A Routine Day (Almost)
This is the first story I ever wrote. I'm sorry about my bad english, it has become slightly rusty. Still, I hope you enjoy it. I'm thinking about expanding on the story.
The dressing room for the employees of the federal prison's death tract was buried deep in guts of the huge building complex. Like every other day one of the executioners opened unlocked his locker half an hour before his workday began and put his leather jacket on one of the wire hangers. Then he unbuttoned his black shirt and put it also on one of the hangers in the locker. The fox wore no undershirt and looked down on his rather large and plump belly, thinking that he used to be in much better shape. He also put his shoes inside the locker and also got rid of his jeans and his boxer shorts so that he stood naked in the dressing room. For a few seconds he enjoyed the feeling of the cool stream of air that emerged from the ventilation unit that was built into the windowless wall. After taking a deep breathe he grabbed between his leg with his right paw and put his testicles in comfortable position. He didn't want them to be clamped by the tight leather shorts he had to wear during his shift.
When he started his job a few years ago this happened to him on a few ocassions and made him feel very awkward. Also he had noticed rather early on that he really took some pleasure in performing his job, which made some extra space in his pants more or less a work requirement. As always it took him some effort to put the shorts on, luckily none of his colleagues was already in the dressing room to see this. He then proceeded to slip his hindpaws into his anti-grip shoes before he took his leather hood from the locker. The hood fit much more nicely on his head - the hoods for the executioners had been tailored especially for their heads, unlike the shorts. He closed the door of his locker and locked it shut by entering his personal code number on a little keypad that was mounted on its door. Then he got a cup of black coffee from the vending machine that was standing next to the door before he sat down on one of the benches.
According to the worksheet he had only to perform one execution this day, after that he finally would be able to do all the paperwork that had remained from the last few to days. Usually there had been more work for him in these days. They had recently changed some laws which assured him and his colleagues a steady flow of 'customers'. He took a sip from his coffee cup when his colleagues began to arrive at the dressing room. The first to arrive was Chuck, a huge and muscular bull. He greeted the fox saying "Mornin' Clyde." and started to change his clothes for work. He was not a fan of using many words and was responsible to perform the beheadings in the prison. His usual tool of choice was the axe. Chucks predecessor was more fond of the guillotine, but that guy went into retirement two years ago. Chuck secretly loved to show of his raw strength and when he was in a mood he proudly told his two colleagues at the cantina that he just had made an especially clean cut with his axe. The fox and his colleagues spent mostly spent their lunch breaks together. Even tough their job had gotten the status of an honourful occupation they were shunned by most of the other folks who worked in the prison.
While Clyde was reasoning about this fact Earl entered the dressing room. Earl was a rather skinny rat that was responsible for the executions with the electric chair. He greeted the others loudly and happily, like he always did. The bull mumbled another "Mornin'" towards Earl while Clyde waved just waved back at him. "Wow, you guys radiate the mood of death row prisoners.", he joked. He had made this lame joke many, many times in the past. Clyde was wondering when Chuck decided that he had heard it once to often. But Earl probably was in need of this kind of humour to be able to deal with his clientele. Chuck mostly had to deal with upper class criminals, Clyde mostly executed small time criminals and dissidents from time to time. But earl got all the serial murderers, rapists and psychopaths - surely the most difficult people the little team had to care about. And it was a fact that nobody of them wanted to be an executioner in the first place. They all found their way into this occupation when unemployment rates had skyrocketed almost as high as the crime rates. Their jobs had become very well paid and safe after the politicial circumstances in their country had changed so drastically.
While Earl and Chuck emptied their coffee cups the three shortly talked about the latest soccer results before they put their leather hoods on and went on to their work.
