Crucified

Crucified Part Ten By Randall Austin

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Once inside the `crucifixion' room, Spencer ordered Darrin to disrobe, as he and Camden started unbuttoning their shirts.

Darrin, terrified, timidly asked, "What are you going to do?"

Spencer looked serious as he removed his shirt, "What reparative therapy' protocol, in this situation, commands us to do! It is said that to everything there is a season'. `A time for this, and a time for that', and so on. And since you are having a problem walking the straight and narrow path, it follows that it must be time to correct the path your on. In short, it's time for you to be crucified!"

As Camden removed his shirt, he smiled, "We're going to bring you to a dual understanding; an understanding that homosexuality tears at the fabric of society, and an understanding of the meaning of strict obedience!"

Though Darrin was scared, he spoke boldly, "Fuck this, and let me out of here, now!"

Spencer was not amused by Darrin's crude language, as he unbuckled his trouser belt he warned Darrin, "That's enough swearing! Get that jumpsuit off now, or else we can shred it off of you with a whip!"

Darrin resignedly began removing his jumpsuit. As Spencer unzipped his trousers, he spoke to Darrin, reminding him of some of the things he had said to his cage mates, "So, you think you're being subjected to profound abuse, and you're `crizfuckin' tired of it? Boy, for that kind of talk you have earned yourself a powerful dose of discipline!"

The vehemence of Spencer's tone terrified Darrin; but at the same time Camden peeled off his trousers, and the fat cock that Darrin remembered so well plopped into view. Camden positioned his naked body brazenly in front of Darrin, and also began quoting some of Darrin's words to his cage-mates, "So you think I'm a `deluded and immature zealot'. Well homo boy, whatever you may think, a lot of society obviously doesn't agree with you; and that is why you are in this program. And because I happen to be in a position of authority over you, you will soon find yourself very sorry for ever having made that remark!"

Darrin, hesitating to remove his unbuttoned jumpsuit, plead his case, "Camden, I was just really upset and missing my family."

When Darrin saw nothing but threatening looks coming from the Collins brothers, he finally peeled off his jumpsuit.

Camden went up to Darrin, took a key to his chastity cage, and removed it.

As Spencer peeled off his trousers, he recalled another remark Darrin had made in the cage room, "Calling my father a nut job' and an alcoholic boozer' with the `brain of a housefly' revealed to me just how totally screwed up you are!"

Spencer kicked off his trousers, went up to Darrin, made a show of exposing his naked body to Darrin, grabbed him by the shoulder with his left hand, asked, "Do you know how much that comment hurt me?" and then slapped him on the face with his right hand.

Darrin let out a scream, and Camden shouted, "Stop your screaming, you worthless-ass, cock-suckin, homo-pervert! Put your hands in back of your head so we can check out your pits, ass, tits, and nads, and determine the best way to make you feel pain."

The naked homo slave did as ordered, and Camden continued, "Now spread your legs nice and wide for us, so that Spencer and I have full access to those parts of yours that you so like to abuse!"

"And let me warn you, we don't want to hear you screaming as Spencer and I do the things we have to do to you. The less you scream the more Spencer and I will respect you!"

The two naked fat-cocked brothers checked out every part of the frightened slave's naked body, like two lions admiring the prey that they would soon be devouring.

As Spencer checked out Darrin, he sneered, "So you think we're all brainless dick-heads here at Rosewood Heights?"

Darrin didn't answer.

Camden put his nose to Darrin's armpit, took a sniff, and smiled, "I smell fear, bro."

Spencer gently grabbed Darrin by the shoulder, "It's because Darrin knows he is going to be taught a lesson. A lesson about just how much we care about him, and how determined we are about transforming him into a straight boy just like ourselves. It's going to hurt a lot; but it's gotta hurt real bad `cause that's the only way homo boys learn!"

Camden joined in, "Yeah, we want you to know the full extent of our love and concern for you. What Spencer and I have to do to you now is only because we want you to know real manly love; not that homo love you're obsessed with and which has caused you to be led astray."

"But before we nail you on the cross we have to wash out that dirty mouth of yours, the one that loves to spit out all those swear words and nasty talk about my family and me."

The taut, naked, young counselor took a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Darrin's hands together in back of his head. He then had Darrin stand over a steel pole that was bolted to the floor and was about two and half feet tall. At the top of the pole was an open metal cuff. The pole was adjustable, and Camden brought the cuff on top of the pole up to the base of Darrin's perineum, and locked the cuff about the base of his cock and balls.

