marvista
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I too am a huge fan of the Montreal. I would love to watch a crucifixion like this; such a handsome face, thin but muscular body, all the torments he must endure before death.
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Pyan
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He has a perfect body for mounting up on the cross, lean and muscled. His beautifully lashed and flogged body thrown over the shoulder of his crucifier with his hot ass on full display is very erotic. Have always loved the Montreal movie.
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hb21
Magistrate
I am about to answer Gido when Longinus recalls his men. They promptly abandon their occupations and regroup. We are on our mutilated feet in no time and we walk through the eastern gate. The sun is intense and the heat knocks us out. I'm a little concerned that Gidon is right, but I refuse to be defeatist. Only hope allows me to move forward. Help would come.
Longinus kicks his horse in the sides and advances. Outside a crowd of people waits. Some are there for the spectacle of our crucifixion; Others are waiting to enter the city.
As Yonatan passes through the gate, the man who whipped him pulls out a knife, places the blade under the rope that supports the cloth of the loincloth and cuts it. I shudder as the guard stuffs the fabric in his pocket. I had forgotten that we would be stripped of this garment when we left the city. I'm next. I don't want to be completely naked even outside the city gates. Where was my friend? Did he convince this damned trader to recant? I had already suffered enough humiliation for a lifetime this morning!
I walk through the door and hear someone say, "Thank you for letting me do it." The voice is very familiar to me but I don't recognize it.
I feel the knife against my buttocks as it cuts the hemp tied around my waist. I find myself naked with my balls hanging down as the guard grabs the rag and retrieves the knife. " I wouldn't have left this pleasure for anything in the world!" I am very curious to see who had cut my loincloth.
They laugh mockingly. "I want to see his tail waving in the wind. You know how nudity really bothers these natives. »
I jump when the man puts his hand over my buttocks and walks past to face me. He grabs my penis and balls and starts playing with them. I get scared when I see it. It is the Greek trader.
I am amazed. I can only say, "What? What are you doing here? »
He continues to grind my with one hand while rolling my testicles between the fingers of his other hand. He laughed, "You're a handsome young man, but your member, he's still so small?"
I am so troubled that I do not react to the manipulation of my penis and empty-handed: "And my friend Menachem, did he talk with you? He had to offer you my offer. »
"Knowing you is enough for me. I have no desire to meet your friends. »
"So he never talked with you?" I hear Gidon start laughing.
The march resumes, the trader drops my balls and the rope begins to pull me forward. I am appalled that the merchant is here, waiting for me on the road up the hill. Slowly I realize that my offer has never been presented.
Tears come to my eyes. The panic increases when I realize that it is very likely that I will not escape punishment and I see myself hanging naked, nailed to the cross like Gido and Yonatan.
The merchant has remained at my height and enjoys my tormented face.
I'm still trying to convince him: "I can pay you 10 times the selling price for wrist bands if you withdraw your complaint. I will get the money as soon as I am released. Time is running out. You must ask Gallius for a hearing to withdraw your accusation. I will make it worth your moment. »
"Why would I do it insolent dog! I will collect my goods only after you die! All the gold in Midas' treasure wouldn't make me withdraw my complaint! You left my shop with my goods without paying! It's theft in my country! And obviously the laws are the same in Rome because here you are here, naked as an animal, your body whipped, wearing your crossbeam to be crucified soon. »
I started shaking uncontrollably. "Pity! Save me! I will give you everything! My wealth, my house, my belongings! I will be your slave. Pity, prevent my crucifixion until you come back having had me acquitted by the prosecutor. Pity! Don't let them nail me! »
In saying this my voice rises in volume and the people who come to watch us suffer and die, hear me and laugh. Gidon shouts from the head of the column, "See? I told you! You will soon be crucified naked with us. No reprieve for you, Reuven ! No forgiveness! You still don't realize that a Persian life is nothing to them? »
Demetrius sneered. "I will not miss them for anything in the world the spectacle when the executioners, after flogging you, drive the nails into your wrists and ankles! I will never stop your crucifixion! This is the just punishment for your crime. You deserve everything the Romans will do to you! And more! I can't wait to see you pinned naked on the cross. Maybe I'll still be allowed to play with your cock. »
Longinus kicks his horse in the sides and advances. Outside a crowd of people waits. Some are there for the spectacle of our crucifixion; Others are waiting to enter the city.