In the dressing room everything went as usual. But for a just seventeen year old bunny named Wade it should become a very unusual day; it was to be the last day of his life. The death candidates never were told about the date or time of their execution beforehand. He was now imprisoned for almost three months now and was waiting for the door of his cell to be opened one early morning so that he had walk his last walk. As always he had woken up very early and had cleaned his silky grey fur provisionally with some cold water from the tap in his cell. After that he put on his prison overall and sat down on his bunk bed to read in a novel he had lent from the prison's library. For him this was some kind of enjoyment; he always had wanted to read books, but the circumstances of his life had gotten him rid of any chance to follow this passion. His read was interrupted when the cell door was opened: Two of the prison guards entered the small cell. They were Larry, a fat german shepherd and Roy, an old and worn lookin stallion. They both were well known to the bunny as they were known to abuse their prisoners. They often put prisoners into isolation cells after they had commited petty crimes like stealing a slice of bread. Sometimes they would not let them out of isolation until they were starved or had died of thirst. Funnily they almost always spared Wade, maybe it was because he was the youngest prisoner in the block.
Larry was watching Wade while Roy produced a pair of handcuffs. "Morning' little guy, we have arranged a special appointment for you." Larry could not supress a loud and filthy laughter. A feeling of unknown horror blazed through the bunny's body, he felt like he had already lost the ability to breathe. The novel slid out of his paw and fell to the ground. Roy made a step forward and put the handcuff on Wade's right wrist. The steel felt cold like ice around it. Out of reflex he raised his other paw which was promptly also cuffed by the stallion. He did not try to defend himself, it was impossible for him. "Let's go.", Larry ordered him and hit him playfully on the head with his baton. Wade did as he was told, stood up and was led out of the cell buy the two guards. At the death row everything was rather quiet. It was was early in the morning and only a few of the inmates were already awake. The few of them who saw the trio walk down the hall did were to afraid to mock Wade or to wish him luck. This would have meant a nice and long beating by Larry and Roy - probably before breakfast.
The guards led Wade into a lift at the end of the long hallway. After Larry had pushed one of the buttons it began its trip downwards. The lift was really small, Wade had to push himself tight against the two big men. He took a deep breathe and sighed. When the door of the lift opened again another long hallway lay in front of the group. It was lit very brightly and was also kept very clean. The walls were painted in a greenish colour. He noticed that the colour was not crumbling from the wall like almost everywhere else in the prison. Even the floor looked freshly polished. Somehow it reminded Wade of the hallways he had seen in hospitals. He stood in the lift while marvelling at the hallway and promptly was roughly shoved from behind. While walking he looked down at the floor. There some coloured guidelines painted on it. He was wondering which colour they had to follow - it was the red one as it quickly turned out. Wade noticed that the whole hallway was very quiet, he only heard the humming noise of the ventilation units. Finally Larry opened the door at the end of the red line.
The young bunny had expected to find the means of his execution right behind the door, but the room looked more like some kind of dressing room. It contained two benches, a small shelf, a toilet bowl, a small sink and another door. An old analogue clock was ticking at the wall. The guards ordered Wade to sit down on one of the benches. Wade sat down while Roy and Larry took a seat next to him. They were waiting for a few minutes until it was just a few seconds until nine o'clock. Then the door from which they had entered the room opened again.
A rather chubby red fox - Wade guessed it was a fox from the colour of his fur and the way his tail looked, he could not see his face because it was covered by a black leather hood - entered the room. Besides the hood the fox was only wearing black shoes and a pair of leather shorts that were slightly too tight for the fox. He also carried a clipboard with him. The bunny put up his ears and was astonished how friendly the fox greeted Larry and Roy, he had rarely heard someone saying something nice since he was imprisoned. Larry and Roy tried to greet the fox in a friendly way too. But for those two guys this was an almost impossible feat. Finally the stallion hit Wade on the head for the final time. Then the guards stood up, Roy removed the handcuffs from Wade's wrists. Then they rushed out of the room.
