Torchlight flickers upon the silvery fur and black leather of the winged wolf executioner while he admires the slowly turning curves of the poor bat lady whose final dance has ended.  Panting for breath, his arousal blatantly strains against his loincloth as he watches her nude body quietly twist for the crowd, limp and still in death.  He slowly turns, walking past the others he has sent to their death, moving past the once proud unicorn, now a gelding whose hooded and heavy body swings by his throat on the end of a thick rope.  The wriggly, chubby otter who gave quite a long show for the crowd's delights.  And finally the hermy succubus, all bound up and snuffed out by a simple little knot around hir long neck.  He slowly steps down the tall stairs, walking around back to bring out the next person to grace the trapdoor stage and hang for the crowd, to strangle, struggle and die as entertainment.

The crowd's anticipation grows further as they see that there's only two spaces left to fill, eager to see what exotic species will hang for them next.  The babbling discussions filing the amphitheater with guesses on what next will die for them.  The crowd slowly hushes once more as the wolf returns with a leash, cheering quickly following as a young, teenage blue bird is led out on the other end of that leash.  The young male quite aroused as he bobs on his long legs, crest lowered with a blush as he stares at the massive crowd here to watch him twist and dance on the end of a rope.  His long legs guiding him towards the tall stairs at the encouragement of the executioner's leash, his big tail flitting with nervous energy while he stares at what will be his final show and those who have gone before him.

Slowly and surely the young bird steps up the stairs, big talons gracefully leading him towards his death as his arousal bobs before him.  The winged wolf taking his time, giving firm little tugs to help urge the blue bird on, each stair he steps up bringing him closer to the trapdoor his feet will last rest upon.  He can't help but stare at the four hooded figures before him, nearly tripping upon the last stair with a chirp, flushed with fearful arousal that he will soon join them in death.

Finally the young male is stood before the crowd.  His chest rising and falling, tail lifted up proudly with a shiver, trying to compose himself as tall as possible.  The wolf slowly unclasping his collar, marking him as soon to be hanging with the others.  A quiet, low croon escapes the birdy boy as he squirms softly, panting faster now as he savors the last of the air he'll ever breathe.  He shifts from talon to talon, making his hips sway as he patiently waits for the next instructions, wing hands already pulled behind him in preparation for binding.

The larger wolf flutters his wings, grinning at the helpful bird as he wraps a tight, silken rope around those downy wrists.  With a sharp tug he pinches those delicate wrists together as the blue bird gasps softly, helpless now before the crowd as the knot is tied firmly.  A glistening glob of pre dribbles down his slender, pink maleness, glittering in the flickering torchlight as he gives his arms an experimental tug, ensuring the bindings are quite secure.  His lean muscles ripple useless against the rope's secure embrace, ensuring he can't escape as he moans in his helpless state.  One thing is for sure, he won't be fluttering away from this last dance.

The big wolf reaches down, opening up a heavy leather hood above the blue bird's head.  There's a soft whimper from the teen as he looks up, eying the darkness opening above him.  Then a last, helpless chirp is cut off as the big hood is pulled over his beak and head, the thick, heavy fabric pressing down his crest as it hides his identity from the crowd.  Now just an anonymous blue bird boy to dangle and die on display for everyone to enjoy.  The big hood adjusted by the wolf, showing hints of that long, slender beak and a little bulge for the crest, while a quiet chirping is faintly able to be heard from within.

The young male stiffens further, arching his back as a slim, smooth rope is looped around his throat.  The hood shifted up a little to ensure the rope will clamp shut, cushioned by the hood to keep from pinching that long neck when it closes.  His chest rises and falls, taking long deep breaths within that confining hood, waiting patiently as the wolf slowly begins to tighten his noose.  The rope makes a loud thump as it's tossed over the gibbet, secured into the groove in the support above.  Then those long talons tense up, feeling the supple tug of a noose closing securely about his throat, ready to hold his weight as the wolf slowly ties the rope down.

The executioner grins and admires his handiwork, with the bluebird standing tall and straight in the sleek noose's embrace.  Listening to the helpless bird breath deeply, his tail held high above that firm butt of his.  The crowd's cheers grow as the wolf shifts his loincloth aside, revealing a slippery, precum soaked arousal before he presses up against the teen's rump.  There's a muffled gasp and cry from within the hood, then a grunt from a winged wolf as a firm thrust sinks into that tight birdy ass.  The executioner leaning in around the bluebird, thrusting firmly as he begins to fuck the helpless boy to the crowd's cheers.