With Darrin locked in place by the root of his cock, and his hands cuffed together in back of his head, Camden pinched Darrin's nose with one hand to get him to open his mouth, then shoved a bar of soap into his mouth as far back as he could get it, causing Darrin to cough, heave, choke, and sputter.

As Camden worked the bar of soap in and out of Darrin's mouth, he asked, "You wanna give me some more naughty backtalk, homo boy?"

As Darrin sputtered "No, please stop!"

Camden continued, "This mouth of yours needs a good cleaning after all of the cocks and assholes it has no doubt sucked and licked!"

When Darrin gave a muffled cry of "Please, stop!" Camden pulled out the bar of soap, and fetched a pitcher of water and a basin.

With his Darrin's hands cuffed together in back of his head, and his body secured in place by a cuff about the base of his cock and balls that attached to a rod bolted to the floor, Camden fed Darrin several drinks of water and allowed him to rinse out his mouth, spitting the contents out into the basin.

As Darrin rinsed out his mouth, Camden laughed, "Look at him sweat, Spencer. He knows that he's finally going to get what's coming to him!"

Spencer approached Camden with two ferules, and handed one to his brother. The brothers, their cocks plumping, then stood and faced Darrin, while each brother, with menacing smiles, tapped the palm of their hands with their ferules.

Spencer poked his ferule into Darrin's chest, "Its tenderizing time, boy!"

Camden nodded, "Yeah, time to introduce every inch of your body to a little pain!"

The brother's proceeded to tap every part of Darrin's body with their ferules, occasionally giving out a fearsome swat to a buttock, arm, or thigh. Darrin yelped out of fear even when the blows were not severe.

With the counselor brothers' cocks at half erect status, Darrin could not help but be aroused by the handsome brothers, at the same time as he was constantly in fear for his safety. And their wicked smiles, as they taunted him with their ferules, only added to Darrin's sense of the terrifying eroticism of the moment.

After ten minutes of `tenderizing' Spencer set down his ferule, unlocked Darrin's cock from the pole cuff, and removed the handcuffs, "There, that was just the start of our session, now that we've got you nice and tender for the rest of your punishment and crucifixion.

Spencer pulled Darrin by his shoulder slightly to his left, and positioned him over a drain on the floor, "Kneel down!"

Darrin complied.

Camden was excited at the situation, "Yeah, on your knees where you belong, cocksucker! Camden reveled in Darrin's fear and addressed his brother, "Look Spencer, Darrin is nice and scared. I'd be scared too if I did the filthy homo-perv shit things that he has done!"

Spencer ordered Darrin to look up at them, and Darrin complied. The menacing aura that had filled Darrin with so much fear almost dissipated when he looked up and saw the two hot brothers looking down on him, with their taut, naked, bodies on raw display. He could smell their maleness, and could see their two fat cocks and dangling ball sacks were ever more engorged and covered in a light sheen of sex-sweat. Their dick tips appeared mean and hungry.

Spencer smiled at the helpless Darrin looking up at him. He gave him a heads-up, "When they crucified the unfit in olden times, they did all kinds of things that are not in the old history books. But my dad is a research anthropologist and he is in the forefront of breaking discoveries on how the condemned were crucified. Before they were nailed or tied to the cross, they spat on them and they did all kinds of other awful things to the condemned. And now, I'm afraid, we are going to have to do some of those same things to you."

Spencer stopped speaking and kept looking down on the terrified Darrin, and Darrin did not know what was going on. When he heard both brothers clear their throats and start gathering phlegm, he had some idea.

Camden leaned closer to Darrin, smiling through closed lips, and released a gob of spit that landed on Darrin's forehead. That was followed by a hawking sound from Spencer, and his gob of phlegmy spit landed on Darrin's nose.

Camden then reached down and rubbed the two brothers' saliva into Darrin's face. Darrin could see that Camden enjoyed it, for as he moisturized Darrin's face with his and his brother's saliva, his dick hardened. And in Darrin's eyes, immature zealot or not, Camden had one formidable dick shaft for a teen.

Camden spat again on Darrin's head and kept rubbing it in, "Let's get baldy's head polished up like a slave's head should be."

