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HANGING STORY
The day had finally arrived. I could not believe it. Soon it
would be over. I squirmed around on the mattress unable to
stop moving. The sheet was wet from my sweat and my nerves
were shot. I was excited though and could not stop the near
constant erections, which started when I had arrived here.
My approaching end filled me with fear and sexual
excitement.
I lay on the cot and tried to relax. The pleasure of the
dream I had been having lingered in my mind and was part of
the reason for my erection. The guy in my dream was
gorgeous. He was built like a rock, very tall, and had
appeared from nowhere as happens in dreams. A stud dressed
in a slick uniform of tight black leather pants with a huge
bulging crotch. He was wearing a black hood and had highly
polished black boots. He was my executioner and he started
to caress my naked body everywhere. I had dropped to my
knees as I ached to lick his boots and beg that he not hang
me, craved to release the throbbing bulge from his pants,
and take his meat down my throat. I wanted to give him
pleasure in return for my life.
My tongue ran up the leather shaft of his right boot and
then moved up to his crotch. The deep smell of leather mixed
with the heat of his manhood filling my nostrils with an
intoxicating aroma. I straightened my back and moved my
waist forward so that my hard cock head was between his
legs. I touched my tongue to his hard abs and then the
stud’s hands closed around my throat and squeezed hard. He
held my head into his stomach. I tried to pull back as I
could not breathe. I struggled and felt my cock now rock
hard press between his leather boots as he moved his legs
closer together in front of me. Intense pleasure radiated up
from my loins and I could feel pre-cum oozing from my piss
slit. My head tilted back a little under the pressure of his
strangle hold. I looked up as I felt a dizzy rush of
euphoria and then panic. I could not breathe and then what I
saw stunned me. I could see his eyes through holes in the
hood and they drilled into me with a look of pleasure. He
was not going to give me a reprieve. I awakened then,
breathing hard and covered in sweat. My cock was dripping
pre-cum. I was scared, but excited. The eyes of the stud
reminded me of a man I had once been with. I dreamed of him
often.
I sat up and put my bare feet on the cold concrete floor.
The sun was just rising and light was beginning to shine
into the window in the room just beyond the bars of my
prison cell. I stood up, my naked body sore from being
cramped in this cell for days. I walked to the toilet and
relieved myself. My penis stayed semi-hard as I pissed into
the bowl with force.
I pulled on my orange prison overalls and secured the velcro
tabs up the front. My penis began to harden again as it
rubbed against the coarse uniform fabric. My white socks and
black leather prison work boots were under the cot and I
retrieved them. I put on the boots and slowly laced them.
The leather was worn and scuffed and I liked the supple feel
and rubbed my hands on them after I tied the laces.
I looked around the cell. It had been my world for the last
five days. My last five days. The bare gray concrete of the
walls and the dark gray steel bars made it a harsh and
sterile place. The lighting came from bare bulbs on the high
ceiling. This cell was smaller than the one I had been in
before. It was called the death watch cell.
It was quiet. The cell that I was in formed the back of a
rectangular room. The room was fairly long. There were no
furnishings and it contained a small window through which
the morning light was beginning to shine. At the opposite
end of the room from the cell were a steel door and another
window. The window was reflective glass and I knew that a
guard was watching me through the window from the opposite
side.
I could see myself in the mirrored glass. I was thin and
hard. The orange overalls were a cut a little too short in
the legs for my medium height. They were also too tight on
me and it accentuated my muscles. I read the lettering
stenciled on the chest of my overalls, the letters in
reverse in the mirror. The words on the right read Carmenio,
Anthony Vincent and on the left side read DR-784-360. My
name and my prison number with the DR designation. The DR
stood for death row. The numbers meant nothing to me, but
must have been important for the prison records.
My longish brown hair was a fright to see. A day’s growth of
stubble was visible on my face. Normally, the guards would
always keep my hair cut high and tight and my face shaved,
but for the last month they had not touched my hair and only
shaved my face every couple of days.
I looked tired. I felt tired too and old. Thirty years old,
but feeling a hundred years old and knowing I would not grow
any older. Other than the tired look, I knew that I still
looked good even though I had suffered in prison for nearly
a year. It seemed like just yesterday that I had arrived. I
knew my physique was still good as I had exercised in the
prison gym and in the outdoor pen for an hour nearly
everyday. I ran my hands over my overalls and felt my
muscles. Tight, but I had become thinner since the food was
so awful and the portions small. A condemned man was not fed
well.
I would hang this morning. Hang by the neck until dead. How
had I come to be in this situation? I reflected on the past
year and the time before I had been condemned. It was a year
and a half ago when it all began, the events that brought me
here.
I returned to my bunk and pulled my penis out through the
velcro tabs on my overalls and began to stroke myself. I
closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift back to the
beginning. The faces of the people I had encountered: Ethan,
Darrick, Sergeant Taylor, Jonathan, Corporal Santiago, and
Tristan. Their beautiful faces formed in my mind and I
drifted back.
The Beginning
Eighteen months ago, I was tough and hard. I had been
banging around the country, picking up guys, drinking, and
taking work wherever I could. I carried my few belongings in
my car. I had just enough to get by. I had the all clothes I
needed and probably too many, some personal items, my free
weights, and even some camping gear for when I really needed
to stay outside due to lack of funds for a hotel room or
cheap apartment. Mostly I just tricked from place to place.
It was not hard to find work since many people were engaged
with government services in the military or the new civilian
policing force. The country had turned harsh and far too
conservative for people like me. Nearly every able man was
engaged in fighting the war and pushing the conservative
cause.
I was often questioned as to why I was not serving in the
military since I was in my early twenties. The mandatory
requirements were hard to get around and I usually made a
lame excuse that I had medical problems. The answer was met
with stares of disbelief. People would see my well toned
body and there would sometimes be a knowing look in their
eyes. I did not dare tell them I was gay, but they likely
suspected.
My looks were not conservative since I sported big gold
pirate earrings and longish brown hair. Given how far right
and fanatic the government had turned and the new laws that
made homosexuals second class citizens, I had to stay low
key. People conformed and dressed conservatively, kept their
hair short or buzzed tight, and rarely wore jewelry.
Clothing and styles that the government did not approve of
had disappeared. Nearly everyone wore dark suits and dressed
conservatively with a minimum of accessories.
I did find that I was turned on by men in uniforms with high
and tight hair cuts, but did not think the look was for me.
I wore my tight jeans, white t-shirt, black engineer’s
boots, and black leather jacket nearly everywhere I
traveled. I liked the look. It was comfortable for when I
was banging around and it sent a sign that I was defiant. It
also signaled to other gay guys what I was about. It worked
for sex, but I had to be careful and found that law
enforcement types were quick to question me with suspicion.
I think most people did not support the government, but were
too afraid to say anything. The government used the fear of
terrorism and the law to drive home their religious and
right wing fanaticism. Gays were not allowed to serve in the
military and were often persecuted and discriminated against
with the government’s support. The laws on crime had been
made even tougher. The courts had been stacked with judges
who felt that justice was to be swift and the rights of the
accused were to be addressed by a quick trial and
punishment. If you were guilty, then you deserved to have
the right to be punished. Forget about the right to fair
representation and appeal. The result of course was that too
many innocent people were being punished.
