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The Way of Old World
If ghosts could tell tales then this would be mine.
I was sent to Saudi Arabia by my firm, which had won a huge contract to provide telecommunications technology to the country. I was to be there for a three-month period during which time I would not see Hilary*and the kids. I did not care about being away from my wife. She was not interested in me sexually. I know now that she used me to make her babies and to provide the kids a home. That’s OK I guess. I was more attracted to men anyway.*We barely ever had sex after Peter was born. I had a few male friends who I could count on for regular sex on the side. I looked to finding the male prostitutes in my new workplace. Where ever I traveled the hot boys were never hard to find. Being married and straight has advantages. Hot gay men work extra hard for cock when they know you are cheating.
The last day I was home was a Sunday. I was due to board the plane at 6 p.m., which meant being at the airport*by 4 p.m., and Hilary and the kids were going with me to the airport. We had a turkey for dinner at noon and then I played*with little Ryan, wrestling with him on the floor and read to Peter as he was too young to enjoy rough house physical*activity like Ryan yet. Hilary seemed to enjoy watching us play.
Well, we drove together to the airport and I went over things with Hilary one last time while both the kids fell asleep with the*motion of the car. I explained about our bank account, our safety deposit box, the power of attorney, and other things*that would need to be done while I was away. I also told her where my will was just in case. Saudi Arabia was fairly safe, but it was the middle east and unpredictable.
She listened intently to every detail and took notes. She seemed prepared to*take total responsibility of our family.
Well, the plane was right on time leaving, and I had gone through security quickly so I would not feel lonely or sad saying*good-bye. I tried to look happy and delighted with everything and tried to give them confidence that I would be back soon.*I knew that three months of freedom would pass quickly, too quickly. I would be back in the old rut before I knew it.
I was traveling with a guy named Travis who worked with me. He was about 25, and I was just 28.*He was totally cool for a computer geek. He wore his hair collar length. It was blonde and made him look more like a surfer than anything else. He was still in shape from his college swim team days and had a smooth tan complexion with deeply set blue eyes. He was the best-looking guy in the office, unmarried and*did not ever speak of dating, so on the long flight I started to ask him questions in return for some idle chat he asked me about my*family and how I was going to do without my wife etc. It turned out he was gay and I told him I was bi and preferred men to women for*sex too.
We would be living in the same building in the American quarter of town. I was*delighted at the prospect of fucking him. After having a late dinner we started to drift off to sleep on the plane. The cabin was dark. We were alone in our part of the first class cabin. Just before I fell asleep, while looking like I was dozing, I let my hand drop to Travis’s muscular thigh where I left*it. It didn’t take long before I felt the snake of his cock crawl down his pant*leg to where it touched my hand resting there. My fingers boldly gripped his shaft.
Taking my lead he pulled a blanket over each of us, and I boldly liberated his shaft from his pants. He was leaking precum like mad. I played with his foreskin and balls until I could tell he was close to cumming. The lights were dimmed for the movie, and everybody around us was fast asleep. I leaned over like I was trying to get something out of his bag on the floor and sucked his meat to the back of my throat. I barely got him moist when I felt his first bolt of sweet man cream hit the back of my throat. I didn’t waste a drop. I knew that this trip was going to be the best ever. He followed me into the lavatory. One of the male flight attendants saw us enter the tight space together, and he smiled at us knowing what was happening. I sat on the counter and let him pull my pants down. My boner bounced up and slapped his chin. I grabbed a handful of silky blonde hair and guided his pretty mouth to my pecker. He was an excellent cocksucker and drained my balls in no time. I went back to our seats and waited while Travis fucked the flight attendant. We landed 6 hours later.
Our first few days in Saudi Arabia were hectic and we were trying to get settled, get adjusted to the different*time zones, etc. we worked 14 hour days, and as much as we wanted to, we could not break away from our jobs to mess around.
By Saturday morning we were as horny as we could be. We had all day together so went for a walk in the old city. The streets were narrow, and the buildings seemed ancient. Suddenly the street we followed opened up into a square where a crowd was gathered. Just as we arrived we could hear the crowd cheer, as a man was lead by armed guards into the square, his hands were tightly bound*behind him. The crowd shifted and soon surrounded him and the guards. We stopped to see what would happen. The prisoner was young, tall and athletic, maybe a college student. He looked German or American, with a handsome head of blond hair cut short around the sides.
