The first sign of changing routine was a warrant to perform thorough medical evaluation. Moreover, his work schedule for the upcoming month was not signed. From this moment I realized, what's going on, but could not tell him in advance.
The day I brought Paul back to the cell following the medical check-up, he started to suspect something: “My exam was not a routine. They were checking all in details. I was undressed and all of my body was inspected. They have told something about my organs utilization. What's the hell is going on? I have a lot to do tomorrow at work!"
"You'll have a day off tomorrow. You need some rest and relax. You should go asleep now" - I told.
As usually I watched him showering. It was clear he got stressed now. His body seemed to be stiffened. He played with his cock, tensed and cum with a huge amount of creamy load. Apparently this made him feel relaxed. He wiped himself, put on his cotton pants and tank top as well as sleep socks and went to bed wrapping himself in a fluffy comforter. I looked at him sadly as I realized I'd have to bring him bad news in the morning.
Everything was going on as I suspected. When I entered the correctional unit the in the morning, I received an envelope containing official statement to inform the prisoner no. 13567, a white 33 years old male, condemned to death by hanging, that the execution was scheduled on the next day at 6 am. The condemned would receive 24 hours for preparations and necessary arrangements. Finally, it was stressed that no delays or appeals are possible. From this time, all activities and time-frame must strictly adhere to standard operating procedure no. 0123.
I sighed and felt it was unfair. Regardless of his past crime, I knew that Paul deserved to change his ordeal to life or maybe long lasting incarceration. Actually he proved that prison correction made sense. However, justice was cruel and blind...
When I entered the cell, Paul has been already showered and dressed in his regular prison uniform. He was nervous. "Why I am not going to work? What' going on here? I have a lot to do today!"
Without saying a word I handed him the warrant. Carefully he read the paper and sit helplessly on the bed.
"Why so?..I thought it would never happen..."
"I am so sorry. It is normal here. They allow people to gain hope, but later send them to the scaffold. It is a part of planned punishment"
He was terrified with tears in his eyes. "Please tell me what's it like? I mean, you've actually seen it before, haven't you? What really happens?"
I took his time in answering, lighting a cigarette and giving another to Paul.
"I wish I could tell you it'll be over before you know it, but I'm not gonna lie to you. Most likely, it ain't gonna be easy, it ain't gonna be quick, and it ain't gonna be pretty. See, the gallows here, it's really simple. As you know the policy is to make a condemned suffer a lot. So what we got here is this platform maybe one foot off the ground. However, you will be hoisted up to stand on your tiptoes and then trapdoor will be released. Therefore you will receive minimal or no drop at all. So anyway, I don't know what to tell you; I'd guess you're gonna choke to death. Probably gonna take at least ten, fifteen minutes to do it, too. Nothing you can do about it, except when you're up there, just do what comes naturally and struggle and kick real hard. It might make it a little quicker. And while you're choking away, and it's hurtin' real bad and it's worse than you can stand, just remember that I am watching you and probably comin' brains out. I know you are brave and compliant. But believe me, you will be terrified like hell. All of you are, and you are not an exception. You will be terrified like hell, sweat, shiver, possibly cry and piss. You heart will be pounding. It will be useless. On 5.30 a couple of guards will extract you from the cell, cuff your wrists and march down to the execution chamber. It is not far, two minutes walk. You will enter a dim room with concrete walls. There will be some witness but you will see nothing except a tall man dressed in black leather and combat shoes with masked face and a thick noose hanging just before your face. There will be printed feet sign on the floor. The warden will read your execution order and ask about last words. Things will go quickly. Leg irons will be locked on your ankles and your neck will be put into the noose. The trapdoor will fall but you will receive almost no drop. Your toes will seek the ground and probably you will feel a lot of pain and suffer terribly. Most of inmates piss, some have erection and cum. The whole process may last up to 30 minutes. When you are pronounced dead, your body will be lowered down on the stretcher and taken to the morgue. It may be terrifying for you, but in fact it is every day routine. You are not the first who has gone through it.”
