Chris Cross was
a young Englishman studying at Oxford University in 1459. He was very handsome,
28 years old, 5’11” tall and weighing 180 pounds with brown hair and eyes. It
was just another day at university, when suddenly he entered one of his history
classes, and saw a man who appeared a few years younger, and obviously from
Eastern Europe. Chris immediately was drawn to the stranger, and asked a fellow
classmate about him.
“Oh, that’s
Matei! He’s the eldest son of a general in service to Prince Vlad Tepes, the
ruler of Wallachia. His father sent him over here to get a western education.
He seems to be a loner, I’ve never seen him with anyone.”
“Well, he sure
is hot. I love that dark tan he has. I’m going to chat with him after class.”
Sure enough, as
soon as the class let out, Chris went up to Matei and accidentally bumped into
him.
“Hey, watch
where you’re going!” Matei yelled.
“I’m sorry! I’m
so clumsy. I see we’re in the same history class. What’s your name?”
“Matei Juroslav!
I’m from Wallachia. Who are you?”
“Chris Cross at
your service! Hey, I just got a wicked idea. Since we’re in the same class, why
don’t we study together? You seem to be very well versed in history, especially
Eastern European. You could help me out with Eastern European history and I
could help you out with Western European history. What do you say?”
“Sure, Chris.
But where would we study?”
“How about in my
rooms? I’m over in the King Richard I wing.”
“Cool! I’m in
that wing too. Lead the way, Chris.” The two men walked and as they did, Chris
kept stealing glances at Matei. He figured Matei was about 5’8” and maybe 20
pounds lighter than Chris, but he was especially attracted to Matei’s brown
hair and eyes.
“Hey, Matei, I’m
28, how old are you?”
“I’m 25. Where
is your room again? We just passed mine.”
“You’re kidding?
That was your room? We’re neighbors, buddy! This one is mine.” The two men go
into the room, and begin to study but Matei wants to rest, because he’s very
tired. Chris tells him to go lay down in his bed. Matei goes in, but as he gets
under the covers, he notices that Chris only has paintings of hot, young nude
men, no women. Could it be that his new friend is gay, like Matei? He had
dreaded being sent to London for studies, since he knew nobody and the fact
that he was gay meant that he might not have a man to go to bed with for quite
some time. In fact, his father had sent him here hoping that Matei would grow
out of this “phase”. Matei had to find out whether Chris was gay as well. He
ran back into the main room.
“Chris, what are
these nude male paintings in your bedroom?”
“Why do you ask?
And how do you feel about them, Matei?”
“They turn me
on, Chris, and I think they turn you on too. I know I’m gay, and I think you
are too. Am I right?”
“Yes, you are
right, Matei. And I didn’t accidentally bump you in the hall. I think you’re
very sexy, and I like you a lot. I may even be falling in love with you.”
“Chris, now it’s
my turn to confess. I was smitten with you before you even bumped into me. I
was looking for a reason to meet you. That’s why I told our mutual friend that
if you asked about me, he was to tell you what he did. So now what should we
do, Chris?”
Instead of
answering, Chris grabbed Matei and pulled him back into the bedroom. Both men
quickly disrobed, jumped into the bed and were engaged in passionate sex within
minutes. They found that they were a perfect match, and became inseparable.
They spent countless hours on that bed, deepening their love for each other day
by day.
A few weeks
later, Matei came to Chris. “Chris, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Sure, Matei.
You know I’m always here for you.”
“The war between
Prince Vlad and the Ottoman Empire is not going well. My father has ordered me
to return to Wallachia immediately. I don’t want to lose you, Chris. Will you
come with me? Father knows I’m gay, so we can live openly on his estate.”
“Sure, Matei.
I’d love to see your country.”
“Even if it were
dangerous, Chris? I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you because
of me.”
“How could it be
dangerous?”
“Chris, Prince
Vlad and my father have ruined the lives of my people. My father has no idea,
but for the last year, I’ve been talking with representatives of the Ottoman
Empire. The plan has always been that when I was returned home, that I would
become a spy for the Empire. Do you realize what would happen to me and anyone
close to me were I captured?”
“Matei, I could
not live without you. And I want to help you free your homeland from the
tyrants ruling it. Not only will I go back to Wallachia with you, I’ll help you
in your work. I do love you!” With that, the decision was made. They left the
next day on the long journey from London to Wallachia.
A few weeks
later, they arrived in Wallachia. The general was happy to see his eldest son
back home, and even welcomed Chris warmly. The two were given a guesthouse on
the property so that they could have privacy. Everything seemed to be going
well. Unknown to the general, however, both Matei and Chris began collecting
information about Wallachian troop movements, and passing it on to an operative
of the Ottoman Empire.
After a few
months, Prince Vlad summoned the general and asked him “It seems that whenever
our forces plan a major attack, the Ottomans seem to always anticipate and
parry it. Could there be a spy in our midst?”
“I have noticed
it too, Your Highness. I don’t know who the spy could be. Do you have any
suggestions?”
