I slowly remembered that I had work to do today. As the city “whipper”, I had two men to drive out of the city and up the hill of their crucifixion. I bathed and dressed for my day’s work then walked to the prison at the edge of the city. There the prisoners waited for their punishment. Their crucifixion was to take place on the hill south of the city. Because they were to carry their crossbeams to this place, my services would be required to keep them moving, and to administer their whipping before they made the walk.

I came up to the prison gate and greeted the guards. “Good morning Lucius and Phillip.”

“Good day to you Marcus. Are your ready for the day’s entertainment?” They laughed as they spoke. The gate was opened for me and I entered the courtyard. The two condemned were in the center of the courtyard tied to posts. They looked like men about to be executed as their heads hung low. Stripped nude, their bodies were quite remarkable. Both were young men, muscled and in fine shape. Their skin glistened in the sun as they have been body shaved. I noticed as I drew closer that both possessed good sized genitals and their penises were circumcised. Their thick cocks hung over large sacks with egg sized testicles in them. I smiled as I walked by and could feel my own penis stiffen. They would make excellent subjects for the day’s ritual.

Such punishment as crucifixion was rare in the city, as most men did not break the laws that required it. But these two were unlucky. They had been made prisoner in a battle with our neighboring city. Not only were they caught, but they were caught in the act of butchering prisoners from our army. After peace was established, they were made pawns of war and were sentenced to crucifixion as an appeasement to our soldiers.

I had served as a soldier in the war, and was not feeling any mercy for them either.

“Good morning Marcus.” Said the Commander of the prison as I walked toward him.

I replied, “Yes it is a good day for this punishment of our enemies. Can you have the prisoners tied for their lashing on the podium, so that the Regiment can witness it?”

“Certainly, that will be of great interest to my men.”

He ordered his Sergeant to make it so, and it only took five minutes for the guards to have the prisoners tied spread eagle to the trellis on the podium. I mounted this stage and looked over the selection of whips at my disposal. There were a half dozen, from the beaded, Bull, nine tails, barbed, razor and bamboo flail. All were designed for different tasks and I was a master of all of them. As I would begin with their back side, I first chose the Bull whip. It would cut up and sting their backs and asses so that the salt rub could do its work. The trellis was made to pivot so the onlookers could get a good view of the side I was whipping.

I walked up behind the darker of the men and as I was getting excited my stiff cock prodded his ass as I leaned over his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “I know this is going to hurt, but it will only be the beginning as I will whip this next.” And I ran my hand around the front of him and down to grasp his penis. I gave it a few yanks and he responded by getting semi hard. I then stepped back two paces and began to lash his back side. The first is always the worst lash for a man, and he let out a shrill scream that pierced the air. He jerked and writhed against his restraints as I counted out twenty lashes to his ass, legs and lower back. The marks were red from the blood and small rivers ran down his legs. “We can’t have you bleeding to death so soon.” I took some salt paste and smeared it on his fat round ass and legs. He screamed louder from that than from the whipping.

The other man was lighter skinned, blond and of a slightly smaller build – really my type - and he had an even fatter and more ample ass. As I walked to him I noticed that his cock was already semi hard. Apparently he had enjoyed his comrade’s whipping a little. As I nudged his ass and my stiffening prick slid between his soft ass cheeks, his penis grew rigid and sprang upward into my hand. I dared not jerk it for fear he would cum to soon and spoil the fun later. “Do not worry, I will make you cum in time, but you may not like the manner as much as you would with my cock in your ass.” I then stepped back and gave him his twenty lashes on that beautiful ass. He partially fainted when I rubbed the salt on it.

Meanwhile, the regiment of soldiers who were witnessing this were enjoying themselves at the sight of the prisoner’s torment. Years of barracks life had trained them in the homoerotic pleasures of male torture, and they were rubbing their own stiffening members as they watched.

