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Ready for crucifixion
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Fox-on-Cross
Great-Cruxinquisitor
Now he looks up, later on we.
Nice pic Cruxslave. Where's it from and are there more?
frost
Assistant executioner
Spectacular photo, Cruxslave! Any more images of this fine young subject?
Like Fox-on-Cross, I'm eagerly anticipating the sight of him once the nails have been driven and the cross has been elevated. Gasping from pain and thirst and exhaustion; shoulders and chest pulled tight by the nails through the wrists; that tousled mop of hair now soaked with sweat and dripping into the eyes, which he can't even brush away; sweat glistening on sides and chest, and runnning down the stomach into the public hair; muscles in thighs and buttocks quivering and twitching as he desperately tries to find some position that'll relieve the throbbing in the wrists and the tearing cramping tension in the shoulders, but only manages to trigger new bolts of agony from the nails through the ankles.
But let's not go there too hastily. There are many moments to treasure before the cross is hoisted upright, and his bare body slides down the upright and his full weight drops onto the nails. For instance—
Once both wrists have been nailed in place, the executioners step back from the cross, offering an unobstructed view to all—to the spectators, to the condemned awaiting their own crucifixion, and to those who're already hanging from their crosses. The young man is lying on his back on his cross, unrestrained save for the nails through his wrists.
He's not lying there passively. When the time came to drive the second nail into the wood, his arms were pulled tight—as tight as a strong and experienced team of executioners could pull them. Now, even though they're not bearing his weight, his chest and arms are pulling hard against the nails and sending constant shocks of pain through his wrists.
The only hope for any kind of relief is for him to push his arms apart, trying to lessen the pressure on the nail wounds. To gain leverage for this, he presses his heels against the ground and arches his back as he tries to push his arms outward; then, finding his legs unbound, he bends his knees and pushes against the ground with his feet, raising his buttocks and lower back off the cross.
The spectators enjoy the play of muscles in that strong bare young body, and the agonized expression on his face. The condemned awaiting crucifixion are given yet another chance to anticipate the torment that's awaiting them. The young man has some time to experience the pain of the nails through his wrists, to imagine how much worse it will be when they're holding his weight, and to realize that he's still got two nails to go.
After about half a minute of this, the executioners move in again; one seizes each ankle and they tug them down the cross, where the man with the hammer and nails is waiting. But that's another post...
Like Fox-on-Cross, I'm eagerly anticipating the sight of him once the nails have been driven and the cross has been elevated. Gasping from pain and thirst and exhaustion; shoulders and chest pulled tight by the nails through the wrists; that tousled mop of hair now soaked with sweat and dripping into the eyes, which he can't even brush away; sweat glistening on sides and chest, and runnning down the stomach into the public hair; muscles in thighs and buttocks quivering and twitching as he desperately tries to find some position that'll relieve the throbbing in the wrists and the tearing cramping tension in the shoulders, but only manages to trigger new bolts of agony from the nails through the ankles.
But let's not go there too hastily. There are many moments to treasure before the cross is hoisted upright, and his bare body slides down the upright and his full weight drops onto the nails. For instance—
Once both wrists have been nailed in place, the executioners step back from the cross, offering an unobstructed view to all—to the spectators, to the condemned awaiting their own crucifixion, and to those who're already hanging from their crosses. The young man is lying on his back on his cross, unrestrained save for the nails through his wrists.
He's not lying there passively. When the time came to drive the second nail into the wood, his arms were pulled tight—as tight as a strong and experienced team of executioners could pull them. Now, even though they're not bearing his weight, his chest and arms are pulling hard against the nails and sending constant shocks of pain through his wrists.
The only hope for any kind of relief is for him to push his arms apart, trying to lessen the pressure on the nail wounds. To gain leverage for this, he presses his heels against the ground and arches his back as he tries to push his arms outward; then, finding his legs unbound, he bends his knees and pushes against the ground with his feet, raising his buttocks and lower back off the cross.
