Dance After Dance

The sun beamed down through a window with the ruddy wash of sunset.  The only occupant a ram, peering through paperwork on a simple desk.  Although near him was a device that seemed quite out of place in what would otherwise be an austere office.  A tall, heavy pole dominated the room from floor to ceiling, while a support bar had a slender noose tied and threaded into the device.  Awaiting the boy who would be wearing the rope soon enough.

Russell, the ram, looked over the paperwork for that boy he was to execute.    A younger male, a mouse, who had his first time in the facility.  It looked like the lad would get a 2nd chance too after this, with a non permanent tag on the paperwork.  Although Russell's night got a little more intriguing, as the notes mentioned he was free to use him after the dance as he wished, if he made sure to give the recording of this to his father.  Well now, it seems this last dance of the day will get a lot more fun for the ram at least.

The entrance door opened, and a small pink nose peeked through first.  The white furred mouse shyly peeking from behind the door, “er, Hi!  Are you Russel?”  He asked with a blush, obviously nude and trying to hide behind the door.  Participants were encouraged to shower up first, and the showers lead straight to the procedure rooms, so typically they would have their clothes taken away to be cleaned.  It is not like they would need them where they were headed.

“Why yes, come on in, don’t be shy, it’ll be just us.” He gave as a friendly wave as a big, muscular ram in a loincloth can give.   Russell didn’t mention the cameras that would record the scene that the mouse would later receive.  The younger boy looked over him with a bit of awe at just how big he was, finally walking from the door towards Russell with a bit of a bashful blush in his nude state.

He didn’t make it too far until he was distracted by the larger pole in the room.  His eyes big as he looked over the gallows device in the center of the room, “goodness, it’s, uh, bigger than I thought…” though this comment drawled a bit on as mouse eyes alternated between the tall pole and the bulge of Russell's loincloth.  Russell needing to adjust that silk cloth a little with a cough.

“Of course, we need to ensure it’s big enough to hang a big horse, but adjustable enough to help a cute mouse like you earn your halo.”  Russell reached out to ruffle the blushing boy’s hair, and remove the simple little white tag clipped to an ear.  A noose icon and the current date and time emblazoned, along with the room number.  Ensuring the boy was at his correct sentencing.

“So I’ll be up there… goodness, that’s pretty high,” Mark murmured as he fidgeted a foot, even as he couldn’t help a little boy erection looking over the small noose awaiting his neck.

“Oh, I can lower it down, you don’t have to be so high up.  Would you rather just be a little off the floor?”  Russel reached over for the simple controls, lowering the noose down slowly with a quiet whirr off the machine.  The rope swinging just a little in the motion as the boy watched that loop slide down to his height.

“That, uh, that would be great!  I’ve, er, got a bit of a thing for your shows… but, goodness, you tend to put people so high off the floor,” the mouse commented with a shake to his voice.  Reaching his pink paws up to trace the loop of rope curiously in his fingers.

“Well, you need to be pretty high up to dance for a large crowd.  But for today it’s just us so you’ll just be a few inches from the floor,”  Russel tried to keep his voice calm and soothing.  First timers tended to be flighty, as those powerful instincts for living were still strong.

Mark at least looked to be quite enthralled by the thought of his hanging.  Doing his best to stand as tall as the young boy could as he explored his noose.  Giving the slender rope a curious nuzzling to explore the woven texture on his fur.  Slowly pushing his slender little muzzle through the loop of rope as Russell smiled and said, “such a good boy, that’s right.”

Big hands helped the boy’s small neck be embraced by the white rope.  The fabric almost disappeared amidst Mark’s fur as the boy made a little gulp.  His pink little mouse hands nervously moved behind him, though he fidgeted with his fingers.  The big ram petting the boy’s cheek as he ensured the noose was correctly placed for strangulation.  Whispering in Mark’s ear, “don’t worry, this rope is nice and thin, it won’t take too long at all, and next thing you’ll know you’ll be waking up once more.”

Mark didn’t exactly look reassured by this, but he kept fidgeting his fingertips and waiting for his wrists to get bound. Keeping his wrists together just like he had been shown in his instructions.  Mark gasped when he felt a rougher rope wrap about the exposed skin of his wrists.  His little arousal twitched stiffly as he took many shallow, racing breaths while Russel murmured behind him, “nice deep breaths now, they’re going to be your last ones, so you better make them good ones.”

