He could not believe that they treated him this way. They had not even given him a trial. Just threw him in the cell under Pilate’s basement, naked and starved for days. Finally the door opened and light streamed into his cell. In a daze, he was hauled out and up to the level of the courtyard. He stood blinking at the sunlight and slowly realized his situation. His chains rattled and clanked as he was lead by a rope around his neck to the middle of the yard, between two rows of guards. A group of four men approached him carrying a large wooden beam. Before he could resist they laid it at his feet and pushed him down onto it on his back. Leather straps were quickly tied around the beam and his arms and the men raised him up by the beam. When they let go he sagged and almost crumpled to the ground under its weight, but was able to rise up semi standing.

“Let’s go men, forward.” Shouted the sergeant. And a crack of a whip behind him stung his bare ass as the rope on his neck pulled him forward.

Martinus, one of the guards who carried the cross beam to the prisoner, looked over at the suffering man. His eyes ran up and down the body of the chained prisoner. But, he could not keep his eyes off the man’s penis and balls. The penis was flaccid but still long and thick, and his balls were like two eggs in their sack. He was circumcised. The velvet skin of his cock head covered a beautiful rounded helmet head. Martinus could feel his own manhood stir at this sight. The prisoner’s body was lean and muscular and his ass rounded and supple. His pecks were generous and crowned with small erect nipples. Martinus looked down at his own growing bulge and quickly reached down and tucked his erect cock between his legs.

The walking was difficult, and it didn’t help that the whip was used to sting him along. At least the two rows of guards kept the crowd from getting at him, but they hurled insults and an occasional rock did hit him. After an hour they arrived mercifully at the top of a small hill and stopped. He looked up through blinding sweat, to see there were several upright posts implanted on the hill. Each had a large 2” square peg in the top.

“Raise him up onto this post.” Commanded the sergeant. Martinus and another man took each end of the pantibulum and raised it up so that it was positioned over the peg. Then dropped onto it through a hole on the cross beam with a thud. It hurt his wrists, since he was now suspended by them, and his toes barely touched the ground. One of them slid another large peg into the post under his feet and tied his ankles so that he could stand on the peg and not slip off.

So this is crucifixion, he said to himself as he thought how it wasn’t so bad and he would probably loose consciousness before night and be able to die in his sleep. A foolish and naïve thought.

“Get the anus stick ready and put it in him” The sergeant spoke.

He began to panic. The what? The anus stick? No not that. That was a punishment for homosexuals. Not men like him, a Rebel, a fighter, a man.

Martinus quickly grabbed the 2 foot long shaft that the sergeant spoke of, and the bottle of oil that was with it. He did not want to miss doing this job. The shaft was made from a tree branch, was studded where small branches were trimmed off, and the end was tipped with a rounded bulb 2 inches in diameter. Martinus poured some of the liquid oil on the man’s lower back until it ran down his ass crack. He ran his hand down his back until it slowly reached his buttocks. He felt the gentle curve and softness of his ass. He let his fingers – coated in oil – find the crevice between the cheeks. They probed slowly, separating them until they touched the wrinkly softness of his anus. He looked up at the man’s face and saw how though his eyes were closed, he was felling all of it.

The liquid lubricant on his ass crack made him shiver and the fingers that then probed his anus at first made him clench his ass cheeks. Trying desperately to prevent them entering him. But it was no use and the strong fingers penetrated his ass and slowly messaged it until he began to relax. Then the bulb on the stick at first gently touched his anus, pushing insistently, opening it slowly until it enveloped the bulb then was shoved in. A sharp pain radiated out from his anus. It was hot and then warm as the large bulb kept going in. The bumps on the stick each exacted a small tingle in his anus.

Once it was in him almost a foot, Martinus put the other end into a hole in the post. It made the prisoner arch his body outward as it prodded him. His groin was thrust outward and his manhood hung exposed so that most of the crowd could easily see it.

