Saki’s Wish (First draft 9/23/16) (final draft 10/26/16)

“Ugh, why did these gallows always have so many steps.  Couldn’t they, you know, have an elevator or something?”  whined Saki, a chubby pink raccoon who was already panting for breath as he walked up the spiral staircase around the intimidating wooden frame of the gallows.  At least he wouldn’t have to worry about catching his breath afterwards since a nice fat rope would be catching it for him soon enough.  

The noose dangled nearly to the trapdoor, its length carefully measured out for the raccoon's weight by the executioner.  The bunny fellow who was walking him up these steps as the raccoon shivered nervously.  More so from the setup he had requested than what would follow when he was hanged.  Knowing he would be wearing it all day, dangling in the park long after he had passed away.

At least the attendant didn’t say anything as he carried a little box of supplies.  Of course, he was paid to be professional even with strange requests from those tagged for executions.

The pudgy raccoon was panting from exertion and nervousness as he walked across the platform to the trapdoor.  Flicking the white tag in his ear as peered down to the noose nearly resting on the ground, waiting to catch him in that lethal fall.  But first he had to be prepped and dressed up.

The attendant brought out a simple little device that held a bright pink band that made Saki’s balls pull taut in nervousness.  The cool metal brushed the soft fur of those young balls as the band was worked up to the base of his sheath.  The bunny had to fondle those balls slowly to get them to relax, whispering “just relax honey, it won’t be long until it’s all over.” 

Saki closed his eyes tight as he took a deep breath. *SNAP!* The tight band clamped down with a pinch that made the pink raccoon wince.  A tense throbbing in his lap as those heavy orbs were tied off, making him shiver in response.  He could feel those orbs pull tight in reflex, unable to escape the strangling embrace of that brilliant neon band.  The raccoon shaking a little from adrenaline of the moment as he took deep breaths from the dull pain in his lap.

The attendant gave a soft brush of Saki’s hair as he leaned closer, “good girl, you’re doing well, but now we have to get those balls fully taken care of.”

The taut ballsac was starting to darken as the bunny ran a little swab of something cold and numbing around that pink band.  Just waiting and watching the raccoon’s reactions as they waited for those balls to grow numb from the lack of blood.  Starting to sag once more as the raccoon bit his lip and looked away, knowing what would come next.

Saki couldn’t feel the fur and flesh being pulled now, but he still didn’t want to look.  He already saw a gleam of sharp scalpel, which made his knees quiver.  A weird sensation of pulling that should be painful, but was like a faint whisper of a sensation.  A tugging sensation that was very unnerving, the disconnected sensation of numbed nerves being pulled.  The wet tearing sound made him fold his ears tight, as his lap grew lighter feeling.  His once proud, heavy balls no longer his.  

“You did so well now, my little girl, we’re almost finished.”  He held out a pair of lacy pink panties as the raccoon winced and fidgeted his feet.  He didn’t want to, but had to peek down to get the panties, seeing just his sheath without those dangling balls.  He’d fit the silk material a lot better now.  The tight band kept him from bleeding any, neat and cleanly taken care of.

The feel of lacy silk going up his legs was nice, and the gentle snugness helped relieve the ache in his loins.  The sharp pain had faded to a numb dullness, the newly castrated boy shuddering in anxiety of what was coming next.  Panting quickly with the shaky excitement and fear running through his heart as the loop of rope was brought up to his cheek.  The white fabric brushing his whiskers as it was affectionately drawn over his muzzle by his hangman.

The hangman took his time to fit and adjust the rope and heavy knot for the doomed raccoon.  The young raccoon squirmed as he felt the knot nudge the side of his neck.  The loop of rope was pulled snug with all that slack running down his back.  His erection starting to tent his new panties as he squirmed a little and peeked a the trapdoor beneath his feet.  Perhaps next time he should see if he can get completely nullified before his next hanging.

His time left to worry and ponder was soon to be over.  A little brush of cheeks from the bunny hangman, “you’re doing well, it’s just about time.”  A little crowd had stopped by to watch the proceedings curiously, though a fair number of the males had winced from watching the the boy lose his balls.  Saki waiting patiently as he had his hands tied tight behind him, though not as tight as his noose would soon be.

The hangman walked slowly to the lever.  Saki’s life in those hands as he felt the weight of that little tag in his ear, marking him for death that was just moments away.  His arousal struggling to keep stiff between the excitement, fear, and pain in his lap.  Lashing his tail contently in the knowledge his punishment was due and would be justly delivered.

The lever was pulled with a resounding click of locks releasing under his toes.

*Clatter* 

The trapdoor opened smoothly, sliding open between the raccoon’s feet to leave Saki nothing to stand on.  His feet stiffened out in response, seeking something to rest on as the quickly opened trapdoor flew out from under his paw pads.  His body tensing in reaction to falling as he felt that rope quickly slide away from his back.  The heavy loop of rope and fat knot assuring him he wouldn’t fall to the ground rushing up to his tense feet.

*SNAP!*  

The rope caught him by his young throat, and he felt a harsh pinch and lewd pop under his head.  His sight blazed white in shock as he could feel his spine give away from that heavy knot’s tug.  Then there was nothing but soothing darkness awaiting him.  That brilliant shock of white sparkling away as everything faded into the blissful unconsciousness of death.

Saki’s feet jerked a few times as those wide eyes flicked about in surprise, then rolled back.  The boy’s pupils huge and unfocused as his body sagged from the obvious break in his spine. He swung back and forth from the inertia of that final drop, as toes relaxed their curling and arms grew slack behind him.

The boy’s panties grew heavier as the young raccoon’s body sagged, filling them with his final soiling.  Dirty panties to be displayed all day on the gently swaying raccoon as his piss dribbled through the front to drip down his legs.  The bitter muskyness of his mess staining his white thighs and pink panties lewdly.

The boy’s last wish was hoping someone would take some pictures so he could see how his dirty body was displayed so perfectly humiliating in public.
