'A DAY AT THE GAMES': ROMAN EXECUTIONS

ROMAN EXECUTIONS

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Roman Crucifixions

The ancient Romans executed enemies and criminals in a number of gruesome ways.
The Romans always considered that the punishment should fit the crime' - and so arsonists were burned to death, those who stole food were disembowelled, thieves who stole precious metal objects had molten metal poured down their throat, and thieves had various arms and legs cut off, while spies had their eyes put out with red hot irons, ears cut off, and tongues cut out
Those who committed sexual crimes were anally impaled and castrated, losing both testicles and penis.

The most well known form of Roman execution was crucifixion.

The practice of crucifixion probably originates with the Persians. Alexander the Great and his military officers probably brought it back from the Mediterranean, most likely from Egypt and Carthage. The Romans took it from there, learning the method from the Carthaginians, and then improving upon it.

Without question, at the height of the Roman Empire it was practised with a high degree of efficiency, and was used often to execute enemies of Rome, as well as slaves and other non-citizens.

During the third Servile War (Servile Wars 135-71 B.C.) the Romans executed six thousand slaves, all simultaneously, along the whole length of the Appian Way from Capua to Rome.

Crucifixion was a part of the Roman culture and was the preferred method of execution for their enemies, and several Roman authors even wrote about it, including Cicero, Livy, and Tacitys.

Crucifixion is a torturous, drawn out and very slow death, and the techniques used to affix him to his cross, that death could be up to several days in coming.

As practised, it was also almost invariably a very painful and a very humiliating death. For a man to scream and beg and cry out for mercy was considered extremely demeaning.

I Roman times men were supposed to die with honour, bravely, and preferably in battle or at least fighting, with their heads held high even as they were speared or beheaded or even hanged. But men being crucified almost never died with honour. In fact, some didn't even die as men.

There is historical evidence that indicates that most men that were executed on the cross were stripped naked, and were exposed to large crowds and were invariably crucified at a spot where they were sure to be widely seen.

In fact, naked crucifixions were the norm.

Of course, humiliation and a degrading death were part of the method.

It was a death to be feared, and it was considered so demeaning and so humiliating that in ancient Rome it was forbidden to crucify a citizen. No Roman citizen could be crucified, under any circumstance, or for any reason, regardless of what his crime was. That alone indicates how heinous a death it was considered to be.

Once the man was sentenced, he was doomed and there was no reprieve and no hope.

The crosses used for execution were usually in two pieces, although sometimes individuals were crucified on trees, and there were enough variations that it is hard to be specific about a particular norm.

Usually, the crosses were in two parts. The vertical posts, called "stipes" were usually permanently mounted into the ground, Contrary to many artists portrayals, usually these posts were not very tall, because as long as the man being crucified couldn't touch the ground with his feet then the lower he was the easier people could taunt him and watch his misery.

The man being executed was often made to carry the heavy cross piece, usually on his back, with his two wrists tied out along the beam, so that he couldn't put it down or drop it.

He was then made to walk, almost certainly naked, through the town or city, to his place of execution. If he stopped or faltered then he was beaten or whipped to keep him going.

This cross piece was called the "patibulum" and it could be mounted to the vertical post either at the very top, forming a "T" shaped cross, or into a grove, in what we today would think of as a more classic cross. Other cross designs were used however, and some men were even crucified to trees when it was more convenient to do so.

The Romans used various methods to affix the condemned man to the cross. Certainly, many were probably just tied in place, their wrists bound to the patibulum and their ankles similarly tied to the stipe.

However, for the worst offenders, crude nails were used. These metal spikes were an especially cruel method and perhaps that's why the Romans favoured them.

The only recovered skeleton of a man that was actually crucified still has a crucifixion spike driven through its right ankle, with its leg bones broken. The recovered artefact also shows a smaller flat piece of wood under the head of the nail, invariable to insure that the man couldn't pull his tissue through to free himself, regardless of how hard he struggled.

Without question though, many were nailed to cross, with the spike going between the two major long bones of the arm right where they attach to the wrist.

Some men were only secured by their wrists, and they were just allowed to hang from their arms until they expired. However, the death process would occur much faster when that method was used, and since this usually wasn’t desired almost always the feet were also attached to the upright post. This would stretch out the execution, and prolong the man's suffering immensely.

Normally the feet were also nailed to the upright post.

There are several methods that appear to have been used. Based on the archaeological finds, two nails were at least sometimes used, one for each foot, and the man's legs were nailed to the sides of the upright beam, with one spike driven sideways straight through each one of his heels.

The only recovered skeleton of a crucified man was nailed in this manner, as there is a six inch spike still embedded in one heel bone and part of the wood cross is still attached.

Another method appears to have been to use a single, longer nail, and then driving it straight through one foot that was placed and held on top of the other. That long nail was then driven straight down through the top of the feet and into the upright post underneath.

The amount of flex that was allowed in the legs was all important, and was the single most important item that would determine the length of suffering the condemned would have.

If the legs were bent in such a manner that victim could fully straighten them, locking his knees, then he could stand and take the weight off of the wrists more easily, alleviating much of the suffering that would otherwise be caused.

However, if the legs were nailed with a twist, or the feet were bent downward with the toes pointing at the ground, then it would prevent the man from rising up to the point he could lock his knees.

The victim could still lift himself, but only with his muscles, and he would have to strain to hold himself upward to take the pressure from his arms and the nerves punctured by the nails.

Of course, that was desired, and research indicates that the Romans usually did it that way. By pointing the toes downward and nailing the man's feet through the top and then through the arches, attaching them securely to the post, it would be impossible for the crucified man to lock his knees.

The same thing could be accomplished by folding his legs slightly backwards, with bent knees, before nailing them individually at the ankles. Either way would ensure a long torturous death.

Of course, hanging from these nails, and onto his median nerve, would be an indescribable torment that would have no end. The more weight the man put on his wrists, the more pain he endured. Hoisted up, and hanging that way, the condemned was now "crucified."

After that, his dance of death would commence, to the delight of those watching, and it would go on and on for many hours, and for some, even days. As the victim would sag down, and put more weight on the nails in his wrists, the pain would become unbearable, and he would pushe himself upward, by placing his weight on the nail or nails that have been driven through his feet.

So, up and down the victim would move. Up and down, dancing the death dance that all crucified men danced. They did not hang quietly, and they did not stay still. In fact, there is some indicators that when they were first placed on their cross most men struggled fiercely, jerking and thrashing as they fought to find some position to alleviate the terrible pain that consumed them.

Of course, there was no position at all that offered relief, but they would thrash and jerk and try to find it anyway. The pain was too much to comprehend, and while they had the strength the screams would come as they jerked and fought with every muscle. And of course, being naked, they would make quite a spectacle.

The mechanism of death that occurs during crucifixion is slow in coming, but it is relentless and in the end it is always lethal. leaving him in deep, driving pain, that has no bounds and with no relief in sight.

If there was a need to have the man dead by a certain deadline, or because of an upcoming religious holiday, then breaking the man's legs was a sure way to make it happen. Of course, that wasn't normally desired, and the longer the criminal suffered and more miserable his death was for those watching, the better was the deterrent value.

There was one final variable that the Romans added, and it was called the "sedile."

Sediles were not used on all crucified criminals, but they were definitely used and their use is documented in some sources.

The sedile was a seat of sorts, that allowed the condemned man to take some of the weight off of his shoulders and arms, which drew out the death process and prolonged his suffering. Using a sedile could more than double the time it would take for the man to die.

Probably the most common sedile was a simple rod, or plank, that jutted straight out of the upright post and went between his legs. It wasn’t supposed to be comfortable. The condemned man could sit down on it, to a degree, sharing the load on the nailed feet. Certainly, it would crush his genitals as he did so, but that only added to his humiliation.

To increase the suffering of the condemned, sometimes the sedile was made out of a flat piece of wood, that had been sharpened to a fine edge and there is some evidence that some sediles were even made of a triangular shaped piece of iron. We can only imagine the pain and the damage that would have been caused if a man collapsed downward onto such a seat, slamming his naked genitals into the sharpened piece of wood or metallic bar that was jutting out between his legs and it is quite possible that a few prisoners crucified in that matter probably slowly castrated themselves as they struggled.

There is no documentation to support that however, although there is documentation on a different type of sedile, that was definitely used when it was deemed important to increase the humiliation of the man being crucified.

When that was desired, a different, more sinister and certainly more humiliating type of sedile was used.

Instead of a plank or post that went between the legs, a fairly stout rod, with a large bulbous end, was used, made of wood or metal, that was positioned into the condemned man's rectum so that he was seated onto it, and it inside of him.