“Just one,
general. Should this continue another fortnight, I may think that the spy is
you? Would you like to spend time with the royal torturer?”
“No, Your
Highness. And a plan just struck me. I will create some false plans, and leave
them lying around. I’ll have one of my best spies keep them under surveillance.
I’ll instruct him to not arrest the one who takes them, but follow him, so that
we get not just the spy, but the Ottoman agent as well.”
“That sounds
like an excellent plan, general. It had better work; your life may depend upon
its success! Now go!”
“Yes, Your
Highness! At once! It will be done as you command” With that, General Juroslav
left the palace and returned home. He quickly conferred with his top spy, Janus
Romanyi, and told him of the planned trap. That night, the general left the
fake plans on a desk in his office, and retired to bed. Romanyi was hidden in a
secret room with a peephole so that he could keep watch on the desk. He did not
have to wait long. About an hour later, he saw someone pick up the plans and
tuck them in his pocket. When the person turned around, Romanyi was stunned to
see that is was the general’s son, Matei! He knew he needed to follow him and
see what else transpired. He saw Matei return to the guesthouse, and about 10
minutes later, Chris came out of the guesthouse and walked into the woods
surrounding the estate. Romanyi followed at a safe distance. He saw Chris stop
in a clearing in the forest, and there was a strange man with him. He watched
as Chris gave the plans to the man, who then copied them by hand and returned
them. He had hoped they would both leave together, but Chris went back to the
guesthouse, while the other man left in the opposite direction. He followed
Chris, and then watched as Matei returned the originals to his father’s desk.
Once Matei left, he went and woke the general.
“General
Juroslav, I have found our spies!”
“Spies? Excellent!
Where is the Ottoman agent?”
“I could not
follow him. He went one way and our spy went another. I chose to follow our man
so that I could have total proof of both of our spies’ guilt! Besides, those
plans are worthless. The Turks will follow them and find that we aren’t there.”
“Very good
Romanyi. So tell me, who are our spies? Who has betrayed the fatherland?”
“General, it is
my sad duty to report that the spies are your son, Matei and his English lover,
Chris!”
“What? I don’t believe
it! My own flesh and blood would never betray me! You lie!”
“I wish I was,
general, but this is what I saw.” Romanyi then described the actions of both
young men, down to the hunting tunics they wore.
“Damn them both!
I bought those matching hunting tunics as a gift for them yesterday. They’ve
never worn them before. You could not have described them so accurately if you
hadn’t seen them. It pains me, but I order you to take 10 of my best men, enter
the guesthouse, and arrest my son and Chris. Bring them to me in my study! Now
go!”
Chris and Matei,
meanwhile, were back in the guesthouse celebrating their latest successful
espionage for the Turks. They spent about an hour fucking each other, and as
Matei finished fucking Chris for the final time; they both fell asleep naked
with Matei still inside Chris.
About thirty
minutes after they fell asleep, the soldiers broke down the door of the
guesthouse, and headed directly for the bedroom, where the two spies were still
sleeping soundly. Romanyi shook them both, awakening them.
Matei and Chris
awoke to a sight of Romanyi and 10 other men surrounding their bed, all armed
to the teeth, while they were both naked. Chris was frozen in fear, but Matei
knew that the only hope of getting out of this situation was to show no fear
and to try and take control of it.
“Romanyi, I know
you! What is the meaning of barging into my home like this? My father will have
you executed. Leave now, and I won’t tell him!”
“Very funny,
traitor! Your father sent us here with orders to arrest both of you. You and
Chris are under arrest as of this minute!”
“Arrest? On what
charges? Sleeping too soundly?”
“You two are
under arrest charged with espionage against the Principality of Wallachia! Now,
enough questions! Get out of bed, but do not get dressed! Your father has
ordered us to return with you to his house, there to face his interrogation. He
will then decide how to dispense with your cases. It will go better if you
confess your crimes!”
“Why are we not
allowed to get dressed?”
“Your father’s
orders are that we are to take you back to his house as we found you. Guards, I
tire of Matei’s questions. Drag them from their bed and bind their arms and
legs! General Juroslav awaits us!” With that, the guards roughly grabbed Chris
and Matei, and although both men fought bravely, they were no match for the
guards, and soon found themselves bound and gagged. The guards shoved and
pushed Chris and Matei all the way to the general’s house. Once there, they
entered the general’s study. Chris looked up in awe and fear, seeing the rage
in Matei’s father’s eyes. Matei, meanwhile, was still feverishly trying to find
a way out of this predicament. He had to find out what his father knew.
“Father, arrest
these men! Look at how they have treated your son!” The general did not reply,
but stood and walked up to his bound son, and struck him violently across the
face! Matei now knew that his father was very furious about something, although
he still had no idea how they had been caught.
Romanyi broke
the silence. “General Juroslav, I observed this man, Matei Juroslav enter your
study tonight while you slept and steal the battle plans from your desk. I then
followed him back to the guesthouse where he lives with his lover, the
Englishman, Chris Cross. I waited outside for a few minutes, and the Englishman
left the guesthouse and entered the dense forest surrounding the estate. I then
saw him share the plans with an unknown man who made a copy of the plans before
returning the originals to the Englishman. The Englishman then returned to the
cottage and gave Matei Juroslav back the plans.”
