I haven’t written, since then, because Keegan has been recuperating from a scene that we had the next weekend, after going to Prowl and seeing the young man strapped to a “St. Andrews” cross and having his balls skewered in front of us.

It was such an awesome and intense scene, that I couldn’t get it out of my head.

It turned out, that neither could Keegan.

Keegan and I had gone to the club on that Saturday and, it just so happened, that the Master of the young fellow gave me a ring on the following Monday evening.

His name was Rory and we talked for over an hour.

It was a very interesting conversation and we really hit it off.

Before hanging up, I invited Rory over for dinner the next evening, so that we could talk further.

I knew that we had a lot of common interests and that we would make for very good friends.

Rory arrived at 7:30p.m. and presented me with a lovely bottle of champagne, as a house gift.

I had Keegan answer the door.

I guess that I wanted to show him off to Rory.

He was dressed in a pair of 501s, shirtless and barefoot but for a pair of leather thongs.

In my eyes, he was breathtaking.

It was evident, to me, that Rory was pretty taken, as well.

He studied Keegan from head to toe and said to me; “You have one very hot boy, there, my friend.”

From there, we went into the dining room and had a leisurely meal.

It was great fun. I cooked and Keegan served.

Afterwards, we retired to the terrace for dessert and the champagne that Rory had brought with him.

Keegan wasn’t going to have dessert, so he went inside to straighten-up and do the dishes.

Rory took this opportunity to approach me with an idea for a scene that he was thinking of for the upcoming weekend.

I was intrigued and turned on by Rory’s suggestions and, after only a few moments of thought, I said, “yes!” “Absolutely!”

We enjoyed the rest of the evening and, as he was leaving, I told Rory that Keegan and I would see him, on Saturday morning.

Later that evening, I told Keegan that we had been invited to Rory’s country home for the weekend and that, he and I had come to an agreement for a heavy scene.

He never said a word but climbed into bed and into my waiting arms.

The week passed quickly and it was Saturday morning before we knew it.

I kept Keegan in a chastity device, all week, because I wanted the scene that was coming to be as intense as it could possibly be for him and I, definitely, wanted his boy-balls to be full of cum.

I , also, instructed Keegan to diet, cleanse his system and to have his bowels completely empty in preparation for the session that was going to happen on Saturday evening at Rory’s.

Friday night before going to bed, I even made sure by giving Keegan a, thorough ,high-colonic, myself.

I never spoke to Keegan, the whole week long, about the scene and he never questioned me about it, either.

Even on the way to Rory’s, he never uttered a word. He just sat very, very, close to me.

Now, that’s trust!

We arrived at about 10:30a.m.

Rory met us as we pulled up in the car.

The young man that Rory had worked on at Prowl, stepped out from behind him, and immediately took our duffel bags from us and took them into the house.

The young man was completely naked except for a black leather jock and a slave collar.

He walked with his head bowed down.

He looked to be about 5'9" and about twenty or so. He was slender and muscular but not as compact as Keegan. He had shoulder-length blonde hair that was wavy and his body was nicely tanned. He was a handsome boy, too.

Rory told me that his name was Eric.

Then, Rory took Keegan and I around to the back of the house and we sat out on the terrace.

Eric came out and asked us, if we would care for something to drink.

We all agreed upon iced-water with lemon.

In no time at all, he brought the drinks out to us and presented them to us with linen napkins.

Unfortunately, when he went to serve me my drink, he stumbled and spilled the water down the front of me.

I really felt bad for him, as he attempted to clean the mess up as quickly as he could.

Eric apologized, profusely, for his mistake. and, immediately, went over and knelt down in front of Rory.

Rory was quite composed but you could see that he was embarrassed.

He cupped Eric’s chin and said to him in a low voice that he would have to be punished, later, for this.

Rory looked over at me and apologized for Eric’s clumsiness.

There really wasn’t any problem. It was only water, after all.

I stripped off my shirt, boots and jeans, handed them to Eric and he took them into the house.

Keegan followed, close behind, to see if he could be of some help.

I had a pair of black leather hipster briefs on and, with the warm sun beating down on us, took the opportunity to catch a few rays.

Rory took off his jeans, thongs and shirt and was wearing an athletic jock underneath.

He joined me on a chaise lounge that was next to me.

It was only minutes before Eric and Keegan came out of the house.

Eric had a fresh drink in his hand for me and placed it on the small table next to me.

Keegan had a tube of “Bain de Soleil” suntan gelee in his hand and came over to me.

I noticed that he had taken off his jeans and T-shirt and was wearing nothing but his leather chastity jock that I had put onto him that morning.

Keegan squirted a line of gelee on his hand, rubbed them together, and proceeded to rub me down with it.

I said to Rory that he should try some and Eric did the same for him.

It turned out to make for a wonderful afternoon of massage for the two of us.

We, also, took this time to rest up for the evening ahead.

Throughout the afternoon, Rory and I talked in great detail about this evenings goings-on and how it was to happen.

Of course, the boys were sent to do some chores, so that they couldn’t hear our conversation.

It, also, gave them some time to get to know each other, too.

It appeared that all was in readiness for the evening to come.

Late that afternoon, Rory fired up the grill and prepared a light supper for all of us.