As Yonatan passes through the gate, the man who whipped him pulls out a knife, places the blade under the rope that supports the cloth of the loincloth and cuts it. I shudder as the guard stuffs the fabric in his pocket. I had forgotten that we would be stripped of this garment when we left the city. I'm next. I don't want to be completely naked even outside the city gates. Where was my friend? Did he convince this damned trader to recant? I had already suffered enough humiliation for a lifetime this morning!
I walk through the door and hear someone say, "Thank you for letting me do it." The voice is very familiar to me but I don't recognize it.
I feel the knife against my buttocks as it cuts the hemp tied around my waist. I find myself naked with my balls hanging down as the guard grabs the rag and retrieves the knife. " I wouldn't have left this pleasure for anything in the world!" I am very curious to see who had cut my loincloth.
They laugh mockingly. "I want to see his tail waving in the wind. You know how nudity really bothers these natives. »
I jump when the man puts his hand over my buttocks and walks past to face me. He grabs my penis and balls and starts playing with them. I get scared when I see it. It is the Greek trader.
I am amazed. I can only say, "What? What are you doing here? »
He continues to grind my with one hand while rolling my testicles between the fingers of his other hand. He laughed, "You're a handsome young man, but your member, he's still so small?"
I am so troubled that I do not react to the manipulation of my penis and empty-handed: "And my friend Menachem, did he talk with you? He had to offer you my offer. »
"Knowing you is enough for me. I have no desire to meet your friends. »
"So he never talked with you?" I hear Gidon start laughing.
The march resumes, the trader drops my balls and the rope begins to pull me forward. I am appalled that the merchant is here, waiting for me on the road up the hill. Slowly I realize that my offer has never been presented.
Tears come to my eyes. The panic increases when I realize that it is very likely that I will not escape punishment and I see myself hanging naked, nailed to the cross like Gido and Yonatan.
The merchant has remained at my height and enjoys my tormented face.
I'm still trying to convince him: "I can pay you 10 times the selling price for wrist bands if you withdraw your complaint. I will get the money as soon as I am released. Time is running out. You must ask Gallius for a hearing to withdraw your accusation. I will make it worth your moment. »
"Why would I do it insolent dog! I will collect my goods only after you die! All the gold in Midas' treasure wouldn't make me withdraw my complaint! You left my shop with my goods without paying! It's theft in my country! And obviously the laws are the same in Rome because here you are here, naked as an animal, your body whipped, wearing your crossbeam to be crucified soon. »
I started shaking uncontrollably. "Pity! Save me! I will give you everything! My wealth, my house, my belongings! I will be your slave. Pity, prevent my crucifixion until you come back having had me acquitted by the prosecutor. Pity! Don't let them nail me! »
In saying this my voice rises in volume and the people who come to watch us suffer and die, hear me and laugh. Gidon shouts from the head of the column, "See? I told you! You will soon be crucified naked with us. No reprieve for you, Reuven ! No forgiveness! You still don't realize that a Persian life is nothing to them? »
Demetrius sneered. "I will not miss them for anything in the world the spectacle when the executioners, after flogging you, drive the nails into your wrists and ankles! I will never stop your crucifixion! This is the just punishment for your crime. You deserve everything the Romans will do to you! And more! I can't wait to see you pinned naked on the cross. Maybe I'll still be allowed to play with your cock. »
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marvista
Magistrate
Thank you again HB 21 for the superb build in suspense. I love this final stripping; Reuven is finally bereft of his cloths. All hopes of reprieve finally gone. He stares at those ever so clo0se crosses ahead, witnesses in horror at some occupied already. The groans and moans come ever so much closer.
