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ROMAN EXECUTIONS

2011-06-13T07:53:00.001-07:00

ROMAN EXECUTIONS

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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 disemboweled, 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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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 !", he moans, as his hairy hole 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.

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 arse.

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 !', and then his big cock too 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 arse.

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, hairy 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 balls come free.

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

The arena-slave picks up the severed scrotum, which is still bound by the leather tie and stuffed with his 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, - 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 ejaculates.

The arena-slaveboy 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 screams.

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' spunk continues to squirt out and land uselessly on the sand.

A minute later Marcus too is wearing his own severed ball-sack, - wearing it 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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TOP RIGHT - Yoshi kicks 'bollock-naked' Chang in the balls
TOP LEFT - Chang kicks Yukio who is 'spunking' over the canvass
MIDDLE RIGHT - Lee fucks 'bollock-naked' Chow
MIDDLE CENTER - Naked Yoshi 'cums' as he is impaled on the corner-post
MIDDLE CENTRE - Chang shows off his 'tackle' before fucking Yoshi
MIDDLE LEFT - Naked Chang, impaled on the corner-post, is castrated by Yoshi
BOTTOM RIGHT - 'Bollock-naked' Chow wanks & 'cums' while Lee looks on
BOTTOM CENTER - Castrated Chang 'cums' as he lies impaled on the canvass
BOTTOM LEFT - Naked Chang, impaled and castrated, lies dead on the canvass

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HIGHLIGHTS from NHB WRESTLING, POOL WESTLING & KICK BOXING

'EXTREME BALL-TORTURE'
in the combat ring

All NHB fights end with the losing fighter getting stripped 'bollock-naked' and the loser's balls being kicked, beaten, pulled, twisted and tortured, and this extreme torture always ends in a submission.

Left -in a baton fight a stripped, hairy 'horny' young wrestler is jabbed in the balls with a wooden baton

Middle - in a Kick Boxing fight 'bollock-naked' Chang, with a huge 'hard-on', is tied to the ropes and repeatedly kicked in the balls

Right - tied to the ropes by his balls, naked 'horny' young Mario pisses over himself as his horribly stretched bollocks are eventually ripped off

'ARSE-FUCKING'

in the combat ring

All losing fighters in NHB fights have to take the humiliation of being arse-fucked in front of the crowd before being brutally 'finished-off'.

Left -in a NHB wrestling bout, young Mario, stripped 'bollock-naked' and very 'horny', is viciously arse-fucked in the ring by Stephan

Middle - in a Kick Boxing fight 'bollock-naked' Chang pisses as he is viciously fucked up the arse on the ropes by Yukio

Right - in a Pool Wrestling bout, 'bollock-naked' 'skinhead' Dick has his hairy arse-hole fucked in the pool by Mark

'WANKING'

in the combat ring

Made 'horny' by being stripped 'bollock-naked', and fucked, and being pumped up with Viagra, most NHB fighters feel impelled to relieve themselves by 'tossing-off'.

If they don't then their opponent will get them 'hard' and wank them 'till they 'cum'.

Left -in a NHB wrestling bout, 'bollock-naked', defeated Gregor is forced by Stavros to 'toss himself off' and 'cum' over the canvass.

Middle - in a Kick Boxing fight naked 'bollock-naked' Chang is forced to wank 'Chinese style' until he 'cums', squirting his spunk in the center of the ring

Right - in a Pool Wrestling bout, Chuck grabs hairy Paul's huge, stiff cock and 'jerks-off' the bollock-naked young boy until he squirts his 'boy-juice' over himself and also into the pool

'CASTRATION'

in the combat ring

The ultimate humiliation after being fucked and wanked, and before being 'finished-off' is castration.

NHB fighters get their balls ripped off, and sometimes have their prick sliced off.

Left -in a Pool Wrestling bout naked young Paul is tangled in the ropes & has his 'tackle' (his stiff prick and balls) cut off Chuck

Middle - in a Kick Boxing fight naked Chang, with a huge 'hard-on' and impaled through his arse-hole on the corner post. He jerks up and down on the post, trying to get the steel shaft out of his horribly stretched 'hole'. His jerking results in him fucking himself, and he 'cums' as he has his huge hairy balls ripped off by Yukio

Right - in a NHB Wrestling bout, naked young Ivan loses control and pisses and shits as his shaved bollocks are ripped off by the ropes

'IMPALING

in the combat ring

One way of 'finishing-off' a NHB fighter, who has previously been stripped 'bollock-naked', fucked, wanked 'till he 'cums' and castrated, is to sit him on the thick, steel corner post.

