crassuswild
Magistrate
DTTV-12
“Midnight mercy. I am surprised the commentator’s comments are relayed over the trooper’s intercoms. Do not forget ladies and gentlemen that you, as citizens of the State have a responsibility in this execution, you can vote for the midnight mercy, you can offer these criminals being executed before you the mercy that they did not offer their victims, at midnight you can end the deserved crucifixion of one of the condemned before you that are so unworthy of the boon we offer them, vote for the crucified you believe has paid for his crime and their suffering will be ended, vote for the felon of your choice by dialling the numbers now being displayed at the bottom of your screens, each call will be charged 10 eurodollars all proceeds of which go to the criminal acts compensation scheme, so vote now and show these vermin the mercy they withheld from others. Vote now! Voting ends 23.50 any calls made after this time will not be counted but will still be charged, ensure you get permission of the bill payer before casting your vote!” I never vote, I never want there suffering to end, but I am always curious as to who the public will pick, it is normally, anyone who has shown humour, the young or the beautiful. Quiet, fat ugly people are doomed to suffer. Those with big families or from a sympathetic community often receive the mercy. Child abusers and traitors never get it; nobody wants to be seen to merciful towards them.
I click off from him for a moment get my resolve; I am pathetic, obsessed by the cross and yet unable to partake in it. I will force myself, I will click onto Stephen and then move away from the computer force myself to experience, I grab some tape from under the sofa, industrial duct tape from when I fixed the kitchen lights on the cheep, I rip off lengths of tape with my teeth and reach behind my neck to the hot metal of the cluster, I clumsy finger stick the tape over the cluster, it adheres to my neck hairs and skin, I wont be able to remove it quickly now. I will be forced to experience the execution for as long as it takes to rip the tape from my neck or dash to the computer. I reach forward to reengage the computer. I ready myself to join Stephen.
I start to shuffle on my ass away from the computer.
It is hard to move myself; my muscles seem more at one with Stephen
I am blind as I crawl through my flat I am looking through Stephens’s eyes; I thrill with expectation and horror.
I am on the floor of my bedroom, drenched with sweat, it only lasted a moment but the feeling of being inside Stephen as he hung on his cross was horrific, a brief glimpse. I could not even take the nailing, fainting like a Victorian heroine. I am shaking I pull out the ears and remove the specs, I curl up on my bedroom floor, I was crucified for a brief moment on my return to consciousness and I could not hack it!
My cock soft in my shorts.
I stumble to my living room and see Stephen nailed to his cross a spike through each arm and more though his ankles, he is so pale and jerking, juddering in the raw agony, the pain I glimpsed for a mere moment.
I grab the wine bottle and drink it to the dregs, giving a brief thought to Stephens’s extreme thirst.
The troopers are working on Mariuz, his face like stone as the crow like guards fuss around the huge hairy brute. I turn up the volume. I can hear the gasping cries of the three spiked in the background while the camera focuses on the big man.
“Bet his arms dislocate later the short arses always come unstuck”
“Big bastard, gonna be hard to hang from his arms”
“Quiet though, no bad thing”
“If he even understands what’s going on, looks thick to me”
I look at the man awaiting his spikes, his hairy face solid and expressionless, part of me wants to drink from his inner turmoil but I am still to shaken from my brief moment of crucifixion with Stephen.
I watch instead, his big muscles look flexed under his tanned flesh, his hard curved cock throbs with blood from the white band where his shorts once were worn. His heavy belly sucks in and out as he breaths and I get the impression he is trying to regulate his breathing, the his back curves slightly as he is forced away from the cross by the rod up his ass, his arms look stretched his big chest tight, his short stocky frame suffering and racked. The heavy hair on his body matted with sweat, the hair on his head spiked, and his eyes ark and hooded. He looks a this son forces a smile, it looks strained, we cant see his sons reaction, you can see his breathing increase as the nail gun is held up to his forearm of his left arm. You see the gun throb and the trooper recoil. Mariuz starts to crash and thrash on his cross, his head banging on the upright, arms and legs jerking at his bonds but he does not cry out even though you can see in his face that the pain is extraordinary. The troops move to his other arm and I can see the metal spike that pins him to his cross, a trickle of blood running down his brawny fore arm. The sight of his suffering re-ignites my interest and engorges my cock. I reach for the computer and replace the cluster on my neck.