Once so manly, now facing a horrific torturous death, he begs for mercy. Even his limp member betrays his fear!!!
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Pyan
Guest
Final stripping of the condemned to reinforce what is to come. Now they begin the final short journey out of the city and up to the hill of crucifixion in naked humiliation.
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hb21
Magistrate
There is no point in begging anymore, I will suffer my fate no matter what. We approach the execution site: 3 large wooden piles placed in a quarter circle await us. Yonatan begins to pray. Longinus turns his horse to the left. We are pushed by the tip of the spears towards our destiny. Even Gidon seems terrified. He is about to experience what his father felt long ago. The crucifixion is his destiny, the destiny of all three of us.
As soon as the horse arrives at the bottom of the small rocky path that even at the plateau, Longinus disassembles and attaches the animal to a tree.
Gidon begins to curse and swear again. Yonatan's prayers became louder and more urgent, and I began to beg again in vain.
The soldiers force us to advance from behind by pricking our bare buttocks with their spears.
On a steep slope, the path is stony and lined with thorny plants that skin us as we pass. Each of us stumbles and staggers extravagantly as we struggle to keep our sleepers balanced. We are like cattle driven to the slaughterhouse, forced to move forward.
We walk valiantly, but our feet and shins are cut and torn by pebbles and thorns. We finally arrive on the set. I spot some bone remains and the thought comes to me that they may be human.
As soon as the horse arrives at the bottom of the small rocky path that even at the plateau, Longinus disassembles and attaches the animal to a tree.
Gidon begins to curse and swear again. Yonatan's prayers became louder and more urgent, and I began to beg again in vain.
The soldiers force us to advance from behind by pricking our bare buttocks with their spears.
On a steep slope, the path is stony and lined with thorny plants that skin us as we pass. Each of us stumbles and staggers extravagantly as we struggle to keep our sleepers balanced. We are like cattle driven to the slaughterhouse, forced to move forward.
We walk valiantly, but our feet and shins are cut and torn by pebbles and thorns. We finally arrive on the set. I spot some bone remains and the thought comes to me that they may be human.
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crassuswild
Magistrate
Excellent as always
Powerful pictures of powerful men, helpless to prevent their fate!!!
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Pyan
Guest
Stunning. The final march up the hill of crucifixion. Their naked bodies sweating and stinking in the midday heat. Soon they will reach the place of crucifixion.
hb21
Magistrate
Part Five: End of the Journey, the Nightmare Begins
Gidon is the first to be forcibly trained towards his stipes. The guards place it facing its pole, lift its crossbeam pulling its arms upwards while other guards on a ladder grab it and insert it into the notch at the top of the pole. Gidon is then forced to stand on tiptoe, head and shoulders against the wood, buttocks back, leaning forward because the sediment leaning against his pubis prevents him from pressing completely against the post.
While Gido is tied up to undergo his flogging, Yonatan and I are led to our respective stems. The soldiers force us to kneel while facing our comrade to see the show. I don't know which one is luckiest. We will see what lies ahead. Gidon just has to go through it. Yonatan and I take advantage of our posture to squeeze our knees and hide our sex from the crowd that settles down to see our torment. Only the hair of our pubis is visible for now.
The last climb exhausted Yonatan who gasped and struggled to catch his breath. He still manages to shout his encouragement to his co-conspirator. I, for one, am too absorbed in my own drama to say anything.
A guard puts his hand under Gidon's buttocks, grabs his genitals and pulls them back while lifting him up as much as possible.
He makes him leave the ground and presses him against the post before letting it go and letting it fall back on his Gidon sediment which crushes under him his tail and balls.
He screams for the first time today and fights, until he can free them, the soldiers who are tying his ankles on either side of the pole.