The death penalty was now at the forefront as a way to rid
society of undesirable people. It was being used frequently.
States, with the blessing of the courts and the government
had passed laws to apply capital punishment to an expanded
list of crimes. Besides murder other crimes including sex
crimes, drug crimes, and other violent crimes were
punishable by death. Some states had changed the method of
execution to fit what the conservatives felt was a more
fitting way to punish a criminal. Hanging and the use of the
electric chair had returned. The government now ran many
prisons. They served as training grounds for soldiers. Rumor
had it that sometimes inmates were used in the training with
deadly results.
I had not paid much attention to any of the changes, but
often felt aroused when I did hear about executions in the
news. I stayed low. When I needed to get some work and
wanted to stay in one location for a bit, I would find a
job. I even took cash for sex. I usually took office work in
the day and would cruise at nights in bars. I even dealt
some drugs and would occasionally lift items from a store. I
would sweet talk my way into a job using a little artistic
license in describing my experience. I of course would have
my hair trimmed and dressed in one of a couple of suits I
owned when I went for the office job interviews. I liked
dressing up and would even dress with a little edge when
going to interviews.
Given that many men were engaged in military work, women
were often running the offices, and I would look for offices
where I could charm them to get work. They liked my looks
and I am sure if they knew I was gay, some would have been
angry about my subtle hints of sexual interest. Most times I
think the woman would know and felt some identification with
me. I of course had to be careful and sometimes was fooled
by a woman who turned out to see me for what I was and if
they were a conservative type, then I hightailed away from
the place.
I used two different identification cards to get around too.
The government wanted to track everyone, but there was a
huge underground market for illegal ids. The ids now carried
a genetic code and underground labs were able to copy the
encoded DNA data just as easily as the government. People
wanted the ids since many still wanted to frequent events
that the government did not approve of, but had not yet made
illegal. They also liked to buy products that were not
considered appropriate such as porn. The extra id was useful
to conceal those activities. The id recorded everything. The
“official id” would be clean. It would show activities that
were sanctioned by the government and it would be used for
jobs and official business. The other ids were used for
everything else.
There was corruption in the government since with so many
illegal ids circulating; the government must have known that
there were not really as many people in the country as id
records indicated. A check of matching DNA in two different
ids told them that duplicates existed. The government used
“extra ids” too to conduct covert activities. They would
watch people and do so without oversight. The underground
served everyone.
Ethan
I had been on the road for a few months and decided I needed
cash. It was time for my next job. I rolled into a big
suburban town and scoped out work. It was the job at the
office that started the trouble. I got an interview and the
man that interviewed me was clearly straight. He really did
not look at me at all and seemed most interested in finding
someone that could just do basic office work. I was hired.
It was a bit disappointing since I had gotten my hair
trimmed and had put on a slim light gray suit with thin
pinstripes, a crisp white shirt, thin black tie, bright red
breast pocket hanky perfectly folded, and racy slim black
leather cap-toed oxfords. I thought I looked hot in my
dress, but the man did not notice my apparel.
The cute office boy that I was assigned to work next to did
notice me. He seemed genuinely glad to have another young
guy around. I noticed that no one else in the office talked
to him. Other people seemed to shun him.
He was short and very well built, almost bull like. His
blonde hair was styled in a flat top crew cut. His name was
Ethan and he did not appear to be more than twenty-five
years old. He smiled at me with a mouth full of glistening
white teeth. He looked quite sharp in his navy blue pin
stripe suit and black moc-toed oxfords. His clothes made him
look more than the man his sharp boyish features allowed.
There was sadness in his pretty blue eyes though.
We introduced ourselves and my gaydar registered his
orientation. We did not talk much, but after a few days
Ethan approached me. It was a Friday afternoon and he was
dressed casually for work in tight black trousers that
hugged his legs and hips and accentuated his beautiful ass.
The shirt he wore was also very tight and of a gray silk
material. His muscled chest and arms were very visible
bulging through the fabric. His footwear, a pair of highly
polished black leather dress boots that zipped up past his
ankle finished off his sexy sharp looks. I was wearing a
suit as I felt I was still too new in the office to observe
the casual dress policy on Fridays.
“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight,” Ethan asked
as he approached me with a smile?
“Yes, I would. I do not know many people around here yet and
it would be nice to have some company,” I replied. I was not
being completely honest as I had already turned a couple of
tricks during my evenings and nights out.
I followed him my car to his house. Dinner was pleasant and
the food was good, but I was more interested in him. We sat
in the living room after dinner having cocktails. Ethan told
me where he was from and about the town. I related some of
my travels. After a while our conversation fell off and his
face took on a sad look. I asked him if something was wrong
as I was hoping to get some action. The story he told me was
stunning. It just pored out of him as if he had kept it pent
up for a long time.
“My boyfriend Darrick is in prison. He is going to be
executed in the electric chair in a couple of weeks. Darrick
used to buy drugs for our friends and me. About a year ago
he got caught in the middle of a turf war between two
dealers. He was buying some drugs from one dealer when the
other dealer confronted them. A fight broke out and in the
ensuing struggle; the dealer who confronted them pulled a
gun. Darrick wrestled the gun away from the dealer and shot
him dead when he pulled a knife and plunged it toward him.
The police arrived just as the shooting occurred. Darrick
ran. The police shot and killed the other dealer and then
chased Darrick. They caught him. His prints were on the gun
and they also claimed he was dealing drugs too. He was put
on trial and convicted of drug dealing and murder. He was
sentenced to death. It has all been so fast. His appeals
were dismissed with little notice. I am afraid yet also
confused about all that has happened.”
Ethan had blurted this out with great emotion and now
slumped on the couch opposite from the chair I was sitting
in and began sobbing. I sat stunned and now knew why he
always looked so sad. I had been aroused before Ethan began
telling the story and now felt a little guilty, but my cock
was still hard and I had a strange feeling.
I moved over to Ethan and sat close to him. I pulled him
toward me and placed his head against my chest. He continued
to sob quietly.
After a while he quietly began talking. I heard him say, “I
feel so alone. Everyone in the office avoids me because of
what happened to Darrick. They wanted to fire me, but I
pleaded to keep my job and they told me I could stay, but if
I ever got out of line, then they would fire me.”
I whispered into his ear, “I am sorry.”
He continued, “I was afraid that the police would come after
me, but they never did. They searched Darrick’s apartment
and questioned me, but never came to search my house. Our
friends were all afraid too and they have stayed away from
me. I think they believe that the police are watching me
now. I do not think that they are.”
He was quiet again and then I felt his hand touch my
semi-hard crotch. He lifted his head off my chest and looked
at me. His eyes were still wet with tears, but had a curious
look in them. “You are aroused. Do you like me?”
I stumbled for words and felt a little foolish at what I
said. “I think you are beautiful and very sexy. I did not
know you had a boyfriend and I am sorry to hear all this. I
do not mean to be excited given how upset you are, but I
cannot help it. I thought when you asked me for dinner, that
you were interested in me. I should really leave and……..”
Ethan smiled as I spoke and placed his fingers on my lips
cutting off my words. He then gently kissed me on the lips.
