07 Style Japanese:
Arms tied over the beam, feet nailed both sides of a lower beam.
Support possible by a special seat with integrated butt tong!
(Sorry for the piss, I'm really not on that things, but right at the
moment of the shoot, my model had a urgent need...)
Survival time: 24 to 72 hours.
Death by exhaustion / collapse / venous thrombosis / thirst /
bacterial infection / sepsis.
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The heat and the humidity of made the condmened boy sweat as his patibulum was strapped into place across with leather bindings.
An attendant slave lifted the boys ball bag and tucked up his firm young penis into the posing pouch that was tied into place.
" There...
That will help keep you covered."
He smiled at the boy to show it was nothing personal.
"For a while, at least."
As the boy approached crucifixion hill he looked up with an expression of shock and terror. His penis had popped out of the side of his posing pouch and it wagged up and down. His circumcised mushroom glistened with sweat that ran down the tip.
The onlookers heart skipped a beat.
"Ti's such a waste. To crucify a youth of such fine proportions..."
A voyeur studied the condemned as he was directed toward the upright; fitted with a good sized fuck peg.
The youths cock wagged up and down, free from its captive pouch and one of his balls hung out the other side.
He squealed as the crucifixioners and raised him into standing position on the upright.
The condemned closed his eyes as he saw felt the pouched swiftly pulled away.
" Sorry you popped out on the march...
Try not to piss before they nail you.
It will soon be over.
Well not to soon of course..."
The slave that attended him gave him a quick jerk of the penis before placing a large bolus of hashish at the entrance to the slaves rectum.
Two soldiers lifted each of the boys legs up high as the slave pushed the bolus in, allowing time for the crucifee to take it as high into the rectum as possible.
" There...
Ti's a small mercy.
You have been granted the boon of being hanged in a swoon..."
The crucifee moaned slightly as he felt the base of the anal peg on which he squats enter him...
For a moment he feels pleasure,as the sun warms and soothes his lightly whip marked body.
But it is short lived as blinding pain sears up from his ankles that receive large spikes, smashed through with swift practised precision.
Up he goes writhing and screaming.
His body an open furnace of torment and blinding pain.
Pain that comes from pushing up on the tapered iron spikes that have pierced him like a skewered pork, the dull soft thud sounding very similar.
He collapses and sighs as he sinks down onto the squat peg that is in place.
It spreads his anal paps and dilates him as he sinks lower.
The hashish is pushed high into his rectum as he pisses a stream of clear liquid that sparkles like diamonds in the sun.
The crowd grow quiet at such a sight of perfect pornographic symetery.
He looks to one side, eyes glazed with the stoned condition that sedates him.
He moans at the bite of coarse rope that chafes his arms;
And his penis wags up and down with a life of its own as he squats lower.
The peg inside him has a series of bulbs.
Each one slightly larger than the last.
As he starts to move up and down the crowd watch as he frots in a slow motion parady of fucking.
The voyeur looks on and grows hard at such an indecently erotic spectacle.
The executioners wait for the next rebellious youth to arrive.
" I hear the next one is to be shaved..."
The fuck peg works its way higher . Designed by Sejanus, one of the most formidable crucifiers of the day; it touches and massages the youths postrate gland.
He starts to rock and scream in the agony of a crucifieds orgasm...
The next young rebel looks up to see what is waiting for him.
At the top of crucifixion hill and cries as the flick whip licks at his anus and urges him on...