Dix
“Not so tough now big fella”
“AAAAAGH FUCK”
“Not exactly original”
“D Did GARRR DID NOT WANT TO SCREAM, wanted to be B B BRAVE”
“They all scream, guess anyone would”
“OK big guy, we’re ready to spike the next one”
“B B BE MY GUEST, CUNT”
Dix is pleased, please that a black bro is putting on a brave show,
He likes them brave, so much more satisfying when the break.
I can feel the trooper shoulder the nail gun, he casts a furtive glance at the strong shoulders, the defined muscles, the sturdy cock, he feels a pang, what a fucking waist, he would be better in the work camps but the decision is not his.
The thick forearm comes into close focus before the soldier’s eyes.
He can see the muscles under the black skin twitch and flex as it anticipates the touch of the barrel, rivulets of sweat drips down it, big arms are easier, the junkie was a struggle to secure without shattering the bones, shatters bones are a problem the pierce the skin and cause the crucified to bleed to death far too quickly.
Reggie will be no problem; even if his bones shatter the thick muscle will hold the arm together.
Re rams the barrel into the arm and he notices the skin pale slightly has he presses in”
“OK big bro?”
“Just get it over with” the nigger almost sighs
I pull the trigger with Dix my cock close to exploding I am so turned on.
I feel the canon throb and then the pull back as the steel is shot into the arm of the condemned.
He sees the arm twitch as the steel is blasted into the cross until it comes to rest at the thick washer head that prevents the spike going right through the arm and out of the back of the cross.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
The crucified man gives a deep bellow as the nail is blasted him.
Why do they always have to be so fucking noisy?
“Ok let’s get the ankles done”
The vision before my eyes blurs for a moment as the trooper I inhabit squats down to be level with the criminal’s ankles. He tries to ignore the thick cock that hovers invitingly before his eye line. I don’t. He feels a flash of disgust as he sees the seat of shame in profile rammed between the muscular buttocks. He can smell what I cant and he is not impressed. He sees the deep dent in the underside of his foot where the rest has pressed in. Ankles are a lot trickier, no muscle and so are narrow, even on the strongest men. You have to aim, just under the anklebone, in from the heel so the condemned can stand on his own heel bones when he needs to push up and relieve some of the pressure on his spiked arms and impaled ass, Dix though professional experience quickly finds the mark and before the foot can twitch or jerk and betray the vital mark, Dix quickly pulls the trigger.
Power, I feel the power of the gun and the trooper’s own personal sense of power over this cross scum.
The steel bolt protrudes from the ankle and the impaled leg does an involuntary jig. The bolt has scraped the bone and Reggie lets out a roar of pain, he tries to clench his teeth together, suppress his weakness. While Reggie is still overcome with shock and unable to focus Dix swiftly moves around the front of the cross, the thick penis brushes his tunic to a feeling of his obvious disgust.
He aims the gun then halts as Reggie, desperate to prevent further agony or just because of the pain in his knee starts to jerk his leg and ruins the target.
“Keep still cant you anyone would think you aren’t enjoying yourself. Distract him!” a trooper punches his face, a spray of blood from his busted lip and in the moment of pain the leg halts and I feel Dix aim and fire.
CHUNK!
The final steel bolt blasts in to his ankle and his whole body thrashes about on the nails, the big man overwhelmed by the agony he now feels. I feel Dix move back and look at the eye pointer in his helmet.
“OK control release the clamps”
“OK Dixie Ducky” replies from the in built communicator, he hates that.
