vulcan
Governor
Just a flogging all over and well done
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Crucified males
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I like everyone's crucified body
If you have more, I'm happy to see them - I like to see people's own crux efforts
Must be time I posted some more male crux
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Deserter (male Crux)
No, not someone who likes dessert!
I've been sitting on this one for a while, so time to post.
He was a soldier, then a runaway.
The Legions are not kind to deserters.
Now he will die here, slowly, while his former companions share every moment of his shame and agony.
No, not someone who likes dessert!
I've been sitting on this one for a while, so time to post.
He was a soldier, then a runaway.
The Legions are not kind to deserters.
Now he will die here, slowly, while his former companions share every moment of his shame and agony.
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Very nice Manip. I like it. Male crucifixions are underrepresented something here. This also applies to my CMCK. Shame on me.
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Excellent picture, but I really like the design of cross, saves all that remaking the hole, can position the victim high so s/he feels lonely or low to allow fondling or even rape, you can even simulate the drop into the hole if you want to by slackening the rope suddenly. What does Tree think about raising and lowering the patibulum during the crucifixion to give the victim a change of posture, would it help to prolong the agony so we get our money's worth?
RacingRodent
Consul
The Tessarius was looking smug, Caius thought to himself. As well he might. No one quite understood why Rafiunus Longinus had dodged over the wall rather than going on patrol with the Centurion but they all knew where they would find him. Longinus was a pretty fella, pretty enough for a praetorian they had joked in the Century. It was only a matter of time before one of the senior staffers in the Legion picked him up for their own personal bodyguard detail.
Still the silly bugger had to go and screw the Tessarius’s wife. Old Marcus Octus was obviously the best paid of the common men which is why he had the prettiest wife but he was a tight bastard thought Caius. Of course bringing up two brats cost money and the girl did not even have the dignity of being an official wife because the snobs that made the rules forbade the legionaries from marrying, so she was just a conca…concu…some snob word for nearly wife. A wife short on the means to support her family, which Longinus had made up.
So the old fart might look smug thinking he had disposed of the rival for time between his wife’s legs but Caius knew that she would not be so picky now. She still had to put bread on her children’s table and so would not care much where the money came from. Let the pass word keeper admire his stash in the Legion bank, they all died anyway and most before completing their service, Caius would take his fun while he could.
As for poor Longinus, well no more warm cunny for him. He would welcome the long night that was coming, well he would unless the tales were true and he was condemned to become a ghost for the rest of days but that was his look out. Caius would keep warm and keep alive and make damn sure he ended up on no cross. Silly bugger, Longinus but Caius could not help smiling at the thought of the Tessarius’s wife.
Thank you RR. Your story has inspired a response from me 
Fuck!
I've been in some hard situations, I've lugged heavy legionary kit all over the
known world, but fuck! Crucifixion is hard work.
It bloody hurts!
Why was I so stupid?
It just took a pretty face, curves in the right places, and an eager mouth, and I
was there! That woman was up for it too, she wanted something good and hard, a
man she could really get her thighs around. Not something as limp as a wet loaf.
That fat bastard Octus was never going to satisfy her, he was always going to
play the cuckold. Still, he's done for me.
Shit! This is not an easy job, dying on a cross. The nails bite, they grate on
bone, tear sinew. There is no respite, no way to avoid them. My weight is
either on wrists or feet, arms and legs fight to give me relief. I am pinned,
like I pinned that slut last night, I can still hear her scream as my thickness
filled her. Now my cock hangs useless, it won't see action like that again, just
an occasional obscene swelling as I struggle here on this wood. Maybe I will end
with a final effort, a final spurt of potential life in the face of death.
My former comrades will enjoy the spectacle. They always envied me my looks and
my easy way with women. Now they can laugh at my helplessness, joke about my
useless cock, wager with each other over how long I will last, or how soon I will
break down and scream in the face of this endless agony.
I can't take it much longer, my arms are near breaking point, my belly is tight
with stress. But the cross is unforgiving. I am fastened here until the point I
can no longer endure, and then beyond. It is patient. So patient. It can wait
forever, it doesn't hurt, its wood doesn't scream in horror at the torture it
suffers.
I have no escape. I can only endure.
I see her, over by the wall there. I see her looking at me. She sees the price
I paid for her cunt, her lips. Maybe she is secretly thrilled to see me like
this, dying for her, naked and exposed to the world.
I would spit my contempt, but my mouth is too dry.
