Crucified With Two Cousins - A Story In 20 Little Chapters

[Deleted member 16639]

With two cousins on the cross (1)

Foreword:
Dear Crux Members

I want to write you a story that is one of my favorite fantasies. I have been wearing this little fantasy for a long time in my head and I have played it many times in the head cinema.

As you know from my statement of January 23, 2016, in the thread "Crucifixion And You: How Did The Idea Start?", I began to be interested in crucifixion at the age of seven. When I entered puberty, the whole thing then took on a strong sexual component. When I was eighteen, something happened that impressed me and made me think of a great idea.

One day, three of us were in town, a female cousin of my same age and a male cousin two years older. We often moved around then, while our parents were sitting at home and talking over coffee and cake.

Jan, Amelie and I moved around and we did a lot of nonsense. We passed a church. Outside on the wall leaned a big wooden cross. It was probably taken from inside the church to be restored - maybe just the figure. There was no corpus hanging on this cross. But I could see the holes where the bolts went through the wood, which should hold such a corpus.

As you know, I have always been very interested in crucifixions and crucifixes. I went to the cross and looked at it. It was big enough for a real crucifixion and of course a lot of things went right through my mind. I could not admit that. So I made a joke: "Where did Jesus go? Was he kidnapped?"

My cousin Jan laughed. "No," he said. "He jumped off the cross because it was too cold for him here in the shade! He's probably leaning against the wall on the other side of the church and sunbathing." He spread his arms like a crucified man.

We all laughed. Then my cousin stood in front of the cross and spread his arms: "I'll do the substitution for him."
At that moment I saw my cousin hanging naked on this cross in my mind. I had often seen him half naked in the swimming pool and knew his slim athletic body. I found the idea extremely arousing to see him naked on the cross.

He leaned on the cross and looked down. I knew exactly why. I had noticed at some point that he always looked when we girls were barefoot or wore open shoes. On the internet, I found out that there are many boys who are fascinated by bare girls feet and who were aroused by the sight of bare girls' feet.

I liked the idea that my naked feet excited him, and when we visited his people, I always took off my shoes and walked barefoot. Anyway, I almost always was barefoot at home so he could look at my feet when he and his parents came to a visit.

It was a fascinating and exciting game to let him look at my bare feet and know that the sight aroused him. The best part was that I could easily do it.
Of course he would have been aroused by the sight of my bare breasts, but I could not walk around with a bare bosom. That would have been noticed. But bare feet did not strike anyone, just a boy who was into bare feet.

Well, my handsome cousin "hung naked" on the cross in front of me and I imagined standing barefoot in front of him instead of wearing sandals so he could look at my feet as he writhed on the cross. A great idea!

Jan then dropped his arms and said, "I do not have enough grip on the cross. You two ought to tie me up so I do not slide down."
For a moment my heart stopped. Was he serious? Or was it just a joke?

Then people came by and we moved on. All the way home I had to think about this little scene and in the evening in bed I invented a little story for my head cinema. What I did while fantasizing that story, you certainly know.

In the following time I fantasized this story again and again. It was always about my cousin Amelie and I being crucified together with Jan. Sometimes it took place in ancient Rome, sometimes elsewhere.
But my favorite fantasy was playing in the church, on whose wall we had discovered the empty wooden cross. This fantasy still plays regularly in my mind cinema. The most important thing is: I experience this story in my mind always from the viewpoint of my cousin Jan!

Yes, I know, that sounds weird, but it's just like that.
When I found the Crux Forum a few years ago, I discovered in the thread "Crucified males" in the row 61 on July 1, 2014 photos that BondageBoy had set there. That was on September 25th. I was amazed! The boy in the photos resembled my cousin Jan in an incredible way!



Since then, this story haunts my head. That story always wanted to comme out. Now the time has come.
I've changed the names in the story in case a friend finds them here by accident.
And of course, everyone involved in the story is over 18 years old!
The Marienchurch is also an invention. I do not know if there is a cross group as I describe it in the story. I came up with it.
I'm curious if you like the story. She is written from a completely different angle.
I hope you enjoy reading.

Yours
Sassi

 

[Deleted member 16639]

With two cousins on the cross (2)

June 27th of the year 2255:
It was the day of Jan's twenty-first birthday and he would not forget that day – not in his life.

They had driven the Hovercar to a quiet side street and walked to the church of Mary. Some streets far away they heard the muffled noise of the fair on the Moselle. Jan carried the empty sack into which they would put their clothes, his cousin Saskia was carrying another bag, in which it jingled softly. When Jan heard this jingling, he got palpitations.

Whit Saskia, his cousin Amelie was part of the party and of course Aunt Julia. It had been Aunt Julia's idea to select St. Mary's.
"In St. Mary´s we will find what we need," she had explained to the three young people. "And the lock of the side gate is broken. The door can not be locked."

Jan gave Saskia a sidelong glance. His cousin was small and slim and she had red hair. She would turn nineteen the following day. He and Saskia would, so to speak, celebrate their birthday that night - in a very special way.

Jan looked at Amelie. Amelie was a little taller than Saskia, but still a head shorter than himself. She had inherited her mother's dark blond hair, just as he had inherited his dark blond hair from his mother. Saskia was an outlier in the family with her redhead.

Jan's, Amelie's and Saskia's mothers were sisters and Aunt Julia was the fourth in the league. She was thirty-six and the only one of the four sisters who had never married. She had remained childless and instead became a loving godmother to Jan and his cousins.

That night, the dear godmother would fulfill her three godchildren a very special wish.

They came to the church. As expected, the side door was unfinished. They entered. It was not dark in St. Mary's. Some ceiling lights were on and spread soft light.

The small group walked between the benches to the other side of the church. There on the long side was a Way of the Cross with pictures of the Passion of Christ. In St. Mary's there was a special feature. Where the picture of the crucifixion of Jesus and the two robbers should hang on the wall, there was a wide niche. There were usually real crosses made of wood, which wore life-sized bodies of plaster.

These bodies had been removed to restore and repaint them in a specialist's workshop. The three wooden crosses layed on the ground. A rack was erected above them with an electric pulley on a rail. With that, the crosses had been lowered to the ground and would be returned to the vertical as soon as the restored bodies were attached to them again. Behind the crosses stood a small mobile working platform.

When Jan saw the three large wooden crosses, a shiver ran down him. They would soon wear the restored bodies again and decorate the church. But tonight, the three crosses would carry other bodies - living, breathing bodies. Bodies that would writhe on these crosses in the soft light of the ceiling lamps.

The thought itself was enough to make his heart beat wildly. He still could not really believe what was about to happen. But it happened! Aunt Julia had suggested it to them. She had asked if they wanted to do it and they had said yes - all three.

=

It had started innocently. He and his cousins had streaked through the city together. The families often met on the weekends, and while the adults sat and talked with each other over coffee and cake, the three cousins made off and roamed the city.

It was warm and the girls wore light summer dresses. Amelie wore sandals on her feet, Saskia dianettes. Especially the dianettes pleased Jan, because Saskia's feet were practically naked on the thin soles, only held by thin leather straps.
Jan loved the sight of bare girls feet.

It had started with puberty. Suddenly he had an increased interest in barefoot girls. If he saw girls with bare feet or in open shoes, he had to look. Naked feet magically tightened his eyes. The sight excited him.

As they turned into a side street that led them past St. Augustine's Church, Jan stole a glance at his cousin's bare feet. He liked it very much. Saskia's feet were small and narrow. She never wore nail polish. He would not have liked that. He did not like painted nails.

Looking at Saskia's feet, he nearly stumbled over a thick beam leaning against the side of the church. Jan looked up. It was not a beam - on the church wall leaned a large wooden cross.
"Oops!" he shouted. "Where did Jesus go? Has he been kidnapped?"

He saw the holes in the cross, where the retaining bolts for the Jesus figure were pushed through. Usually there was a corpus hanging on this cross.
"Maybe it was too cold for him," joked Saskia. "The cross is in the shade. I bet Jesus is on the other side of the church to take a sunbath." She spread her arms and stood on her toes.

They all laughed.
Jan stood with outstretched arms in front of the cross and leaned his back against it: "I could do so long his representation."
They laughed. Jan laughed, but at heart he was really excited. If there was anything that aroused him even more than the sight of naked girl feet, then that was the thought of crucifixion! He had been dreaming of this since he could think.