The steel post then penetrates his arse-hole and mangles and bursts the defeated fighter's guts.

Left -in a NHB Wrestling bout young Ivan is stripped bollock-naked, gets 'jerked-off' and fucked twice, and is then castrated on the ropes, losing his balls. Emasculated young Ivan is then lifted onto the corner post by Mark and Kurt. He sinks onto the steel pole, impaling his arse-hole, and writhes horribly, screaming, until his guts burst.

Middle - in a NHB Wrestling bout, fucked, wanked and castrated Mario is impaled through his arse-hole, 'bollock-naked'. Poor Mario begs for help as his guts burst - 'finishing him off'

Right - in a Kick Boxing bout 'bollock-naked', hairy Chow, who has been previously wanked and fucked, but still has a huge 'hard-on', begs for mercy as he hangs from the ropes with a large bamboo baton rammed deep into his hairy arse-hole

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Ronnie & Mike in a NHB fight with meter long wooden batons

the first of a series of 'fantasy' stories, has been published on Scribd.com

To view click on image below

'In a fantasy world, maybe some time in the future, or maybe in some hidden dimension, or a galaxy 'far, far away', life is cheap and people need distractions form the fearful and unpredictable 'grind'.

'Horny' Ronnie frantically wanks, obscenely ramming his stiff cock into the canvas, & makes himself 'cum' - and while he groans and squirts his spunk into the canvass he is stripped stark 'bollock-naked' while the crowd laugh and cheer.

To see others face the possibility of obscene humikiation, gruesome suffering and death somehow makes the daily unpredictability of life seem more bearable – and to bet on the outcome of such a 'death match' makes a sudden change of fortune always a possibility....

Here are 'no holds barred' wrestling bouts – both in the ring, and in a pool - and kick-boxing matches, and homoerotic sex shows, in which the male 'flotsam' of this society, 'performing' whilst high on sex enhancing and aggression producing drugs, are given a brief chance to gain undreamed of money and fame, or died ignominiously, in excruciating agony, stark naked & horribly, sexually mutilated, in front of a braying crowd, and the ever present cameras.'

'While the crowd cheers & laughs, 'bollock-naked' Ronnie, who has already been fucked & 'tossed-off', squeals as his hairy, unprotected balls are repeatedly slapped and punched, before he is castrated (he has his balls ripped off on the ropes ), & 'finished-off'.'

With a huge baton rammed up his hairy arse-hole and deep into his guts, impaled Ronnie, despite having had his bollocks ripped off, still has a huge 'hard-on'.
As his guts burst, he 'cums' for the last time ever, squirting his spunk over himself, as he squeals and writhes in agony on the canvas in his final moments.

read a Combat Bunny story on Scribd
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All the sexually explicit excitement & violence of NHB Combat as a handsome young wrestler is fucked on the ropes, - stripped 'bollock-naked' - repeatedly wanks - has his balls beaten to pulp and ripped off, and is finally 'finished-off' by being impaled through his 'arse-hole' with his own meter long baton !

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A DAY AT THE GAMES

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'Bollock-naked, horny Gladiators fight in the Roman Arena'

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the following is a brief excerpt from this publication & includes

IMAGE GALLERIES OF RECONSTRUCTIONS

FROM THE ROMAN ARENA

These reconstructions feature a fictional character called Gracchus who, it is proposed, was a freedman who inherited a substantial sum, and subsequently was able to radically enlarge the small arena and a gladiatorial 'school' left to him by his former master. As a result of managing his business successfully he was able to eventually offer full, private games, featuring boxers, wrestlers, executions and gladiators, and it is these Games that are presented in the following reconstructions.
Gracchus, although he would never admit it later in life, had been the favourite catamite, (boy sex-slave), of his master and, as such, he not only developed a taste for young boys and and aversion to the fairer sex, but also became an expert in interpreting the sexual preferences and desire of those around him.
Grachus lived in a time when there were few books, except for the aristocracy, no pictures, except the mosaics in the homes of the wealthy and the public baths, no magazines, newspapers, films, television or internet – and so the only 'pornography' available to the masses was in the theatre or the arena. The theatre was expensive, and the public arena was controlled by the state, which felt obliged to uphold public moral standards.

