The cell was hot and the straw had molded and filled the room with an unpleasant stench, making Jesus nauseas as he sat in the corner, beaten by temple guards and awaiting a flogging from the roman soldiers at the marble pillar where they carried out the heinous act. The rabbi looked up as the iron door creaked and shuddered as a roman prelate entered carried something wooden and torturous looking and a large purple piece of linen. The soldier was obviously somewhat inebriated and laughed maniacally as he ordered Jesus to stand, and then proceeded to clumsily remove his iron shackles, showing the dark purple bruises they had created. The soldier then stripped Jesus down and ordered him, in slurred tongue, to turn in a complete circle which Jesus did calmly without changing his facial expression or saying a word. The soldier looked at Jesus as if he was eyeing a prized cow to buy or slaughter, and decidedly threw the crown and cloak to the side.
“We’ll “messiah” we’ve got some time before you go before Pilate for a final decision; you know what I think we should do?” He grinned as he eyed the naked Christ up and down in front of him.
Jesus stood silent, a monolith in the rotting cell.
“Well good to see you won’t fight it,” cackled the drunken soldier as he loosened his belt.
The prelate unshackled his breastplate and it struck the stone floor with a loud clang that forced the man-god to flinch. He then removed the skirt and belt, and slipped off the red tunic that lay underneath exposing a muscled and chiseled-by-war body, scarred and cut that led down to strong thick legs and between the top and bottom a large hanging organ, swinging between the soldier’s legs. He approached Jesus, removing his helmet and casting it aside to reveal shaggy brown hair, and drew his finger down the strong jaw line of his new prison whore. He smiled a malicious grin as he then trailed that same finger down Jesus’ organ stroking the limp dick until it slowly rose to attention, fully outstretched and veiny, begging for release.
Jesus moaned and the prelate cackled, “So you do like being a whore?”
Jesus went silent. The soldier removed his stroking hand and slid around, grasping one of the supple cheeks and squeezing until Jesus grimaced in pain. The hand then traveled to the virgin entrance of the Christ and penetrated making Jesus’ knees buckle a bit and the prelate exclaimed how nice and tight a hole the “bitch” had. He removed the intruding digit and with one fell movement rotated Christ on his feet 180 degrees and bent his spine down, kicking at his feet to make them separate farther, putting Christ in a humiliating position. The prelate hollered for another officer to assist, and a plump soldier entered, heard a quick summary and disrobed as fast as he could before kneeling in front of the dehumanized man-god and taking his hardening cock into his mouth, swirling around the salty brim and sucking on the shaft, making Jesus moan in pleasure, and putting the other soldier into waves of joy as he placed his head at the virgin hole. Jesus yelped out in agony and twitched, almost falling to the floor as the soldier’s enormous cock thrusted into the hole, sending a small bit of blood out of Christ, slithering down the balls of the roman rapist. The prelate laughed and cursed as he began his thrusting, first slow and then rapid, pushing in and out of the virgin entrance, pressing deeper and deeper into the body already racked with pain. The kneeling soldier was sighing as he swallowed every inch of Jesus’ erection, tasting the “divine” precum and relishing the moment and masturbating furiously at his small organ. The rapist slapped Christ, dehumanizing him in every way possible, laughing the whole time as his thick cock tore at the flesh hole and his testicles slammed against the bruised man’s taint in an almost comical fashion. Finally the rapist felt his balls tighten and he jerked out his uncircumcised cock and sprayed jet after jet of hot semen onto the chain scarred back of the good rabbi, smearing the wounds with white seed. He laughed as he jerked a flinching Jesus’ head back by his hair and whispered… “Now to finish it up whore!”
Jesus winced and groaned as yet again the cock tore into his anus and then Christ screamed in a mixture of pain, humility, and disgust as he felt a hot stream of piss begin to fill his entrails. Jesus was screaming endlessly and wincing and buckling as hot yellow fluid filled his anus up, forcing his body to take this unnatural invasion. When the last trickle had finished the prelate removed the now limpening cock, and cackled as the fat soldier on the ground spilled a mess of man seed at Christ’s feet. The plump one stood up, spat in Jesus’ face and smiled a rotten toothed grin before dressing and leaving on command of the prelate who straightened up Jesus and turned him to face himself as piss streamed from the stretched anus down the back of the rabbi’s leg, and a few tears ran down the messy and shaggy goatee.
“You were a good whore, but I do have some honor and I won’t let you leave without cumming.” The prelate reached around and inserted a finger into the leaking hole, found the bump of flesh he was searching for and began to press and circle…and Jesus buckled down and moaned in pleasure at the anal stimulation. Finally Jesus screeched as hot semen poured from his cock down to the rotten straw and stone, and the prelate smiled, dressed himself and left, laughing and rearranging his breastplate.