This type of sedile carried a greater portion of his weight, which would significantly prolong his suffering.

It was also totally humiliating for a man to be impaled on such a seat, and there is little doubt that sexually it was stimulating, creating an even greater and more demeaning death for the condemned.

When his arms became so fatigued that he allowed himself to relax and fall downward, the sedile rod would go deep in his anus, literally buggering him in a very real and embarrassing way.

As it pushed deep inside of him, taking his weight, it would literally push all the way into his prostate. Of course, hanging down that far, the pain would then shoot through his wrists, and he would feel the need to use his thigh muscles and his arms and pull himself upward, lifting himself and in so doing pulling the rod upward within his rectum. Up and down he would struggle, all the time moving himself up and down over the rod in his anus. It would be impaling him, and in a way it would be almost like it was moving too, up and down inside of him, literally raping him.

For the man being crucified in front of men and women and children, this had to be without doubt the most demeaning and most humiliating punishment possible.

And, as a result of buggering himself on the sedile, the criminal almost invariable had an erection, and there are some historic paintings where there are erections on men being crucified.

One can only speculate how many times a crucified slave might ejaculate in front of the crowd, as he jerked and twisted and struggled up and down on the sedile.

If the crucified man had committed a sexual offence, then once he had ejaculated a number of times, the executioners would often castrate the man – usually removing his penis first, and then his testicles.

The testicles would be hung round the dying man's neck on a cord, and the penis, often still in a state of erection, would be inserted into his mouth.

A small sign was almost always placed above the man so that anyone seeing him would know what he had done and see the consequences of his actions.

A crucified man's death is slow in coming, creeping upon him, making him feel every bit of misery and pain and humiliation right up to the very end.

Finally, his muscles can take no more, and he rises up less and less. He can't breath, but tries to anyway, struggling and gasping and in a panic as his heart races and he feels himself suffocating. His muscles ripple and quiver as he tries to find the strength to lift himself and to take another breath. Fluid may begin to fill his lungs. He knows its happening too, and he fights it, fights it but there is nothing left within him to fight it with. So, with open eyes and the agony of a man who cannot breathe and who has no muscles left to lift himself again, slowly death comes to him.

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'PREPARATIONS for a CRUCIFIXION'

The condemned slave is stripped completely naked and laid out on the ground in front of the upright of the cross where he will be crucified.

Condemned to be crucified for sexual crimes, the young lad is to suffer the ultimate punishment of being impaled and castrated while he hangs on the cross.

He has already been raped by each of the five young executioners and, before being nailed to the crosspiece, the struggling boy is roughly impaled through his anus by the wooden sedile.

He instantly gets a massive erection, and as he struggles with his executioners he becomes so aroused that he squirts his 'boy-seed' over the grass.

This, of course, is just the first of a number of humiliating ejaculations that he will experience before his penis and testicles are sliced off, and he is left to bleed to death as he writhes, sexless and squealing.

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'NAKED CRUCIFIED SLAVE BOY'

Stripped completely naked, the young slave is to suffer the ultimate punishment of being impaled and castrated while he hangs on the cross.

He has already been raped by his executioners and, the struggling boy has been impaled through his tight little anus by a large wooden sedile.

He instantly gets a massive erection, and starts dribbling 'pre-cum'.

In order to prolong the boy's suffering and humiliation, he is given a stimulant, combined with an aphrodisiac.

The result is that the young lad gets uncontrollably and obscenely excited, and violently jerks himself up and down on the wooden sedile, fucking himself senseless.
All he wants to do is 'cum', and very quickly post in his arse-hole stimulates his prostate, and he starts splattering the grass beneath the cross with his thick, sticky 'spunk'.

After an hour or so, when he has eventually fucked himself 'dry', his dribbling, jerking penis, which is still massively erect, is sliced off and stuffed into his mouth.

A heavy weight is then attached to his scrotal sack and, as he squeals in agony and begs for mercy, his balls are very slowly ripped from his bloody groin.

The severed 'ball-sack' is then threaded with a leather thong and tied round his neck.

Shortly after his total castration, the squirming, naked lad dies from loss of blood.

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'RAPE BEFORE A CRUCIFIXION'

'NAKED SLAVE BOYS RAPED BEFORE A CRUCIFIXION'

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LVDI HONOREM PRO GALBA

Naked Slave-boy Raped and 'killed'

The only 'tableau' that Gracchus could suggested to Marcus and Petronius was a reference to Galbas' activities in 'Germania'.

Fortunately, Terentius, when in Ostia, had bought a handsome little slave-boy with a somewhat Germanic look.

This lad was used to represent 'Germania', and one of Gracchus' most muscular, but not particularly 'bright' 'worker-slaves' was dragooned into representing Gracchus' Legionaries in 'Germania', suitably naked.

The Germanic looking boy, also naked, was chained up in the arena, between two somewhat 'phallic' looking, short stone pillars, set firmly into the new, renovated wooden floor of the arena.

The action of the tableau consisted of the slave, who was representing the Roman legions, first of all forcing his very large, erect penis into the chained boy's mouth.

The muscular slave then took the slave-boy from behind, and subjected him to anal rape.

Having fucked the boy roughly, with the lad acting suitably distressed at apparently being forcibly raped, and the boy becoming nicely aroused, and erect, as his rectum got stuffed full of the older slave's huge penis, the muscular slave was then required to kill the 'horny' boy, by slitting his throat.

Petronius, however, wanted to use the boy (who had been an expensive purchase) on some future occasion, and so the lad was grasped by the neck, by the muscular slave (who was secreting a bladder of pig's blood in that same hand), while he made a show of dragging the blunted blade across the struggling slave-boy's neck.

The bladder was squeezed, and 'fresh' pigs' blood gushed, the boy collapsed, grunting and writhing, and the muscular slave rose, waving his blade in triumph.

The simulated death went off perfectly, and the supposedly dead, but still erect, 'Germanic' slave-boy was dragged naked from the arena - to live, and probably die, another day.

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Naked Slave Disemboweled and Castrated by an Eagle

Another tableaux was a mythological subject that Petronius had been eacher to stage.

The theme of the tableaux was 'Prometheus'.

In the Greek version of the legend Prometheus was supposed to have stolen fire from the Gods to give to mankind.

Zeus then decided to punish Prometheus.

Prometheus was chained to a mountain peak in the Caucasus, and an eagle, came and devoured Prometheus' liver each day,although the liver regrew every night.

This torture, therefore, went on endlessly.

So an artificial mountain peak built, (just a 'rock' really), with concealed wheels, so that it could be easily maneuvered into the arena.

A small painted backcloth, representing the sky was placed behind the 'rock' (obscuring some of the action - but only for those in the stands reserved for the 'plebs'.

A young slave, who already had his belly slit open - but only very slightly disembowelled, with just a little of his guts pulled out, was then chained to the 'rock'.

Then one of Gracchus' eagles was deftly attached to the 'rock', next to the chained, naked boy.

The eagle, used at the beginning of the tableau, had been deprived of food for some time, and being ravenous, quickly started making a meal of screaming young 'Prometheus'.

The audience were surprisingly quiet as they watched the bizarre scene, possibly worried about frightening the huge bird away, not realizing that it was securely tethered, - just a securely as the unfortunate boy.

To begin with, the hungry bird started pulling the naked boy's guts out of the slit in his belly.

"Shit !... My fuckin' guts !......", the naked boy screamed, much to the amusement of the 'plebs'.

Having gobbled down some of the young lad's guts, the inquisitive bird started pecking at the naked boy's penis and testicles.

Almost immediately the lad, who had managed eventually to control his screams, started groaning pathetically as his cock got stiff and hard, as a result of the attention the bird was giving to his genitals

Soon, however, groans were interspersed by grunts, and loud cries of "Fuck !.. Oh fuck !... My balls !", when the brainless bird pecked hard at the squirming boy's hefty, bulging balls.

Eventually the bird was satiated, and in the brief pause, 'Prometheus' unable to control his full bladder any longer, pissed himself, spraying urine over the rock, as blood trickled out of the now gaping wound in his belly.

At this point the foolish boy thought it was all over, and he would be quickly dispatched by having his throat cut.

He was wrong, however.

He was relieved to see an arena slave, wearing a thick leather gauntlet come to retrieve the bird, but horrified to see a second arena slave, carrying and equally large bird into the arena.

"No !..Please !..... No more !......", he cried out to the Editor's Box, where Gracchus, Marcus and Petronius were watching him.

They, however, were very pleased at the result of this unusual tableau, and Petronius was particularly gratified to see that all his work and planning was producing the intended result.