I felt his tongue probe into my mouth and my cock throbbed
ever harder. I pressed my lips tight against his and let my
tongue probe deeply into his mouth. As our tongues played,
Ethan hands quickly undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. He
pulled back from my mouth and began working his tongue down
my neck and to my chest. I heard a little chuckle as he
discovered the rings piercing my nipples. He tugged at them
with his teeth and the slight pain he caused sent me
rocketing as pleasure radiated through my body. My cock
wanted to explode and I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak
from my piss hole into my bikini briefs.
Ethan soon followed my thin hair line down past my abs and
he twirled his tongue around my belly button before reaching
my trousers. I was in ecstasy. He quickly had my belt
unbuckled and my trousers unzipped. Before he could go
further though, I jumped up and began tearing off my
clothes. Ethan did the same with his clothes.
I stared at Ethan’s beautiful body, his muscles were hard
and he was completely shaved. I usually liked to have guys
with lots of hair, but the curves and bulges of Ethan’s
muscles deserved to be fully exposed. I grabbed Ethan and
pulled him to me. He laughed as I dropped to my knees and
began lapping at his balls. His hard adequate dick bounced
on my forehead as I sucked away. I soon had his dick in my
mouth and working up and down my throat. I sucked until he
shook and was near exploding. He pulled back and dropped to
his knees and pushed me on my back. I arched my back and
yelled out as he took my dick and balls into his mouth.
He swallowed my entire shaft and brought me to the verge of
an orgasm. He pulled back and licked my balls keeping me at
the edge of total pleasure and then plunged my shaft back
down his throat repeatedly until I could no longer control
myself. I yelled and he pulled back just as cum exploded
from my engorged penis. I shot my load on his face and
chest. Ethan smiled and then pushed my head down to his
crotch and I began to return the favor to him. Later we both
lay spent on his bed in the upstairs bedroom wrapped in each
others arms and legs, sweaty and sticky and feeling content.
I awoke in the morning and found myself with a strong
erection. Ethan had his back to me and my penis was pressing
against him just above his ass. I wiggled myself down a
little and let my cock head probe his ass. Ethan awoke
sensing my probing and began to flex his ass muscles
clenching my cock head with each contraction. It was not
long before I could not control myself and I pulled Ethan
tight to me and began pushing hard into his ass. I fucked
him and he moaned in pleasure. I reached climax in a
shuddering spasm as I pumped my man juice into him and he
held me in until I was spent. I drifted back to sleep.
A Hanging Game
When I awoke, Ethan was not in bed. I could hear him moving
around downstairs and could smell coffee brewing. As I lay
in bed, I noticed a number of DVD’s on a shelf along the
wall. I got up and went to the shelf and looked at them.
They were labeled with various titles and one caught my eye.
It was labeled “Darrick Hangs Ethan.” I felt my cock twitch
and immediately wanted to see the content of the DVD. There
was a TV with DVD player in the bedroom and I turned it on
and popped the DVD into the player’s tray.
The DVD started and opened with a scene of what appeared to
be a basement. Possibly it was the basement to this house.
Ethan was in the picture and mostly naked except he was
wearing a pair of black leather chaps, black boots, and set
of a harness straps on his chest. He was standing with his
hands on his head. A man appeared from off screen and came
up to Ethan. He was tall with thick jet black hair, hairy
legs and chest, and nicely tanned skin. He was quite tall
and very thin, but had well developed muscles. He was
wearing very tight blue jeans, tan leather cowboy boots, and
a red bandana around his neck. He appeared to be younger
than Ethan.
I thought that the man must be Darrick. He knelt down in
front of Ethan and began sucking on Ethan’s cock. He did so
for a few minutes and Ethan moaned in pleasure, but kept his
hands on his head. Darrick stood up and moved behind Ethan.
He being much taller, I could see his head, neck, and
shoulders above Ethan’s head.
Darrick took hold of Ethan’s hand and pulled them behind
Ethan’s back. I could not see what he did, but he appeared
to be fastening something to Ethans’ wrists. Ethan just
stood there with his cock at full mast and dripping pre-cum.
Darrick pulled a noose down from the ceiling beam over
Ethan’s head. I had not noticed the noose before. I felt my
cock spring to life and a strange anxious quiver went
through my entire body. The noose was coiled with several
loops.
Ethan did not move as Darrick pulled the noose over his head
and cinched the knot against Ethan’s neck and just to the
left of his chin. He then began to pull the slack from the
rope and slowly began to lift Ethan up off the floor by
walking away holding the rope tight. Ethan rose on his toes
and his face began to redden as his weight pulled the noose
tighter around his neck. He stayed up on his toes as Darrick
tied the rope off on a hook in the nearby wall. He then
walked back to Ethan. Darrick quickly unbuttoned his jeans
and pulled out his cock, which was very large and hard and
throbbing. Darrick pushed his cock into Ethan’s ass and
began to fuck him.
I could hear Darrick’s voice and he said, “I am fucking you
hard boy, so hard as you hang and dance for me.” He then
grunted in pleasure as he pushed deeper into Ethan in
rhythmic thrusts and his eyes took on a devilish look.
I was stroking myself as I watched the scene. I found myself
stroking in rhythm to Darrick’s fucking. Ethan’s cock was
standing nearly vertical and dripping large quantities of
cum, but he had not reached orgasm yet. His face was very
red and his eyes were bulging. He appeared to be able to
catch an occasional breath as Darrick had his arms around
Ethan’s torso and the combination of his thrusting cock and
arms holding Ethan took some weight off of Ethan’s neck.
The scene went on for several minutes until Ethan began to
thrash and appeared to be losing consciousness. His cock
waved wildly and then shot load after load high into the air
arcing out down to the floor. Darrick reached climax nearly
at the same time pumping his man juice into Ethan. He pulled
out and untied the rope from the column and let Ethan down.
Ethan collapsed on the floor. His chest heaving as he
struggled to take in large gulps of air.
Darrick moved to Ethan and held his head in his lap until
Ethan was breathing a little more normally. Eventually Ethan
recovered enough and they kissed each other before moving
off screen. The DVD ended.
I was so hard and could not control myself as I stroked hard
on my penis and then shot my load nearly hitting the TV
screen. I was amazed at how exciting the scene was and how
it had aroused me so. I knew I would get aroused by
execution scenes, but had never fully appreciated the effect
that watching a hanging would have on me.
I heard Ethan coming up the stairs and pulled the DVD out of
the player, shut the power, and hopped back into bed. Ethan
came in and said, “Breakfast is ready and I am sure you must
be hungry. Come have something to eat.” We went downstairs
and I wondered if he would find my cum dried on the wall
behind the TV. I do not know if he ever did. We spent the
rest of the day enjoying each other’s company.
Over the next couple of weeks, I continued to see Ethan. We
would get together after work and fuck. It was good. I began
to think that maybe I would stay around this town for longer
than the usual couple of months. It was pleasant, but I
still itched to get out and screw other men and trick a
little for cash.
I kept having strange dreams. I would dream that Ethan was
hanging and then I would be hanging. Darrick would appear in
the dreams as the hangman. I would awake with a raging hard
on and would have to quickly shoot my load for relief.