Before the fox went on to further doings he locked door by entering a passcode on the keypad that was mounted to it. Wade heard a loud click when the lock shut itself. Now he turned around, crossed his arms and and inspected the bunny in front of him from top to bottom. Wade was scared of the fox but also somehow interested in him. He had not expected that his executioner would appear so medieval. "Good morning! I am your executioner for today, as you probably have guessed already." Wade had to gulp when he noticed the rather nonchalant way the fox was talking to him. For Clyde it was important to arrange his executions as relaxed as he could - of course this proved to be impossible at times. Because of this he never forced his clients to talk to him. Some of them just did not want to, others were so scared that the just could not. The bunny seemd to be rather obedient. Clyde looked at his clipboard. "So, your name is Wade?" - Of course the bunny's name was Wade but this was one of Clyde's ways to chill the prisoner down a litte. "Yes.", answered Wade.
"Well then, Wade. Firstly I ask you to fully strip yourself of your clothes, to fold them and to put them into rack in the corner. You can move freely in this room, but don't commit any stupidities ..." He just wanted to tell the bunny that they used especially gruesome and longlasting special execution methods for those who try to resist their executioner. But Wade just silently stood up, went to the rack and put his slippers in front of it. He hesitated a little to get out of his prison overall. He slowly pulled down the zipper before he realized that it was a little bit to late to feel ashamed. His chest was now visible to the fox who watched the bunny undress. Clyde noticed that he was rather keen on the young bunny. When Wade had let down his overall so far that his white sheath became visible to Clyde the fox felt that the tip of his penis was emerging from his sheath. Of course Clyde was playing this cool, it was not to unusual for him to get aroused by the sight of nude male. After Wade had finally gotten himself nude he folded his overall and put it on the rack, just as the fox asked him to. Clyde was still looking at Wade and thought aloud: "That boy ... he must be eighteen years at most ...". - "Seventeen." Wade turned around to face Clyde. "I am seventeen years old."
"I guessed very well then", the fox smirked under his hood. "I'm becoming eighteen in two months", Wade said thoughtlessly. "I don't think so Wade", Clyde answered even more thoughtlessly. The bunny sighed pitifully. "Sorry, I did not want to be cynical." Clyde was very serious about this, he felt really ashamed for a few seconds. "But now I have to ask you to use the toilet. Even if I'm disturbing your privacy. - It makes everything easier and more clean." Wade also followed this other without a grumble but had problems to perform any kind of business. Clyde turned away demonstratively to make it a little bit easier for the bunny. He kept thinking about the bunny's young age. "How is it possible that someone who is as young as you gets sent into my care?" - Clyde rarely got note of the reasons for the the death penalties he had to execute. They wanted to prevent that he develops to much empathy for his clients. Wade looked at Clyde: "I got into bad company when I was fourteen years old. We stole stuff from convience stores, that's when I got caught for the first time. When I was fifteen I was asked to carry some drugs to a different part of town. I stumbled into a policeman and all the stuff fell straight out of my pocket. This was my second strike. And now ..." The bunny had to fight his tears. "... now I wanted to go back to school but my friends coaxed me into robbing a convenience store one more time ..." "And that is when you got caught?", Clyde asked curiously. "The cops came quickly, we tried to rush out of the store but I tripped and hurt my ankle. My friends did not help me. They just ran away ... I was sent to court right away where the judge sentenced me to the gallows ..."
"It would have have been better for you to go to school, boy.", the fox mumbled to himself. Wade sighed again and wiped a tear from his eye. At least the talking had relaxed him so much that he was able to finish his business on the toilet. He cleaned himself and flushed the toilet. While the water was still running the fox walked towards him.
Clyde stood in front of Wade and crossed his arms again. The bunny noticed the striking smell that foxes radiate, that smell which somehow appeared threatening to bunnies. This feeling of threat did fit the situation well in which Wade found himself. The fox obviously did not try to hide his musk by using a deodarant like many other foxes did to conceal their natural smell.
Clyde pointed to the second door in the room. Wade began to walk towards it, while the fox followed him. When Wade hat almost reached the door, Clyde jumped a litte bit forward and opened the door.