: Condemned slaves being marched through the streets of Rome to the arena

And alongside his amphitheatre Gracchus opened, not too ostentatiously, a couple of brothels, providing both girls, older women and boys and men, to slake the aroused desire of the 'punters' once the Games were over.
The most popular performers in the arena were, of course, the gladiators:
In the public arena there were many different types of gladiator:
Dimachaeri who used two-swords, one in each hand, while Samnites were fully armoured, and were based on Greek hoplites. They wore a helmet, subligaculum (loincloth) woollen quilted leg wrappings, and shin-guards. They carried a spear in the Hoplite style with a small round shield.
Then there were Laquerii who used a rope and noose, and Mirmillones, who wore a helmet with a stylized fish on the crest (the mormylos or sea fish), as well as an arm guard (mania). They carried a gladius and an shield in the Gallic style.

Provocatores were often paired against the Samnites, with their armament being variable depending on the games, and Gracchus particularly favoured this adaptable style of gladiator.
The Retiarii carried a trident, a dagger, and a net, a larger manica extending to the shoulder and left side of the chest. They commonly fought secutores or mirmillones.
Secutores had the same armour as a murmillo, including a shield and a gladius.
The Thracian was equipped with a broad-rimmed helmet that enclosed the entire head, a small round or square-shaped shield, and two thigh-length greaves. His weapon was the gladius or the sica. They commonly fought mirmillones or hoplomachi.
Velites fought on foot, each holding a spear, and were named after the early Republican army units of the same name.

Gracchus used most of these styles of gladiator, but in the case of the Dimachaeri, he dispensed with the quilted legs wrappings, which he felt detracted from the looks of the fighters.
He liked the Thracians, but often dispensed with the helmet, as he knew that the crowd like to see the fighter's faces, particularly as his lad's were almost always good-looking.
Gracchus also knew that the crowd like to see the expressions on the fighter's faces when they were defeated and suffered 'abuse' from their victorious opponents.
Also, if a fighter had anything to say as he fought, - and many of the fighters did a lot of screaming, begging for mercy and shouting abuse at one another and the crowd, - then little would be heard if his voice was muffled by a constraining helmet.
Very few of Gracchus' gladiators ever wore any armour on their upper body, (like a breastplate), as this would defeat the whole object of the exercise, which was to leave the fighter vulnerable and easily able to be killed or wounded.
Arm-guard, greaves, (leg guards), were often worn, but apart from that most of Gracchus gladiators wore just skimpy loincloths, of either cloth or soft leather – all the more to show off their lithe, muscular, well trained bodies – and if they were boy-gladiators, or Gauls, they would often dispense with the subligaculum (loincloth) completely, which, of course, made them favourites with the crowd.

: Naked boy-wrestlers grappling on the sand

Gracchus knew that he was selling sex as well as spectacle and fighting, and so not only the gladiators, but also the wrestlers would only wear loincloths – ( the wrestlers' loincloths being much smaller than those of the gladiators), - and, of course the wrestlers needed no armour, as theirs' was un-armed combat. Often the Greek wrestlers would compete completely naked, in the same way that the boxers did – although the boxers also wore leather gloves, which were sometimes studded with metal.
Quite often a fighter would be killed outright. Extreme examples of this would be when a helmet-less gladiator simply got decapitated, or was stabbed in the chest, (through the heart), or through the mouth or eye, (into the brain), or through the neck.
More often, however, and gladiator would be disabled by a minor wound, to the belly, arm or leg, or would just be so terrified that he surrendered, (this was often the case with the boy-gladiators), and then the defeated fighter would be abused and tortured before being finished-off, and it would be on these occasions that the sex would enter the equation, as all fighters who surrendered were expected to be raped and mutilated before they were killed.

Pleae note: The events featured in the reconstructions aim to be accurate in terms of weapons, costumes, equipment, and settings, and are based on accounts of fights by contemporary authors, various art works, and contemporary literature, including the 'Satyricon', by Pretronius.
Dialogue, of course, is reconstructed, and is couched in modern explicit (and very strong) slang, with the intention of reflecting the original 'tone' of the 'vulgar' Latin.

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The following photo gallery previews photos, some of which are NOT included in the Scribd publication 'A Day at the Games'

Many of these photos contain sexually explicit content

DO NOT view if you below 18 years of age or may be offended

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ANCIENT ART

Naked Pankration Wrestlers - a Greek Red-figure Wine Cup

Etruscan Naked Wrestlers

Wrestling and Gladiatorial contests were some of many features, especially religious, that Rome inherited from its Etruscan neighbours. This ancient,non Indo-European (possibly originating from Asia Minor) culture even depicts warriors fighting completely naked.

Gladiators from the Zliten Mosaic

The Zliten mosaic is a Roman floor mosaic from about the 2nd century AD, found in the town of Zliten in Libya, on the east coast of Leptis Magna.
The mosaic was discovered by the Italian archaeologist Salvatore Aurigemma in 1913 and is now on display at The Archaeological Museum of Tripoli.
It depicts gladiatorial contests, animal hunts, and scenes from everyday life.
The mosaic was discovered in October 1913, in the ruins of a seaside Roman villa later called Villa Dar Buk Ammera after the area where it was found.
When it was first fully unearthed and visible after the excavations conducted by Salvatore Aurigemma, from 22 June to 18 August 1914, it was immediately seen as a masterpiece of mosaic art, but one that was in an emergent need for preservation and restoration.
In the 1920s, the mosaic was restored and placed on display at The Archaeological Museum of Tripoli.
It moved with the museum to its new location in 1952 and is displayed prominently near the entrance hall.

Mosaic of Roman Gladiators Fighting

Gladiators in Loincloths fighting - Mosaic

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19th CENTURY ART

'EXECUTION OF A NAKED SLAVE BY CRUCIFIXION'

adaption of an original painting by Lovis Corinth

"Oh shit ! I'm fuckin' cummin !"

the 'bollock-naked' slave, with a huge stiff cock, groans, as he pumps out his rich, creamy seed, which splatters uselessly on the sand below the cross.

Wearing just a tiny subligaculum, consisting of a leather pouch which just about held and covered his bulging genitals, this slave is tied to a cross and has a sedile, (wooden post protruding from the upright of the cross), inserted into his anus.

Jerking up and down on the cross in agony, the naked slave unintentionally yet viciously fucks his own arse-hole on the wooden post.
The slave's hairy anus is ripped open by the huge wooden post, and when the rough wooden post penetrates to his prostate it gives him a huge erection.

His massive, stiff, jerking cock, with it's foreskin pulled back and 'head' exposed, forces it way out of the tiny leather pouch of the G-string, much to the amusement of the crowd.
The piss and sweat sodden pouch of the leather G-string then falls away, leaving the slave's bulging balls as well as his huge stiff prick exposed.

Eventually the horribly and obscenely excited, bollock-naked slave, with a huge 'hard-on', groans loudly and 'cums', spurting his thick, creamy spunk high into the air.
As it then spatters in gleaming, creamy gobs onto the sand, the crowd cheer.

Later, after continuing to fuck himself on the wooden pole, as he writhes in agony, he has two more 'spunk-ups', splattering even more of his useless 'seed' on the sand.

The naked, horribly 'horny' slave, despite being crucified, seems to be 'getting-off' too much on being impaled, and his executioners decide to prevent him from 'cumming' again.

"Right - you horny shit ! As you can't stop fuckin' cummin' we'll cut your fuckin' bollocks off !

"Shit - NO ! NOT my fuckin' bollocks !"

- the naked, writhing slave squeals hysterically, one of the executioners grabs hold of his hairy ball-sack, which still contains his bulging testicles.

With one swift slice of his knife the struggling slave is instantly made a eunuch !

"Fuck ! My bollocks !"

the mutilated slave screams, as he writhes up on the cross, almost 'popping' the wooden post out of his frantically twitching, hairy arsehole - but not quite - and he then sinks down on the post, groaning loudly as the knob rams up into his prostate - forcing another squirt of spunk from his horribly jerking cock.

The screaming, wriggling slave, however, continues to have a huge hard on, despite having had his testicles cut off,

"Fuckin' cunt's still got a hard-on - an' he's got no fuckin' bollocks !

Better cut his fuckin' cock off as well - an' finish the job !"

"No - Please ! Not my fuckin' prick !... Let me die a man !... For fuck sake !"

Some of the crowd nearest to the arena-slaves over-hear the conversation.

"Cut the fucker's bollocks off !" - "Castrate the cunt !" - "Slice off his balls !"

they call out.

Again the arena slave ignore the pathetic pleas of the naked slave.

One of the arena-slaves grabs hold of the slave's violently jerking cock.

It's slimey with spunk, and slips from the arena slave's grip.

He grabs the huge, waving penis again, and the slave groans and immediately 'cums', much to the arena-slave's digust.

Trying to ignore the spunk that has squirted onto his hand, the arena-slave places his knife at the hairy root of the struggling slave's huge 'tool' and slices down on it with his knife.

"You CUNT ! - My cock ! .... You fuckin' cut it off !"

the wrigling slave squeals in disbelief, looking down in horror at his mutilated, sexless crotch, while the crowd cheers and laughs

Then arena-slave drops the slime-covered cock, which, even as it falls to the sand, continues to dribble the last of the poor, castrated slave's spunk !

The sexless slave then has his cock stuffed into his mouth, and his huge severed hairy balls are hung round his neck.
His dark, curly pubic 'bush' - all that is left to show he was once a man - are then burnt off, he is finished-off by being disemboweled, (has his belly sliced open and his guts pulled out), and he eventually bleeds to death, screaming for mercy in his final, horrific moments.

click here for a full description of the crucifixion and castration of two Roman slaves

'EXECUTION BY CRUCIFIXION'

adaption of an original painting by Lovis Corinth

Stripped of his subligaculum, a screaming teenage boy is nailed to a cross.

One of his executioners avidly points to the boy's growing erection, as the writhing lad's cock jerks up, dribbling 'pre-cum'.

Later the 'bollock-naked' boy with a huge 'hard-on' will repeatedly 'cum', as he helplessly writhes up and down, unintentionally yet viciously fucking himself on the post that juts from the upright beam and has been rammed up his arse.
When he has fucked himself 'dry', and before he dies, his huge stiff prick and bulging balls will be cut off, and his bloody balls will be hung round his neck, and his severed cock will be stuffed into his mouth.

click here for a full description of the crucifixion and castration of two Roman slaves

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CONTEMPORARY ART

'ARENA BOY'

Oliver Frey - (edited)

After defeating, stripping and fucking his cute young, blond opponent, Fabius pulls the 'bollock-naked' boy's legs apart and prepares to castrate the helpless lad, before killing him by ramming his sword into the blond boy's anus.

'GLADIATORS IN THE ARENA'

Gladiator on the left - "Shit ! My fuckin' belly !"

Gladiator on the left - "Take that - you horny little cunt !"

Two gladiators in armour, but bollock-naked (neither wears a subligaculum - loincloth) fight in the arena.

Both the horny gladiators have massive erections because they are confident of winning, and then raping their opponent in front of the crowd.

The young fighter makes a mistake, and finds his rippling six-pack skewered by his opponent's sword.

He screams out as his muscular belly is impaled, and he involuntarily 'cums', squirting his seed over the sand.

Equally his massively muscled opponent ejaculates in the excitement of making the winning thrust.

The impaled young fighter then goes down on the sand, where he is viciously buggered by his hefty opponent.

The dying lad then has his huge stiff prick sliced off and stuffed up his gaping, hairy arse-hole, and his bulging balls ripped off and stuffed into his mouth.

After being left to writhe obscenely for a few minutes to amuse the crowd, the sexless boy has his throat slit, and dies in a spray of his own frothing blood.

'GLADIATORS'

Oliver Frey

Two naked boy gladiators fight. The younger boy has already been raped and had his balls cut off, and is struggling helplessly as his older opponent prepares to 'finish' him with a sword thrust to the chest.

'ROMAN DUNGEON'

Oliver Frey

'FLAVIUS IS SPEARED'

" Oh shit ! My fuckin' belly !

Flavius screams, as he is skewered by his young opponent

Flavius has been stripped of his subligaculum (loincloth), and once 'bollock-naked' he is roughly fucked by horny young Lucian.

With a huge 'hard-on' jutting from his thick pubic bush, and his heavy, low-slung, hairy balls bulging, this young gladiator, Flavius, 'shoots his load' onto the sand from his obscenely jerking cock as he is speared in the belly.

'FLAVIUS IS SPEARED'

" Fuck - you cunt ! My fuckin' guts !

Flavius grunts, as he is speared again.
Once the spear has fully impaled Flavius' hairy torso, Lucian slowly rips open the poor lad's heaving, sweaty belly.

Eventualy Flavius' guts flop out of the huge gash in his abdomen, and the screaming boy falls back onto the sand, writhing obscenely as he uselessly tries to shove his guts back inside his mangled belly.

FLAVIUS IS CASTRATED & SPEARED

As the disembowelled boy writhes on the sand, Lucian grabs hold of the mutilated lad's stiff, jerking prick.

"No ! Not my fuckin' prick !"

Flavius screams as, with one cut, Lucian slices through the base of Flavius' erect penis, and then throws the severed cock on the sand.

Lucian then grabs hold of Flavius' well-filled scrotum.