The guards ripped off his shirt and shoes and ordered him on his hands and feet to do pushups. A guard grabbed a handful of blonde hair and held his head as it dipped up and down. When he had done about fifty his chest and arms were pumped up to perfection, and they let him stop as he finished a rep. He was exhausted from his efforts and he paused on his hands and knees as the guard lovingly caressed his silky hair. Without a word, the guard sank his knife into the prisoner’s long graceful*neck. The handsome features of the prisoner grimmaced with pain as the knife twisted and severed the neck arteries and veins. The body became instantly tense and slumped to his right side as his racing heart pumped blood furiously from the neck gash. The guard held the handsome head by a clump of hair and bent the neck back to open up the wound and speed the blood flow that poured out onto the street. The crowd cheered as the chest furiously heaved up and down, trying to suck air through wheezing vocal cords. The blonde head still had life in his piercing blue bewildered eyes. He stared at Travis and me and tried desperately to tell us something, silently speaking, until his eyes glazed over and were still. The guard quickly sawed the head from the beautiful body and held it high as the crowd cheered.
We walked over to the body as the crowd dispersed. They straightened his torso. I was shocked to see the size of the erect penis tenting his thin cotton drawstring pants. The cum spot next to the cock head was unmistakable. The guards loaded him on a cart and wheeled him away with his head stuck between his sexy muscular legs.
Travis asked me if*I knew what that was all about but I had not heard anything about it before hand.
The next day we went to the office and while there we asked and they told us that the executions in Saudi Arabia*were conducted by beheading. The German was a tourist convicted of drug trafficking. His picture and crime were printed in the paper. They told us that most days we might see executions if we were by that square at noon.
I could not get out of my mind the way it had*occurred. This hot boy was walking one minute and the next his body was spewing blood without a head. His corpse was so perfect, big hard cock, tight jock muscles everywhere.
Travis and I found it totally sexually stimulating. We talked about it that night as we got ready for bed*and we started to play with each other. Travis tied my hands behind my back and marched me to the bed where he made*me kneel and then he fucked me raw. It had been a long time since I had been fucked and doing it bound like that was a real*turn-on.
Likewise, Travis seemed to relish being tied up. Every time I tied him up, his cock rose straight up in the air.*I made it sound like the real thing and even pulled his hair up so it would not get in the way of the sword. He loved it.
Travis and I worked for another three weeks, six days a week and then were given a four-day break.*We needed to explore again, and we planned our adventure to visit the execution square near noon so we might see more*beheadings. We were a little disappointed that there were no executions that day. But it turned out that the same square was the city’s prime location for the hooker trade.
Travis found a couple of working girls who wanted to pleasure us. He gave one some cash to suck my cock while he watched. We both came together on her face. Afterwards he asked them if there were any guys to have sex with for money. They told us*to come to the beheading tomorrow at 12 and explained that they would have some guys there with them*whom we could pay for play.
We arrived at 10 am, as we wanted to have a good view. We got right in the front row. At*precisely 12, they brought six young men out to the square. They all kneeled obediently. The first to go*looked like he might be an Arab teen, as did the next, but the other five were clearly from other countries. The executioner worked his way down the line. He chopped the necks of the Arabs and three fat Europeans letting the heads roll in the dirt. The last two were twins. They were barely 18, both blonde and attractive. The executioner paid special attention to these heads. He held each head himself with his left hand, and he chopped with his right. An assistant received the first brother and set his head on a platter. The last head was harvested and was spirited away, eyes still blinking.
We watched them gather the bodies. The girls found us and introduced us to a hot pair of Saudi guys. They took our money, and we followed them to*a hotel room on the square where all had fun. We fucked the boys raw. They boys were inexperienced and we could hear that, but they would be well paid. I thought about chopping my boy’s neck as I creamed his tight ass. I know Travis was thinking the same.
