I've also always wondered what every dude was thinking when he heard the drum roll begin...staring into the basket...i'd be thinking that the angled, weighted dropping blade would chop off my head and I wouldn't even realize that I've been beheaded until my head is already rolling. As my feet are being tied my cock is getting harder and leaking precum...the lunette is closed and I'm thinking about how I can already tell the endorphins are begining to flood my brain...almosts feels when you go from edging to the point of no return. The drum roll begins and I stretch my long neck as far as it will go...I always thought my severed head would look hottest with my neck and adams apple attached. My head hits the padded basket and I'm already rolling before I hear the blade crash into the base. FUCK! That was fast! My head is rolling and I can tell that my facial muscles are locking into that cum-face expression. Not the same look a man has on his face when he's looking into the basket; but that look on his face when he's about to shoot and he can't change his facial expression. My head stops rolling and the executioner grabs my severed head by the tufts of my hair and holds it up to the cheering crowd. I've always wondered what every dude was thinking when he saw the crowds cheering his head: "You fucking peasants! Now that you've cut off my head, how are any of your miserable lives any better?"