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Has the victim been crucified in the most popular way, the guard could easily lean the ladder to the patibulum and attach the titulus to the stipes.
The crucified criminal Cire is not looking as well as our model in this pic. Cire, sentenced legally by roman law, has to go through the complete roman code of practice for crucifiction. Leaving him now next to his partner in crime (sometimes sex) Andrea, and opposite to him tied to their crosses, the slave Daniela with her two male slave friends.
MY TITULUS
The men didn't mind that my trembling body was covered with blood and sweat, they "handled" me like I was some object.
Working hands grabbed me by my fixed arms, pushed and moved me as they pleased. Eventually held me by the chest, under the armpits, supported my head, thus of course, took me by my legs and hips.
It is so strange. Throughout that whole crucifixion the execution team advised what they expected from me.
As the Patibulum was mounted to the Stipes, and I stood on the Sedile one of them said:
"We'll place your right foot on top of your left, press your bottom heel against the stipes, and then nail your feet. Keeping you in place is still much easier for all of us, when you don't resist. Not bad if you'd watch what we do, so to be ready for the next following steps of your execution. We appreciate every hand."
I couldn't watch exactly as the nail went in. The man doing the nailing and the guards knelt down in front of me, to hold my legs and feet in place. I saw him raising the hammer, the nail in his left fist on my top foot, while many hands kept me in place. Then the hammer hit. The penetrating metal was sending waves of pain through my body, crushing through the bones. For some seconds I must have had a black out, combined with the uncontrolable urge to urinate and defecate, well aware that these blows are going to send me to hell. To my surprise the executioner left the nail stickin' out a few inches, not firmly fixing the feet.
Now that they have released my body, I can let myself sink onto the seat plug.
I wasn't able to see that much until now, just the men working on my body, holding my legs and head in place.
Good thing that the soldiers keep giving us that wine/vinegar mix. With the alcohol everything seems to happen in some sort of unreal distance to me.
You must understand that I always took good care of my body. I enjoyed receiving compliments concerning my shape. But here it's different, everybody can watch and is free to judge about me without any limitation. There is this emotion, triggered by the total loss of control. My state makes me feel abandoned amongst the present people. To understand that is sending shivers and shivers of fear combined with an arousing sensation down my spine.
My self-esteem got destroyed with the hammer blows, leaving my mind wondering. Now I wish I had a more impressing penis, to offer a more perfect image here, without the hint of a doubt concerning myself.
What are these people thinking as they watch me?
I sit, my arms are stretched. Pressure and incredible pain is building up in my torso, arms and wrists. Amazing, as I'm sitting on the peg, I can reduce the pain in my feet. Enabled to may watch the first time, what is going on at the Sessorium.
Interrupted and shocked I must realize, that I will have an erection. Totally ashamed do I try to prevent it, then hide it with an horribly hurting attempt by turning my sex a little away from the audience. Though learn to just let it happen, since there is obviously nothing I can do about it.
In front of me Andrea is held by a guard, standing still dressed in her sorry dirty rags. She is sucking the drink out of a sponge, some other soldier is offering her. Already assembled on the ground, the designated cross. A couple of steps to my left, those two male slaves are hanging. Opposite to me the female slave that was flogged prior to us, is crucified. The executioners have tied the arms of them behind the crossbars and left them the loincloth on. The female is wildly banging her head, twisting her body, shaking her tits, while swearing at me. I can't help it, this looks so funny. It's got to be hillariously entertaining to the folks here.
The Titulus above the females head is giving me some fast information about Daniela, and it's astonishingly matching to what I see.
Suddenly she, like probably everybody else here, is looking straight at me. In detail, straight at my penis. Being circumcised, the foreskin of my erected cock left my glans blank immediately. Noticing that, shudders of shame are again transported through my blood, veins and nerves. Looking to my right, I can see the people in the crowd watching me. The guards, soldiers and the guy that nailed me to the cross are standing focused, too.
Why is everybody checking me out like that?
I turn my head to the audience and scream:
"What else do you bastards want?"
Then directed to Daniela:
"Take a look at yourself, no wonder they kill you when you act like that."
Her sarcastic reply:
"Ha, ha. I was thinking that this is a waste. I'd have a good job for your penis, if it would only be possible."
This is bizarre and crazy, plus my neck starts to hurt terribly. To relax the neck muscles I raise my head to glance into the blue sky and lean forward. Damn, this creates an explosion of pain in my arms. No other choice, but to push myself up with the legs. For a short while I'll be able to stand and balance with this gruesome condition for my feet. Impossible to may hide the erected sex like that. Positiv though, that breathing is much better this way. Easy to forget the shame, and that I'm exhibited fully exposed in this unpleasant situation, as a blend of gravity and pain pulls me back to my seat.
Meanwhile the guards have prepared my Titulus. They are showing it to me. To the raw wooden plate they wrote with big letters "CIRE, SCELESTUS", and then underneath with smaller letters my crimes. One of the men is leaning a ladder to the Patibulum at my right arm, takes the Titulus and climbs up a few steps. Like all the condemned I'm hanging on eye level. I think he is using the ladder to be able to nail the Titulus as comfortable as possible.
"Stay like that on your seat Cire. Bow your head a little forward, then I can fix the Titulus behind your head. Why do you have an erection? Is it because you look at the tits of the slave opposite to you? That is understandable. More to see when we execute your partner. She'll be raised next to you."
I turn my eyes away from the guard that was placing the Titulus, to look at Andrea in front of me. She quit sucking that sponge, also watching what they do to me. After the flogging she could only cover her body sparsely. Plenty of torn skin is visible underneath the bloody, dirty rags.
I ask the guard that is standing on the ladder, fixing the Titulus:
"Can I get some more to drink?"
He answering:
"Not now. You have to wait until she is crucified. Then you can have some more".
He is stepping down and removes the ladder. The evil work is done. I'm crucified now. Besides my penis, my body is executed and my mind is still recognizing everything. A horrifying scenario.
I turn my head towards Andrea again.........
