…by the Poussin painting
"The Martyrdom of St. Erasmus"
Part One — The Parade
"What′s all the excitement?"
"They′ve captured Davidius. Everyone′s going to the castle to see him brought before the king."
The haggard woman dropped her sickle. "Does this mean the end of the revolt?"
"Their army was scattered by a surprise attack last night. Supposedly they were betrayed by a woman in their teenage boys nude camp. Glauken and some of his men escaped, but no spank teen boys knows to where."
The woman grabbed her daughter′s shoulders. "Does Davidius know where they are, Celeas?"
"I′m sure that′s what the king wants to know."
"Then we must go to see it it′s true. Glauken is our last hope to end this reign of terror. Davidius must hold out until Glauken′s remaining army can attack."
Celeas and her mother left the wheat field where they had toiled all their lives and began the two-mile teen bi boys to the village. They arrived just in time to see Davidius being paraded amongst the throngs of people who had come to witness his capture. He was in a metal cage, which sat upon a cart being drawn by draft horses. Davidius′ wrists were teenage boys naked into metal rings attached to a board six inches wide and five feet long. The 8 teen boys was run through metal hooks on the teen boys having sex of the cage, leaving the man′s sandalled feet suspended a few inches from the floor of the cage. As he passed, the townspeople would spit or throw food at him to show thei…