Lucas Soranus
Governor
I broke into the wrong house it seems. I thought I had done everything right, I was about to make my escape when I was caught. The lights blinded me as a whole battalion of officers was there, waiting for me.
“Breaking and entering I see,” said one of the officers. “That’s gonna cost you dearly.”
Saying nothing to them, I was cuffed and placed in the back of the car, a blindfold covering my eyes to hide where we were going. We drove off, with no indication to me where I was about to be taken. I was hoping this would be to prison, but it turns out that I was wrong.
As the car stopped, I was taken out of the car and escorted away, still unable to see what was going on. We eventually stop for a moment, where the officer removes my blindfold and cuffs before slamming the door behind me.
I am in a small room with no windows. To my right is another young man, about my age, blonde hair, blue eyes, fair pale skin, hands were chained above his head, feet shackled to a chain running the ground in front of us. He is completely naked. He has a fine physique and a fairly large cock.
Directly in front of us is a man, dressed in uniform staring at us, waiting it seems. Eventually, he spoke. “According to my records both of you were caught in the act of breaking into the house of a very powerful person, and have since been brought here for punishment. Is that correct?”
“Yes sir,” the other boy replied. I then say the same.
“You made a grave mistake, and thus are going to be punished harshly. You are to both be whipped here, before being escorted out of here where you will be publicly crucified for 10 hours.”
10 hours! I thought. That a long time to be crucified for. I had seen them from a distance before, but never had I witnessed one that long, and yet here I was about to experience it first hand.
“You there!” the man said directly at me. “Prepare yourself for whipping. Remove all your clothing.”
“All of it?” I ask. “Sir that seems a bit unnecessary.”
“Silence! You see the boy next to you? That should answer your question. Take your clothes off.”
The boy looks at me, almost telling me to shut up. Without saying another word, I remove all my clothing.
The man then comes up to me, placing my hands and feet into shackles, placing me in line with the other boy.
Without another word, the whipping then begins. Pain flows through, with each lash across my torso. Both of us let out screams of pain as it happens. I quickly lose count of the number of lashes, it was definitely far more than 39, possibly 100, 200, I cannot tell. All I know is the pain.
It eventually comes to a stop, as several officers enter through the door. The both of us are released from our shackles and brought out into the courtyard. There we have heavy crossbeams tied to our wrists. Before we are sent to march to where we are to be crucified, the guards tie a small loincloth around each of our waists. It doesn’t cover much, but it is something.
Before long, the gates in the courtyard open and the two of us are led out, forced to march as we carried the crossbeams to our final destination. We paraded through the streets with crowds gathered jeering at us as we passed. It went on for a long time, perhaps a mile, maybe more. Eventually, we reached the hill where we were to be crucified. It was a bit out of the way, but still quite publicly accessible. There stand two upright poles.
Here, the guards remove some of the additional rope used to secure the crossbeam for the march and taking the beams in hand, lift us up, placing them on top of the poles where they slot perfectly into place. Pain instantly shoots through my entire body. I attempt to place my feet on the upright in order to alleviate it but to no avail. The guards eventually take my ankles and bind them to the sides of the upright, leaving my knees slightly bent. At this point, the guards pull at my loincloth, removing it, leaving me completely naked for all to see.
Here I find no means to stop the pain. I must lift up to breathe, but then exhaustion sets in, forcing me to sink into a position where my breath is strained. This is how things will go for the entire duration of my time on the cross.
I look over to the boy next to me, he is similarly in place, making the same anguished looks as I am. It is done. We have been crucified, here to writhe in agony, as I ride the wood, completely naked, for the next 10 hours...
“Breaking and entering I see,” said one of the officers. “That’s gonna cost you dearly.”
Saying nothing to them, I was cuffed and placed in the back of the car, a blindfold covering my eyes to hide where we were going. We drove off, with no indication to me where I was about to be taken. I was hoping this would be to prison, but it turns out that I was wrong.
As the car stopped, I was taken out of the car and escorted away, still unable to see what was going on. We eventually stop for a moment, where the officer removes my blindfold and cuffs before slamming the door behind me.
I am in a small room with no windows. To my right is another young man, about my age, blonde hair, blue eyes, fair pale skin, hands were chained above his head, feet shackled to a chain running the ground in front of us. He is completely naked. He has a fine physique and a fairly large cock.
Directly in front of us is a man, dressed in uniform staring at us, waiting it seems. Eventually, he spoke. “According to my records both of you were caught in the act of breaking into the house of a very powerful person, and have since been brought here for punishment. Is that correct?”
“Yes sir,” the other boy replied. I then say the same.
“You made a grave mistake, and thus are going to be punished harshly. You are to both be whipped here, before being escorted out of here where you will be publicly crucified for 10 hours.”
10 hours! I thought. That a long time to be crucified for. I had seen them from a distance before, but never had I witnessed one that long, and yet here I was about to experience it first hand.
“You there!” the man said directly at me. “Prepare yourself for whipping. Remove all your clothing.”
“All of it?” I ask. “Sir that seems a bit unnecessary.”
“Silence! You see the boy next to you? That should answer your question. Take your clothes off.”
The boy looks at me, almost telling me to shut up. Without saying another word, I remove all my clothing.
The man then comes up to me, placing my hands and feet into shackles, placing me in line with the other boy.
Without another word, the whipping then begins. Pain flows through, with each lash across my torso. Both of us let out screams of pain as it happens. I quickly lose count of the number of lashes, it was definitely far more than 39, possibly 100, 200, I cannot tell. All I know is the pain.
It eventually comes to a stop, as several officers enter through the door. The both of us are released from our shackles and brought out into the courtyard. There we have heavy crossbeams tied to our wrists. Before we are sent to march to where we are to be crucified, the guards tie a small loincloth around each of our waists. It doesn’t cover much, but it is something.
Before long, the gates in the courtyard open and the two of us are led out, forced to march as we carried the crossbeams to our final destination. We paraded through the streets with crowds gathered jeering at us as we passed. It went on for a long time, perhaps a mile, maybe more. Eventually, we reached the hill where we were to be crucified. It was a bit out of the way, but still quite publicly accessible. There stand two upright poles.
Here, the guards remove some of the additional rope used to secure the crossbeam for the march and taking the beams in hand, lift us up, placing them on top of the poles where they slot perfectly into place. Pain instantly shoots through my entire body. I attempt to place my feet on the upright in order to alleviate it but to no avail. The guards eventually take my ankles and bind them to the sides of the upright, leaving my knees slightly bent. At this point, the guards pull at my loincloth, removing it, leaving me completely naked for all to see.
Here I find no means to stop the pain. I must lift up to breathe, but then exhaustion sets in, forcing me to sink into a position where my breath is strained. This is how things will go for the entire duration of my time on the cross.
I look over to the boy next to me, he is similarly in place, making the same anguished looks as I am. It is done. We have been crucified, here to writhe in agony, as I ride the wood, completely naked, for the next 10 hours...