“It is nice you are honest for me. I will try. After all I deserve it and realize the only way out of here is in cremation box..." - he was crying.
Now it was my task to update his body measurements. I told him to undress and filled the papers. He weighed 75 kg, height - 181 cm, his neck muscles were strong with protruding thyroid cartilage. His physique indicated uneasy hanging.
"What I will wear tomorrow? I want to have my boxers and t-shirt!"
"Sorry, forget it. First you must be shaved smooth. It's easy, you're almost hairless. Second, your chest will be be bare to check heart stop. Additionally, three sensors will be attached. We prefer inmates to go naked, but the execution will be witnessed by some officials and your victim's relatives. To ensure you some privacy you'll get thin, black boxer briefs for walk and reading the warrant. However, probably the hangman would remove them down on the ankles just before the trap is released"
I left him in shivering in the cell with an unspecific feeling of justice system mistake.
Then a procession of people were visiting this poor young man. First was the prison intendant who discussed disposition of Paul's money and personal property.
"Most of your savings will go to the hangman. It is customary, that condemned would pay for this service. You may arrange something with your private clothes, you will not need them any more. Please sign these papers to pay the executioner and grant your clothes to the prison property" – te told.
With a sense of shock, Paul signed disposition forms. "I want to decide something with my body and burial"
I came again - as the last visitor. I have brought the final meal containing a piece of meat, vegetables, salad, fruit and a bottle of wine. Though it was not officially allowed, I received special exemption from the warden. "We may eat together. Tomorrow you will get only some water." Paul agreed eagerly, and we spent nice two hours eating, chatting and sipping wine. He seemed to be calmer now.
"You know, I am a normal, sexual man" he said. "I need some tenderness, love and physical relax"
I understood his request. It was not common for me to have physical contacts with inmates, but this time decided to make an exception. Gently I caressed his face, shoulders and reached down his abdomen.
“Remove your boxers and lay on your stomach. I am going to relax you with a massage”.
Paul did as he was told. He cupped his semi-erect cock in his hands as he laid down and I could see him placing it against his tight abs as he lay down on his stomach. I began to massage his tight back. He had a beautiful spread of muscles and I loved the way his back tapered down to his thin waist and then rose in two gorgeous bubbles forming his butt. I massaged him for a while and I could feel him relax. He periodically closed his eyes and eventually let out a low moan of contentment. I leaned down and kissed him on his neck. I whispered "It will help make this all go much better later.”
He nodded his head and I continued to massage with an occasional nibble on his neck and perfect little ears. My cock was throbbing and I knew that I was ready to blow a load, but it was not time. I continued to massage him lost in my own thoughts about the beauty of this young, condemned man. I wanted him and I knew that I could have him in my total control.
“Turn over,” I told him. He did. His large penis was ramrod hard and tight against his stomach and oozing cum. I stood up and opened my trousers, pulling out my own dripping cock. I then spread his legs and straddled him. Paul closed his eyes as I leaned down and took his penis into my mouth. I licked around the head pulling his cock back away from his stomach with one hand and then licking under the shaft. He arched his back up and his penis slid further into my mouth. I lowered my head the rest of the way and let his penis slide down my throat. As my lips reached the base of his cock, he bucked and moaned. I worked up and down his shaft taking complete pleasure in tasting his meat, rich dripping cum, and the hot smell of his crotch. I played my fingers around his hard tight balls. Then I gently lubricated his anus ,unrolled condom and slowly inserted my erect penis. He moaned slightly feeling some pain, which quickly subsided and changed into growing pleasure. His beautiful feet were put on my arms and I was thrusting back and forth. We reached orgasm simultaneously and calmed down caressing each other. I checked time, it was almost 10 pm.
"It's time for me" I said. "The night guard will watch you now. It would be good to you to sleep. I'll come in the morning at 4.30." Paul was exhausted now, dressed in his sleep wear and fell asleep at once. I left being convinced, I had done everything for him what I could.
