Some contributions from early in "The Last Temptation of Christ"; these are depictions of an enormous amount of pain--more than we might hope to replicate in the scene I am proposing. (But we could possibly come close!)
The "scene" I'm proposing:
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/conversations/invitation-to-a-scene.25436/
It is a scene that appeals to me strongly because I imagine myself very well in the skin of this tortured man and I see myself in his place.
The pulling off of the loincloth is an exciting moment. I specify here that I am not at all homosexual but a straight man who loves women. Before continuing, I want you to know that I respect people who have a different sexual orientation than mine.
To come back to our subject, I also make a dissociation between the crucifixion and the life of Jesus. This terrible ordeal existed long before him.
I suppose that there was hardly, if at all, a woman doing the lowly work of an executioner, and that is why in my fantasies I am obliged to associate men with it. Guards, soldiers, centurions, executioners are men.
What I sublimate in my fantasy of crucifixion, among other things, is of course the ritual of torture.
To be captured (generally I imagine myself as a rebel, or even a debauched soldier), judged and sentenced to death, locked up in a cold and damp dungeon.
When the day comes, to be brought to the flogging post. My short tunic is taken away from me and all I have left is a small soiled cloth to hide my intimacy. For my part, the guards let him know about me during my flogging. I was whipped on my back and face, and the blood runs down my body, mixes with my perspiration, and adds to the stain on my loincloth.
Then, it is in this outfit that I am brought to the height of the "crux commissa" which is placed on the ground not far away, brutally nailed to it, in excruciating pain, my loincloth is then torn off and thrown to the ground, the cross erected with my nudity offered for all to see.
In spite of the pain I feel my sex hardening. As I love women, I like to add some who revel in the spectacle and, one of them, a secret admirer who wants to keep a souvenir of me, comes to bribe the guards and gives them a purse of sesterces (Roman currency).
The guards allow themselves to be corrupted and turn their eyes away. This woman approaches at the foot of my cross and looks at me with eyes full of love. I am much too high (and my sex too soiled) for her to give me a fellatio. On the other hand, with her hand, which she reaches upwards, she manages to masturbate me, slowly, to the rhythm of my contortions. This lasts a little while.
Comes the apogee where, my stiff tail ejects my ultimate semen that this woman collects by making me ejaculate on the fabric of my loincloth that she has appropriated and that she will preserve like a relic.
Here are the friends. A little long but I wanted to bring my stone to the building and nails to my cross. This little story is only a variation and my scenarios are diversified. I have many others that I will share with you and.... the pretty ladies of this forum if you wish.
The last little detail is important: when you look in the mouth of the crucified, his teeth have several fillings ! Strange and funny. Still good that one of the executioners did not leave his cell phone lying on the ground.