We ate leisurely with Keegan and Eric serving the meal.

At the end of supper, I called Keegan over to me and unlocked his chastity jock.

I kissed him long and hard and told him to follow Rory.

Rory got up from the table and took Keegan into the house and, then, into what turned out to be, a doctors examination room.

Before you ask.......... Yes, Rory is a licensed physician and surgeon.

In preparation for this evening, it was necessary for Keegan to be examined.

You’ll know, why, later on.

About thirty-minutes later, Rory came out to the terrace, where I was sitting, and told me that the examination went perfectly and that we could proceed with our plans for the evening.

To ease my mind, he, also, told me that he had given Keegan a Tetanus injection.

Eric was still straightening up from the supper, when Rory told him to find Keegan in the house and to help get him ready for tonight.

He, then, suggested that we, too, go in, have a shower and change into our garb for the evening.

About an hour later, Rory and I found ourselves standing on the stone terrace and admiring

our transformation back to the days of ancient Rome.

In Rory’s moon-lit garden stood two Centurions of Rome in full dress kit.

We both wore short red tunics with leather strapped sandals. Over the tunics we wore armor known as the Lorica Segmentata and on our legs we had greaves on. Slung across our shoulders was a narrow leather baldric from which hung a Gladius sword over a belt called a “Cinculum Militaire”, which was comprised of a studded leather belt with hanging leather strips, adorned with metal rings.

It was very cool!

In the lite of the rising moon, we were both transported back to the days of the Caesars.

Rory and I went out to the garden and sat down on two stone benches.

We turned and looked at each other and smiled but before we could say anything, Eric and Keegan stepped out from a doorway and presented themselves to us.

Both of the boys were dressed in nothing but a simple, wrapped, linen loincloth called a Subligar.

It barely covered them.

On their feet, they wore ankle-high strapped sandals.

I could, hardly, keep my hands off of Keegan.

They were, both, unbelievably gorgeous standing there!

Rory produced two pairs of steel wrist shackles and fitted Keegan and Eric with them.

Properly manacled, we, both, took hold of the chains that connected their wrist manacles and led them off into the night.

As we reached the edge of the garden, Rory picked up a torch and lit it.

The flames lit the path, as we came to the entrance of a trail that went into the woods.

It was very warm that evening and the smell of the forest was aromatic.

The moon lit-up the glen as we walked along and, from off in the distance, we could hear the sound of Middle-Eastern drumming.

It wasn’t long before I saw light flickering, just ahead of us.

Shortly, we came to a grass clearing that was lit by a circle of burning braziers.

Standing and sitting around on stone benches were a dozen or so mature men dressed in short tunics, sandals and togas.

Off to one side, were four men sitting on the ground. They were dressed in Middle-Eastern garb and were playing traditional Doumbek drums.

The sound was intoxicating to the senses.

Walking among everyone were barefoot young men wearing, only, an Exomis; A short loose tunic that ties over the left shoulder.

These young men varied from light hair to dark hair, tall to short and slim to muscular.

They were serving drinks in goblets and presenting displays of fresh fruit on wicker trays to the older men.

Some of the young men were feeding grapes, strawberries and slices of fruit to the men, as well.

These were obviously slave boys.

It was Caravagion scene, to say very the least.

As we entered the clearing, everyone bowed as we walked by.

Immediately, Rory and I were approached by two young men, who bowed and offered us a goblet and some fruit.

Keegan and Eric were standing right next to us but were completely ignored.

They, both, stood to our sides and remained totally silent, with their heads bowed.

Rory was looking around and, then, caught my eye and gave me a wink and a nod.

He clapped his hands twice and from out of the darkness came four muscular men dressed in short tunics, sandals, wide leather belts and vambraces.

These brutes would be Keegan’s and Eric’s guards for this evening.

They came, directly, over to Rory and myself and took hold of Keegan and Eric by their upper arms.

With a nod from Rory, they were led away to the other side of the clearing.

I hadn’t really noticed, before, but there were two upright wooden posts, over there, stuck in the ground with large iron rings attached near the center and at the top of them.

Keegan’s and Eric’s manacles were removed and their hands were quickly tied together with sisal rope that the guards took from their belts.

Eric’s sandals were removed and tossed aside.

Keegan was taken to one post and Eric was taken to the other.

One of the guards, then, pushed Eric’s arms above his head.

The other guard stood on a wooden stool, threaded a piece of sisal rope through the iron ring and, then, through the ropes looped around Eric’s wrists.

The guard that pushed Eric’s arms up, took hold of his forearms and lifted him up onto his toes.

Quickly, the other guard tied the rope securely to the iron ring.

After letting go, Eric found, himself, dangling on his tip-toes

At the very same time, Keegan was being tied to his post but to the iron ring in the center by the other two guards.

He was able to stand, flatly, on the ground.

Neither uttered a sound.

On each side the posts stood one of the guards, arms crossed and at attention.

Two benches were brought over for Rory and myself and we sat down.

The men that had been standing and sitting around began to gather in behind us in order

to view the scene that was about to unfold.

A slave boy walked up to me and handed me a fresh goblet and I was happy for it.

