A tall tiger  -- a little over 2 meters -- walked a squirrel, about average height, into the Processing Center. They walked up to the counter, and held a brief, quiet conversation. The tiger kissed the squirrel goodbye, they hugged, then the tiger left.  The squirrel rang the bell to get the receptionist's attention. When the cat-femme looked up, he said, "Hi. Alex would like to register for execution, if it's not too much trouble."

"Certainly, Sir. Fill out this form. We accept most major debit cards and of course cash. No checks or credit cards, I'm afraid."

The squirrel spent almost a minute on the form, using his very best handwriting.

[b]NAME:[/b] Alex Squirrel
[b]GENDER:[/b] MALE
[b]AGE:[/b] 24
[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 5'7"
[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 140 lbs
[b]OCCUPATION:[/b] Snuff Party "Host"
[b]REASON FOR EXECUTION:[/b] Master's command
[b]PREFERRED METHOD:[/b] Hanging

He handed it back, and paid with a debit GasperCard.

"Thank you," the receptionist told him. "Please have a seat in our waiting area, we will call your name."

Alex sat down near a young stallion and introduced himself. "Hi. Alex is here to be hanged, there's something so exciting about hanging, don't you think?"

"Gladstone." They shook hands. "I'd say I'm happy to meet you, but these aren't really very happy circumstances."

"Oh, but it's a beautiful day for an execution. But then, any day is a beautiful day for an execution."

"Not when you're discarded like a used condom, it isn't."

"Oh, sorry. Would you like to talk about it? Don't if you'd rather not, but if you would, Alex will be happy to listen."

"I was a good slave, did everything Master said, and did it well. But then he met somebody, and his new partner isn't willing to share."

"How long were you his slave? Was this a short-term thing, or semi-permanent?"

"Almost four years. I kept his house clean, and I know I pleased him in bed and in his dungeon."

"After you've been his slave that long... Alex would have expected him to kill you himself, if he cared about you?"

"Yes. I'd thought so too. That when the time came, he'd fuck me or pleasure me with his hand then, just at the right moment, drop the blade."

"Yeah. And instead he leaves you for some stranger to execute? Alex thinks that's just mean."

"Yes. He didn't even come with me. Just gave me cash for the processing fee and phoned for a taxi." He paused, then, "What about you?"

"Alex has been helping Damien out with his snuff parties. Alex's job title was 'host,' but what it came down to was: Alex was a party favor -- available to anybody who wanted a bottom to fuck or strangle -- with an "OB" badge: owned bottom, that meant people had to get permission from Damien if they wanted to snuff Alex.

"But last week, Damien gave Alex a 'B' badge -- a pure bottom, available to anybody for sex, asphyxia, or snuffing. And last night Alex thought he was going to get the ultimate thrill. A stoat in his late 20s, a real hottie, chose Alex. He was going to strangle two bottoms. Alex was rimming him while this 18-year-old stag sucked him. The stoat finished off the stag, and Alex started to get him hard for a second blowjob. He had the cord around squirrel's neck, he was pulling it almost hard enough to strangle Alex. But he'd had too much to drink, and he fell asleep. Squirrel didn't get snuffed, didn't cum, didn't even get to taste the stag's cum. Alex was seriously frustrated.

"Damien apologized in the morning. He decided it was time for squirrel to get that thrill, so he drove Alex here in his limo, came in with me, gave squirrel a goodbye kiss. He even lent Alex his GasperCard to pay the fee. So now squirrel is waiting for an executioner to hang him. This is so exciting!"

At that point a wolf swaggered into the room. He was tall, about 185 cm., big shoulders, long legs, and a half-mask over his face. Most of his torso was covered with a short leather jacket, but there was just a skin-tight muscle shirt over his belly. No fat on those abs. It was also obvious that he enjoyed his job, he must have quite a package in those trousers! He picked up the receptionist's clipboard and glanced over the names.

"Huh!" he snorted.

He turned to the waiting area and raised his voice slightly. "All right! Listen up, executies. The executioners who normally handle the morning shift today are both out with the flu. My name is Justin. I'm subbing for Casey today, and we'll have an executioness for those who swing that way in about an hour. Sorry for the delay, but you know what this winter has been like."

Alex nodded, as did most of the other furs waiting.

"Alex Squirrel," said the executioner.

Alex stood up. "Yes, Sir. You hang squirrel?"