The general
looked at his son. “These are serious charges that Romanyi has alleged. What do
you and your lover, Chris, have to say for yourselves?”
Matei replied, “
It is all lies, father. He seeks to drive a wedge between us. Do not believe
him!”
“If these
charges are false, my son, answer me this. How did Romanyi describe in perfect
detail the hunting tunics that I gave you just yesterday, and that you had not
yet worn in public?”
Both men hung
their heads. They knew there was no satisfactory answer. They had worn those
tunics during their espionage antics that night.
The general then
continued, “The only way that Romanyi could have seen either of you in those
tunics is if you wore them while you were betraying Wallachia. Your silence
speaks volumes. Guards, take these two prisoners to the castle. I order that
they be put in separate cells across from each other in the dungeon. Do not
cause any harm to either man. I will speak with Prince Vlad in the morning, and
explain that I have captured the spies. The Prince will then decide what will
happen to them. Now, get them out of my sight! From this moment onward, Matei
Juroslav is not my son! Henceforth, he will be referred to as Matei the spy! It
is so ordered.”
The guards then
dragged both men out of the study. Both men were screaming and yelling, begging
for mercy. Matei was pleading with his father, hoping that his father’s love
might still win out over his rage. It was useless, however. The general
remained stoic, and gradually the cries of the prisoners faded into the night,
as they soon found themselves deposited into dark, dank cells beneath the
dreaded castle.
The cells were
very small. They were square, measuring 6 feet on each side. There were no
windows, just an opening in the door covered with iron bars. There was also a
small hinge at the bottom just large enough to shove a bowl of swill through.
Prince Vlad did not want his guests to starve, at least not yet. Completing the
furnishings, there was a hole in the floor that the prisoner had to use to
urinate and defecate, and the prisoner was forced to sleep on the cold stone
floor. Prisoners were also kept naked at all times, it was feared that they
might use clothing to harm themselves.
Matei spoke
through the bars to Chris. “Chris, my lover, we must remain strong. If we can
outlast the trials and torture that Prince Vlad employs on us, my father may
yet change his mind and rescue us. It is vital that we do not break and
confess.”
“Matei, that is
all well and good for you, but I am not his son. He will feel no fatherly
affection for me; he will possibly even blame me for your becoming a spy. What
will become of me?”
“Chris, is not
your father Lord Cross, friend of the King of England? Demand that he be
contacted. The prince will not risk alienating the English.”
“That is a great
idea, Matei. I love you so much. How I wish that I could hold you in my arms as
we did earlier tonight!”
“We will do so
again, Chris. Have faith, we shall prevail. At worst, the prince will order our
exile. We can then return to London and live in luxury there. Now, let us get
some sleep. We shall need all of our strength in the morning.” Both men then
lay down and tried as best they could to get some rest.
In the morning,
even before breakfast, Matei and Chris were taken still naked from their cells,
bound by their wrists and ankles with thick rope and dragged through several
hallways. Finally, a great door was opened, and there on his throne sat the
evil and sadistic Prince Vlad Tepes, with General Juroslav on his right. There
was another foreign looking man on the prince’s left, but neither one
recognized him. Matei and Chris’ nightmare had just begun!
“Well, so these
two dared to spy against me and against Wallachia! You thought to help those
damned Turks in their attempt to destroy me and take over our country! Speak!
Have you nothing to say for yourselves?”
Matei spoke
first. “What crimes are we charged with?”
“You stand
charged individually of espionage against the Principality of Wallachia and of
sodomy. How do you plead?”
“We are innocent, Your Highness! What you
have been told is lies. Ask my father. He knows that I am a devoted son and
your devoted subject! And Chris is simply a friend of mine from university.”
The general then
spoke. “As I told you earlier, Prince Vlad, I have already publicly disowned
this man. He is not my son, and he is guilty of espionage.”
Prince Vlad now
turned his gaze upon Chris. “Well, my young English friend. What have you to
say for yourself?”
“I am an English
subject, son of Lord Cross, personal friend of His Majesty, King Henry VI. I
demand that the embassy be made aware of my situation.”
“Pardon my
manners. I have anticipated you. This man to my left is Earl Withers, the
English ambassador to Wallachia. Now, what else do you have to say?”
“Like Matei, I
am innocent! Earl Withers, please get a message to my father.”
“I will send His
Lordship a message letting him know what has transpired. But it will take a
week or more for him to receive it, and another week for his reply to come to
me. Prince Vlad, will you grant a two week delay in their trials so that I may
get further instructions from my government?”
“I do not like
waiting, but I will grant it. However, they will remain in the dungeon cells
for those two weeks. Whether I have heard from you by then or not, Earl
Withers, their trials shall commence two weeks from today. I have spoken! Now,
get these traitors out of my sight!”
