hannibal's male crucifixion 3d picture and stories

[marvista]

A crucifixion contest. I would wager the strong one cuffed to the post would last longer, but who knows. Maybe even the skinnier short one. It is all a matter of how they balance their weight on the wood during the final dance. what does everyone else think?

 

[hb21]

We now follow a small street in a fairly affluent residential area. My brother and his family live in the neighborhood. The residents here do not shout and seem indifferent to our parade. My feet are now very sore and like my companions I am more and more bent under the weight of the patibulum.

The lashes snap sporadically but more and more frequently. It seems to me that the guard whips me more than the others. I wonder if it's because I wasn't tortured in prison or if it's because he made it easier as I'm the last in line. We move forward panting, growling and moaning more and more. I walk bent forward and legs apart to help me keep my balance. Sweat soaks the fabric that sticks to my skin and lets me guess more and more my genitals.

I am all the more embarrassed that my gaze falls on the beautiful ass of Yonatan who is shaking. The loincloth is completely tucked between her hairy buttocks that they squeeze with each whiplash and then release to control the pain. His back and ass redden and are covered with abrasions along the way.

We now come to the main commercial artery of the city. Trafficking and insults are intensifying. I used to walk this street very frequently and I'm sure someone will identify me. I lower my head even more and tuck it into my shoulders to decrease the likelihood of being recognized.

This ploy is useless. A few steps down the street and I hear a buzz. "Is it really him?" "It's not possible." "Why would they crucify Reuven ?" "He's not a thief." "But I wonder what he did to be sent to the cross."

Every comment humiliates me more. The news of my conviction will now spread throughout the city.

Other comments make me even more ashamed: "But he's almost naked!" "Even like that he is attractive" "I did not realize that he was so well dressed!" ...

The whip falls on me with increased frequency, perhaps because the guard sees that I am known in this street. I scream from time to time when the leather strands whip a place already hit. I'm sure my back and butt are as red as Yonatan's, probably more. And this is only the preliminary to the main punishment: crucifixion.

I walk on a sharp rock that pierces the skin of my foot. My feet burn with pain. I start to limp slightly on the warm cobblestones of the street.

 

[thehangingtree]

We now come to the main commercial artery of the city. Trafficking and insults are intensifying. I used to walk this street very frequently and I'm sure someone will identify me. I lower my head even more and tuck it into my shoulders to decrease the likelihood of being recognized.

Tree wonders why the condemned men are allowed a covering on their loins. Wouldn't having their useless manhood dangling between their legs be more humiliating???

 

[hb21]

Tree wonders why the condemned men are allowed a covering on their loins. Wouldn't having their useless manhood dangling between their legs be more humiliating???

wait and see

 

[thehangingtree]

wait and see

Tree paid good money to a street vendor for nuts and rotten fruit to throw at their balls...

 

[hb21]

As I limp, I hear being called, "Reuven, Reuven, is that you?" I recognize the voice of my friend Menachem.

"Yes, it's me. I walk towards my death. They take us to the quarry hill to be crucified. Pity, help me. I don't want to die, not like this. Do something, you are my only hope. I want it to stop. You are my friend. Can I count on you? »

The guard screams and whips me harder. "Shut up, thief! Don't talk. No one can help you anyway. And it will only end with your death. Now move your hairy ass! »

Menachem was speechless for a few seconds. He stands motionless, his eyes in the distance in the vagueness, and an expression of horror on his face. So he takes action. He approaches Severus on my right, takes the wrist of the guard "It is my friend that you whip! Stop it! He can't be guilty! Why do this to him? »

Severus immediately reacted by pointing his sword at Menachem's chest, who retreated. " Come back, what do you want me to do? Tell me quickly. We don't have much time! He looks at Severus with hatred. "Guard, can't I get close to my friend?" Severus laughed and replied "only after he has been crucified!"

In anticipation of my answer, Severus then begins to hit me with his whip without stopping. The strands fall so quickly that I can't find my breath. With moans punctuated by screams, I answer him "go... at the Greek merchant's shop. ... AYYYE......... in the temple market....... Tell him... OOOH... that I'm going to the quarry... AAHHAAYEH... because of him. Pay him... AHHH... what he asks. For him AYYE to withdraw his complaint OOOOYUH... that he can have my house and AYE! my FUCCKKK business.... then asks him to go to Gallius and... OHOOH... and to withdraw his complaint. You can also... EHHH... speaking in my favor in front of... OH... The prosecutor... UHHH..., pity!