Wade entered the new room and looked around. The most striking object in the room the gallow. The gallow was not made from steel as Wade had expected. It was an old fashioned wooden gallow like he had seen it in western films. There was a little control pad mounted on the gallow. Below the gallow was a round platform to stand on. He looked up and noticed that there was already a noose dangling from the wood. On the the wall there was a big lid and a little metal bar which hold a collection of various black ropes. Again he looked at the noose. The thought of feeling it around his neck send shivers of fear down his spine. After that sensation had left his body again he noticed that the tip of his cock had emerged from his sheath. The fox did not notice that but rather put both hands around the bunnies neck. "I just want to check how thick your neck is, do not worry. Seems that I have picked the right noose ..." Wade was shivering again. Clyde ordered him to get up on the platform and told him to face the door. Wade slowly climbed the platform, now Clyde noticed that Wade seemed to be slightly aroused. He took a deep breathe and got a whiff of the bunnies arousal. His cock suddenly plopped fully out of his sheath. He bit on his lip. He climbed the platform too and positioned himself behind the bunny. He wrapped his left arm around Wade's chest. He did this because the prisoners sometimess fell unconscious when he put the noose around their necks. When he hold them tight they did not fall down in such cases and he still was able to perform a quick execution. Wade sighed again. He used his free paw to gently put the noose around Wades neck. The bunny moaned loudly and let himself fall against the chest of the bigger fox. When the fox tightened the noose Wade unwillingly rubbed his butt against the fox' pants. Now he felt and smelled Clydes arousal. Clyde hold Wades chest more tightly and also wrapped his left arm around Wades belly, he still was slightly afraid that Wade might lose his consciousness. "Are you still able to stand?" he asked Wade. For Wade the whole situation was horrible, but the fox' embrace was the nicest and warmest form of contact he fehlt in very long time. "Please hold me a little longer ...", he pleaded and let his ears down. Clyde was a bit perplexed but hold Wade tight and caressed him gently. While stroking the bunnies fur he also intentionally touched his now fully errected penis from time to time. "I always try my best the calm down my 'customers'" the fox whispered in Wade's ear. Wade turned his head around as far as he could while wearing the noose. "I never felt a male inside me ...", Wade said quietly, he was not very hopeful that his executioner would fulfil this wish for him. "Please what?" "I know how inappropriate this is, but I never had the courage to ... And now its almost to late." Clyde secretly loved the route this conversation was heading along. He let Wade go and unbuttoned his pants. When he put his dick out of them the bunny's nose got filled with the strong smell of a horny male fox. "Oh my god ..."
Clyde rubbed the tip of his penis just under the bunnies fluffy tail and then placed it right onto the virgin butthole. He embraced Wade again and asked him if he really wanted this. "Yes!" The Bunny moaned loudly and the fox was embracing him so hard that he could not move his arms anymore. Wade felt the pre-cum drip from his penis while Clyde started to penetrate his rear. The fox wanted to act slowly and gently but ultimately was not able to resist the urge to rapidly shove his cock into the bunny's hole after he had just inserted his tip. At least he could resist to put his knot into Wade. For now. Wade was whimpering, hurt by the fox' boisterous behaviour. But after receiving a few thrusts he felt true enjoyment as the fox humped him. "Sorry, that I'm so savage. But you bunnies are made for getting fucked.", Clyde grumbled. They were now in a nice and wild rythm. Wade groaned hard at every thrust he received from the fox and desperately wanted to paw himself off, but he could not escape Clyde's firm grip. So he had to cope with the fact that he had to wait until the fox would give his cock some firm strokes. Or maybe he would get pushed over the edge just by getting fucked from the wild groaning predator behind him? The fox slowly went into a daze, all he felt was his throbbing cock inside the bunnies butt. His mind went almost blank.