The second bird was attached to the rock, in the same position as the previous bird.

With the condemned boy's genitals now covered in blood, the eagle saw the twitching, jerking object - the naked boy's cock - as an 'tasty morsel', and began attacking first the boy's stiff prick, and then his balls.

"Shit !... My bollocks !.....", the writhing boy squealed.

"It's eating my fuckin' bollocks !....", the boy screamed, - and the 'plebs, of course, were loving every minute of the boy's torture.

Squealing and squirming, the naked lad was quickly completely emasculated by the ravenous bird.

The vicious raptor then thrust its razor sharp beak into the screaming lad's gaping belly, ripping out more of the boy's bloody steaming guts.

Eventually the bird was satiated, and as the tableau had already lasted some considerable time, Petronius gave the signal for the tableau to be removed.

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Naked Disemboweled Slave-boy Impaled

Later, however, an iron gibbet was set up in the arena, and the naked boy, who had been who had been disemboweled and emasculated by the two eagles, being found to be still alive, was then hung by his feet and wrists, and impaled through his anus on a projecting iron spike.

Screaming for mercy, the poor boy was then left to squirm until he was dead.

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Naked Slave-Boy Hung and Castrated

Castration, or more commonly emasculation (removal not only if the scrotum and testicles, but also the penis), was a common punishment for slave condemned for sexual crimes.

These punishments were particularly popular with the 'plebs'.

Of course, castration and emasculation were not immediately fatal, although eventually the victim would bleed to death.

Such a punishment was usually part of a crucifixion or an impaling (crucifixion and impaling often being combined).

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The Games in Honor of the Accession of Vespasian
Amphitheatro Gracchi - Baiae - January 70 Ad

Double Execution and Emasculation

Gracchus was particularly interested to know why two boys were being crucified together, on two linked frames.

Petronius explained, as decorously as he could, that the boys were runaway slaves from Ercolano (now known as Herculaneum), who had taken the opportunty to kidnap a freeborn girl from her home, and take her to a deserted beach.

'There, Dominus, they had sexual relations with her, raping her both ends - mouth and, may I say without offending you, anus, taking it in turns to perform both acts simultaneously. They then left the girl for dead. Her kinsmen found her, and from her description, the two boys were quickly found, and sentenced to death in the arena."

Petronius, blushing and stammering, was obviously embarrased to be talking about a girl in such a way.

'And the girl ?, Gracchus asked, looking concerned.

'Did she survive ?'.

'Yes.", Petronius replied, "but it will now be difficult to find a husband for her, as this crime is now common knowledge."

"And the boys now - they are to be emasculated ?"

"Yes Dominus, and very slowly !".

"Good !", Gracchus replied fiercely.

"And then I want them completely disembowelled - also very slowly !"

And that is what happened to the unlucky lads.

First the arena slaves cut off the penis of each boy.

Each boy's' penis was unnaturally erect, because of the ropes tightly binding the cock-root, and when they were severed there was a gush of blood, which sprayed over each boys' belly, and onto the sand.

Both boy's begged not to have their balls cut off, (rather pointless, as neither boy had a penis), but once each boys' cock-root had stopped forcefully spraying blood, each boy's swollen ball-sack was sliced open, the testicles removed and cut away, and then the empty sack was cut away - leaving both boys completely sexless.

The dark-haired boy had a pubic bush, and that was burned off.

By that stage each squealing boy was pissing from his bloody cock-stump, and uncontrollably shitting himself.

The boys were then slit open from pubic bone to sternum, and their guts were allowed to slide and flop out onto the sand.

A little later, after writhing and screaming obscenely, both boys lost consciousness, through loss of blood, and shortly afterwards were dead.

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Impaling and Emasculation

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Dead Slave Boy - Fully Impaled and Emasculated

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Hanging, Impaling and Emasculation

Gracchus was intrigued by a naked boy, with a large wooden stake inserted deep in his anus, and his severed genitals held on a hook protruding from the frame to which he was attached.

"Please help !.. They've fuckin' castrated an' fucked me !", the squirming slave groaned, to no one in particular.

What piqued Gracchus' interest was the fact that the boy was hung upside down.

"This slave-boy raped his master's son, so emasculation and impaling are considered appropriate.", Petronius explained.

"As you can see, he has already had his penis and testicles cut off.

The position that he is in is extremely painful, as it puts great pressure on his spine.

Later we can break his back - and 'finish him' - by either putting weights on his back, or simply stamping on his back.

He can also be tortured further by fucking him - if you will excuse the expression, Dominus - with the stake and, of course, since his genitals were cut off he has been losing a lot of blood - so he will not last long...", Petronius carefully explained.

"That's good !", Gracchus commented. "We can't have slaves abusing free-born boys."

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'Condemned Slaves stripped and Garroted in the Arena'

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Executions of Slave-Boys
from the Arena at Capua

'NAKED CASTRATED AND IMPALED CRUCIFIED SLAVE BOY'

Condemned for raping the daughter of a Roman citizen, this cute young boy is stripped bollock-naked and, because he is so 'cute', he is repeatedly raped by the arena-guards, both before and during his appearance in the arena.

Finally he is nailed by his arms and legs to a cross.

His already ruined anus is then deeply impaled with a short, thick wooden rod, which gives the boy an instant and massive erection.

The arena-guards then masturbate the 'horny' young lad, while also pumping the rod in his arse.

After repeatedly 'cumming' the groaning young lad eventually runs out of 'spunk'.

Still with a massive 'hard-on', however, the 'horny' boy then has his bulging, hairless ball-sack sliced off, and hung round his neck.

After hanging on the cross, naked, impaled and castrated, squealing and crying in agony, the poor boy is finally finished-off by being disembowelled, and then having his throat cut.
After his death, the boy's penis is cut off and given to the father of the girl he raped as a trophy

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'NAKED, CASTRATED AND IMPALED CRUCIFIED SLAVE BOYS'

Boy sex-slaves are required to refrain from all sexual activity when they are not 'performing' for their master.

These two boys, Felix and Marinus, have been having secret 'private' sex sessions.

When this is discovered, the boy-slaves are punished by being sold to the arena, on the understanding that they will be executed.

It is decided to crucify the boys together, on the same cross.

After the lads have been led into the arena and stripped bollock-naked, they are forced to have one final sex act in public, with the dark-haired boy, Marinus, fucking the young blond boy, Felix.
While Felix bends over, with his legs spread, Marinus 'takes' his young friend from behind.
The fuck is short lived, but while Felix wanks himself to a noisy orgasm, Marinus 'ploughs' his friend vigorously, and 'pulls out' at the end to splatter the blond boy's back with spunk.

After the sex, which pleases the crowd greatly, Felix, who so young that he has no pubic hair, and who was the passive partner, is crucified upside-down, by his legs, which is less painful.

The older boy, Marinus, who was the instigator of the forbidden sex acts, and the 'top' (as he was in the arena), is hung in the normal position, by his arms.

Both boys squeal loudly as they are impaled through the anus with a short, but very thick wooden rod, and both boys immediately get massive erections, despite their obvious youth.

Marinus, being the most guilty, is also to be castrated after being nailed up and impaled.
The skinny lad screams for mercy, but this doesn't stop his executioner from slowly and roughly cutting off the poor boy's well-filled 'ball-sack'.
As naked, impaled and crucified Marinus sobs, his severed balls are hung round his neck.

Despite losing his bollocks, however, the 'horny' young lad remains obscenely erect, and when the arena slaves 'pump' the rod in his arse-hole, Marinus groans and 'cums' for the last time.

Meanwhile Felix, the blond boy is left 'intact', and spends his time upside-down on the cross with a huge, curved 'hard-on', dribbling spunk from his obscenely jerking penis.
During the first half hour little Felix, who still has his bollocks intact, and is massively erect, repeatedly gets the rod in his anus 'pumped' by the arena slaves, and repeatedly cums until all his spunk is drained.

After an hour of writhing and squealing, both naked boys are then finally finished off by having their throats cut.

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'NAKED, IMPALED AND CRUCIFIED TWIN SLAVE BOYS'

Cassian and Cassius are twin slave-boys.

Guilty of stealing and various sexual obscenities the incorrigible lads are condemned to die in the arena.

Being twins, the lads are crucified together, on the same cross.

Firs, however, as they make and unusual spectacle, the are required to put on a 'sex-show' for the arena crowd. This involves them taking turns to fuck one another, and suck each other off.

They are then crucified, with Cassius being nailed up first.

He is positioned with a large wooden sedile forced up his anus, and immediately gets a huge 'hard-on' as he dribbles 'pre-cum' from his throbbing cock.

