	Short Drop, sudden stop

The room was empty and quiet, serene for the moment before the next recording is to be made.  The walls blank and featureless, while at center stage there stands a sturdy wooden structure.  The gallows stage set and ready.  A black roped noose tied and ready to fulfill it's macabre function.  A spotlight beams down, to illuminate the next unfortunate victim of the rope's fatal embrace.  Cameras silently anticipate the unique struggles each victim brings to the fatal stage.  And soon the room will be filled with activity to record the next deadly dance.  But for now, all is solemn and still in this macabre room.

The cameras turn on with mechanical precision, red lights blinking to life in readiness to record another life ending.  Watching the empty room as the lights flicker on.  The stage soon brightly lit up, ready to illuminate the last minutes of the next condemned fur who will grace the broad trapdoor.  A door opens, cameras catching a lithe, sleek Hyena male walking forward.  Tight latex cupping and showing off the heavy arousal between his legs.  A rubber hood hiding his features from view, an executioner's mask set in ebon latex.  In one hand he holds a leather leash, wrapped securely around his paw as he tugs steadily.  And soon to follow is a gray furred bat.  Nervously swinging his little tail as the blond haired guy flushes at the sight of his fate, only a dark crescent and triangle marking on his right cheek to mark his identity.  He's nude, save for the tight collar leading him steadily towards the tall stairs of the gallows.  His pink arousal bobbing between legs, pink ears folding back as he bites his lips, realizing he will indeed be on stage for that lethal, slow dance in a noose's loving embrace.

The hyena steps up, just a nameless executioner as he pulls the collar in sharp little tugs.  Nearly tripping the doomed bat as he gasps and squeaks, to the low rumble of the hyena.  “Come on Felix, it's almost time for your show.  I know quite well how much you've anticipated this, and you don't want to make your audience wait now.”

Felix shudders and breathes deeply as his feet step onto the polished wood.  Steadily he climbs the steps, his arousal growing ever more stiff.  Heart beginning to race in fear of the deadly rope he desires to be wrapped about his throat.  A drop of pre glitters in the spotlights as the two males climb steadily onto the gallows.  The room empty besides them, just dozens of patient cameras as company, to record every little moment of the bat's final minutes of life.

Soon the hyena slips behind Felix.  His hands guiding the bat to the center of that trapdoor.  A faint creaking and shifting of the trapdoor, just a few small locks between them and the ground far below.  Ground that a bat's feet will never touch again in life.  Felix croons softly, his tail flicking quickly now as his heart races in his chest.  Panting with long deep breaths, as if to savor every cool breath of air while he is still able.  Timidly he begins to pull his arms behind him, leaning back “This is it I suppose.  One final moment for the cameras.”

The hyena nods as he leans in, giving the bat's ear a little bite to enjoy the moan that brings him.  He's soon quiet, professional as he gathers up white binding ropes.  The slim, sleek fabric soon wrapping around Felix's wrists.  The white nylon pinches those gray wrists, making slender fingers wiggle as the bat feels them tingle.  A sensation he won't have to be worrying about for too much longer.  The white rope is pulled upwards, each end beginning to loop around and fold those once proud wings tight to keep them from opening.  Felix closes his eyes as he awaits his death, chest rising and falling as pre drips to the polished wood in glistening drops.  Biting his lip as his wings are cinched tightly together, the ends of the rope looped around his upper arms to finish securing him.  No escape now as the knots are finished, just the noose to hold and strangle the life from his body with an erotic slowness.

Felix can feel the aching needs of lust burning in his loins as he opens his eyes to stare at the heavy noose, inches from his nose.  The scent of other males heavy on the fabric, the silken loop having sent many others before him to an early grave for a crowd's enjoyment.  And now it's his turn to mark the rope with his dying scents.  He leans forward, kissing the many thick loops of the knot as the hyena watches with amusement.  Leaning against the bound bat's back to push that rubber cupped arousal firmly against a rumpcheek, revealing his enjoyment of the bat's morbid fantasies.  Strong hands reach around to grasp the noose for Felix, pulling it slowly forward.  A low moan quietly heard as the soft, smooth black rope is dragged along the bat's cheeks and ears, pulled back with a sensual slowness.  The massive knot soon pulled down, pressing to his spine and drawing the loop closed around a throat.  There's a whimper of fear and lust as the hyena executioner steps back, admiring his handiwork.  Just an inch of slack between the knot and the sturdy gibbet that will hold a dying, thrashing bat throughout his slow death.  It's almost time for Felix to join the others in his last mortal fantasy, with an audience of the many attentive cameras laid out before him.

The executioner walks to the lever at the back of the gallows, grasping it firmly.  He turns, and begins to wait.  Letting the anticipation and fear in the bat grow with each passing second.  Feet begin to patter nervously on the rickety trapdoor.  His tail flicks urgently above his flexing rump.  His erection bobbing in need as another trickle of pre glitters down his sheath and ballsac.  Chest rising and falling, taking in long full breaths as Felix stares at the ground so far below, never to be touched again in life.  His toes flex as his heart races with the knowledge it will soon be fluttering to a fatal stop.  A whimper of nervous eagerness, knowing full well he's bound, helpless, just a little snuff toy for others to paw off to.  Just a few more moments and...