Rory leaned forward on his seat and raised his right arm.

One of Eric’s guards reached down and took another length of sisal rope and looped it around Eric’s left ankle.

The other guard took Eric by the hips and turned him to face inward towards the post.

Then, the other guard had gone around to the back of the post and pulled on the rope that was tied to Eric’s ankle.

This caused Eric’s left leg to come off the ground and to wrap around the post.

At the same time, the other guard grabbed Eric’s right ankle and wrapped his leg around the other side of the post.

Eric’s ankles were tied together and he was left to hang there.

Rory stood up and walked over to a wooden table that had a linen cloth draped over it.

He pulled back a bit of the covering and exposed two “cat-o-nine-tails” floggers.

There was something different about one of the floggers, though. It had been modified.

At the end of each leather strip was attached a small rubber ball with rubber spikes sticking out from it.

Rory looked over at me and said, “Eric really is sorry that he spilled that water on you, earlier today.”

Then, Rory took up the standard “cat-o-nine-tails”, strode over to Eric and began to flail it across his shoulders and upper back.

He whipped Eric carefully and with moderate lashes.

It wasn’t long before Rory began to flog Eric’s lower back, buttocks and hips, too.

Not a sound came from Eric’s mouth except a few deep sighs.

Rory, then, moved to the back-sides of Eric’s legs.

After a few minutes, a slave boy came up and offered Rory a goblet from which he drank readily.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he handed the goblet back to the slave boy and resumed Eric’s flogging with a bit more intensity.

He continued to flog Eric for a number of minutes until he abruptly stopped and walked back over to the wooden table and took hold of the modified flogger.

He took the instrument in his hand and dipped the rubber tips of it in a bucket of, what turned out to be, olive oil, that was under the table.

He walked back over to Eric and began to scourge him, randomly, from his shoulders to his legs with ever increasing blows.

Red marks and welts began to show on Eric’s body and the olive oil ran down in small streams, as if it were blood.

Rory dipped the flogger several times into the bucket of olive oil and continued, with some bravura, Eric’s scourging.

Eric was beginning to whimper by now. His hair was wet and there was a profuse amount of sweat running down his face.

Rory continued the beating for another ten minutes or so before he stopped flogging Eric and returned to his seat.

Eric just hung there, from the post, without moving.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead with a cloth and taking a long swig from his goblet, Rory raised his arm, again.

The two guards, of Eric, rolled in a large, round, tree stump and placed it between the upright post that Eric was hanging on and the benches that Rory and I were seated on.

It must have been five-feet in diameter and there were large iron rings attached, halfway around, on each side of it.

The two guards untied Eric’s ankles and, then, his hands and he slumped to the ground.

They prodded him with their feet and made him crawl over to the stump, where they laid him on his back and arched him over it.

The guards, then, bound his wrists and, once again, stretched his arms over his head and tethered them to the ring that was embedded in the tree trunk on the one side.

Then, the guards gave the tree trunk a push forward, which caused Eric’s feet to lift up and off the ground.

They quickly tied his ankles together and ran a line of sisal rope to the other iron ring that was located about ten-inches below Eric’s feet.

Once the rope was threaded through the iron ring, one of the guards took hold of Eric’s ankles and pulled down on them with all of his strength.

At the same time, the other guard tied the rope off, effectively stretching Eric’s body, to the limit, over the stump.

The sheer weight of the giant tree stump kept it from moving.

The two guards stepped back, as Rory stood up and walked over to Eric with the standard “cat-o-nine-tails” in his hand.

He began to flog Eric’s chest and stomach with moderate blows at first but he, quickly, moved to harder blows.

It wasn’t long before Rory was landing most of his blows on Eric’s nipples.

Eric was beginning to jerk and moan profusely at each blow.

Rory gave each of his nipples at least a dozen lashes before he moved to his stomach and, then, on to his thighs.

All through this frontal assault, never once did Rory strike Eric’s crotch area.

At the time, I thought it odd.

It was evident, though, that Eric very aroused by the whipping because you could see his hard cock pushing out the fabric of the loincloth that he was wearing.

Rory continued lashing Eric and moved down to his legs and, then, to his feet.

After a few more well placed hits, Rory motioned for the guards to come over and to roll the tree stump forward a bit further.

This exposed the soles of Eric’s feet.

Rory stepped slightly aside and began to lash the soles of his feet over and over, again, until Eric began to scream and writhe his head from side to side.

This did not deter Rory from applying the whip, even harder.

Minutes later and satisfied that Eric had been punished, enough, Rory motioned for the guards to release Eric and to put him on his feet.

Needless to say, that Eric could not stand on his own and the guards had to hold him up.

Then, They dragged him over and held him up in front of Rory.

Rory stood up and put his left hand on Eric’s head. Putting his fingers through his, now, sweat laden hair, he pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him passionately on the mouth.

The crowd of men applauded wildly to this show of Rory’s dominance and affection over Eric.

But this scene wasn’t over, yet.

Rory raised his hand and motioned for the crowd to quiet down and to back away.

Rory sat down, again, and motioned for the guards to, again, position Eric in front of him.

He looked up at Eric and said; “Are you ready for this?”

Through tears and in almost a whisper, Eric replied; “Yes, Sir.”