"Yes, I hang squ...  Damn it! I mean, yes, I'm going to hang you. I'm going to put a noose around your neck, kick out your support, and let your own weight pull the noose tight around your neck. Then I'm going to watch you dance as the noose strangles you to death."

"Squirrel is ready to be executed, at your pleasure, Sir."

Justin shook his hand. "Not to worry, we'll have you strung up in good time. A short drop, with benefits."

"Yes Sir. Alex was hoping for benefits, kind of. Not counting on them, you understand. Just, sort of, thinking it would be nice. When it's squirrel's time, he has to take what he can get. But if Alex can get more than the bare minimum, it makes things nicer for squirrel.  Don't you think so, Sir?"

Justin looked oddly at this squirrel who seemed to be babbling.  Nerves? Sexual excitement? Never mind. Justin liked what he saw. "Come with me to the red room." He took Alex by the elbow. It was gentle, but Alex knew it could become a "come-along" with just a little pressure. The folf guided Alex to a door at one side of the room, opened it. The room had flocked wallpaper; the dominant color was a bright red.

Justin led Alex into the room. [i]A real handsome squirrel. Pretty, even. A real shame to stretch his neck,[/i] thought Justin. [i]But it seems to be what he needs, and besides, rules are rules.[/i] "Wait here. I'll be back as soon as I can to help you get ready." He closed the door, and Alex heard the lock snick.

Alex looked around. The room had a table, two chairs, and a sofa. There was a TV on the wall, facing the sofa. A small table next to the sofa had a stack of magazines -- current issues! -- and several DVDs. Alex picked one up, then another. They were recordings of executions. There was another door opposite the one he came in, painted matte black so it reflected almost no light. It looked heavy. There was a keypad beside it, and a light above it, glowing red.

Alex sat down and imagined himself, dangling from a noose, kicking. He started getting hard, and his hand strayed to his crotch. Alex noticed what he was doing, sighed, and put his hand back on the arm of the sofa. It wouldn't be cool to have cum-stained pants when Justin came for him.

He closed his eyes and meditated. But the occasional "whirrr-thunk" from an adjacent room kept distracting him. "Jeez Louise," he muttered to himself.  "How hard is it to put a noose around a guy's neck and take away what he's standing on?"

He riffled through the magazines on the table, chose [i]Executioner's Monthly[/i]. There was an article on hanging techniques: where to place the knot for short-drop and long-drop hangings, etc. Alex sat down to read it, especially the section on timing: how to maximize pleasure -- keeping the hangee just on the edge of cumming until shortly before he loses consciousness. Alex was getting painfully hard again, but he kept reading.

Eventually he finished the article. He got up and paced the room for a while, then came back to the table. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He quickly found the live feeds from execution chambers. He watched while Justin strapped Gladstone into a guillotine, face up, gave the stallion a slow, luxurious handjob with lots of lube, and dropped the blade just as Gladstone started to spurt. Alex was happy for Gladstone, but beheadings were boring.  The squirrel pawed through the DVDs and found a collection of hangings. He popped it into the player and sat down to watch.

While Alex was reading and watching executions, Justin was busy. He'd had two beheadings to take care of. The first was a stallion who wanted to get laid one last time before "getting the axe". The second a skunk-femme who wanted to be fucked while strapped into the guillotine. Justin had gotten one of the maintenance furs to fulfill her request.  But all this took time. It was nearly an hour before he was able to get back to the squirrel.

The black door opened while Alex was watching a lynx's final dance; the folf came back into the room, smelling excited.

"We're nearly ready for you," Justin said, "Just tell me your Last Request."

"To cum one last time in somebody's mouth, that would be very nice, just before the rope takes squirrel's breath away. Or even better, while it squeezes Alex's neck forever shut. Or to have somebody cum inside Alex, yes. So if you could oblige Alex, or arrange for someone to oblige squirrel with one or the other, that would be wonderful, and Alex would thank you with his last thoughts. Squirrel won't be able to say it aloud, of course, but please believe, Alex will be thanking you even as his thoughts slide away to... to wherever thoughts go when they cease forever."

"I think I can oblige you in that," Justin replied. "Come here."

Alex stood up and walked into the folf's arms.

Justin took Alex's head between his hands and kissed him, hard. Alex kissed him back, and the folf opened his mouth, inviting Alex's tongue. Alex accepted the invitation, and they spent a while French-kissing. Alex turned his head and nibbled on the folf's ear. Then the folf kissed the side of Alex's neck, making him shiver with a mixed thrill of fear and arousal. They spent some minutes like that, then Justin took Alex's hand and put it between his legs. Alex moaned and started fondling the folf. When he tentatively started to pull down Justin's zipper, the folf moaned and breathed, "Yes." Soon Alex was fondling Justin's cock, then kissing his nipples. Somewhere in the middle of all that, they ended up on the sofa.