The spectators enjoy the play of muscles in that strong bare young body, and the agonized expression on his face. The condemned awaiting crucifixion are given yet another chance to anticipate the torment that's awaiting them. The young man has some time to experience the pain of the nails through his wrists, to imagine how much worse it will be when they're holding his weight, and to realize that he's still got two nails to go.
After about half a minute of this, the executioners move in again; one seizes each ankle and they tug them down the cross, where the man with the hammer and nails is waiting. But that's another post...
frost
Assistant executioner
While I firmly believe that strong slender young men should be totally naked for their crucifixion, I'm glad that they left the anklet in place. It draws my eye down that shapely leg and foot, leading to pleasant thoughts about the driving of the nails through the ankles, and about our boy trying to bear the pain as he pushes against those nails in a vain attempt to ease the agony in his wrists and shoulders.
cruxslave
Onlooker
Pic is form me...
frost
Assistant executioner
Can we hope that there'll be more—as in many, many more? If we've been really good, can we request poses?
frost
Assistant executioner
...He thrusts his heels against the ground, arching his back and raising his buttocks off the cross, pushing his arms outward as far as he can, trying to ease the pain of the nails pulling against his wrists. It seems to alleviate the pain very little; but if he relaxes his shoulders and lets his arms pull inward, he experiences new bursts of agony. Fearfully, he rolls his head to the right, looking down his arm to where the head of the nail projects from his wrist; he turns his head to the left, and finds himself looking up at the bare struggling body of the man whose crucifixion had preceded his own, and beside whom he would soon hang.
The executioners move in again. One seizes each ankle and they tug sharply, pulling his body down the cross and jerking his arms against the nails, eliciting a gasping moan that just avoids being a scream. They push his feet down to the ground and fling themselves down onto his legs, one man throwing his weight on each knee and another on each ankle.
The man on the right ankle seizes the foot and rotates it, pointing the toes inward and pushing the inside of the foot flat against the ground. The fifth executioner kneels beside them, positions a pencil-sized nail point-down on the side of the ankle, and gives it a tap with the hammer—barely hard enough to break the skin, but the young man now knows that the next blows are imminent, and where they will fall.
He frantically tries to pull his foot out from under the nail. Lying on his back, he has little leverage, and two strong and heavy men are holding each leg firmly in place. His struggles only yield further shocks of pain in his wrists as the jerking of his body tugs against the nails.
The executioner pauses for a moment longer, then brings the hammer down hard. The nail rips through skin and into bone. The young man gasps with agony, and reflexively tries to pull his arms and legs inward, which only ignites more pain in the nailed arms. The hammer falls on the nail again, and again. The blows do not come in quick succession, but with pauses of a second or two, so that the young man experiences them as separate and distinct bursts of pain. Each time, try as he might, his muscles contract and he tugs against the wrist nails again.
The executioners are on and around the knees and feet, concealing everything from the knees down; but the spectators, and the other condemned, have a clear view of everything above mid-thigh. Eagerly or fearfully, they watch as the muscles of arms and stomach and thighs tighten and twitch, and listen to the gasps and curses and pleas as each successive blow drives the nail deeper into bone.
After six or eight blows, the tip of the nail punches out through the skin on the inside of the ankle. Two more blows drive it further through, so it projects two fingers' width beyond the torn flesh. Now the man on the right ankle takes his weight off the fooot, allowing it to point upward again, so that the nail points horizontally toward the upright of the cross.
The man with the hammer shifts his position, then nods to his fellows. At his signal, they yank the legs down the cross, again tugging against the nails through the wrists and cruelly stretching the young man's shoulders. The man at the right ankle pulls particularly hard; his object is to get the tip of the nail to the lowest possible pilot hole in the upright. He only needs to hold it there for a second; then the hammer-man drives it home with two solid blows, fastening the ankle in place and fixing the body in that stretched position. More slow deliberate blows drive the nail further through bone and deeper into wood; and now each blow beats the inside of the ankle against the wood of the cross.
