The roar of applause was nearly deafening in my ears as the show ended.  My own cheers lost amid the crowd as I watched the sea otter's last struggles leave him swinging quietly in the evening breeze.  The setting sun gave his plush cream and brown fur a lovely golden hue as it illuminated the stage.  The wolf executioner giving a bow with a graceful arch of his wings, before he turned towards those tall steps again.  I leaned back in my seat with a sigh, my draconic form nearly too large for the wooden seat as I stretched and shifted, catching my breath from the cheering.  My eyes closing for a moment to think of my own body on stage, heavy emerald scales of my back and fine blue scales of my belly twisting and glittering for the breeze.  That long oriental form nicely stretched, showing off my crimson mane and fur along my back from antlers to tuft of my tailtip dangling below.  And of course that plump maleness and arousal, stiff for all to admire as I slowly twirled.  My eyes opening to watch the wolf progress down the steps, shifting in my seat to settle that aching arousal in my pants.

An evil thought came to mind of relieving some of this tension while I watched the wolf walk around the corner to gather whoever will fill that third trapdoor.  I peeked down my row, gazing left and right, and grinning wider as my idea was vindicated with the sight of a few other males, pants unzipped or pulled down and fondling their arousals.  I gave a little shift, then unbuttoned the cotton belt of my pants to loosen it up.  Sighing as the tightness against my arousal relaxed already, a wet splotch of pre already formed on the lap of my pants.  My long fingers deftly unbutton the soft pants below that belt, then open them up with a huff of pleasure.  The slender, long arousal lifting free to the cool air, glistening with slimy precum as a drop of it oozes from the slim tip.  I leaned back and gave a low rumble, fingers tracing down the heat of my penis as I got comfortable again to see who would be filling the next trapdoor.

The wolf returned to the sunlit stage after a moment, and I grinned as I saw the tall stallion he led behind him on that leash.  I couldn't help but rumble a purr in admiration at the rippling muscles of the zebra striped unicorn, proudly walking towards his fate.  He must have been at least seven feet tall, perhaps even as tall as I am at eight feet, those big hooves gracefully leading him to his death.  Of course, most eyes, including mine, were on the massive ebon arousal that dangled between his thighs, swaying and stiffening before us steadily.  His equine maleness slowly lifting upwards, black flesh glistening in the evening sun as it exposed the full ballsac beneath.  I gave my own arousal a firm squeeze, feeling even my virile length dwarfed a little by that display.  With a little grin I peeked down each row, watching males and females squirming and touching themselves as they looked over the stallion's display.  I grinned wider when I noticed a slender bunny taking a peek at my own emerged cock.  Leaning back, I grasped my arousal and pumped fingers along the length slowly, giving him a little show of that firm crimson length while his ears blushed pink.  Perhaps I'll have to find him later to play with, but for now I turned to watch the stallion begin his ascent up the stairs.

Those black hooves began to step up each step, ringing out softly as horseshoes clattered on the wood.  Each proud step making that heavy arousal bob and sway before him, as he gazed over the two limp forms hanging before him.  I started to brush my slick arousal as I listened to his faint whinnies of fear and arousal, while smooth fingertips danced upon my firm length.  My other paw slipping down to cup and rub my scaly ballsac, fondling myself as I enjoyed the show before me.  The stallion's tail flicking with nervous fear and lust as he worked up each step, trying to stand as tall and sure as possible for us all.  Step by step he grows closer to the two before him, finally reaching the top to be walked by the two open platforms to his own.  He looks them over, drawing in the sight of their hooded, dead bodies, knowing soon he too will be limp and stiff before the crowd, just a decoration to twist slowly in the breeze.  

My fingers grasped  my arousal with a slow stroke of silky scales on flesh, working up another glob of musky pre to spill upon fingertips and spread over that long penis.  I could feel the gaze of a few in the crowd who noticed my own personal show I was giving, but I didn't mind.  I was entraned by the sight of that handsome, large unicorn being stepped onto the platform edge.  The wood creaking as the small locks holding him up strained under his weight.  A nervous clatter of hooves as his tail flicked, chest rising and falling quickly for breath as the wolf has to set out a small stepladder to be able to hood him.  Stepping up to better reach the doomed equine, he opens that dark, heavy hood for us all, stained in the front from so many shows before, and then drags it around the stallion's head.  A little grin from the crowd as a small hole had been added to the top, letting that curled, ivory and ebony horn peek free.  Though soon this little identifying detail got it's own little cover, to help obscure the doomed unicorn before his slow dance.  I huffed softly as I slowed my fingers, not wanting to get too worked up yet before the show started.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I watched a massive rope be drawn around that obscured neck, the wolf making a show of tying the broad strands of rope into the simple noose that would hold and snuff that massive stallion.  I rubbed my oozing tip with a finger slowly, circling my slit with a hiss, eyes lidded as I imagined my snout in that dark, hot, muffling hood, awaiting those achingly long moments before I strangle and die as an evening's entertainment.  Steadily that knot formed, until it cupped that graceful neck with a tug from the wolf, throwing it over the gibbet pole above with a loud thump of rope hitting the wooden platform.  The stallion's tall form nearly reaching that massive support above his head as he stands proud for us, although the nervous flicking of his tail revealed some of that fear in his body.  The   executioner stepping down to pull that little stepladder aside once more, taking his time for the hooded unicorn to squirm and struggle under that heavy hood.  I pulled my hand back from my lap as I watched that rope be slowly pulled down, tightening snugly with a muffled whinny from the doomed stallion as it was secured to the platform behind him.