His balls are then placed on each side of the branch and his penis is vertical, wedged between his pubis and the post.
Gidon wiggles, tries to find a more comfortable position the sedile crushing his perineum.
As he does so, his penis rubs against the wood and I see him start to grow and lengthen.
At this moment he turns his head and looks at us with a horrified look. Terror forms a lump in my stomach and pounds into my head. I am really here to be crucified and die.
Gidon continues to fidget, unable to find a comfortable position. He is very attractive with his body facing the cross, his hairy buttocks leaning on the sedile that protrudes his legs hugging the pole in an erotic posture.
I feel my own penis between my thighs grow at this vision.
Gidon is the first to be forcibly trained towards his stipes. The guards place it facing its pole, lift its crossbeam pulling its arms upwards while other guards on a ladder grab it and insert it into the notch at the top of the pole. Gidon is then forced to stand on tiptoe, head and shoulders against the wood, buttocks back, leaning forward because the sediment leaning against his pubis prevents him from pressing completely against the post.
While Gido is tied up to undergo his flogging, Yonatan and I are led to our respective stems. The soldiers force us to kneel while facing our comrade to see the show. I don't know which one is luckiest. We will see what lies ahead. Gidon just has to go through it. Yonatan and I take advantage of our posture to squeeze our knees and hide our sex from the crowd that settles down to see our torment. Only the hair of our pubis is visible for now.
The last climb exhausted Yonatan who gasped and struggled to catch his breath. He still manages to shout his encouragement to his co-conspirator. I, for one, am too absorbed in my own drama to say anything.
A guard puts his hand under Gidon's buttocks, grabs his genitals and pulls them back while lifting him up as much as possible.
He makes him leave the ground and presses him against the post before letting it go and letting it fall back on his Gidon sediment which crushes under him his tail and balls.
He screams for the first time today and fights, until he can free them, the soldiers who are tying his ankles on either side of the pole.
His balls are then placed on each side of the branch and his penis is vertical, wedged between his pubis and the post.
Gidon wiggles, tries to find a more comfortable position the sedile crushing his perineum.
As he does so, his penis rubs against the wood and I see him start to grow and lengthen.
At this moment he turns his head and looks at us with a horrified look. Terror forms a lump in my stomach and pounds into my head. I am really here to be crucified and die.
Gidon continues to fidget, unable to find a comfortable position. He is very attractive with his body facing the cross, his hairy buttocks leaning on the sedile that protrudes his legs hugging the pole in an erotic posture.
I feel my own penis between my thighs grow at this vision.
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marvista
Magistrate
I like this build up. Gidon is tied to the pole first for his final scourging. His balls supported by the sedile and cock against the wood which will eventually kill him. It would be fun to watch the other two secured and facing the cross in other ways; perhaps the cock and balls facing outward under the ass cheeks. That way all body parts vulnerable to the gruesome whip. It seems the masochistic erotic desires of the prisoners are coming to the surface This will add to the jeering and taunting of spectators. Keep the flow going, this is a great story!
Balti
Executioner
hmm... are they going to nail them faceing the cross and with those round asses out for all to use or it is just a whipping procedure?
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Deleted member 40449
Guest
Seems cool, but i like the idea of seeing those muscular bodies enduring the cross and facing the crowd
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Pyan
Guest
The first condemned strapped up for his flogging, the two other condemned watching in horror of what is to come to them too. Beautifully done. Stunning pics.
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Pyan
Guest
Same. I prefer them crucified facing the jeering and mocking crowd to instil in them their total naked humiliation. But let us await and see what unfolds for these condemned criminals.
hb21
Magistrate
The lictor begins to heat up by whipping the air and then the trunk of a young tree. The wicks with its stones, shards of glass and pieces of shells fall on the bark making all three of us startle. I can see the whip tearing pieces of bark from the trunk and I tremble at the thought that soon it will fall on my poor body and skin me alive.
