The idea is to write an open story with the following general plot:
There are some very rich people ready to pay a lot of money for attending to a real crucifixion. A Group is going to organize it for them and they use our Forum for recruiting people for the crosses; I am one of the members contacted.
I receive a personal message offering me one of the crosses and summoning me to show up in a place at a precise hour on a certain date. They know a lot about my craving and obsession for crucifixion.
For reasons that I will explain in the story, in spite of harboring strong doubts I accept and show up.
As you can imagine, there are many chances that I will end up crucified in front of a bunch of strangers. But I hope mine won’t be the only cross.
The Group organizing the crucifixion sends also messages to a certain number of members of the CruxForums. Several of them, men and women, would accept and we will be crucified together.
Perhaps some of you could be interested in reserving a cross for the event.
If so, I hope you could write your feelings and post them in the thread as the story develops.
I would like to explain also that if you have read other crux stories by me, you will find many similarities, even repeated paragraphs. It can’t be otherwise because I describe my main fantasy. The way I wish to be crucified.
But let me explain a couple of things first, before we start the story:
I will begin stating that since I can remember, the idea of being publicly nailed naked in a cross is incredibly exciting for me. Much more if I am crucified with other men and women and the audience is enjoying the show. I cannot understand why, but the fantasy is very strong.
And I discovered with some relief, many years ago, that other men and women share my fantasy.
Some of them have experienced some sort of crucifixion in real life. Some members, I believe, have had even narrow nails through their hands.
In my case, my only option has been to go to SM parlors. There, I have been tied several times to crosses made of metal tubing. They had a foot rest, so I never experienced the authentic pain of crucifixion.
My Mistresses would flog me and typically the sessions would finish with a hand job while still on the cross.
But one day, one of my mistresses went way out of the script. She was an attractive and generous young woman and she liked me. And perhaps got very excited herself, because after giving me a good whipping, she put a stool in front of the cross and removed the rests of my loincloth. She climbed up and impaled herself on my rock hard cock. She embraced my cross and me tightly and started to move slowly on my shaft while whispering in my ear how much excited she got seeing a man crucified for her pleasure.
She continued until both of us exploded in one of the most intense and powerful orgasms of my life.
It was absolutely incredible and I will never forget her.
This is my whole experience in crucifixion.
Excuse this digression, but back on my explanation, obviously nobody is crazy enough to take this fantasy of ours to the end: nails and death (or at least I don’t know of anyone asking to be crucified for real). We want to live, and the price for living our dream is too high.
But I must confess that if it were possible to be crucified for real, with nails piercing my wrists and feet, without dying or suffering permanent damage I will probably do it,
Especially if I knew that the public would enjoy my humiliation and pain. I would take the cross for the sexual pleasure of others. I know it’s crazy but I think I would do it and perhaps even get very aroused on my cross.
But as I said, crucifixion is death, and I want to live. We, thank God, are not crazy or pervert enough for that. We are capable of separating fantasy from reality. And I am, by no means, encouraging any unsafe practice,
Returning to the fantasy realm. Let me start the story.
What if…?:
