On The Cross
I have had a fixation with crucifixion since I was young. The thought of hanging totally helpless from a cross has always got me feeling hot under the collar.
I love the thought of being thrown naked onto the cross with my wrists tied to the crossbeam (I'm too soft for nailing) and my feet anchored to a footrest. As the cross is hoisted my body drops and I'm forced to take the harsh cornu up my *** to enable me to breathe properly.
Once upright my **** is at perfect height to be ****** or ****** by anyone watching. My **** would be rock hard as I am forced to ride the cornu to keep breathing. The pressure on my *** and the constant ****** of my **** by the audience is enough to make me shoot wad after wad of hot ***
After my o***** the audience leaves me to bake in the hot sun while I continue to ride the cross. The cornu is still deep in my *** as I ride it up and down. My **** is soon hard again but with no one left to watch I am left alone to my endless torment.
Does anyone else share these thoughts or am I a kinky freak!