Jan did as he would slide down from the cross. "Crap! I'm sliding off! Probably nothing with the representation for Jesus. Your girls have to tie me up."
He saw Saskia looking around: "There are no ropes around here ..."
"Why Ropes?" Amelia exclaimed, laughing. "We only need four long nails and a hammer."

Jan got mad heart palpitations. The little game made him totally crazy. He would have liked to be tied to this cross by his cousins! Or even better: nailed!
He was about to suggest looking for crucifixion items inside the church when some people came around the corner. He backed away from the cross and they went on.

Jan had to think about the little incident all the way home. And every time he glanced at his cousin's bare feet, he imagined he could see those feet on a sloping platform without shoes. At a cross!
At least as often he imagined himself nailed to a cross and his cousins standing bare-footed in front of that cross, looking up at him before they too were crucified themselfes.

=

Aunt Julia looked at the three youngsters, "Do you really want to do that?"
They nodded silently.
"Are you sure?" the aunt pursued.
Again they nodded.
"Then it's time to start," said Aunt Julia. We take measurements first. Sassi? The foot rests!"

Saskia fetched three chunky wooden things out of the bag. They were wooden foot rests, as found under nailed feet on crucifixes. Two holes were drilled at the bottom. There you could push through long nails and nail the pedestal to the vertical post of a cross.
There were no such platforms on the three crosses that lay in the niche on the floor.


"Then let's take a measure," said Aunt Julia. "Take off your shoes and lie down on the crosses! Saskia? Empty the bag!"
Saskia obeyed. She turned the bag over and emptied it. Out came a hammer and a lot of long nails. It jingled audibly.

At the sight of the nails, Jan's heart beated faster than before.
Three gags landed next to the hammer. They were special gags, as Jan knew. They had ordered them on the internet.
Good God! It really happens!, he thought. He was weak with excitement. If we had not played our little game at the gate in the back of the park, I would never have experienced it.

 

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With two cousins on the cross (2)

June 27th of the year 2255:
It was the day of Jan's twenty-first birthday and he would not forget that day – not in his life.

They had driven the Hovercar to a quiet side street and walked to the church of Mary. Some streets far away they heard the muffled noise of the fair on the Moselle. Jan carried the empty sack into which they would put their clothes, his cousin Saskia was carrying another bag, in which it jingled softly. When Jan heard this jingling, he got palpitations.

Whit Saskia, his cousin Amelie was part of the party and of course Aunt Julia. It had been Aunt Julia's idea to select St. Mary's.
"In St. Mary´s we will find what we need," she had explained to the three young people. "And the lock of the side gate is broken. The door can not be locked."

Jan gave Saskia a sidelong glance. His cousin was small and slim and she had red hair. She would turn nineteen the following day. He and Saskia would, so to speak, celebrate their birthday that night - in a very special way.

Jan looked at Amelie. Amelie was a little taller than Saskia, but still a head shorter than himself. She had inherited her mother's dark blond hair, just as he had inherited his dark blond hair from his mother. Saskia was an outlier in the family with her redhead.

Jan's, Amelie's and Saskia's mothers were sisters and Aunt Julia was the fourth in the league. She was thirty-six and the only one of the four sisters who had never married. She had remained childless and instead became a loving godmother to Jan and his cousins.

That night, the dear godmother would fulfill her three godchildren a very special wish.

They came to the church. As expected, the side door was unfinished. They entered. It was not dark in St. Mary's. Some ceiling lights were on and spread soft light.

The small group walked between the benches to the other side of the church. There on the long side was a Way of the Cross with pictures of the Passion of Christ. In St. Mary's there was a special feature. Where the picture of the crucifixion of Jesus and the two robbers should hang on the wall, there was a wide niche. There were usually real crosses made of wood, which wore life-sized bodies of plaster.

These bodies had been removed to restore and repaint them in a specialist's workshop. The three wooden crosses layed on the ground. A rack was erected above them with an electric pulley on a rail. With that, the crosses had been lowered to the ground and would be returned to the vertical as soon as the restored bodies were attached to them again. Behind the crosses stood a small mobile working platform.

When Jan saw the three large wooden crosses, a shiver ran down him. They would soon wear the restored bodies again and decorate the church. But tonight, the three crosses would carry other bodies - living, breathing bodies. Bodies that would writhe on these crosses in the soft light of the ceiling lamps.

The thought itself was enough to make his heart beat wildly. He still could not really believe what was about to happen. But it happened! Aunt Julia had suggested it to them. She had asked if they wanted to do it and they had said yes - all three.

=

It had started innocently. He and his cousins had streaked through the city together. The families often met on the weekends, and while the adults sat and talked with each other over coffee and cake, the three cousins made off and roamed the city.

It was warm and the girls wore light summer dresses. Amelie wore sandals on her feet, Saskia dianettes. Especially the dianettes pleased Jan, because Saskia's feet were practically naked on the thin soles, only held by thin leather straps.
Jan loved the sight of bare girls feet.

It had started with puberty. Suddenly he had an increased interest in barefoot girls. If he saw girls with bare feet or in open shoes, he had to look. Naked feet magically tightened his eyes. The sight excited him.

As they turned into a side street that led them past St. Augustine's Church, Jan stole a glance at his cousin's bare feet. He liked it very much. Saskia's feet were small and narrow. She never wore nail polish. He would not have liked that. He did not like painted nails.

Looking at Saskia's feet, he nearly stumbled over a thick beam leaning against the side of the church. Jan looked up. It was not a beam - on the church wall leaned a large wooden cross.
"Oops!" he shouted. "Where did Jesus go? Has he been kidnapped?"

He saw the holes in the cross, where the retaining bolts for the Jesus figure were pushed through. Usually there was a corpus hanging on this cross.
"Maybe it was too cold for him," joked Saskia. "The cross is in the shade. I bet Jesus is on the other side of the church to take a sunbath." She spread her arms and stood on her toes.

They all laughed.
Jan stood with outstretched arms in front of the cross and leaned his back against it: "I could do so long his representation."
They laughed. Jan laughed, but at heart he was really excited. If there was anything that aroused him even more than the sight of naked girl feet, then that was the thought of crucifixion! He had been dreaming of this since he could think.

Jan did as he would slide down from the cross. "Crap! I'm sliding off! Probably nothing with the representation for Jesus. Your girls have to tie me up."
He saw Saskia looking around: "There are no ropes around here ..."
"Why Ropes?" Amelia exclaimed, laughing. "We only need four long nails and a hammer."

Jan got mad heart palpitations. The little game made him totally crazy. He would have liked to be tied to this cross by his cousins! Or even better: nailed!
He was about to suggest looking for crucifixion items inside the church when some people came around the corner. He backed away from the cross and they went on.

Jan had to think about the little incident all the way home. And every time he glanced at his cousin's bare feet, he imagined he could see those feet on a sloping platform without shoes. At a cross!
At least as often he imagined himself nailed to a cross and his cousins standing bare-footed in front of that cross, looking up at him before they too were crucified themselfes.

=

Aunt Julia looked at the three youngsters, "Do you really want to do that?"
They nodded silently.
"Are you sure?" the aunt pursued.
Again they nodded.
"Then it's time to start," said Aunt Julia. We take measurements first. Sassi? The foot rests!"

Saskia fetched three chunky wooden things out of the bag. They were wooden foot rests, as found under nailed feet on crucifixes. Two holes were drilled at the bottom. There you could push through long nails and nail the pedestal to the vertical post of a cross.
There were no such platforms on the three crosses that lay in the niche on the floor.


"Then let's take a measure," said Aunt Julia. "Take off your shoes and lie down on the crosses! Saskia? Empty the bag!"
Saskia obeyed. She turned the bag over and emptied it. Out came a hammer and a lot of long nails. It jingled audibly.

At the sight of the nails, Jan's heart beated faster than before.
Three gags landed next to the hammer. They were special gags, as Jan knew. They had ordered them on the internet.
Good God! It really happens!, he thought. He was weak with excitement. If we had not played our little game at the gate in the back of the park, I would never have experienced it.

Just waiting with bated breath for the next part, where Auntie nails all 3 of you.

 

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With two cousins on the cross (3)

They had sat together, Amelie, Saskia and him, Sunday a week ago. At Aunt Julias house. The aunt had left. When the three young people arrived, she regretted that she was going to a friend. The appointment was done a week ago.
"Make it comfortable on your own", suggested Aunt Julia. "I'll be back in three hours."