One evening, Ethan asked me if I would attend Darrick’s
execution. Darrick was allowed two witnesses. Darrick had no
family that he was in contact with and that he, Ethan was
really the only person that Darrick knew outside of the
prison. I at first wanted to say no, but could not resist
Ethan’s pleading look. I consented and with a mix of fear
and excitement began marking the time until the execution a
little over a week away.
A couple of days before the execution, I arrived at Ethan’s
house. Ethan was wrapping a large box for mailing.
“What is in the box,” I asked?
“It is Darrick’s suit and shoes. The best clothes he owns.”
Darrick’s lawyer called yesterday and told me that Darrick
wanted to die in nice clothes. He asked me to send these to
the prison. If I did not send them, then Darrick would be
executed in his prison uniform. The prison will bury Darrick
in whatever he is wearing when they kill him.”
Ethan finished wrapping the box and said, “I guess I should
be upset, but in a way I want this to be over and Darrick to
be gone. Maybe he was not the best for me and I need to move
on with my life. I started throwing some of Darrick’s
possessions away. I had some of his things in boxes in the
basement. After he was convicted I went to his apartment. It
was a mess from the police having searched it, but I was
able to get his clothes and other items.
I pulled Ethan close to me and began kissing him. Before
long we were on the floor. I found myself putting my hands
around Ethan’s neck as I fucked him from behind. Ethan
gagged as I thrust my dick deep into his ass and squeezed
his neck.
I shot my load into him and then slumped to the floor
exhausted. Ethan sat on my chest, his face red and his cock
slapping me in the face. He then grabbed onto my neck and
began to strangle me really hard. I at first found it
exciting and my cock quickly rose to attention, but soon I
was losing control and could not breathe. There was a very
evil look in Ethan’s eyes and his cock was dripping pre-cum
onto my face. I struggled, but Ethan’s bull muscles held me
down and his legs clamped around my chest squeezing tight. I
began to panic, my hands pulling against his arms in an
attempt to get him to relax his grip. I was fading and
blackness was beginning to creep into my vision.
Ethan let go and rolled off me laughing with an evil edge in
his voice. I lay on the floor coughing and gagging. My body
was feeling numb from the lack of oxygen, but my cock was
still hard and dripping.
“How do you like that,” Ethan asked still laughing?
I cursed him and said, “Why did you strangle me like that?”
I thought I was going to pass out.”
“You were choking me and seemed to enjoy it, so I thought I
would return the favor,” he said.
“I did not choke you as hard as you choked me and I did it
only because I thought it would make you harder, which it
did.”
Ethan said, “And I returned the favor. You know that Darrick
liked to hang me and I him. It is strange that he is going
to be executed in the electric chair. He probably would
prefer being hanged.”
Ethan then helped me up and we went upstairs to fuck some
more. Later, I admitted to having seen the hanging DVD and
being aroused by it, but left out the part about shooting my
load on the wall.
Ethan told me that he liked being hanged and in a way feels
a little aroused about Darrick’s upcoming execution, but
also very upset because Darrick is really going to die. It
will not be like the sexual play hanging that they did in
the past.
Darrick’s Execution
Darrick’s execution day arrived. I was filled with a mixture
of fear and excitement as we drove to the prison. I kept
shifting in the car seat as my cock kept rising and falling
in my suit trousers. I did not want Ethan to see my
excitement.
Ethan said nothing for most of the drive. We had both
dressed in dark suits as if we were attending a funeral. I
thought that somehow it was unreal and that we would get
there only to find out that Darrick had been given a stay.
As we pulled up to the prison, Ethan said, “I do want it
over though, as I think that Darrick should have been more
careful about using drugs and I could have gotten caught up
in it all.”
I was surprised to hear Ethan say that, but was thinking
that Ethan was just trying to brace himself for what was
about to happen.
The prison was a huge group of buildings set in the middle
of nowhere. We arrived at the main gate and were escorted to
the death house. The guards searched us and then led us to a
room where several other people were waiting. No one spoke.
After at time that seemed to last forever, a guard dressed
in a white uniform shirt, black trousers, and black patent
leather oxfords came in. He introduced himself as Sergeant
Taylor. He was tall and built like a rock and quite
attractive. His trousers were stretched a bit tight and he
sported a nice package in between his legs.
He explained the execution procedure to us. The condemned
man would be brought into the death chamber, strapped into
the electric chair, electrodes attached to his head and leg,
allowed a final statement, and then electrocuted. The
electrocution would consist of two cycles. The first would
be 2,000 volts and high amperage for ten seconds followed by
1,000 volts with lower amperage for fifty seconds, a ten
second pause, and then a repeat of the first cycle. He said
it would be quick and painless and the condemned inmate
would likely be dead by the end of the first cycle. Sergeant
Taylor flashed a strange smile at Ethan and me. I felt that
familiar stirring in my loins as he described the
procedures.
Sergeant Taylor told us to follow him. We all exited the
room and walked down a long hall and through a door into a
dully lit large room. It was the witness area for the death
chamber. The walls were painted a grayish white. Chairs were
set up in rows, which rose in several tiers. They faced
toward a wall that was mostly made of glass windows with
wire in the glass. The top of the wall was lined with a
grill which allowed sound to pass to and from the room on
the other side. The electric chair was visible through the
window in a similarly painted room that was brightly lit.
The chair was set about ten feet from the wall and no more
fifteen feet from the first row of chairs.
Ethan looked pale and I took his hand. I wanted to sit in
the first row, but Ethan had pulled us to the second row. He
sat and hunched over putting his free hand to his face. I
stared at the electric chair.
The electric chair was made of dark wood. It was bigger than
an ordinary chair and looked like a throne. The wood braces
and slats were fastened together by large metal plates and
bolts. Several wide tan leather straps with buckles hung
from the chair back, arm rests, and from a brace on the
lower front of the chair that looked like a leg stock. There
was a curved black leather headrest on the back of the
chair. The chair appeared to be adjustable with metal
brackets on the arms and legs. Two thick black cables came
out from a metal conduit that ran along the base of the back
wall from a small recessed area in the right back corner of
the room that looked like the control area. The cables
extended across the floor behind the electric chair. One
ended under the chair and the other ran up the chair behind
the slats to just above the head rest. Both cables contained
female copper leads at their ends.
Behind the chair was a clock and it was just a few minutes
before 10:00AM. There was also a small shelf on the back
wall to one side of the chair. On the shelf were what
appeared to be a wide black leather strap or black leather
strip with hooks and lace attached to it and a black leather
and metal helmut. They had metal posts sticking out of them
and seemed to have extra leather strips attached to them.
Two black steel double doors were on the side walls. The
doors were closed. Next to the left side door was a recessed
area and a control panel was visible.
The tiers of chairs filled with more people who came into
the death chamber, some were dressed in guard uniforms and
stood along the sides and back of the tiers, but most were
in suits and they sat in the chairs. No one talked. I had to
adjust my cock as it was hard and pushing tightly in my
briefs. I tried to conceal the bulge by pulling my suit
jacket over my lap as best I could.
Suddenly, the double doors on the left opened and in marched
a guard dressed similarly to Sergeant Taylor except he had a
small pouch attached to his black leather belt. He was
followed by two tall young guards who were very well built.
