Lethal Injection

I am a manager at a manufactory that creates lethal injections for execution. Recently, our science team has been experimenting with slow-acting injections to increase suffering. You can imagine my surprise when one of my employees, a handsome man in his thirties, asked to volunteer to test the product.

"You must be joking, Jim. The stuff will kill you."

"I know. Please, I want this."

"But why?"

"My whole life, I have been aroused by the concept of death. This is my opportunity to go out in my own way, in a way where I can savor every moment."

I noticed a tent in his suit pants as he spoke, and I admit, I was feeling warm down there as well as I listened to his passionate plea.

"Okay, you can do it on the condition that I will be there to oversee the process."

He eagerly agreed.

In the week that followed, anytime we would pass each other in the hall, he would give me a shy, lustful smile, and I would wink at him in return. The day before the appointment, I visited him in his office.

"How are you feeling about dying tomorrow?"

"I'm so excited and scared. I can't wait. Every time I think about it I start hyperventilating and almost cum hands free."

"I'm looking forward to it as well. I think I will pleasure myself as I watch you die."

He moaned at hearing that.

The day has finally arrived and I stood in the lab with our three top scientists waiting for our specimen to arrive. When he walked in the door, my heart beat fast. He said nothing as he walked over to the execution table and laid his hand on it. His breath came in short, frightened gasps.

"Whenever you're ready Sir, you may lie down." Said a scientist.

"May I take my clothes off first?"

The scientist was a bit shocked, but said yes.

He stripped slowly. He climbed onto the table and placed his arms and legs in position to be strapped. The scientist strapped him down silently. No one said a word at his obvious erection. I reached out and touched it lightly with my finger, then drew away. I rubbed my crotch and stood closer, watching it.

The lead scientist spoke: "Okay Jim, let me explain to you what is about to happen. I will inject the syringe into your arm and you will feel a chill running up your veins. It is a tickly feeling. You will sense it travel through your blood and to your heart and it will fill your heart with the poison. Then, each time your heart beats, the sensation will increase, almost like it's tickling your heart. Then after about four minutes, your heartbeats will start to feel heavier, like a squeezing feeling. This will go on for a while. We don't know how long. Anywhere between five minutes to an hour. It will be very uncomfortable. Then the pain will increase further, you will feel like you are having a prolonged heart attack with no relief. This stage is designed to keep your heart functioning for as long as possible, teetering at the edge of death. When your body can no longer handle the suffering, the death stage will begin. The heart attack will come in full force. You will be conscious the whole time and the pain will be excruciating right up until the moment of your death. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Jim breathed.

I had been staring at his dick throughout the explanation and watched in fascination as it bobbed and reacted to learning about each new stage. Jim was very eager to die.

"Do you consent to the procedure?"

"Yes!" Jim exclaimed. "Please, please...!" His hips swiveled and he was trying very hard to hold in his orgasm. His dick jerked up as the scientist pierced his skin with the needle.

"I can feel it!" He panted. "I can feel the tickling!"

His body squirmed erotically. A bubble of pre-cum appeared and dripped onto his belly, then another appeared and was stuck on the tip. His cock was bobbing incessantly now. I could stand it no longer, I began shamelessly touching myself in front of the scientists. They stood stone-faced and kept their eyes on the specimen and made notes on their clipboards.

"I think I feel the second stage coming," Jim moaned. "Aah, it hurts!"

The most delicious sounds were coming out of Jim's mouth, a mixture of pleasure and pain. His sexy body heaved and writhed. I paced myself. We watched silently. The only sound and movement came from the man dying on the table. Then his moans started sounding more painful.

Jim could feel his heart squeezing deliciously and painfully. He tried reaching for his cock but the binds held his wrists down. Then one very painful beat pounded in his chest and his heart stopped for several seconds. He gasped. Then his heart kicked back in rapidly and furiously to catch back up. This went on for a long time. His dick ached and dripped. He was sweating, delirious. His chest heaved on. His stomach stretched and squeezed. He was teetering on the edge of death and he moaned breathlessly, "I'm going, I'm going..."

"The final stage is about to begin," one of the scientists announced.

I beat myself furiously in time to the dying man's breaths.

