Hanging Execution

In his final hours, Sam sat in his cell waiting for the fateful knock on his door. His heart was racing and his palms were sweaty. Finally, the knock came.

"Come in," he said.

A guard stepped in and simply said "It's time," somberly.

Sam flew to his feet, eager to get it over with even though he knew it would not be quick. They walked in silence. Sam stared at the floor until they reached the executioner's office. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the door, then took a deep breath and turned the handle. He entered the room alone.

The three men were there. Mr. Harkins was already naked, casually leaning against the oak desk. Sam stared at his impressive physique. His member hung long and low. "Strip." he said. There was no friendliness in his voice like the other day, only command and authority. Sam complied in silence.

Mr. Harkins then stepped very close to Sam, looking down at him. He readied a long, white cloth. He grabbed Sam's hips in both his hands and turned him slightly left to right, eyeballing the measurement. The fabric slid smoothly against his skin. The executioner was very gentle in tying the front knot, letting it hang low so that Sam thought it barely covered him at all.

Then Sam turned to Dr. Farell. He shivered as the doctor placed a cold stethoscope to his breast. The doctor murmured instructions to breathe here and there. He preformed a full body physical, instructing him to lay down at various times to poke his abdomen and so forth. He then slid a hand under the loincloth and fondled Sam's limp penis, stating it was in good health. The exam concluded with the prostate exam and then the insertion of the plug.

Sam felt it go inside him and touch something deep. His penis instantly reacted. The muscles deep inside his anus flexed experimentally against the intruder. Sam stood straight and tried to remain calm, composed, and proud as he waited for further instructions.

The doctor examined Mr. Harkins, but only checked his eyes and his vitals.

"Are we all ready?" Mr. Harkins asked. The three other men nodded.

Sam walked in the middle with Dr. Farell and Mr. Helm on either side of him. Mr. Harkins was directly behind Sam so that he could set his own pace. He felt the executioner's presence looming behind him.

People came out to watch the procession as they walked the long corridor. "Dead man walking," was whispered on many lips with curiosity and reverence.

A door labelled "execution chamber" was directly ahead, and Sam's heart once again quickened. He opened the door himself and the three men followed. Mr. Harkins closed the door behind them. The room was small and bare, with white painted brick. A drain was located in the center of the floor, and there was a mop sink in one corner. Each of the four corners of the ceiling had surveillance cameras, and in the center, was the noose and pulley system, already prepared.

Sam's breathing quickened at the sight, and the doctor took him by the shoulders to listen to his heart.

"Calm down Sam, slow breaths." The doctor whispered close to him until his panic attack subsided. When he had calmed down some, he noticed Mr. Harkins was semi-erect and had been staring at him the whole time.

The executioner held out his hand to Sam, waiting. Sam took several more deep breaths before reaching his own hand out. The two walked hand in hand the short distance to the center of the room. The executioner, again, manhandled him by the hips to position him where he wanted, then slowly brought the rope down. Sam whimpered as it passed over his head. He was surprised by his own reaction, but the fear was so real.

"Sam, you are condemned to death, it is my duty and my pleasure to carry out this sentence for you today." Mr. Harkins' voice was low and husky. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but only a whine escaped. He reached his thin hand out in blind desperation and his fingers brushed Harkins' breast. His fingers stroked along the skin a few times until Harkins stepped closer. Sam palmed his chest. He pleaded with his eyes for mercy. Sam could have wept with fear, but all he saw in his executioner's eyes was blown-wide lust. He looked down and saw the giant thing bobbing wildly.

Sam didn't really know why, but he figured he may as well indulge the man. His thin fingers tickled the cock and began stroking it. Harkins gasped in disbelief, but he didn't move. He stood ramrod straight and allowed the condemned to touch him to completion, all while looking sexy as Hell all trussed up and gasping with fear. He grunted and gushed onto the condemned's stomach, then stepped away. He huffed and paced a bit to regain his composure, then stalked around behind Sam to tie his wrists behind his back.

Helm then stepped forward with a long box. Harkins opened it and picked up the ceremonial sword, holding it level and then out. He approached Sam from the front. Harkins and Sam both panted at the proximity of the naked blade so close to bare skin. He touched the tip of the needle-sharp sword at the center of Sam's loincloth, just below the belly. He then sliced expertly down, parting the cloth. The cold blade slid along Sam's skin but did not draw blood. The executioner was happy with what he found underneath. The condemned was indeed aroused.