The day I brought Paul back to the cell following the medical check-up, he started to suspect something: “My exam was not a routine. They were checking all in details. I was undressed and all of my body was inspected. They have told something about my organs utilization. What's the hell is going on? I have a lot to do tomorrow at work!"
"You'll have a day off tomorrow. You need some rest and relax. You should go asleep now" - I told.
As usually I watched him showering. It was clear he got stressed now. His body seemed to be stiffened. He played with his cock, tensed and cum with a huge amount of creamy load. Apparently this made him feel relaxed. He wiped himself, put on his cotton pants and tank top as well as sleep socks and went to bed wrapping himself in a fluffy comforter. I looked at him sadly as I realized I'd have to bring him bad news in the morning.
Everything was going on as I suspected. When I entered the correctional unit the in the morning, I received an envelope containing official statement to inform the prisoner no. 13567, a white 33 years old male, condemned to death by hanging, that the execution was scheduled on the next day at 6 am. The condemned would receive 24 hours for preparations and necessary arrangements. Finally, it was stressed that no delays or appeals are possible. From this time, all activities and time-frame must strictly adhere to standard operating procedure no. 0123.
I sighed and felt it was unfair. Regardless of his past crime, I knew that Paul deserved to change his ordeal to life or maybe long lasting incarceration. Actually he proved that prison correction made sense. However, justice was cruel and blind...
When I entered the cell, Paul has been already showered and dressed in his regular prison uniform. He was nervous. "Why I am not going to work? What' going on here? I have a lot to do today!"
Without saying a word I handed him the warrant. Carefully he read the paper and sit helplessly on the bed.
"Why so?..I thought it would never happen..."
"I am so sorry. It is normal here. They allow people to gain hope, but later send them to the scaffold. It is a part of planned punishment"
He was terrified with tears in his eyes. "Please tell me what's it like? I mean, you've actually seen it before, haven't you? What really happens?"
I took his time in answering, lighting a cigarette and giving another to Paul.
"I wish I could tell you it'll be over before you know it, but I'm not gonna lie to you. Most likely, it ain't gonna be easy, it ain't gonna be quick, and it ain't gonna be pretty. See, the gallows here, it's really simple. As you know the policy is to make a condemned suffer a lot. So what we got here is this platform maybe one foot off the ground. However, you will be hoisted up to stand on your tiptoes and then trapdoor will be released. Therefore you will receive minimal or no drop at all. So anyway, I don't know what to tell you; I'd guess you're gonna choke to death. Probably gonna take at least ten, fifteen minutes to do it, too. Nothing you can do about it, except when you're up there, just do what comes naturally and struggle and kick real hard. It might make it a little quicker. And while you're choking away, and it's hurtin' real bad and it's worse than you can stand, just remember that I am watching you and probably comin' brains out. I know you are brave and compliant. But believe me, you will be terrified like hell. All of you are, and you are not an exception. You will be terrified like hell, sweat, shiver, possibly cry and piss. You heart will be pounding. It will be useless. On 5.30 a couple of guards will extract you from the cell, cuff your wrists and march down to the execution chamber. It is not far, two minutes walk. You will enter a dim room with concrete walls. There will be some witness but you will see nothing except a tall man dressed in black leather and combat shoes with masked face and a thick noose hanging just before your face. There will be printed feet sign on the floor. The warden will read your execution order and ask about last words. Things will go quickly. Leg irons will be locked on your ankles and your neck will be put into the noose. The trapdoor will fall but you will receive almost no drop. Your toes will seek the ground and probably you will feel a lot of pain and suffer terribly. Most of inmates piss, some have erection and cum. The whole process may last up to 30 minutes. When you are pronounced dead, your body will be lowered down on the stretcher and taken to the morgue. It may be terrifying for you, but in fact it is every day routine. You are not the first who has gone through it.”