Cassian is then nailed up with his legs spread either side of his brother's shoulders, which leaves Cassius's face in Cassian's arse.

A large wooden rod is then hammered into Cassian's arse-hole.

While Cassius fucks himself on the sedile, and repeatedly 'cums', Cassian writhes on top of his struggling brother.

Both lad's end up spattered with each other's spunk, and after over thirty minutes of squealing, squirming and 'cumming', the arena slaves cut the twin's throats.

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'NAKED, IMPALED AND CRUCIFIED SLAVE BOY'

Gaius had been caught sexually abusing his master's youngest son.

His punishment was execution in the public arena.

For the sake of variety young Gaius was crucified with two arms nailed to one side of the crossbar and one leg nailed to the other side of the crossbar.

His other leg was nailed to the upright, leaving his legs spread obscenely wide, to give the crowd a good view of his prick, his balls, and his impaled arse-hole.

Before being nailed to the cross the naked boy had been raped.

Being raped had given the little Gaius a monstrous 'hard-on', which only got more intense when he was impaled with a thick wooden rod.

After squirming on the cross for about twenty minutes the Gaius's large, hairless balls were garrotted, and a heavy weight was attached to the leather lace.

It took a bout ten minutes for the thin lace to cut through the young Gaius's bulging ball-bag, castrating him.

At the moment of castration his massively engorged cock squirted out his final load.

While squealing for his bollocks, Gaius was then fully emasculated, by having his dribbling jerking prick sliced off.

The still stiff member was stuffed into his mouth to stop him squealing.

Because of his position Gaius was a prime candidate for disembowelling, and when his belly was sliced open his steaming guts instantly fell out, hanging practically to the ground.

After another twenty minutes young Gaius died from loss of blood.

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A RE-CONSTRUCTIVE ACCOUNT OF A CRUCIFIXION

The main attraction of the executions, which are staged in many Roman arenas during the lunch-time break between the fights, are two slaves who have been found guilty of the rape and murder of a brother and sister; the children of a prominent citizen.

The two slaves are called Marcus and Rufio.

Apparently, Marcus raped the boy, who was about fourteen, and Rufio anally raped the girl, who was only twelve. After the rape the girl and boy were both killed, having their throats cut.

In Roman law, the punishment of a slave for a combined rape and murder was execution by crucifixion, during which the slave would be completely castrated, which would involve the cutting off of the penis and both testicles.

To the cheers and applause of those in the crowd who had remained for the lunchtime executions, Marcus and Rufio, both bound, with their hands tied behind their backs, were led into the arena.

Unlike condemned slaves who were crucified in the fora, or on the roadside, these slaves did not carry the heavy crossbeams on their shoulders - in fact the crossbeams were waiting for them at the foot of the uprights which had been set into the arena floor.

Marcus' hair is blond, and unkempt. He is young, with a slim, muscular body, with very little body-hair.

Marcus is looking at the arena sand as he walks, and he is wearing a very small, grubby loincloth – just a cord round his waist, and a strip of cloth passing between his buttocks, and forming a pouch at the front, with covers and supports his 'privates'.

The other man, behind Marcus, is in his mid thirties, and his black disheveled hair is wild and matted. They call him Rufio.

His eyes are wild and he's staring down at the arena sand, like Marcus. He's a big man, with strong muscles that indicate he's been worked hard in his life.

His arms are powerful, as are his hairy thighs, and compared to the younger man in front of him he's much stronger and meaner looking.

Like Marcus, he also wears a tiny loincloth – in fact so small that it is unable to cover his thick bush of black pubic hair

Several of the arena-slaves are standing next to the two posts that are sticking out of the floor of the arena, and are waiting patiently for the two prisoners to arrive so they can get the job done.

Marcus stops, and sees them waiting, and when he does he hesitates, not wanting to go forward any more.

He is pushed forwards, however, and as soon as Marcus reaches the upright which is allocated to him, the senior arena-slave rips off his tiny loincloth.

A roar of approval arise from the crowd as they get the first sight of his cock, hanging, limp and small, almost as if it's trying to hide from all those that are staring.

Behind his cock, but barely visible, is his smooth ball-sack.

At the same time Rufio arrives at his allocated upright and is also unceremoniously stripped naked.

Unlike Marcus, Rufio's balls are huge, and his big, hairy sack is obviously full of his manhood. However, only the knob of his cock is visible, staring out of his thick mass of pubic hair like an egg in a nest.

Before the execution the senior arena-slave decides to rape Marcus, who is 'cute ' and boyish.

Rufio, because he is older, and far from attractive will be spared this indignity.

Two arena slaves grab Marcus' arms and bend him forwards, exposing his pert, muscular rump.

The senior arena-slave pulls down the front of his 'tented' loincloth, revealing his already stiff, huge 'pole'. He grabs hold of the monstrous piece of meat, and roughly inserts it into Marcus' exposed anus.

“ Shit ! My arse !”, Marcus groans, much to the amusement of the crowd, as the arena slave's huge prick disappears inside him.

Once the arena-slave has his 'tool' rammed into Marcus, up to its hairy hilt, with his big balls squashed against Marcus' trembling buttocks, he starts thrusting.

With each thrust, young Marcus groans, but the naked boy, impaled on the arena-slave's big cock, doesn't suffer for too long, as the arena-slave is really 'horny', and 'cums' quite quickly.

“I'm cumin' !”, the arena slave shouts proudly, looking up at the crowd, as he pulls out of his groaning victim, and squirts his thick spunk all over Marcus' muscular buttocks – to the polite applause of the crowd. Presumably they were expecting a slightly longer 'performance'.

Throughout this performance, Rufio has been looking down at the sand, unable to watch his friend being publicly humiliated.

Then, while the senior arena-slave stuffs his dribbling 'tackle' back into the pouch of his loincloth, several of the other arena-slaves take Marcus and force him down onto his back on the cross-beam, so that he is flat on his back and staring up at the hot sun.

Lying on the sand, naked, it is impossible to ignore his smooth pink ball-sack, with his twin orbs that got him into so much trouble.

They are hanging down, round and full, between his legs and underneath his limp, fat little cock.

Two of the big arena-slaves have his left arm, one holding downward on is hand and the other smashing his arm into the beam.

He is mumbling..."Oh shit NO! PLEASE...PLEASE !...NOT...DON'T !...OH...!"

Then the arena-slaves are holding a spike, and it is made of iron and is fat and thick and long.

A third arena-slave sets the spike right on his wrist, just back from the joint, and presses it downward into his arm, so that the point of it makes an indentation there.

It’s a square peg, and is at least five eights of an inch thick all along its shank.

Marcus opens his eyes, and sees it, and then he looks at the man with the mallet...and then suddenly the arena-slaves hand is in motion and he slams the heavy mallet down, hard, smashing it into the end of the spike and driving the long piece of thick metal straight through Marcus' wrist.

"AGH-H ! - CU-NT !" Marcus screams and his entire body jerks, and he tries to sit upright the shock is so great.

His body shudders, and he is then screaming and screaming and screaming at the top of his lungs.

As he screams the big arena-slave slams the mallet down into the nail again, and then again, pounding it through his arm and into the wood, until it is embedded as far as it will go.

His wrist is clinched, and is going into a spasm in an almost unnatural jerking movement, out of control, - just jerking and rippling. His fingers spasm open and closed and open and closed.

“Shit ! Cunt ! Fu-ck !”, he screams like a madman, as he jerks and struggles with every muscle in his body.

He is trying to move his right arm then, to get it out of the way, and he is jerking it against the ropes that bind it to the beam.

He's desperate, and trying to get it loose. Just then the three arena-slaves grab it, and as they do he bucks his hips and arches his back, his legs flailing as he struggles like a maniac.

“Oh shit no ! Please no ! No more ! For fuck's sake !” he starts begging, in great heaving sobs, with a desperation that knows no bounds.

They ignore his pleas, and instead go right to their task.

The second nail is set in place in his right wrist, and then, the hammer is once again a blur, the heavy iron mallet slamming downward, hitting the nail head squarely and driving it right through the Marcus' wrist, and into the great wooden beam.

He screams anew;

“AGH-H ! - CU-NT !”, a cold, chilling, blood-curdling scream that doesn't even sound human.

The arena-slaves pound the nail again and again until it is set and the entire shank is buried as far as it will go.

His partner in crime, Rufio, has fallen to his knees, the shock of watching his friend getting nailed to the cross beam more than he can bare.

He tried to turn, to run away.