With that, Rory deftly ripped the linen loincloth off of Eric’s body.

Suddenly, total silence engulfed the crowd.

There, stood this beautiful young man, who had just been flogged to the point of passing out.

His lean, hairless, body glistened with sweat and was covered with random welts and marks but the thing that silenced the crowd was the sight of his black ball sac that hung below his erect cock.

Earlier in the day, Rory had tied off Eric’s ball sac with several elastrator bands and had covered the rubber bands with a few windings of thin sisal rope in preparation for the scene this evening.

Eric had been wearing the bands for the entire day and his testicles had died from the lack of blood flow, hours, ago.

Now, Rory motioned for the two guards to assist Eric to move around the circle of men in order for them to inspect his castration banding and to get a closer look at his blackened balls.

After a difficult walk around and with his feet dragging the ground most of the time, Keegan was, once again, standing in front of Rory.

Rory took a length of thin sisal rope and, after folding it in half, looped it around the head of Eric’s cock and tied it off, tightly, just under the glands. Then, he took each end of the rope, reached behind Eric and cinched it at his waist.

Eric’s cock swelled and stood straight up against his stomach.

Rory directed the two guards to hold Eric’s arms, firmly, in their grasp and from underneath a linen towel on his lap, Rory took a very sharp, curved, knife in his right hand and, with his left hand holding on to Eric’s scrotum and balls securely and, while pulling down on them at the same time, he removed his testicles and scrotum below the elastrator bands with one, smooth, horizontal slice.

Rory, then, placed Eric’s severed testicles and scrotum sack onto a silver plate and handed it to me.

He was, then, presented with a small cauldron of hot black tar by one of the slave boys and was handed a dauber by another, which he, then, dipped it into the tar.

While holding Eric’s right thigh with his left hand, he applied the hot tar to the wound beneath Eric’s cock and sealed off the entire area of the castration.

The searing heat and pain made Eric jerk and contort in the arms of his guards.

Rory ordered the guards to turn Eric around, as he stood up from his bench.

Rory lifted the front of his tunic and produced his fully erect cock.

He lifted his right hand to his face and spat into his hand and, then, reaching down, he spread the spittle onto Eric’s anus and worked it in to his fuck-hole.

With the two guards still holding Eric up, Rory aimed his cock with his right hand, found Eric’s boy pussy and plunged his cock in, with one hard thrust.

Eric groaned as Rory entered him and began to feverishly fuck his arse in front of everyone.

It was only a couple of minutes before Rory tensed up and emptied a copious amount of his man cum into Eric’s arse.

Rory pulled out of Eric and you could see the cum running down both sides of Eric’s inner thighs.

Rory motioned for the guards to turn Eric around to face him and, as they did so, they pushed him down onto his knees.

Rory told Eric to open his mouth and to use his tongue to clean off the cock that just fucked him.

Eric opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and, greedily, lapped at Rory’s cock and licked all traces of his boy-dirt from it.

Pleased with this, Rory patted him on the cheek.

Then, he reached over and took the silver plate from me that held Eric’s testicles and scrotum,

showed them to Eric and, then, held them up to the crowd.

They cheered wildly, as Rory ceremoniously carried the plate to one of the burning braziers and emptied it into the flames.

More exuberant calls and cheers came from the crowd!

He walked back over to Eric, took him into his arms, kissed him deeply and whispered into his ear; “Now, you’ll always be my beloved eunuch boy.”

With that, Rory motioned for a cloak and wrapped it around Eric to cover his nakedness and to keep him warm.

He picked Eric up in his arms, carried him over and laid him down, beneath a tree, on a mattress of pine needles in a fragrant stand of Fir trees, just outside the circle.

Eric was sound asleep before his head touched the ground.

Rory, then, came over to me and said; “It’s time for Keegan’s ordeal to begin.”

“Everyone’s waiting.”

I stood up and we both walked through the crowd and over to the post that Keegan was tied to.

The two guards that had tied Keegan to the upright post were still standing, there, one on each side of him.

I motioned to them and ordered them to strip Keegan of his loincloth and his sandals.

Straight away, they proceeded to manhandle him a bit before they roughly tore his loincloth off and threw it to the ground.

In a second, one of the slave boys snatched it up and ran off with it.

While one of the guards began to untie Keegan’s hands, the other one removed his sandals and threw them into the crowd.

They howled with affirmation!

Keegan looked awesome standing there in his nakedness.

His entire torso was completely tanned and the only hair on his body was the curls on his head and a small, narrow, patch of auburn brown pubic hair, just above that thick, uncut, cock of his.

His body begged to be used and abused and besides that, he really, really, loved to be tortured.

Well, tonight, one of Keegan’s darkest fantasies was about to come true.

I gave a signal to his guards and they proceeded to tie his hands, together, in front of him.

With that done, one of the guards took a long wooden branch and inserted it under Keegan’s left arm pit, worked it through and across his back and, then, pushed it under and through his right arm pit.

This completely immobilized Keegan’s upper body.

The guards took hold of the branch from each side and, literally, drug Keegan over to me.

I looked into those intense green eyes of his, turned away, and called out for the guards to bring Keegan, along, behind me.