The bonds start to withdraw into the cross and Dix can see Reggie start to take the weight onto his spikes. See the muscle man tense as he body weight falls onto the nails. Blood wells around the metal spikes. The wrist clamps release their grip and he suddenly drops as his full weight falls onto the spikes, is arms bending and his hands suddenly thrust into the are as the arm and the bones within rotates on the spike that pins it, the pain must be appalling and Reggie throws his head back and yelps his stomach muscles sucking in and out as he gasps for air, his body sinks lower onto the dildo seat, his hard cock bobs as he does. “Ready to hang big fella?”
Reggie cant reply, he is to busy gasping in air to speak, overcome as he must be by raw agony. “Suit yasel! OK control retract foot rests”
Reggie looks at the trooper with wide eyes, drips of blood running down his chin. He shudders as the metal strips under his feet are sucked into his cross and Reggie sinks down again.
He is crucified. Reggie starts to struggle fiercely, roaring in agony, thrashing and jerking on his spikes as he tries to find a position, any position to elevate his indescribable torment, indescribable of course only as I have boon to soft to experience what the crucified truly feels, I still shake for the feeling of the first nail being shot in, Reggie his no escape now as his powerful black body struggles on his cross, the naked man quite a spectacle, I am so hard watching him. Each muscle moving under his skin, his face creased with pain, his cock hard before him in insolent salute his tight balls crawling into his body.
I am not brave enough to join him but it is obvious that Reggie is in excruciating agony. A powerful man now reduced to suffering the states most demeaning and humiliating punishments.
Dix stops observing his handy work and turns to his next task.
He sees Stephen go pale.
“AAAAAGH FUCK”
“Not exactly original”
“D Did GARRR DID NOT WANT TO SCREAM, wanted to be B B BRAVE”
“They all scream, guess anyone would”
“OK big guy, we’re ready to spike the next one”
“B B BE MY GUEST, CUNT”
Dix is pleased, please that a black bro is putting on a brave show,
He likes them brave, so much more satisfying when the break.
I can feel the trooper shoulder the nail gun, he casts a furtive glance at the strong shoulders, the defined muscles, the sturdy cock, he feels a pang, what a fucking waist, he would be better in the work camps but the decision is not his.
The thick forearm comes into close focus before the soldier’s eyes.
He can see the muscles under the black skin twitch and flex as it anticipates the touch of the barrel, rivulets of sweat drips down it, big arms are easier, the junkie was a struggle to secure without shattering the bones, shatters bones are a problem the pierce the skin and cause the crucified to bleed to death far too quickly.
Reggie will be no problem; even if his bones shatter the thick muscle will hold the arm together.
Re rams the barrel into the arm and he notices the skin pale slightly has he presses in”
“OK big bro?”
“Just get it over with” the nigger almost sighs
I pull the trigger with Dix my cock close to exploding I am so turned on.
I feel the canon throb and then the pull back as the steel is shot into the arm of the condemned.
He sees the arm twitch as the steel is blasted into the cross until it comes to rest at the thick washer head that prevents the spike going right through the arm and out of the back of the cross.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
The crucified man gives a deep bellow as the nail is blasted him.
Why do they always have to be so fucking noisy?
“Ok let’s get the ankles done”
The vision before my eyes blurs for a moment as the trooper I inhabit squats down to be level with the criminal’s ankles. He tries to ignore the thick cock that hovers invitingly before his eye line. I don’t. He feels a flash of disgust as he sees the seat of shame in profile rammed between the muscular buttocks. He can smell what I cant and he is not impressed. He sees the deep dent in the underside of his foot where the rest has pressed in. Ankles are a lot trickier, no muscle and so are narrow, even on the strongest men. You have to aim, just under the anklebone, in from the heel so the condemned can stand on his own heel bones when he needs to push up and relieve some of the pressure on his spiked arms and impaled ass, Dix though professional experience quickly finds the mark and before the foot can twitch or jerk and betray the vital mark, Dix quickly pulls the trigger.
Power, I feel the power of the gun and the trooper’s own personal sense of power over this cross scum.