Half a dozen more blows finish the job. The young man's right ankle is now firmly fastened to the side of the cross. Repeated tugs have stretched his shoulders and torso to where he can no longer push his arms out far enough to take the pressure off the nails through his wrists. His foot has been nailed with his heel off the ground, so the entire weight of his leg is on the nail through the ankle. He tries to lessen that pain by holding his leg up with straining thigh and stomach muscles.
The executioners have moved away from his right side, and the spectators have a clear view of his bare body. His head is thrown back as far as the upright will allow. His face and body are running with sweat, and his hair is matted. His eyes are half-closed; his mouth is open, panting hoarsely from pain and dread. His shoulders are stretched tight, and the muscles in chest and shoulders work as he tries to find relief from the nails in the wrists. The muscles in his stomach and thighs tighten and quiver as he tries to take the weight of the leg off the nail through the right ankle. His penis lies in his sweat-soaked public hair, trembling a little from the convulsive movements of the muscles in his legs and abdomen. There is almost no blood: only a little oozing around the nails.
As he fights the agony, he realizes that he's going to have to go through this again with the left ankle, and that the experience can only be worse. He sobs with pain and terror, and the executioners move in to drive the last nail.
The executioners move in again. One seizes each ankle and they tug sharply, pulling his body down the cross and jerking his arms against the nails, eliciting a gasping moan that just avoids being a scream. They push his feet down to the ground and fling themselves down onto his legs, one man throwing his weight on each knee and another on each ankle.
The man on the right ankle seizes the foot and rotates it, pointing the toes inward and pushing the inside of the foot flat against the ground. The fifth executioner kneels beside them, positions a pencil-sized nail point-down on the side of the ankle, and gives it a tap with the hammer—barely hard enough to break the skin, but the young man now knows that the next blows are imminent, and where they will fall.
He frantically tries to pull his foot out from under the nail. Lying on his back, he has little leverage, and two strong and heavy men are holding each leg firmly in place. His struggles only yield further shocks of pain in his wrists as the jerking of his body tugs against the nails.
The executioner pauses for a moment longer, then brings the hammer down hard. The nail rips through skin and into bone. The young man gasps with agony, and reflexively tries to pull his arms and legs inward, which only ignites more pain in the nailed arms. The hammer falls on the nail again, and again. The blows do not come in quick succession, but with pauses of a second or two, so that the young man experiences them as separate and distinct bursts of pain. Each time, try as he might, his muscles contract and he tugs against the wrist nails again.
The executioners are on and around the knees and feet, concealing everything from the knees down; but the spectators, and the other condemned, have a clear view of everything above mid-thigh. Eagerly or fearfully, they watch as the muscles of arms and stomach and thighs tighten and twitch, and listen to the gasps and curses and pleas as each successive blow drives the nail deeper into bone.
After six or eight blows, the tip of the nail punches out through the skin on the inside of the ankle. Two more blows drive it further through, so it projects two fingers' width beyond the torn flesh. Now the man on the right ankle takes his weight off the fooot, allowing it to point upward again, so that the nail points horizontally toward the upright of the cross.
The man with the hammer shifts his position, then nods to his fellows. At his signal, they yank the legs down the cross, again tugging against the nails through the wrists and cruelly stretching the young man's shoulders. The man at the right ankle pulls particularly hard; his object is to get the tip of the nail to the lowest possible pilot hole in the upright. He only needs to hold it there for a second; then the hammer-man drives it home with two solid blows, fastening the ankle in place and fixing the body in that stretched position. More slow deliberate blows drive the nail further through bone and deeper into wood; and now each blow beats the inside of the ankle against the wood of the cross.
Half a dozen more blows finish the job. The young man's right ankle is now firmly fastened to the side of the cross. Repeated tugs have stretched his shoulders and torso to where he can no longer push his arms out far enough to take the pressure off the nails through his wrists. His foot has been nailed with his heel off the ground, so the entire weight of his leg is on the nail through the ankle. He tries to lessen that pain by holding his leg up with straining thigh and stomach muscles.