"Oh shit ! Not my fuckin' bollocks too !"

as ,with another cut, Lucian crudely slices off his young opponent's bulky balls, which also end up on the sand, on top of the boy's cock.

Lucian then uses his spear to burst both of Flavius' eyeballs, leaving the lad totally blind.

Lucian and then stuffs Flavius' severed, bloody cock into the boy's gaping mouth, stabs him in his already mutilated groin, and rams a spear through the lad's empty eye-socket, and into his brain.
Flavius' naked, mutilated body jerks obscenely on the sand, as the spear mangles his brains, and the blinded, castrated, disembowelled boy is dead.

'MARCUS IS FINISHED OFF'

Stripped of his tiny subligaculum (loincloth), and left kneeling 'bollock-naked'on the sand, young Marcus is then fucked by hus muscular young opponent.
He the has his dangling, hairy balls removed, and his huge, jerking cock cut off, before having his hairy belly sliced open.
The screaming lad's stinking guts immediately flop out of the bloody gash in his heaving belly, and slowly wriggle out onto the sand.
Marcus desperately tries to catch the dribbling coils of his guts in his gloved hands, but the slimy intestines slip through his fingers.
The disembowelled boy then has his cock stuffed into his mouth, while his hairy severed balls are left lying on the sand.
Uselessly trying to hold his guts in as he shits himself uncontrolably, the naked boy then has his throat slit by his implacable opponents, and ends up writhing in his final moments in a mess of burst guts, stinking excrement and frothing blood..

'PANKRATION CASTRATION I'

"Please, no ! - Not my fuckin' bollocks ! - NO !"

Vindrex the Gaul, has been stripped of his tiny leather loincloth, and fucked in front of the arena crowd..
He now kneels 'bollock-naked' on the sand, with his hands tied behind his back.
He has a huge stiff cock and, as his vicious opponent bends down and grabs hold of the naked boy's balls, young Vindrex squeals for help and shoots his creamy 'load' out onto the sand.
With a twist and a few tugs young Vindrex's ball-bag rips, and as his opponent stands up and drops the boy's severed, bloody bollocks onto the sand, the squealing lad twists round and collapses in agony.

'PANKRATION CASTRATION II'

"You cu-nt ! - I got no fuckin' bollocks - an' I'm fuckin' cummin'!"

Vindrex blurts out, as he writhes on the sand, squeeling in agony after having his hefty bollocks ripped off.

The now useless balls, still in their bloody ball-sack, lie at his twitching feet.

The well-hung lad's huge 'donkey-dick' is still obscenely erect and stiff, despite his castration.

Moments after he is brutally emasculated, the poor boy's big cock, with the foreskin fully retracted, revealing his dark, shiny cock-head, jerks in spasms as he has his last ever, final orgasm.

The naked boy ejaculates forcefully, 'cumming' over his own heaving chest and belly, with great gobs of spunk spattering his wriggling body.

And within ten minutes the young Gaul, with the ginger hair round his cock and arse-hole, is dead, - his neck twisted and broken by his vicious opponent !

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PHOTOGRAPHIC RECONSTRUCTIONS

'EXECUTION BY CASTRATION & CRUCIFIXION'

This naked gladiator can't get 'aroused' when he is crucified, as he has had his penis chopped off. Crucifixion was usually a long, drawn out death, but in this case the gladiator dies quite quickly from loss of blood, which pumps from the pathetic stump that is all that is left of his once huge prick.

(scene for the recent TV series 'Spartacus - Blood & Sand')

click here for a full description of the crucifixion and castration of two Roman slaves

'BATTLE ROYALÉ IN THE ARENA'

'THE GLADIATOR'S REWARD'

After killing Marcus & Ephebus, Calvius is given a cute little Gallic slave-boy as his reward.
Calvius takes the young teen to a locker-room, strips him and then rams his huge, stiff prick up the young Gaul's 'butt-hole' and gives the moaning, naked boy a good fucking, while Gracchus and some of his patrician friends look on.
And it's the last fuck Calvius ever has, however, as an hour or so later he gets brutally fucked himself, first by his opponent, young Hastus, then with a large wooden baton rammed into his arsehole, and finally by three arena-slaves, in the arena in front of the cheering crowd, - and then he has his big, hairy balls and his huge prick ripped off, before being horribly tortured and killed.

'CASTRATED CALVIUS IS SPEARED IN THE NECK'

In this first version of 'Calvius and Hastus', the gladiator Calvius is defeated and imediately stripped of his red linen subligaculum (loincloth) and left to face the cheering crowd stark 'bollock-naked'.