They had crew cuts and were wearing sharp navy blue uniform
trousers, jacket, tie, blue shirt, and black patent leather
oxfords. The three men stood along the sides and behind the
electric chair.
The guards were followed by a man who was very tall and
dressed in a black suit with a black leather hood and
gloves. He was the executioner and he stood in the small
recessed area where the control panel was. My cock throbbed
harder.
Finally, a man dressed in a gray pinstripe suit and black
dress oxfords walked briskly into the death chamber and I
immediately knew that he was the warden as he had an air of
authority about him. He stood to one side just inside the
door. He was followed by two guards also dressed in navy
blue uniforms like the two guards now positioned at the back
on each side of the electric chair. They looked tough and
had huge arms and chests.
In between them was Darrick. They were holding his arms just
below the shoulders. I was stunned by Darrick’s appearance.
It was much different from the DVD I had seen him in. His
jet black hair was gone. His head and been shaved completely
bald. He still looked muscular, but thinner and his nicely
tanned skin was now a pale color. Darrick’s eyes were wide
with fear and he appeared to resist the guards, but could
not move very much due to the shackles at his wrists, waist,
and ankles. I thought that even if he had tried to struggle
that he was no match for the two huge guards who pulled him
to the front of the electric chair. Darrick was wearing a
gray suit jacket and trousers. The trousers were tented out
at the crotch revealing what must have been an erection. He
had on a white shirt which was buttoned up to his neck. I
noticed that there was a slit in the right trouser leg from
the hem to the knee and his leg appeared to have been shaved
too. He had black leather wingtip oxfords on his feet. These
were the clothes that Ethan had sent to the prison last
week.
I heard Ethan gasp and quickly looked over at him. He had a
look of horror on his face. He had placed his free hand on
his crotch and I could see that he also had an erection. I
grasped his other hand tighter.
Darrick was quickly unshackled by one of the guards that had
entered before him. The two guards holding him pulled him
back and sat him down firmly in the electric chair pressing
him down with one hand each on his shoulders and one on his
hands. The two other guards quickly stepped up to the sides
of the electric chair and drew heavy tan leather harness
straps around Darrick’s upper arms just above his elbows.
The guards cinched and buckled the straps tight. They moved
to his lower arms pulling his suit jacket and shirt sleeves
back exposing his wrists and drew the heavy tan leather
straps around each arm and buckled his wrists tightly to the
arm rests of the electric chair.
The four guards then moved to Darrick’s legs. They squatted
in unison and one guard each took his ankles pushing his
nicely polished dress shoes back so that his legs were in
the stocks. The other guards then strapped his legs tightly
in the stock above each ankle.
The two guards that had brought Darrick into the death
chamber then moved over to the door where they had come in
and stood facing the electric chair. The remaining guards
each secured the final straps. One ran across Darrick’s
waist and just above where his gray trousers were tenting
up. The other strap was secured across his chest and
shoulders. The guard pulled it hard, cinching it tight
before buckling it. Darrick gasped a little as his back was
pushed tightly against the back of the electric chair. His
eyes darted from the guards to the straps and back to the
guards. He tried to pull his legs against the straps a
couple of times, but they only jerked slightly as the straps
held them tight. The heels of his wingtips were raised
slightly off the floor and the toes of his shoes were just
barely touching the floor as the seat of the electric chair
was adjusted a little higher than a normal chair. He could
not get any leverage with his feet. He looked helpless and
unable to move much at all. His hands clawed the air and
then he seemed to give up and he lowered his head showing
the top of his shaved head to us. He was breathing hard.
The guard in the black trousers and white shirt standing
behind the electric chair walked around to the right front
of the chair and squatted down. With the assistance of one
of the remaining guards he wrapped what appeared to be a
large black leather strip around Darrick’s right leg. The
leather strip actually looked like the shaft of a combat
boot and was about eight inches high covering most of
Darrick’s calf. There were metal lace hooks on each side of
the shaft and laces hanging from the hooks on one side. The
guard quickly wove the lace through the hooks on the
opposite side as if lacing a boot and then pulled the lace
tight tying them with a small bow knot.
There was a large copper screw post sticking out of the side
of the leather strip. The guard picked up the cable that was
lying under the chair and inserted the lead onto the copper
post. He reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled out
a large copper bolt, which he screwed onto the post until
the lead was snug. He then stood up and walked around to the
back of the electric chair.
Darrick strained his neck forward studying the black leather
strip laced to his leg. I knew that it was the leg
electrode.
The warden stepped forward and in a loud solemn voice he
said, “Darrick Phillip Adams, you have been sentenced to
suffer the pain of death in the electric chair by the
passing of an electric current through your body. Before
this sentence is carried out, it is my duty as warden to ask
if you have a final statement.”
At the sound of the warden’s voice, Darrick jerked in the
chair and raised his head up with his wide eyes staring
intently at the warden. The warden’s words seemed to make
him shake and I noticed that the bulge in his trousers grew
larger.
Darrick’s scanned the witnesses, but did not seem to notice
us. I think that he could not see us very well as the death
chamber was more brightly lit and the glass from his side
must have reflected the light making it had to see through.
Darrick cried out, “I do not deserve to die.” His expression
became angry and he clawed his hands into the air,
struggling hard against the straps. He screamed at the
warden and the guards, “Fuck you. You cannot do this to me.
I hate you. Fuck every one of you. I …..”
The warden signaled to one of the guards, who stepped up to
the electric chair and placed his hand on Darrick’s chin
shoving his jaw shut, cutting off his words, and pushing his
head back hard against the leather head rest. The other
guard put his hand on Darrick’s neck and they both held
tight as Darrick continued to claw and struggle. His voice
now muffled grunts.
I was shocked as I had expected Darrick was afraid and
resigned to his fate. His dress and looks did not make him
look hard, but his eyes revealed a dark inner meanness that
was now expressed in his words. Everyone in the witness room
seemed taken aback by his outburst.
The guard behind the electric chair picked up the black
leather and metal helmut and placed it firmly on Darrick’s
shaved head. It was the death cap and inside of it was the
copper head electrode and sponge. The guards quickly drew
the strap from the helmut under Darrick’s chin and cinched
it tight. Darrick’s eyes darted widely around, but he could
not move his head as one of the guards was still holding his
neck.
The guard behind the chair brought a black leather mask down
over Darrick’s head and the last thing I saw of his face was
his wild darting eyes. The mask covered his forehead, eyes,
and mouth. It had an oval hole for his nose and wide straps
that the guard behind the chair pulled tight around the head
rest and then buckled. Darrick’s head was held rigidly
against the head rest. The guard then inserted the cable
lead on the back of the electric chair onto the copper post.
He screwed another copper bolt onto the post until the lead
was snug.
Darrick had stopped struggling and was breathing hard. His
chest rose and fell and his neck seemed stretched taut with
his head strapped back against the head rest. His cock was
still erect tenting his trousers and a small wet spot was
visible from what must have been his pre-cum. I too was wet
and again shifted in my seat feeling a little stickiness in
my underwear. There was complete silence in the death
chamber except for the hum of the ventilation system. It was
actually quite cool in the room, but I was sweating and I
noticed that Ethan was too.
The guards all stepped away from the electric chair. The
warden turned his head toward the executioner and nodded.
