crassuswild
Magistrate
Nuff Said
By Crassuswild
Dan grunted as his body strained on his cross.
He shook the sweat that rolled from his shaved head from his eyes, his dog tags chiming as he did so.
"this is bad man" he snarled,
and it was.
He had strong muscular, tattooed arms, powerful after many hours in the gym, they were on fire with cramp as his naked body hung from the thick straps that spread him across the arms of his T shaped cross. He growled as he forced his legs to straighten, pushing down on the ankle straps, allowing his arms to bend, allowing some relief to his tortured shoulders. his body glistened as he hung against gravity, darkening the stubble around his cock, shaved as is the fashion, his cock ram rod hard and fuelled with Viagra, one of the few cheats in the modern industry.
This hurt, this really hurt, he was getting to old for this shit,
When he first went into the industry things were so much more simple, dress in the costume, walk into the scene, strip and fuck.
He was younger then, video was king, since the rise of the internet he had realised the porn industry was harder, darker.
The old companies had gone west and so he started working for companies like this "Nuff Said" providers of BDSM and slave material. Of course there were rumours of even darker tastes out there. Still the money was good even if earning it was not as joyful as once it had been.
THE CRUCIFIED SOLDIER was the title of this epic, he was playing a soldier captured and crucified by rebels, he did not get it himself but guessed enough guys liked this stuff to make it pay.
Man it hurt bad, cramps ate at his legs, he could see the waddle of his Viagra hard cock as his legs got the jerks,
How fucking long were they going to keep up him here?
He could still see the dudes who ran Nuff Said, still dressed in their cheap terrorist costumes, sweeting and hard behind the camera as they filmed his naked groaning,
they stood before monitors and the blood red NUFF SAID logo.
He could see himself on the screens, seeing what the internet would soon spend good money to pay for and jerk off too.
He looks good man!
He was proud of his body, always had been, sporty as a youth and muscular as a man, he had been blessed with the equipment which had ment he could work in the porn industry, it had been a good life, well paid, for doing what he wanted to do anyway! Still if this was the kind of work he would get now he would have to get a proper job.
That thought hurt more than his physical suffering.
He could see the what his crucifixion had inflicted on him, his face creased from the pain, his gym pexed chest tight, man it was getting hard to breath, his stomach sunken and inverted, he dripped with sweat, his who body glistening, no need for baby oil today!
his muscles looking hard and drawn, crucifix cramp giving the effect of hours in the gym,
the crucifixion work out he mused, cruxersize?
It would be a hard sell!
his arms and legs were on fire, the muscles burning as they supported him against gravity, the groans of pain he had put on for the cameras at first were now quite real!
How long were these fuckers going to leave him up here?
Crucified?
the straps now chaffed his wrists, they were raw and hurt like fuck,
He was well aware of being trapped in two impossible positions, if he just hung his shoulders would burn with agonised cramp and he came to fear his shoulders would dislocate, more of a worry was that it was hard to breath when he hung, the air would sit in his chest until his lungs burned, He was forced into the second position, forcing his legs to straighten, pushing down on the bite of the ankle straps, thinking his knees would pop out, gasping in air as he rose up the cross, offering his cramped arms the blessed relief of bending.
He cursed himself for all those hours in the gym, he was a big guy and his own muscular bulk was now torturing him.
He had never felt so naked and exposed, he was used to being meat, displayed for the entertainment of others, but he had never felt so vulnerable and degraded.
His legs on fire he would have to sink down and hang again from his arms.
This was torture, pure and simple and he wanted out.
"OK guys.... get me down.... AAAAAGH ... funs over..."
The production team just looked at him grinning
of course, safe word, what was it?
oh yes "Green"
still they did not move
"Green guys" he tried to be cool about it but another wave of cramp gnawed at him and he heard a note of anger in his voice.
Still they just stood there watching, recording.
He needed a piss "GREEN FUCKING GREEN! GOT IT!" yelled the crucified man, angry now, offended by their incompetence, the breaking of filming rules, he would bust heads over this!
Still they just watched as he grunted, trying to pull himself from his bonds in fury!
"GET ME DOWN YOU FUCKERS!" he bellowed using air he could ill afford.
he was starting to panic now, pain and fear combined in him, what the fuck was going on?
The camera man smiled, he sauntered to the NUFF SAID logo and to the crucified mans horror started to re-arrange the letters,
AID SNUFF
snuff? SNUFF!
the crucified man really started to panic now, really started to writh and suffer as he struggled on his cross.
The production team were pleased,
they would get some brilliant stuff now the crucified man had realised he was to die in torment on his cross, they felt hard in their cheap costumes.
they would make a fortune from this,
they sat back to enjoy the sight, although they had to adjust the sound, Dan's screams of panic and pain were effecting the volume.