There they sat in the room where, as young children, they had sometimes spent the night. They squatted on the carpet and talked. The girls were barefoot. Saskia had taken off her shoes when they entered the house. Amelie had imitated her.

Jan was happy about that. To see the naked feet of his cousins so close was the paradise for him. He had often thought about his cousins doing it deliberately to arouse him. He felt that way anyway.

Saskia had always liked to be barefoot. When he visited Saskia's family with his parents, the girl was almost always barefoot. But when Saskia came with her people to his family, she used to wear shoes and she usually kept them on. Sometimes - in the summer - when they barbecued behind the house, she took off her shoes and ran across the lawn with bare feet. But she wore her shoes in the house.

He had noticed that, because he had started looking at nude girls' feet very early. At the latest with entry into the puberty he could not turn his eyes away, if he saw bare girls feet.

She noticed, Jan wondered as he squinted at Saskia's delicate toes. I want to bet on that! Because since then she takes off her shoes when she comes to our house. She almost always does it. She wants to turn me on. She does that on purpose!
The thought was immensely exciting. He liked the idea that a girl might find it exciting to arouse his cousin with her bare feet. He was so lost in thought that Saskia's question hit him like a punch in the stomach.

She nudged him with her bare foot: "Tell me Jan, would you have been crucified at the St. Augustins church? Would you have done it?"
The question hit him completely unprepared. He felt himself blushing.
"Uhm ... well, yyeeesss ...", he said. Then he decided that attack was the best defense: "Why not? Could give it a try! It would be really cool!"

Now it was his cousin who was lost for words. "Try it," she said. "Yes ... why not? It would probably be interesting ..." She grinned crooked, "as long as you use ropes. Nails might not be such a good idea ..."

"Why not?" Amelie intervened. "That would be much more authentic."
"Authentic?" Saskia looked at her cousin. "Yes. For sure. Especially the injuries!"
"What are autodoc units for?" returned Amelie. "A day in the Snow White coffin and you're like new again."

"With nails would be more authentic," said Jan. The sentence had cost him overcoming and he had pronounced the words quickly, before his throat could tighten. God, how exciting this discussion was! He could not believe it! He talked to his two cousins about a real crucifixion!

"Yes," said Saskia. "Authentic. It would be quite safe but certainly there would be huge grouse from our families afterwards. She rolled her eyes." Not to mention the stupid speakings of the doctors who would make it clear to us how dangerous our games were and that one should not do so! God knows what could have happened! Bla bla!"

Silence started.
No!, Jan thought. He was in a panic. Stay tuned! Say something! You have to go through this now! If you say nothing, that's it! Then Amelie and Saskia will never talk to again about this topic!

"We could try it with ropes," he suggested. He tried to sound as serene as possible, even though he got an erection at the idea of hanging his cousins naked to a cross. He hoped the girls would not notice the bump in his trousers.

"Mm, we could do that," said Saskia. Jan looked at his cousin. He saw in her eyes a glimmer he had never seen before.
She wants it as much as I do, he thought. Oh my God! She really wants it! Wow!

Amelie looked at Saskia wide-eyed, "You want to try that? Really now?"
"Who started this?" Saskia retorted. "And who asked for nails to make it more authentic?" She gave her cousin a comradely push: "Who keeps running around with the camera and photographs crucifixes? You have to have hundreds of crucifixes in your collection on your holo-computer! "

Amelia chewed on her lower lip: "But we have no cross here on Auntie's Terrain." She grinned crooked: "We can't use the cross at the St. Augustin badly. To public. That would be a screaming, I'll tell you! "

"The iron door at the end of the park," Jan shouted. "That would be better than nothing! It would be enough for a start." Stay tuned boy! Do not let go! Once you've done that, who knows, maybe you can make a real cross in a secret place and crucify one after another. Maybe even - oh splendid thought - two crosses and we would always be crucified in pairs.

From there everything went fast: they climbed onto Aunt Julia's attic, knowing that there was just about everything up there. In fact, they found a lot of ropes in a box. Most were about a meter long.
"No idea what they served," Jan said, grabbing several ropes, "but they'll serve us well. Let's go, ladies! To the far end of Aunt Julia's Park! "

They were running! They could not go fast enough. The park was actually a small piece of land, surrounded by a man-high wall with old walnut trees. At the far end, there was a two-meter-high gate made of wrought iron. If you went through, you came to the back of Aunt Julia's property, where fruit trees stood, and a huge barn that was no longer used.
In the barn you could set up a real wooden cross, Jan thought.

But they did not want to go through the gate. They wanted to do something different.
First, they draw lots to determine the row in which everyone would be crucified, because suddenly they all wanted to be first.

Saskia was lucky to be the first one. She stood with her back to the gate and spread her arms.
"Wait!" Jan said. He rolled the block of sandstone that served as a doorstop in front of the gate: "Go up, Sassi!"

His cousin obeyed and leaned - standing on the stone - with her back to the gate, her arms spread out. Amelie heaved herself up: "I can not get hands on her wrists. You have to tie her up, Jan, or I have to find a rock to climb on."

Jan took the ropes Amelie handed him. First, he encirceled Saskia's right wrist and the lattice gate behind it. He pulled tight and knotted. Then he tied the other hand of his cousin in the same way.

Below, he tied a rope around Saskia's ankle and the grille behind. Again he made a firm knot. He looked at the bare feet of his cousin full of desire. Tied up, Saskia's feet look even more beautiful, he thought.

He rolled the stone block away. Now Saskia hung at the gate like a crucified. She looked pretty in her skinny summer dress. Without it, she would have looked even prettier, Jan thought, but at least she had bare legs and feet.

Saskia tried to rest her heels on a thin crossbar of the gate, but she slid and slumped down. Now she hung almost completely with her weight on the arms.
"With a pedestal it would be better," she said. "One like at the crosses in the churches. You know." She smiled. "But it's really cool!"

Yes that's cool, Jan thought. He was extremely aroused. He had never seen his cousin like that before. He had only dreamed about it. And the best thing was: soon he would experience this wonderful bondage! Jan was completely happy.

Suddenly a loud, stern voice sounded from behind: "What the hell are you doing?”

 

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With two cousins on the cross (4)

Jan and Amelie turned. Behind them stood her aunt. She shook her head: "What you are doing is nonsense! Only a single piece ofrope turned around the wrist! That cuts in! It could hurt the tendons or even affect the whole joint!"

"We just wanted to try ...", Amelie began.
"If anything had happened, we could have taken Sassi to the hospital," Jan said. "In an autodoc unit, the damage would quickly be repaired." He was stunned. Where did his aunt come from so suddenly? "Didn't you want to drive to your friend?"

"She phoned and canceled the meeting on the way," Aunt Julia said. "Got a headache." She went to Saskia hanging on the gate. "So I came back and when I found the entrance to the park open, I went in to check."
She targeted Saskia: "It does not look like it's that comfortable."

"Because I do not have a footrest," Saskia said. She had blushed. "With a pedestal under my feet, I could stand it well." She paused for a moment. Then she said, "I bet, then I could even endure nailing."
Jan gasped. Did his cousin really say that aloud? The little silent Saskia, who was so shy? Yes, she had said it.

Of course he could not stand back. He turned to his aunt, "Amelie said it would be much more authentic with nails."
"Authentic?" His aunt looked at him as if he were crazy.
He ducked inwardly and braced himself for a thunder-storm. But his aunt surprised him.

"Where she's right, she's right," she said. "If so, then make it right! What, Saskia? I bet you would. I'm right?"
Saskia blushed even more. She looked down. "Yes," she said softly. Not more.

"The injuries would be uncomfortable," Amelie said. "But an autodoc unit would fix it with ease."
"But the nagging of the doctors!" Said Jan. "There would be reproaches." He mustered all his courage. Now it had to be said! "Besides, we could not do all three together, and after the one that did it first, the doctors would forbid us to try it again."

His aunt looked at him. Her eyes seemed to get under the skin. What she said then, turned him nuts: "Then you have to make it look as if you were crucified all three together. From any people who attacked you. Then the doctors can not complain."

Jan's heart began to beat. He was stunned. His aunt had just made an incredible suggestion.
"In the Autodoc unit, you would actually be healed," the aunt went on. Her eyes became very serious: "But the pain would not spare you. A crucifixion is a very intense experience. With nothing to compare. Once nailed, you are helpless. No begging helps you. You have to endure it."