The arena-slaves leave Marcus, writhing on the ground, nailed to the big beam, with his legs flailing and his back arching as he struggles. He can't get up, and he certainly won't be going anywhere.

They turn then to the older man, who has got back up and is staggering away, trying to flee, but they just drag him backwards, one slave on each arm.

Soon, he too, is flat on his back on the cross-beam, and the arena-slaves nail him in the same manner as they did his friend.

"Fuck NO !" he screams." "No....SHIT NO !" Don't...PLEASE don't fuckin' NAIL me !"

Of course, they ignore his pleas, and if anything, his begging excites the crowd.

Suddenly he screams "FUCK !" when the first nail penetrates his wrist.

He then pisses himself, - the yellow stream just squirting out of his thick, fat, jerking cock, spraying out of control, and muddying the dirt between his legs.

He stares but says nothing after that, - ashamed of his complete loss of self control, and just sucks up the pain instead, and staring at the sky as he listens to young Marcus still screaming next to him.

Finally, his cock stops pissing, and after that he just stares, and mumbles.

He turns his head as the arena-slaves take his other wrist, and in a whisper he is begging.

"Please...please, for fuck sake, don't nail it....just use the rope. Oh PLEASE...JUST USE THE ROPE !"

He begs and begs and begs. Still, even as he begs, there is nothing he can do to prevent the next nail from being pounded through his other wrist, and as it happens the shock of it is so great that his lips open in spite of his attempts to keep them closed. After that he too is screaming, “Fuckin' CU-NT !”, again and again. It's just a wild, open, and piercing scream.

The arena-slaves are smiling though, and they seem to be enjoying them selves, and the crowd is shouting encouragements to them.

The arena-slaves have two thick wooden rods, and they almost look like they have been taken from the staff from a spear. They are round and fat, with a thicker base that tapers upward toward the end.

On the average they each look to be about three inches in diameter, and are about two and a half feet long.

One end on each pole has been carved into a big bulbous end.

At its thickest point the bulbous end is almost the size of a teenager's fist.

The arena-slaves then move to Rufio.

Two of the arena-slaves each grab an ankle of the bigger man, and then they stretch his legs apart, wide apart, a third arena-slave holding one of the wooden horn-shaped dowels.

The man's dark hair is thick on his body, and his legs have a thick down on them that seems to emphasize his manliness.

Rufio feels them pulling his legs apart too. “What the fuck ?”, he moans, with a look of shocked surprise on his face.

The arena-slaves next lift his legs then, upwards, pulling his legs forward so his feet are stretched over his head. “Oh shit, NO ! Not my fuckin' bollocks ! Not my BALLS !”, Rufio squeals, obviously thinking, that his naked, exposed testicles were to be beaten.

As the arena-slaves pull Rufio's legs forwards, it is possible to see the slave's dark puckered, twitching arse-hole.

He's got a big rosebud of a hole that is ringed with black curly hair.

Then another arena-slave takes the wooden baton and pushes the big, fat end, which has been greased up with tallow, right up against Rufio's hairy anus.

The arena-slave pushes, hard.

“ SHIT !... NO ! - Not up my fuckin' ARSE-HOLE !”, Rufio squeals as he clinches shut the muscles in his anal 'ring', to attempt to keep out the huge invader.

It doesn't’ do him any good, however.

Suddenly the arena-slave gives the pole a twist, and at the same time he pushes hard, putting his weight forward and into the pole.

Immediately the bulbous end just pops past the hairy ring of muscle, and after that the big wooden end fills Rufio's 'hole, and disappears inside him.

"Cunt ! My fuckin arse ! My fuckin' hole !", he moans, as his hairy anus is forced to swallow the massive piece of wood.

And the expression on Rufio's face is priceless - surprise, amazement, horror and extreme embarrassment.

Rufio cannot believe it that he's been penetrated, and he continues to scream, but with a new and even more desperate intensity.

Now his entire arse-hole is stuffed with a wooden rod, and the big bulbous end fills him up without mercy.

He's a man wild, and in misery, - jerking and fighting and screaming, nailed in place and now with a thick wooden rod jutting out of his hairy arse-hole like a stuffed turkey that has been skewered for the fire.

There is another effect that seems to happen almost simultaneously with the intrusion of the big wooden shaft into Rufio's rectum.

His cock, which was lying lazily on his thick, dark bush of curly pubic hair just a few minutes before, is thicker now, and it steadily grows, getting longer and longer.

Then it's raising itself in jerks, and jutting upward, - the stimulation from the big wooden shaft in his arse being more than he can ignore.

His cock just seems to grow and grow, getting thicker and longer.

A few in the crowd gasp as it enlarges so obscenely.

He's now got a huge, fat cock, and as the now straining foreskin retracts, the crowd laughs derisively as the dark, glistening mushroom-head of his knob comes into view in front of everyone. An exposed glans is the ultimate humiliation for a Roman man, and everyone in the arena knows it.

"You're a right dirty cunt ! You obviously like a big thick rod up your hairy arse !", one of the arena-slaves says, mockingly, and the other arena-slaves laugh, as do some of the crowd that heard it, and then they turn their attention to the blond.

When young Marcus sees the arena-slaves coming he starts jerking and fighting. Marcus has already been raped, and doesn't’ want a wooden pole shoved up his arse-hole!

However, when he tries to pull his arms he screams, and the pain shoots through him. I can immediately tell he can't do anything with his arms, as it hurts way too much to move them in any manner or in any direction.

He's helpless. He certainly can't do anything to keep the arena-slaves from lifting his legs and spreading his hole.

Young Marcus' hole, despite having already been penetrated, is smaller though, and it's wrinkled and tightly clamped shut.

It is quite apparent that the big bulbous end of the rod, even although it has been greased, won't fit into the poor boy's anus.

The arena-slave knows it too, and he hesitates then as he eyes the boy's hole and the much bigger piece of wood that is meant for it.

There is no way it can fit....but then, the arena-slave holding the rod against Marcus' hole, picks up the mallet, the same mallet he used to nail the prisoner to his crossbeam.

“No ! Please ! It's too fuckin' BIG !”, Marcus whimpers, “It won't go in !”, Marcus continues, almost in tears.

“Yes it will, son !” The arena-slave gruffly replies.

With a hard slam the arena-slave takes the mallet, and then drives it directly into the other end of the wooden dowel, hitting it square, and so hard that it literally drives the fat end right into Marcus' rectum, much like a nail is driven into a piece of wood.

“ Fuckin' CUNT !”, Marcus screams, and jerks, tying to slam his legs together as the pain of the invader fills his rectum.

Simultaneously, as the wooden rod disappears into Marcus' hole, his ring of muscle tears in order to accommodate it.

The arena-slaves don't seem to care, however, and they even laugh as the rod pops past the boy's ripped arse-hole and is driven in place.

Surprisingly, almost immediately, Marcus' previously limp, wrinkled prick goes hard too, - rock hard, and it rises up so fast that it's hard to believe. After that it juts up and outward, and then it just jerks and twitches, as if searching for a hole to penetrate.

Both men are screaming again now, arching their backs and screaming as if there is no tomorrow coming.

Suddenly, in only a few minutes, the world for the two prisoners has been reduced to the pain in their wrists and the pain in their arse.

There is nothing else but wrists and arse-hole, wrists and arse-hole, wrists and arse-hole. They are in panic, and yet as they quiver and struggle there is nothing they can do, except to live the experience of their own execution, and wait for death to eventually overtake them.

Suddenly, there are more arena-slaves, and they are lifting the two beams upward, with the men nailed to them struggling as it is being done.

The pain of course for each of them intensifies a hundred fold as they are lifted.

At first they are lifted to their knees, and then their feet, and dragged over toward the vertical posts that will hold the beams.

There are several crude ladders next to the posts, and as I watch the arena-slaves use the ladders to hoist up the cross pieces, with the men nailed to them, and sit them into a groove on the top of each of the vertical poles that are affixed into the ground.

There are enough arena-slaves that the task seems to go easily.

The prisoners' feet are both flailing, and as they hang from their wrists they are screaming even louder, as if that is possible. “FUCK ! NO ! HELP ! CUNT ! SHIT!”.

It’s a totally inhuman cry now that the two prisoners are just hanging by their arms.

Rufio, in particular, can't believe what he is feeling, and he is struggling, with his back arching and his feet kicking, scissoring the air as his life and misery become one and the same.

Finally, the beams are affixed in place, and the two 'horny' naked prisoners are hanging from their crosses, next to one another, their feet kicking the air and struggling, almost as if they are desperate to reach the ground.

The arena -slaves then go to Marcus.

