Jimmy sat impatiently alone in the viewing room at Blackmore Prison. The twelve year old fox boy fidgeted as he waited. He wished they had let him keep his Nintendo, or even cell phone, but he had had to surrender all electronics when he checked in. It was [i]bring your kid to work[/i] day and he was here as guest to watch his father at work.

Jimmy looked around the room. It was pretty bare, with plain concrete walls. There were two rows of seats bolted onto the floor facing a wall with a curtain covering a one way mirror window. Next to the window was a sturdy steel door connecting to the room the window was observing. On another wall was second steel door with a red illuminated exit sign over it, though the door was locked.

Just when Jimmy thought he would die from the boredom the lights in the room dimmed and the curtain started moving. He settled down on his seat, his attention now concentrated at the window. The curtain slid away and revealed the other room. It was brightly lit, but equally bare. On one wall was again a steel door, this time double, and next to which stood a uniformed wolf guard. A small control panel with several switches was on the wall next to him. A large clock was prominent over the doors. A stretcher trolley was left along one wall out of the way.

The only remaining fixture in the room was a tall sturdy metal post with a seat on it, and a large wheel behind it. On the seat sat a wolf prisoner in an orange jumpsuit. His hands were cuffed behind his back and connected to chains on the post. His ankles were likewise chained together. On his face were a leather muzzle straps, keeping his mouth closed. A thick strap was around his neck.

Jimmy's dad, Alex, was standing in front of the prisoner. The tall fox was wearing not only his usual prison uniform, but also a black mask concealing his face.

The fox glanced at the viewing window, then turned to face the prisoner. “Theodore Parker, you have been found guilty of crimes against the State and have been sentenced to death by strangulation.” The prisoner growled through his muzzle, but the fox continued, “Your sentence will now be carried out. May god have mercy on your soul.”

Jimmy had stood up from his chair and was right up to the glass as he watched his father walk over to the wheel behind the prisoner. Alex paused for just a moment before he started turning the wheel.

The wolf's growl turned into a gargle. Then another. He struggled against his bonds, trying to pull away from the chair, but the chain holding his hands and the strap tightening around his neck held him in place. He arched his back as he twisted, straining his chest to pull a breath. Soon his gargles quieted, though his struggles only increased.

Jimmy stared transfixed at the wolf's dying struggles.

The fox stopped turning the wheel and just stood there, observing the wolf's struggles.

Soon the wolf was slowing down. His head was nodding down. His lips were purple, his eyes bloodshot. The strap dug into his throat under his jaw. He arched his back one more time, pushed out his chest, desperate for even one more breath. Then his body slumped down in the chair. Limp, and still. Just his face slightly darkening, the blue shining underneath his fur.

Jimmy was completely mesmerized by the sight of death happening in front of his eyes. But then a minute passed. And another. Nothing further was happening and soon the excitement was turning back into boredom of waiting. Jimmy slinked back over to his chair and sat down.

The fox repeatedly glanced at the clock as the minutes passed. 5 minutes. 6 minutes. A wet spot appeared on the crotch of the prisoner's jumpsuit. Slowly it spread out. Jimmy fidgeted in his chair.  9 minutes. 10 minutes. 

The fox walked over to the stretcher and picked up a stethoscope. He placed the prongs into his ears and then walked over to the prisoner. He pressed the headpiece against the dead wolf's chest and listened. He listened to another spot. And another. Finally he nodded at the guard at the door.

The wolf guard nodded back and walked over to the stretcher. He pulled it over to the prisoner, while the fox started unshackling the prisoner's chains. With the chains removed the two guards took places on each side of the prisoner and with some effort heaved the dead wolf onto the stretcher.

The fox walked over to the double doors and unlocked them with his key. He held the doors open and the wolf guard pushed the stretcher through, taking the dead wolf prisoner to the prison morgue. The fox closed the doors. He pulled the mask off his face and stuffed it in his pocket. Then he walked over to the door to the viewing room.

Jimmy skipped over to the door as it swung open. “Hey daddy!”

“Hey son.” He ruffled the little boy's hair. “So, what did you think?”

“Oh, it was really exciting!” Jimmy thought for a bit more. “But then the waiting was really boring. Before and after.”

Alex chuckled. “Well, I've got another execution scheduled in two hours, but I know how to make it less boring. Would you like to be the one to turn the wheel and execute him?”