Jan felt how he got an erection. He glanced at Saskia, who was still shackled at the gate. He imagined the girl being nailed to a cross and crying for redemption with tears. There would be no salvation. She would have to stay on the cross for the time agreed upon. The idee terrified and excited him at the same time. Was not that what he had always wanted? To endure it! Even if he screamed he could not stand it a single minute longer? That was just the excitement of the idea of being crucified!

"One thing I can guarantee you," said the aunt. "You will experience incredible sensory sensations if you really do! I know what I'm talking about."

=

And now they were here, in St. Mary's. They had come to experience a true crucifixion. Jan bent down. With shaky movements he took off his shoes and socks. His cousins did the same. In the distance he heard the sounds of the folk festival. Nobody would hear if long nails were beaten in wooden beams here in the church ...

They lay down on the crosses, Jan in the middle, Saskia on his right and Amelie on the left. Her aunt laid ropes around the crossbeams, where her wrists were. Then the same thing at her ankles. Then she pushed the footboards under her bare soles. Once in position, she only needed to punch two nails through the pre-drilled holes to fix the footrests to the upright pole.

By the sound of the hammer blows, Jan shuddered. His stomach contracted into a hot little ball. He felt fear. But above all, he felt an incredible excitement. In a few minutes he would be nailed to that cross! He would experience a real crucifixion!

"Done!" reported the aunt. "Get off the crosses! Undress!"
Jan's heart banged hard against his ribs. The time had come! He was excited like never before. He felt gratitude that he was allowed to experience it. And scared. The fear was part of the event. Fear gave the whole thing the right spice, he found. He undressed naked. His cousins too. They put the clothes in the sack they had brought. Then they stood naked in front of the aunt.

"Do you three really want to do that?" the aunt asked again.
"Yes," Amelie answered without hesitation.
"Yes," Jan said.
"Yes, I want," said Saskia.

The three looked at each other. Saskia came to Jan. He saw the expectant glow in her eyes. And the fear. The girl snuggled up to him. They hugged each other. He could feel her heart beating. They kissed. Then they broke up.
Then Amelie came to him. Amelie's eyes were pure devotion. They hugged each other and kissed each other.
Finally, the two girls hugged.

Then they stood in front of the three big wooden crosses.
"We are ready," Jan said.
Yes, he was ready, more than ready. He felt fear, but he could not wait for it.

"Help me with the girls," said the aunt to Jan. She handed Amelie and Saskia their gags: "Put them on! You have to tighten them well! So they can not solve themselves!"
The girls strapped on their gags. They were leather with a special ballgag. This one contained an intelligent construction: he gagged the victim absolutely. When you carried such a gag, you could get out almost no sound. Jan had tried it. The gag muted. But you could breathe in through a mouth valve! The aunt had requested that.

"A normal gag is too dangerous," she had said. "If you get a stuffy nose from crying, you could suffocate. That can not be fixed by an autodoc unit! But you have to wear a gag. St. Mary's is located in the middle of a residential area. You would be heard screaming and someone would call the police. Then it would soon be over with your first crucifixion. You do not want to get off the cross after ten minutes. No, it's supposed to last all night! "

All night! Jan shivered again. While helping his aunt to tie his cousins to the crosses, he experienced a sense of chaos of fear, excitement, arousal, horror, and gratitude. He recoiled and wanted to do it in the same minute with every fiber of his being!

He looked down at his cousins. They lay naked with outstretched arms on their crosses, tied to hands and feet. That's what Aunt Julia asked.
"You have to be fixed so that you cannot suddenly pull away a hand or a foot if the pain becomes too big during nail-down."

Pain too big ?, jingled in Jans thoughts in huge writing. Pain! Big! Great! Great pain!
Yes, that was part of it! That should be so! He wanted it. And Amelie and Saskia too. They had talked to Aunt Julia extensively about it.

The aunt handed him a nail and the hammer: "It starts, Jan! Go on! Amelie first."
As if in a dream, Jan found himself kneeling down at his cousin's feet. He caught a glimpse of Amelie's face. The girl seemed relaxed and composed. He saw no fear in her eyes.

With a pounding heart, Jan set the nail on Amelie's right foot, just where Aunt Julia had shown him. They had spent two days practicing at the Aunt's house so that no mistake could happen. Jan put the nail in the middle of Amelie's bare foot. He would pierce the girl's foot between the second and third toe and emerge from the sole of the foot behind her toe bales, then inextricably connect to the wood of the cross.

Unsolvable! Jan thought. He looked Amelie in the face. She looked up at him, composed. He raised the hammer and struck.

He was surprised by the soft noise. It sounded like a gentle "tick" and the nail went into Amelia's foot. The girl jumped. She produced a little sound, a scream that was never born, and reared up.

"Go on!" the aunt ordered. "Jan, hit the nail! You must not hesitate!"
With quick blows Jan drove the long nail through the foot of his cousin. Amelie screamed into the gag. She could not do more. He saw that she was trying to pull her foot out of reach, but the bondage kept it firmly in place.

One last blow and the nail was through. Under Jan's punch, he plunged into the wood under Amelie's foot. Now things got louder. The hammer blows echoed through the empty church. Tock-tock-tock!

Amelie reared up. She screamed into her gag. The result was nothing but a miserable squeak. Almost nothing was heard.
Jan drove the nail farther into the wood until Amelie's foot layed firmly on the pedestal, held up by the broad nail head.

His aunt handed him the next nail: "Carry on, Jan! Nail her!"
He did it. With three strokes he drove the nail through Amelie's bare foot. He saw from the corner of his eye how the girl bowed her back. He heard above the soft tick-tick of the hammering Amelie's screams suppressed by the gag.

Now you're experiencing it, he thought as he drilled the nail through Amelie's sole and pounded it into the underlying wood. You experience what it feels like to be nailed an a cross. And I will experience it right away!

He got up and handed the hammer to his aunt. Aunt Julia would nail the girls' wrists, so it was discussed. Aunt Julia was a doctor. She knew where the nails had to go through the wrists.

He looked down at Amelie's feet. They looked beautiful with their nails!
I nailed my cousin's feet, Jan thought. Again a shudder came over him. And immediately my feet are to be nailed!

He watched as his aunt nailed Amelie's left wrist to the crossbeam. She put the nail on the joint and hit it with two short strokes. Amelie reared up. She screamed into her gag.
"Yes child, I know that hurts!" said the aunt reassuringly." I know how it feels. Do not fight against it! You have to endure it, one way or the other. "

Yes, Jan thought, she knows what it feels like.
The aunt had confided a secret to them. After freeing Saskia from their shackles, they went into the house and discussed everything. Aunt Julia pretended that someone wanted to be crucified, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"When I was your age, I was crucified myself," she had told them. Julia had found people in a hidden corner of the Internet who were willing to nail her to the cross in the gymnasium of a school. She had spent a day and a night on the cross. On Monday morning, when school started, she was found and taken off the cross. She had been cured in an autodoc unit.

"I told a story to the police back then," the aunt had said. "I told them they abducted and crucified me. That people were wearing masks. I would not have recognized anyone. The police kept the lid on it. Nothing was allowed to go outside. The public heared nothing. One was afraid of imitators."

Therefore, the proposal of the aunt to perform the crucifixion of Jan, Saskia and Amelie in St. Mary's Church. Otherwise it would not have been impossible to explain why three young people had been nailed to a cross. She would spend all night on the cross, and if Sunday Mass was prepared, they would be found and set free. Then they should all tell the same story: they had come from the folk festival and been attacked in a side street by figures with masks. An injection and they fainted. When they woke up, they found themselves lying naked on the three crosses in the church and the matter took its Course.

 

[thehangingtree]

Keeping me busy reading a fine story...

 

[Eulalia]

"When I was your age, I was crucified myself," she had told them. Julia had found people in a hidden corner of the Internet who were willing to nail her to the cross in the gymnasium of a school. She had spent a day and a night on the cross. On Monday morning, when school started, she was found and taken off the cross. She had been cured in an autodoc unit.

"I told a story to the police back then," the aunt had said. "I told them they abducted and crucified me. That people were wearing masks. I would not have recognized anyone. The police kept the lid on it. Nothing was allowed to go outside. The public heared nothing. One was afraid of imitators."