The executioner placed his hand on the controls and nodded
back to the warden, who then looked up at the clock on the
wall behind the electric chair. It was 10:04 AM. The warden
nodded back to the executioner and he turned a large dial
which made a dull thud as it closed the circuit.
There was a louder thud from what must have been a generator
set just outside the control booth wall adjacent to the
death chamber and wham, Darrick’s body jerked rigid in a
very violent manner as the electric current slammed into his
body. A muffled scream came from behind the black leather
mask as Darrick’s hands clenched tightly into contorted
fists and pulled back from the arm rests. His chest heaved
up and out against the tan leather harness straps and his
shoes pulled up further off the floor as his legs
contracted. He remained rigid in the chair and a buzzing
noise was audible in the death chamber. The initial cycle of
2,000 volts dropped to 1,000 volts and Darrick’s body jerked
again in the chair. A larger wet spot appeared in his
trousers as he apparently had an orgasm under the tearing
current coursing through his body.
Darrick’s muscles were so tightly contracted that it seemed
as if his whole body would fly out of the chair if it were
not restrained tightly by the straps. A gurgling noise could
be heard and I thought I could see Darrick’s chest heave
once or twice. The first cycle ended and Darrick’s body
relaxed and seemed to slump in the chair. The straps held
him rigid though.
There was a slight twitching of his fingers which unclenched
a little. Darrick seemed to exhale and a small amount of
purplish liquid dripped out of his nose. His left oxford
twitched a little. His right shoe was twisted in and his leg
pulled up from the muscle contraction caused by the electric
current.
The wet spot in his crotch grew into a gush of urine which
ran onto the seat of the electric chair. There were small
holes in the seat of the chair and the urine drained into
the holes to a small pan that was suspended with a metal
bracket under the seat. I was horrified and felt a little
sick. I wondered if Darrick was dead even though there were
still slight twitches from his body.
A loud thud signaled the start of the second electrocution
cycle and Darrick’s body again stiffened in the chair. Now
his skin began to redden and the buzzing sound became more
of a sizzling noise. Smoke began to rise from the head and
leg electrodes as the cycle drew to a close. Quiet filled
the death chamber as the current turned off. Darrick’s body
did not slump in the chair this time, but remained rigid
with his back arched, hands clenched, and neck muscles still
taut.
No one moved for several minutes. The guards then stepped up
to the chair and removed the chest and shoulder strap. A man
entered the death chamber. He had a medical bag. He walked
up to the electric chair and leaned over Darrick’s
motionless rigid body. He unbuttoned Darrick’s now sweat
soaked shirt. He wiped the perspiration off of Darrick’s red
skin colored chest and placed the stethoscope against it. He
listened for a minute and then turned to the warden and
said, “The inmate is deceased.” The prison physician looked
up at the clock. I glanced at it too. It said 10:12 AM.
The warden turned to face all of us and said, “You have just
witnessed the execution of condemned inmate Darrick Phillip
Adams in accordance with the law.”
I suddenly felt exhausted and noticed that I was still hard,
but feeling a little sick. Ethan seemed to be paralyzed and
he just stared at Darrick’s body. I looked around the
witness area. Sergeant Taylor was looking at me. His eyes
seemed to penetrate deep into mine. I looked away.
The guards were already removing the straps. Darrick’s body
did not slump as he was already stiff. I was horrified as
the death mask and helmut were removed. Darrick’s face was
now a grayish color. His eyes were discolored around the
irises and wide open staring out with an astonished look.
The purplish fluid that had run from his nose was also
visible at the edges of his mouth, which was closed. The top
of his shaved head was burned and blistered. I really began
to feel sick. As the leg electrode was removed, I could see
that the skin on his calf was red. It too was burned.
The guards lifted Darrick out of the chair and laid him on
the gurney which had been brought to the front of the
electric chair. The crotch and seat of his trousers were all
wet with urine and I noticed a darker stain in the seat of
his pants. He had lost control of his bowels too.
Darrick’s body would not lie flat on the gurney as his arms
and legs were slightly bent and the guards could not push
them all the way down. His crotch still bulged from his
erection. They pushed the gurney from the room and the last
thing I saw of Darrick were the soles of his shoes sticking
out from the end of the gurney as it disappeared through the
door.
Sergeant Taylor announced that we could all exit the death
chamber. I nearly pushed my way through the other witnesses
as I ran out of the room followed by Ethan. We walked back
to the waiting room and Ethan sat on a chair and put his
head between his knees. I squatted down next to him and put
my arm around his back to hold him. Most of the witnesses
left, but we sat a while. I became lost in my thoughts of
Darrick’s electrocution.
Encounter with Sergeant Taylor
After a few minutes I told Ethan I had to use the rest room.
Ethan shook his head and I got up to leave. I noticed that
there was a wet stain on the crotch of Ethan’s suit trousers
and realized that he had had an orgasm. I wondered, but knew
that his feelings were like mine, both repulsed and
sickened, yet excited.
I went to the bathroom and as I was standing at the urinal I
suddenly sensed someone in the stall located in the far
corner of the room. I finished and turned to leave, but
heard movement and walked over to see what the noise was as
the door to the stall was not closed. I peered in and saw
Sergeant Taylor. The fly of his black uniform trousers was
open and he was jerking off. He was so engrossed in himself
that he had not heard me enter the bathroom, but then became
aware of my presence when I looked into the stall.
He turned and looked at me, first with a surprised look and
then a broad smile lit his face. “I watched you during the
execution,” he said. “You were turned on by it weren’t you?”
I stuttered, “No, I mean maybe a little. I don’t.….”
Sergeant Taylor reached out and pulled my arm bringing me
into the stall. “Now listen faggot, you want my dick so you
can relieve the excitement you got from watching your friend
burn in the chair.”
He reached up and put his beefy arm around my neck and
pushed my head down toward his chest. “Suck my cock before I
crush your pretty little neck.” I gasped and pulled away,
but he was too strong and he put his full weight against me
pushing me to the floor in the tight confines of the stall.
I wriggled free and tried to slide under the stall
partition, but he squatted down and held my head down
pushing my face between his black patent leather oxfords. I
lay flat on the floor squirming for a while and then went
limp as I knew that I could not get loose.
Sergeant Taylor said, “Lick my shoes and then suck my cock
otherwise you are dead meat.” I did as I was told, scared,
but now getting a strong erection again. I licked his shoes.
The polished leather taste in my mouth was strong. He pulled
my head up to his crotch and forced his penis into my mouth.
It was too much for me and I gagged as he fucked my face. I
was choking and getting red in the face. I thrashed on the
floor.
He pulled out and shot his load on my face and then picked
me up like I was a rag doll carrying me out of the stall. He
shoved my head into a sink and turned the water on. He held
my head down and I could barely breathe as water swirled
around my face. I felt him undo my belt and yank my trousers
down.
I screamed as his huge rod plowed up my ass. He was already
hard again and he pounded me until I felt his man juice
explode deep inside me. I came too spraying my juice under
the sink. He pulled out and I collapsed to the floor. I
could not move I was so exhausted and sore.
Sergeant Taylor reached down and grabbed me by my collar. He
pulled me up and said, “Now get out of here before I sit
your ripe little butt in the electric chair.”