The executioners have moved away from his right side, and the spectators have a clear view of his bare body. His head is thrown back as far as the upright will allow. His face and body are running with sweat, and his hair is matted. His eyes are half-closed; his mouth is open, panting hoarsely from pain and dread. His shoulders are stretched tight, and the muscles in chest and shoulders work as he tries to find relief from the nails in the wrists. The muscles in his stomach and thighs tighten and quiver as he tries to take the weight of the leg off the nail through the right ankle. His penis lies in his sweat-soaked public hair, trembling a little from the convulsive movements of the muscles in his legs and abdomen. There is almost no blood: only a little oozing around the nails.
As he fights the agony, he realizes that he's going to have to go through this again with the left ankle, and that the experience can only be worse. He sobs with pain and terror, and the executioners move in to drive the last nail.
frost
Assistant executioner
Photos would be an excellent thing, and we owe Cruxslave a large debt of gratitude for providng us with such an excellent muse. But there's an advantage that purely verbal descriptions have over photos, too.
With a picture, we see the face and body and pose as they are. Unfortunately, they aren't always what we want. An example where I think Patrizio and I share tastes is tattoos. I was looking at the DreamBoyBondage website a few days ago, and saw a model whose face and body were just the kind I like, but whose torso bore a big tattoo that completely spoiled his looks. My mental Photoshop wasn't equal to the task of removing that tattoo, and I had to pass him over and move on.
There are lots of other things on which the preferences of various male-crux fans differ. Burly versus slim, hairy versus smooth, shaved pubes versus natural, erect versus flaccid, cut versus uncut... If a picture happens to agree with my tastes in all of these areas, it's wonderful. Otherwise, I have to try to ignore certain details, or live with a certain amount of discontent. At worst, I have to reject the picture altogether.
With a written description, the reader's got a lot more room to indulge his own tastes. One person reading a crux story might imagine the subject as a big hulking Marine with shaved pubes, whip-wheals all over his tattooed torso and thighs, and an erection the size of his forearm. Another reader of the same story might visualize a strong slim youth with a flaccid circumcised penis of normal human dimensions projecting from a natural crop of public hair, and with no tattoos or welts at all.
So let's keep looking for photos and drawings, and God bless the people who provide their own images, or who scour the Internet and bring their findings to us here. But let's not get so focused on visuals that we forget how much words can do...
cruxslave
Onlooker
What kind of poses would you like to see on the pictures?
frost
Assistant executioner
Thanks! What a great opportunity!
It looks like you've got enough space for some recumbent poses, and I'd like to see some representing the nailing. There are three points where the executioners can step away and let the spectators and the other condemned see the man on the cross: after the wrists have been nailed, with the legs free (or possibly with the ankles hobbled); after the first ankle has been nailed to the side of the cross; and after all four nails have been driven, just before the cross is elevated.
In all of these, we'd want the arms fully extended. You could crop the hands and wrists out of the photos, which would allow the subject to grasp something (e.g., loops of rope) to keep them stretched. It'd be good to get photos from the side, which would be the angle from which the spectators would see it. We'd want some shots that'd show the armpit, and others showing the shoulder muscles. (If the head is pointing north, we'd want photos from northwest and also from west-southwest.)
For the first point in the nailing (wrists nailed, legs free), I'd try for three different poses: body lying flat on the cross, legs lying slightly spread on either side; then heels pushing against the ground and back arched with knees unbent; then knees drawn up somewhat, with heels or feet pushing aginst the ground and lower back and buttocks lifted off the cross, so that the body slopes upward from the head to the knees.
With the first ankle nailed, that leg would be alongside the cross, with the inside of the ankle pressed against the upright. The other knee would probably be bent, with the foot pressed against the ground, since the subject's trying to lift the nailed leg slightly so that its weight isn't all on the nail wound. The muscles of the thighs and stomach are straining to hold the leg in this position.
The four-nails photo would be similar, except that both legs would be stretched along the upright, and both ankles pressed against it. The stomach and thigh muscles would have to work much harder, since there'd be no leverage.
cruxslave
Onlooker
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william23
Magistrate
Ditto!