We can read about Aunt Julia's adventure here:

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/a-dream-that-came-true-a-story-in-8-chapters.5144/

 

[Wragg]

I wish I could get an autodoc unit.

Wonderful story, Sassi!

 

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With two cousins on the cross (5)

Aunt Julia circled the cross. She put the fourth nail on Amelie's right wrist. She fumbled with the nail tip for the right place.
Amelie threw her head back and forth. She screamed nonstop in her gag.
Jan knew what she wanted to scream out loud: "No! No! Don't do it, Aunt Julia! Stop it! I can not stand it! That's too terrible! It hurts to bad!"

He became queasy. He realized that in a few minutes he would probably scream the same words in his own gag. Fear rose in him. For a moment fear was stronger than the arousal he had felt all the time. He seriously thought of giving up and refusing his own crucifixion, so much did he fear.

The nail tip continued to search. It seemed to take forever, though in reality only two or three seconds passed. Jan knew his aunt was looking for the right spot on Amelie's wrist. She knew that point.

In 2174, professors Lorenz and Haderer discovered during excavations in Jerusalem a grave containing the skeletons of men who had been executed on the cross. Traces of the bones made it possible to identify precisely the places where nails had been struck in antiquity through the wrists and feet of the condemned.

The tip of the nail had found the right place. Aunt Julia raised the hammer.
Amelie shook her head. No! No! Tears streamed from her wide-open eyes.
The aunt struck. With three blows she drove the nail through Amelie's wrist and sank him with more punches in the wood below.

Amelie screamed in her gag. Her screams were getting shriller. She reared up. She bowed her back. Suddenly she pissed. A stream of urine spurted from her lap.
Oh my God!, Jan thought. It hurts so much that she make herself wet. She has lost control of her bladder. For heaven's sake!
He was freezing cold. His fear increased.

With a final blow Aunt Julia buried the nail in the wood of the cross. Amelie's hand was firmly pressed against the wood. The aunt knelt down beside Amelie and looked at her.
Amelie shook her head. She screamed into her gag. No, no! she shouted. Turn me on I can not stand it!
The only result was a pathetic, low hum: "Mmmh! Gmmh! Nnn!"

Aunt Julia stroked her face. "It's good, Amelie. Stop fighting it. You are nailed down. You can not get going. You have to accept it. You wanted it that way. Now you get it."

Amelie shook her head crying. She was still screaming in her gag. Sheer horror stood in her eyes. Jan saw that the girl regretted the utmost to get involved. Amelie would have done anything at this moment to get away.

Jan's fear was still rising. But at the same time the sight of the naked body on the big wooden cross excited him. And, in spite of all fear, he was aroused by the thought that in a few minutes he would be lying on exactly such a cross, nailed at his hands and feet.
He watched as his aunt cut off the ropes Amelie had held on the cross. She used a small knife. The ropes were no longer necessary. The girl was held by the nails on the cross.

The aunt stood up. She reached up and pulled the pulley down. She dropped the chain with the hook. The pulley was electric. All you had to do was press the right button on the control bar.
Jan understood: Aunt Julia wanted to raise Amelie first, before she nailed Saskia to the cross.

With a soft clicking, the hook came down. He lowered himself to the head of the great cross. There a fixture had been attached to handle the crosses during the restoration. The aunt snapped the hook in there. Then she pressed the button for lifting.

Amelie shook her head. No, no! Not!
Jan saw the big puddle under the cross.
With a soft click, the pulley grabbed the chain. The cross began to rise. Amelia rose with it.

 

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Amelie screamed non-stop into her gag as the cross lifted. She looked pitiful. Fear and horror stood in her eyes. She cried without ceasing.
Jan felt sorry for the girl, but at the same time the sight of her, the naked body rising with the cross, aroused him. He had never seen anything so arousing before.

He saw the lower end of the cross slide toward a rectangular opening in the floor. As the cross hung exactly perpendicular to the chain of the pulley, it slipped into this opening. There was a small rumble and then it stood upright in the niche.

Amelie writhed in wild convulsions. The pain must have been overwhelming. She was sweating. She screamed into her gag. She danced on the cross.
Aunt Julia released the crane hook and let the remote dangle in the air. Then she came to Jan and stood behind him. Together, they looked up at Amelie.
Now Jan realized how tall the cross was. Amelia's bare feet were at the same height as his eyes.

"Just watch her dance," said the aunt. "She writhes in agony and she can not even scream." Her hand came around Jan's naked body and grabbed him in the crotch. She began to rub his penis. His cock immediately stood up. "Do you like seeing a naked girl on the cross, Jan?"
Jan swallowed. "Yes," he said. He could not say more.

"Take a close look," Aunt Julia said as she slowly masturbated him. "She suffers infinitely. She would do anything to get away. She did not expect such hard pain. But she will endure the torment. She can not help it."
She rubbed Jan's cock. His arousal grew.
"I was dancing on the cross at the time as well," said the aunt. "I screamed like crazy. I yelled, they had to let me down. On the spot! I could not stand it a single minute longer."

The aunt hugged Jan from behind: "But I could stand it, boy! Because I had to! Because I had no choice. It was an overwhelming experience. You will experience it immediately."

Aunt Julia let him go. "Come on now! Let's nail Saskia! She's waiting."
Jan took a last look at Amelie, who was writhing on the cross. Then he turned to his other cousin.
Saskia lay small and anxious on her cross. She had turned pale. Again and again she looked up at her cousin on the cross. Saskia's eyes were scared now.

Aunt Julia got two nails and the hammer: "Nail her feet, Jan!"
He knelt down next to Saskia's bound feet and took the hammer and a nail. This time he was not as hesitant as whit Amelie. He wanted to spare Saskia the hesitation. He put the nail on her right foot and slammed the hammer. Again, it clicked surprisingly soft as long as he drove the nail through Saskia's foot.

The noise of the folk festival out there almost drowned out the hammering. He saw Saskia drive up. He heard her scream into her gag. As he hammered the nail into the wood, he saw her rearing up. Already the girl's foot was nailed down.
Jan took the next nail out of Aunt Julia's hand and hammered it through Saskia's left foot.

He felt tremendous arousal as he did so. He felt the nail drive through Saskia's flesh. He listened to the soft ticking and then the loud Tock-Tock as he pounded the nail into the wood. He listened to Sasha's words, which were almost completely suppressed by her gag.

Then he got up. It was done. Sassis's feet were nailed to the sloping pedestal. He handed his aunt the hammer and watched as she nailed Saskia's wrists.

The situation seemed surrealistic. It was like a strange dream. He watched the first nail slash through Saskia's left wrist. He saw his cousin rearing. She bowed her back. Saskia was crucified. Just like Amelie. And he would also be crucified pretty soon.

"It seems to me it's in the family," Aunt Julia had said two days earlier when they were planning the crucifixion. „It seems to be in our genes. Not only have I been interested in crucifixion since childhood. Your mothers too! I know that.“

She looked at Jan: "As a child, your mother could not walk past any jungle gym without hanging on to it with her hands and keeping in a posture like crucified until she lost her strength. My two other sisters also did such things. Hanging on the banister or on any metal scaffolding. At the branches of trees. It's in the family. Maybe it really is anchored in our genes. How else could it be that all three of you are into the crucifixion?"

Saskia's left hand was tacked to the cross. The aunt circled the cross and took the girl's right hand. She worked fast and focused. She did not want to torture Saskia unnecessarily by hesitant action. After a short time Sassis right wrist was nailed.

The aunt reached for a small sharp knife. She cut all the ropes anf took them away. Now Saskia was held only by the four nails. Jan died of arousal at the sight of the white naked girl's body nailed to the cross.

After the nailing was finished, Saskia had stopped screaming in her gag. She layed still and surrendered on the cross and waited for the things that had to come. She knew that the hardest was yet to come, but Jan saw no fear in her eyes. Only dedication. Saskia wanted it!

He watched as Aunt Julia attached the pulley to Saskia's cross and straightened the girl. Saskia stayed calm. She did not move. She did not scream. However, tears were in her eyes.

As the cross slid with a rumble in the opening in the ground, Sassi screamed into the gag. She reared up. Now she hung on her nails with all her weight.
Yes, there was disbelief in Saskia's eyes. And bewilderment. The girl had not expected such severe pain.

 

[thehangingtree]

Well told Sassi!!!!

 

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With two cousins on the cross (7)

The aunt removed the pulley and attached the hook to Jan's cross in the middle of the niche. Then she came to Jan. Again she hugged him from behind and grabbed around him to his penis. She rubbed him until he got stiff.
"Cousin number two is crucified," she said softly as she slowly masturbated him. "Look, Jan! They are waiting for you to keep them company."

Aunt Julia firmly pressed Jan: "You will, right?"
"Yes," Jan answered. His voice was hoarse with arousal. Yes, he wanted! Despite all fear. Now more than ever! He looked at his two cousins.

He watched as Amelie squirmed against the wood. She fidgeted and reared up. She struggled against the nails that held her mercilessly. She did not seem to realize that these nails were inextricably linked to the heavy wooden beams. She could wrestle as much as she wanted. She would not get away. That was completely impossible. Her wild fidgeting only added more ache to her pain.

Jan saw fear and pain in the wide-open eyes of his cousin. He felt the stroking hand of his aunt between his legs.
"Do you see how she regrets having taken up the matter?" Asked the aunt.
Yes, Jan could see that clearly. He could read it in Amelie's eyes, in those wide-open eyes, from which streams of tears flowed. Amelie bitterly regretted having consented on the crucifixion. She would have done everything to get away.

When Jan saw his cousin's suffering, fear returned to him. His heart beated hard against the ribs. The pain had to be outrageous!
But then he looked at Saskia. His other cousin hung motionless on the cross. Also, Saskia's eyes were torn open. Saskia also cried in pain. He could see the agony in her eyes. Saskia suffered a lot.

But he saw no fear or horror in Saskia's eyes. Instead, he spotted something there that almost knocked him over: Gratitude! Although Saskia was sweating with pain, she felt grateful for being nailed to the cross.

She is like me, Jan thought. She has always wanted it and now she is allowed to experience it. Amelie probably also dreamed about it, but the pain overwhelmed her. She is afraid. She can not enjoy it. But Saskia enjoys it. I can hardly believe it, but I can read it in her eyes!

 

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With two cousins on the cross (8)

More than ever, Jan wanted to go to the cross himself. The hand gently masturbating him had a share in the urgent desire. Jan was very aroused. He wanted to go to the cross. On the spot! He wanted to be crucified between these two naked girls and to suffer with them.

It did not matter to him at this moment whether he would react with horror and fear to the terrible pain of nailing, how his cousin Amelie, or whether he would love the pain, would accept it, as Saskia obviously did. He just wanted one thing: on the cross!

"Nail me!" he asked his aunt. "Nail me to the cross! Right now! I'm ready! More than ready! I want it! Crucify me!"
The hand on his penis disappeared. Jan felt a slight regret.
"Then let's go, young man," said his aunt. "Forward, Jan! Lie down on the cross!"

Jan obeyed. He was totally shaky with arousal. He laid his back on the big wooden cross and spread his arms. He remained silent while his aunt first tied his right wrist to the crossbeam. Then the left. She turned to his bare feet.

"Too bad I can not nail your feet on top of each other," she said regretfully. "I think it's nice to see a man nailed both feet over eachother to the sloping platform with a single nail. But you could start fidgeting and pulling away your feet because of the pain. I'm not strong enough to hold you and pin down your feet at the same time. A real shame!"

She tied Jan's feet. He was trembling. Now the time had come. It was too late to go back. He was tied up. He could not free himself from his situation. He was at the mercy of his aunt. She could handle him how she liked it.

Again she grabbed his cock and rubbed it until it became stiff. "You should experience nailing under the highest arousak," she said. "Then it will be better for you."
She leaned over him and kissed him passionately. "I always wanted that! Time to experience a young man on the cross." She continued rubbing his penis.
She smiled down at him: "You'll be surprised how much it hurts! How hard it is to endure! But no matter how bad it gets, you'll endure it, Jan."

She took his gag and put it on him. Now he was mute. He could not speak anymore. He could not do anything anymore. Only accept everything that was done with him.

Again his aunt masturbated him. Jan was upset with arousal. He groaned in his gag. Yes! He thought. Yes, aunt! Do it! Crucify me! Nail me! You're welcome! So do it! Nail me to the cross! Please do it!

The hand of Aunt Julia disappeared. Jan saw her take the hammer, down there by his feet - how she took one of the long nails in the other hand. He glanced up at his two cousins on the cross. Amelie writhed at the wood in tears. She had no eyes for him. She was alone in her agony. But Saskia looked down at him. She watched him closely. She would watch her aunt nail him.

The performance increased his arousal. His cousin would watch him being punched. His erection intensified. He felt a nail being placed on his right foot, right in the middle of the foot between the second and third toe. He did not look. Instead, he looked up at Saskia and looked at her naked body. He fixed his eyes on Sassis bare feet and waited for his own nailing.

He heard the soft tic of the hammer blow and felt the nail tip penetrate the skin. More punches. Jan was surprised. It did not even hurt half as much as he expected. Yes, he had flinched and made a soft sound, but that was rather a sound of surprise. He stared at Sassis bare feet and felt the nail with each hammer blow continued through his foot. He already arrived at the sole of the foot.

This time it hurt! Really!
When Aunt Julia hit the nail through his muscular sole, he screamed. He tugged at his handcuffs and gasped in the gag. Yes, that was pain! Pain as he had expected.

The low tick-tick of the blows as the nail had passed through his flesh became a loud Tock-Tock as his aunt drove the nail into the wood under his sole. Jan gasped at every hammer blow. He did not take his eyes off Saskia's bare feet. He focused all his arousal on his cousin's feet and on the pain in his own foot. It felt great!

Jan felt the nail's head press his foot onto the sloping support platform.
Already Aunt Julia picked up another nail and put it on Jan's other foot.
Jan stared up at his nailed cousin.
Sassi, I'm coming!, he exclaimed in thought. I come to you! I want to be with you! I want to hang next to you on the cross! I want to suffer with you! Oh Sassi, I'm coming to you!"

He concentrated on his foot. He managed to suppress a gasp as the nail was driven from the hammer into his flesh. Again he felt the cold nail go through his foot and hit the sensitive sole.
Jan stiffened in anticipation of the pain as the nail pierced the sole. A solid blow and it was done. The nail pierced a hole in Jan's sole from the inside.

He reared up and yelled into his gag. He could not stop it. But he liked it. It felt awfully nice. He experienced first-hand what he had always wanted. He was in that moment filled with gratitude that the aunt had accidentally caught her at her little game at the gate. Otherwise he should never have experienced this. He would have longed for it all his life and yet this wish would never have been fulfilled.

Thanks!, thought Jan fervently. Thank you! Oh, thanks for letting me experience that!

 

[Wragg]

Aunt Julia is quite a woman

 

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With two cousins on the cross (9)

Aunt Julia came to the crossbeam. She picked up another nail: "Now we'll finish this, dear." She smiled down at Jan. "You like it, don't you?"
He nodded silently. He felt good, really good. He was afraid about nailing his wrists. He had seen Amelie made herself wet in pain when she got nailed. But he liked it.

Aunt Julia put the hammer out of her hand. She grabbed his cock and masturbated Jan again until he was stiff and hard.
Yes! he thought. Yes, aunt! Do it! Nail me! I'm ready!
That he was totally helpless aroused him a lot. He liked being completely at the mercy of his aunt. And he liked that his cousin watched him being nailed.

He looked up. Saskia watched him quietly and interested. Then he saw that Amelie was watching too. His erection intensified. Both girls watched as he was nailed. He felt good. He liked it.

He felt his aunt attach the nail to his left wrist. He tried to prepare for the pain. He did not look when the aunt lifted the hammer. He looked up at Saskia.
Sassi, I'm coming! I come to you! I'm with you right now!

He heard the hammer blow. Nothing had prepared him for this. There was an explosion of pure pain in his wrist. He gasped. He cramped his entire body.
The next blow. Mercilessly, the nail pierced through his wrist.
Jan screamed. He was screaming. Except that nothing came of it but pitiful humming.

He felt the nail drive through his joint. The pain was huge! Much worse than on the feet. The nailing of the feet had felt arousing. This just hurted. Jan shouted in the gag. He started crying. He reared up.

With quick blows the aunt hammered the nail into the wood under Jan's wrist. He felt the nail-head press down his wrist and tie his hand inextricably with the wood. Through a veil of tears he saw the faces of his cousins floating above him - the faces of his crucified cousins.