The bound up bird rocks under the firm bucking of the larger male, arching and grinding as he begins to ooze and dribble pre from his cocktip.  The firm slap of hips meeting his butt makes the hooded teen gasp and chirp, muffled beneath that heavy fabric.  The wolf's big hands hugging around his waist, grasping that slick little avian arousal to pump in time to his thrusts.  The bird arching more, tossing his head as he's masturbated and fucked, hooded and helpless atop the tall stage for everyone to watch.

There's a sudden jerk of the teen's hips, writhing and jerking against the bigger wolf as his flaring, throbbing cock is rubbed with ever quickening strokes.  His head rising and crying out, able to be heard through the heavy fabric as that pink length begins to twitch.  And with a final few motions it begins to gush, squirting his spunk in sticky globs to the ground far below, even splashing a few in the front row with his cum as chirps in pleasure beneath that hood.  The larger wolf grunting, thrusting heavier, pounding that squirting cock in his hands.  Finally he gives a firm tug against those hips, howling out in climax as he grinds his knot against a tight, spasming pucker.  There's a long moment with the two panting and jerking in climax, the blue bird's cock oozing the last of his cum onto the trapdoor in messy dribbles as the wolf floods that tight rump.  The wolf pulls out with a sudden, a few last spurts of his sticky cum splashing all over the blue feathers of his victim's butt and tail, painting white, sticky ribbons of spunk before he sighs and steps back to admire his handiwork, oozing his cum all over the trapdoor.

Both males are soon relaxing, arousals dangling between legs as the wolf sways his hips, walking towards the release lever to leave the used boy alone in his hooded state.  Enjoying watching him nervously squirm, shift, waiting for the deadly embrace of rope to strangle the life from him.  He gives the teen a good minute or two of this, letting the crowd's anticipations build along with the blue bird.   With a sudden finale he pulls the lever, a loud clatter of the trapdoor springing open drowning out the boy's last gasps and the creak of a noose closing.  His big legs quickly kicking in the breeze as he hangs by his slender, hooded throat, twisting in the breeze.

The blue bird's softened arousal slowly begins to stir once more despite being quite spent, lazily stiffening as he tosses his head and kicks his long legs in desperate struggles.  His talons curling and flexing, reaching for anything to rest on aside from the cool night air.  His lithe body arches, turning and curling his hips in a display of flexible grace.  While that knot tightens more and more, steadily squeezing the young life out of the thrashing, struggling bird.  

The winged wolf sits back, watching the steady asphyxiation of the hanging bird before him.  It's not often one gets to see a bird fly without using his wings.  Those powerful legs paddle in the breeze, lithe body reaching the peak of his struggles.  The blue bird's lungs burn for air he can't reach, while his arms tug and twist against the tight rope.  Slowly spinning around on the end of his rope to show off the cum oozing from his well used pucker, wolf seed dripping down his flexing butt.  His pink arousal soon stiff once more as his head tosses side to side in his hooded state, unable to see anything but the growing sparkles of oxygen deprivation, patiently waiting to claim his life.

The bird's dance will have to come to an end eventually.  The tight embrace of rope steadily claims that young life as his muscles begin to cramp and tire.  His long kicks weaken to a shallow twitching and jerking.   He struggles to keep his head lifted, while a wet, glistening stain of drool begins to ooze through the front of the thick hood.  His cock begins to twitch, dribbling a little cum from his cocktip as he frantically shudders, muscles straining against the suffocating embrace of his noose.  His long toes flex, spreading and relaxing before they begin to curl.  The last moments of his life soon to end as he jerks and shudders, tail flitting as he tries to hold it up to the very end.

Finally his head droops, no longer trying to lift as his consciousness fades.  His toes curling as his body grows slack, consciousness leaving quickly as asphyxiation claims his life.  His chest struggles to rise and fall a few more times as the breeze twirls him slowly around before the audience.  His big tail dangles, helping catch the breeze to make him swing entertainingly amid the cool night breezes.  Joining the others in death finally, his chest no longer rising as he leaves just one trapdoor left to be filled.

There's another roar of applause as the bird's life ends for the carnal enjoyment of others.  The wolf bowing and fluttering, arousal still half peeking from his loincloth as he grins.  The crowd eager to see what the grand finale will be for this devilish show the angelic looking wolf has put on.