With that, the
guards grabbed the prisoners and dragged them back to their cells. For the next
two weeks, they kept talking between the cells, trying to keep their spirits
up. But with each day, they knew that their time was growing shorter.
Suddenly, one
morning, they were again bound and dragged into the throne room. Prince Vlad
was on his throne, and the General and ambassador were also present.
“Very well, Earl
Withers. Have you received your government response?”
“Yes, Your
Highness. The English position is this: Should Chris and Matei not confess, we
would be agreeable to their being exiled on pain of death to London. However,
should they confess of their own volition, then the crown will not object to
any punishment you may see fit to order in this case.”
“Very well.
Thank you, Earl Withers. You may leave us now.”
Once the
ambassador left, Prince Vlad turned once again to the prisoners. “You two have
pled not guilty to both espionage and sodomy. I now order the guards to take
you to the Royal Torture Chamber for your trial!”
With that, the
two were dragged out of the throne room, and to the torture chamber, all the
while protesting their innocence and that any confession obtained under torture
would not be voluntary.
The guards
dragged the naked men into the torture chamber. Both prisoners’ eyes opened
wide in awe and fear as they looked at the dimly lit room, and saw the various
terrible items used to maim and disfigure men in order to gain confessions. The
head torturer approached the guards and ordered the guards to place the men
face up on two adjacent racks. While both Chris and Matei put up a valiant
fight, neither man was able to prevent the guards from binding them to the
rack. Once they were secured, the head torturer walked in between both men.
“Welcome to my
chamber, I understand you’re both charged with espionage and sodomy. My, we’ve
been naughty young men! Now, before we begin, I do have to ask you both for the
record if you’re ready to admit your guilt and sign your confessions? So, do
you admit your guilt?”
Both men answered as one. “We are not guilty
of either charge. We are both innocent men. Please release us!”
“I’m afraid that
is not possible. I was told to secure your confessions, and I must do that, or
I may soon be taking your place on the rack! Now, it is time to begin your
tortures. I think I’ll start with this sword. It’s nice and dull.”
Chris looked up
in fear. “What are you going to do with that?”
“This!” And
without another word, he grabbed Chris’ right nipple in one hand, and with the
other ever so slowly sliced it off. Chris was screaming and crying out the
entire time as well as pulling against his restraints. Then the head torturer
ordered his assistant to take a hot iron from the fire, and cauterize the
wound. This brought more pain, and a fresh series of screams from Chris.
The torturer
looked at Chris, his right breast permanently maimed, and demanded, “Now do you
confess your guilt, traitor?”
Matei was
worried that Chris might crack under the pain, and yelled out, “Be strong,
Chris. We have nothing to fear, we are innocent!”
“It is true that
few men break under the early tortures, but I had hoped that two young men who
have obviously led pampered lives would crack sooner. Still, if you won’t
confess, then we must continue!” He then bent over Chris, and placed his mouth
over Chris’ left nipple. He then bit down, severing the nipple. He took the
nipple from his mouth, showed it to Chris, and then dropped the nipple into the
fire, destroying it. This time, he allowed the wound to bleed for a few
minutes, while Chris constantly screamed in agony and pulled at his restraints.
Then he allowed his assistant to use the white-hot iron to cauterize that
breast. Both breasts resembled volcanoes, red and angry at the top, with rivers
of blood coursing down the breasts not unlike molten lava.
“CONFESS,
TRAITOR!”
Matei had grown
more confident since so far no tortures had been inflicted on him. He reasoned
that his father had given the torturers orders not to harm him, but to try to
get confessions by torturing Chris. “Chris, stay strong! We are not guilty of
anything!”
“I am growing
tired of listening to this traitor and his constant noise! It is time to give
him something to make noise over!” He
took the white-hot iron in his hands, and held it firmly against Matei’s left
nipple. As Matei screamed and tried to escape, the iron both reduced his nipple
to ashes as well as instantly cauterized the wound to keep bleeding to a
minimum.
“Now, will you
traitors confess, or must I continue the tortures! Personally, I don’t care! I
love torturing and disfiguring young hot virile men!”
Although their
voices were weak from screaming, both men cried out in unison, “We have
committed no crime! We are innocent!”
“Very well!
Let’s see, I cut off one nipple with a dull sword, I bit off and then burned up
another nipple, I used a white-hot iron to burn off a third one. Now, what can
I do to destroy this traitor’s remaining nipple? Ah, I have it!” He went to one
of the walls of the dungeon, and returned carrying a small beaker. Ever so
slowly, he poured out the contents one drop at a time on Matei’s final nipple.
As the acid made contact with the skin, it instantly dissolved the nipple, as
Matei found fresh voice to scream in his agony as he thrashed about on the
rack!
“CONFESS”
Matei could do
nothing but continue screaming in pain, so Chris spoke up. “You have heard us,
you evil spawn of Satan! We are innocent!”
“Very well! I
warned you! The tortures will only get worse!” He then turned to two assistants
poised by the gear at the top of each rack.