Mark whimpered a little at that tease, testing his wrists bindings and squirming.  A little whimper when he noticed the ram stepping away.  This was it, he was going to die, and he couldn’t do anything at all but tremble.  The young boy squirming on his feet as he peeked over to the window, seeing the sun set fully through the windows.  The austere room would be the last sight he will see.  Well, aside from the many peeks back to the big, powerful ram who was ready to pull the lever that will tug the noose around his neck up by just a few inches.  Seeing the arousal jutting proudly from Russell's own loincloth as the ram looked over the little doomed boy.  So cute, innocent, eagerly shy to get his neck stretched.  That pink tail lashing above that cute little butt, wiggling side to side.  Russell didn’t want to leave the boy waiting too long, so gave that lever a firm tug to end his little life.

There was a quiet, mechanical whirr that reverberated through the pole.  A gentle tug upon Mark’s that was insistent and unyielding.  Mark’s pink feet stretching down quickly in reflex to stay to the ground as he made a weird, whimpery gurgle when the rope dug into his throat.  *Glllkk~*  The boy gurgling while thrashing his feet in shock when his toes lifted free from the floor, claws scratching wildly for a moment.  Mark looked down, brown eyes huge, to see his pink feet make futile kicks and stretches for the ground so close beneath them.  Russell's own heart started to race watching the boy’s reaction to his noose.

Russell stood back a little and leaned back on the pole to watch and wait.  His own arousal pressed his silk loincloth out in a blatant mockery of modesty.  Obviously nothing else could be hiding under that silk but his heavy penis, delighted to watch a cute boy’s butt thrash side to side in front of him.  The mouse mouthed for air and made that familiar frantic flutter and stretching kicks to strain for the floor.  He could almost reach too, flexible little lad.  Just an inch between him and the ground below, so close to easing that rope’s taut pressure around his neck.  But Mark would never touch the floor again this life.

The mouse drooled as he swung in little swaying motions from his body’s inertia.  That little tongue was swelling and turning purple as the boy’s eyes flit wildly.  Russell enjoyed watching how the boy was straining, muscles tense under that soft fur.  Little body bucking as the boy’s head made little bobs, and his little pink boyhood twitched in young, confused lust before the adult.

Russell started to stroke himself through his loincloth, feeling that slickness under fingertips.  Something about that desperate little butt wiggling and thrashing tail was so arousing.  Seeing those eyes widen a bit with the acknowledgement of a life about to end.  And of course those little hip squirms and tense shakes of a boy’s confused arousal from the rope’s lethal hold about his neck.

The ram enjoyed watching the way first timers flopped about.  Like a fish suddenly finding itself out of the water, he watched how Mark’s instincts for life jerked his limbs.  Seeing those big eyes start to fade and flutter.  Frantic thrusts in the air to reach an adorably dry climax, cute boy penis twitching with a flex of his butt and belly in time.  Though such an energetic show would never last long.  The boy was still wriggling about, but Russell could see how those muscles strained and slumped.  At their exhaustion as those big eyes flicked upwards. Mouse muzzle flopped forward and the boy’s cheeks had swollen all fat.  His long, swollen, purple tongue dangled from half open lips.  A cute little lad was at his end, to experience those strange dreams between life and death.

The boy could do little but sag.  His body was so heavy and useless, looking like every part of him had fallen asleep.  Struggles relaxing as he drooled and made a little kick now and then.  The boy’s young brain struggled to keep him alive.  But each beat of his heart was burning more air in his oxygen deprived body.  Mark’s legs twitched and his feet curled together in the strange reflex of a dying brain’s misfires.  The boy’s arms were tense and taut, making the rough rope dig deep into blue tinged wrists.

Russell started to loosen up his loincloth as he watched the boy fidget and tense in his dying reflexes.  Each one a symptom of Mark’s dying brain falling apart without the blood and air to keep it going.  The boy’s long tail making a few flicks as toes curled and feet curled together.  The once pink skin was showing blue from the boy’s asphyxiation.  Little mouse was already all but dead, just his body’s final reflexes as cells died from the lack of air.

The ram stretched and took a deep breath as he kicked his loincloth aside.  The window showed a few stars, the sun set just like the boy’s life.  Those little clenches of muscles relaxed and the little mouse’s body finally gave in.  A leisurely trickle of piss leaked from the boy’s eager little erection, dribbling down the boy’s little balls and marking yellow stains in his white fur.    A good sign that the boy’s brain had fully stopped, not even his unconscious muscle control remained.