Jimmy's face lit up instantly with excitement. “Oh! Can I? Can I? Pleeease!”


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Alex and the wolf guard walked down the corridor, flanking on both sides a green dragon in an orange jumpsuit. The dragon walked awkwardly with his feet and hands chained. Soon enough the trio arrived at the double doors at the end of the corridor. Alex opened them with his key, revealing the execution chamber beyond them. 

The wolf nudged the dragon to step forward. The dragon glared at the garrotte chair, but the wolf kept pushing him to walk towards it. Alex closed the doors behind them.

“Turn around!” The wolf ordered the dragon once he was in front of the chair. “Sit down!”

The dragon turned, but resisted sitting. The wolf pushed him, but still he resisted.

“SIT! DOWN!” The wolf forced the dragon backwards and the dragon stumbled onto the chair.

“Fuck you!” The dragon barked back as he tried to steady himself so he didn't fall off the seat.

Alex grabbed the dragon's shoulder and pulled his cuffed hands to link the chain to the manacles on the chair. The dragon snarled at him. Then as the wolf held the dragon in turn, Alex wrapped the strap around the dragon's throat and hooked it to the garotte mechanism.

Alex took a step back and fished the muzzle straps from his pocket. He looked at the dragon sternly. “Any last words?”

“Fuck you too!” The dragon spat at him.

“Noted.” Alex nodded at the wolf. He grabbed the dragon's muzzle and forced it closed while Alex slipped the straps over it.

With everything now ready the wolf stepped to his post at the door and flicked a switch to open the observation room curtains.

Alex faced the prisoner and spoke his lines. “Jonathan Drake, you have been found guilty of crimes against the State and have been sentenced to death by strangulation. Your sentence will now be carried out. May god have mercy on your soul.”

But Alex didn't step up to the garotte chair, instead he walked over to the observation room door and opened it with his keys. He beckoned through the doorway. “Come on over.”

Cautiously the little fox boy stepped into the execution chamber. The dragon glowered and growled at him. The boy ducked behind his father.

“It's ok, he can't hurt you.” Alex reassured the boy. Together they walked over to the chair. “Now, start turning the wheel.”

Jimmy looked at the large dragon, then at the wheel. His hand was almost shaking as he reached up and touched the wheel. Gingerly he started turning it. It was heavier than he thought it would be and it took effort to turn it.

At first it seemed like nothing was happening. One turn. Second turn. The strap was starting to dig into the dragon's throat.

[i]Hrghh grrlrgh...[/i]

The boy continued to turn the wheel as the dragon started gagging.

[i]Hrk hrgl ghhhhghhh...[/i]

Third turn. The dragon struggled against his binds as his wet gargles wheezed in his throat.

[i]ghhgh ghhgh ghhgh...[/i]

“Go on, keep turning until he stops making noise.” The fox instructed.

[i]hhh~ ~hhh~ ~h~ ~ ~[/i]

The dragon's chest puffed as he tried to pull a breath. The strap had dug deep into his slender neck and the scales on his face were darkening with the blood packing in his head. He pulled against the chains, his legs kicked, his back arched. But not a sound escaped through his throat any longer.

Jimmy stopped turning the wheel and looked at his dad. “He's still struggling a lot.”

The fox nodded. “That's because you're killing him. He can't breathe.”

As Jimmy watched the dragon's dying struggles he was feeling... strange. He saw the squeeze on the dragon's neck, he saw the muscles straining, rippling underneath the scales. He saw the darkening colour on his face. And he smelled scent of fear from the dragon. Somehow the dying male looked... hot. Hidden in his pants he felt his little prick peeking out from its sheath and getting stiff.

The dragon squirmed, trying to pull away from the chair and the constriction around his neck. His legs kicked and he strained hard. Then his eyes fluttered and his body slumped. Limp, still and silent. Just slowly darkening face.

He had done it! He had killed the dragon! Though his cock stood at full attention, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. Except... maybe... somehow the limp form of the dragon looked even hotter. 

Jimmy hoped nobody would notice the little bulge in his pants as he watched the dragon, still mesmerized by the dead male. He stepped a little closer. He smelled the musk on the dragon. He saw the bruised scales around the deadly strap. 

He couldn't help himself and gingerly he reached over and touched the dead scalie on the shoulder. There was no reaction. He reached to the neck and traced the tight band with his fingers. The dragon's scales felt smooth and cool to the touch.

