carloscruz
Governor
An Unremarkable Crucifixion
Another of my recurrent shameful fantasies
A woman and I were following a soldier than didn´t even bothered to check if we were following.
Where else could we go but to the place of execution?
We had our hands tied at our backs; we were naked and had our tituli around the necks.
The woman was over sixty, but quite attractive still. And she was brave. I didn´t knew, nor care, what her crime was. The fact was that we were going to be crucified next to each other.
We knew we could do nothing to avoid our destiny, so we had somehow accepted it.
On our way, the people on the street insulted and mocked us. Some even whipped us with whatever they had at hand.
We kept walking. Others were supportive and tried to encourage us out of pity.
I was in panic. I didn´t want to die and was very afraid of the torture I was about to endure.
On the other hand, the situation excited my sick mind. The fact that I was being taken naked to be crucified, exposed in shame and the naked body of my female companion were giving me an erection. Ant this increased even more my humiliation and arousal.
In addition, I was afraid of totally losing my courage the moment the first nail pierced my writs.
The positive note was that the soldier had said to us before that, most probably, they would kill us when the night fell.
We arrived at the crossroads where we will die. Six poles were erected there for the executions. The spot had been chosen so the many passerby could see the condemned writhing on their crosses and get some amusement and example.
Three of them were already occupied and two men and a woman hanged nailed from the horizontal beam with their feet also nailed to the poles.
I stopped and contemplated in amazement, awe and terror the three naked bodies. Technically their death sentences had been executed. It was just a small detail that they were still able to look at you or talk among them or with us.
“Ah, Join us the view is good!” joked one of the crucified.
I couldn´t believe they had enough poise to taunt us and make jokes in such a circumstance!
“Don´t go away. We will join you in a moment!” answered my mate. Cristina according with her titulum. I had to admire her courage. However, it was the only thing we could do, probably. The soldier, the small group of people watching and even the other man and the woman already crucified smiled at the bizarre exchange.
Nobody was really paying much attention. It was an ordinary execution. One of many. But it was my execution.
Without much fuss we were soon nailed and up on our crosses.
The pain was terrible, but after a while, the naked bodies of my sisters on the cross, the fact that I was crucified and the stares of the audience, and even the other diying with me got my erection back.
We have a small sedile and we could rest our limbs and lungs in exchange from an acute pain in the crotch.
We just have to endure until dark came and the two soldiers would kill us, probably by spear, so they could go to a tavern.
It isn´t so bad, I reflected, we all have to die, the company is good and I am a stupid masochist and exhibitionist.
I tried to concentrate just in looking good on my cross for my audience…
Another of my recurrent shameful fantasies
A woman and I were following a soldier than didn´t even bothered to check if we were following.
Where else could we go but to the place of execution?
We had our hands tied at our backs; we were naked and had our tituli around the necks.
The woman was over sixty, but quite attractive still. And she was brave. I didn´t knew, nor care, what her crime was. The fact was that we were going to be crucified next to each other.
We knew we could do nothing to avoid our destiny, so we had somehow accepted it.
On our way, the people on the street insulted and mocked us. Some even whipped us with whatever they had at hand.
We kept walking. Others were supportive and tried to encourage us out of pity.
I was in panic. I didn´t want to die and was very afraid of the torture I was about to endure.
On the other hand, the situation excited my sick mind. The fact that I was being taken naked to be crucified, exposed in shame and the naked body of my female companion were giving me an erection. Ant this increased even more my humiliation and arousal.
In addition, I was afraid of totally losing my courage the moment the first nail pierced my writs.
The positive note was that the soldier had said to us before that, most probably, they would kill us when the night fell.
We arrived at the crossroads where we will die. Six poles were erected there for the executions. The spot had been chosen so the many passerby could see the condemned writhing on their crosses and get some amusement and example.
Three of them were already occupied and two men and a woman hanged nailed from the horizontal beam with their feet also nailed to the poles.
I stopped and contemplated in amazement, awe and terror the three naked bodies. Technically their death sentences had been executed. It was just a small detail that they were still able to look at you or talk among them or with us.
“Ah, Join us the view is good!” joked one of the crucified.
I couldn´t believe they had enough poise to taunt us and make jokes in such a circumstance!
“Don´t go away. We will join you in a moment!” answered my mate. Cristina according with her titulum. I had to admire her courage. However, it was the only thing we could do, probably. The soldier, the small group of people watching and even the other man and the woman already crucified smiled at the bizarre exchange.
Nobody was really paying much attention. It was an ordinary execution. One of many. But it was my execution.
Without much fuss we were soon nailed and up on our crosses.
The pain was terrible, but after a while, the naked bodies of my sisters on the cross, the fact that I was crucified and the stares of the audience, and even the other diying with me got my erection back.
We have a small sedile and we could rest our limbs and lungs in exchange from an acute pain in the crotch.
We just have to endure until dark came and the two soldiers would kill us, probably by spear, so they could go to a tavern.
It isn´t so bad, I reflected, we all have to die, the company is good and I am a stupid masochist and exhibitionist.
I tried to concentrate just in looking good on my cross for my audience…