As we got dressed a knock came on the door and one of the*young men opened it to several armed Saudi police. They started to cry and started to point at us as they told a long horrible lie to the police, and the police let them go. We were arrested and taken to an ancient prison that was infested with*rats and left there for days. We were unable to talk to most the men BUT one prisoner spoke broken English and told us we would be going to court*tomorrow and would be able to get someone from our embassy to interpret for us. He looked at Travis’ pretty blonde hair and shook his head.
It turned out that someone from our embassy and someone from work came by and saw us. They talked to us*with all the rest of the guys able to listen. They told us that the sodomy charges against us were serious in a religious regime like*this and that we had no rights of appeal. Whatever happened they would probably pass the most*severe punishment permitted and the ambassador would have no legal options. I asked what the punishment might be and was told to wait and see.
In court the next morning, it turned out that there were pictures of us meeting these two young men, of us going*into their room and of us wantonly fucking them. The pictures were explicit and show our big pale American cocks ripping into tender bodies. They showed the faces of the boys as they fought the pain. They showed my and Travis’s faces as we shot hot cum into those tight teen butts. The camera even got a shot of cum dripping out each ass. The evidence and witnesses condemned us.*The case went on for about 5 minutes and then the judge ordered us to stand and immediately intoned in solemn*manner something in Arabic. Our translator stood just behind us translating, and it was not good news. We were to be*taken back to the same prison where we would be held for one week at which time we would be taken to the same*square where we had watched the beheadings and we would be beheaded ourselves.
Travis immediately broke into a rage. He literally lost it. I wanted to comfort him but could not because the*guards had hold of us. The judge commanded that he die first because of disorderly conduct. We were cuffed and marched out of the court and taken back to the jail where we were placed*into a cell with six others. They had all had sentences passed of death within the last day and it appeared we would all*be beheaded the same morning.
One of the guys was quite young from England and had been charged with smuggling heroin. He had chosen*to get off the plane en route to India so he could buy some smokes in the airport. He looked like he worked out a lot. It was hard to imagine him in the drug trading business. The others had murdered or had*committed adultery.
The guy from the embassy came and I asked him about using a phone to talk to Hilary and he told me that would*never be permitted in Saudi Arabia. I then asked him if he would phone her and tell her what was happening and tell her*I loved her. The embassy said that she had written to the presiding judge. She told him that she was tired of my infidelity, and she was counting on the Saudi court to give her the justice that she would never get in America. That explained why they let the kids get away. My wife had set us up!!! To make matters worse, the Saudi prisoner explained that the judge collected American pelts. He said Travis’s hair was so attractive that he would have been executed for jay walking!
I knew then that we were dead men. At least I still had Travis. Travis and I did not like fucking in front of all the other guys but we could not wait and would never have*another opportunity. The guys all watched and a couple of others decided to follow our lead. The young English bloke took*Travis’s tool into his mouth as I fucked Travis and I think Travis really liked him.
The embassy guy came back the night before we were to die and told us the Prime Minister had protested but*that so far no reprieve had come. He told me that Hilary was flying out to collect my death certificate later in the week.
We did not sleep that night. Travis and I fucked each other slowly. At about 4 they came and explained to us that they*would give us an enema and showers and then we could put on the clothes we had been arrested in. There were 8 of us*to die and we would die according to the order of sentence. It turned out Travis had been sentenced before me so I was*to watch as the others lost their heads while waiting to lose my own last.
As we were getting dressed, we were not permitted to put socks or*shoes or underwear on but otherwise we were able to dress normally.
The young English bloke had on a turtleneck sweater and they would not permit him to wear a top as they*said the sweater would get in the way of the sword. He was the first to be sentenced so he would be the first to die.
Our hands were tied behind us and we could hear the crowd outside making huge noises. They were going through religious*services although I did not understand one word of them. Then we were lined up ready to go out into the square.
The door creaked open and men who started to march to the music surrounded us, and we could not*stop or we would be trampled by these heavy marching guards. I could see as we turned into the brightness (and after*being in a dark dungeon for a week had made our eyes unaccustomed to brightness) the image of the young English*bloke. He looked like he was terrified, but he wanted to appear strong.