Rory led the way with a torch in his hand.

The rest of the crowd followed, close, behind.

We went deep into the woods and, before long, came into another clearing among the trees.

Rory walked around and lit a number of braziers that outlined the perimeter and illuminated the clearing.

It took a few moments to become accustomed to the light but once we did, you could see a stack of hay bales lined-up across one end of the clearing and there was a large wooden cross lying, up, against them. The bales stood three high and three deep. Over the hay bales and the cross, stretched the large branch of a tree that disappeared, somewhere, into the darkness. There were, also, hay bales lined up around the clearing, except for where we entered.

The cross or Stipes was about fourteen-feet long and the cross piece or Patibulum was about six-feet long. It was made of rough-cut Hemlock and was about six-inches by ten-inches in dimension. The Patibulum was fixed at about three-feet from the top of the Stipes and there was a large iron ring attached to each end of it. It was made of the same dimensional lumber as the upright. The final part of the cross was horizontal wooden block or Sedulum that was attached to the Stipes about three-feet down from the Patibulum. Finally, the cross piece or Patibulum was lying across the tope-edge of the stack of hay bales and the foot of the cross rested across a hole that had been dug into the ground.

Next to the hole in the ground was a pile of large wooden shivs and a sledge hammer.

Rory and I strode in and went directly up to the cross and stood there.

The guards that had Keegan followed, behind, us.

When they entered the clearing, the guards pushed Keegan towards us.

As Keegan stumbled towards Rory and I, he lost his footing and fell to the ground in front of us.

I looked down at him and in a loud voice, I shouted....... “Crucify Him!”

The crowd resounded with overwhelming approval!

The guards, standing right behind him, lifted him to his feet by means of the branch that ran under his arm pits.

By this time, the rest of the crowd had entered the clearing and were seating themselves, here and there on the surrounding hay bales.

All of the slave boys, however, sat down on the grass in front of their masters.

Without saying another word, I turned and gave Keegan a kiss on the mouth.

Looking down, I saw that Keegan was hard as a rock and I gave his cock a good squeeze.

He was dripping a bit of pre-cum from his cock and some of it dripped onto my hand.

As I walked away from Keegan, I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked his boy juice off of my hand.

Stepping back, I ordered the guards to untie Keegan from his yoke and for one of them to stand directly behind him and to keep hold of both of his arms.

Then, Rory snapped his fingers and the two guards that looked after Eric appeared from out of the darkness.

Each one of them went to opposite sides of the cross and retrieved a coil of thick sisal rope from the top of the hay bales and stood, there, at attention with the rope in their hands.

With another snap of his fingers, Keegan’s second guard walked over to us.

He was, now, wearing a short brown leather apron with pockets over his tunic and was carrying a single-handed sledge hammer that was hanging from a leather strap that was attached to his thick waist belt.

He would act as the nailer.

A moment went by and I clapped my hands as a sign for the crucifixion to begin.

The guard that was restraining Keegan shoved him over to the cross.

He pushed him so hard that he fell across the upright beam of the cross.

Before Keegan could right himself, the guard grabbed him by the shoulders and twisted him around and pressed his back onto the upright beam of cross.

The two guards that were standing at attention, laid their coils of rope down and immediately stepped in and took hold of Keegan by his underarms and pulled him up to where the crossbeam or Patibulum intersected the upright and held him there.

The guard that had pushed Keegan, then, went over to a basket that was sitting on top of the hay bales. From it, he retrieved a ten-inch by two and one-half-inch, curved, dildo and affixed it to the wooden block that was attached to the upright, about three-feet down from the crossbeam.

Then, the guard went back over to a clay pot that was sitting next to the basket, reached in and pulled out a handful of grease.

He walked back over to the cross and proceeded to coat the huge dildo with a copious amount the grease.

As the guard stood there performing his task, the two guards that were holding Keegan kept hold of Keegan’s arms with one hand and reached down, took hold of his legs, and began to pull him down the upright, on his back, towards the dildo.

Just before Keegan’s anus came in contact with the bulbous head of it, the guard slapped a glob of grease between his arse-cheeks and, then, walked away.

The guards continued to pull Keegan down and you could hear him panting as his boy-pussy came into contact with the dildo.

This was followed by deep breaths and heavy exhaling, as Keegan was impaled, inch by inch, on the horse-sized dildo without stopping.

One last pull by the guards and the last four-inches of the dildo passed through Keegan’s second sphincter muscle and lodged deep within him.

You could see Keegan shutter at the intrusion.

With all ten-inches of the monster dildo inside of him, Keegan was firmly attached to the wooden block that served as a quasi-seat to the cross.

The guards continued to hold Keegan in place, as I walked up to the cross and placed my hands on Keegan’s stomach.

By rubbing my hands over his abdomen, I could feel the length and the girth of the dildo that filled Keegan’s arse and bowels. It felt firm but flexible and I found that by squeezing my hand up its’ length, I was able to feel the head of it through the skin of Keegan’s stomach.

I was already hard when we came to the clearing but, now, I was so hard that it hurt!

Rory walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder, backed me away from Keegan and escorted me back to my bench, where I would watch his crucifixion from.