“We’re going to
rack them slowly. Turn the gear one notch, then wait thirty seconds, and turn
it another notch. Keep this up until I order you to stop or until they
confess.”
For the first 5
minutes, neither Chris nor Matei had any trouble enduring the pain. It felt
like mild stretching exercises. But then, suddenly, both men could feel their
joints straining and loosening. What they didn’t know was that Prince Vlad had
given secret orders to the Royal Torturer not to dislocate their joints. He
didn’t want them dying before they suffered the humiliation of impalement. Both
men began moaning in obvious discomfort.
“Torturers, stop
and let them rest for a minute. So, are you traitorous sodomites ready to
confess to your crimes?”
Getting their
breath back, both men almost whispered, “We are innocent!”
“Since you are
sodomites, I will now start a third torture while my assistants continue
racking your bodies. I have here two pears. Aren’t they lovely? They’re 10”
long, and when fully expanded will open to a width of 4”. They are going in
your asses and they will come out only when you confess. Feel free to cry out
when you want to confess. I won’t ask the question again, but I will stop only
when BOTH of you confess!”
He then went to
each man, and found no difficulty in inserting the pear. “My, you two have the
loosest asses I’ve seen. The only thing other than my pear that could get them
that loose is another man’s dick, so it’s very obvious that you’re both gay!
Now to begin opening these lovely flowers inside of you!”
As his
assistants kept stretching the men on the rack, the Royal Torturer began
turning the screws to open the pears. He opened them to one inch with no
discomfort to either man. Then he opened it to 2 inches, and Matei, who had
fucked Chris more than Chris had fucked him, began to feel real pain. His ass
wasn’t quite as loose as Chris’ was, and he also realized that his hopes of
being rescued by his father were now dashed. Even if he were rescued, he’d be
an invalid the rest of his days.
“STOP! I will
confess! We are guilty as charged!”
“Your partner
remains silent. They do not come out until you both confess!” With that, he
increased the pears to 2 ½ inches.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Chris, all is lost. The pear is tearing me up
inside. Please confess!”
“Very well! I
cannot let my lover suffer any longer. I too confess. We are guilty as
charged!”
“Torturers, stop
racking the traitors. Release them so that they can sign their confessions.
And, traitors, a word of warning for you both. If either of you refuse to sign,
you will be returned to the rack, the pears will be re-inserted, and I will
open both to their maximum width of 4 inches!”
Both Chris and
Matei were released and sat at a table. On the table were two confessions,
identical except for the names. Here is Chris’ confession.
“I, Chris Cross,
hereby admit my guilt to the charge of spying for the Ottoman Empire against
the Principality of Wallachia and it’s ruler, Prince Vlad Tepes.
I further admit
that I am guilty of engaging in sodomy with Matei the spy, which is illegal in
the Principality of Wallachia.
I give this
confession freely and under no duress this 27th day of October in
the year of our Lord 1459.
Signed, Chris
Cross
Matei asked why
his surname of Juroslav was not on the confessions.
“You have been
disowned by your father, and thus you have no surname. You are simply Matei the
spy.”
Once Matei had
signed his confession, the Royal Torturer ordered one assistant to take the
signed confessions to Prince Vlad, while the guards returned the admitted
traitors and sodomites to their cells. Once in their cells, they lay down for
about an hour to try and get their strength back. Once the hour was up, they
returned to the front of the cells and began talking with each other.
“Matei, what
will Prince Vlad order now that we have confessed?”
“He could order
our executions, Chris!”
“What? NO!!!!
We’re too young!”
“Relax, Chris.
He still wants to appease your government. I think that he’ll order our exile,
under pain of death should we ever return to Wallachia.”
“I’d never come
here. We could live openly on my father’s estate. And one day, I will be Lord
Cross. We’d never want for anything.”
“That would be
wonderful, Chris. I never want to be separated from you again. I love you!”
“I love you too,
Matei!”
“Now, let’s try
to rest and get some sleep. We’ll probably be taken before Prince Vlad in the
morning. We’ll need to be well rested.” With that, they both went and lay down
upon the cold stone floor. They slept soundly until the morning.
As the first
rays of the sun shone on the dark, foreboding castle, the guards came and bound
both Chris and Matei by their wrists and ankles. They were then dragged naked
to the throne room. Prince Vlad sat on his throne, but neither the English
ambassador nor General Juroslav were present.
“Well. I see the
admitted traitors and sodomites are here for their sentencing. Have you
anything to say before I pass sentence?”
Chris spoke up
first. “Yes, Your Highness, I do not see the English ambassador. Has there been
no word from the English government?”
“Yes, I did
receive a message from the embassy. Here it is.”
“Prince Vlad,
Due to
the fact that our citizen, Chris Cross, has confessed to both espionage and
sodomy, the English government has no further interest in his case. His father
expresses his extreme disappointment, and apologizes to you and the people of
Wallachia for his son’s actions. You are free to administer any punishment you
see fit; there will be no protest from the English government.
Earl Withers,
Ambassador to Wallachia “
“No! How can my
father and my country abandon me? It’s not fair!”
