“The First Time” - by Foxokles The clock on the wall was ticking. It was almost seven o'clock now and Clyde, the red fox, had been sitting in the dressing room for quite a while now. He had just bought his fourth cup of coffee from the vending machine in the corner and had smoked cigarette after cigarette. He was seriously asking himself if he had made the right career choice now. He was now nearing the end of his training. The first three weeks he had to learn about the anatomy of the various species he might encounter during is work as an executioner. He had no problems with this and he easily went through the written exam. He was not a dumb fox. The hands-on part had been more tricky. He had spent most of his work life as a white collar worker. While he was skilled in typing and working with office software he was not good at doing manual tasks like knotting the nooses he would need in his future job. But he overcame this problem by buying some ropes at Tom's hardware store down the road from his apartment. He would spend the evenings at home practicing knots until he thought that he was proficient enough. But this morning he was finally to start his actual training for the job. After he arrived at the prison at 8 o'clock in the morning he was welcomed by the prison warden's assistant, Mr. Gunderson. Gunderson was a neatly clothed deer in his late 20's whose antlers had been sawn off. He led Clyde deep down into the the bowels of the vast prison complex. In fact they went so deep into the complex that Clyde lost track halfway through the trip. Gunderson had noticed Clyde's disorientation after they had left they rode the sixt elevator in a row. Gunderson smiled at him. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the layout of this building easily. But I am going to pick you up after you finish today's training. The warden wants to talk about with you about to the day." Clyde nodded and followed Gunderson down the hallway until they reached a sickly-green painted door. The sign next to door read "dressing room". Gunderson gently knocked at the door before he opened it a little. He only stuck his head trough the door gap and looked for a person inside the dressing room. Then the door was fully opened from the other side and an ibex emerged from the room. Judging from the look of his, the ibex was at least in his late sixties. He wore black leather boots and a pair of pants which was made from black leather too, his head was crowned with big horns. That was everything he wore at the moment. He reached out his hoof to shake Clyde's paw. "So, you are supposed to be my successor after I retire. Nice to meet you, my name is Gerald Stone." Clyde shook Gerald's hoof. "Schmidt, Clyde Schmidt.", he introduced himself. Gunderson interrupted them. "Well, I hope everything goes smoothly for you two, I'll call you later via the phone in the dressing room before I pick you up, Mr. Schmidt." Then he left them. "Well, from what I heard you did really well during the theoretical part of your training. But this week we will see if you are really made for this job. And to be honest, the first day is the hardest. Many young folks I was told to educate had already left by midday." "Oh, I don't think that this is the most pleasant job in the world, actually ..." "It's what you make of it. I've worked here for almost 35 years. Please follow me into the dressing room. I'll tell you more about the job there while you change clothes." Clyde followed Gerald into the dressing room, where he handed him a uniform. "I got this prison uniform for you. You'll receive your own executioner's outfit and a hood when you have finished your training. For now you can wear this uniform. Also, locker number five is all yours now." Clyde opened his locker and undressed himself first. While he did this Gerald continued to tell his story. "See, I always tried to be a some kind of friend to the inmates who were waiting for their deaths. I talked to them and listened to what they had to tell. Many of them developed a strong bond with me so that they weren't too afraid when their time had come. But that was in the old days when I had to do a maximum of six executions a week. Nowadays you are stuck with four or five executions a day. I don't really have the time to talk to them anymore. And as you can see I'm not the youngest fella anymore. So I think its a good time to retire and to look for a successor ... The uniform becomes you, by the way." Clyde's cheeks blushed under his fur. He felt really well, looking like an officer with the blue pants and the light blue shirt with the shoulder patches. "Just put on a few pounds more and everybody will think that you are a