Dave had wanted to be crucified for as long as he could remember. He was brought up in the Catholic religion and even though the religious side of things had never made much sense to him he found the images of the crucifixion and the scourging erotic beyond words. He had long kept his fantasies to himself until he saw a personal in his local newspaper. It read "Dominant couple seek males and females for ritual torture". He had ignored the urge to respond immediately, thinking they would probably be inundated with replies but two days later he sent off a letter and a photo expressing his desire to be whipped and crucified.
A week later he checked the mail on returning home from work and there amongst the bills was a letter addressed to him. He thought nothing of it and threw the letters on the breakfast bar and headed off to the gym for his usual work out. Dave was fit, good looking and liked to stay that way and had no shortage of women that were interested in him but they were all straight, missionary style girls and his desire for kink had grown to the point where they just did not interest him except to ease his sexual frustration after a period of abstinence. He eventually got around to checking out the mail opening the bills first and checking credit card statements and finally he absent mindedly opened the letter that would change his life. There was one page with a gothic style letterhead and a hand written note that simply said "Your whipping and crucifixion are scheduled for this weekend. Be at the following address on Friday night at 7.30pm. Call this number if you are unable to comply." The writing was neat and feminine and his heart skipped a beat or two at the thought of his fantasy becoming a reality. He was a little dubious given that he hadn't met them whoever they were and the questions and the reasons why he shouldn't go ahead flooded his brain. But the one compelling reason he should was the huge erection that threatened to burst through his track pants. He also reasoned if he didn't like the way things went he would just leave. His skill at karate would take care of things if they got nasty.
The evening finally arrived and he drove to the address he was given. It was out of the city a little way in a well forested semi rural location and the best way to describe the place was that it reminded him of a country manor in England. He was punctual and arrived at precisely 7.30pm and knocked at the door. He was greeted by a tall raven haired woman dressed in a leather outfit that accented her full breasts pushing those two glorious firm orbs together to create a cleavage like he had only dreamt of, she also wore a masquerade mask, with feathers on either side. She indicated silence was required by placing her finger to her lips and signaled that he should follow her. She took him to a room and informed him he should get undressed and if he wished he could put on the loin cloth that was draped over a chair in the room. She left him there indicating someone would be back to fetch him. Dave's mind was in overdrive. His cock didn't know whether to be erect or flaccid and it seemed to alternate between the two and by the state of his underpants he had leaked a pint of pre cum. He decided to put on the loin cloth not that it afforded him much modesty. His cock was just too big and the cloth too narrow. He was contemplating what might happen next when the door opened and the imposing male figure at the door gestured for him to come.
Things were beginning to seem surreal and Dave was responding as if he had no will of his own but there was that part of him that still knew what was happening if only from a distance. He walked out of the room and there in chains was a beautiful girl around 24 years of age. She too was naked except for an identical loin cloth. A small wooden yoke was attached around her neck from which dangled a chain and her hands were tied behind her back. Her breasts were full, firm and her rose bud nipples were erect, a sheen of nervous sweat covered her torso and wet her curly shoulder length hair. She smiled weakly at Dave, a smile that the condemned share. The male who had come for him placed a similar yoke around Dave's neck, connected the chain from the girls yoke to his and tied his hands behind his back.
They followed the man mountain that had put them in this bondage to an out door area. There were what seemed to be 20 people waiting outside, all wearing Roman style togas and dress, obviously in keeping with the theme of crucifixion. There were two whipping posts and further over on a grassed area lay two crosses. In his current dream like state it dawned on Dave that the girl was going to be crucified and whipped with him. At least he wouldn't be alone he managed to think.