I'd like to see her up here instead of me, her slim body stretched against the
sky. I'd like to see her gasping naked in the heat of the day, with the cohort
looking on. Her and that fat toad Octus. I'd like to see how well they can take
it up here.
Fuck! This really hurts!
Fuck!
I've been in some hard situations, I've lugged heavy legionary kit all over the
known world, but fuck! Crucifixion is hard work.
It bloody hurts!
Why was I so stupid?
It just took a pretty face, curves in the right places, and an eager mouth, and I
was there! That woman was up for it too, she wanted something good and hard, a
man she could really get her thighs around. Not something as limp as a wet loaf.
That fat bastard Octus was never going to satisfy her, he was always going to
play the cuckold. Still, he's done for me.
Shit! This is not an easy job, dying on a cross. The nails bite, they grate on
bone, tear sinew. There is no respite, no way to avoid them. My weight is
either on wrists or feet, arms and legs fight to give me relief. I am pinned,
like I pinned that slut last night, I can still hear her scream as my thickness
filled her. Now my cock hangs useless, it won't see action like that again, just
an occasional obscene swelling as I struggle here on this wood. Maybe I will end
with a final effort, a final spurt of potential life in the face of death.
My former comrades will enjoy the spectacle. They always envied me my looks and
my easy way with women. Now they can laugh at my helplessness, joke about my
useless cock, wager with each other over how long I will last, or how soon I will
break down and scream in the face of this endless agony.
I can't take it much longer, my arms are near breaking point, my belly is tight
with stress. But the cross is unforgiving. I am fastened here until the point I
can no longer endure, and then beyond. It is patient. So patient. It can wait
forever, it doesn't hurt, its wood doesn't scream in horror at the torture it
suffers.
I have no escape. I can only endure.
I see her, over by the wall there. I see her looking at me. She sees the price
I paid for her cunt, her lips. Maybe she is secretly thrilled to see me like
this, dying for her, naked and exposed to the world.
I would spit my contempt, but my mouth is too dry.
I'd like to see her up here instead of me, her slim body stretched against the
sky. I'd like to see her gasping naked in the heat of the day, with the cohort
looking on. Her and that fat toad Octus. I'd like to see how well they can take
it up here.
Fuck! This really hurts!
As she stood and watched him, Caelia felt a bead of moisture run down her thigh.
She sighed. 'Best fuck I've had in five years,' she reflected. 'Octus can't even get an erection, these days.'
She felt a bit responsible for Longinus' plight. She smiled as she remembered how she'd given him the come-on, and she'd known he was going to grab the first opportunity to get between her legs. She hadn't been even slightly surprised when he'd appeared.
'Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?'
'I'll go back on patrol if you like? Or my tongue can patrol your cunt... I'll pay?'
That was a no-brainer. The money had been nice, but the orgasm had been nicer.
An hour they'd had. Just an hour, before that bastard Caius had figured out where Longinus would be and caught them in flagrante delicto.
So now, as she watched Longinus struggling for breath as he fought his cross for a last few agonised moments of life, she felt some regret. Mainly that she wouldn't feel that exposed dick in her cunt again. Regret, but also relief that Octus hadn't had her crucified as well.
'What the hell?' she thought, 'Octus hasn't got the balls. And Caius isn't a bad looking guy, either.'
She smiled at him, her sky blue eyes meeting his.
Caius smiled back.
She sighed. 'Best fuck I've had in five years,' she reflected. 'Octus can't even get an erection, these days.'
She felt a bit responsible for Longinus' plight. She smiled as she remembered how she'd given him the come-on, and she'd known he was going to grab the first opportunity to get between her legs. She hadn't been even slightly surprised when he'd appeared.
'Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?'
'I'll go back on patrol if you like? Or my tongue can patrol your cunt... I'll pay?'
That was a no-brainer. The money had been nice, but the orgasm had been nicer.
An hour they'd had. Just an hour, before that bastard Caius had figured out where Longinus would be and caught them in flagrante delicto.
So now, as she watched Longinus struggling for breath as he fought his cross for a last few agonised moments of life, she felt some regret. Mainly that she wouldn't feel that exposed dick in her cunt again. Regret, but also relief that Octus hadn't had her crucified as well.
'What the hell?' she thought, 'Octus hasn't got the balls. And Caius isn't a bad looking guy, either.'
She smiled at him, her sky blue eyes meeting his.
Caius smiled back.
Longinus' body was not yet cold on the midden heap when Caius came calling. Caelia wasted no time on formalities, she was aching to get this man into her bed. If all things had been equal she'd have fucked him for free, but things weren't equal - she had mouths to feed - so she made sure she'd got his money before she led him to her bed.