The aunt circled the head of the cross and knelt down beside Jan's other hand. If he had not worn a gag, he would probably have begged her to stop. It hurted too much! But he could only make a soft growling sound. That he could not speak, that he could not shout out his pain, was an agony!

With a mixture of horror and arousal, he watched his aunt put the nail on his wrist. He felt the nail tip searching for the right place. Jan looked away. He could not look. Instead, he looked up at Saskia and Amelie.
Go on, he thought. Hit the nail! Do not let me wait unnecessarily long!

In the corner of his eye, he saw the hammer rushing down. The nail penetrated with a soft crunch into his wrist. Jan reared up screaming. Sobbing, he tried to implore his aunt to stop. But he made no sound except a muffled "Nnnn!"

Helpless, he had to endure how the big nail was hammered through his wrist. Jan cried. He was not ashamed of his tears. It hurted so much!
He felt the nail-head press his wrist against the wood. The hammer blows stopped. Jan was nailed to the cross.

He watched as his aunt cut the ropes that had held his hands and feet. Now he was held solely by the nails on the cross.
That's crazy! He thought. Four nails hold me! I have no chance to get away. Four simple nails are enough to connect me inextricably with the wood!

He watched his aunt doing away with everything. She stuffed clothes and ropes into the backpack they had brought. Jan waited anxiously for Aunt Julia to lift him up with the pulley.

He was lying there quite calm, so as not to provoke unnecessary pain. Even so, his wrists hurt a lot. On the feet, however, the nailing felt really good. It was erotic to feel the nails down there, piercing his bare feet and holding them to the pedestal.

Aunt Julia came to him. Again she took hold of his penis and rubbed it until it straightened stiffly.
"I left you lying on the floor for a while, because tomorrow morning you'll be the last to get off the cross," she said. "Of course they will free the girls first. So you will be crucified the longest."

She grabbed harder. Jan groaned in his gag. God, did that feel good!
Aunt Julia rubbed his penis very tight. "I'll pull you up, Jan," she said. "OK?"
He nodded silently.

She let go of his cock and went to the control panel of the pulley, which dangled from the crane.
Jan got ready. It began. He felt the chain of the crane put on and how the cross slowly straightened up. For a moment he had a slight panic. He feared his nails would not hold him properly and he would slide off the cross.

But the nails did their job! They held him tight. The cross rose higher and higher. Jan felt the weight of his body begin to tighten on the nails. He groaned. He felt the pain come to him.
Good God! He thought. That's going to be hard! Damn hard!

The cross slid forward a bit. Below him he saw the upright pole sinking into the opening. With a rumble the cross fell into the opening.
Flaming pain shot through Jan's wrists and feet. He reared up screaming. He roared. Only that one heard nothing. Only a miserable "Mmmh!"
The cross stood upright. As if through a fog, Jan saw his aunt taking the crane hook off. It was done. He was crucified.

 

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With two cousins on the cross (10)

I am crucified !, thought Jan. I am indeed crucified!
His body trembled uncontrollably. The pain was inexpressible. It almost took his breath away. For a while he hung very still, overwhelmed by the tremendous pain. He had not believed that it would hurt so badly.

He saw Aunt Julia pull out her little camera and start photographing all three of them.
Do not take pictures! he thought. Unmooring! Set me free! Aunt, let me down from the cross! I can not stand it! Impossible! That will not do!

He tried to say it aloud, but the gag silenced him. He could only utter a miserable hum. The impossible pain filled him completely. He began to squirm in agony. He shouted in his gag. He howled and screamed. He cried. He reared up. It was horrible. He never thought it would hurt so much.

Now he understood Amelie. He understood why his cousin was squirming so wildly on the cross. It was not enduring. Jan squirmed.
Downstairs, Aunt Julia stood and took pictures. She seemed to like what she saw. She looked at her nieces and nephew with pleasure.

"You are beautiful in your pain, you three," she said. "You should see yourselfes! I've never seen such a beautiful crucifixion group." She set the camera on a pew and switched it to movie mode. Now the camera filmed as the three writhed at the crosses.

Jan felt remorse. He regretted that he had himself let be nailed to the cross. It just hurted too much. He could not stand it. That was impossible.
Only that he could stand it very well. Because he had to! Weeping he writhed on the cross.

He barely noticed how the aunt put everything together, put on the backpack and left.

She's leaving! he thought in panic. She goes! She leaves us alone! We will be alone until tomorrow morning and not get away! Aunt, don't go! Come back! You have to free us!
He yelled into his gag to persuade the aunt to come back. But he managed only a low hum.

Oh god, that hurts! he thought.
The pain was unbearable.
And yet he endured it.
Jan squirmed. His naked body was covered with a thin film of sweat. He was trembling. He groaned in his gag.

At last he managed to keep still. He shifted part of his weight to his nailed feet. These found a good footing on the pedestal. Although the support platform was inclined downwards, but the nails held Jans feet well. He was able to brace himself and thus ease the cruel pull on his wrists.

Panting, he hung on the cross, a naked boy just over twenty years old, crucified. Whit nails!
My God, I really experience it, he thought. He felt the pain of nailing in his feet. He found this pain quite erotic, although it hurt a lot. He took the pain and managed to build up arousal. He managed to love this pain a little bit.

He could not manage the pain in his nailed wrists. That hurt too much to be erotic. And yet, Jan felt rising arousal.
He had wanted it. He had a burning desire to be nailed on the cross and now he experienced it. Jan cried in pain. He felt arousing. And he was thankful to experience it, in defiance of all torment.

He looked around for his cousins. The three crosses stood in the wide niche on the church wall in a semicircle. So he was able to watch Amelie and Saskia well. He looked at the bright, naked bodies on the crosses with pleasure. He had never seen anything better.

He watched Amelie writhing as she desperately tried to escape the agony that the crucifixion caused her. When she turned her face to him, he saw nothing but fear and remorse in her eyes. Amelie deeply regretted that she had let to be nailed herself.

Quite different Saskia. The girl mostly hung silently on the cross. She only worked a little. She danced slowly on the cross, trying, just like Jan, to pick up part of the weight of her body with her nailed feet.
In Saskia's eyes, the same torment was like in Amelie's eyes, but Saskia showed no remorse. She took the pain, Jan could see.

Sassi, oh Sassi!, he thought. See you tomorrow morning! We have to endure this tomorrow morning! When will someone come to prepare the Mass? At six o'clock? Rather later. The Mass starts at nine o'clock.
He slowly reared up to better support himself with his feet.
Nine o'clock! That meant that someone would enter the church about an hour before, maybe even half an hour before!

Until half past eight, he thought as he squirmed in agony. We were crucified at about ten o'clock. So we'll spend 10 hours on the cross! Ten hours!
That would be unbearable.

But they would endure it. They had to! Aunt Julia had told them how hard it would be. She had spent a whole day and night on the cross, constantly wishing to get away. Twenty-four hours!

Jan knew the night would be eternal. And he could do nothing but endure the unbearable. It seemed impossible. But the aunt had told them that it was possible. At some times she had been in a state of aroused ecstasy during her crucifixion and had enjoyed crucifying.

"You will manage that too," she had promised them. "You will see: it will be one great feeling sensation. Do not fight it. Accept it in humility and gratitude. Then you will feel joy and pleasure."

 

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Jan tried to enjoy his crucifixion. Was that even possible? He was in pain. He was trembling with pain. He was sweating with agony. That should be enjoyed?
But didn't he feel a deep gratitude of his aunt for allowing him to experience this?

I've always wanted it, he thought. I wanted it so much!
Now I can experience it. Yes! The pain is great. But the crucifixion is great! It's wonderful to be helpless nailed to a cross. That's nice! Even if it hurts very much. It is nice!

He studied the naked bodies of his cousins, their small firm breasts, their flat bellies, their slightly bent legs, their feet nailed to the footrests. Where the nails were in the feet, a thin trickle of blood flowed over the white skin to the toes. Jan remembered how Aunt Julia had told them that the nails were clogging the wounds. There would be amazingly little blood flow. "You need not be afraid to bleed," she had said.
What he saw aroused him. And it aroused him to be crucified with these beautiful girls. It hurted and it was good. He loved it.
Jan got an erection.

