I am taking things in a new direction, meaning increasingly downward, as I take myself back in time to the Roman Empire. Here is my perfect day from daybreak to dusk, a spectator and then very much a participant.
Picture 1. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Octavius, a man of ample wealth and plenty of spare time. On a weekly basis I attend the crucifixions, always arriving before dawn to reserve a prime viewing spot. The sun is rising now, a perfect red dawn, as if an omen for the fun to come. And see the prisoners come, just look at those boys. I'm not a shy one, I want these boys to see the enjoyment I'm having in the proceedings, so much enjoying the show.
Picture 2. I stand aside the road, slap buttocks, count the lashes, prisoner by prisoner, teasing the guards if there are not 39 gashes. It seems the 2nd from right lost a nut during his scourging. I edge him on. "Just follow the bloody footprints, we'll get you to a pole. We can't have you bleed to death before suffering on the wood. I espy a crying boy and console him.. "Don't worry lad, I'll be with you 't'll the end, your slow death will give me great pleasure".
Picture 3. "Ahh early as I am, looks like I'm not the first to arrive. Good job centurions, close to the ground for easy access, that's the way I like it. Hey it looks like the sadists are going for the sculpted cocks first, prime targets". I walk up to the bloodied middle one, my eyes gaze up and down at the site of him as I openly stroke, at the same time asking a centurion permission to cauterize the prisoner's cock, offering a stipend as a bribe. "I want to be sure he dies as slowly as the others yet suffers more, does not bleed to death quickly".
Picture 4. Mid day feeding time. Sometimes it's best to stand back and watch nature take it's course. I partake in caviar, sip my wine, stroking as watching a boy twist in agony on the nails, a futile effort to evade the oncoming attack. I call out to him. "Sorry boy, it looks like you're about to lose that second nut: I can smell the blood from here, and I'm sure our flying friend can also".
Picture 5. Mid afternoon I tour the quarry executions, where the effects of sun and heat are greater. Yes, these two are crucified close to the ground at the quarry's entrance. I take my time torturing the one to the right. As a frequent crucifixion attendee I've mastered the blood semen spurt, the most humiliating of all crucifixion tortures, then speak to the two horrified prisoners watching. "Not to worry, your nails and crosses will arrive soon and then you can join the others in suffering. I sure do like the looks of you two, and what I did to this boy is nothing in comparison to what I have planned for you".
Picture 6. "I've kept my promise, you will suffer much more than the others. You are a semi hairy species of low life, the kind so perfect for the cross. Giving you the honey treatment, the flies and bees so interested in you now".
Picture 7. "Yeahh, so much enjoying your suffering. Honey to the face, ears, pits, chest and treasure trail, belly hole; not to forget the bush and cock and balls. Pound in the nails centurions. Excellent work, you struck the never centers, which means minimal bleeding and prolonged maximal suffering. Putting a rod up your piss slit boy. The flies will burrow in from the outside and look how they hover around you now, the itch they cause will keep you lively and twisting on the wood. Meantime up that piss slit crawl the scorpions, depositing that excruciating poison from the inside. The flies will become maggots and eat away at your flesh from the outside. The suspense is whether suffocation, the maggots or scorpions will do you in". I partake my evening meal and watch, trying to time my last ejaculation of the day to my boy's final gasps or screams.
The sun sets, the end of a perfect day.