Menachem struggles to follow the procession and stay next to me. Severus is increasingly aggressive with him. "I can't stay here any longer. I will do what you ask except go before the prosecutor. I have a wife and children. I don't want to be crucified by your side! And I'll tell your parents."

"NO! I don't want them to see me like that! Quick, now. Menachem ! GOES! »

I see him wiping tears from his face. He has only said one word, "farewell," and then turns to leave. I watch him back for a long time and leave. Perhaps I would be saved from the hands of the executioner. This gave me hope.

Severus keeps whipping me and then finally stops and asks, "Does it hurt, thief?" My weak answer is yes. "Well, I'll tear all the skin off your back and butt the next time you do this! Be quiet! Be quiet the rest of the way. You understand? I don't answer. Another blow makes me mumble yes.

The weight of the crossbeam and the heat become oppressive. On the one hand I am terrified of seeing the eastern gate and what awaits me afterwards, but on the other hand I want to be there already and to finish it. I think my life left me when we got out of prison. I am no longer Reuven the esteemed trader, but Reuven the condemned thief. I ask for a drink and a guard gives me water.

 

[crassuswild]

Tree wonders why the condemned men are allowed a covering on their loins. Wouldn't having their useless manhood dangling between their legs be more humiliating

As I limp, I hear being called, "Reuven, Reuven, is that you?" I recognize the voice of my friend Menachem.

"Yes, it's me. I walk towards my death. They take us to the quarry hill to be crucified. Pity, help me. I don't want to die, not like this. Do something, you are my only hope. I want it to stop. You are my friend. Can I count on you? »

The guard screams and whips me harder. "Shut up, thief! Don't talk. No one can help you anyway. And it will only end with your death. Now move your hairy ass! »

Menachem was speechless for a few seconds. He stands motionless, his eyes in the distance in the vagueness, and an expression of horror on his face. So he takes action. He approaches Severus on my right, takes the wrist of the guard "It is my friend that you whip! Stop it! He can't be guilty! Why do this to him? »

Severus immediately reacted by pointing his sword at Menachem's chest, who retreated. " Come back, what do you want me to do? Tell me quickly. We don't have much time! He looks at Severus with hatred. "Guard, can't I get close to my friend?" Severus laughed and replied "only after he has been crucified!"

In anticipation of my answer, Severus then begins to hit me with his whip without stopping. The strands fall so quickly that I can't find my breath. With moans punctuated by screams, I answer him "go... at the Greek merchant's shop. ... AYYYE......... in the temple market....... Tell him... OOOH... that I'm going to the quarry... AAHHAAYEH... because of him. Pay him... AHHH... what he asks. For him AYYE to withdraw his complaint OOOOYUH... that he can have my house and AYE! my FUCCKKK business.... then asks him to go to Gallius and... OHOOH... and to withdraw his complaint. You can also... EHHH... speaking in my favor in front of... OH... The prosecutor... UHHH..., pity!

Menachem struggles to follow the procession and stay next to me. Severus is increasingly aggressive with him. "I can't stay here any longer. I will do what you ask except go before the prosecutor. I have a wife and children. I don't want to be crucified by your side! And I'll tell your parents."

"NO! I don't want them to see me like that! Quick, now. Menachem ! GOES! »

I see him wiping tears from his face. He has only said one word, "farewell," and then turns to leave. I watch him back for a long time and leave. Perhaps I would be saved from the hands of the executioner. This gave me hope.

Severus keeps whipping me and then finally stops and asks, "Does it hurt, thief?" My weak answer is yes. "Well, I'll tear all the skin off your back and butt the next time you do this! Be quiet! Be quiet the rest of the way. You understand? I don't answer. Another blow makes me mumble yes.

The weight of the crossbeam and the heat become oppressive. On the one hand I am terrified of seeing the eastern gate and what awaits me afterwards, but on the other hand I want to be there already and to finish it. I think my life left me when we got out of prison. I am no longer Reuven the esteemed trader, but Reuven the condemned thief. I ask for a drink and a guard gives me water.

