Pre story notes:  Here's my first attempt at a somewhat more proper story.  This is based on the Summary Execution series of pictures by Corpus.  Warning:  NC, snuff, and castration ahead.  You have been warned.  If you do enjoy this kind of sick stuff... happy fapping!  And sorry about the cheesy group names, but making them on the fly is tricky.

	Summary Execution

The sun rose slowly on the country side as the dragon stirred from its crimson light.  Emerging into the crisp morning he was quite a sight, lean and tall at over seven feet of rippling scales, grey over his back and white over his slender belly.  His golden eyes cursed the bright light as he awoke, quickly working to conceal any traces of his presence in the small cave.  He lacked any clothing, having discarded the minimal decoration he had as the metal and gold lined articles would do little to help his hiding. His once elegant mane long, the white fur disheveled from the days of hiding in the woods.  Being careful of the noise he made as he worked, he thought back to that cursed night that brought him here, nude and shivering in a wet cave.

Once he was Arkhons, emissary from the Draconus Empire to serve the growing power of the hodgepodge of states commonly called the Caballus Combine.  A mixture of races and groups that was held together mostly by the zealous rights and laws of the equine race that forms its nobility.  Their expansions had been rapid and often violent, with often violent justice serving their many laws, and it was into this that the young Arkhons was thrust into to try to gain his prestige.  His luck would not hold, just after several frustrating months of dealing with the fledgling empire a bar fight broke out.  A fight in which Arkhons would accidentally kill a stallion during the brawl, one that just happened to be Diethelm, brother of the heir to the throne and rising star of the army.  A mob quickly broke out, the penalty for murder often a lynching on the spot.  And the once stately dragon fled for his life in the torchlit night of the grand capital of the Caballus Combine, hiding in the heavy forests that surround the sprawling city.

Arkhons trudged through the underbrush as he sought out new cover before the afternoon came, struggling to follow the road without getting too close.  Thankful for the fitful fog on that wet morning, it still did little to hide eight feet of dragon amid the massive pines of the forest, each crackle of twigs making him jump with fear.  He knew there were quite a few bounty hunters looking for him, young stallions looking to make a fortune on an unfortunate foreigner.  The laws in the Caballus were fair, but often quite harsh with punishments, and ‘eye for an eye' was a cheerfully common phrase to them, with of course a murder often traded for a murder.  Arkhons shivered, knowing the most popular method was a public lynching, for all to watch the condemned slowly finish out their justice kick by kick on a rough rope.  He fingered his neck with a shudder, plodding through the wet, cold underbrush as he sought out another, hopefully drier area to camp under.

Arkhons never would find that nice dry place in the end.  Two young stallions were tracking him, searching for a place to ambush the renegade and gain their fortune.  The first was a palomino, looking to be the younger of the two; carrying a backpack bulged with rope that hinted enough at his profession that most left him quite alone.  The second had moved ahead, searching out a vantage point, his jet black hide hinting at perhaps royalty once in his ancestors, though it's mottled white splotches reveal anything but purity.  After a few moments he had returned to the waiting palomino, calling out to him "Willhelm, you there? I think we got that lizard now if we can hustle."  
His excited grin made the younger stallion shiver a little as he replied "Ulrich?  Oh, ok, let's go then"  
Willhelm shivered a little at the thought of what was to come, but the anticipation of returning a hero encouraged his run as he followed Ulrich through the forest.

The actual ambush would not be long, as the two stallions waited patiently in the dark forest for their victim to arrive.  The exotic dragon was not too hard to spot once they found him, and they waited until he got just a little closer under a large tree.  Just a little closer... There is a loud scrabble as the two stallions break into a run, Arkhons barely getting to look up to see them before the black stallion tackles him against the broad tree.  The two begin to wrestle, muscles rippling in the afternoon sun as Willhelm quickly grabbed the big rope from his bag.  The end was already in a noose, and the sturdy branch above would be perfect for delivering justice to this murderer.  It would soon be over for Arkhons, even his size advantage unable to match the rest and preparation of the stallion, finding his wrists being pulled behind him and ropes tugging tight as he hissed in fear "no, no, wait!  It doesn't have to end this way..."  
He shuddered as he watched the younger stallion open the knot that would end his life, dragging the rough rope over his smooth cheeks as he was fitted for his noose.