So unprofessional of him....
By Crassuswild
Dan grunted as his body strained on his cross.
He shook the sweat that rolled from his shaved head from his eyes, his dog tags chiming as he did so.
"this is bad man" he snarled,
and it was.
He had strong muscular, tattooed arms, powerful after many hours in the gym, they were on fire with cramp as his naked body hung from the thick straps that spread him across the arms of his T shaped cross. He growled as he forced his legs to straighten, pushing down on the ankle straps, allowing his arms to bend, allowing some relief to his tortured shoulders. his body glistened as he hung against gravity, darkening the stubble around his cock, shaved as is the fashion, his cock ram rod hard and fuelled with Viagra, one of the few cheats in the modern industry.
This hurt, this really hurt, he was getting to old for this shit,
When he first went into the industry things were so much more simple, dress in the costume, walk into the scene, strip and fuck.
He was younger then, video was king, since the rise of the internet he had realised the porn industry was harder, darker.
The old companies had gone west and so he started working for companies like this "Nuff Said" providers of BDSM and slave material. Of course there were rumours of even darker tastes out there. Still the money was good even if earning it was not as joyful as once it had been.
THE CRUCIFIED SOLDIER was the title of this epic, he was playing a soldier captured and crucified by rebels, he did not get it himself but guessed enough guys liked this stuff to make it pay.
Man it hurt bad, cramps ate at his legs, he could see the waddle of his Viagra hard cock as his legs got the jerks,
How fucking long were they going to keep up him here?
He could still see the dudes who ran Nuff Said, still dressed in their cheap terrorist costumes, sweeting and hard behind the camera as they filmed his naked groaning,
they stood before monitors and the blood red NUFF SAID logo.
He could see himself on the screens, seeing what the internet would soon spend good money to pay for and jerk off too.
He looks good man!
He was proud of his body, always had been, sporty as a youth and muscular as a man, he had been blessed with the equipment which had ment he could work in the porn industry, it had been a good life, well paid, for doing what he wanted to do anyway! Still if this was the kind of work he would get now he would have to get a proper job.
That thought hurt more than his physical suffering.
He could see the what his crucifixion had inflicted on him, his face creased from the pain, his gym pexed chest tight, man it was getting hard to breath, his stomach sunken and inverted, he dripped with sweat, his who body glistening, no need for baby oil today!
his muscles looking hard and drawn, crucifix cramp giving the effect of hours in the gym,
the crucifixion work out he mused, cruxersize?
It would be a hard sell!
his arms and legs were on fire, the muscles burning as they supported him against gravity, the groans of pain he had put on for the cameras at first were now quite real!
How long were these fuckers going to leave him up here?
Crucified?
the straps now chaffed his wrists, they were raw and hurt like fuck,
He was well aware of being trapped in two impossible positions, if he just hung his shoulders would burn with agonised cramp and he came to fear his shoulders would dislocate, more of a worry was that it was hard to breath when he hung, the air would sit in his chest until his lungs burned, He was forced into the second position, forcing his legs to straighten, pushing down on the bite of the ankle straps, thinking his knees would pop out, gasping in air as he rose up the cross, offering his cramped arms the blessed relief of bending.
He cursed himself for all those hours in the gym, he was a big guy and his own muscular bulk was now torturing him.
He had never felt so naked and exposed, he was used to being meat, displayed for the entertainment of others, but he had never felt so vulnerable and degraded.
His legs on fire he would have to sink down and hang again from his arms.
This was torture, pure and simple and he wanted out.
"OK guys.... get me down.... AAAAAGH ... funs over..."
The production team just looked at him grinning
of course, safe word, what was it?
oh yes "Green"
still they did not move
"Green guys" he tried to be cool about it but another wave of cramp gnawed at him and he heard a note of anger in his voice.
Still they just stood there watching, recording.
He needed a piss "GREEN FUCKING GREEN! GOT IT!" yelled the crucified man, angry now, offended by their incompetence, the breaking of filming rules, he would bust heads over this!
Still they just watched as he grunted, trying to pull himself from his bonds in fury!
"GET ME DOWN YOU FUCKERS!" he bellowed using air he could ill afford.
he was starting to panic now, pain and fear combined in him, what the fuck was going on?
The camera man smiled, he sauntered to the NUFF SAID logo and to the crucified mans horror started to re-arrange the letters,
AID SNUFF
snuff? SNUFF!
the crucified man really started to panic now, really started to writh and suffer as he struggled on his cross.
The production team were pleased,
they would get some brilliant stuff now the crucified man had realised he was to die in torment on his cross, they felt hard in their cheap costumes.
they would make a fortune from this,
they sat back to enjoy the sight, although they had to adjust the sound, Dan's screams of panic and pain were effecting the volume.
So unprofessional of him....
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