Once I was out of the way, the guards let go of Keegan’s legs and they hung down over the sides of the upright beam.

They kept hold of Keegan’s arms, though, and, at the same time, applied downward pressure on his shoulders. This and with the weight of his dangling legs, Keegan was kept fully impaled.

Rory, now, motioned for the guard, who was the nailer, to come over to him.

He leaned into him and spoke to him briefly and, then, in a commanding voice, shouted orders to the two guards to tie Keegan’s arms down to the crossbeam of the cross.

The guards proceeded to take some lengths of sisal rope and wrap them, first, around Keegan’s fore-arms and the crossbeam and, secondly, around his upper arms and under his arm pits and the crossbeam. Then, they tied Keegan’s ankles together and lashed them to the front of the upright beam.

When the guards were finished doing this, they walked to the ends of the crossbeam and took hold of Keegan’s wrists with both of their hands and held them, firmly, against the wooden crossbeam so that he couldn’t move.

With a nod of affirmation from me, Rory stepped over to the right-side of the cross and he ordered the nailer to come over and join him.

Rory leaned over and pressed Keegan’s left hand open and felt around his palm with his fingers.

At the same time, the nailer reached into his leather apron and pulled out a seven-inch spike with a square shaft, three-eights of an inch across. It was made of surgical stainless steel and the shaft had been finely honed to a razors-edge, from its’ point and up to about two-inches from the nail head.

The nailer, also, pulled out a wooden plaque that was round and about two and one-half-inches in diameter and one-quarter-inch thick. In the center of the plaque was a three-eights of an inch square-hole cut out of it.

Then, the nailer took the plaque and slid it onto the spike and held it up for everyone to see.

The crowd was absolutely still.

The only sound that could be heard was Keegan’s heavy breathing and the chirping of crickets in the grass around us.

In a loud voice, Rory ordered the guards to hold onto Keegan’s wrists and, with that, he put his right hand over the left hand of the nailer that held the spike and directed the nail to a spot in Keegan’s palm.

Rory, now, applied enough pressure to the nailers hand, that the point of the spike began to pierce the skin of Keegan’s palm.

With that, Rory removed his hand and, as he did so, the nailer brought up the single-handed sledge hammer over his shoulder and brought it down on the head of the spike.

The force of the nailer’s blow was strong enough to drive the spike through Keegan’s hand and half-way into the wooden crossbeam.

Blood sprayed from the tear in Keegan’s hand, as the spike went in!

At this, loud gasps came from the crowd of onlookers!

Keegan screamed and his body writhed, as the spike pierced his palm. He continued to scream and writhe as the nailer drove the spike through his hand and firmly secured him to the wooden crossbeam.

Once the plaque and the head of the spike reached Keegan’s palm, the bleeding stopped.

The wooden plaque acted like a washer and prevented further bleeding from the wound in Keegan’s hand, caused by the spike going through it.

Without delay, Rory and the nailer walked over to the other side of the cross and nailed Keegan’s right hand to the beam in the very same way.

This time, Keegan not only screamed and writhed but, also, lost control of his bladder, as an arch of yellow piss streamed from his cock and onto the ground in front of him.

By now, the two guards that were holding onto Keegan’s wrists had let go and had gone back to the top of the hay bales, retrieved their coils of sisal rope and were tying the ends of the rope to the iron rings at each end of the crossbeam of the cross.

When they finished doing this, they took hold of the coils of rope and tossed them forward and over the thick tree branch that hung over the cross.

Walking straight ahead, the guards took hold of the ropes and began to pull on them.

By this time, the guard, who had greased Keegan’s dildo, was kneeling at the foot of the cross and, as the other two guards pulled on their individual ropes to raise the cross, he guided the base of it into the hole that was there.

As the cross came to stand straight up, the two guards pulled their ropes taught and tied them off around two adjacent tree trunks that were behind the cross.

Then, they came over and, while supporting the cross with their hands, the guard, who was still kneeling at the base of cross, began to fill in the gaps between the base of the upright beam of the cross and the sides of the hole with the large wooden shims that were lying, in a pile, next to it.

Soon, he came to a point, where he had to pound the shims in and did so with the long-handled sledge hammer that was lying there.

After pounding in several more shims, the cross was planted, solidly, in the ground.

Keegan was no longer screaming, as the cross was being raised from the ground and into its’ upright position.

He just hung from it, quietly, with his head bowed down.

Rory stood at the foot of the cross and gave Keegan a visual examination and determined that it was safe to continue with the scene.

Rory, immediately, ordered the two guards, that raised the cross, to untie Keegan’s feet and to take hold of his ankles from each side of the cross.

With that, Rory and the nailer walked behind the cross.

The nailer, then, reached into his apron and produced a third stainless steel spike and another wooden plaque that he slid onto it.

Rory motioned to the guard that was holding Keegan’s right ankle and ordered him to pull Keegan’s leg behind the upright beam of the cross. In the same breath, Rory ordered the other guard to take Keegan’s left ankle and pull his other leg behind the upright at the same time, too.

Earlier, Rory had confided in me that he had something very special in mind for Keegan’s crucifixion scene but that he wanted to surprise me with it.