The steel bolt protrudes from the ankle and the impaled leg does an involuntary jig. The bolt has scraped the bone and Reggie lets out a roar of pain, he tries to clench his teeth together, suppress his weakness. While Reggie is still overcome with shock and unable to focus Dix swiftly moves around the front of the cross, the thick penis brushes his tunic to a feeling of his obvious disgust.
He aims the gun then halts as Reggie, desperate to prevent further agony or just because of the pain in his knee starts to jerk his leg and ruins the target.
“Keep still cant you anyone would think you aren’t enjoying yourself. Distract him!” a trooper punches his face, a spray of blood from his busted lip and in the moment of pain the leg halts and I feel Dix aim and fire.
CHUNK!
The final steel bolt blasts in to his ankle and his whole body thrashes about on the nails, the big man overwhelmed by the agony he now feels. I feel Dix move back and look at the eye pointer in his helmet.
“OK control release the clamps”
“OK Dixie Ducky” replies from the in built communicator, he hates that.
The bonds start to withdraw into the cross and Dix can see Reggie start to take the weight onto his spikes. See the muscle man tense as he body weight falls onto the nails. Blood wells around the metal spikes. The wrist clamps release their grip and he suddenly drops as his full weight falls onto the spikes, is arms bending and his hands suddenly thrust into the are as the arm and the bones within rotates on the spike that pins it, the pain must be appalling and Reggie throws his head back and yelps his stomach muscles sucking in and out as he gasps for air, his body sinks lower onto the dildo seat, his hard cock bobs as he does. “Ready to hang big fella?”
Reggie cant reply, he is to busy gasping in air to speak, overcome as he must be by raw agony. “Suit yasel! OK control retract foot rests”
Reggie looks at the trooper with wide eyes, drips of blood running down his chin. He shudders as the metal strips under his feet are sucked into his cross and Reggie sinks down again.
He is crucified. Reggie starts to struggle fiercely, roaring in agony, thrashing and jerking on his spikes as he tries to find a position, any position to elevate his indescribable torment, indescribable of course only as I have boon to soft to experience what the crucified truly feels, I still shake for the feeling of the first nail being shot in, Reggie his no escape now as his powerful black body struggles on his cross, the naked man quite a spectacle, I am so hard watching him. Each muscle moving under his skin, his face creased with pain, his cock hard before him in insolent salute his tight balls crawling into his body.
I am not brave enough to join him but it is obvious that Reggie is in excruciating agony. A powerful man now reduced to suffering the states most demeaning and humiliating punishments.
Dix stops observing his handy work and turns to his next task.
He sees Stephen go pale.
“Midnight mercy. I am surprised the commentator’s comments are relayed over the trooper’s intercoms. Do not forget ladies and gentlemen that you, as citizens of the State have a responsibility in this execution, you can vote for the midnight mercy, you can offer these criminals being executed before you the mercy that they did not offer their victims, at midnight you can end the deserved crucifixion of one of the condemned before you that are so unworthy of the boon we offer them, vote for the crucified you believe has paid for his crime and their suffering will be ended, vote for the felon of your choice by dialling the numbers now being displayed at the bottom of your screens, each call will be charged 10 eurodollars all proceeds of which go to the criminal acts compensation scheme, so vote now and show these vermin the mercy they withheld from others. Vote now! Voting ends 23.50 any calls made after this time will not be counted but will still be charged, ensure you get permission of the bill payer before casting your vote!” I never vote, I never want there suffering to end, but I am always curious as to who the public will pick, it is normally, anyone who has shown humour, the young or the beautiful. Quiet, fat ugly people are doomed to suffer. Those with big families or from a sympathetic community often receive the mercy. Child abusers and traitors never get it; nobody wants to be seen to merciful towards them.
Stephen
His ass hurts real badly, worse than the others, AAAAAAAGH!
