La Crucifems

I want to tell my pitiful story so that some other man may be forewarned, and can avoid my fate. It could be that you won't believe what I've written here, thinking it just another product of the overheated imagination of a pervert. I can assure you that every word is true, to the best of my memory.

My wife, Christine, and I were married at an early age, and had a normal sex life for the first ten years of our marriage. After that time, I began to fantasize during our lovemaking, and I'm sure that she did also. My fantasies were usually centered around making love to another woman, sometimes with my wife as a participant. I had no idea what her sexual fantasies involved, until approximately 15 years after our wedding.

Although neither of us were particularly strong in our religious convictions, my wife had one artifact that she kept in our bedroom, mounted to the wall above our bed. It was what is normally called a "crucifix", and shows Christ nailed to the Cross. I didn't know it until much later, but that piece of religious imagery was what led to my downfall.

There were times when we were lying in bed, usually before having sexual relations, when she would idly ask, "I wonder what it would feel like to be crucified?" My usual reply was, "I don't know". Sometimes she would continue to talk on the subject, and when we made love after these times, she always seemed to be more passionate. I didn't make the connection for almost two years.

My wife was in a middle-management position at a company in our city in the Midwest. She was secure in her job, and was well-paid. In fact, her take-home salary was almost twice what I made as a school teacher.

The philosophers say that our lives may be turned completely around by the smallest events. That is certainly what happened to my wife and I. In our case, the small event was the hiring by her company of another woman who was at the same job level as Chrissy. The woman's name was Gloria, and she came to be the central figure in our world.

Gloria and my wife hit it off immediately, and soon became fast friends. Many were the nights they would go to a movie, or do some other activity together. I was never invited, since my wife always said that it was "girl's night out". That was fine with me, since I had homework to read and grade and in fact had always been a person who liked to go to bed early. In truth, I have to confess that I was having fantasies of my wife and Gloria having a lesbian affair, and that they would both come to my bed sometime and let me watch.

As her friendship with Gloria grew ever stronger, my wife's obsession with crucifixion seemed to also grow. She had started to get on top during our lovemaking, and it seemed to turn her on even more to hold my arms widespread and press her fingernails into my wrists. Sometimes when she had an orgasm, the pressure of her fingernails would actually break the skin and draw blood. She always apologized afterward, and I was willing to accept it since it was obvious that she was turned on by doing it.

After a few months of this, one night while we were making love Chrissy said, "Did you know that men are sometimes sexually crucified?" I replied that I didn't know that, and in fact didn't even know what she meant by it. Her next words literally froze me in place, first with surprise and then with intense desire.

She said, "It means that a man's cock and balls are nailed to a post or a cross."

When I didn't say anything, she said, "Gloria told me about it, and even showed me a book that discusses it and has drawings showing it being done to a man."

I said, "Surely the book is just fiction, and the drawings were made by someone who was having fantasies."

My wife said, "No, I don't think so, because she has some photographs showing it being done."

When I told her that photos could be faked and I'd have to see them to believe it, she opened the drawer in the nightstand beside our bed and took out some large photographs. She handed me the first one, and I saw a large wooden table with a post mounted to the center of it, and short pieces of rope tied to each corner leg. The second photo showed a naked man lying on the table, with his wrists and ankles ties to the ropes, holding him in a spreadeagle position. He was positioned so that his crotch was against the post.

The third photo showed a woman playing with the man's cock, which was now fully erect.

In the fourth picture, the man had lifted his midsection off the table top, and was holding it as high as he could up the post. A pillow had been placed beneath his butt to hold him in position.

The fifth photo showed the woman's left hand holding a nail against the head of the man's cock, and holding a hammer in her right. His cock appeared to be even larger than before, and the head was distended so much that it glistened.

The next picture showed the nail driven through the cock head, and surprisingly to me, his erection seemed even larger. I simply couldn't believe my eyes, and when I tried to speak found my throat too dry to even form words. My own cock was harder than it had ever been, and I knew that if I even so much as touched it, it would shoot cum for a yard.

Seeing my state of arousal, my wife asked, "Does that turn you on as much as it does me?" I could only nod my head in agreement, and she said, "Want to see the next one?" Again, I could only nod my head. She handed the sixth photograph to me, and I saw that the man's balls were now also nailed to the post, with one nail through the center of each one.