Russel let the boy dangle by his throat for a half hour more while he stroked himself.  His arousal dribbled pre as the ram looked over the still little body in front of him.  Admiring how delicate and innocent he looked with his throat constricted by a simple knot.  A hint of bruise could be seen under soft fur that was spiked all strange and rubbed raw in that tight squeeze.  A touch of red in stilled bloodshot eyes, the boy’s face a little swollen from his body straining to keep oxygen and blood in his young brain.  All for naught of course, such a simple knot and slender rope all it took to end that small life.  Though the little mouse is lucky he will wake up again, plenty of others have had the lewd dance of a noose’s embrace be their final moments on this world.

The boy was finally lowered as Russel stroked his cheeks.  Feeling how they’ve cooled from the wait to ensure the boy was well past dead.  Not a single twitch or jerk as the mouse flopped on the floor. Looking like a doll left to collapse over.  Russell needing to tug and jerk the noose’s knot firmy to get that noose to relent from it’s taut embrace.  The small boy’s weight felt so amplified while he was limp and still, just a big, heavy, and floppy toy.

And a doll was not that far from the use Russell had in store for the boy.  The ram’s arousal oozed with leaking pre while he was admiring the still and serene boy.  Laying him face down to the floor once he had gotten the noose off of his neck.  Mark’s neck showed a visible crease from the rope’s clamping squeeze, always a lovely marking of his handiwork as the ram lifted the boy’s slender tail and exposed the boy’s round little butt.  Not taking his time as kneeled atop him and pushed his fat cocktip to the mouse’s small little relaxed pucker.

Normally of course, he’d be far too big to take the little boy like this, but he had nothing to hurt any more.  Russel made a soft, bleating groan as his tip nudged the cooled muscle and felt the warmth deeper within the soft, relaxed rump under him.  A gentle push in to feel that warmth grow even further within.  Taking his time to let that pre spread and slide amidst that tight flesh while Russel sighed in bliss.  The boy felt so good even without the steady clench of his his rump.  Reminding him of a cute little sex doll between his legs.  

The ram stroked the boy’s blue cheeks as his hips thrust and jostled that perky round butt.  The big ram on his knees and just humping relaxed, casually, like one might use a toy on a lazy evening.  Feeling the small boy’s limp body under his hands and stroking his back soothingly as he groaned,  “ugh, fuck, not gonna last long, he’s too fuckin’ cute.”

“Nnnf, fine, you win this time cutie,” the ram making a long bellow as he leaned forward.  Muscles rippled as the big adult pushed heavily on the tiny shoulders before him, bracing himself to slam his lap to the boy’s butt.  SLAP SLAP SLAP! Wet smacks loud in the empty room as the big adult gasped in racing breaths.  Exerting himself and jostling the limp little body beneath him in each powerful thrust.  He could feel the way the small body squished and pushed about, enough that he would probably have hurt or kill the little boy… if he wasn’t dead already.

The adult arched his chest and pushed down on the boy’s still head.  Seeing those limp, half rolled back eyes unmoving was too much.  Plowing that innocent little butt like Mark was a cheap sex toy.  Savoring the lingering, fading heat deep in the mouse’s dead body.  Russell couldn’t hold back and bellowed out a long cry of climax.  Gushing and pulsing spurts of cum pushed deep into the little boy’s dead butt as the big ram rode out his climax in powerful thrusts. *Thump* *thump* *thump* went the boy’s hips and head on the floor as Russell used his whole body to slam his orgasm into the dead boy.

That moment of pure, lewd bliss faded with the heavy, deep rush of afterglow and Russell’s exertion.  The ram leaned back amidst heavy breathing and peered down at the little butt that was stretched awkwardly and smashed to the floor under Russell's heavy weight.  “Fuccck! I need more cute boys to give me permission to do that, geez… wonder if his dad would mind some company watching this,” he mused to himself with a lewd grin.  Taking his time pulling free to make a show of the gooey cum splattered prick of his and show off the boy’s sticky butt under him.

Huff, though now to clean up this mess.  Geez, got a puddle of piss and now all this cum on the floor.  Not to mention the sticky butt and limp body of the mouse, who was a fair bit worse for wear after Russell's use.  But at least the ram had the promise of a fun video to edit once he was done with the more boring parts of his job.  It was always a delight to watch those dances one more time, knowing another was eager to see that second ‘dance’ after a noose’s embrace.
