My most recent crucifixion was 2 weeks ago, outdoors, hanging on the big cross for almost 45 minutes. It was a very hot day and there were flies and gnats buzzing around me and landing on my bare skin. Some of them seemed to be attracted to sweat and found their way to my underarms, chest and, of course, my penis and balls. I was helpless to do anything about the bugs and the small audience of men watching made no attempt to help me. As miserable as I was I found myself aroused by it, particularly when an annoying fly would crawl on a nipple, tickle my stretched navel or explore my dangling ball sack. Anyone who has experienced being crucified will tell you that it's impossible to maintain your composure and preserve any dignity when you are tied securely on the cross. One of the unfortunate consequences of being mounted on a cornu is often flatulence and loud, explosive farts and if you have a full bladder you will eventually lose control of it and piss while you hang there. You find yourself with an involuntary erection produced by the pressure of the cornu against the prostate and lose yourself in a climax. of torment and pleasure that is indescribable unless you have been there.