After a while, Alex leaned over and started teasing the tip of Justin's cock with his tongue. The folf made encouraging noises, and Alex progressed to licking the entire length of canid cock. Then he ran his parted lips down one side and up the other. Finally, he engulfed it and slowly sucked it into his mouth. He moved up and down, but slowly, prolonging Justin's pleasure and his own.

All this was making Alex really horny, and he put Justin's hand on his bulge to encourage him to do something for him. The folf hesitated, then shook his head firmly. "Ahhh, no," he explained, "I want to keep you warm. If I let you cum, you'll cool off. But you may finish pleasuring me with your mouth, if you like. Or..."

"Yes?" Alex panted.

"I'd fuck you, if you could keep from cumming."

"Alex is well trained, Sir.  Alex has very good control. Squirrel will not cum without permission."

"You'd better be right, or I'll come back and haunt you."

"Huh? Don't you mean..." Alex paused in confusion.

"I meant exactly what I said."  Justin pulled his pants down, then slowly unbuttoned Alex's shirt, one button at a time.  Then Justin suddenly spun Alex around and, using a move he'd learned his first day on the job, pulled Alex's shirt down in a single motion and pulled the squirrel's hands behind him.

Alex didn't realize what had happened until a black strap was being yanked tight around his wrists!

Alex yipped in surprise as he felt the strap on his wrists.  Then he made a noise something closer to a purr. "Oh, yeah... That's right, nice and tight, keep squirrel's hands where they belong."

Justin unzipped Alex's trousers, removed the belt, and slowly peeled them down. He untied the squirrel's shoes, and pulled underwear, trousers, socks, and shoes off in a single motion. "Lie down on the couch, Alex."

Alex started to get on the couch, face-down.

"No, turn over."

"Oh, that way, Sir. Yes, Sir, Alex will get into "missionary position" for you." Alex stood up, turned around, and lay down face up with his hands under his back and his legs in the air.

Alex saw the Executioner walk over to him. He smiled up at Justin, and bent his legs as close to his chest as they would go. He felt cold lube on his tailhole, then a warm canid cock against the entrance. A second later, he felt it push into him. "Yes... Alex likes that."

"You're not the only one," Justin told him. The squirrel's anus, though obviously not virgin, was deliciously tight. Justin began stroking, in and out of the squirrel's backdoor.

"Ahhh.... yes... Fuck squirrel," Alex murmured, enjoying the violation. "Alex likes this so much. Yessss...."

Justin spent a while moving slowly in and out of the squirrel's hole, then sped up as his pleasure built. This was one of the perks of being an executioner at the Center, and Alex was one of the best.

Alex shifted his position slightly so the folf-cock would not rub his prostate and force an ejaculation. But even without that completion, he was able to take a lot of pleasure from having his tailhole filled like that.  "Ahhh.... yes.... Under squirrel's tail... yes.... so nice... Inside Alex..." he murmured. "Squirrel will have [i]such[/i] a case of blue balls. But it will be worth it."

The pleasure was too much. Justin began pounding Alex's tailhole, pushing on his thighs to force his hole farther up, then grunted in pleasure as he came deep inside the squirrel.  "Ahhhh, so hot... so nice..." Alex said as he felt the folf's semen flow into him. "Cum inside squirrel, yes! Squirrel give you pleasure, yes?"

"Yes, you did, Alex. But now... we need to rest for a bit."

The two of them sat on the couch, breathing hard, occasionally kissing. Justin kept one hand on Alex the whole time, idly caressing the squirrel's body, playing with his cock, feeling Alex's luxuriant fur run through his fingers.

Justin heard a quiet click, and looked up. The light was now yellow. Justin took Alex by one elbow and helped him stand up. "Almost time for your last walk, Alex. Just another minute or two."

"Sir. Alex is ready to take that last walk. Lead, and Alex will follow, Alex is glad to oblige. Alex is ready. Alex has been ready all morning."

There was another quiet click and the light changed to green.

Justin coded the keypad and led Alex through the door, then paused for a moment to let Alex take a look.