Loving this adaptation

 

[Male crucifixion]

As I limp, I hear being called, "Reuven, Reuven, is that you?" I recognize the voice of my friend Menachem.

"Yes, it's me. I walk towards my death. They take us to the quarry hill to be crucified. Pity, help me. I don't want to die, not like this. Do something, you are my only hope. I want it to stop. You are my friend. Can I count on you? »

The guard screams and whips me harder. "Shut up, thief! Don't talk. No one can help you anyway. And it will only end with your death. Now move your hairy ass! »

Menachem was speechless for a few seconds. He stands motionless, his eyes in the distance in the vagueness, and an expression of horror on his face. So he takes action. He approaches Severus on my right, takes the wrist of the guard "It is my friend that you whip! Stop it! He can't be guilty! Why do this to him? »

Severus immediately reacted by pointing his sword at Menachem's chest, who retreated. " Come back, what do you want me to do? Tell me quickly. We don't have much time! He looks at Severus with hatred. "Guard, can't I get close to my friend?" Severus laughed and replied "only after he has been crucified!"

In anticipation of my answer, Severus then begins to hit me with his whip without stopping. The strands fall so quickly that I can't find my breath. With moans punctuated by screams, I answer him "go... at the Greek merchant's shop. ... AYYYE......... in the temple market....... Tell him... OOOH... that I'm going to the quarry... AAHHAAYEH... because of him. Pay him... AHHH... what he asks. For him AYYE to withdraw his complaint OOOOYUH... that he can have my house and AYE! my FUCCKKK business.... then asks him to go to Gallius and... OHOOH... and to withdraw his complaint. You can also... EHHH... speaking in my favor in front of... OH... The prosecutor... UHHH..., pity!

Menachem struggles to follow the procession and stay next to me. Severus is increasingly aggressive with him. "I can't stay here any longer. I will do what you ask except go before the prosecutor. I have a wife and children. I don't want to be crucified by your side! And I'll tell your parents."

"NO! I don't want them to see me like that! Quick, now. Menachem ! GOES! »

I see him wiping tears from his face. He has only said one word, "farewell," and then turns to leave. I watch him back for a long time and leave. Perhaps I would be saved from the hands of the executioner. This gave me hope.

Severus keeps whipping me and then finally stops and asks, "Does it hurt, thief?" My weak answer is yes. "Well, I'll tear all the skin off your back and butt the next time you do this! Be quiet! Be quiet the rest of the way. You understand? I don't answer. Another blow makes me mumble yes.

The weight of the crossbeam and the heat become oppressive. On the one hand I am terrified of seeing the eastern gate and what awaits me afterwards, but on the other hand I want to be there already and to finish it. I think my life left me when we got out of prison. I am no longer Reuven the esteemed trader, but Reuven the condemned thief. I ask for a drink and a guard gives me water.

Very hot !!

 

[marvista]

Tree paid good money to a street vendor for nuts and rotten fruit to throw at their balls...

I like this extra angle on the rotting fruit tossed by spectators. Total nudity would of course be required for full effect but that is how they will end up on their crosses anyway. I like the idea of crucifixion vendors at the execution site, displaying their wares of torments as well as rotting fruit. Honey is also a popular item, as it attracts the torturous insects. The prisoners obviously need to be naked for this.

 

[marvista]

I like this extra angle on the rotting fruit tossed by spectators. Total nudity would of course be required for full effect but that is how they will end up on their crosses anyway. I like the idea of crucifixion vendors at the execution site, displaying their wares of torments as well as rotting fruit. Honey is also a popular item, as it attracts the torturous insects. The prisoners obviously need to be naked for this.

 

[hb21]

We have to follow a last alley that a vociferous crowd obstructs to the door.

Longinus screams in front of the crowd and with the help of his whip opens the way for us. Our guards are all against us to protect us but there are not enough of them.

It seems to me that we are going to be swept away by the crowd. She screams "to death" and curses us in an unimaginable way. Since it is impossible to maintain a safe distance, people spit on us, manage to pull our hair and beards, punch us in the face and torso, kick our ass and throw rotten fruit at us. A more daring kid even manages to slip between the soldiers and tear off Gidon's loincloth, stripping him naked.