This time time seemed to fly, and soon the fox stepped in with the stethoscope and listened for the dragon's heart.

Jimmy observed as his dad did his check up on the expired dragon. But then he pulled the stethoscope off his ears and placed them on Jimmy's ears. Alex held the head up to Jimmy's own chest and the little boy could hear the [i]ba-dum ba-dum[/i] of his own heart beating. Then Alex pressed the head against the dragon's chest again and there was silence. His heart was still.

All Jimmy could say was “wow” and his cock bounced.

The fox chuckled. He took the stethoscope back and nodded at the wolf still guarding the door. The wolf again brought the trolley up to them while Alex undid the dragon's manacles. Then the two hoisted the dead man onto the trolley and the wolf pushed him away through the double doors.

Alex returned to the cub who was still standing next to the garotte chair. “So, how'd you like that?”

“That was AMAZING!” the little cub enthused, his eyes wide.

“Would you like to sit on the chair? I can show you how it feels like.”

Jimmy looked at the chair. Suddenly in his mind flashed an image of himself executed, limp and dead just like the dragon. His cock pulsed with the thought. He swallowed and nodded. “Ok.” He didn't want to seem [i]too[/i] eager.

Alex bend down and pulled a lever to move the seat up to be appropriate height for the little cub.

With a bit of trepidation Jimmy hopped up and sat down on the seat on which the dragon – and wolf – had just died.

“Hands behind your back.”

He followed and Alex pulled a pair of handcuffs off his belt and clasped them loosely around the cub's wrists. Then he hooked them onto the garotte chair. Then he clasped the strap around the boy's neck.

Jimmy felt the leather against his fur and he swallowed. He tested his bonds a little. They were secure. He was strapped to the death chair, just like a prisoner.

His dad took a step back and looked at the cub and played his part as executioner. “James Maxwell, you have been found guilty of crimes against the State and have been sentenced to death by strangulation.” 

The cub shivered as he heard the words calling out his demise. And yet, secretly, his cock bobbed in his pants.

“Your sentence will now be carried out. May god have mercy on your soul.” 

Jimmy's heart raced as the executioner walked up behind him. There was a squeak as the wheel started to turn. Then he felt it. Snugness around his throat. Each twist of the wheel the band around his neck was getting tighter and his death was getting closer. Soon it started constricting him. He tried to swallow, but it got caught on the band. He felt the blood starting to pack in his head.

[i]Grghllgh...[/i]

His heart skipped with the sound his throat made. He had never heard anything hotter.

[i]Glgh hrghl...[/i]

He strained to draw in a breath. His chest pushed out, just like the dragon's. In his mind's eye he saw himself being executed for crimes unspeakable.

[i]ghhgh hhggh hhhh...[/i]

Instinctively he struggled as the need to breathe increased. His body twisted, his legs kicked. His cock rubbed against the fabric of his underpants, and it felt so wonderful.

[i]hhh~ hhh~ ~hhhh~[/i]

He heard the breath wheeze in his throat, and it sounded so hot. He felt tingly and light headed. He felt the pressure in his head, in his chest, in his cock... In his mind's eye he saw his demise approaching, his body slumping down, limp, still, dead.

Executed, for real.

Then his body shivered, and his cock spurted.

He felt a moment of panic flash through him. 

Another spurt. And another. There was nothing he could do about it. He felt the wetness spreading in his pants as his body relaxed in the afterglow. Spurt after spurt, he had never come so hard.

Then his father pressed the release lever and the pressure around his throat disappeared. He gasped for breath raspily. Drained, both by the experience and his orgasm. As he recovered his father unshackled his hands, and unclasped the band from his throat.

“You are now dead. How do you feel?”

The cub's breath was steadying. “Intense.” He glanced down. A wet spot was evident on his pants. “I... I think I wet myself a little.” He lied, not wanting to admit that he had creamed his pants from the thought of dying.

Alex placed his hand on the cub's shoulder. “I'm sorry if I scared you too much.”

“No. It's...” The cub paused, his voice a little hoarse. “It's ok. I'm glad.”

Alex gestured towards the door with his hand. “Let me take you to the bathroom and you can clean yourself up.”

Jimmy hopped up and awkwardly walked towards the door, the mess in his pants sticking to his fur...