He got to his block and his guards kneeled him down and forced his head onto the block. I had not watched the*others but now I turned my attention to Travis who was being thrown down to his knees and his head was being forced*to the ground.
It hurt when they thrust me to my knees. I felt my head being forced down too. I was able to look aside and*forward a bit. I could see the men move to our young English friend and since he had no shirt, they brought the sword down*immediately onto his neck. His handsome head went into the dust and his hunky body rolled off the block. It spurted blood violently from the neck*wound. He had told me he was only 22 but I had heard others say he was only 18. I will never know. As I was thinking*about his age, the next guy had lost his head. He was the older guy who was there for murder and I considered that to*be a bit more reasonable.
My mind quickly replayed my own life. I was disappointed to know that I would soon be dead. I would never feel my cum spray into a tight ass again. My life replayed in my mind, and I got hard thinking about all the guys I had sucked and fucked. .
Before I knew it the swordsmen’s shadow was upon me as they had come to Travis. I watched as they ripped away his shirt so they could get a clearer line of sword against his long neck. After watching so many guys lose their heads here I wasn’t surprised to see that Travis was completely aroused by our situation. His cock was obscenely hard and oozing precum as it tented his loose cotton pants. I watched as the swordsman gathered the fine golden hair in one hand, and then he leaned*back and lifted his sword. I could see Travis close his eyes and then I saw the start of the movement of the sword in slow motion.*I screamed. Travis opened his eyes and looked into mine just as the sword severed his neck. The relief and satisfaction in his eyes were the same as when he fucked me and climaxed. His head was*soon on a silver platter. His eyes studied the bulge in my crotch for the next thirty seconds. His death orgasm flooded his facial expression as Travis’s body convulsed and jerked off the block, blood gushing out of the gaping neck wound. His cock shot a massive final load.
Before they had a chance to straighten Travis’ body around they were upon me. I felt them pull my collar down*and I knew my head would go into the dirt any moment now. The end had come. My cock exploded as I replayed the sight of Travis’ head as it was cut from his perfect shoulders. I felt the swish of air and then the*brief coolness of the blade. Mostly I felt the greatness of my death orgasm.
If ghosts could tell tales then this would be mine.
I was sent to Saudi Arabia by my firm, which had won a huge contract to provide telecommunications technology to the country. I was to be there for a three-month period during which time I would not see Hilary*and the kids. I did not care about being away from my wife. She was not interested in me sexually. I know now that she used me to make her babies and to provide the kids a home. That’s OK I guess. I was more attracted to men anyway.*We barely ever had sex after Peter was born. I had a few male friends who I could count on for regular sex on the side. I looked to finding the male prostitutes in my new workplace. Where ever I traveled the hot boys were never hard to find. Being married and straight has advantages. Hot gay men work extra hard for cock when they know you are cheating.
The last day I was home was a Sunday. I was due to board the plane at 6 p.m., which meant being at the airport*by 4 p.m., and Hilary and the kids were going with me to the airport. We had a turkey for dinner at noon and then I played*with little Ryan, wrestling with him on the floor and read to Peter as he was too young to enjoy rough house physical*activity like Ryan yet. Hilary seemed to enjoy watching us play.
Well, we drove together to the airport and I went over things with Hilary one last time while both the kids fell asleep with the*motion of the car. I explained about our bank account, our safety deposit box, the power of attorney, and other things*that would need to be done while I was away. I also told her where my will was just in case. Saudi Arabia was fairly safe, but it was the middle east and unpredictable.
She listened intently to every detail and took notes. She seemed prepared to*take total responsibility of our family.
Well, the plane was right on time leaving, and I had gone through security quickly so I would not feel lonely or sad saying*good-bye. I tried to look happy and delighted with everything and tried to give them confidence that I would be back soon.*I knew that three months of freedom would pass quickly, too quickly. I would be back in the old rut before I knew it.
I was traveling with a guy named Travis who worked with me. He was about 25, and I was just 28.*He was totally cool for a computer geek. He wore his hair collar length. It was blonde and made him look more like a surfer than anything else. He was still in shape from his college swim team days and had a smooth tan complexion with deeply set blue eyes. He was the best-looking guy in the office, unmarried and*did not ever speak of dating, so on the long flight I started to ask him questions in return for some idle chat he asked me about my*family and how I was going to do without my wife etc. It turned out he was gay and I told him I was bi and preferred men to women for*sex too.