Matei now asked,
“Where is my father, General Juroslav?”
“Your former
father is now leading my troops in battle against the hated Turks. He was
offered the chance to be here, but he said that he didn’t care what happened to
his former son and his lover.”
“No! Disowned
and abandoned by my father as well! Woe is me!”
Then Chris spoke up again. "Most Powerful V...Vlad,
I...I... I beg y...your mercy an...d seek your
f..forgiveness."
"Pl...please spare us and
forgive ou...r crimes. We swear to... to you th..at it will never
happ...en again. . We pledge o...our loyalty to y...you"
“Now, it is time
to pass sentence for your admitted crimes of espionage and sodomy. Chris Cross
and Matei the spy, it is hereby ordered that you be taken back to your cells,
that you be given only enough nourishment to keep you alive, and that three
days from today, on the 31st day of October in the year of our Lord
1459, that you both be dragged naked from your cells at dawn, that you be
paraded through the streets of Targoviste to the town square, and there you be
put to death by impalement. May God have mercy on your souls, although I
suspect he will condemn you as I do to the eternal fires of HELL!”
At this, Prince
Vlad rose, ordered the traitors returned to their cells, and left the throne
room. Both Chris and Matei were dragged back to their cells. They were
screaming and pleading for their lives all the way, with their screams fading
the deeper into the bowels of the dungeon they went.
Back in their
cells, both men sat in dread and fear of how their lives would be cut short in less
than three days.
Chris had never
heard of death by impalement. He had lots of questions.
“Matei, what will
happen to us? How will they kill us?”
“Are you sure you
want to know, Chris? It’s a very barbaric execution. He probably chose it
because it is both a very humiliating execution, and it will mock our love for
one another.”
“How will it do
that?”
“Chris, my
father used to bring me to the square to watch public executions by impalement.
The condemned is dragged through the streets naked, while the public spits on
him, throw rotten fruits and vegetables at him, and hurl vile insults at him.
He’s usually bruised and bloody before he makes it to the square. I hate to
admit it, Chris, but witnessing these public executions was an event I always
looked forward to.”
“It sounds
terrible. Will they do that to us?”
“Yes, Chris, I’m
afraid that they will do all of those things to us.”
“What about when
we get to the square? How will our execution mock our love?”
“Chris, you know
how much you love feeling my cock inside you?”
“Yes, Matei.
It’s the best feeling in the world.”
“Chris, they
will lie us flat on the ground next to a hole that is 3-4 feet deep. Our arms
and legs will be anchored by chains to metal hoops, keeping us from moving and
leaving us in an X-shape. On the other side will be a large pole, about 10 feet
long, and around 3 inches in diameter, greased and with a rounded tip. Several
big, strong men will pick up the pole and line it up with our ass hole. They
will hold it so that the tip barely touches the hole. At the other end of the
pole will be a very large strong man, about medium height and very stocky. He
will pick up a mallet, and strike the end of the pole driving it into our asses.
He will keep hitting it, until it has passed the sphincter, and is traveling
roughly parallel with the spine. As it progresses it will push aside our
internal organs, since the end is rounded and not pointed. Once he is satisfied
that the pole is firmly inside us, he will stop hitting it, and will instruct
the other men to lift the pole and set it in the hole. The hole is the same
diameter as the pole, so it will stay upright. More dirt will be packed around
it to give it stability. We will be left dangling from the top of the pole
until we die.”
“Matei, that is
indeed barbaric. I don’t know if I can take that much pain. If they must
execute us, why not a quick execution, like beheading?”
“Chris, this
evil prince revels in pain and torture, as we’ve experienced first hand. He
never gives a man a quick death.”
“Well, Matei,
what will happen to us on the pole, and what will happen to the pole inside
us?”
“Chris, since no
vital organs have been damaged, we’ll still be very much alive, in extreme
pain, but alive. The pole will continue passing through our bodies until it
pokes an exit hole. If we’re lucky, it will come through the throat, and out
the mouth, rendering us unable to speak, and thus depriving the crowd of at
least part of their fun. But Prince Vlad’s executioners are very expert. Almost
always, the pole exits at or near the shoulder, which means it missed the vocal
chords, and we’ll be able to continue screaming! Also, we will slide very
slowly down the pole, but since it’s bigger closer to the ground, we’ll never
slide all the way down.”
“Matei, that
sounds horrible. I sure hope that my pole exits my mouth. Maybe my silence will
encourage the crowd to urge a quick death for me.”
“Meanwhile,
while this is going on, the crowd will continue to pelt us with whatever is
handy, even rocks and stones. Also, since our bodies are naked, various animals
will attack us. Ravens, mice, roaches, ants and other vermin. The ravens and
mice will bite and peck at our exposed areas, like our cocks and balls, and our
eyes. The insects will invade every opening and orifice that they can find. We
will be consumed both from the inside and the outside while we still live. And
in the hot midday heat, our skin will blister and peel.”
“My God, Matei.
Has this prince not heard of mercy? How long will it take us to die? I hope
it’s quick.”