patrolman". Gerald laughed. "But you won't wear this uniform often, you will rather be dressed like me." Then Gerald put his hood on and asked Clyde to follow him to the execution room. What happened after still raged in the fox' head. His memory was blurry, his head was dizzy and his knees felt so weak. Gerald had hanged three prisoners in front of him, that was something he remembered clearly. He had shown him the difference between a long drop and a short drop. But Clyde could not remember which prisoner had been executed in which way. All he saw before his eyes were the dangling bodies and how the ones which Gerald had hanged with a short drop were kicking and struggling for air. He could not even recall of what species they were. And he felt nauseous when thinking about the dead bodies. He was so unsure now if he could really do this work. He did not say a word to poor Gerald, who seemed to be proud about the quality of his work. Clyde had put on his best poker face. Gerald had left by now and told him that he would be glad to see him again the next day. But Clyde had the intention to quit this, he had seen enough. He hoped that Gunderson would pick him up soon. He was just pulling out another cigarette from his box of Rothstein Cigarettes as the door of the dressing room finally opened. Gunderson entered through the door and said "There he is!" Clyde looked up. Gunderson was followed by the prison's warden. "Ah, Mr. Schmidt. It's very convinient that you are still around.", he said to Clyde. "Hello, Mr. Stockwell. I'm glad to see you too ... I ..." But the fox was not given the chance to finish what he had wanted to say. The warden looked over his glasses. "Mr. Stone told us that you acted stone cold during today's training. He was very impressed." Clyde felt a lump in his throat. "He's pretty sure that you will be a worthy successor to him. Did he say that Mr. Gunderson?" Gunderson nodded. "Yes, Sir!" Then the old badger patted the fox on the shoulder. "And that's why I am asking you to do some extra work even before the end of your training." "But, but ..." Clyde was getting more and more desperate now. "Yes, there's more stuff you have to learn, but this should be a nice exercise for you. Look, we found a little gift in front of the prison's gate. It's some guy who works for the Monaldo Family. We don't any free cell to place him in. And since he's a know criminal justice made it possible for us to execute him quickly and without any further ado. And that's were you come into play!" "Mr. Stockwell, I think I ..." "... You surely want to disappoint us? The city and the state have spent a lot of money for your training." Clyde looked down at the warden's shoes. His stomach still felt sick, maybe he would get out of this situation faster If he would just vomit at the warden's shoes. Then he looked up again. The warden was raising an eyebrow while Gunderson's face showed a smile that was full of expectation. Clyde coughed. He could end this now. But then other things rushed through his mind. Did his stomach feel so sick only because of what he had seen today? Or did all the ramen he ate since he was laid off from his office job a months ago play a part in this too? He had only eaten the cheapest food, had drunk the cheapest coffee, had not gone out for dinner, had only gone to the cinema once, had often walked instead of riding the subway ... for months. His only luxury was the money he spent to feed his damn addiction to nicotine. His new job would earn him more money than he had ever earned before. It was probably the best paid job he would get in his entire life. Also he wanted to be useful, he hated the fact that he had to life from benefits. He coughed again and swallowed down the lump in his throat. "I ... I'm not sure if I'm already able to do this right. But I can't say no when I'm asked to fulfil my duty." Did he just really say something pathetic like that? The warden smiled. "Well, even if you botch your first try your client will end dead anyway." The warden and Gunderson then led Clyde back to the execution room. The warden handed a Clipboard to Clyde and asked Gunderson to stay around to help Clyde to figure the way out of the building later. Gunderson obliged and sat down on a folding chair that leaned against the wall of the hallway. The warden trotted away and Clyde entered the room. This was only an anteroom to the real execution room that looked more like a simple dressing room. He was not alone in the room. A spotted hyena was sitting on a bench with cuffed paws was sitting on a bench in the room, guarded by a horse. The horse looked at the fox. "You are supposed to become the new hangman here?" "Yes, I