“It is nice you are honest for me. I will try. After all I deserve it and realize the only way out of here is in cremation box..." - he was crying.
Now it was my task to update his body measurements. I told him to undress and filled the papers. He weighed 75 kg, height - 181 cm, his neck muscles were strong with protruding thyroid cartilage. His physique indicated uneasy hanging.
"What I will wear tomorrow? I want to have my boxers and t-shirt!"
"Sorry, forget it. First you must be shaved smooth. It's easy, you're almost hairless. Second, your chest will be be bare to check heart stop. Additionally, three sensors will be attached. We prefer inmates to go naked, but the execution will be witnessed by some officials and your victim's relatives. To ensure you some privacy you'll get thin, black boxer briefs for walk and reading the warrant. However, probably the hangman would remove them down on the ankles just before the trap is released"
I left him in shivering in the cell with an unspecific feeling of justice system mistake.
Then a procession of people were visiting this poor young man. First was the prison intendant who discussed disposition of Paul's money and personal property.
"Most of your savings will go to the hangman. It is customary, that condemned would pay for this service. You may arrange something with your private clothes, you will not need them any more. Please sign these papers to pay the executioner and grant your clothes to the prison property" – te told.
With a sense of shock, Paul signed disposition forms. "I want to decide something with my body and burial"
I came again - as the last visitor. I have brought the final meal containing a piece of meat, vegetables, salad, fruit and a bottle of wine. Though it was not officially allowed, I received special exemption from the warden. "We may eat together. Tomorrow you will get only some water." Paul agreed eagerly, and we spent nice two hours eating, chatting and sipping wine. He seemed to be calmer now.
"You know, I am a normal, sexual man" he said. "I need some tenderness, love and physical relax"
I understood his request. It was not common for me to have physical contacts with inmates, but this time decided to make an exception. Gently I caressed his face, shoulders and reached down his abdomen.
“Remove your boxers and lay on your stomach. I am going to relax you with a massage”.
Paul did as he was told. He cupped his semi-erect cock in his hands as he laid down and I could see him placing it against his tight abs as he lay down on his stomach. I began to massage his tight back. He had a beautiful spread of muscles and I loved the way his back tapered down to his thin waist and then rose in two gorgeous bubbles forming his butt. I massaged him for a while and I could feel him relax. He periodically closed his eyes and eventually let out a low moan of contentment. I leaned down and kissed him on his neck. I whispered "It will help make this all go much better later.”
He nodded his head and I continued to massage with an occasional nibble on his neck and perfect little ears. My cock was throbbing and I knew that I was ready to blow a load, but it was not time. I continued to massage him lost in my own thoughts about the beauty of this young, condemned man. I wanted him and I knew that I could have him in my total control.
“Turn over,” I told him. He did. His large penis was ramrod hard and tight against his stomach and oozing cum. I stood up and opened my trousers, pulling out my own dripping cock. I then spread his legs and straddled him. Paul closed his eyes as I leaned down and took his penis into my mouth. I licked around the head pulling his cock back away from his stomach with one hand and then licking under the shaft. He arched his back up and his penis slid further into my mouth. I lowered my head the rest of the way and let his penis slide down my throat. As my lips reached the base of his cock, he bucked and moaned. I worked up and down his shaft taking complete pleasure in tasting his meat, rich dripping cum, and the hot smell of his crotch. I played my fingers around his hard tight balls. Then I gently lubricated his anus ,unrolled condom and slowly inserted my erect penis. He moaned slightly feeling some pain, which quickly subsided and changed into growing pleasure. His beautiful feet were put on my arms and I was thrusting back and forth. We reached orgasm simultaneously and calmed down caressing each other. I checked time, it was almost 10 pm.
"It's time for me" I said. "The night guard will watch you now. It would be good to you to sleep. I'll come in the morning at 4.30." Paul was exhausted now, dressed in his sleep wear and fell asleep at once. I left being convinced, I had done everything for him what I could.
) I've received thanks for part 3, the final one