The poor man blushed with shame, lowered his head and did not see that the alley was becoming very narrow. He jams his beam between two walls. "Damn!" he swears. The soldiers are screaming much more. Gidon tries in vain to unclog the cross. Finally the soldiers hammer the wood forward and dislodge it.

We are now forced to walk like crabs. Since we are tied together at a short distance, the sleepers of others come to hit our faces or snap our shoulders. Poor Yonatan being in the middle, he is beaten by both my beam and Gidon's.

I can see the latter's beautiful body in profile with his sex protruding, his long penis hitting his thighs with every step.

Finally I glance up and see the sky. The alley will soon lead to the place of the door. The end of this hell is in sight.

 

[Male crucifixion]

We have to follow a last alley that a vociferous crowd obstructs to the door.

Longinus screams in front of the crowd and with the help of his whip opens the way for us. Our guards are all against us to protect us but there are not enough of them.

It seems to me that we are going to be swept away by the crowd. She screams "to death" and curses us in an unimaginable way. Since it is impossible to maintain a safe distance, people spit on us, manage to pull our hair and beards, punch us in the face and torso, kick our ass and throw rotten fruit at us. A more daring kid even manages to slip between the soldiers and tear off Gidon's loincloth, stripping him naked.

The poor man blushed with shame, lowered his head and did not see that the alley was becoming very narrow. He jams his beam between two walls. "Damn!" he swears. The soldiers are screaming much more. Gidon tries in vain to unclog the cross. Finally the soldiers hammer the wood forward and dislodge it.

We are now forced to walk like crabs. Since we are tied together at a short distance, the sleepers of others come to hit our faces or snap our shoulders. Poor Yonatan being in the middle, he is beaten by both my beam and Gidon's.

I can see the latter's beautiful body in profile with his sex protruding, his long penis hitting his thighs with every step.

Finally I glance up and see the sky. The alley will soon lead to the place of the door. The end of this hell is in sight.

Thank you very much. That’s so exciting !

 

[Reed319]

As I limp, I hear being called, "Reuven, Reuven, is that you?" I recognize the voice of my friend Menachem.

"Yes, it's me. I walk towards my death. They take us to the quarry hill to be crucified. Pity, help me. I don't want to die, not like this. Do something, you are my only hope. I want it to stop. You are my friend. Can I count on you? »

The guard screams and whips me harder. "Shut up, thief! Don't talk. No one can help you anyway. And it will only end with your death. Now move your hairy ass! »

Menachem was speechless for a few seconds. He stands motionless, his eyes in the distance in the vagueness, and an expression of horror on his face. So he takes action. He approaches Severus on my right, takes the wrist of the guard "It is my friend that you whip! Stop it! He can't be guilty! Why do this to him? »

Severus immediately reacted by pointing his sword at Menachem's chest, who retreated. " Come back, what do you want me to do? Tell me quickly. We don't have much time! He looks at Severus with hatred. "Guard, can't I get close to my friend?" Severus laughed and replied "only after he has been crucified!"

In anticipation of my answer, Severus then begins to hit me with his whip without stopping. The strands fall so quickly that I can't find my breath. With moans punctuated by screams, I answer him "go... at the Greek merchant's shop. ... AYYYE......... in the temple market....... Tell him... OOOH... that I'm going to the quarry... AAHHAAYEH... because of him. Pay him... AHHH... what he asks. For him AYYE to withdraw his complaint OOOOYUH... that he can have my house and AYE! my FUCCKKK business.... then asks him to go to Gallius and... OHOOH... and to withdraw his complaint. You can also... EHHH... speaking in my favor in front of... OH... The prosecutor... UHHH..., pity!

Menachem struggles to follow the procession and stay next to me. Severus is increasingly aggressive with him. "I can't stay here any longer. I will do what you ask except go before the prosecutor. I have a wife and children. I don't want to be crucified by your side! And I'll tell your parents."

"NO! I don't want them to see me like that! Quick, now. Menachem ! GOES! »

I see him wiping tears from his face. He has only said one word, "farewell," and then turns to leave. I watch him back for a long time and leave. Perhaps I would be saved from the hands of the executioner. This gave me hope.