It was the traditional Roman practice to nail the victims feet to the front of the cross or on the sides of it.

Rory, then, took Keegan’s right foot out of the guards hand, turned it slightly and pressed the top of it, with his toes pointing downwards, against the back of the wooden upright beam.

Looking over to the other guard, he ordered him to firmly hold Keegan’s left foot in the same position and to hold it close to him.

Now, holding Keegan’s right foot against the cross and with the sole of his foot pointing outwards, Rory, once again, pressed around Keegan’s sole with his fingers, found the right spot and placed the tip of the spike on it.

The tip of that spike was so sharp that blood appeared the moment it touched Keegan’s skin.

This time, the nailer held the single-handed sledge hammer close to the head and, with Rory’s urging, he began to tap the nail into Keegan’s foot with small but deliberate strikes of the hammer.

Blood spurted from where the spike was entering and Keegan jerked his leg but Rory held on to it and kept him from moving his foot.

It only took two taps of the hammer for the spike to pierce Keegan’s right foot and to begin to enter the wooden beam.

Rory ordered the nailer to stop and to step back from the cross.

Then, Rory took hold of Keegan’s ankle and heel and, carefully, worried his foot away from the beam.

Sticking out from the top of Keegan’s foot was about three-quarters of an inch of the spikes pointed tip and there was blood trickling down the sides of his foot, too.

The nailer stepped back up to the cross and took Keegan’s right foot from Rory’s hand.

It took only seconds for Rory to take Keegan’s left foot from the guard, find the right spot on his sole with his fingers and line up the tip of the protruding spike from his right foot with it. He clamped them, together, with both of his hands.

The sharp point of the spike pierced the bottom of Keegan’s left foot and Rory pressed them both against the upright beam.

With a nod from Rory, the nailer drove the spike through both of Keegan’s feet and into the wooden upright beam. It took five more solid blows of the hammer to drive the spike completely through both of Keegan’s feet and in to the wood in order to affix them to the cross.

Examining his work for a moment, the nailer noticed that there was a small amount of blood that was trickling down the soles of Keegan’s feet and running between his toes.

The nailer raised his hammer and gave the spike another blow.

The plaque sealed the gap between Keegan’s feet and the nail head and the bleeding stopped.

Keegan screamed through the nailing of his feet and involuntarily attempted to raise himself off the wooden seat-block in an attempt to avoid the assault of the hammer but the dildo was imbedded too deep in him and he just slumped back and down onto it.

Now, one of the most awesome things, through this whole scene, was to see Keegan’s cock totally hard the entire time.

With that being said, it was now my turn and I stepped up to the foot of the cross.

Facing the cross, I was eye-level with Keegan’s crotch.

By nailing his feet behind the upright beam, it caused Keegan’s thighs to open wide and his hips to thrust forward.

This exposed his cock and balls in the most vulnerable way that they could be.

I realized that Keegan had suffered this evening but, on the other hand, he wanted to suffer and he begged me to have this done to him.

The nailer walked up to me and handed me a small stainless steel spike that was only three-inches long. However, it was made, just the same, as the larger ones and was just as sharp.

This time, no wooden plaque was used.

As I said before, during the entire scene, Keegan’s cock was rock hard and that uncut thing stood straight up against his stomach.

His ball sac, however, hung over the rounded edge of the wooden seat-block that he was impaled upon.

A hay bale was brought over by one of the guards for me to stand on.

I stepped up on to it with the tree-inch spike in my left hand and a small hammer in my right hand.

I took the three-inch spike, found the center of Keegan’s scrotum, just under the base of his cock and placed the tip of the spike, there.

I looked up at Keegan’s face for a moment, looked back down and drove the spike through his scrotum, until the head of the spike flattened the skin against the wooden seat-block at the top rounded edge.

Keegan never lifted his head.

He just let out a loud groaning sound.

I reached with my left hand and felt the skin around the head of the spike to make sure that I had nailed Keegan’s scrotum, snugly, to the wood.

I gave the spike one more blow to make sure.

Again, Keegan groaned.

The head of the small spike was about three-quarters of an inch in diameter and it separated Keegan’s testicles, perfectly.

The nailer stepped back over to me and took the hammer from my hand.

Next, I reached over with my left hand and took hold of Keegan’s thigh.

With my right hand I took hold of Keegan’s erect cock and peeled the foreskin back, exposing the glands and the head.

Then, I pulled it away from his stomach and pushed it down between his separated testicles.

Keegan’s cock is a bit over eight- inches long when it’s hard.

As I pulled it down, the head of Keegan’s boy-cock reached well below the middle of the wooden seat-block that he was impaled upon.

Sweet!!

I let go of Keegan’s thigh as the nailer handed me another three-inch spike.

Again, no wooden plaque.

Holding it in my left hand, I reached over, turning my hand perpendicular to his cock. I used the side of my hand to keep the shaft of Keegan’s erect cock held down against the wood , while

I positioned the tip of the spike over the center of Keegan’s swollen cock-head.

I took my right hand away and reached for the hammer that the nailer was holding for me.

Without hesitating, I swung the hammer hard and drove the spike straight through Keegan’s cock-head and into the wood.

This time, Keegan groaned even louder, as I continued to pound the spike through his cock-head and deeper into the wood of the seat-block.