The hyena pulls the lever with an abrupt end to Felix's fantasies.  Bringing them to life instead as the trapdoor announces the death of another male with a ringing clatter.  There's barely a yelp from a bat's lips as he sinks those scant few inches the rope grants him.  Then there is a subtle creak of rope, and his last mortal wish is granted.  That soft furred, gray throat clenched shut with a sleek black rope, visibly squeezed for the cameras to catch.  His toes flex and jerk in surprise, sending him twirling in a leisurely spin.  Muscles thrash and ripple in useless strength, his arms and wings reflexively trying to struggle, but the taut rope gives no mercy to the dying bat.  He's hanging, suspended over a dozen feet in the air, just a simple little knot and loop of rope to hold him by his throat until he finally succumbs to the airless dance.

Felix stares wide-eyed at the spinning room before him.  The sharp bite of rope presses his tongue out, making him drool down his chin.  The bat mouths like a fish out of water, and obtains similar results.  His chest strains to rise and fall, finding no air to pull in under the strangling noose.  His strong legs begin to kick, a frantic, helpless paddling at the air as his body urges him to fight for air he'll never breath again.  His pulse pounds in his head as he twists and flexes, showing off his elegant, athletic body with graceful motions.  Only minutes left for the doomed bat as he dances and kicks for the cameras.

His struggles begin to slow as he fights to control his dying body.  His legs relax, beginning to pedal at the air with a more steady motion.  His chest arches, hips rocking, sending him swinging back and forth with a lazy slowness.  The tight noose just clamps down tighter and tighter as he turns and twists his head, fighting to hold back that building, instinctual fear.  His arousal jerks and bobs, dribbling pre in lust as he clenches his eyes shut, trying to take in every little sensation of his fatal fantasy.  The cool air on his sweating paw pads while his toes curl and kick in the gaping trapdoor.  The frantic pounding of his pulse in his ears, his heart struggling to keep him alive as long as possible.  The growing ache for air in his lungs, steadily getting stronger with each second he strangles.  The tight, painful pinch of the noose against his neck along the deadly, erotic compression of his throat in the black rope.  The bite of rope on his wrists and wings as he jerks against the tight bindings of white ropes.  The hot pleasure boiling in his lap as a climax begins to build.  He's hanging, held nearly a dozen feet in the air by a tight little loop of rope, and he's going to die just so he can entertain others.  A snuff toy to paw and masturbate to as he dies.  And this fate just drives that lust ever forward with his dying struggles.

The bat flexes and kicks, humping at the air as the erotic sensations of asphyxiation flares in his loins.  He clenches his eyes shut, watching spots and stars glitter in the darkness.  He knows he is not going to be kicking for much longer.  But for now his tail flags proudly as he savors this deadly moment.  His cock jerks once, slapping his rippling, flexing belly.  Then a gush of white cum gushes forth to splatter messily to the ground, so far below.  His tail flits and flags again and again, each time he squirts another long ribbon of bat spunk to paint the floor.  He's more alive then he's ever felt before, lost in the pain and pleasure of the noose's erotic, strangling grasp.

Felix begins to relax as his climax fades quickly.  His lungs burn for oxygen he'll never taste again.  His vision dances with dizzying swirls of spots and rapidly tunneling vision.  His head pounds with each beat of his dying heart.  His long tongue is ponderous and heavy, darkly protruding between lips.  His cheeks puffy and dark, while lips are purple and blue.  His legs begin to spasm weakly beneath him as he feels his grasp of life slipping away.  His tail jerking as he dribbles the last of his semen to the ground far below, while his life fades away with a similar slowness.  His head slumps forward, eyes weakly opening to gaze at the ground.  Faintly he can see a camera beneath him in that darkening vision, and he strains to smile for the camera.  The camera just mercilessly watches him as he shudders and tenses up, clenching his eyes shut.  A last spark of consciousness burning bright as his toes curl and hands clench tightly for the camera to catch, body tense as he desperately tries to cling to life.

But finally that last spark will be snuffed out.  The rope's patient embrace stealing the life from the willing bat.  His body relaxes with a spasm as consciousness fades, eyes fluttering back as he gives in to the rope's taut hold upon his throat.  There's just a quiet, calm trembling from him now.  Silently dying as a heart pounds away with the last of his air.  His chest faintly rising and falling.  And then, with a last, helpless flutter, his heart beats for a last time.  His body gives in, and the noose claims his life as he finally grows still in peaceful death.  Just a limp toy for others to masturbate to, and watch that slow, deadly dance again and again.

He hangs peacefully, his body limp and relaxed as he dangles by his neck.  His arousal just as stiff as in life, erect even in death.  His tongue glistening in the spotlight, fat and purple.  Lips blue, his cheeks puffy and dark.  His eyes rolled back a little, blindly watching the camera.  His chest no longer rises or falls, no life within his body now.  Just a corpse the cameras record to broadcast, the last legacy for the bat named Felix.  Who gave into his carnal desires and was hung by his throat until he died.  A last glob of cum oozes lazily down his stiff penis, revealing he did at least go out with a bang.  The hyena smiles at that last lewd detail and rubs his needy arousal buried in latex, thinking that after all, isn't that how most would like to go when it's their turn.  He knows that he would...