I click off from him for a moment get my resolve; I am pathetic, obsessed by the cross and yet unable to partake in it. I will force myself, I will click onto Stephen and then move away from the computer force myself to experience, I grab some tape from under the sofa, industrial duct tape from when I fixed the kitchen lights on the cheep, I rip off lengths of tape with my teeth and reach behind my neck to the hot metal of the cluster, I clumsy finger stick the tape over the cluster, it adheres to my neck hairs and skin, I wont be able to remove it quickly now. I will be forced to experience the execution for as long as it takes to rip the tape from my neck or dash to the computer. I reach forward to reengage the computer. I ready myself to join Stephen.
Stephen
Mouth dry, so thirsty. His ass is on fire, he dropped onto the rod, and it tore and spit itself into him, ripping him apart as it impaled his anus. We shudder at the pain, he is still able to stand more easily than the others on his cross while displayed but he dare not move to much now, the fire in his ass is to great, he feels sick with terror, he has seen the crucifixions of his condemned comrades and its horror has overwhelmed him, the junkie shrieks on his cross, the muscular black guy growls and roars as they start their deaths by slow torture. How can he face this?He is eaten alive by the shame and degradation. His cock so hard before him, naked in public so cruel. He once heard a cynic say that people only pray in earnest when they want two and two to make five.
When only a change to the natural order of things can help.
Right now Stephen needs two and two to make five.
“God save me” he whispers to himself “help me please”
He knows his prayers are born of desperation but now he does not care, all pride is dissolving in him, what point pride when your stark naked with a hard cock and a rod up your ass on national television.
And the nail gun armed troopers are coming for him.
“Please god, help me, don’t let the pain last to long”
“Please take me now”
When only a change to the natural order of things can help.
Right now Stephen needs two and two to make five.
“God save me” he whispers to himself “help me please”
He knows his prayers are born of desperation but now he does not care, all pride is dissolving in him, what point pride when your stark naked with a hard cock and a rod up your ass on national television.
And the nail gun armed troopers are coming for him.
“Please god, help me, don’t let the pain last to long”
“Please take me now”
I start to shuffle on my ass away from the computer.
“Please spare me”
It is hard to move myself; my muscles seem more at one with Stephen
“Please take me to heaven”
I am blind as I crawl through my flat I am looking through Stephens’s eyes; I thrill with expectation and horror.
“SAVE ME!”
I feel him pull at his bonds. Panic rushing through him.
They are coming.
“God I am a good man I don’t deserve this!”
“I don’t deserve to die”
“Please stay with me, don’t abandon me”
He feels utterly helpless; he has tried to escape this fate and can no longer think of anything, no more deals to be done, no more sudden inspiration for Stephen Henry Clunes.
“Oh god please stop them…”
“Shut up, there no god here, this is your god” a trooper holds the nail gun in front of his face, we look down the barrel and imagine we can see the steel bolt sprung within.
Waiting.
“Tall bastard”
“Yeah lanky cunt, he will live to the end”
“You never can tell, once they get nailed they still cant stand easy.”
“His ass is bleeding”
“I love a virgin!”
“I bet!”
“Big balls”
“No good to him now! Ready to be crucified Jew boy?”
I feel Stephens mind race, desperate to think of something anything but the terror has frozen his mouth and his intellect.
“Please don’t do this, I’m sorry,” we whisper.
“Didn’t catch that, what you say?”
“I’M SORRY”
I feel us shout, I bet the others think he is pleading but he is not, inside his mind I know he is calling to his parents, apologising to the shame he has brought to the family. He is so sorry, the thought of his parents watching him standing naked on his cross is more excruciating than even his physical suffering.
What you sorry for? Sorry you got caught? Sorry you have to hang with these common fellows? Sorry you’re going to be nailed?”
My own heart pounds with nerves I have felt the bed, I am as far from the computer as I can reach, was this such a good idea? My fingers caress the tape on my neck nervously.
I feel Stephen shaking with nerves,
“Keep fucking still, your ruining my aim”
“Keep still Jew boy before I nail your balls on”
“Oh well done that made him worse”
Stephen feels so vulnerable and the threat to his balls makes him terrified, sick with terror.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god”
We feel the sticky barrel of the nail gun press into our left arm, midway between the wrist and the elbow.