Alex looked around the last room he would ever see. There was a heavy door in the wall to his right, just like the one he had come in through. On his left was a twin bed. The fourth wall, across the room from him, had an ordinary-looking door. To the left of the door was a wooden cabinet, painted black. To the right, a wickerwork hamper and a folding step stool resting against the wall.

"I've always liked to anticipate how a given executie will hang," Justin mused. "Will you still be erect when you're facing death? Or will you wilt like a two-day-old flower? How long will you last, I wonder."

"Alex hopes to last a good, long time. Squirrel will not wilt. Alex will put on a good show for you, Sir. You will see."

Justin guided Alex over to the bed, and helped the squirrel get down on his knees. "Now I need you to bend over the bed, and spread your knees wide."

"Bend over and spread knees, yessir, Alex can do that.  Squirrel loves doing things like that." Alex bent forward, resting his upper body on the bed, and spread his knees as wide apart as they would go.

Justin walked over to a cabinet and opened a drawer to pull out a small black object.

"This is your butt plug," said the folf. "I'm not cleaning up your mess." The plug was greased, but it was quite large and Alex's ass was stretched considerably as Justin firmly pressed it all the way in.

"Oooofff.. That's big, Sir. Put it in nice and tight, you're right, Sir, Alex doesn't want to make a mess. Oooh.... yes... that's nice. Thank you so much, Sir... aaaahhh."

Once it was inserted, Justin reached between Alex's legs and again fondled the squirrel's cock. "There, you're almost ready."

"Yes...yes, Sir," Alex panted as the lube-slick paw fondled his shaft.

"Now stay there a minute, I have some furniture re-arranging to do.  Your execution is being videotaped, and we at the Processing Center take pride in giving full satisfaction.  So I have to take my time and do everything just right. You can talk though."

Alex heard the multi-step folding stool and the clothes hamper being dragged to the center of the Red Room.

"Thank you for letting Alex talk, Sir.  Alex doesn't like to be gagged, except for one special kind and then only for a few minutes. Are you getting  ready for Alex's hanging, Sir? Or do you have other things you want to do to Alex first? It sounds very interesting and exciting back there, Sir."

Justin came back to the still-bent-over Alex, and sat on the bed in front of him.  The folf had a coil of hemp rope in his hands. "I'm going to grant your last request, but to get it you'll have to hang for me," Justin said. He tied a Hangman's Knot in one end of the rope. When he was satisfied with his work, he held it up for Alex's approval.  "That will put you to death, don't you think?"

"Yes, Sir. That will do the job very nicely. Alex can hardly wait to feel it around his neck, it makes squirrel so hot. Alex is ready whenever you are, Sir."

"It's a shame that customer let you down.  But don't worry; I won't let you down.  In fact, you're going to be up a long time for me.  I know the ropes, you see -- and you're soon going to know mine."

"Yes Sir. Alex is looking forward to that, Sir, getting to know your ropes."

"Just a few last preparations. You can turn around if you like."

Alex turned around and watched Justin climb up the stepstool. The folf tossed the rope over the bar, pulled on the loose end until the noose was level with the base of his neck. Then he glanced at Alex and lowered it a few inches.

"That's done, now stand up."  Justin again took Alex's elbow and guided him over to the foot of the step-stool, which rested up against the clothes hamper.

Justin climbed down.  "Your turn to climb, stud."

"Alex's turn to climb, yes, Sir.  Alex will do that."

Alex stood very straight, looking hungrily at the noose that would soon take his breath away forever.  He put one foot on the first rung of the step stool, then the other foot on the next step, then up onto the top of the stool. He stood there, gazing at the noose, his mouth slightly open, breathing just a little fast. He was so hard that his cock was nearly straight up against his belly.

He talked quietly to himself "Noose for Alex.... my noose... Noose around squirrel's neck... waited so long... Yes...." It was almost but not quite a whisper. Justin could understand him, but just barely.

Justin ascended the stool right behind Alex, and gave him a slight prod to put his feet onto the top of the clothes hamper -- directly under the noose.  Bending down, he wrapped black straps around the squirrel's knees and ankles, and cinched them tight.

Then he stood up himself and brought the noose down -- over Alex's head, past his eyes and ears, down onto his shoulders.

With a swift, practiced move, he cinched the hangman's knot tight under Alex's left ear, startling a surprised "Oh!" out of the squirrel.

Alex was prepared. Justin leaned forward, gave the squirrel a quick kiss, and then climbed down the step-stool.  Alex was alone, more than three feet above the floor.  He heard the scraping of the step-stool being dragged to the side.