When she gave me the final picture, I saw that the pillow had been removed from beneath the man, and his cock and balls were stretched by the weight of his body. His cock looked to be almost a foot long from the stretching, and his balls were at least six inches from where his sac connected to his body. I knew that his pain must be intense, but his dick was still fully erect.

Knowing that she had me in a state of arousal far exceeding anything before that time, my wife was quick to take advantage. She asked me, "Now do you believe me?" When I mumbled, "Yes", she said, "Maybe we should do something like that." I could see that her nipples were harder and larger than they had ever been, and I knew that she was as excited as I was. The smell of her very wet pussy was driving me wild. By that time, my brains were in my cock, and it was doing all my thinking. I said, "Yes."

She then said, "Gloria did it to her husband, Don, a couple of years ago. In fact, those photos are of him. Did you notice how he stayed hard when she crucified him?"

"Yes."

"Do you think you could keep it up with nails through your cock and balls?"

"Yes."

Then she said the words that led us down the path to where we are today. "Prove it." I said, "Okay. Where's the table?" "It's in Gloria's basement, so let's get dressed and go over to her house."

Still thinking with my cock, I got out of bed and put on my clothes. As soon as we were both dressed, we went outside, got in the car, and I drove us to Gloria's house. Even though it was almost midnight, the lights were on in the house.

When my wife rang the doorbell, Gloria opened the door and immediately said, "Well, it looks like the photos of Don did the trick."

My wife said, "Yes. He's more turned on that I ever thought possible, and I am too. Let's do it now."

Gloria smiled and said, "The stuff is ready, so let's go to the basement and get him on the table."

With Gloria leading the way, we walked to an open door and descended a set of stairs to the basement. When Gloria opened another door, I saw the table with the post setting in the middle of a room. Laying on the table was a hammer and three nails. There were short lengths of rope tied to each of the table legs, and coiled loosely on the tabletop.

My wife turned to me and gripped my cock through my trousers. "I see you're still nice and hard for me. Now get undressed and get up there. We'll see just how long you stay hard once you feel the nails in your precious little wee-wee and peanuts."

I was by now completely overcome with lust, and no longer in control of my own actions. If I had any thoughts at all, they were concerned with not embarrassing myself by backing out at this point, and wanting to show my wife and Gloria that I was as able as Don to keep my erection when it was crucified. As I said, I wasn't thinking clearly, if at all.

I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it quickly. After stepping out of my shoes, I pulled off my socks. I hesitated a moment before unfastening my trousers, being uncomfortable about revealing my aroused state to Gloria. The hesitation passed, and soon my trousers were off, followed in short order by my undershorts.

My wife didn't say anything, but just pointed at the table. I walked over to it, and climbed onto the top. After positioning my crotch against the post, I spread my arms and legs to the four corners of the table.

Gloria smiled, saying, "I think he's in a hurry, don't you? We shouldn't keep him waiting." She and my wife then proceeded to tie the ropes around my ankles and wrists, so that I was held in a spreadeagle position.

By now my cock was suffering from a bad case of blue balls, having been hard for more than an hour. My balls were drawn up tightly to my groin, and I could feel them pressed against the wooden post. I knew that soon they would be feeling pain like I had never thought possible, but I was powerless to stop now.

My wife said to Gloria, "Maybe we should give him a little incentive to stay hard", to which she replied, "He'll probably need it. Don did." They began to undress each other slowly, with lots of caresses and kisses. Gloria looked at me with a smirk on her face and said, "You probably didn't know that we've been lovers for several months now. I've been in her pussy more in the past few weeks than you've been since you got married. And she says that I'm better at it than you ever were."

As soon as both the women were completely undressed, my wife picked up one of the nails and showed it to me. I could see that the point had been ground to a tapering, very sharp tip. She said that the nails had been sterilized with rubbing alcohol, and that I wouldn't have to worry about getting an infection from them. Then she said, "Okay. Get your little thing up as high as you can."

I raised my ass as far off the table as the ropes would allow me, and Chrissy slid the pillow under it. The feel of the post rubbing against my straining erection and my sensitive balls was almost more than I could bear, and I fought hard to keep from cumming.

Gloria stepped up behind my wife and reached around her body. Her hands cupped Chrissy's beautiful breasts, and began to massage and tug on the nipples. Chrissy sighed with passion, a sound that I hadn't heard for several years. I knew that she was more excited by Gloria's touch than she had been by mine for a long time.