He shoved me toward the door as I fumbled to pull up my
trousers and hook my belt. I half ran back to the waiting
room where Ethan was sitting. Ethan looked at me with shock.
My suit was rumpled and dirty. My face and hair were wet. He
saw Sergeant Taylor in the hall looking at us and laughing
and grabbing his crotch. Ethan turned and ran from me down
the hall toward the exit. I followed him half running, but
sore. I called after him, but he did not stop. Ethan nearly
left me at the prison and I just made it to the car as he
was getting ready to drive away.
Ethan was silent as we drove. When I had tried to talk to
him, he told me to shut up. I sat slumped in the passenger
seat, feeling awful. I had been raped, but in all the pain
and humiliation, I had been wildly excited. The abuse really
turned me on. The whole morning had been one long roller
coaster of sexual arousal and physical action. First the
execution and now being raped, it shook me to my core
leaving me wanting more deep inside.
Ethan dropped me off at my apartment and still looked angry
as he drove away. I walked stiffly to my door. I was sore
and tired. I stripped, showered, and fell into bed. I slept
for the rest of the day and into the next. I was visited by
dreams of being raped, electrocuted, and strangled.
Hanging Ethan
The next day I woke in mid-morning. I was still sore and
thought I would be in trouble at work. At the office my boss
met me as I came in. He said two words. “You’re fired.” I
tried to protest, but the building security guards grabbed
me and removed me from the building.
I went home upset and tried to call Ethan at the office. The
receptionist said that Ethan was not available. I called
Ethan’s house that night and left a message. A week went by
and I called several times leaving messages at his house,
but he did not call back.
I spent the nights cruising around and tricking with every
guy I could. I was haunted by the events at the prison and
had to have hard sex as much as possible. I was also
confused by Ethan’s reaction and silence.
It was the weekend and I was wearing my usual leather
jacket, jeans, and black leather boots. I drove to Ethan’s
house. I knocked on the door. Ethan answered.
He did not say a word, but just left the door open and
turned back inside. I walked in. Ethan looked high. His eyes
were glassy. He was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else.
I tried to pull him close to me, but he pushed away and
said, “Fuck you. I hate you. You used me. I think you are a
pig.”
“Why, I cried out, “What did I do?”
Ethan laughed. “You had sex with that guard. You enjoyed
watching Darrick die. You were supposed to be there to
support me.”
“The guard raped me,” I said.
“Do not lie to me. You were excited by it. I could see with
my own eyes and I saw how excited you were during the
execution. I do not trust you. You snooped around my house
watching my DVD’s and I think you have used me.”
“You were excited too,” I said. “I did not sneak around your
house. Why are you saying these things?”
“Fuck you,” Ethan said turning away. “Now just get out. I
never want to see you again and I hope you never find
another job.”
I grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Why was I fired? What did you say at
the office?”
Ethan just laughed that evil laugh I had heard before. “You
took advantage of my weakness over Darrick,” he said
angrily. “I had to get back at you. I told them you were a
queer and a thief. They believed me, but then our fucking
boss fired me too. Now we are both screwed, but I want you
gone.”
I suddenly felt a fury build in me and I lashed out,
punching Ethan in the nose. He fell back hard hitting his
head on the floor and lay still. I crouched down over him.
He was still breathing, but I wanted to make him suffer
more.
My rage was uncontrollable. I pulled him by the arms across
the floor to the door leading to the basement. I threw him
down the stairs. He tumbled down the stairs to the basement
floor. I ran down the stairs and stepped over him. He was
moaning. I searched the basement until I found the noose
that Darrick and he had used. I also found some leather
cuffs. I put the rope over a beam letting the knotted end
with the noose dangle close to the floor.
Ethan began to stir. I went back to him. He looked at me
through doped eyes, stunned from my blow and still a little
high. He had a nasty bruise on his cheek and several more
bruises on his bull muscled body from the tumble down the
stairs. A little blood ran from his nose.
I pulled him across the floor. He did not struggle much. He
should have been able to take me easily since he was so
strong, but he was stunned. I dragged him to where the noose
was dangling. I strapped his wrists behind his back with the
wide leather cuffs. I held his head up and pulled the noose
over his head and tightened it around his neck.
Ethan was still too stunned to resist, but as soon as he
felt the rope on his neck he began to struggle. He tried to
get to his feet, but could not move fast enough. I grabbed
the rope and pulled on it hard putting all my weight into
it. I lifted Ethan up and off the floor. I tied the rope to
the hook on the wall and turned to watch my handiwork.
Ethan was suspended off the floor. He was kicking hard and
gagging. His strong neck was stretching taut on the noose. I
pulled down his boxer shorts and unbuttoned my jeans,
pulling out my hard fuck tool. I grabbed him from behind
around the waist as I had seen Darrick do in the DVD. I
fucked him. I was brutal and kept pounding hard until I
released my load into him.
I pulled out and watched. The anger in me would not stop. I
was driven. Ethan could not just toss me aside. He had used
me, gotten me fired, and I could not stop from taking
revenge.
Ethan’s face was beet red. His eyes bulged wide and his
tongue was sticking out from his mouth. His legs kicked and
his whole body jerked as he wriggled to get his wrists free.
His toes pointed straight down to reach the floor.
I was mesmerized. Ethan’s cock was standing up tall against
his chest. Cum was leaking from it and dripping down his
shaft and balls. Suddenly a violent shudder ran through his
body. His hips bucked hard and he shot a large wad of cum
straight up into the air. He shot another load, and then
another, and then a shudder ran through his body again. He
went limp. His head twisted to the side pulled by the rope,
staring bulging eyes unseeing, mouth open, and tongue
hanging. Saliva, mucus, and a little blood dripped from his
nose and mouth.
Ethan’s body slowly twisted on the rope and his back turned
toward me. It was arched and his wrists were pulled tight in
the leather cuffs. I saw his fingers twitch. My cum was
running out of his ass hole and down his legs.
His front twisted back toward me just as a yellow stream of
piss fountained up from his still erect cock. It splashed
down his waist and legs to the floor. A slight twitch in his
feet and then he was still. Ethan was dead.
I turned away. I grabbed my still hard cock and squeezed it
shooting another wad of jism out. I had done it. I breathed
hard and shook from the frenzy that I had just experienced.
I was not sorry. Something in me had changed about a week
ago when we were at the prison. I had been so excited yet
repulsed at the execution and then getting raped. Now I was
driven, angry, possessed at having men and having them in a
hard and violent way. I had killed Ethan and I felt such
intense excitement. It was the hanging that turned me on.
I ran up the stairs and fled the house and went home. I
should get away I thought. I was exhausted though and fell
asleep still fully dressed. I dreamed of hanging by my neck
and struggling to reach the floor, but unable to do so.
When I awoke, the horror of what I had done flooded my mind.
I had been out of control and now a day later my deeds hit
me like I had been punched hard. I could not breathe. I
staggered to the bathroom and vomited. I was doomed and I
knew it. They would catch me.
I had left my fingerprints and DNA all over Ethan’s house
and on him. They would find his body. They would know that I
had been there once they collected evidence. How long did I
have? Maybe a week at best. Would anyone find Ethan soon? He
did not have any friends and was not expected at the office.