guess that's whats going to happen.", Clyde responded. "Well, good luck with fucker here. He's all yours." Then the horse released the hyena from his handcuffs. "You know the drill!". The horse left the room and closed the door behind him. The hyena buried his head in his paws. Clyde took a deep breath and tried to remember what Gerald hat taught him today. He cleared his throat and looked at the clipboard. "Your name is Gordon Chambers?", he asked the hyena who barely looked at him. "Yes, my friends call me Gordy ..." Clyde continued to speak: "You are 34 years of age and are a spotted hyena. The crimes you are going to be punished for are extortion, assault, drug trafficking and - arson." Gordy rested his paws onto his knees. "That's true. I did all of this. There's no reason to lie to you, not to someone like you." He obviously had to suppress some tears. "Was the guard right? Am I really your first customer?". Clyde shivered. "No, I'm from the countryside. I used to work as a county's executioner.", the fox lied. "And you should have no reason to lie to me. Your accent says everything, you are cub from Berkenbosch just like me." Gordy was right of course, Clyde grew up in the borough of Berkenbosch and basically had never left it except for work. "I just wanted to make it easier for you. The protocol asks me the to order you to undress yourself." Gordy nodded and began to strip himself from his clothes. The nice feeling of power rushed to Clyde's body and mind when the hyena did as he had told him. He enjoyed what he saw as he found Gordy rather attractive. He hid his growing erection behind the clipboard and continued to talk Gordy. "How did you end up here? The warden told me that you were delivered as a gift?" Gordy sighed. "I'm a dumbass. I made the fault to go to a club in Rijnsburg. And of course the oh-so self-secure Mr. Chambers went there alone. Someone spiked my drink, tied me up and brought placed me in front of the prison. Short story." The hyena sighed again. "I always knew that I'd end up here someday. But I hoped I would be spared until I was older." He gave a wry grin. "I hope you don't mess this up. It's the first time for both of us." Then Clyde pointed at the other door in the room that led to the real execution room. Gordy walked towards the door, Clyde followed him closely. The hyena stopped at the door and Clyde opened it for him. After Gordy entered the room his movement froze. He stared in awe at the old wooden gallow that graced the centre of the room. There was a noose hanging from the its beam. Clyde remembered that Gerald had told him that he always prepared a nosse for the next day before he went home. The fox' thoughts became clearer with every second now. He put his paws on Gordy's shoulders with the intention to gently remind him to move on. Gordy took a few steps more and stopped in front of the gallow, looking at the noose that would be tied around his neck soon. The hyena looked over his shoulder. "I heard so much about this thing. They said it is very old." "Yes.", Clyde replied, "They told me that this gallow has been in use ever since the prison was opened. Also the two guys who constructed it were inmates of the prison and also the first two criminals that were hanged on it. They will bring it to a museum in a few years and it will be replaced with a more modern model ..." Then Clyde noticed a musky and manly smell filled his nose. Gordy noticed the sniffing noise Clyde produced and spun around. First he looked into Clyde's eyes and then he looked down. "Seems I'm not only a dumbass, I'm also quite weird." The hyena boasted a full erection. Clyde did not know what to say and simply pointed to the stool that was waiting under the gallow. Gordy willingly placed himself on the stool while Clyde went to the back of the room and got a second stoll as well as some rope. He put the stool behind the one Gordy was standing on. "Please put your paws behind your back", he told the hyena as he climbed the stool. He tied the hyena's paws tightly together even if he struggled a bit with getting the knot right. He bit on his lip and reached for the noose. He put it gently around the hyena's neck and pulled it tight afterwards. He was driven by adrenaline now. This felt good. He hugged the hyena from behind. "I'm sorry that I lied to you." "Its okay. You only wanted to make it easier for me. But I'm begging you: Please do this now. I'm ... excited ..." "I noticed that ..." Clyde jumped from his stool and gave it a gentle kick. Then he placed himself next to Gordy and put his right foot under the stool. He intended to use his foot like a hook to pull one of the stool's legs. A tingly feeling ran through his