Severus keeps whipping me and then finally stops and asks, "Does it hurt, thief?" My weak answer is yes. "Well, I'll tear all the skin off your back and butt the next time you do this! Be quiet! Be quiet the rest of the way. You understand? I don't answer. Another blow makes me mumble yes.

The weight of the crossbeam and the heat become oppressive. On the one hand I am terrified of seeing the eastern gate and what awaits me afterwards, but on the other hand I want to be there already and to finish it. I think my life left me when we got out of prison. I am no longer Reuven the esteemed trader, but Reuven the condemned thief. I ask for a drink and a guard gives me water.

very well done penis and testicles in Death83

 

[hb21]

Part Four

Out of town.

When Gidon comes to the square that serves the city gate, he stops for a second and groans in terror. I wonder what he sees when Yonatan starts sobbing. It is my turn to emerge on the square and I first see the beautiful cloudless sky. Then I see the cause of their reaction. There, just beyond the city gate, stands the hill of the quarry. It is gray and sinister, arid and barren. At its top stand a dozen crosses and large wooden piles: stipes.

We have a view of hell. The sun is now burning and we must approach midday. There is hardly anyone in the square: it is too hot.

I wonder what my friend is doing. I think I would have become completely panicked and hysterical if I had no hope, but for now, the only question in my mind is: when (and not if) will he arrive with the scroll that would set me free. I hope it would be before the flogging starts. I never understood how a man could endure such extreme torture. I don't want to find out. But even if I am already crucified, I could be healed and still live a somewhat productive life. And think of the story I could tell my clients! How lucky that Menachem spotted me!

I pity Yonatan whose blood oozes from his wounds on his back and buttocks. He has no hope. He's going to die here today. I wish I could have negotiated and saved him. It is such a waste to put such a handsome young man to death.

We slowly cross the square towards the door. We limp, with our backs bent, suffering from the weight of our beams. We soaked ourselves with sweat and covered ourselves in our own blood.

It is increasingly difficult to continue. The men who flogged us are tired too. They whip us much less often and less loudly than at the beginning of the procession.

I look at the streets leading to the square. The sun was almost at its zenith. Where are Menachem and the trader? I can't wait for everything to stop, for me to be taken home, bathed and for gentle hands to apply ointments to my bruised skin. I suppose we will be punished one by one since only one lictor accompanies us, Logically I will be the last man to be scourged and crucified, which gives me an additional reprieve.

Of course nothing is certain, but I believe that I have a good chance of being delivered before the torture begins. Gidon will be the first to undergo flogging and then crucifixion. Then Yonatan. Finally me if no one comes but I refuse to imagine this eventuality and I cling desperately to this hope.

 

[Wragg]

Part Four

Out of town.

When Gidon comes to the square that serves the city gate, he stops for a second and groans in terror. I wonder what he sees when Yonatan starts sobbing. It is my turn to emerge on the square and I first see the beautiful cloudless sky. Then I see the cause of their reaction. There, just beyond the city gate, stands the hill of the quarry. It is gray and sinister, arid and barren. At its top stand a dozen crosses and large wooden piles: stipes.

We have a view of hell. The sun is now burning and we must approach midday. There is hardly anyone in the square: it is too hot.

I wonder what my friend is doing. I think I would have become completely panicked and hysterical if I had no hope, but for now, the only question in my mind is: when (and not if) will he arrive with the scroll that would set me free. I hope it would be before the flogging starts. I never understood how a man could endure such extreme torture. I don't want to find out. But even if I am already crucified, I could be healed and still live a somewhat productive life. And think of the story I could tell my clients! How lucky that Menachem spotted me!

I pity Yonatan whose blood oozes from his wounds on his back and buttocks. He has no hope. He's going to die here today. I wish I could have negotiated and saved him. It is such a waste to put such a handsome young man to death.

We slowly cross the square towards the door. We limp, with our backs bent, suffering from the weight of our beams. We soaked ourselves with sweat and covered ourselves in our own blood.

It is increasingly difficult to continue. The men who flogged us are tired too. They whip us much less often and less loudly than at the beginning of the procession.

I look at the streets leading to the square. The sun was almost at its zenith. Where are Menachem and the trader? I can't wait for everything to stop, for me to be taken home, bathed and for gentle hands to apply ointments to my bruised skin. I suppose we will be punished one by one since only one lictor accompanies us, Logically I will be the last man to be scourged and crucified, which gives me an additional reprieve.