His penis turned up pointless. It was useless because he could not achieve salvation. He was so close to the two naked girls and so far away. They were inaccessible to him because he was nailed to the cross. Jan groaned. At that moment, he would have given anything to be close to Saskia, to take her. He would have liked it if she stood in front of the cross and masturbated him. He would have enjoyed being defenseless against her little rubbing hand.

She needs to use a ladder, he thought. I'm hanging much too high for her to reach me from the ground. My nailed feet would be at the level of her eyes. In order to get to my penis, she would have to climb a ladder. She could use the mobile rack that stands behind us in the niche - this little work platform. Oh Sassi! You are inaccessible for me. I'm helpless. I can not get salvation.

That, too, was part of the crucifixion. Jan was moaning on the cross. His cock stretched meaningless in the air. It was an additional torment imposed on him. Again and again he let his eyes wander over the naked bodies of his cousins. What he saw made him aroused. But Saskia and Amelie were inaccessible to him, though they were close to him.

Time passed. Jan did not know what time it was. He had lost all sense of time. It was night outside, and in the church the soft light of the ceiling lights was burning. He had no idea how long he had been on the cross. One hour? Or only halfway.
He listened to the suppressed gasps and sobs of Amelie and watched her writhe on the cross. Poor Amelia! For the girl it seemed to be particularly difficult.

An hour, he thought. We are crucified for at least an hour. Rather longer! It seems so long because the pain is so terrible. There are minutes to small eternities.
He floated between pleasure and pain. He would have pleaded for mercy had he not worn a gag that silenced him. At the same time, he loved being crucified.
Above him bells pealed. The bells rang midnight.

Madness! he thought. We're already hanging on the cross for two hours. It hurts so much that I did not feel the passing of time.
He writhed lazily on the cross.
It's like Aunt Julia promised us: it can be beautiful too! I have so much wanted it and now, where it takes place, I find it beautiful, in spite of all the anguish.

Jan was suffering. Jan was sweating. Jan shivered. Jan squirmed.
Jan was happy. He was happy that he was crucified. A dream had become reality. He looked over at Saskia. His cousin seemed to be like him. Only Amelie writhed on the cross in despair. She was unable to find anything pleasant to her crucifixion. Poor Amelia!

Suddenly he saw Amelie's eyes snap open. She reared up on the cross and began to humming frantically in her gag. "Mm! Mmm! Nn! Nnnnh!" As if she wanted to say something.

Jan perceived a movement in the corner of his eye. He looked. It was Aunt Julia. She wore only a light summer dress and walked barefoot.

That his aunt had come to the church without shoes, Jan astonished. He watched as Julia put her bare feet on the floor as she approached.
She does that upset! he thought. She has noticed that I am into feet, just as Saskia has noticed.

Amelie fidgeted frantically on the cross. She screamed nonstop in her gag: "Mmh! Mm! Nng! Mmb! Mmm!"
Jan could almost understand the words his cousin was trying to form: "Set me free, Aunt Julia! Please let me down! I can not stand it anymore! That's impossible! Aunt, please!"
He saw Amelie cry bitterly. Poor girl!

He knew the aunt would not release her. Not him and Saskia either. Jan was torn. He would have loved to beg his aunt for salvation, just like Amelie. He was really suffering.
But at the same time he was glad the gag prevented him from asking for his release.

A wild jumble of thoughts bubbled around in his head. He saw himself hanging on the cross in front of his inner eye without a gag. He heard in his mind how he and Amelie begged the aunt for mercy.
"It's enough, Aunt!" he heard himself shout. "We wanted to be crucified and you gave us this longing wish. Thanks a lot for this. But now we have two hours on the cross behind us and that's enough. It really hurts. Please let us down."

But how should that work? To pull the nails out of their hands and feet, it took special tools. He heard in his mind how Amelie suggested something else: "Call the police, Aunt Julia! You can call there anonymously. Tell them you heard something in St. Mary's Church. Then they come and we are released."

Aunt Julia was with them now. She stood barefoot in front of the three crosses where Jan and his cousins were writhing. Would the aunt release them if they were able to implore her?

 

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She will not release us, he thought. We have arranged that she may not let us down from the cross before the appointed time. She told us how she begged for salvation and how she still had to stay on the cross.

He saw himself hanging on the cross without a ballgag. He heard himself begging for mercy. He begged his aunt in tears to let him down. Whined. He humbled himself deeply. He was ashamed and yet he liked this humiliation. Especially because he knew he would plead for nothing.

Just imagining this scene in his mind made Jan aroused. But it could not be. He wore a gag that silenced him. He had to endure the torments of the crucifixion. He could not bring forth more than a miserable hum.
He hated the gag at the beginning of the crucifixion. Now he loved it because it mocked him in a cruel way. He had to endure it silently.

Down on the floor stood Aunt Julia and looked up at them. There was a telltale gleam in her eyes.
"How beautiful you three look!" she said. "I can see you are fine. You can stand it. That's nice."
She took out her digital 3-D holo cam and took a picture of it.

Amelie wriggled even more on her cross. She screamed one into her gag, in a futile attempt to make her aunt let her down from the cross.
Jan looked over at Saskia. She hung quiet and surrendered on the wood. The look she gave her aunt was filled with gratitude.

Me too, Jan thought. I'm also grateful.
As bad as it was, he felt the same gratitude as Saskia. He wished to be freed, but at the same time he was willing to endure the crucifixion even longer. The fact that he was forced to gave the whole thing the right spice.

He loved it. He loved to be nude nailed to a cross with his cousins in this church and to be helpless at the suffering caused by it. He got an erection.

The aunt turned the camera aside. She stood in front of Jan and looked up at him. She looked at him agreeably. What she got to see obviously pleased her.
"How beautiful you are," she said. "I have always wished to have a look at a young man on the cross. You have no idea how excitingly beautiful you are, helplessly stretched out on the cross. In Nails. Your naked body moves against your will. You wind with anguish. You're sweating. You suffer. You are beautiful."

She reached up to touch his erected cock.
Yes! thought Jan. Please, aunt! Touch me! Please do it!
But she did not get right up to him. He was hanging too high above the floor.
The frame! thought Jan. The mobile platform, aunt! She is behind us. You only need to get it. You're welcome!
He passed away with desire. He wanted his aunt to touch him.

Aunt Julia went between the crosses. Jan heard a paw.
Yes, she does!
The aunt pushed the mobile work platform in front of his cross. She only had a railing to hold on one side. She pushed the rack in front of Jan's Cross so that there was no disturbing railing between them and climbed up.

Then she stood in front of him and looked him up close.
She ran her hand over his chest. "I can see how hard it is to endure the crucifixion." She brought her face closer to his own. "It's unbearable, isn't it? You wish every second, it may be over. You could not imagine how overwhelming the pain would be. It hurts cruelly, right?"

She smiled at him. "It's arousing to look at you, Jan. The cross carries you. The cross holds you tight. The cross will not release you. The cross owns you. All your thoughts circle around the cross. You can not think of anything except being nailed to this cross and the cross let you suffer – mercilessly.
Mercilessly. You are completely without rights. Because you are nailed to a cross. The cross alone determines you. The cross forces your posture on you. The cross is forcing you incredible pain. The cross forces you to endure these torments, even though you are of the opinion that you could not bear it for a single minute longer. You bear it! Because the cross forces you.“

She looked deep into his eyes. "This is how a crucifixion feels, Jan! Total helplessness! Complete defenselessness! Absolute lawlessness! You no longer belong to yourself. You belong to the cross. You are at the mercy of the cross. You are nothing but a lawless slave of the cross.“

Yes, Jan thought. Yes, aunt. You're right. You are completely right.
"You are defenseless," said his aunt. Jan saw his cousins watching the aunt standing in front of him and talking to him. "You can not do anything, Jan! You are completely helpless."
The aunt took a half step back and pulled the summer dress over her head. She wore no underwear. She was stark naked. Jan realized that she was shaved in her lap.

She came closer and snuggled against his trembling body.
"How beautiful you are!" she said. "You are so beautiful in your pain! How you tremble! How you wind up! What an arousind sight!" She pressed closer to him. "I've always dreamed of having a boy who is nailed to a cross. Did you know that? Now you know."

Jan felt her warm soft cunt on his upturned dick. He could not hold on anymore. He tried to penetrate her. Although his hectic movements caused true pain in his nailed wrists and feet, he tried to invade his aunt.

He fidgeted a bit, then managed. With a groan he pushed his erected masculinity into her pleasure grotto.