The wolf stepped back to admire his handiwork, enjoying the sight of us as we squirmed in anticipation along with that helpless equine, the scent of lust thick in the air.  The wolf calling out again to the crowd to announce the fate of the next victim, “And yet once more another platform is to be filled.  This time we have a wonderful show of virility and strength before you!  A very handsome and large zebracorn who will soon hang by his thick neck until he dies before you all!  However, he will not be dying as a stallion, but instead just a gelding!  To swing and dangle with his maleness claimed, just the noose to hold and love his body until he dies. ”

The big zebra's tail jerked and flicked with suprise and shock at the announcement.  Hooves clattering on the platform in nervous stomps, but the taut noose holds him still.  He whinnies, aroused and fearful as the wolf gathers a slim, bright pink string to tie off and strangle those virile testicles.  The silky pouch of the stallion pulling tight as fingers wrap and pull down those doomed balls, the stallion visibly shaking as he feels his sentence being carried out.  My own balls ached in sympathy as I watched with rapt attention as that bright string loops around the base.  Then a hiss from the new gelding as a strong tug clamps the string shut around the delicate blood vessels and flesh of the base of his ballsac.  The crowd wincing and moaning quietly as that string is tightly bound and secured, the bright cheerful pink of the string making itself readily seen.  Within moments that tight pouch relaxes, dangling heavily as the orbs within slowly begin to strangle and die.

I couldn't help but whimper at such a helpless male, squirming in my seat as I lowered my pants a little to wrap a finger around my scaly pouch.  The thought of those fat balls dying slowly before a crowd made me tremble in arousal and fear.  I huffed in breath, watching the unicorn stand so tall and sure still, while his silken pouch begins to slowly darken before us.  Hints of purple in the dark hide as it relaxes and dangles heavily in the breeze.  The gelding's chest rising and falling strongly, not making a sound as he waits for the ache of his dying virility to cease.  Moment by moment that pouch darkens, a solemn quietness as we wait for his masculinity to be removed by that pink ribbon.  After what felt like an eternity the wolf reaches forward, a rough tug and squeeze on those limp orbs.  The stallion unmoving, a faint flick of his tail revealing the orbs to be numb and lost as the wolf whispers to the hooded figure.  A quiet, mournful whinny and shiver running up and down the grand horse's spine, soon to be his time to hang as well and join his maleness in death.

I leaned back as the wolf walked slowly to the release for the trapdoor beneath the helpless gelding.  A fingertip tickling my slit as I breathed heavily in arousal, knowing that winged wolf was just taking his time now to toy with us and his victim.  The air was thick with tension as he stroked the lever that would drop that platform away and lead the gelding unicorn to his slow death.  Panting eagerly as I strained to not paw off at that moment, feeling that hot urge in my lap.  I was rumbling with a quiet purr as I leaned forward in my seat, watching that gelding's chest rise and fall, breathing steadily of the hot air under his hood.  The loud clatter of the trapdoor opening nearly made my jump in my seat, the door quickly flipping open then slamming into it's locked position with a loud bang.  The crowd gasps and cries out softly as the rope audibly creaks with the weight it strains to support.  The massive horse beginning to twist for us in his dying dance as a gelding, the long pink string that holds those strangled balls swinging in the breeze with him.

I reached down and started to rub myself with a lustful rhythm, a slick sound announcing my masturbation to my neighbors.  But none would take their time to look, all eyes upon the rippling muscles and sweaty hide of the dying zebracorn.  His striped hide showing off his strength as muscles struggle against the deadly embrace of rope around his hooded throat.  His arms swinging side to side behind him, while his thick legs rise and fall uselessly in the cool evening air.  The glitter of horseshoes sparkling in the golden light as he twists slowly around.  I pumped my fingers tightly over the slippery flesh of my throbbing maleness, gazing upon the stiff arousal the gelding sported, watching it throb and twitch, broad crown flaring and relaxing as the horse danced and kicked for us.