Camden's rubbing of the saliva into Darrin's face and baldhead had the effect on Darrin of calming him, and he was confused by the terror and sensuality of the moment. Second's ago he was terrified for his life, yet now the most debasing rubbing of his face resulted in a warm feeling engulfing his entire body.

His warm feeling was broken by a command from Spencer, "Open your mouth! Keep looking up at us, but open your mouth as wide as you can!"

Darrin complied, and once again he heard both brothers gathering an ocean of spit and phlegm in their mouths.

When his mouth was full of saliva, Spencer put his index finger into Darrin's mouth to get him to open his mouth even wider, and then aimed and spat, making a direct hit into the back of Darrin's mouth. He shouted out, "Bull's-eye!", and then seeing Darrin do a gag reflex he ordered him, "Swallow it! All of it!"

Darrin was able to comply. No sooner had he recovered when Spencer put his finger back into Darrin's mouth and ordered, "Now open up once again. Camden wants to get some in there."

Camden then gobbed another phlegmy load into Darrin's mouth, making another direct hit. Darrin swallowed it without being asked. The spitting session had plumped up Camden's teen prick considerably.

Darrin looked down at the floor from his kneeling position, and wondered again if what the two brothers were doing to him was really happening.

But his musing was interrupted when he felt warm water being poured on his back. He looked up, saw that Camden was pissing on him, and, startled, started to jump away in reaction, but Spencer was prepared and held him down with both hands on the top of his head.

Spencer explained, "They pissed on the condemned in olden times, so we have to piss on you."

Camden aimed his piss stream all about Darrin's back, finally moving his piss stream to hit Darrin's neck, and commented, "This is the kind of shower homos like you deserve!"

When Camden had emptied his bladder, Spencer grabbed his dick and aimed it into Darrin's ear, and let loose with a stream of golden counselor piss. As he peed, Spencer ordered, "Now look up at me and open your mouth. Do it! Now!"

Darrin complied, and Spencer aimed his stream into the homo's mouth, "Swallow it!"

Darrin coughed and choked, as piss ran out of his mouth, and managed to swallow only a small amount of Spencer's man piss.

As Spencer and Camden shook their dicks over Darrin's body to empty themselves of every last drop, Spencer explained, "We're got you nice and clean, and you probably enjoyed that, since I hear that you homos really like to piss on each other."

Camden and Spencer looked at each other and smiled. Spencer gave a nod to Camden, who then knelt down on all fours and stuck his ass up. Spencer instructed Darrin, "Get down on all fours behind Camden and start licking out his asshole!"

Darrin knelt down on all fours, and was at first unable to do as commanded. He then felt a stroke of Spencer's punishment strap on his ass. Spencer commanded, "I said start licking! Clean all around Camden's asshole with your tongue, and then you're to stick your tongue up his hole as far as it will go."

Another blow of the strap struck Darrin's ass and he quickly complied. He licked to avoid the strap, but another blow landed, and along with more instructions from Spencer, "Lick it like you mean it. As long as you remain a homo your lot is one of debasement. You will be servicing us in any which way we order you. We are trying to get you to see the error of your thinking; you do not have to like doing the things we know you like to do, such as drinking piss and licking out guys' assholes. What Cammie and I are trying to do is get you to take a hard look at the shit you do, and realize just how sick it is, and help you to understand that you do not have to wallow in this kind of filth!"

Encouraged by the strap, Darrin was able to get his tongue deeply up Camden's hole, and Camden helped him every step of the way by pushing and grinding his butt into his face.

After the licking session, when Camden finally stood up to change places on the floor with his older brother, Darrin noticed that both brothers' cocks were now purple-headed, vein-popping, hard, bouncing up and down, and were inviting attention of the irresistible kind. Their massive dick tips were slimed with precum.

Camden began strapping Darrin's behind, causing Darrin to plunge his tongue quickly and deeply into Spencer's asshole. It was a moment Darrin would never, in his wildest dreams, have imagined. Yet it was happening. He was drilling the ass of the stud of his dreams. It tasted so delicious to Darrin that he could not feel the belting Camden was giving his ass.

Once Spencer had his fill of Darrin's tongue up his ass, he stood up. Both brothers stood in front of Darrin and did obscene muscle-boy poses for him, showing off every inch of their straight-boy, muscled, nakedness. Homoboy Darrin was dazed in a way that defied classification; too afraid to be sexually aroused, yet so deliciously stunned he was unable to direct or control his feelings.