This is it.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god”
CHUNK!
“God oh god oh AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
Our arms explode with the pain, cold metal embedded into hot blood and muscle.
I am crying…. Oh shit…. My fucking arm…. AAAAAAGH no, I am clutching at my arm! Gotta get it out, IT HURTS! Fuck it hurts”
Its its its not in my fucking arm its in his AAAAAAAAAAAGH oh Jesus!
Stephen this is too much AAAAAGH shit! Hurts too much! Please make it stop, get it off.. Off my neck.
They are at my other arm, his other arm, our arm shit man no its to much please Stephen don’t let them, stop them
Fuck can’t get the cluster off, hands shaking too much, stop-fucking shaking STOP IT!
CHUNK!
Flashing before my eyes.
Our eyes
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
My other… oh god AAAGH my other arm,
The pain the fucking pain shit
Flash
Hurts
Flash
Hurts
Flash
Blackness
Light in the distance, its closer
PAIN.
Oh CHRIST MY BODIES ON FIRE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
What’s happening?
What’s fucking happening!
Arms exploding with pain.
AAAAAAAAAAGH
Hurts hutinh help help me
ANKLES agony metal grinds on bone and nerves
AAAAAAAAAAAGH! NOOOOOOO!
Insides crushed, staked up my ass! Its to much hurts to bad.
What happened?
Fainted?
I am naked, I can see down my body, my cock sticks out before me.
No no my cock, His cock!
Cant breath right. OHHHHHHHH.
No me it’s the man, Stephen this is a computer projection, fuck it hurts.
Cluster get it off.
To much pain.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Stop shouting what will the neighbours think?
Head turns they are onto the hairy foreign bloke
Cluster in my fingers under the tape.
Tape.
Rip it off!,
Pulling!
Hair detaches, don’t care I am rigid with agony
Off.
I feel him pull at his bonds. Panic rushing through him.
They are coming.
“God I am a good man I don’t deserve this!”
“I don’t deserve to die”
“Please stay with me, don’t abandon me”
He feels utterly helpless; he has tried to escape this fate and can no longer think of anything, no more deals to be done, no more sudden inspiration for Stephen Henry Clunes.
“Oh god please stop them…”
“Shut up, there no god here, this is your god” a trooper holds the nail gun in front of his face, we look down the barrel and imagine we can see the steel bolt sprung within.
Waiting.
“Tall bastard”
“Yeah lanky cunt, he will live to the end”
“You never can tell, once they get nailed they still cant stand easy.”
“His ass is bleeding”
“I love a virgin!”
“I bet!”
“Big balls”
“No good to him now! Ready to be crucified Jew boy?”
I feel Stephens mind race, desperate to think of something anything but the terror has frozen his mouth and his intellect.
“Please don’t do this, I’m sorry,” we whisper.
“Didn’t catch that, what you say?”
“I’M SORRY”
I feel us shout, I bet the others think he is pleading but he is not, inside his mind I know he is calling to his parents, apologising to the shame he has brought to the family. He is so sorry, the thought of his parents watching him standing naked on his cross is more excruciating than even his physical suffering.
What you sorry for? Sorry you got caught? Sorry you have to hang with these common fellows? Sorry you’re going to be nailed?”
My own heart pounds with nerves I have felt the bed, I am as far from the computer as I can reach, was this such a good idea? My fingers caress the tape on my neck nervously.
I feel Stephen shaking with nerves,
“Keep fucking still, your ruining my aim”
“Keep still Jew boy before I nail your balls on”
“Oh well done that made him worse”
Stephen feels so vulnerable and the threat to his balls makes him terrified, sick with terror.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god”
We feel the sticky barrel of the nail gun press into our left arm, midway between the wrist and the elbow.
This is it.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god”
CHUNK!
“God oh god oh AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
Our arms explode with the pain, cold metal embedded into hot blood and muscle.