Two arena-slaves each grab a leg, and then they are lifting him, and for a second you he experiences some relief as the weight is lifted off of his wrists and the nails that are through them.

Then, as they lift him very high, one of the arena slaves guides the end of the wooden dowel that is jutting from his arse, and they maneuver the prisoner until they get it aligned where they need it to go.

Finally, the arena-slave holding the end of the rod guides the shaft into an angled hole that is in the vertical post and has been drilled to accommodate it, and it is nailed in place.

Once it is in place, they lower the man being crucified back downward, letting him slide downward once again until he is hanging by his wrists again - only this time his weight pushes him downward onto the pole that has been impaled in his arse, and which now is affixed to the vertical beam that supports the cross bar.

So, this sedile, as it is called, is a seat of sorts - but it means that poor Marcus is being viciously fucked as he is being crucified.

The sedile is crude, and as it impales him he can do nothing but kick his feet and try to lift himself upward with his arms to keep it from ramming into his prostate and further up into his guts.

The arena-slaves, however, aren’t done with him though.

They grab his left foot, and pin it against the side of the cross, with his knee bent so that the bare foot is lifted. They point the toe of the food downward, and then, with Marcus' knee bent the way they want, they hold it there.

They then push another big spike right against the boy's heel.
Marcus looks down, just as the big hammer is driven against it, hard, the big spike driving straight through his heel bone and into the side of the cross he is being crucified on.

“Fuckin' CUNT !”, Marcus screams, and his body shudders.

Three more blows with the hammer set the nail all the way in, so that the flat head of it is flush with his heel.

The arena-slaves laugh, and then they reach over and grab the other foot then, and lift it up and point the toes downward, so that it is in the same position as his other foot but on the other side of the vertical post of his cross.
When they have that foot too in the awkward position they want it in, they drive another nail through the heel of it as well, affixing his right foot to the right side of the vertical beam of the cross.

And then they step back, and let him struggle and scream.

The arena-slaves admire their handiwork, and smile as they watch the prisoner struggle. He can't flail his legs any more, and instead he screams and jerks.

He tries to take the pressure off of his wrists, and the thick wooden shaft in his arse, by rising upward, using the muscles in his bent legs to do it.

As he does he screams from the new pain in his heels and feet.

He supports himself in that way, but his legs are quivering, and in their awkward position he can't straighten them fully.

He can only hold himself upward for a short while, and as he does so the pain from the spikes in his heels shoots up and down his legs.

His eyes are wide, and he's gasping, then he screams anew – “Oh FUCK !” - as he falls down again and hangs from his wrists. As he falls down the wooden shaft inside his arse slams into his prostate, and for a moment it looks like he will vomit.

That motion elicits a new scream, from the shocking, electrical pain that emanates from his wrists.

He's in agony, total agony, that seems to have no limit and certainly for him no end.

He jerks upward once again, and then again and again.

As he struggles he inadvertently slides his young, well-muscled, sweating body up and down over the thick wooden rod in his arse.

As a result of vigorously fucking himself on the sedile, Marcus' cock gets even harder, and it begins to ooze a line of drool, hanging down and swinging in the air in a clear line as he fights and struggles.

The crowd is watching, and they laugh and giggle, pointing to the young lad's incredibly stiff, jerking cock, and watching him as he fights the cross.

They are enjoying his crucifixion, and are happy to see his misery, and his hard, erect penis seems to confirm his guilt.

There are other arena-slaves and they are also working on Rufio, affixing him to his cross and finishing up the preliminaries to his crucifixion.

They set the wooden sedile in place, and then nail Rufio's heels in the same manner as his friend.

After that, the two men struggle in their individual misery, yet side by side, each jerking up and down as they shift their pain from their feet to the wrists to their feet to their wrists.

At the same time their rectums are stuffed with the fat knobs of wood, and as they fall down, and the wooden rods slam up into their prostates, their eyes open wide in shocked amazement, and their entire bodies spasm.

It less than a few minutes both the prisoners have truly huge, dribbling erections that jut out and jerk and wave around obscenely.

Small signs announcing their crime are placed over their heads, and after that there is nothing left to do but to watch and to wait.

At first they struggle and thrash like two wild men, the pain making them panic to find some position for relief.

Of course, there is no relief, for either of them, and they thrash out and jerk in rapid movements, literally slamming their naked, muscular buttocks up and down on the wooden rods that impale them.

They jerk and scream and beg, and yet there is nothing they can do.

Their obscene wild motions, simply stir laughter from the crowd.

The screams taper off though; the effort to scream greater than the stamina it takes to make the sound.

After about ten minutes or so their wild and desperate motions slow down somewhat, and it isn't too much longer after that the younger of the two, Marcus, sags forward, his arms unable to pull him upright.

He seems to pause, and for a long minute just staring downward, at the ground and at the spectators that are watching him.

His cock still twitches obscenely, and is oozing a steady line of pre-cum, a line of slimy goo that catches the light.

Then he uses his well developed leg muscles, and pushes himself upward, as his chest heaves.

He holds himself in that position, wincing from the pain for several long seconds, and then, his thigh muscles give out and he falls down defeated and gasps as his wrists take the strain at the nails.

His right arm seems to have stretched at the shoulder, and a few minutes later it happens to the left one as well.

His shoulders have become dislocated, and that has intensified his agony.

He's already having trouble breathing, and yet he struggles, lifting himself up every few minutes.

Apparently, he has to rise up to exhale and to breathe, and so he has to suffer the pain of it every time he does so.

Each time he pushes up on his nailed feet it causes searing bolts of agony to travel up his legs.

When he pulls himself upward, to take his breath, he rises so that he is nearly off the wooden post in his arse. But not quite.

The big bulbous end stays inside him, caught on his anal 'ring', and he can't quite rise high enough to pop it out of his quivering hole.
Frustrated, and unable to hold himself up any longer, he eventually sags down again, forcing himself down on the crude wooden shaft that is fucking his horribly dilated anus.

A few minutes later he repeats this excruciating cycle, literally fucking himself silly in the process, and each motion he is making is stimulating his prostate and making his cock grow even thicker.

Both of their cocks are so thick, and every vein is protruding and they are engorged completely with blood.

The men's cocks are simply huge and obscene, as they jut into the air and pulsate in a lewd, provocative manner.

They are both oozing pre-cum, and the crowd mocks them and laughs at the two men and their jerking dicks, jutting up uncontrollably for everyone to see.

Their huge, jerking cocks seems to emphasize the guilt of their obviously sexual crime.

After another ten minutes of going up and down on his cross, Marcus' hugely engorged, bulging ball-sack pulls up into his hairy groin, and his penis has become even more swollen, if that is possible, as he starts to climax sexually.

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The young lad then groans. “Oh bollocks ! ... NO ! I can't stop it ! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ! .... I'm fuckin' CUMMIN' !”, and then he ejaculates, as the motion of the rod in his arse just too much for him to stop.

The crazed boy's ridged belly muscles go taught, and then he is squirting out ropes of cum, pumping it out from his big, bulging, scrunched up ball-sack while everyone watches.

Although he's young, he manages to jet out a phenomenal load.

“Oh FUCK ! FUCK ! FUCK !”,he moans with each squirt of thick, creamy seed.

Marcus continues to empty his bulging balls, unable to stop himself, grunting out his load of spunk even as he is being crucified.

Interestingly, as he squirts he needs to breathe, and so he rises upward again, for another breath, the pain from the nails through his heels shooting through his legs as he does.

He screams "Oh..ahhh...ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH !" as he takes his breath, and then, he grunts and falls back down, hard, stopped only by the nails in his wrists and the wooden pole in his arse.

As he violently fucks his twitching arse with the rod yet again he grunts “FUCKIN' CUNT !”, and his squirting cock pumps out even more spunk.
After that, the spurts become less violent, eventually becoming a dribble of sticky, creamy liquid.

When his big, bulging balls seem to be empty, one of the arena-slaves approaches him with a long thong of leather.

Marcus watches, staring. “No, NO - not my bollocks !... NOT my fucking' bollocks ! - Spare my fuckin' balls, for fuck sake !”, Marcus begs, as the solider makes a loop and wraps it around the boy's heavy ball-sack.

He wraps it tight, very tight, and high, and then he makes a knot and jerks it closed with a snap. He pulls it so tight that Marcus grunts, and his legs strain as he tries to pull his knees together. It’s a useless gesture as his shiny balls are trapped with the cord.

“ Let me die a man ! Please !”, Marcus pleads.

Marcus' big, meaty balls begin to darken almost instantly, the blood now no longer nourishing that which makes him a man.