The two stallions guided their leashed and bound victim under the tree more while Arkhons watched with growing terror as the other end was tossed over the branch.  His chest panting as he looked around for escape, with the feeling of Ulrich's arousal, even under his pants, makes him whine as he was held.  "You two really, don't have to do this... I, I've got a grand treasure, more than any pittance you would get..."  
Ulrich continued to hold the struggling dragon as he directed Willhelm "You did bring the hood, I think I've heard enough from this foul creature."  
Arkhons shuddered as a dark, stained leather hood was pulled out, many straps upon it to close over a variety of muzzle and snouts.  "Wait; wait, no, reall..." 
Cut off as the dark leather was dragged over his snout, making him toss his head around to avoid the ever growing blackness.  Soon blind and helpless as his snout was tied shut with the musky and well used hood.  His horns making amusing bulges in the hood as his ears flicked against the fabric nervously.

A soft tugging upon the scaled neck of Arkhons was his signal that his death was imminent, unable to hide his arousal in his nude form.  The two stallions are equally aroused; pants tented as all three panted heavily in excitement in the cold air, muffled from the bound dragon's hood.  Ulrich read the proclamation for the condemned, perhaps mostly to watch the dragon struggle more fiercely as he listened.  "Under orders of Richard the Seventh, the criminal Arkhons shall be punished by summary execution upon his capture for crimes against the royal family.  Any that brings back evidence of this event shall be rewarded greatly."  
A simple stool had been set out before the tall dragon, and at the firm guidance of the two stallions, the blind Arkhons was guided atop it, his noose tugged tightly as they tied his noose down around the tree.  

The two stallions talked excitedly for a moment, a small argument, before Arkhons got the taste of the other punishment they would give him.  A cold, thin wire wrapped around his ballsac as he began to yelp and whine in fright, then the two stallions jerked it tight, beginning to geld the criminal as only the vilest criminals get.  The dragon's cries echoed through the forest even in their muffled state as the sharp wire clamped his scrotum tightly shut, strangling the two heavy orbs within.  He shook visibly as the pain began to set, and with a quick slash of a knife from Ulrich and the heavy testicles were removed in one, mostly bloodless cut, the wire left to compress the wound and keep it from bleeding.  Willhelm shivered just as much perhaps as they gathered their evidence for their reward, while a sharp kick from Ulrich snapped the stool out from under the dragon before he collapsed in shock.

There was a soft, gagging sound from the hooded dragon, and he was finally silenced.  His long form swaying on the end of the heavy rope as the rope creaked loudly under his weight.  Both stallions stepped back at the sight of this once graceful and exotic dragon as he jerked and writhed, his arousal still very firm even without those once grand orbs that had graced beneath it.  The hood hiding his identity, just another criminal getting his justice as he struggled and strangled like any other criminal.  His powerful legs jerked and clawed furiously for ground, but would scrape the stool, shoving it further away as he thrashed.  The powerful dragon's struggles useless against the simple ropes that held him securely.

The dragon's dance would not last much longer then any other criminal's to both of their surprise.  His struggles slowing as drool gathered in the front of his hood.  His scales' gleaming colors turning darker and hints of blue of asphyxiation coloring the white and grey, while those rippling muscles cramped and rippled desperately for oxygen.  His arousal began to twitch, that heavy penis jerking softly, gushing thin streams of cum without the thick semen from his castrated state.  The two stallions shuddered a little, their pants wet with pre, both thinking what a likely grand orgasm they ruined with by doing so, but of course, justice must be served and it would soon be finished.  Arkhons's body jerked in a last struggle as he finally gave into the noose's lethal embrace.  His head slipped forward, toes relaxing as the might dragon died under the rope's lethal embrace upon his throat.  His body limp and long as it swung quietly, nude in death, while the two stallions finally began to leave.  A little bit awed, and perhaps a little sad at ending such a majestic creature, both would stare for a few more minutes at the still erect dragon, before finally leaving to collect their bounties and rewards as new heroes.