She stripped slowly and enticingly for him. When she was nude she stepped forward to kiss him.
"Slut!" The back of his hand connected with her jaw.
Stunned, she flew backwards onto the bed. For a moment she thought that he just wanted to play it rough, but then Octus entered the room, accompanied by two legionaries.
She'd been caught in a sting.
"How dare you betray your loyal husband like this?" Octus was furious. "I gave you everything! Longinus didn't seduce you - you seduced him! Were you planning to work your way through the entire legion?"
She remained silent, fear in her eyes.
"To the cross with her!" Octus turned and left the room without sparing her a second glance.
She stripped slowly and enticingly for him. When she was nude she stepped forward to kiss him.
"Slut!" The back of his hand connected with her jaw.
Stunned, she flew backwards onto the bed. For a moment she thought that he just wanted to play it rough, but then Octus entered the room, accompanied by two legionaries.
She'd been caught in a sting.
"How dare you betray your loyal husband like this?" Octus was furious. "I gave you everything! Longinus didn't seduce you - you seduced him! Were you planning to work your way through the entire legion?"
She remained silent, fear in her eyes.
"To the cross with her!" Octus turned and left the room without sparing her a second glance.
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Hi all. I have attached three pretty feminate looking ones crucified nailed up to the crossbeam. Pretty skinny seeing all their ribs and hips fully displayed and brandishing skimpy little loincloths too. I can only imagine all those 1000s staying to watch out the crucifixion scenes with thieves etc looking like these amazing bodies twisting turning and thrusting about.
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[The third picture is what a beating jesus went through it must have been a brutal time wow James be good for a play QUOTE="james queen, post: 183193, member: 13973"]Hi all. I have attached three pretty feminate looking ones crucified nailed up to the crossbeam. Pretty skinny seeing all their ribs and hips fully displayed and brandishing skimpy little loincloths too. I can only imagine all those 1000s staying to watch out the crucifixion scenes with thieves etc looking like these amazing bodies twisting turning and thrusting about.[/QUOTE]
Brutal, humiliating. Erotic.
Sums it up Vulcan
Sums it up Vulcan
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Jack Staley
Magistrate
I posted a story Years ago inspired by some of those images above.
The state mandated change in the crucifixion procedure creates both an advantage and disadvantage for the executioners and death site vendors. The appointed govener being a lifelong bachelor creates certain advantages, for example time to concentrate on certain "details" of his responsibilities. Attendance at public executions has always been his preoccupation during off hours and now that he has assumed the duties of office can instigate changes at will. Crucifixions have often been disorderly and sloppy, death times will vary depending on positioning of the nails, as careless executioners often struck the arteries and veins, making death a very messy and overly quick affair. Plus, the attire of the crucified; somtimes a protective loin cloth, sometimes not, depending on the whim of the guard, or even the prisoner or family member providing a bribe.
This has changed now, as can be witnessed in images crucifixion preview #7 and #8; nudity is now mandatory, and careful nail placement to lessen excessive bleeding, the most common cause of premature death. The addition of the sedile to support the genetalia adds hours to the death time, and the position of ankle nails allows a bending of the knees, movement on the cross to avoid suffocation but at the same time not allow the prisoner to assume a "comfortable" streteched out position, always twisting, gasping, and groaning, as if performing a final death dance.
Death is now even more slow and agonizing, the execution time extended from the previous 4 to 8 hours to now the required 12; the executioners rewarded or in turn punished by meeting this goal. Problem is, 6 hours into the affair the crowd loses interest as the prisoner slows and weakens. As a result, the profits of the death site vendors dwindle.
The Governor has provided some innovations of his own to solve the problem. Notice images Crucifixion preview #9 and #10. Firstly demonstrate a state interrogation,familiarize the crowd with how information is extracted from rebels and undesirables. This red head on the "horse" will not die on the cross, though he may wish to. As can be seen no "appendage" is spared. More importantly his screams will re-ignite the crowds interest. Of primary interest here though is the introduction of the "crucifixion hobbling device" a personal invention of the Governor, based on his many crucifixion observations. 6 hours into the execution, as the first prisoner slows, the "next up" is introduced to the crowd, stripped naked and placed in the hobble. From here he is a afforded a view of the man being crucified, thus previewing his own manner of death and in turn giving the crowds a preview of who's to follow. The Governor has made sure that they have a "crowd pleaser"on hand, that the crowd sticks around.