Of course nothing is certain, but I believe that I have a good chance of being delivered before the torture begins. Gidon will be the first to undergo flogging and then crucifixion. Then Yonatan. Finally me if no one comes but I refuse to imagine this eventuality and I cling desperately to this hope.

Hope.

Genius, Hannibal! I love the psychology in this story!

 

[Pyan]

Part Four

Out of town.

When Gidon comes to the square that serves the city gate, he stops for a second and groans in terror. I wonder what he sees when Yonatan starts sobbing. It is my turn to emerge on the square and I first see the beautiful cloudless sky. Then I see the cause of their reaction. There, just beyond the city gate, stands the hill of the quarry. It is gray and sinister, arid and barren. At its top stand a dozen crosses and large wooden piles: stipes.

We have a view of hell. The sun is now burning and we must approach midday. There is hardly anyone in the square: it is too hot.

I wonder what my friend is doing. I think I would have become completely panicked and hysterical if I had no hope, but for now, the only question in my mind is: when (and not if) will he arrive with the scroll that would set me free. I hope it would be before the flogging starts. I never understood how a man could endure such extreme torture. I don't want to find out. But even if I am already crucified, I could be healed and still live a somewhat productive life. And think of the story I could tell my clients! How lucky that Menachem spotted me!

I pity Yonatan whose blood oozes from his wounds on his back and buttocks. He has no hope. He's going to die here today. I wish I could have negotiated and saved him. It is such a waste to put such a handsome young man to death.

We slowly cross the square towards the door. We limp, with our backs bent, suffering from the weight of our beams. We soaked ourselves with sweat and covered ourselves in our own blood.

It is increasingly difficult to continue. The men who flogged us are tired too. They whip us much less often and less loudly than at the beginning of the procession.

I look at the streets leading to the square. The sun was almost at its zenith. Where are Menachem and the trader? I can't wait for everything to stop, for me to be taken home, bathed and for gentle hands to apply ointments to my bruised skin. I suppose we will be punished one by one since only one lictor accompanies us, Logically I will be the last man to be scourged and crucified, which gives me an additional reprieve.

Of course nothing is certain, but I believe that I have a good chance of being delivered before the torture begins. Gidon will be the first to undergo flogging and then crucifixion. Then Yonatan. Finally me if no one comes but I refuse to imagine this eventuality and I cling desperately to this hope.

These are stunning. I love the march out of the city to the crucifixion site, naked (Gideon) or clad in skimpy loincloths. Can’t wait for the story to continue. Bravo hb21

 

[marvista]

Part Four

Out of town.

When Gidon comes to the square that serves the city gate, he stops for a second and groans in terror. I wonder what he sees when Yonatan starts sobbing. It is my turn to emerge on the square and I first see the beautiful cloudless sky. Then I see the cause of their reaction. There, just beyond the city gate, stands the hill of the quarry. It is gray and sinister, arid and barren. At its top stand a dozen crosses and large wooden piles: stipes.

We have a view of hell. The sun is now burning and we must approach midday. There is hardly anyone in the square: it is too hot.

I wonder what my friend is doing. I think I would have become completely panicked and hysterical if I had no hope, but for now, the only question in my mind is: when (and not if) will he arrive with the scroll that would set me free. I hope it would be before the flogging starts. I never understood how a man could endure such extreme torture. I don't want to find out. But even if I am already crucified, I could be healed and still live a somewhat productive life. And think of the story I could tell my clients! How lucky that Menachem spotted me!

I pity Yonatan whose blood oozes from his wounds on his back and buttocks. He has no hope. He's going to die here today. I wish I could have negotiated and saved him. It is such a waste to put such a handsome young man to death.

We slowly cross the square towards the door. We limp, with our backs bent, suffering from the weight of our beams. We soaked ourselves with sweat and covered ourselves in our own blood.

It is increasingly difficult to continue. The men who flogged us are tired too. They whip us much less often and less loudly than at the beginning of the procession.

I look at the streets leading to the square. The sun was almost at its zenith. Where are Menachem and the trader? I can't wait for everything to stop, for me to be taken home, bathed and for gentle hands to apply ointments to my bruised skin. I suppose we will be punished one by one since only one lictor accompanies us, Logically I will be the last man to be scourged and crucified, which gives me an additional reprieve.