Spencer ordered Darrin to get back into a kneeling position, as Camden went and stood in front of Darrin, with his fat teen cock almost touching Darrin's nose as it bounced in front of him. Darrin could smell Camden's precumming cock head.

Spencer knelt down alongside of Darrin and put his hand on the back of Darrin's head, and guided it towards Camden's cock. Spencer instructed, "Okay homo fuck! It's blowjob time; start sucking!"

Despite the menacing tone in which the order was given, Darrin, pondering the big dick in front of him, was not especially flustered as Spencer guided his face into his younger brother's erection.

Before Darrin could get his lips around Camden's shaft, Spencer gave Darrin's ass a slap with his hand. Darrin quickly got Camden's dick into his mouth and started sucking. Once Darrin was sucking, Spencer began spanking him as he gave orders, "Suck Cammie's tube with everything you've got! Make my bro shiver! He likes a really strong sucking action! Slurp it down like you mean it!"

The hand spanking from Darrin's idol, as Camden rammed his cock down Darrin's throat, caused Darrin to suck harder than he had ever sucked before. He sucked so hard that Camden started to moan uncontrollably. Spencer encouraged Darrin, "If you want to be cured of your attraction to men, you'll put your faith in our therapy techniques. Do what we tell you! And now we're telling you to suck dick as if your life depended on it!"

Camden pulled out of Darrin's mouth, and his dick appeared larger to Darrin than any he had ever seen, all covered in his mouth juices. But before Darrin could fully take in all of the glory of Camden's rod, Spencer was standing in Darrin's place, ready for his sucking.

Camden knelt down next to Darrin to continue Darrin's spanking and sucking guidance. Camden, naked and covered in sex sweat, put his mouth to Darrin's face, "We just want you to be a straight guy like us!"

Camden then guided Darrin's face into Spencer's cock, and began spanking him. Darrin eagerly took Spencer's counselor rod into his mouth. Camden pushed his cock against Darrin's thigh and rutted on him as he spanked him.

As Camden spanked and rutted, and as Darrin intently sucked away on Spencer, Camden spoke, "All that we want is for you to be proud of yourself; and the only way you can be truly proud is to become a real man, a straight man like us. Isn't that what you want?"

Darrin nodded his head up and down with Spencer's long, fat, cock in his mouth. The rubbing of Spencer's dick tip against Darrin's throat brought Spencer so close to cumming that he quickly pulled out.

Spencer, all muscled, covered in man sweat, and his cock sticking straight up, taut, and mean-looking, pulled Darrin to his feet. Camden stood next to him and Darrin could see both of the brothers naked and erect for a full comparison. Erected to the hilt, it was hard to tell which brother had the thicker and longer dick. Spencer's balls, though, were larger and hung lower than Camden's. Both brothers tensed their muscles and flexed their biceps for Darrin as they gathered around him. With lasciviously wicked sex smiles on their faces, both brothers rubbed Darrin's body, feeling up every part of the soon-to-be crucified homo.

Spencer put his arm around Darrin. Darrin could smell the brothers' man sweat, and it intoxicated him. Spencer spoke quietly as he rubbed Darrin's arm, "Now we have to do what we have to do. Put you on the cross. We have no choice but to nail you on the cross!"

Darrin immediately lost his sexual high, and when Camden spoke excitedly, "Oh yeah! On the cross you go, boy! Time for a crucifying!" Darrin became terrified.

Camden put his hand in back of Darrin's head and cradled it affectionately. He smiled tenderly, and then spat in Darrin's face. He then gently rubbed it in. Strange as it was, it seemed to Darrin to be almost an act of love from Camden, who then put his lips to his, and whispered gently, "We have to put you on the cross now, baby. It's time for us to nail you on the cross."

Camden then kissed Darrin, and snaked his tongue into his mouth. As he did so, he pushed his wet teen cock against Darrin's cock and rutted some more. Spencer reached behind Darrin and felt up his ass as he jammed his cock into Darrin's side and also started to rut against Darrin's body as he kissed him passionately on the cheek.

The fervently aroused brothers next led Darrin to the large cross in the middle of the room, which consisted of a securely anchored 10-inch wide wooden beam with D rings attached throughout its length, and a similar sized crossbeam. They positioned him in standing position against the upright beam, and then secured him to it with a strap about his chest.