As the guards pivoted the trellis around so the two prisoners now faced the audience, I walked over to my accessories table. With my back to the regiment, I changed my garb. I slipped off my tunic and shorts and strapped on a genital harness made of thin leather straps. It went around my waist and reached under and around my cock and balls, pulling them up and out. My now fully stiff penis jutted out over 8 inches. As I turned around the audience of soldiers gave a cheer and quickly joined me in exposing their own manhood in various ways. Some pulling their belts under their sack and making their cock and balls bulge outward, some just dropping their shorts.

“Now I will begin the ‘manhood punishment’ phase.” They all cheered again. I gave the guards a couple of genital harness’ similar to mine, but also equipped with an extra belt. They put them on the prisoners and the extra belt held their penis up. It was so that their scrotums would be exposed more as the harness was wound around them tightly. The dark one had a fat long penis that was held up semi hard in the harness. His shaved balls bulged outward in his light brown scrotum. The blond stood there looking at me with tears running down his cheeks. My eyes drifted down his body, past his well defined pectorals, over his smooth slightly rounded belly, to his bound manhood. His penis was as hard as could be and his testicles protruded in their almost transparent scrotum. His balls were shaped differently than the dark man’s. His were lemon sized and shaped. The blonde’s were longer and shaped like short fat bananas. They stood out as a perfect pair encased in their pink sack. Almost a shame what I was about to do to them.

First I used the Cat of nine tails on their chests. Making their tits red and their nipples sore. I did about 15 stokes on each man, making them scream for mercy. Next I whipped their testicles. For this I used the beaded whip. It was a flexible leather cord that was tipped with a ceramic bead about one inch in diameter. I was so practiced with it I could swat flies using it. This was the exclusive whip used for testicles as it was just the right weight so as to not pulverize them, just hurt them like hell. I began with the dark man and slowly gave his balls twenty strokes on each nut. I was that good. His first reaction was a yell then as the pain settled into his belly, he just gasped opened mouthed and sobbed. I took about a minute between blows so that by the last one, his penis was rock hard and starting to drip pre cum. When I turned to the blonde, he was breathing deeply and his own hard cock was starting to drip just from watching me whip the other man’s balls. I decided to add a little extra for his ball beating. I went to the accessories table and retrieved a wooden peg. It had a 2 inch bulb on the end that necked down to a shaft of 1 and ½ inches and was a foot and a half long. I smeared it with tallow then walked behind the blonde boi. I took a glob of tallow and slowly, almost lovingly, smeared it into his ass crack and into his anus. My fingers lingered in his ass and he gave out a small moan as I massaged his prostate. I then took the bulbed end of the peg and pushed it against his anus. He arched his back and accepted the object, actually helping me by pushing against it. As I walked around in front of him the audience of men were silent except for the slapping of their dicks as they stroked them. His eyes were closed and he was moaning in pleasure. They popped open soon enough as I struck the first blow with the bead on the side of his left nut. He didn’t really scream. It was more of a gasp and sound of letting out pure sensation. I alternated nuts and after ten blows on each I decided he liked it best on his right one. So there I stayed for the next twenty blows. He started to cum after the first five. At each blow he would shoot a spurt. Then it would just flow out during the few seconds I would wait until hitting his ball again. All during the orgasm the peg wagged in his ass like a dog’s tail. A happy dog. Then as I hit the testicle the 18th time he stopped Cumming. After all how much cum can a man produce. And he just grunted with each of the last few blows.

I stopped and turned to the audience. They were all jerking very hard and most were spurting too. My own penis was purple and throbbing as it twitched up and down. I reached down and pinched its head hard to stop the spurt.

“Now they will walk to their crucifixion.” I commanded and the guards untied their arms and legs and lashed the crossbeams to their shoulders. They began to walk off the stage as I directed but I had to swish the beaded whip near their sore sacks to keep them moving. Out the prison gates we proceeded, down the city streets, into the crowd of jeering civilians. This was all part of the punishment. The ultimate shaming of these proud soldiers now naked with their manhood tied obscenely on display. The blonde had the added shame of wearing the peg in his ass through the streets. “Faggot” they shouted. They threw rocks at their manhood and hit at their testicles with sticks.