That aching heat of a building orgasm in my lap guided my hands as I stared at the thrashing gelding before me.  Watching sweat dribble from his hide, glistening stripes and rippling muscles fighting for life in that fatal embrace of rope.  I moaned and bit my lip, thinking of my long form thrashing for consciousness as a tight rope stole my life away minute by minute.  My balls were pulled tight against my lap now, the slick rhythmic pulse of slick flesh being pumped quite noticeable for those around me.  I took no means to hide my masturbation to those around me, though few would watch with such a show before them.  I crooned softly as that fat, black equine length jerked and flared, broad eye oozing pre to splatter to the ground so far below him.  The hot tingle of my growing arousal suddenly flared and twitched, and I moaned out loudly for all to hear as I jerked my hips in my seat.  My slender tip flaring and pulsing, hot and sensitive as my hand quickly rose and fall upon the sensitive flesh.  Gripping the underside firmly as I felt the hot rush of cum twitching in my lap, eager to escape.  My tail thumping the ground beneath my seat in the stands, I leaned back, nearly into the lap of a surprised skunk as I grunted with pleasure.  The tense pulse in my lap eager for my release as I gazed upon the swinging form of the unicorn, the sight of his helpless body too much for me as I roared out lustfully in climax.  A graceful ribbon of draconic seed splashed across my mane and cheeks, as well as perhaps into the lap of the skunk guy behind me given the gasp he gave from my impromptu show.  My penis jerking in my grasp with each jet of cum it pulses onto my shirt, the sticky, thick seed clinging to my shirt in messy white ribbons.  For a moment I lost track of the show, blinded in pleasure as I grunted and panted for all to see as I painted my chest and belly in orgasm.

The rush of pleasure faded as hot and fast as it began, leaving me breathless and hot as I stroked my sensitive length.  Aching with satisfaction as I tickled the underside of that spent length, urging another glob of thick cum to ooze from my slit and onto my lap with a shiver.  My gaze brought back to the tense, desperate jerks of the dying unicorn.  I give a little shiver and sigh, straightening myself up again  to relax and catch my breath as I watched the show.  The dying unicorn's muscles rippling and cramping as that black cock flared in that deadly embrace of the noose.  The graceful kicks and twists turning to a frantic jerking as he steadily dies for us.  Finally his legs lift, rump tensed and tail lifting as that big penis twitches for us all.  A gush of slick, clear pre pouring forth in a messy arc, the thin orgasm lacking his semen as he orgasms upon the rope's strangling embrace.  Again and again he gushes those thin, clear jets of seed, marking him as clearly gelded as hips thrust into the air.  His tail lifting with each one before they subside with a messy oozing of the glistening fluid down his cock, leaving him sagging even heavier upon the noose.  I squeezed my cock, pulling softly to draw out another bead of white, sticky seed to cling to my fingers, imagining the thin slickness my gelded balls would draw out if it was my neck in that rope.  A rumbled moan at the thoughts as I licked my lips, knowing the show was drawing to a close.

I could hear the faint moans of others similarly enjoying themselves as the gelding unicorn began to finally relax in his deadly dance.  His head tossing beneath that hood, the growing splotch of drool glittering in the sunset.  Legs jerked and cramped beneath him, to weak to rise up once more.  His arousal dribbled his thin pre as it twitched and bobbed for us as we watched him succumb to the noose.  I sighed and arched in pleasure as the warm glow of pleasure washed through me.  Licking my lips as those hooves trembled, sweat trickling from them as we watch the unicorn's head bob and struggle to remain up.  That long tail flicking in dying twitches as his head finally sags and remains down, drool starting to ooze through the hood, adding another layer to the stains upon it's surface.  Those hooves flit and jerk quietly as his limp form rocks from his last dying thrusts, life escaping the once grand stallion.    His proud body reduced to decoration, gelded and hung as entertainment for the carnal crowd.  Soon the faint twitches in his sweaty hide end, chest to never rise again as the breeze slowly begins to turn him with the others, the creaking of ropes forming a quiet chorus for his death.

The crowds soon erupt in cheering after a moment of silence for the show, the wolf bowing once more for us.  I can't help but grin, as those around me turn heads to look at my cum splatted shirt and face.  Leaning back a little as I arch my chest out, fingertips dragging through the thick pool of cum on my lap to draw up a sticky ribbon of cum to my lips.  Letting the sticky, bitter spunk dribble from my fingertips onto my tongue with a quiet rumble.  A little grin as I watch the skunk behind me gaze down at the messy show with a pink blush in his cheeks.  Slowly grooming the cum off my mane and face with my fingers to lick them clean of each of those bitter ribbons of thick cum.  My flaccid length lazily returning to my exposed sheath and balls, letting everyone around me know how much I enjoyed that last showing in a very lewd manner.  A pleased rumble as I wonder what the next showing will be.