We would be living in the same building in the American quarter of town. I was*delighted at the prospect of fucking him. After having a late dinner we started to drift off to sleep on the plane. The cabin was dark. We were alone in our part of the first class cabin. Just before I fell asleep, while looking like I was dozing, I let my hand drop to Travis’s muscular thigh where I left*it. It didn’t take long before I felt the snake of his cock crawl down his pant*leg to where it touched my hand resting there. My fingers boldly gripped his shaft.
Taking my lead he pulled a blanket over each of us, and I boldly liberated his shaft from his pants. He was leaking precum like mad. I played with his foreskin and balls until I could tell he was close to cumming. The lights were dimmed for the movie, and everybody around us was fast asleep. I leaned over like I was trying to get something out of his bag on the floor and sucked his meat to the back of my throat. I barely got him moist when I felt his first bolt of sweet man cream hit the back of my throat. I didn’t waste a drop. I knew that this trip was going to be the best ever. He followed me into the lavatory. One of the male flight attendants saw us enter the tight space together, and he smiled at us knowing what was happening. I sat on the counter and let him pull my pants down. My boner bounced up and slapped his chin. I grabbed a handful of silky blonde hair and guided his pretty mouth to my pecker. He was an excellent cocksucker and drained my balls in no time. I went back to our seats and waited while Travis fucked the flight attendant. We landed 6 hours later.
Our first few days in Saudi Arabia were hectic and we were trying to get settled, get adjusted to the different*time zones, etc. we worked 14 hour days, and as much as we wanted to, we could not break away from our jobs to mess around.
By Saturday morning we were as horny as we could be. We had all day together so went for a walk in the old city. The streets were narrow, and the buildings seemed ancient. Suddenly the street we followed opened up into a square where a crowd was gathered. Just as we arrived we could hear the crowd cheer, as a man was lead by armed guards into the square, his hands were tightly bound*behind him. The crowd shifted and soon surrounded him and the guards. We stopped to see what would happen. The prisoner was young, tall and athletic, maybe a college student. He looked German or American, with a handsome head of blond hair cut short around the sides.
The guards ripped off his shirt and shoes and ordered him on his hands and feet to do pushups. A guard grabbed a handful of blonde hair and held his head as it dipped up and down. When he had done about fifty his chest and arms were pumped up to perfection, and they let him stop as he finished a rep. He was exhausted from his efforts and he paused on his hands and knees as the guard lovingly caressed his silky hair. Without a word, the guard sank his knife into the prisoner’s long graceful*neck. The handsome features of the prisoner grimmaced with pain as the knife twisted and severed the neck arteries and veins. The body became instantly tense and slumped to his right side as his racing heart pumped blood furiously from the neck gash. The guard held the handsome head by a clump of hair and bent the neck back to open up the wound and speed the blood flow that poured out onto the street. The crowd cheered as the chest furiously heaved up and down, trying to suck air through wheezing vocal cords. The blonde head still had life in his piercing blue bewildered eyes. He stared at Travis and me and tried desperately to tell us something, silently speaking, until his eyes glazed over and were still. The guard quickly sawed the head from the beautiful body and held it high as the crowd cheered.
We walked over to the body as the crowd dispersed. They straightened his torso. I was shocked to see the size of the erect penis tenting his thin cotton drawstring pants. The cum spot next to the cock head was unmistakable. The guards loaded him on a cart and wheeled him away with his head stuck between his sexy muscular legs.
Travis asked me if*I knew what that was all about but I had not heard anything about it before hand.
The next day we went to the office and while there we asked and they told us that the executions in Saudi Arabia*were conducted by beheading. The German was a tourist convicted of drug trafficking. His picture and crime were printed in the paper. They told us that most days we might see executions if we were by that square at noon.
I could not get out of my mind the way it had*occurred. This hot boy was walking one minute and the next his body was spewing blood without a head. His corpse was so perfect, big hard cock, tight jock muscles everywhere.