The street was lined with civilians and the regiment followed behind the prisoners. At intervals of 3-400 yards there were stations where the poor men could rest. But rest at a price. They could push their crossbeams up onto stands where the weight would be held and their feet would barely touch the ground. They could rest like this as long as they wanted, but while resting, I would beat their already throbbing testicles with the beaded whip. Finally after a half dozen blows they would let out a scream and recommence their walk. There were ten of these stations along the rout and each time the crowd would chant out the count of the blows to their balls before they would walk again. The blonde could not stand it for very long and would walk again after only one or two blows on the last few stations, but the dark man could take up to ten.

Eventually we reached the top of the hill and place of crucifixion. They both sank to their knees when we stopped. There were two prepared posts in the ground waiting the crossbeams. The guards quickly flipped then onto their backs and they let out a scream as the earth and rocks rubbed on their sore backs. The cords around their wrists were tightened and the other bindings on the crossbeams were undone. Then the cross beams were hoisted up to the top of the posts ,and dropped into place. Their dangling legs were then tied and foot rests driven into the sides of the uprights under their feet. My blonde’s ass peg was slid into a hole in the upright and he let out a gasp when he let himself sink onto it. He would then endlessly fuck himself as he rose and fell on the cross. In order to be equal to both, the dark man had a peg inserted into his ass too, although it took some doing to get it into him. But once inside, it was there for good.

Then we all just watched as the two men began to dance on the cross and fuck themselves with their rest pegs. The crowd was almost silent and the most noise was from the gasps of the humiliated prisoners as they pumped their asses onto the pegs and thrust their manhood into the air. It was the blonde who was first to get into it, and he soon was pumping rhythmically. I reached up and untied the belt around his penis and let it flop up and down. Soon he was shooting long ropes of cum into the air as he fucked himself. The crowd cheered wildly and hooted insults.

The dark man took longer and needed an assist as I untied his cock and yanked it a couple of dozen times to get him hard. Then he shot a long looping rope of man juice and let out a scream as he too experienced the ultimate humiliation.

Then slowly the crowd started to pick up the chant. “Castrate them. Nut the faggots. Cut off their balls.”

One of the guards brought out a 3 foot long raw hide cord and looped it around the dark man’s scrotum. To the end he tied a lead weight. He let it drop. Snap. He let out a scream as his balls were pulled down a foot from his groin. The scrotum slowly went from pinkish purple to dark purple, then black as his testicles died. I reached up with my sword and sawed through the scrotal skin above the sack and his balls splattered on the ground. The crowd cheered.

The blonde’s fat bananas were next. He looked down at me a mouthed silently, “Please don’t.” as I cut his stretched scrotum loose and the weight thudded to the ground followed by the splat of his testicles.

This did not end the men’s suffering though, as the straps around the base of their sacks stopped the bleeding and they continued to dance on the cross for hours more. The crowd slowly dissipated and I was the last to leave with only two guards left to watch them die.

I could not sleep. The thought of the blonde’s last silent words haunted me. His fat round soft ass. His now nut less groin with that pretty penis. I tossed and turned sweating up my bed. I got up in a shot and got dressed. I ran down to the hill and up to the place where they were still dancing their last. The dark man was moaning and bumping up and down onto his peg. My blonde was motionless. Was he dead? A few coins to bribe the guards and he was down on the ground. He was breathing. I carried him back to my house.

Two months later as I sat on my patio looking out at the sea below I turned to look at Eric. He was cleaning up the remains of lunch and was turned sideways to me. The arch of his back slopping down to his generously rounded ass looked marvelous. Even the scars from the whip added to the look of it. My decision to ring his permanently soft penis was a good one I thought as I looked at how nice it looked tied up to the cord around his waist. As he turned and walked to me he smiled. The soft wrinkled skin of the remains of his scrotum flapped back and forth, weighted by the row of rings running down it. “Come over here Eric. I want to put my cock into that round soft ass of yours right now.” And he did almost cum from my cock in him. Then he cried.

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