Of course nothing is certain, but I believe that I have a good chance of being delivered before the torture begins. Gidon will be the first to undergo flogging and then crucifixion. Then Yonatan. Finally me if no one comes but I refuse to imagine this eventuality and I cling desperately to this hope.

I love this dramatic build, the rich man's hope at being spared at the last minute. Afterall he cannot possibly be destined to the same fate as Gidon and Yonaton; he is above them. Yet no one comes to the rescue and the crosses come near during the long agonizing march up the hill. Rueven gasps in horror as witnessing the occupied cross so near to him now. A guard grasps his shoulders. "Get ready to strip naked prisoner, what is happening to him will happen to you."

 

[Pyan]

i'm working on illustrations of an other story: "death penalties" but after why not. Before some pictures i made with the same style of crucifixion

These are amazing. I always loved Jesus of Montreal and the suggestive position the body was displayed mounted up on his cross. You have captured it beautifully here hb21. Fantastic asses and as usual, great lean muscular bodies.

 

[hb21]

We pass under the arches of the door when Longinus orders to stop. We can finally take a break in the shade of the building. It's like an oasis in the desert. He turns his horse to face the procession.

"Soldiers, you worked hard today. You behaved admirably when the convicts walked this last narrow street. Go for a drink and relax for a while because, afterwards, you will be on duty for hours. I will monitor the convicted prisoners. Just make sure they get on their knees before leaving. »

Longinus keeps an eye on us to intervene at the slightest suspicious movement. The guards make us sit on our knees against the arch. Even on our bruised and bleeding knees, it is a blessing. This is the first break we have had since leaving prison. We are all grateful, but in addition I am happy with this additional delay for my deliverance to arrive.

While we are kneeling to breathe a little, I become curious about these men with whom I had shared such an atrocious journey.

"Why did you become a freedom fighter, Gidon ?"

"When I was 7 years old, I saw my father crucified in front of me. My father was a gentle, kind man who never succumbed to violence. He was just a Persian in the wrong place at the wrong time. He suffered two days before he died. My mother died shortly afterwards probably from grief, before my 8th grade. I was raised by his brother in hatred of the Romans. As soon as I could, I joined the resistance. I wanted to throw these Roman dogs out of our country. I killed many of them and I'm proud of it! »

"And you, Yonatan, why did you agree to participate in this attempted murder of the prosecutor?"

"Well, I met Gidon about a month ago. He is a charismatic man with whom I sympathized immediately. We started talking and I realized that I wasn't doing anything important with my life. So I agreed to join the resistance. Gidon proposed the assassination attempt to the fanatics but they did not approve. No one wanted to help him. I volunteered. I thought I could intervene with him but I was wrong. In front of Gallius' bed I was unable to knock. Gidon could have done it but I hit a pedestal causing the statuette that was on it to fall. We were captured by the Romans in no time. This is how I find myself on my knees here, only to be executed soon. »

Gido asks, "And what shall you say about yourself, thief! I heard you walked out of the shop without paying for those wrist strips swinging at your beam. You will not die for a noble cause like us, but out of stupidity. »

" Gidon, I think the friend I was able to talk to will convince the trader to retract his accusation. I expect a pardon at any time, or at least a stay and a new trial. I can carry this cross, but I will not be nailed to it. »

Gidon replied. "If it allows you to cope, that's fine. But I guarantee you that no reprieve or forgiveness will happen. Gallius crucified the Persians as entertainment. You don't have to be guilty of anything. Even if the Greek retracts, Gallius will not admit that the representative of imperial Rome made a mistake. In fact, he will crucify the Greek with us to ensure his silence after cutting his tongue. I hope your friend had the good sense not to go to the prosecutor otherwise we will see him arrive almost naked with his arms tied to a crossbeam to be crucified with us."

 

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We pass under the arches of the door when Longinus orders to stop. We can finally take a break in the shade of the building. It's like an oasis in the desert. He turns his horse to face the procession.

Good as always. A comment as observer of the pics: The nudity or then even the abuse with the cornu is more pronounced, when some are not subject of that treatment as here.