He stares downward, open mouthed, jerking cock - which is still stiff, and his bulging ball-sack, disbelieving what has just been done to him.

The arena-slave pulls the ends of the leather up above his cock, and makes another knot there, constricting his erect penis at the base.

He looks to his right then, at another arena-slave, a young teenage male.
The young slave hands the arena-slave a heavy stone, which has been wrapped and tied with several ties and which has a long leather cord hanging off of it.

The arena-slave takes the stone from the boy, and forms a slip knot in the end of the leather, which as we all watch he then loops up and over the ball-sack that is waiting for it.

Young Marcus on the cross watches all of this happening in horror as the big stone is now literally tied to his balls.

The arena-slave holds the rock in his hands, between his palms, which is tied to the man's scrotum with the slip knot.

Marcus looks at him, stares, and then says "Please...don't....don't do this.... Not my fuckin' balls ! .... Not my bollocks !"

The arena-slave grins, and answers: "When you die – eventually - you will not be a man - 'cause you won't have your balls !".

As he says the last word - 'balls', he drops the heavy stone, and just before it hits the ground it is stopped by the cord.

There is a sudden jerk, and the Marcus' trussed-up ball's take the entire load of the heavy stone, stretching out from the weight of it.

"Fuckin' shit !", Marcus screams.

He then stares down at his hairy groin, and after that he shudders as his balls are almost pulled from his body.

Most in the crowd like it, and there is giggling, and there are more taunts then about how he looks with his balls tied and hanging so low.

Through all of this his jerking prick stays massively hard, and a line of clear cum still drools from the end.

Of course, with the cord going up and over his cock the blood is trapped within it.

The line of goo is glistening in the light, hanging and swinging - the last remnants of Marcus' 'spunk-up', now spurted and wasted in the dirt below.

His balls darken further, and it's obvious they are being strangled.

He screams again, and shudders, and then lifts himself upward, heaving, pulling air in and out of his lungs.

Finally, collapsing once again, he falls downward with a slam and a grunt as he bottoms out on the big wooden plug in his stretched arse-hole.

As he does so the rock starts swinging, pulling his horribly stretched balls back and forth as they dangle down between his trembling legs.

Suddenly, Rufio, the older man, jerks up and down and up and down, fast, as if he's trying to shake himself from the cross.

He's watched all of this, and now he's in a total panic, screaming like a madman.

His wild gyrations and jerking on the cross causes the rod to move in his dark hairy arse like a piston, and the rapid up and down motion has an immediate, and unintended consequence for him.

He feels the feeling, but its too late to stop when he does, and after that he arches his back and screams 'Fuck ! Oh FUCK ! - I'm CUMMING !', and then his huge swollen cock just starts to pulsate, and suddenly he is squirting out his own thick ropes of cream.

He struggles as he 'spunks-up', and rises up, high, almost as if he's desperate to get that big wooden shaft out of his rhythmically twitching hole.

He can't quite pull himself up that far, however, as the nails in his heels keep him down.

He wants that rod out of his stretched arse-hole, and he almost makes it happen.

He gets high enough so that everyone can see his dark, hairy hole stretching, puckered outward from the big inner wooden end - but that's as far as he gets.

He grunts, screams again, and stands there, staring wide-eyed at the sniggering crowd, desperately straining to get the bulbous lump of wood past his appallingly stretched anal ring.

His legs and arms are straining, and his hairy hole is quivering in spasmodic pulsations that are in time with his jerking cock, which is still squirting spunk.

He doesn't move, but just strains upward, squirming and obscenely squirting, trying as hard as he can to lift himself just a little further.

But he can't, and then, defeated, he slumps down and collapses, his arse sliding all the way down on the rod until the end bottoms into his prostate.

"Fuckin' CUNT !", he grunts, and squirts even more, his semen spurting out in lines of creamy white, that mark the ground with his huge load of virile seed.

He has everyone's attention then, and all eyes watch until he seems to have pumped himself dry.

Once he has finished ejaculating, he looks down, dejectedly, as his creamy spunk, which might of created new life, soaks away uselessly into the arena sand.

As soon as he is finished the arena-slave is there, holding the tie of leather that poor Rufio knows is meant for him.

The prisoner shakes his head and tries to beg, but the words are lost as the pain in his wrists shoots through him and takes his voice from him.

He stares, and pleads with begging eyes, as the loop is made and the knot is cinched closed with an audible snap.

"Oh shit ! ... My fuckin' bollocks !" , he manages to grunt, as he bucks his hips, ramming his arse up and down on the rod stuffed inside of his rectum, up and down, as his cinched off balls scream to him for blood and nourishment.

His big cock looks obscenely huge, and there is a bit of glistening creamy spunk still beaded on the end of his meat from his recent ejaculation.

Another stone is brought over, and as the man watches a slip knot is placed over his balls.

This time the teenage solider has been allowed to hold the stone. He's grinning, and when helpless Rufio looks at him the boy laughs.

"Not my bollocks ! ... Not my fuckin' BALLS !", Rufio pathetically pleads, but the boy ignores him as he opens his hands and drops the stone.

Rufio's eyes go wide then, as he watches the big stone take its fall.

Then, with a grunt, his own hairy balls are taking the weight, and then after that they too are stretched out and hanging low, being pulled downward toward his knees.

He is delirious then with the pain in his wrists and his ankles and his balls, and there is nothing he can do to stop any of it - nothing at all.

Rufio's balls don't even look human then, the way they are hanging and are stretched so far out.

The boy solider is grinning as he stares at the man's big, dark, hairy balls, cinched off in their sac and how being strangled by the noose that is pulling them down.

The two condemned slaves, with their balls horribly stretched, continue to struggle on their crosses, lifting themselves up and down, up and down, - their impaled rectums sliding up the poles that brutally fuck them with each and every movement.

Still they struggle, up and down, sucking their air and struggling to stay alive, even though it’s a useless gesture and only prolongs their own agonies.

Of course, they do it anyway, adding to their own misery as they stretch out their ends.

Young Mark, with the string still around his cock, is still rock 'hard', - with his big dick sticking up hard and eager.

Rufio is also 'hard', and once again he starts frantically jerking up and down, causing the stone weight attached to his balls to swing about wildly between his legs.

It must be excruciatingly painful for him to have his stretched balls swinging, but he seems intent on one last orgasm – or perhaps he is just making another useless attempt to get the wooden shaft out of his hairy 'hole.

“Shit ! I'm cummin'!”, he croaks eventually , as he forces himself right up, and then his gleaming, sweaty body goes rigid – and he 'cums' – for the last time, ever, repeatedly squirting his thick spunk, and emptying his dying balls.

The crowd cheer and laugh as poor Rufio, his eyes staring, his hips thrusting and his cock obscenely jerking, squirts repeated thick spurts of creamy spunk.
His huge 'load' arches out, and then splatters uselessly into little globs of spunk on the sand beneath his cross.

After his final 'spunk-up', Rufio quickly loses his erection, and it's just a limp little wrinkled sausage now, that is poking from his thick bush of pubic hair, - dead and useless.

Seeing that Rufio has lost his erection, one of the arena-slaves, very matter-of-factly, pulls out a knife from his scabbard, and approaches the big man with his stretched out hairy, ball-sack.

He sets his knife between the two ties. He doesn't say a thing.
Then, with a quick movement of his wrist the rock hits the ground, and the poor Rufio's big balls come free.

Surprisingly, at this point the castrated man is too weak really to make much of a sound, and perhaps his blackened,swollen balls don't mean much to him any more.

The arena-slave picks up the bulging severed scrotum, which is still bound by the leather tie and stuffed with Rufio's big set of dead balls.
"Here's your balls back - what little use they'll do you !", the arena-slave grunts, as he then ties the loose ends, and loops it around the Rufio's neck, so that he is wearing his own scrotum like a necklace, with his fat hairy balls, - dark, dead and useless, lying on his chest.

The younger slave, Marcus, with his stiff prick, starts to struggle when the arena-slave approaches him with a knife.

Of course, Marcus has seen what has just been done, and he really doesn't want to lose his balls - still, they are dead anyway at this point, and there is nothing he can do to change things, or to keep them.

Nevertheless, he starts struggling, hard, jerking on his cross and trying to move to prevent it being done to him.
He wants to die a man, and the humiliation of everyone watching him be castrated is tearing him apart.

"No ! Not my balls ! Don't cut my fuckin; bollocks off ! - Please !"

Then, as he watches, the young arena-slave sets the blade up between the ties.
The moment lingers then, the moment between being a man and being unmanned, between having balls and not.

Everything hangs in the balance, and we all watch as the moment comes.