Hastus then brutally rapes the naked, older gladiator, and then sodomizes him with the butt of his spear.

In the process of being raped and sodomised masochistic Calvius becomes uncontrollably 'aroused', and repeatedly squirts his thick, creamy seed over the sand.

Young Hastus then cuts off Calvius' obscenely large, cock and his hairy balls.

Castrated and with his cock in his mouth, Calvius pathetically reaches for his severed balls lying on the sand in front of him.

'You got no fuckin' prick or bollocks now !'

Hastus mockingly taunts him,

'so you're no use to anyone - so we might as well finish you !'

Calvius can't answer back, as his severed cock has been stuffed into his mouth, and can only grunt his pathetic pleas for mercy.

Terrified at he thought of being killed, he noisily shits himself, and pisses through the bloody stump that is all that is left of his once huge penis.

With a growing pool of piss soaking into the sand in front of him, and shit dribbling from his gaping, hairy arse-hole, naked, mutilated Calvius helplessly looks around at the crowd, in a panic - still hoping for mercy.

But no mercy comes - the crowd are enjoying his ultimate humiliation too much.
He is then speared in the neck by young Hastus.
For a moment both gladiators are motionless - Hastus grasping his spear an looking down at his pathetic, sexless, naked opponent - and Calvius, staring wild-eyed, with his neck transfixed by Hastus' spear.
The Hastus withdraws the spear and there is a horrible gurgling noise as blood starts to froth from the wound, and from Calvius' wildly flared nostrils.
Calvius looks round, frantically seeking help as he starts to drown in his own blood.
He stops reaching for his huge hairy ball-sack, which still contains his severed testicles, and which lies on the sand close by his knee, and both his trembling hands reach up to try and staunch the blood spraying from his neck.
He lets out a massive, noisy fart as the entire contents of his bowels flood out onto the sand, and then he sinks down slowly into his own shit, with the noise of the laughing crowd ringing in his ears.
Calvius then rolls over onto his back, desperately trying to staunch the blood pumping from his neck.
Calvius is lucky - unlike some fighters who are left to writhe in naked agony for up to half an hour as they slowly die - he take only five minutes, wriggling obscenely on the sand to the accompanying cheers and applause of the crowd.
Finally Hastus rams his spear, this time point first, deep into Calvius' guts, by way of the castrated gladiator's gaping arse-hole.
Calvius eyes practically pop out of their sockets as he feels the spear enter his anus, rip through his guts and pierce his diaphragm.
His whole body then stiffens, and jerks, and he looks down in amazement at his bloody hairy crotch to see thick creamy spunk spurt from the stump that is all that is left of his once huge prick. He can't believe that he is 'cumming' for the last time as he dies, and he hasn't even got a cock - and then, as his seed squirts out onto the sand, his body goes limp, and his eyes go glassy in that strange stare that all dead men have.

'CALVIUS IS FINISHED-OFF'

In the second version, Calvius is stripped stark naked, and with his big, hairy balls cut off - after being stabbed in the neck a naked gladiator lies on the sand - pissing and shitting.
Then, for the last time, despite having had his bollocks chopped off, the writhing, naked fighter gets a stiff prick and has a final orgasm, cumming and squirting his thick, creamy spunk over the sand.
As his useless 'seed' soaks into the ground, he is then 'finished-off' by being stabbed in the chest.

'PERSEUS IS SPEARED IN THE BALLS'

After being 'arse-fucked' by young Nerva, and then buggered with a wooden baton, 'bollock-naked' Perseus is speared in the balls and castrated (loosing both his testicles and his penis).
As he writhes on the sand , naked, sexless and with a huge baton rammed up his arse-hole, he is finally put out of his misery and 'finished-off' by being speared in the chest.

Vindrex v Lucian

“FUCK ! - My bollocks !"

the young Gaul Vindrex squeals, as the Sabian pankration wrestler, Lucian viciously knees him in the groin !

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TOP ROW 1: After Perseus punches Nerva in the balls, the referee stops the fight and 'horny' Perseus is forced away from his opponent at spear-point.

2: Nerva, while on the sand, is punched in the face by Perseus - this is an illegal move.

3: Dead and naked - Perseus' bollock-naked corpse is hung from the arena wall while Nerva looks on.