“Martinus, tie off his manhood, for whipping. You may perform the task, as you have a liking for it, and the whipping too.” Commanded the sergeant. But, Martinus did not mind taking this order.

He took a light cord and first wrapped in around the prisoner’s scrotum, then around the base of his semi hard penis. The penis quickly engorged and became hard. It was then easily held up out of the way of the balls, by a cord around the man’s waist.

Some of the crowd screamed for them to show some mercy. “Do not whip his manhood. Oh, have mercy on his manhood.” But most were just in awe of the sight of his massive penis and large nuts, bound for the whip. “Whip him slowly. Do not geld him too soon.” They shouted as Martinus took up the whip.

It was a special whip. Designed by the Carthaginians centuries ago, for the whipping of testicles. Martinus was an expert at its use and could kill insects with it. It was six feet long and tipped with a medium sized ceramic bead. It could inflict terrible pain on a testicle, but do no permanent damage.

As the whip slipped through the air and the bead landed on his scrotum, right between his balls, the man let out a shriek. The first of many. Oh god he thought! The pain is so bad. My balls hurt so. He thought as Martinus whipped his nuts. I am going to vomit. The agony. As the pain spread up his belly it began to cramp. He twisted and tried to avoid the bead of the whip, but was pinned in place by the anus shaft and its bulb. He could feel it pushing on his prostate and his cock only got harder. It throbbed and began to twitch.

Martinus had done this before and he enjoyed it so. He would have to get the man past the agony part of it, and into the pure pleasure part of having his nuts whipped. Then by reading his facial expression, he would find which nut gave him the most pleasure. He would concentrate on that ball. The bead would beat it until the man would cum from the merciless pounding. He got into a rhythm. This might take a while. His own manhood wagged with each lash and his balls ached under their load.

The prisoner wasn’t even thinking now. He was just existing, on the cross, his manhood bound, his ass split by the shaft, frozen in agony. He could not even scream any more. He was aware of Martinus whipping him. His master, he now thought of him. Then the conversion from pain to pleasure started. In his right nut. Master hit it again. He gasped. Master hit it again. That’s it he thought. He must tell the master to keep at it there. “Yes Master. The right one. Hit it please.” But, the sound only came out as a gasp.

But Martinus knew. He had found the sweet spot and kept at it. The rebel prisoner arched his back even more and let his head fall back, his eyes closed, his mouth open in grunts of pleasure. Martinus let the bead do the work as it found that spot on his right testicle. On the front near the top. With each blow the man now would push back into the bulb in his ass, magnifying the pleasure. Then one last “Pop” of the bead. He spurted.

OH, I am Cumming he thought. With each pop of the bead he spurted. A hot jet of pleasure went through his penis. How many times, he lost count. At least ten.

Martinus was a little sad to see it ending and each blow and following spurt was a weaker than the last. Then it was over and the blows produced no gushes of white fluid. Now it was back to just pain. He whipped the prisoner 100 more times and the screams returned and the tremors of agony on the anal shaft continued.

“AHHHHAGAHH !” I cannot take any more. The prisoner tried to scream a plea for mercy. 100 blows took what seemed forever then it stopped. He opened his eyes and looked down at Master Martinus. He had dropped the whip and now held a large knife. “No, please do not geld me.” He begged.

Martinus did not linger over the task at hand. He had castrated over ten men and it was always better to do it quickly before they knew what was happening. This is not to say he did not enjoy doing it, for his own penis was now rock hard and dripping inside his cloth. He reached with his left hand and grasped the man’s sack by the base, cupping his big swollen balls. As he pulled down on them he squeezed one last bit of agony out of them. He ran the knife down the shaft of the man’s penis then sliced the scrotum and testicles off. The man gave a small scream and made one last penis twitching ejaculation. Martinus then took the knife to the cock and sliced it off at the root. Turning to the crowd he held the sack of testicles and penis high as they cheered. His own penis then began a long ejaculation, more like a stream that lasted over a minute.

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