“That is the
irony of it, Chris. Your body will be undergoing a constant onslaught of pain,
but death will not be swift. I have seen men live up to 4 days while impaled.
And since we’re both in excellent physical shape, I imagine we’ll take close to
4 days to die.”
“NO!!!!! 4 days
upon that accursed pole! I can’t even imagine it. What will happen once we are
dead? Will our bodies be returned to our families for burial, or will we be
buried in unmarked graves on the castle grounds?”
“Neither, Chris.
Prince Vlad has standing orders that any men condemned to die by impalement be
left on the pole after they die, until their corpses rot away. Once we’re on
that pole, we’re never coming off.”
“Why would he
leave our bodies to rot on those poles? Has the man no sense of decency and
mercy?”
“No, he doesn’t.
But we’re admitted traitors against Wallachia. The bodies will be left to rot
as a warning to anyone else foolish enough to oppose his rule! Now we need to
get some sleep. And remember, Chris, I will always love you!”
“And I will
always love you, Matei!” Both men then fell asleep. For the next two days, they
were given enough food and water to keep them alive and allowed brief periods
of exercise to help build their stamina.
The night before
their execution, both men tried without success to get some sleep. Every time
they closed their eyes, all they could see was images in their minds of their
naked, broken bodies hoisted high upon the poles like macabre flags.
Promptly at 6am,
the guards came for Matei. They bound his arms in front of him with a strong
rope, and then began dragging the naked Matei from his cell. Chris watched this
in horror and confusion.
“Where are you
taking Matei? And why aren’t you taking me?”
“The executioner
wants us to take you to the square separately. We’ll tie this traitor down, and
then be back for you, you English whelp!”
Matei tried to call out his undying love for
Chris, but the guard nearest him struck him across the face and told him to
move on! And with that, they dragged Matei out onto the castle grounds and
headed for the town square. The path was lined with townspeople on both sides
of the road. They rapidly began pelting Matei with all sorts of rotten fruits
and vegetables. A few resourceful folk even threw buckets of piss and shit that
they’d saved just for the occasion. By the time Matei reached the square, his young
body was covered with black and blue marks, and he stunk from all the waste
that had been hurled at him. Most embarrassing was that his cock was standing
tall and proud, the abuse had caused his cock to rise to full mast. He looked
up briefly at the square and saw the two dreaded poles, with the holes each
pole would soon be planted in, with him and Chris waving from the tops like
flags. He was quickly forced to the ground, face-up, and his arms and legs
chained to the metal rings, leaving him spread out in an X-shape.
“Well, that’s
one traitor ready to meet his end. Now, let’s go get that fine young
Englishman!”
A few minutes
later, the guards were in Chris’ cell, tying his hands in back of his naked
body. They wanted to make sure that the public had an ample opportunity to
strike his balls and dick with their weapons. They didn’t want Chris to be able
to defend himself with his bound hands. The only downside was that they had to
drag Chris backwards to the site of his execution. As the procession exited the
grounds of the castle, and started on the main road to the square, a cheer went
up from the people lining the road. Unlike the usual victims, dark-skinned
Wallachians, here was a fair-skinned Englishmen. They knew that their rotten vegetation
would definitely leave marks on such a fine specimen. They kept hurling things
at Chris, marking his pecs, abs, dick and balls. By the time they arrived at
the square, his entire front was a mask of black and blue. And unlike Matei,
who was proud and erect when he was tied down, Chris’ balls had been hit so
many times that they’d retreated up into his groin for protection. As a result,
his cock just lay there soft and flaccid as they bound him next to Matei.
Chris turned to
Matei as he was being bound. “Matei, look what they’ve done to your beautiful
body! Still, I can see beneath the wounds. I love you and always will!”
“Yes, Chris, and
it looks like they’ve really hurt you badly as well. But I’ll always love you.
And I just had a happy thought. The holes that were dug for our poles are next
to each other. If they plant the poles so that we face each other, we may be
able to converse and encourage each other as we die!”
“That would be
wonderful, Matei!”
Suddenly one of
the guards spoke. “SILENCE! It is time for the reading of the death sentences!”
A man walked
into the middle of the square, and faced the two condemned men. Both of them
opened their eyes in shock and disbelief. Standing in front of them, looking
down on their bound and naked bodies, was none other that General Juroslav,
Matei’s former father. He then pulled the death warrant from his pocket and
began reading it.
“Whereas, Matei
the spy, former son of General Juroslav, has confessed to committing espionage
against the Principality of Wallachia
And whereas,
Matei the spy has also confessed to entering into sodomy with Chris Cross
And whereas,
Chris Cross, a guest in this country, has also confessed to committing
espionage against the Principality of Wallachia
And whereas,
Chris Cross, has also confessed to entering into sodomy with Matei the spy,
Therefore, it is
hereby ordered that Matei the spy, former son of General Juroslav, be put to
death by impalement. His body will be left on the pole until it has rotted away
as if he never existed. Anyone speaking the name of this traitor will be
arrested and put to death!