Yonatan and I tremble with terror. At first Gidon seems fascinated by the lictor's demonstration, but then he turns his head away. Each in turn we will be in the place of this trunk tied completely naked without protection. The whip will tear off our skin. We remain silent in terror by the ferocity of the torture that will befall us. I'm not sure the lictor really needs to warm up, I think he just wants to terrify us with what he's going to do to us.
The lictor then stands on the side of the condemned man's cross and announces "I am ready commander!" while passing his whip against the skin of poor Gido who is still wriggling on the sedile between his buttocks which crushes his balls. He turns his head to all sides perhaps hoping for a last-minute rescue. Saliva flows from the lips of the tied man and drips down his chin. He has a lost look as if he is going crazy in anticipation of his punishment. I wonder what he is thinking.
People in the crowd of spectators push and jostle each other to get a better view while chatting loudly.
"I bet 10 sesterces that he will beg before the flogging ends," said a hard-eyed man. The one to his left replies, "I don't think so. He is a hardened criminal. He made very little noise as he climbed the hill. The whip didn't make him scream. It is filled with anger and fury. I hold the bet. Other bets are exchanged on us. The show is about to begin.
Longinus inspects the manhole site to make sure everything is in order. So he raises his hand to demand silence. The crowd stops all the conversation and becomes silent.
He turns to her and shouts in a loud voice, "Before a convicted criminal is crucified, he is flogged.
This punishment will now be applied to the person of Gidon Ibrahim, the murderer! »
The commander approached the lictor and said softly. "Hadrianus, I want these dogs to be severely whipped, but I don't want them half-dead while they are nailed to their crosses. I want them to be conscious and squirm on their cross for quite a while before they die. Do you think you can do that? Hadrianus bows his head and adds, "Yes, Commander! I control the force of the blows so that the flogging is painful, impressive but not fatal. Do the same thing to the thief? »
Longinus smiled: "Certainly. Roman justice is the same for everyone and I would love to see him struggling and screaming under your blows. Then he shouts, "Do your duty, Lictor! »
Gidon presses as much as possible against the tree to protect the largest possible area of his body. He lowers his head, tucks it into his shoulders as much as possible and closes his eyes. The lictor launches his first blow and the locks snap loudly towards the top of the back of the young man tries to remain stoic. He instinctively throws himself forward against the trunk and growls a little pain.
Gidon's flogging began. I watch him as the whip falls on my companion in misfortune and I admire him, not only for his courage but also for the strength of his convictions.
I close my eyes for a minute. Even then I cannot escape Gidon's ordeal. I hear the whip hissing in the air, its snapping on the skin and the growl of the young man: swoosh, clac, uugghh, swoosh, clac, uugghh over and over again. This mingles with the sounds of the audience and the jokes of the soldiers. I wonder how long Gidon will hold out before he utters a real piercing scream. I know that when my turn comes, I will scream even before the first lock hits my back.
I think how stupid I was waiting for any deliverance. It was not realistic.
The Romans have no regard for my people and think that we are little more than animals.
I am full of regrets for asking my friend to get involved. I then put him in danger. I don't think he's trying to argue with the prosecutor on my behalf, but you never know. It feels good to think that someone is risking their life for me but I hope they didn't. I now fear that he will arrive not to deliver me but dragged the rope around his neck, naked, his arms tied to a crossbeam to be crucified like me.
And I also hope he won't warn my father. I don't want him to see me completely naked screaming in pain.
I open my eyes and look at poor Gidon. I am amazed and alarmed to see that his back, buttocks and legs are already covered with crimson lines. Blood even drips from some of them. He also has bluish-purple hematomas.
The leather strips on this whip were tied with a stone, a fragment of shell or a piece of glass.
Yonatan and I tremble with terror. At first Gidon seems fascinated by the lictor's demonstration, but then he turns his head away. Each in turn we will be in the place of this trunk tied completely naked without protection. The whip will tear off our skin. We remain silent in terror by the ferocity of the torture that will befall us. I'm not sure the lictor really needs to warm up, I think he just wants to terrify us with what he's going to do to us.
