Execution Tag: A Blade’s Final Kiss (9/22/16 1st draft) (11/23/16 final)

The massive guillotine towering in the park made the riolu’s knees quiver as he looked it over.  This crisp cool day was not one he would have expected to be going about in the nude either, but Riley had an appointment with that massive device very soon.  His red tag promising it would be his last one.  His heart stammered at the thought of being snuffed out completely so young, but at least his darling boyfriend Zach was there watching.  Of course, the zorua’s own red tag showed that he would soon be joining him in heaven as well.

That thought was at least a little reassuring when he felt a soft nudge from the chubby Ampharos who was going to be leading him to his execution.  Riley had to carry his own big basket that would soon catch his removed head.  The bulk of the basket making him totter a little in his walk.  It helped that at least the basket was mostly hiding his little red boy erection from prying eyes.  The blue furred pokemon was embarrassed a little by such arousal from his imminent death.

Even though he had plenty of practice kneeling for the stock before, the knowledge of what was coming was making it all the more terrifying and arousing.  Thinking how soon his knees would buckle and crumple to the grass.  But after this one he wouldn’t be waking up in a week with the strange dreamlike knowledge of having passed away.  He would stay nice and still, forever thereafter.

The stock was perfectly polished of course, because he was the one who spent the previous day cleaning it.  Ensuring the grooves ran smooth and blade sparkled in the cold winter light.  A cool breeze teased his bare fur with the coldness that would soon kiss his exposed spine.

He found himself around to the stock’s front as he set the bucket down, then the awkward walk around the frame to the other side.  A whistle sounded from the audience, his boyfriend approving of his little boyhood bobbing as he blushed and folded ears and breaking the silent reverie of his final moments.  Mmmph, didn’t help that little black fox had his own erection, wearing nothing else but a noose with his fatal dance to come an hour later himself.  

A firm push to shoulders guided him down as he kneeled onto the grass.  Cold and a little damp on his knees, the last time he’d feel the sensation as that familiar stock was pushed open wide for him to nuzzle into.  He’d probably already ridden Madam Guillotine a record number of times for his age.  Knowing the powerful device would finally snuff him for real made him quiver and arch as his head was guided into the opening.

The wood was cool, smooth and almost slippery sleek in its polished state.  The fat groove at the base for the blade felt once more against his throat.  Ampharos had to have been his headsman for at least half the times he had found himself kneeling before a basket.  At least this time it wasn’t a plain plastic bucket to collect his head, they put a little more ceremony in final beheadings. 

A firm pinch pushed his neck into the groove securely as the stock was closed.  Locking him in place as his hands were bound.  The knot being tied slow and steady as Ampharos put a little more ceremony in this.  Red tags weren’t a common occurrence.  A secure binding of red ribbon around his wrists marking his final moments as he peeked up at the crowd.  And eyed his boyfriend Zach fondling himself lewdly with a wink.  Even with his own death imminent the noose wearing fox was horny as ever.

Seeing his dirty boyfriend getting off on watching his execution was such a strange turn on.  He did always did like it when the zorua would watch his head tumble.  He wouldn’t even be lonely for long at least, though he did wish he could see his boyfriend’s final fatal dance.  He felt a pinch as the tag was removed from his ear to be placed on the front of the basket.  Ready to be scanned for his final processing for the burial to come.

Then he felt a heavy leather hood be drawn over his head.  Eliciting a muffled groan from the young boy.  Red tags got hoods for their final moments, if to put the execution in a slightly more serious mood.  Though the murmurs of crowd and moans of a certain black furred fox showed that they still had that jovial erotic feel going on.  Even if this one had a coffin nearby with a big picture of him smiling forever.  A big pair of dates beneath that, with today’s date in red.  Rubbing in that soon he’d be six feet under, probably to that pervy Ampharos’s delight.

He could feel a gentle cinching of the hood with a red ribbon to keep the heavy material snug and secure.  Just under his chin as he panted and took deep breaths of the musky leather, knowing they were stained from many wearings before his.  He wondered how many other boys and girls wore the small hood, much too small for an adult.  And what fates they had when their lives ended.  He was sure there’d be plenty more who might even catch that bit of riolu’s scent in the leather.

He couldn’t hear the crowd well or see anything but the black darkness of the hood.  Just feeling the cold brush of wind on fur, the rough pinch of wood, and smell the strong scent of old sweat and drool in the hood.  His own little indelible markings to join the leather’s stains soon enough.  They never waited too long, they had plenty more heads to tumble from shoulders with the guillotine later this day.

Clatter!  

The frame vibrating with the loud crack felt through the stock.  He had felt this many times before, and in a way that was so relieving now that he was hooded and ready for the final one.  The rushing vibration grew quickly, rushing towards his exposed neck.  Eyes clamped shut with an unheard whimper.

Then the cold pinch of steel as it passed effortlessly through fur, flesh, and bone.  The shuddery pop of his spine neatly separated in one quick motion.  It was such a thrill that he would die to feel it one more time.  His head tumbled neatly into padding, so soft this time as his hooded head landed stump up.  The air was sharp and cold on his exposed throat as the darkness in his hood quickly sparked and flared.  A brief rush of fear, pleasure, pain and even a little guilt that he’d never feel this again.  An intense rush from knowing his body was broken, brain quickly expiring without that steady flow of blood to it.  Glimmering lights signalling the fading of his young life.

The pain quickly faded as that soothing blackness engulfed him, swiftly as ever.  It never lasted long enough.  He at least could faintly hear the cheers of the crowd as it all faded away.  Knowing nearby his neck spewing blood all over the stock, burbling noisily with his neck lewdly exposed.  Body thrashing so much in a futile, fitful struggle for life.  He always loved seeing that jerky dance, but this time he wouldn’t get to wake up to see the replays.

But he had no more worries, just that blissful darkness to claim him forever as it all faded away.