SECOND ROW 1: Perseus punches Nerva in the groin

2: Pugnax fucks his defeated young opponent Lysus

3: Pugnax punches Lysus in the bollocks

TOP ROW 1: Calvius & Hastus get ready for their fight in the arena

2: Hastus knees Calvius in the groin

3: Hysterical Calvius clutches at his battered balls

SECOND ROW 1: Hastus rips off Calvius' subligaculum (loincloth)

2: Bollock-naked Calvius screams 'CUNT !' as he is impaled through his hairy 'arse-hole' with a thick wooden baton . He then gets'hard', and cums, squirting his thick spunk all over himself.

3: Bollock-naked Calvius is sat on an impaling stake after being castrated (prick and balls), and disembowelled prior to being 'finished-off by being decapitated

TOP ROW 1: Hector is speared on the belly

2: Hector is speared on the belly - rear view

3: Hector has his subligaculum (loincloth) ripped off

SECOND ROW 1: 'Bollock-naked' Hector is 'jerked-off' and 'cums' as he lies helpless on the sand

2: Still 'horny', naked Hector 'cums' again as he has his hairy anus impaled with a thick wooden baton

3: Impaled Hector is stripped completely naked by his opponents

THIRD ROW 1: Naked Hector is castrated, losing his huge cock & both his balls

2: Naked and castrated, Hector is led away to be impaled on the arena wall

3: Stark naked and sexless, Hector is impaled on the arena wall

FOURTH ROW 1: With his cock & balls on the end of the stake, naked Hector writhes & pisses& shits on the sand, while his two victorious opponents discuss how to 'finish him off.'

2: Castrated, naked Hector is fatally disembowelled by having a meter long sword rammed up his arsehole

3: Hector' victorious opponent's accept the cheers and applause of the crowd as they stand in front of Hector's naked, disembowelled and castrated corpse

TOP ROW 1: Vindrex's subligaculum (loincloth) is tied to his scrotum, and he is given 'ball torture'

2: Vindrex is fucked by Lucian

3: Stark naked Vindrex is tied to the arena wall, and is repeatedly kicked in the balls by Lucian

SECOND ROW 1: Vindrex is kneed in the balls by Lucian

2: Vindrex is lifted off the sand by Lucian

£: Vindrex is put in a 'neck-lock'

FIRST ROW 1: Massimo hits Mendrix in the balls with his mace

2: Massimo smashes Mendrix's bollocks to a pulp with his mace

3: Massimo is stabbed in the side by one of his opponents

SECOND ROW 1: Massimo staggers across the arena sand with a sword in each side

2: With a sword in each side, Massimo sinks to the sand, begging for mercy

3: Naked, impaled through the belly, and castrated (prick & both balls), Massimo is 'finished-off' by being decapitated.

TOP ROW 1: An old slave writhes on the cross and urinates as his subligaculum (loincloth) slips off - the young slave, who is crucified and impaled through his anus, gets a huge erection & 'cums'

2: A young teenage slave is crucified naked.

3; A 'bollock-naked' slave is impaled on a wooden dildo attached to a post, fucks himself & 'cums'

SECOND ROW 1: A young blond slave has his subligaculum (loincloth) ripped off before being tortured & executed

2: Two slaves, wearing a fewstrips of rags, enter the arena - where they are to be impaled, castrated and decapitated

3: Naked slaves are forced to confess their crimes.

click here for a full description of the crucifixion and castration of two Roman slaves

The first of the 'boy-gladiator' fights in 'Calvius & the Boy Gladiators - the two young 'lovers', Ephebus and Felix fight to the death - with young Felix fighting 'bollock-naked' right from the start.

Felix loses the fight and ends up getting impaled, with a baton up his anus, castrated (cock and both balls), and finished off with a sword.

see : 'Calvius and the Boy Gladiators' at

http://www.scribd.com/doc/35979078/Calvius-and-the-Boy-Gladiators

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INTRODUCTION

On this particular day Calvius, a shaven headed, muscular, older gladiator, was to fight three 'boy-gladiators'; Marcus, Ephebus and Hastus.
Calvius was to fight these boys in order of age, starting with Marcus, who was the
youngest.

Calvius was expected to win all three fights, and 'abuse' and mutilate the boys before killing them.

As it turned out all went as expected until the last fight, when Calvius had the 'tables turned' on him, and his fight against Hastus turned out to be his last fight - which he loses in the most appalling and humiliating way imaginable.

(this story is fully illustrated with explicit, action-packed photos)

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Revised versions of 'A Plebeian at the Games'

and 'A Day at the Games'

have been published on scribd.com 12/3/2010