Gloria's right hand then descended to my wife's crotch, and Chrissy spread her legs to allow it access to her steaming wet cunt. I saw one finger disappear in Chrissy's pussy, and heard her gasp with pleasure. Gloria withdrew her finger and rubbed it under my nose and put it in my mouth, saying, "Better enjoy that taste and smell while you can, because before long you won't be able to." I was too far gone in lust and desire to understand what she meant.

Gloria then said, "Okay. We've waited long enough. Nail the son of a bitch, and let's see just how long he can stay hard."

My wife picked up one of the nails and the hammer. She held the nail to my lips and ordered me to kiss it, which I did. She then pushed my cock against the post and placed the needle-sharp point against the head. I could see the dimple turn white from the pressure of the nail. She then raised the hammer and looked directly into my eyes. "Ready, sweetheart?", she asked. I could only nod my head in assent, because my throat was completely unable to utter sound.

As I stared at the nail pressed against my cock head, I saw her swing the hammer. The instant it struck the nail, the sharpened point disappeared as it sunk about halfway through the distended glans. The jolt of pain caused my to cry out, and I thought I was going to lose consciousness. Then in an instant, my brain produced a shot of endorphins and I was on an immediate "high" from them.

It was almost as if I were watching someone else's cock being crucified. I saw Chrissy swing the hammer again, and heard the nail strike the wood of the post. She hit the nail two more times, driving it deep into the post and anchoring my cock firmly. My cock was still hard, and seemed to me to be even larger and harder than before. Gloria said, "I think he likes it, don't you?" Chrissy said, "Not as much as I like doing it."

After laying down the hammer, Chrissy opened a drawer under the tabletop. She took out two lengths of small-diameter cord, both of which has slip knots tied in one end. She put them down on the table beside me, and then started massaging and squeezing my balls to get them loosened up. When they were loose enough, she slipped a cord over each ball and tightened the slip knot.

Gloria stopped caressing Chrissy's tits and cunt, and walked to the foot of the table. She reached around the post and picked up one of the cords in each hand. As she pulled on the cords, my balls were stretched upward on the post, and spread about two inches from my impaled cock.

Chrissy picked up the second nail, and again ordered me to kiss it. She then pressed the point against my right nut, and again asked if I was ready. When I nodded my head, she raised the hammer and in one blow drove the nail completely through the ball and into the post. Two more blows seated the nail deeply.

I had thought that I was beyond pain at this point, but soon knew that I wasn't. As the nail sunk into my ball, I tried to stifle a scream, but was unsuccessful. Chrissy looked at me and asked, "Did you feel that?" I was unable to do anything other than again nod my head.

She then picked up the final nail and ordered me to kiss it. It was then held against my left nut, and pounded through it and into the post.

Gloria again resumed her position behind my wife, and began frigging Chrissy's pussy again. In almost no time, she reached a long, noisy orgasm. After she had recovered, she said, "God, that was the best climax I've ever had. I just knew it would be."

By now the intense pain in my genitals had evened out somewhat, and as I looked away from my wife and at my tortured cock and balls, I saw that my dick was still as hard as ever. Gloria said, "Don't think it's over with yet. The stretching is yet to come, and I'll bet you lose that hard on right away when it starts."

Chrissy reached under my body and began to withdraw the pillow that was holding me in the raised position. As she pulled it out, I tensed the muscles in my shoulders and legs, trying to hold my abdomen up and spare my cock and balls. After a few minutes of this, my muscles began to tire and I slowly started to slip toward the tabletop. The women stared raptly as my tortured dick and nuts grew longer and longer.

Soon I felt my butt touch the top of the table, and was pleased to see that I was still hard, although my cock was about three inches longer than I'd ever seen it.

Gloria said that it looked like they hadn't punished me enough, but they'd soon take care of that. I wanted nothing more than to be released from my crucifixion, and to be allowed to cum, but that was not to be.

Reaching into the drawer again, Chrissy withdrew two wooden rods about 1/2" in diameter and three feet long. She handed one to Gloria, who walked around to the other side of the table. As I watched in horror, they raised their arms and then brought the rods crashing down on my erect organ and balls.

If I had thought the pain from the nailing was the maximum I could experience, then I was wrong. What I now felt seemed to be worse by two times.

I tried to remain conscious through the pain but could feel myself slipping away. That is the last I remember until I woke up in bed in Gloria's upstairs bedroom.

What came next I'll reserve for the next installment.