Travis and I found it totally sexually stimulating. We talked about it that night as we got ready for bed*and we started to play with each other. Travis tied my hands behind my back and marched me to the bed where he made*me kneel and then he fucked me raw. It had been a long time since I had been fucked and doing it bound like that was a real*turn-on.
Likewise, Travis seemed to relish being tied up. Every time I tied him up, his cock rose straight up in the air.*I made it sound like the real thing and even pulled his hair up so it would not get in the way of the sword. He loved it.
Travis and I worked for another three weeks, six days a week and then were given a four-day break.*We needed to explore again, and we planned our adventure to visit the execution square near noon so we might see more*beheadings. We were a little disappointed that there were no executions that day. But it turned out that the same square was the city’s prime location for the hooker trade.
Travis found a couple of working girls who wanted to pleasure us. He gave one some cash to suck my cock while he watched. We both came together on her face. Afterwards he asked them if there were any guys to have sex with for money. They told us*to come to the beheading tomorrow at 12 and explained that they would have some guys there with them*whom we could pay for play.
We arrived at 10 am, as we wanted to have a good view. We got right in the front row. At*precisely 12, they brought six young men out to the square. They all kneeled obediently. The first to go*looked like he might be an Arab teen, as did the next, but the other five were clearly from other countries. The executioner worked his way down the line. He chopped the necks of the Arabs and three fat Europeans letting the heads roll in the dirt. The last two were twins. They were barely 18, both blonde and attractive. The executioner paid special attention to these heads. He held each head himself with his left hand, and he chopped with his right. An assistant received the first brother and set his head on a platter. The last head was harvested and was spirited away, eyes still blinking.
We watched them gather the bodies. The girls found us and introduced us to a hot pair of Saudi guys. They took our money, and we followed them to*a hotel room on the square where all had fun. We fucked the boys raw. They boys were inexperienced and we could hear that, but they would be well paid. I thought about chopping my boy’s neck as I creamed his tight ass. I know Travis was thinking the same.
As we got dressed a knock came on the door and one of the*young men opened it to several armed Saudi police. They started to cry and started to point at us as they told a long horrible lie to the police, and the police let them go. We were arrested and taken to an ancient prison that was infested with*rats and left there for days. We were unable to talk to most the men BUT one prisoner spoke broken English and told us we would be going to court*tomorrow and would be able to get someone from our embassy to interpret for us. He looked at Travis’ pretty blonde hair and shook his head.
It turned out that someone from our embassy and someone from work came by and saw us. They talked to us*with all the rest of the guys able to listen. They told us that the sodomy charges against us were serious in a religious regime like*this and that we had no rights of appeal. Whatever happened they would probably pass the most*severe punishment permitted and the ambassador would have no legal options. I asked what the punishment might be and was told to wait and see.
In court the next morning, it turned out that there were pictures of us meeting these two young men, of us going*into their room and of us wantonly fucking them. The pictures were explicit and show our big pale American cocks ripping into tender bodies. They showed the faces of the boys as they fought the pain. They showed my and Travis’s faces as we shot hot cum into those tight teen butts. The camera even got a shot of cum dripping out each ass. The evidence and witnesses condemned us.*The case went on for about 5 minutes and then the judge ordered us to stand and immediately intoned in solemn*manner something in Arabic. Our translator stood just behind us translating, and it was not good news. We were to be*taken back to the same prison where we would be held for one week at which time we would be taken to the same*square where we had watched the beheadings and we would be beheaded ourselves.
Travis immediately broke into a rage. He literally lost it. I wanted to comfort him but could not because the*guards had hold of us. The judge commanded that he die first because of disorderly conduct. We were cuffed and marched out of the court and taken back to the jail where we were placed*into a cell with six others. They had all had sentences passed of death within the last day and it appeared we would all*be beheaded the same morning.
One of the guys was quite young from England and had been charged with smuggling heroin. He had chosen*to get off the plane en route to India so he could buy some smokes in the airport. He looked like he worked out a lot. It was hard to imagine him in the drug trading business. The others had murdered or had*committed adultery.
