Decapitation

(John POV)

I watched my friend bend over the stone. He touched it reverently. His fingers sliding over the sides as he slowly sank to his knees in front of it. His breathing came in heavy gasps. I stepped up behind him with the axe and he moaned.

I made eye contact with Greg who signalled me to wait. I stood directly behind my friend so he he could feel my presence and be aware that I could swing at any second. I heard his breathing get faster and faster. With each exhale came a short, frightened gasp. Now I was getting my own erection knowing I was the cause of this.

I held my breath waiting for Greg's signal. I heard my friend moan again. He shifted a little bit more forward and rubbed the tip of his clothed cock against the hard stone.

Greg gave the signal.

I lowered the axe to my friend's neck to text the placement and saw him shudder beneath it. Then I took a deep breath, raised the axe high, and swung down as hard as I could. Blood spurted everywhere. He was decapitated but a portion of his neck was still attached. The body slumped to the floor and I nudged it onto its back with my foot. There was a big wet spot over the bulge of the boxers. Greg zoomed in on it.

We would have a lot to clean up, but I knew it was a good performance and would make us lots of money. Our crew was now down to two people and I wondered at how quickly it would become one.