It is further
ordered that Chris Cross, a guest in this country who has spurned our
hospitality shall also be put to death by impalement. His body will also be
left on the pole until it has rotted away as if he never existed. And anyone
speaking his name will be arrested and put to death!
Signed, this 28th
day of October in the year of our Lord 1459
Vlad Tepes
Prince of
Wallachia”
“Royal
Executioner, you may commence!”
Chris spoke up.
“But you haven’t asked us if we had any last words!”
“Traitor, you
and your co-conspirator have already had your last words when you were talking
to each other on the square!”
With that, four
strong guards picked up one of the poles and put the rounded end so that it
barely touched Matei’s ass. Matei moaned, knowing what would come next.
The Royal
Executioner then picked up a large, heavy mallet, and struck a mighty blow to
the flat end of the pole, causing it to enter Matei’s anal passage.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! It hurts so much!!! It’s so big!!!! Take it out!!!!!
Mercy!!!!!!” But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Even Chris was frozen in shock by
the sheer brutality, plus the knowledge that he would soon find out exactly
what that felt like.
For the next 5
minutes, to the cheers and jeers of the crowd, the Royal Executioner kept
striking the pole, pushing it further and further up into Matei. Matei was
screaming and pleading for mercy the entire time. Finally, convinced that it
was nestled firmly inside Matei, the Royal Executioner put down the mallet, and
ordered that the pole be raised and nestled in its prepared hole.
The guards
lifted up the pole and placed it in the hole. They then held it in place as
dirt was packed around it to keep it firmly rooted. Matei was almost 8 feet in
the air, still screaming and waving his arms and legs back and forth trying to
find some position to end the pain. Instead, all it did was cause him to slowly
sink further down onto the pole.
While Matei
continued to wail and squirm on his pole, the Royal Executioner now turned his
attention to Chris Cross. He was happy that Chris’ ass was totally white, and
the hair around his hole perfectly outlined it, making it even easier to get
the proper alignment for his pole.
Chris’ pole was
raised into position. But his hopes of seeing his lover again were dashed. The
Royal Executioner had heard the two men when they discussed possibly facing
each other, and he was determined not to allow this. Instead, he ordered that
the two men’s poles be placed so that the victims were back to back. This both
prevented them the final pleasure of seeing each other, it also gave the crowd
below an excellent view of both men in their final agonies.
The grease on
the poles combined with the men’s constant movement, caused them to continue to
slide down the pole. About three hours after they had been raised up Matei gave
out a great cry as the pole ripped a hole as it exited his left shoulder. 10
minutes later, Chris screamed as his pole exited on the right shoulder. The
crowd yelled in glee. The condemned men would still be able to cry out, the
poles had missed the voice boxes.
“Look at the
Wallachian! How proud he is of his dick! It’s fully erect.”
“That’s true.
But the poor Englishman’s dick is limp and flaccid. He must be scared!” Indeed,
Chris’ dick had not recovered from being pelted on the way to the square.
Both men
continued to slide down on the pole for about another hour. Part of the reason
was that they had both pissed and shit out of fear and pain, and the waste
material further greased the already lubed poles. The public broke out in
cheers and laughter as both men cried out in embarrassment at the humiliation
of voiding themselves in public. The crowd kept throwing things at the men and
yelling slurs and epithets until nightfall, when they went home. But they were
back the next morning bright and early to continue the festivities.
When they
returned, they noticed the men screaming in pain and moving around quite a bit.
Then they looked at the poles, and immediately saw why they were screaming.
Climbing up the greased poles were armies of ants and roaches. They were
climbing all over the traitors’ bodies, and into any orifice they could find.
So many ants had entered Chris’ piss-slit that his dick looked erect, instead
of flaccid as it was yesterday. This went on for the rest of the day and into
the night. As they were returning to their homes, a few of the people noticed
some ravens flying in, as well as mice and rats scurrying around.
The third
morning, the public returned. They heard Chris’ and Matei’s screams well before
they reached the square. In fact, the screams seemed to be non-stop. They soon
saw why. Rats had scurried up the poles, and some of them were busy tearing
away and eating the two mens’ cocks. Meanwhile, two ravens had perched and were
devouring their balls, while some more ravens were pecking out their eyes. Now
mixing with the shit and piss on the poles, there was blood from these new
wounds. This assault on the traitors’ bodies continued until mid-afternoon.
Vultures alighted on each pole, and several others circled overhead. Everyone
was excited. They knew that vultures meant that death was imminent. They only appeared
when they sensed something or someone was very near death. Within the hour,
Matei gave a loud moan and slumped dead on his pole. As soon as he did this,
three huge vultures alighted and began tearing the flesh from his corpse. About
15 minutes later, Chris cried out that he’d always love Matei, and he also
sagged into death’s embrace. Three more vultures dove and began devouring his
flesh. The bodies were left on the poles as a warning to others. After about a
week, there was nothing left of either corpse but their bones. The bones were
left until finally they separated and fell off to the ground, where townsfolk
took the bones to grind into fertilizer for their gardens.