"I'm dying, I'm dying!" He cried out and came. His body convulsed violently with orgasm. His heart stopped abruptly and he shot a second, delayed stream. His breast heaved as his lungs worked out the last of his oxygen. Then his chest lay still, but he was not dead yet. His face was twisted tight with pleasure. His hips continued to heave with forceful aftershocks.

Jim's mind faded. The very last thing he heard was me asking "Is he dead yet?"

"Yes," said the scientist. "But we will wait seven minutes to be certain."

The dick was still erect. I stroked my hand along the sexy corpse, from chest to belly.

"That was so good," I said. "I might want to volunteer next."

The head scientist looked at his watch. "We have time, we could do you now, if you want."

My heart leapt into my throat.

"Really?"

"Yes. It's either now or you will have to wait. We are very busy for the next several weeks."

I felt dizzy with the urgency of my decision. I felt my dick growing again in my pants. Would I really do this? I knew the wise thing to do would be to sleep on it and wait, but I was so charged from what I had just witnessed.

"Yes. Kill me now, before I can change my mind!"

I shoved the corpse onto the floor and leaped onto the table.

"Hurry up and strap me down."

"Don't you want to take your clothes off?"

"Just cut them off of me after I'm restrained. Hurry!" I gasped.

They strapped me down. I lay there panting and tenting in my pants. One of the scientists went to go look for scissors. Oh god, I was really doing this. I felt the cold scissor blade against my skin as my clothes were cut away. I lifted my head and watched the scissor's path travel up my leg and toward my crotch. They pulled my clothes out from under me, then took my shoes and socks off. All that was left were my boxers. They cut carefully but I swiveled my hips, intentionally disrupting the cutting. The scissors nicked my penis and I gasped with pleasure.

"Would you like me to go over the procedure again with you?"

"Yes, please."

"Very well. You will be killed by lethal injection..."

My dick rose steadily at the description of the torture.

"Are you sure you consent?"

I hesitated. I closed my eyes and replayed the recent memory of my employee dying in my mind. The pleasure looked so intense. My naked body shuddered. I want that for me.

"Yes."

"Let me be clear, you consent to me killing you now? Once you have been injected, there is no possible way to save you."

My dick was painfully stiff. My lips quivered. I shivered with fear.

"Yes, but I have a request. Will you give me a hand job?"

His eyes travelled to my erection. "I don't feel comfortable doing that."

I sighed. "I understand."

"I'll do it," one of the other scientists spoke up. "Do you want to orgasm at the moment just before you die?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

The head scientist injected me with the needle and I felt the tickling travel up my arm and toward my heart. My heart fluttered with anticipation. The poison filled my heart and I sighed with pleasure. Just then, I remembered I had to pick my son up from school today and I promised my wife we'd be home for dinner.

"Wait! Stop!" I panicked. "My son! I forgot about my son! He'll be waiting for me."

The scientist sighed in frustration. "You should have thought of that sooner. I already told you, it's too late once you've been injected."

"Please let me go!"

"I can unstrap you and let you go, but it won't do you any good, and you mustn't drive in this condition. It's best if you stay here."

I growled with frustration, straining against my bonds. How could I have been so stupid? I am throwing my life away for one good orgasm? My heart thumped painfully. My dick was still rock hard.

"Just try to relax." The scientist laid his cold hand on my hip.

Fuck. I knew there was no backing out. My stomach clenched at the proximity of his hand.

"Oh god, please help me," I moaned.

"I cannot help you."

The other scientist stood at my other side and began slowly touching me. I forced myself to take deep, calming breaths. I lifted my head and looked down at my prone body. The two men on either side of me stroking and touching me sensually. I looked so sexy dying and I knew I will become one sexy corpse.

My heart started skipping beats and I groaned in pain, then started panting. I regretted my decision, but for some reason, my anger at myself only pushed me closer to that sweet ecstacy. A drop of pre dropped onto my belly. My stomach clenched beneath it. I was agonizingly close... any second now.

"Am I close?" I gasped, referring to my death.

"Yes, the final stage is beginning," he said, checking my pulse. "You will die within two minutes."

My cock went off. I felt something break inside me. My heart fluttered deliciously painfully and then seized in my chest. I tried to gasp for air but I could not breathe. My body bucked several times involuntarily. My vision grew spotty, then went black. I could still feel the aftershocks as I died.