whole body. He closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds. Then he pulled the stool's leg with his foot. The noise of the moving stool mixed with the sound of the noose that fully tightened itself around Gordy's neck. Clyde opened his eyes again. The hyena hang from the gallow, very calm at the moment. Clyde positioned himself in front of Gordy, he was afraid that he would kick when he was struggling for air. He was excited about what was going to happen next. Indeed, for just a minute only the hyena's cock kept twitching, then he began to kick with his legs as he ran out of air. Gordy went into a wild jig which suddenly stopped after the hyena had fought for a further minute. Now he just dangled peacefully from the gallow. Clyde made a step towards Gordy, he wanted to check if the hyena was dead now. But Gordy was not dead. As Clyde came close to him his body twitched again. Clyde heard a loud moan from above and looked up at Gordy's face whose tongue was hanging out his muzzle. While he was looking up he suddenly felt a warm feeling on his chest. He looked down again to see that the hyena was just shooting his last load onto the shirt of his uniform. Gordy fired around seven shots of thick, heavy cum onto the fox' shirt before he finally ran dry. Instinctively Clyde reached for the hyena's cock and squeezed the last bits of semen out of it. Then Gordy's body went limp. Clyde on the other hand was even more excited than he had been all day long. Gordy's musk was still hanging in the air, his shirt was full of the hyena's semen and he realized that he had now hanged a man for real. He opened his zipper and freed his own dick from his boxers. He looked at Gordy's dead face: "I'm so sorry, pal." and started to jerk himself off. The tip of his dick was already dripping with pre-cum and he was so excited that it only took mere seconds until he came himself. He tried to catch as much of his cum into with his paws. Then he looked at Gordy's body again and hugged him again, this time at the height of they hyena's hips, smearing his fur with cum. He buried his nose into Gordy's fur and sniffed at his musk. He thought that this is going to be a smell he never wanted to forget. Then he left the room to look for some towels or tissue he could clean his shirt up. But he had no success. So the only thing he had to do was to wait until ten minutes had passed. After the ten minutes were over he cut the rope from which Gordy was hanging. Then he dragged Gordy to the hatch at the other side of the room. He opened it and lifted the hyena on the chute that hid behind it. He patted the hyena's headfur before he pushed him down the body down the chute. The fox sighed. This had been the most bizarre day in his entire life. And now he had to go back to Gunderson wearing a cum-soaked shirt. He was sure that this will lead to questions. Anyway, his stomach was growling, he had been so nervous that he had eaten nothing that day. If they would ask about the cum-stains he would tell them the truth: That Gordy-guy was slightly over-excited. Maybe they would understand. Clyde left the room with the gallow behind and closed the door. When he opened the door that led to the hallway he was greeted by not only Gunderson but also Mr. Stockwell and Gerald. Clyde gasped. "Hello, Clyde.", Gerald said. "I guess your work for today is done?" Clyde was horrified. "I thought you went home?" Then the warden began to speak: "Mr. Schmidt, Mr. Stone was of the opinion that you were not able to cope with your training today. But he felt that you are a very promising new hangman so we were just glad that we could create a situation that was probably going to push you over the edge. We were very thankful that Mr. Chambers arrived today ..." Clyde starred into Mr. Stockwell's eyes. "And judging from the state of your shirt, Gordy was rather excited at the end? Don't worry, this happens more often than you might think at first. Now tell us, can you still imagine yourself doing this for a living?" A weight was taken of Clyde's mind now. "Yes ... I think I did rather well ... I'm not sure if I should be proud of my work. But in the end it was not that hard for me." Mr Stockwell looked over the rim of his glasses again: "So will you stay with us?" "I guess I'll do!", Clyde answered. Gerald smiled at him: "That's great. I hope the hyena's who work down in the crematorium are not to pissed about the fact that your first kill was one of their species. Those two guys can be rather vindictive. Also, did you prepare a new noose for tomorrow as I taught you to do?" "Umm ... No?" Gerald looked at the warden. "You see I still have to teach him a lot of things." They laughed.