The convict had hung on the cross dirty and almost naked for a few long moments. The initial shock of being nailed by the hands and feet was wearing off, but he was still on the verge of losing consciousness. They saw the boy was about to pass out so the whip went in motion. A sudden whistle ripped through the heavy air and a new scream escaped from his throat. Stripes of red began to appear on his sweaty chest. The torment continued...
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His strong body squirmed desperately in increasing agony. His muscles flexed beneath the wet skin. Each movement made the peg rub against his anus, as if someone were fucking him constantly. Drenched in sweat, nailed by his arms and legs with great nails dripping blood from under them, his prick hard, stiff, moist with mucus – he hung impaled on a stake - suspended between the earth and the sky. The sky which didn't care that somewhere down there in the torment of the cross a young boy was dying. Splinters were stabbing his back as he soared desperately for every breath. As he descends, he was placing himself even harder on the seat. He could feel the heat slowly build up in his lower abdomen. His dick was throbbing in his torn pants. One of the soldiers noticed what was happening. - Our lad is about to cum! - The condemned's body stiffened, his face flushed with blood, but he couldn't come off. Then the guard crouched behind the cross and began to scratch the soles of convict's feet. It was enough: despite the pain in his arms and legs, a sudden impulse lifted him - and his cock shot out in a long, thick stream.
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