They stretched Darrin's arms out on the crossbeam, and in a similar fashion secured them to the beam with straps.

As Darrin was being secured to the cross, he had been too dazed by the sexual assault on his person to consider what the brothers' crucifixion of him would entail. But when, once secured to the cross, he saw Camden coming at him with a hammer and several large nails, he screamed, "NO! Get away from me! HELP!"

Camden and Spencer laughed. Camden explained their mirth to Darrin, "Go ahead and scream all you want; no one can hear you!"

Spencer added, "Yeah, scream all you want, fag, because it's time for us to crucify the homo in you!"

A mightily frightened and desperate Darrin screamed his question, "What are you going to do to me?"

Camden put his face into Darrin's "It's time for us to turn you into a straight boy! We're gonna nail you on the cross now boy! Plain and simple! The same way they crucified criminals in ancient Syria and Babylonia."

Spencer added, "We hate to do it, but we have to!"

Spencer then held up a sign for him to see. It was an 11 by 7-inch piece of copier paper with a text printed in bold: `My name is Darrin Fuller, and I have chosen the homosexual lifestyle!'

Spencer positioned the paper above Darrin's head on the upright beam of the cross, and Camden then took his large nails to secure the sign above Darrin's head.

Once the proclamation was affixed to the cross above Darrin's head, Spencer stepped back and began taking pictures of Darrin splayed out naked on the cross. As he began walking around the cross, snapping pictures from every angle, Darrin asked, "What are those pictures for?"

Camden replied, "Shut up! None of your business!" He then stepped back to look Darrin over as he was tied to the cross, "Look what we've got here, Spencer..., a real live naked homo boy strung up on the cross, ready to get nailed!"

Spencer continued snapping photos, "I want to document your crucifixion. I want before' and after' pictures!"

As Spencer snapped photos, Camden grabbed Darrin's foreskin, and played with it. He mused out loud as he tugged on the skin, "Spence, maybe before we nail him on the cross we should circumcise him; cut off this dick skin. It might help cure him of his masturbation problem. It would hurt, of course, but not as much as what the ancient Syrians did to the guys on the cross; they cut off their dicks before nailing them to the cross."

Darrin, sweating in terror, let out a yell, to which Camden replied with a laugh, and the picture-snapping Spencer ordered, "Now smile for me, Darrin. I want you looking real pretty!"

Camden let go of Darrin's foreskin, and turned Darrin's lower torso slightly away from the main beam of the cross, so that his butt was available to him, put an arm around him, and spoke into his ear, "We've got you on the cross Darrin; no getting away! You are very soon going to be feeling the error of your ways!"

Camden pushed his cock against Darrin's butt hole, "What we have to do to you now is what they did to the condemned in ancient times. My dad's research showed that executioners in ancient Syria and Babylonia used their man rods on the condemned to humiliate them to such a degree that they welcomed their fate; and that's why Spencer and I have our man rods out and on the ready. We're going to do the same to you!"

Camden, sweaty and breathless, shoved his pre-cumming teen rod into the folds of Darrin's butt crack, and whispered in a raspy voice hungry for sexual release, "Can you feel my rod in your crack, Mr. A-student? Are you ready to be bitched like the whore-boy that you are?"

Darrin, overcome by fear could not answer, but only yell, "Please, someone help me!"

Darrin's scream was met with Camden guiding his just-lubed teen-cock up Darrin's wayward homoboy hole. Camden whispered breathlessly in Darrin's ear, "This is what they did to those who were condemned in olden times. So now we have to do this to you. We just want to help you to break free of your sick and perverted lifestyle; and Spencer and I are going to do anything it takes to turn you into a straight guy like us!"

Spencer sidled in front of Darrin, as Camden slowly began to hip-fuck Darrin up his boy asshole. As Spencer began feeling up his helpless victim, Camden had no qualms about letting his animal nature come to the fore. As he fucked Darrin he grunted and moaned like some wild beast, and called out to his brother, "Pinch his tits, bro, so he really squeals. Pinch em raw! I love it when they squeal while I'm fucking em!"

Spencer obliged. As he pinched and twisted both of Darrin's nipples, Darrin squealed more out of confusion than pain.

And Camden was pleased, "Oh yeah, my dick is feelin' good; the more this pig squeals, the better my dick feels. Make this filthy homo pig squeal real good, bro!"