Keegan’s cock began to shoot stream after stream of thick boy-cum.

It shot downwards to the ground and onto my feet and didn’t stop for, what seemed like, an eternity.

Near the end of his orgasm, his cum came out, bloody, though!

Keegan’s glands and cock-head swelled up with blood, as I nailed it down, and with his cock throbbing, as his cum traveled up through his urethra and shot out of his piss slit, the pressure of it all caused his cock to bleed inside and to spray blood from the outside, where the spike pierced the skin.

I stood back and looked at my beautiful boy, up there, on the cross.

There was one last thing to do, though, to complete Keegan’s crucifixion..

Out of the darkness and from behind the cross, each of the two guards carried in a wooden ladder.

One guard propped his ladder onto the left side of the crossbeam and the other guard propped his ladder onto the right side of the crossbeam.

The two guards ascended their respective ladders at the same time until their waists met the top edge of the crossbeam.

Leaning over it and in unison, the guards began to untie the sisal ropes that held Keegan’s arms against the cross.

First they both untied his forearms and, then, they untied the ropes around his upper arms and arm pits.

With one hand on each of Keegan’s shoulders, the guards dropped the sisal ropes to the ground.

I was so taken by the sight of Keegan up on the cross that I hadn’t noticed that Rory had walked up beside me and put his arm around me.

He squeezed my arm and I looked into his face.

He lifted his hand up and signaled the guards to let go of Keegan’s shoulders.

Keegan’s upper body, immediately, fell away from the cross and, now, the only thing that held him to it were the spikes that were nailed through his hands, feet, cock and balls.

He lifted his head and looked at me but he didn’t utter a word. He just stared at me.

The guards descended from their ladders and pulled them away from the cross.

Keegan was, now, truly crucified!

I stood, there, almost in a trance, and studied Keegan’s face.

I had fantasized about doing this to him all week but those thoughts were nothing compared to doing the real thing.

Looking deep into his eyes, I could sense from him, that even though he was in tremendous pain and discomfort, he was willing and content to experience his suffering on the cross.

I said to Keegan; “Nod your head, if you’re in too much pain and you want me to have you taken down from the cross.”

Instead of nodding his head, Keegan slowly opened his mouth and in a raspy voice said; “Don’t, Sir!”

Rory heard me speak to Keegan and he heard Keegan’s answer.

He walked up to the cross, examined Keegan, then came over to me and said; “He’s doing just fine.” “I’ll let you know when he needs to come down.”

I stepped around to the back of the cross and looked at Keegan’s feet. They were nailed solidly against the wooden upright beam. The head of the spike was almost at the center of his right foot and I could tell that it had, also, gone through the center of his left foot, too.

There was a trail of blood running from the head of the pike, down Keegan’s foot, through his toes and down the wooden upright beam.

I couldn’t help but take my right hand and press it onto Keegan’s feet. It was so erotic to feel the head of the spike against the sole of his foot and to feel his wet blood with my hand.

It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t really looked at the nails in Keegan’s hands.

I walked back around to look at them, only to find Keegan beginning to struggle a bit.

He was twisting himself on the seat-block of the cross and at the same time, he was pulling at the spikes in his hands.

The nailer had done his job well and Keegan’s movements only caused him to fuck himself with the dildo and to make his hands bleed, slightly, at the nail heads.

Keegan gave up, almost immediately and slumped once more on the cross.

I walked back to my bench and sat down.

The crowd that was there began to walk around Keegan’s cross and look at him.

All I could do was sit there and watch Keegan.

Before I realized it, all of the slave boys had removed their tunics and were either sucking a cock, having their cock sucked or getting fucked by one.

It turned into a complete orgy!

I got up, stepped over several people and, once more, stood in front of Keegan.

I pulled up my tunic, tucked it into my belt and began to stroke my cock with my right hand while I looked up at Keegan.

I was so turned on that it only took a minute or so for me to shoot my load into my left hand.

I raised my hand to Keegan’s mouth and rubbed my cum on his lips.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the rest of my cum off my hand.

At the same time, Keegan’s body tensed up and more of his boy-cum oozed from the piss slit of his nailed down cock.

Keegan stayed on the cross for another hour or so before he passed out and we took him down from it.

Epilogue:

Rory directed Keegan’s removal from the cross.

The cross was lowered down to its’ original position on the hay bales. The stainless steel nails that were used in Keegan’s crucifixion had been specially designed by Rory and, then, fabricated for him. The heads of all the nails were actually stainless steel bolts that, had, had their heads filed down to resemble spike heads. To remove Keegan from the cross, all Rory had to do was to unscrew the spike heads and slide Keegan’s hands, feet, cock and balls off the posts.

The four guards that assisted with the crucifixion were standing ready with a stretcher, which they placed Keegan on and carried him back to Rory’s house, where he cleaned and sutured his wounds.

We stayed the night at Rory’s, so that Rory could observe Keegan and make sure that he was all right.

Later Sunday afternoon, I took Keegan home, where he has been recuperating ever since.

His wounds have healed and you can hardly notice, where the nails pierced the skin.

With that being said, I’m ready to continue with Keegan’s training.