I am crying…. Oh shit…. My fucking arm…. AAAAAAGH no, I am clutching at my arm! Gotta get it out, IT HURTS! Fuck it hurts”
Its its its not in my fucking arm its in his AAAAAAAAAAAGH oh Jesus!
Stephen this is too much AAAAAGH shit! Hurts too much! Please make it stop, get it off.. Off my neck.
They are at my other arm, his other arm, our arm shit man no its to much please Stephen don’t let them, stop them
Fuck can’t get the cluster off, hands shaking too much, stop-fucking shaking STOP IT!
CHUNK!
Flashing before my eyes.
Our eyes
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
My other… oh god AAAGH my other arm,
The pain the fucking pain shit
Flash
Hurts
Flash
Hurts
Flash
Blackness
Light in the distance, its closer
PAIN.
Oh CHRIST MY BODIES ON FIRE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
What’s happening?
What’s fucking happening!
Arms exploding with pain.
AAAAAAAAAAGH
Hurts hutinh help help me
ANKLES agony metal grinds on bone and nerves
AAAAAAAAAAAGH! NOOOOOOO!
Insides crushed, staked up my ass! Its to much hurts to bad.
What happened?
Fainted?
I am naked, I can see down my body, my cock sticks out before me.
No no my cock, His cock!
Cant breath right. OHHHHHHHH.
No me it’s the man, Stephen this is a computer projection, fuck it hurts.
Cluster get it off.
To much pain.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Stop shouting what will the neighbours think?
Head turns they are onto the hairy foreign bloke
Cluster in my fingers under the tape.
Tape.
Rip it off!,
Pulling!
Hair detaches, don’t care I am rigid with agony
Off.
I am on the floor of my bedroom, drenched with sweat, it only lasted a moment but the feeling of being inside Stephen as he hung on his cross was horrific, a brief glimpse. I could not even take the nailing, fainting like a Victorian heroine. I am shaking I pull out the ears and remove the specs, I curl up on my bedroom floor, I was crucified for a brief moment on my return to consciousness and I could not hack it!
My cock soft in my shorts.
I stumble to my living room and see Stephen nailed to his cross a spike through each arm and more though his ankles, he is so pale and jerking, juddering in the raw agony, the pain I glimpsed for a mere moment.
I grab the wine bottle and drink it to the dregs, giving a brief thought to Stephens’s extreme thirst.
The troopers are working on Mariuz, his face like stone as the crow like guards fuss around the huge hairy brute. I turn up the volume. I can hear the gasping cries of the three spiked in the background while the camera focuses on the big man.
“Bet his arms dislocate later the short arses always come unstuck”
“Big bastard, gonna be hard to hang from his arms”
“Quiet though, no bad thing”
“If he even understands what’s going on, looks thick to me”
I look at the man awaiting his spikes, his hairy face solid and expressionless, part of me wants to drink from his inner turmoil but I am still to shaken from my brief moment of crucifixion with Stephen.
I watch instead, his big muscles look flexed under his tanned flesh, his hard curved cock throbs with blood from the white band where his shorts once were worn. His heavy belly sucks in and out as he breaths and I get the impression he is trying to regulate his breathing, the his back curves slightly as he is forced away from the cross by the rod up his ass, his arms look stretched his big chest tight, his short stocky frame suffering and racked. The heavy hair on his body matted with sweat, the hair on his head spiked, and his eyes ark and hooded. He looks a this son forces a smile, it looks strained, we cant see his sons reaction, you can see his breathing increase as the nail gun is held up to his forearm of his left arm. You see the gun throb and the trooper recoil. Mariuz starts to crash and thrash on his cross, his head banging on the upright, arms and legs jerking at his bonds but he does not cry out even though you can see in his face that the pain is extraordinary. The troops move to his other arm and I can see the metal spike that pins him to his cross, a trickle of blood running down his brawny fore arm. The sight of his suffering re-ignites my interest and engorges my cock. I reach for the computer and replace the cluster on my neck.