Spencer's own cock had turned into a super boner, shiny with the ooze of his precum. He licked his lips non-stop as he played with Darrin's tits as his own little brother fucked the slave up his ass. And he encouraged his younger brother, "Fuck him good, Cammie! Make him feel the shame he deserves to feel and the error of his ways!"

The feel of Spencer's cock against Darrin's was enough to turn Darrin rock hard. As Camden started moaning near a climax, Spencer reached around Darrin and grabbed his brother, and hugged tightly both Darrin and Camden. He put his lips to Darrin and kissed him passionately, his lips tight against lips. As he sucked and tongued at Darrin's lips Camden screamed out his climax.

The three males were glued together by sex sweat, with their three man-rod dongs simultaneously dingling, tingling, dancing, and oozing, with lives of their own. If Camden's humping had continued any longer, the friction of Spencer's dick against Darrin's dick would have caused Darrin to ejaculate.

Camden slowly pulled his cock out of Darrin, "Ok bro, I've got his cock pit lubed up for you! My load up his ass should help you to glide in nice and easy and help take you wherever you want to go!"

Spencer took his place in back of Darrin, and the still erect Camden went in front of Darrin. Camden commented on Darrin's erection, "Look at slave boy's mantube, bro. What a disgusting animal!"

As Spencer guided his dick up Darrin's ass, he commented, "That just proves that Darrin's got a long, long, way to go before he'll ever be healed. That's why he needs this!" With that Spencer guided his missile dick up Darrin's ass with a hard shove.

Once Spencer was in up to the hilt, he cooed, "Oh yeah, sweet Camden, I can feel your jism sliming my cock! It's awesome! It's going to make this crucifixion very special to me. I feel bonded to you in a very special way, beautiful bro!"

Darrin suddenly was no longer afraid. The incestuous relationship of the counselor brothers unwound him; sex had won out over the fear of his predicament. And Darrin was certain that Spencer's thick, long, cock up his ass, doing its naughty stuff, was going to make him cum as he never had before.

Spencer started to pump his hips, and whispered in Darrin's ear, "You need this boy; we're trying to help you! We want to make you a better man!"

Darrin, at this point, could only agree that he needed whatever it was the counselor brothers were offering him.

As Spencer fucked Darrin from the rear, he gently nibbled Darrin's right ear, as Camden, in front of Darrin, bent over to suck and nibble on Darrin's tits. Darrin could feel himself starting to rise to a climax in rhythm with Spencer.

As Spencer neared his climax, he, like his younger brother, could not control his animal self. He moaned and groaned just like his brother. It was apparent to Darrin that the Collins' brothers were very vocal fuckers. What surprised Darrin was what Spencer shouted out as he shot his load of healing sperm, "Oh Darrin, I love you! I just wanna help you be a man like me!"

Darrin himself began to moan along with Spencer as he felt his orgasm begin and ravishingly course its way through his entire body, causing him to fire ropes of cum at the same time as the man of his dreams fired off his straight-man' baby-making juice deep inside his throbbing, cock squeezing, slut-boy' anal cavity.

A major portion of Darrin's load hit Camden's tummy, but Camden was too engrossed in sucking and licking Darrin's nipples to realize that he had been splooged. Even after Spencer and Darrin had cum and began to recover, Camden was still feverishly licking, moving from Darrin's nipples to his armpits, hungrily slurping up Darrin's homoboy sex sweat.

Spencer pulled himself slowly out of Darrin's behind, and smiled on seeing his younger brother tongue-fucking Darrin's armpits.

Only when Spencer had fully recovered, did he release Darrin from his firm embrace. He whispered to Darrin in a gentle voice, "We're going to leave you on the cross for an hour or two. In the quiet I want you to ponder your life style. Ask yourself if this is really the kind of perverted filth you want in your life. Please ponder your situation. You can change the way you are if you only realize that this is not the way you have to be, or really are! You can be a real man, like Camden and me, if you really want to. All that you need to do is to toss away your self pride."

Spencer and Camden got dressed in silence, left the room, and locked the door behind them.

They had nailed Darrin on the cross. Nailed him with their dicks up his ass. They nailed him on the cross just the way cruel men in the past nailed men on the cross. And just as it so often happened with victims of old as they hung upon the cross, a smile formed on the lips of Darrin; he liked it.

To be continued...

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