The guy from the embassy came and I asked him about using a phone to talk to Hilary and he told me that would*never be permitted in Saudi Arabia. I then asked him if he would phone her and tell her what was happening and tell her*I loved her. The embassy said that she had written to the presiding judge. She told him that she was tired of my infidelity, and she was counting on the Saudi court to give her the justice that she would never get in America. That explained why they let the kids get away. My wife had set us up!!! To make matters worse, the Saudi prisoner explained that the judge collected American pelts. He said Travis’s hair was so attractive that he would have been executed for jay walking!
I knew then that we were dead men. At least I still had Travis. Travis and I did not like fucking in front of all the other guys but we could not wait and would never have*another opportunity. The guys all watched and a couple of others decided to follow our lead. The young English bloke took*Travis’s tool into his mouth as I fucked Travis and I think Travis really liked him.
The embassy guy came back the night before we were to die and told us the Prime Minister had protested but*that so far no reprieve had come. He told me that Hilary was flying out to collect my death certificate later in the week.
We did not sleep that night. Travis and I fucked each other slowly. At about 4 they came and explained to us that they*would give us an enema and showers and then we could put on the clothes we had been arrested in. There were 8 of us*to die and we would die according to the order of sentence. It turned out Travis had been sentenced before me so I was*to watch as the others lost their heads while waiting to lose my own last.
As we were getting dressed, we were not permitted to put socks or*shoes or underwear on but otherwise we were able to dress normally.
The young English bloke had on a turtleneck sweater and they would not permit him to wear a top as they*said the sweater would get in the way of the sword. He was the first to be sentenced so he would be the first to die.
Our hands were tied behind us and we could hear the crowd outside making huge noises. They were going through religious*services although I did not understand one word of them. Then we were lined up ready to go out into the square.
The door creaked open and men who started to march to the music surrounded us, and we could not*stop or we would be trampled by these heavy marching guards. I could see as we turned into the brightness (and after*being in a dark dungeon for a week had made our eyes unaccustomed to brightness) the image of the young English*bloke. He looked like he was terrified, but he wanted to appear strong.
He got to his block and his guards kneeled him down and forced his head onto the block. I had not watched the*others but now I turned my attention to Travis who was being thrown down to his knees and his head was being forced*to the ground.
It hurt when they thrust me to my knees. I felt my head being forced down too. I was able to look aside and*forward a bit. I could see the men move to our young English friend and since he had no shirt, they brought the sword down*immediately onto his neck. His handsome head went into the dust and his hunky body rolled off the block. It spurted blood violently from the neck*wound. He had told me he was only 22 but I had heard others say he was only 18. I will never know. As I was thinking*about his age, the next guy had lost his head. He was the older guy who was there for murder and I considered that to*be a bit more reasonable.
My mind quickly replayed my own life. I was disappointed to know that I would soon be dead. I would never feel my cum spray into a tight ass again. My life replayed in my mind, and I got hard thinking about all the guys I had sucked and fucked. .
Before I knew it the swordsmen’s shadow was upon me as they had come to Travis. I watched as they ripped away his shirt so they could get a clearer line of sword against his long neck. After watching so many guys lose their heads here I wasn’t surprised to see that Travis was completely aroused by our situation. His cock was obscenely hard and oozing precum as it tented his loose cotton pants. I watched as the swordsman gathered the fine golden hair in one hand, and then he leaned*back and lifted his sword. I could see Travis close his eyes and then I saw the start of the movement of the sword in slow motion.*I screamed. Travis opened his eyes and looked into mine just as the sword severed his neck. The relief and satisfaction in his eyes were the same as when he fucked me and climaxed. His head was*soon on a silver platter. His eyes studied the bulge in my crotch for the next thirty seconds. His death orgasm flooded his facial expression as Travis’s body convulsed and jerked off the block, blood gushing out of the gaping neck wound. His cock shot a massive final load.
Before they had a chance to straighten Travis’ body around they were upon me. I felt them pull my collar down*and I knew my head would go into the dirt any moment now. The end had come. My cock exploded as I replayed the sight of Travis’ head as it was cut from his perfect shoulders. I felt the swish of air and then the*brief coolness of the blade. Mostly I felt the greatness of my death orgasm.