Then, just before the knife sever's his manhood, young Marcus grunts, pushes his hips forwards, and forcefully ejaculates.

The arena-slave-boy quickly dodges out of the way, avoiding being splattered by Marcus' spurting spunk, - but he keeps hold of the ejaculating boy's balls and, with a quick movement, the boy jerks his wrist and young Marcus squeals.

The arena-slave grins, and then laughs, as he makes the slice, and pulls the steel straight through the hanging balls.

The heavy weight that has been pulling them downward drops to the ground then, and Marcus' balls come free in that same instant.

For a few moments, however, although he has been castrated, Marcus' thick, creamy spunk continues to squirt out and land uselessly on the sand.

A minute later Marcus too is wearing his own severed ball-sack, - it's not hairy like Rufio's, but it's well-filled with his now useless balls.
He's wearing the bollocks he lost so painfully around his neck as an example to others.

His expression changes, and he seems to give up then, the realization that he is no longer a man ending whatever desire he had to stay alive.

By now Rufio looks like a living dead man, hanging from his cross.

Marcus looks stronger, but he too is just hanging quietly, rising up to take a few breathes every few minutes or so.

Rufio's shoulders have become dislocated, and his arms have stretched out and he hangs forward and out from his cross.
He doesn't seem to have the strength to even lift his head.

Eventually he makes a movement, rising up, his lungs heaving in a few breaths, before he falls back yet again and hangs with a grunt.

His hands are clinched inward, almost in a fist, drawn in and useless.
There is drool coming out of his mouth, and there is dried blood on his nose.

He now barely breathes and just hangs, staring downward, his eyes open like two orbs of glass.

His cock hangs like a dead worm, and it looks small and unimportant.

Then he grunts and starts pissing, emptying his bladder into a puddle below his cross.

He makes no movement, and his eyes stare at the ground and do not blink.
Still he pisses until his bladder is empty - and he is dead.

Marcus is still alive and still struggling to breathe.

Up and down he goes, stretched out and trying to breathe, fighting the pain that still shoots through him.

It is all too clear now that he too is dying on his cross.

His movements are almost mechanical now, well practiced even in a way.
He has the required movement of his crucifixion down, rising up to breathe and back down to rest. The hangman's dance, a death dance, that goes on and on and on.
It is the dance of the cross.

The pain still shoots through Marcus with every motion, and yet he moves just the same in spite of it.

He has no choice, because he has to move to breathe, so he does, and feels the pain with every breath. The pain is overwhelming.
He is crazed with it and delirious from the intensity - still, he makes the movement, drawing out his struggles and living his torture with no hope for reprieve.

Up and down; the big push against the nails in his ankles, rising him upward. Immediately afterwards, there is the quick breath at the top, the collapse of his leg muscles followed by the little grunt when his wrists take his weight.

As he jerks up and down his bloody, severed balls, hanging by a leather cord round his neck, and now dark and flyblown, jiggle around on his straining chest with each movement.

And each time he drops he gives out a grunt and a big gasp when the rod in his arse rams his prostate.

Up and down, again and again and again.

He has lots of strength left, way too much really, and it is quite obvious that he will be at this for a long time coming.

Amazingly, his cock is still hard, and it's a big cock, and long, and even though he's been castrated the leather tie has trapped the blood and has kept him stiff.
The end of his cock, his 'knob', is fat, round and glistening, although without his balls the jerking, veined shaft topped by the huge, drooling 'knob' looks odd and out of place.

By now the crowd is getting restless.

They have seen both slaves helplessly fuck themselves on the cross, and both slaves cum - twice - squirting their seed uselessly on the sand, and both slaves have had their balls horribly stretched, and then cut off, - and now they are calling for both slaves, the dead Rufio, and suffering, and still very erect and 'horny' Marcus - despite his castration, to be decocked - (have the penis cut off).
"Cut the cunt's pricks off !" - "Off with their knobs !" "Slice off the fuckers' cocks !" - the crowd calls out to the arena-slaves.

The senior arena-slave, realizing that the time for executions was over, then went over to Rufio's corpse, took hold of the slave's now tiny, limp, wrinkled penis, and cut it off close to the dead slave's thick, pubic bush.

He then stuffed the dead severed prick into naked Rufio's slack, gaping mouth, leaving the wrinkled, foreskin covered 'head' poking out between Rufio's blackened lips.
Another arena slave then went over, with a flaming brand, and set light to Rufio's pubic hair.
The thick, dark, curly bush instantly disappeared in a puff of smoke, with tracks of glowing, burning hair running up the naked slave's bulging belly to his chest, and smouldering and smoking round his perineum and slack anus.
With his penis sand testicles cut off, and no pubic hair, Rufio ended up totally unsexed.

There were some polite applause from the crowd, but little other reaction - after all, Rufio was already dead.

Seeing what had been done to Rufio's corpse, Marcus realised that he too would be completely unsexed before he was allowed to die, and he started struggling when the senior arena-slave strode overt to him.

"No ! - Not my prick ! - leave me with my fuckin' prick !", Marcus groaned, knowing all the time that his pleas would be ignored.

The senior arena-slave called for a hot knife, and one was quickly brought to him.

He then grabbed hold of naked Marcus' massively erect, twitching penis.

"No ! - Don't ! - PLEASE ! .. Not my COCK !", Marcus squealed hysterically, as the senior arena-slave sliced through the writhing boy's rock-hard 'meat'.

"FUCK !", Marcus screamed, as the knife burnt it's way through the thick root of his huge penis, leaving smoke and the appalling smell of burnt flesh and hair wafting across the arena.

As the boy's still erect penis came away in the arena-slave's hand, Marcus' thick dark, curly pubic bush caught alight, and was gone in moments in a puff of pale smoke.

"Oh shit !", Marcus grunted, as the senior arena-slave thrust the still erect 'member' into the squirming boy's face, so that he would see - just before he died - his huge, severed prick.

The red-hot knife had cauterized the wound so that Marcus' penis would remain erect, but it was now time to 'finish-off' the naked boy, so the senior arena-slave cut off what remained of Marcus' penile stump, in order to reopen the wound.

"Fuck !", Marcus grunted, as the final remnant of his once magnificent 'member' was sliced away, and blood started spurting out in time to his heart beat.

While Marcus was rhythmically squirting out his life-blood, the senior arena-slave shoved the boy's erect penis into Marcus' mouth, bloody cock-root first, so that the huge, exposed cock-head, and about half of the shaft poked out between the naked lad's parched, cracked lips.

"Now you got a fuckin' cock pokin' out your face - instead of between your legs !", the senior arena-slave drawled, and the other slaves laughed, but Marcus could do was stare back in horror as he gagged on his own huge penis.
A hefty, muscular arena-slave then grabbed Marcus' chest, to support him, while another arena-slave took a large pair of pliers and started to remove the nails form the helpless slave's ankles.
For the first time since he had been raised on his cross, Marcus had a few moments relief as he was held.
As the nails were pulled from his ankles Marcus grunted, but the poor sexless lad didn't seem to realise what was being done to him.
This was to be his moment of execution.
Once the nails had been removed he would have no support from his legs, and he would drop down, being held only by his dislocated arms.
The moment came, and the hefty arena slave let go of the naked boy.
Marcus' eyes bulged and he grunted horribly as he went down on the wooden pole in his anus.
It went right past his mangled prostate and into his guts.
Instantly his guts were ruptured and burst, and his sweaty belly bulged horribly.

All the time blood was spurting from his mutilated crotch, as he fully impaling himself on the pole in his arse

Blood started to dribble from his nose, as a stream of bloody piss jetted from his exposed urethra.
With his huge cock still poking from his mouth, and his bloody balls hanging on his chest, the helpless lad stared round the arena, as if looking for help, while his legs kicked about pathetically.

Moments later his head lolled forwards onto his chest, his naked, mutilated, sexless body went slack - and what had once been Marcus was dead.

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'THE STORY OF GRACCHUS'

VITTORIO CARVELLI

When his father is recalled to Rome, at the end of the Reign of the Emperor Nero, Marcus, and his father and mother travel from Piraeus (the port of Athens) to Brundisium (in South East Italy) by boat.

They newer reach their destination, however, as the boat they are traveling on is attacked by pirates.

Marcus' mother and father are cruelly killed, and Marcus is taken, by the pirates, to Cydonia, in Crete, where he is sold as a slave to a slave-dealer called Arion.

Arion sells on Marcus to a 'mystery buyer' at a fabulously high price, and after a high speed journey through the night, Marcus and Terentius, - the 'mystery buyer', arrive at a magnificent Villa in Baiae, near Neápolis.

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