The lictor then stands on the side of the condemned man's cross and announces "I am ready commander!" while passing his whip against the skin of poor Gido who is still wriggling on the sedile between his buttocks which crushes his balls. He turns his head to all sides perhaps hoping for a last-minute rescue. Saliva flows from the lips of the tied man and drips down his chin. He has a lost look as if he is going crazy in anticipation of his punishment. I wonder what he is thinking.
People in the crowd of spectators push and jostle each other to get a better view while chatting loudly.
"I bet 10 sesterces that he will beg before the flogging ends," said a hard-eyed man. The one to his left replies, "I don't think so. He is a hardened criminal. He made very little noise as he climbed the hill. The whip didn't make him scream. It is filled with anger and fury. I hold the bet. Other bets are exchanged on us. The show is about to begin.
Longinus inspects the manhole site to make sure everything is in order. So he raises his hand to demand silence. The crowd stops all the conversation and becomes silent.
He turns to her and shouts in a loud voice, "Before a convicted criminal is crucified, he is flogged.
This punishment will now be applied to the person of Gidon Ibrahim, the murderer! »
The commander approached the lictor and said softly. "Hadrianus, I want these dogs to be severely whipped, but I don't want them half-dead while they are nailed to their crosses. I want them to be conscious and squirm on their cross for quite a while before they die. Do you think you can do that? Hadrianus bows his head and adds, "Yes, Commander! I control the force of the blows so that the flogging is painful, impressive but not fatal. Do the same thing to the thief? »
Longinus smiled: "Certainly. Roman justice is the same for everyone and I would love to see him struggling and screaming under your blows. Then he shouts, "Do your duty, Lictor! »
Gidon presses as much as possible against the tree to protect the largest possible area of his body. He lowers his head, tucks it into his shoulders as much as possible and closes his eyes. The lictor launches his first blow and the locks snap loudly towards the top of the back of the young man tries to remain stoic. He instinctively throws himself forward against the trunk and growls a little pain.
Gidon's flogging began. I watch him as the whip falls on my companion in misfortune and I admire him, not only for his courage but also for the strength of his convictions.
I close my eyes for a minute. Even then I cannot escape Gidon's ordeal. I hear the whip hissing in the air, its snapping on the skin and the growl of the young man: swoosh, clac, uugghh, swoosh, clac, uugghh over and over again. This mingles with the sounds of the audience and the jokes of the soldiers. I wonder how long Gidon will hold out before he utters a real piercing scream. I know that when my turn comes, I will scream even before the first lock hits my back.
I think how stupid I was waiting for any deliverance. It was not realistic.
The Romans have no regard for my people and think that we are little more than animals.
I am full of regrets for asking my friend to get involved. I then put him in danger. I don't think he's trying to argue with the prosecutor on my behalf, but you never know. It feels good to think that someone is risking their life for me but I hope they didn't. I now fear that he will arrive not to deliver me but dragged the rope around his neck, naked, his arms tied to a crossbeam to be crucified like me.
And I also hope he won't warn my father. I don't want him to see me completely naked screaming in pain.
I open my eyes and look at poor Gidon. I am amazed and alarmed to see that his back, buttocks and legs are already covered with crimson lines. Blood even drips from some of them. He also has bluish-purple hematomas.
The leather strips on this whip were tied with a stone, a fragment of shell or a piece of glass.
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BastianBasto
Spectator
hot idea to nail at least one of the three facing the cross and showing his fresh scarrings between his broad shoulders to the audience. If they lift up his shackled ankles and shanks so he must bow and spread his knees, they could even nail his crossed Feet onto the stake below his sexy round ass. Would be a surprising sight for the spectators when the hammer would smash a long spike into his exposed foot soles
hb21
Magistrate
sorry it is just a whipping procedure