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Counterfeiting
Another execution story, and one I really enjoyed writing.
It’s been two years now since the Great Crash. A single super-virus that spread to every computer on the planet via the internet. The entire world economy, then completely digital, collapsed in a femtosecond. The world devolved into the dark ages. Slowly, the computer systems were purged of the menace, and society began to recover. It was decided then that financial matters could never again be done electronically. The ancient system of physical money was revived. Little metal discs began to circulate (They said they were once called “coins”). Along with the return of money came a return of another practice of ages past. On both sides of every coin, the phrase, “To counterfeit is death” was prominently written.
Two weeks ago, someone was convicted of making fake coins and using then in local stores. Today, he is going to be hanged in the public square. I got dressed early, and headed to the execution site. I don’t know why. This man never harmed me directly, but I feel some need to see him die. Traffic has been diverted from the square, and a large scaffolding has been built. There is a thick rope tied to the beam. A couple police officers are guarding the structure. There are some people already there, but I still found a place right next to the cordon. I wondered what it would be like, to see someone hang. Truthfully, while I’ve known many people who have died, I was not present at the moment of death. And even then, they died of disease, age, or accident. This man is being deliberately killed for his crimes. That is very different. I heard an odd sound approaching. There was a horse-drawn cart coming towards the square. While cars were returned to the roads, prisoners are still to be brought to the execution sites in this way. When it drew close enough, I could see the prisoner. He looked young. I think they said he was 22 years old. He was naked, except for what looked like white briefs. His wrists were bound behind his back. There was a sign attached to the front of the cart that said, “To counterfeit is death.” As it pulled in front of the scaffold, the police officers took him by the shoulders and got him out of the cart. He was turned to face the people who had come to see the execution.
“This is a counterfeiter. He has threatened the security of the world’s money, and therefore the safety of the world itself. Such a crime can only merit one punishment. Counterfeiter, do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?” "I did what was necessary. Your precious financial security is an illusion and a joke. You can kill me, but there are hundreds of others you’ll never catch.“ The guards took the prisoner up several steps to the platform of the scaffold. A masked man approached, and pulled a hood over the counterfeiter’s head. The loop of the rope was put over his head, and pulled tight. For some reason, this has made me erect. The masked man pulled a lever, and the front of the platform dropped down. The counterfeiter fell a few centimeters before the rope became taut. His bare feet began to kick. He pulled at his bound wrists. That is when I noticed his briefs. He was as hard as I was. I wondered how this could be. He’s dying.
After a short while, his hips began to thrust, like a man having sex. I saw a wet spot in his briefs. "Could he have ejaculated?”, I wondered. He struggled much less after that. I was focused on the dying counterfeiter much more than I thought I would be. I noted how he was mostly still. I thought he was dead, but then his foot twitched. This continued until he had been hanging for about seven minutes. Then he suddenly was limp. He urinated, and it ran down his bare legs. The masked man pressed a stethoscope to the prisoner’s chest, then made a gesture. The guard who made the initial announcement said, “The counterfeiter is dead. The sentence of the court is carried out.” I hurried home, needing desperately to masturbate. As I looked around, I realized that many of the men present had obvious erections like mine. Later that day, when the evening news arrived, I read the article about the hanging, and how after he was declared dead, his body was incinerated, I felt my cock rising again, and hoped that another counterfeiter would be caught soon.
Taking advantage of some time alone.
Digital Death
I've been ignoring this blog too long. Here's something to get things going again.
The boy knew what the consequences would be. His Master walked in and found him sucking off some guy he met on Grindr. Now, he was naked and handcuffed. His Master was tying an eight-turn noose in the rope he was holding. He threw it over a ceiling beam and tied it off over a short stool. He commanded the boy to come to him. He didn't dare disobey now.
The Master steadied him as he took his place on the stool. There was no emotion on his face as he lowered the noose onto the boy's neck. No opportunity for last words before he pulled it tight behind his left ear. It was time for him to die. He felt his only support topple and roll away as the Master gave it a firm kick.
He felt the rope immediately tighten. Throbbing pain radiated from his neck. His legs went looking for something, anything, to stand on. He pulled at his cuffed wrists until they began to bleed. His lungs were burning as the last air in them was expended. All the while, he could see his Master staring at him. Then, he felt his cock growing. His oxygen-deprived mind couldn't understand why he was getting hard while he was being killed. His hips thrust, and he felt warm cum running down his legs. It was the last thing he felt before blacking out.
Now, his body only weakly twitched on the end of the rope. His eyes lost focus and became glassy. His face was discolored, and his attempts at breathing had ended. Six minutes and twenty-eight seconds after his Master kicked the stool, the boy's feet quivered for the last time. He pissed and shitted on the floor beneath him, and became one with the darkness.
Then, the boy felt himself floating back to his body. It was getting warmer, and he could hear his heart beating again. Then his eyes flung open. He was drenched in sweat, as his Master was removing the wires from his scalp. He suddenly felt the desperate need to vomit. "Permission to use the bathroom, Sir?"
"Granted."
The boy ran for the toilet. There was the sound of retching, flushing, and the water as the boy cleaned his face. He returned, and resumed his kneeling position.
The Master adminished him, "If you ever suck off another guy without my consent again, it might not be a simulation next time."
The boy nodded. "Yes Sir! I understand Sir." He was both shaken by the experience he just underwent, and thankful that his Master had given him a second chance to do better.
"Go take a shower, boy. Take a full hour to recover. As you have discovered, being virtually executed is a very heady experience. Then you are to report to my chamber. My cock will be waiting for service."
"Yes Sir!"
soldier is hanged
"breathing hard or hardly breathing?" i tease as you thrash and hyperventilate inside the plastic bag i have ziptied over your head
such a nerve...
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