I glance out of the deathwatch cell window to the gallows awaiting the rough boy I am giving his final fuck. he is positioned in a pillory so he can see the gallows he will soon hang from out that window. the last few hours enjoying the view of where he will soon die. he sees the sun rising and wails in his despair knowing that he is soon to hang. though I never know how much of that wail is that he has been used as a fucktoy for the guards and finally by me the one that has the pleasure of hanging him.
he bucks a few more times in protest to his treatment as a convict here. I look out and see that the guards are beginning to gather all the condemned convicts at the prison to watch todays hanging. I finish his final fuck with a final hard thrust cumming one last time in his doomed ass. then me and the six guards assisting me pull him out of the pillory, pull up his prison issued jeans, making sure that his cock is pulled out for the last meal of the next to enjoy this cell and our pleasure. I look him in the face, you ready to die boy, he gibbers and pleas for mercy. his body covered with 120 rough prison tattoos given to him during the decade he waited at my prison for this day. plenty of rough scars make him look the best convict for hanging today. finally the guards got him in the harness pinning his arms behind his back. he knows he is ready to hang. we drag him trying to kick in his leg irons over his prison issued tan work boots. no help from that resistance. he is sobbing as he sees the daylight of this gallows courtyard, one of many execution areas at my prison. after ten years of our tender mercies he is incoherently pleading for any mercy but expecting none. shit he has kept saying he is innocent ever since he got here. he is dragged to the waiting rope, looking up he sees that its a block and tackle system that ends in the noose on his end and a winch to haul him up on the other, I tell him to say whatever last words he got, he looks out at the guards and his fellow condemned saying he is innocent and he knows that a lot of the convicts hanged here were innocent too dying with their claims of innocence on their lips. I then pull the noose over his head and around his neck. saying to him, damn your still lying and claiming you aint guilty of your fucking crimes. well only guilty convicts hang here. then I move to the winch and haul him up, his body goes rigid as he starts strangling, his boots trying to find any footing. his fellow condemned stare at his dying body, forced to watch every execution since they arrived at my execution prison. his lungs now heaving trying to get air, his body spasming in his death throes and boots kicking wild. I yell at him knowing he probably aint able to hear anything anymore, your looking your best now convict. I watch as he slowly dies, yes his execution should be in agony, finally he is hanging limp so we leave him up the rest of the hour before taking him down. I take one last look at him before the guards bring in the next of the four to hang, 8 inch tall prison issued workboots on his hanging feet those boots now ready for the next convict to wear them. his feet a bit smaller than mine so I didnt have him wear some boots to break them in for me as he hanged. coming out of those boots striped prison jeans, died in stripes so he looked as a proper convict should. then at his waist the suspenders over his heavily tattooed bare skin. his full sleeve inked arms in the straps pinning them and making him helpless to do anything but take his hanging, slowly moving up to his face he looks even better, his face swollen and purple from his hanging, his tongue swollen out of his mouth. his open eyes bulging from the pressure of the tight rope holding his weight up high. his head shaved as I desired it. making him look damn tough even hanged dead.
I look at the next to hang; jeans, chinks, cowboy boots, a denim workshirt with the sleeves roughly cut off. a proper cowboy to hang.