"Oh, yes, Sir. Alex is ready to hang. One request, Sir, don't you think it will be sexier if Alex can kick and struggle while he hangs? If you prefer Alex to be strapped, Alex will be happy to hang strapped for you, Sir, but if it makes no difference to you, Alex would prefer to be free to dance."

Justin came back around in front of Alex, holding one last short black cord.  "It does make a difference -- you aren't knocking me to the floor before I'm done.  My work isn't nearly finished, young man, but my fun is definitely now going to start!"  And he reached up to put his hands on Alex's manhood and began to massage the squirrel's cock and balls.

Justin's soft hands began caressing and sliding along his shaft, heating it further, straighter, harder! Alex had been hard continuously for over an hour now, and he had a ache of frustration spreading from his balls into his lower belly.

Justin decided Alex was ready. He took a short piece of cord and tied it around the base of the squirrel's cock.

Justin was well satisfied with Alex's cooperation.  He would reward him soon. But now to his next duty -- reading the death warrant.

"Alex Squirrel, having been sent to the Execution Center and duly registered here, you are legally condemned by the laws of this state.  You are therefore sentenced to be hanged by your neck until you are dead. I will now carry out this sentence."

Justin approached the clothes hamper Alex was standing on, and wrapped his lips around the squirrel's rock-hard cock!

"Yes, Sir, Alex is ready for you to execute him. At your pleasure, Sir."

Justin's mouth was hot on Alex's already-fevered cock, licking and teasing for right now.  His hands jacked off the squirrel-shaft as Alex stood bound and helpless, completely at the folf's mercy -- or lack of!  Again and again Justin's hands stroked the executie's cock.  Alex knew that  he would hang as soon as he came, or perhaps a few seconds before!

"Yes, Sir, Oh, yes, Sir. Oh, please yes, Sir. So ready to hang, Sir. So good, Sir. Oh, yes, please, yes.... yes.... please... Please, Sir, please yes..."

Justin sensed the swelling in Alex's cock.  The squirrel was about to blow!  With no hesitation the folf kicked the hamper hard, out from under Alex's feet!

Alex dropped nearly a foot before the noose jerked his neck, hard, to a complete stop.  Justin simply bent his knees and resumed sucking Alex's cock. He wanted the squirrel's last cum as much as Alex did.

"Oh, y... aack!" Alex's litany of pleasure was choked off by the noose. He looked down and saw Justin's mouth around his cock. 

[i]The noose is so tight now,[/i] thought Alex.  [i]Neck squeezed so hard... Can't breathe. So hot... gonna cum... yes... this takes so much... need to breathe... can't... [/i]

Alex's hands twisted in the strap, but to no avail. It was too strong.  He tried to kick, to struggle for air, but his legs were strapped together.  He wriggled in his bonds, for two long minutes, choking, feeling the pain of the noose around his neck, the pleasure of Justin's mouth on his cock, and the pain/pleasure of being denied breath.

At last, the combination of Justin's hot mouth and the noose around his neck was too much.  Alex's back arched... his cock swelled... and he came, semen spurting out of his cock again and again.

Justin let Alex's deathcum fill his mouth, then stepped back. There was a lot of it, and swallowed it with a gulp, looking up at Alex's face. Folf-eyes met squirrel-eyes, the eyes of the squirrel he was executing.  The folf looked at Alex with hunger, lust, and desire...

Justin picked up a large, sharp knife and cut the straps around Alex's legs, then stepped back quickly.

Alex hung still for nearly 30 seconds while he came, then started to struggle. He kicked, dancing in the noose, trying to run on thin air, but to no avail.  His struggles grew weaker... His face turned red with the effort to breathe, but there was no more breath for Alex. Not ever. After four minutes, Alex stopped struggling.

Justin needed to make sure.  He walked around behind Alex, and slapped his ass -- hard.

Alex, nearly unconscious, was startled awake by the slap on his ass. He struggled weakly for a few seconds.

Justin waited until Alex's struggles stopped again, then counted off twenty seconds. Then he slapped the squirrel's ass again.  This time there was no reaction.  Justin jerked the black cord tight, then tied it off to keep Alex from pissing on the Execution Room's carpet. He walked back to the bed, sat down, and began slowly masturbating while he watched Alex's final moments.

Alex's leg muscles twitched for a minute or two more, then he hung limp. He no longer felt pain, or pleasure, or any sensation at all. Alex was quite dead.

Justin pleasured himself to a huge orgasm while Alex's body continued to hang for the regulation half-hour.