This is indeed an ingenious device(images crucifixion preview#10 and #11). Again another change in procedure. Instead of the usual scourging, the crowds are invited to torment and torture this previewed one. For this the vendors have various devises available; any thing from sling shots and stones, torture utensils, to the actual scourging whip, leather strap with sea shells stones and all. This always fetches the highest price, but always some one will come forward. Notice how the hobble gives the prisoner maximal body exposure, nothing is protected. The lucky one who purchases the "whip" can instruct the guards to reposition the prisoner on the hobble, depending on his desire to scourge the back or front side, or as in most cases both.
Crowd control here is of course mandatory, the previewed one tortured maximally for audience enjoyment, but he is to die on the cross(and slowly), not the hobble. Genital torture is of course encouraged, but the prisoner must go up on the wood fully intact.
He shall mount the cross near dusk, but "fires" will light the scene, and in turn another one goes to the hobble; a continuous ongoing process.
Oh, and another final mandate: Women and children are no longer allowed, this must be an intimate and "manly" affair, crowd sympathy has been a problem in the past.
Kudos to the gov, he's off to a good start.
The state mandated change in the crucifixion procedure creates both an advantage and disadvantage for the executioners and death site vendors. The appointed govener being a lifelong bachelor creates certain advantages, for example time to concentrate on certain "details" of his responsibilities. Attendance at public executions has always been his preoccupation during off hours and now that he has assumed the duties of office can instigate changes at will. Crucifixions have often been disorderly and sloppy, death times will vary depending on positioning of the nails, as careless executioners often struck the arteries and veins, making death a very messy and overly quick affair. Plus, the attire of the crucified; somtimes a protective loin cloth, sometimes not, depending on the whim of the guard, or even the prisoner or family member providing a bribe.
This has changed now, as can be witnessed in images crucifixion preview #7 and #8; nudity is now mandatory, and careful nail placement to lessen excessive bleeding, the most common cause of premature death. The addition of the sedile to support the genetalia adds hours to the death time, and the position of ankle nails allows a bending of the knees, movement on the cross to avoid suffocation but at the same time not allow the prisoner to assume a "comfortable" streteched out position, always twisting, gasping, and groaning, as if performing a final death dance.
Death is now even more slow and agonizing, the execution time extended from the previous 4 to 8 hours to now the required 12; the executioners rewarded or in turn punished by meeting this goal. Problem is, 6 hours into the affair the crowd loses interest as the prisoner slows and weakens. As a result, the profits of the death site vendors dwindle.
The Governor has provided some innovations of his own to solve the problem. Notice images Crucifixion preview #9 and #10. Firstly demonstrate a state interrogation,familiarize the crowd with how information is extracted from rebels and undesirables. This red head on the "horse" will not die on the cross, though he may wish to. As can be seen no "appendage" is spared. More importantly his screams will re-ignite the crowds interest. Of primary interest here though is the introduction of the "crucifixion hobbling device" a personal invention of the Governor, based on his many crucifixion observations. 6 hours into the execution, as the first prisoner slows, the "next up" is introduced to the crowd, stripped naked and placed in the hobble. From here he is a afforded a view of the man being crucified, thus previewing his own manner of death and in turn giving the crowds a preview of who's to follow. The Governor has made sure that they have a "crowd pleaser"on hand, that the crowd sticks around.
This is indeed an ingenious device(images crucifixion preview#10 and #11). Again another change in procedure. Instead of the usual scourging, the crowds are invited to torment and torture this previewed one. For this the vendors have various devises available; any thing from sling shots and stones, torture utensils, to the actual scourging whip, leather strap with sea shells stones and all. This always fetches the highest price, but always some one will come forward. Notice how the hobble gives the prisoner maximal body exposure, nothing is protected. The lucky one who purchases the "whip" can instruct the guards to reposition the prisoner on the hobble, depending on his desire to scourge the back or front side, or as in most cases both.
Crowd control here is of course mandatory, the previewed one tortured maximally for audience enjoyment, but he is to die on the cross(and slowly), not the hobble. Genital torture is of course encouraged, but the prisoner must go up on the wood fully intact.
He shall mount the cross near dusk, but "fires" will light the scene, and in turn another one goes to the hobble; a continuous ongoing process.
Oh, and another final mandate: Women and children are no longer allowed, this must be an intimate and "manly" affair, crowd sympathy has been a problem in the past.
Kudos to the gov, he's off to a good start.
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BondageBoy
Magistrate
Crucifixion collage...