Surprisingly Clyde suddenly stopped humping Wade. After just a few seconds Wade's hole had to endure even more pressure. He almost yelled with lust when the fox succeeded in putting his knot into him. It only took a few seconds until Clyde moaned very loudly. His penis spasmed in the bunnies hole and filled it up with his load. While orgasming Clyde lost the control over Wade's arms. Wade was quick to reach for his throbbing cock. But before he was able to touch himself, Clyde had come back to his senses and violently grabed his arms again. His penis wall still twitching, he had filled Clyde so well that some of his cum ran down between the bunnies legs. "Not now, boy. Just wait a few minutes more." - So they stood there until Clydes penis slowly slipped out Wade's rear.
"Promise me that you won't touch yourself! You will be very thankful if you won't". Wade nodded, even tough the noose around his neck was hindering him. The fox let go of him and wetted his paw with some of his cum from the bunnies dripping butt and from his cock. The he smeared the cum over Wades muzzle and nose. Wade's knees were trembling in excitement. The fox jumped from the platform and fetched two black ropes from the iron bar at the wall. He positioned himself behind Wade and ordered him to place his paws behind his back. Wade did as he was told. Clyde skillfully tied Wades arms together. He did the same to his legs. Now he stood in front of Wade and inspected the bunny again. Clyde really liked him, even after he orgasmed his errection had not gone away. "Well, boy. I fulfilled your wish. But we aren't finished yet!". The bunny stood on the platform in full arousal, the noose really looked good around his neck. "Thank you", he said.
The fox smirked and went on to the little electronic pad that was mounted the gallow. He pushed one of the buttons. The platform slowly lowered itself into the ground. Wade was groaning. When the bunny was just able to stand on his toetips Clyde stopped pushing the button. He looked into his eyes. "Try to enjoy it", he advised Wade. He let him stay this way for just a few seconds, then he pushed the button again. Wade lost the contact to ground and was hanging in the air. He felt proud about the fact how he endured this ordeal. His cock was twitching and pumping pre. The he ran out of air and started to fight for air. He tried to fidget around, but this was almost impossible for him as Clyde had tied his paws and legs. The fox watched the bunnies dance before he stepped towards hin and gripped his legs with his left paw. The bunny barely noticed this in his struggle for air. But all out of sudden he felt the fox' right paw touching his penis. Clyde petted Wade's cock gently before he gripped it firmly. He moved his paw up and down along the bunnies shaft that was had became wet and slippy from all the pre-cum he had produced by now. Wade unwillingly tensed his body, managing to groan "Don't stop!" towards the fox while gasping for air. Clyde willingly followed the bunnies dying wish, stroking the bunnies cock until the bunny squirted his cum in violent and thick bouts into the room. Then Wades body relaxed and he moaned once more. Then relaxation turned into limpness. The executioner had done his job. Clyde still gripped the bunny's penis and regretted that the poor boy had to find his end at such a young age. He put the hood from his head and licked a bit of cum from Wades still errected cock. He tasted very good. Then sunk his nose into the rabbits fur and took a deep sniff. He wanted to remember his fragrance. Then he put his hood back on.
As it should be, he waited for ten minutes to be sure that his client really was dead. Then he took Wades body from the gally and dragged it to the lid that was looming at the wall. Behind it was a chute that transported the bodied of the dead inmates down to the crematorium. He places the bunny on the chute and petted his before he led him slide down into the darkness. Luckily he had marked his butt and muzzle with his semen and musk. This prevented the two hyenas who worked in the crematorium to abuse Wades body. They really did not like Clyde's smell.
Clyde spent the rest of his workday doing paperwork. The last days had been rather exhausting for him and after all the execution he had lacked the spirit to the paperwork. His colleagues seemingly had more work to do, they did not appear at the cafeteria. He finally met them back at the dressing room. Chuck had to take an extensive shower - unfortunately he had botched the last cut of the day and was covered in blood. Earl said that his day had been very electrifying. "Get it?", he laughed. Clyde only slightly disapproved this joke. Then he put on his leather jacket and went on his way home. The next day surely would be more busy than today.