Maybe it would take a few weeks before someone would check
the house. A mailman perhaps noticing that the mail was
piling up in the box? A utility worker coming to read a
meter and smelling an awful odor or maybe a neighbor? I
would have to go back and dispose of the body.
I calmed down. I had time though. I needed sex first. I
foolishly waited until the next day to go back. I had hard
sex that night first. I picked up a young kid. I met him at
a bar and we went out to the parking lot. He was a college
kid dressed in jeans, polo shirt, and white leather hi-top
basketball sneakers. I attacked him once we were away from
the bar behind some cars. I think he was sorry as I was
rough and our sex bordered on rape. He finally ran from me
as I tried to fuck him a second time.
I returned to Ethan’s house the next day. No one had been
there. The basement smelled. I should not have waited even a
day. It was not pretty. His body was still hanging where I
had left it. It was stiff and his neck was stretched
grotesquely. I cut the rope and Ethan’s body fell to the
floor.
I wrapped the body in a sheet and then dragged it upstairs.
I waited until dark to drag the body out to my car and put
it in the trunk. It was hard work. I spent the day cleaning
up the basement. There was a shovel in the garage and I put
it in the car. Late that night I drove several miles outside
of the city. I stopped along a quiet road and dragged
Ethan’s body into a wooded area. I dug a hole and rolled his
body into it. I filled the hole and covered it with fresh
dirt with branches. I thought that it would likely never be
found.
I left town the next day wondering if anyone would miss
Ethan. If they did, then I hoped that the authorities would
think that Ethan had skipped town. The people at the office
would likely tell them about me if they questioned them.
They might look for me, but without a body, there was really
no good reason to pursue me. I hoped. I was calmer now. I
was thrilled by my actions, but felt uneasy too.
After driving for a few days, I stopped in a city in another
state. I could not find office work this time and ended up
working as a clerk in a dumpy DVD store. The cash I made
from tricking was even more important.
Jonathan
Two weeks after arriving, I met Jonathan. He was my downfall
and the story is even stranger than my adventures with
Ethan. I was still driven for hard sex, but I managed to
control myself from being abusive of the guys I was with and
thought I could lay low for a while. Jonathan changed that.
Jonathan came into the store late one evening. It was almost
closing time. I was alone and stocking the shelves and did
not hear him enter. I was wearing gray dress trousers, white
shirt, and thin black tie. I had on my racy black dress
oxfords. I still liked to dress nicely even though my suits
did not fit the job. I had taken to leaving the suit jackets
at home. I disliked wearing the employee tag with name as it
did make me look a little dorky.
I heard a snickering behind me. I turned to see a young tall
thin man with a riot of long dirty blonde hair. He appeared
to be about twenty years old. His face was gorgeous. The
beautiful green eyes with long eye lashes made me swoon. A
mouth of perfect white teeth flashed from the thin delicate
lips that smiled at me. Several large silver rings pierced
his ears, and both eye lids. He was wearing punk clothes.
There was an ample bulge in his faded tight jeans, which
were torn in several places and folded up above tall reddish
leather boots with white laces. He was wearing a tight black
t-shirt and worn black leather jacket with metal studs.
Black leather straps with studs on each of his wrists
completed his outfit. The punk look and cute face
immediately brought my cock to attention.
The punk continued to snicker and said, “Man you look so
straight arrow with your tie, pants, and cute black shoes.
What happened to the big ass dude that used to be here at
nights?”
I brushed aside his rather harsh remark about my dress. “I
do not know what big ass dude you are talking about, but if
you do not like what I am wearing I can take it off,” I
said, testing whether he would be interested.
He smiled and turned his lips into an adorable pout, “Well I
don’t know if a clean boy like you would like my style.”
“Try me. I close up the store soon and would love to make
you pay for being such a smart ass with me.”
He looked at me thinking for a moment squinting to read the
employee tag on my shirt and then said, “Okay Anthony. My
name is Jonathan and maybe we can have a little fun
tonight.”
Jonathan hung around the store while I closed up. We left
and began walking across the parking lot. Jonathan said,
“Hey, I need to get high and there is a park nearby where I
can usually find someone selling. Let’s walk there and then
come back for your car. I was headed there when I stopped in
to see Adrian. He is the big ass dude I mentioned. He
usually has some crystal meth for me.
“I think Adrian must have been fired or quit as I have never
seen him or even heard the name since I have been working at
the store,” I said.
We walked across the parking lot and along the street toward
the park. I kept studying Jonathan. He really was gorgeous.
The punk look gave him a rough edge that suited my new
desire for rough play. I liked his boots and jacket, the
piercing too. As we approached the park entrance, I took
hold of Jonathan’s arm and pulled him toward me. I placed my
hand on his neck and pulled his face down to mine.
He smelled good and I breathed in his aroma and pressed my
lips to his. He immediately pushed his tongue into my mouth.
I felt my cock harden and had to rise on my toes as Jonathan
put his arms around me and began to lift me up. I liked
being embraced by this punk and thought that the night would
be a good one.
The sound of footsteps pulled me from my reverie and
Jonathan set me down and turned toward the approaching
sound. A man dressed in a Marine uniform came walking out of
the park.
“Ah shit,” Jonathan said. “That soldier boy ahead is always
walking around the park. There is a military recruiting
office near here and I always see him. He is probably going
to harass us.”
The man, a Marine caught sight of us he approached and
appeared to stare at us. He was wearing his blue dress
uniform of blue trousers with red stripe and crisp dark blue
jacket. He also had on a white and black marine’s hat, white
belt around his jacket, and black patent leather oxfords. He
looked very sharp.
As we got close to him I could see his features better. He
was very tall and thin like Jonathan, but had beautiful
brown eyes. He removed his hat I could see that he had a
perfect high and tight crew cut. His hair was jet black. I
thought, wow, he is hot! I never wanted to be in the
military, but the guys in their uniforms were also a big
turn on for me. I had tricked with a couple of soldier boys
before and dated one too. I read his name off the tag on his
jacket. It said Santiago.
“Well look what we have here, a fine young man and a punk,”
Santiago said in a sarcastic voice. Santiago looked harshly
at Jonathan and then at me. “Is this punk bothering you or
are you a faggot like he is?”
Jonathan just smiled. I felt anger rise in me and started to
protest, but Jonathan put up his hand and said, “Hey man, we
are not causing you any harm so just leave us alone.”
Jonathan turned and began walking away from the Marine. He
took my hand and pulled me after him.
Santiago called after us, “I might just come after you
queers and teach you a lesson. I know your name now, one of
your drugged out friends blabbed to me in my office about
you. It’s Jonathan and I will have you picked up and
recruited soon. You cannot avoid the military much longer.
It is mandatory. I will get you into basic training so you
can get a good ass kicking before you’re discharged for
being a fag.”
I heard Jonathan cursing under his breath and then heard him
mutter. “It will be me coming after you asshole and you will
regret it.”
Jonathan quickened his pace still pulling me along. Santiago
did not follow us and soon we were headed back to my car. We
drove to my apartment. Jonathan seemed glum and complained
that he really wanted to get high tonight and that the
fucking soldier boy had prevented this. As he paced around
the living room, I admired him.
He said, “I am going to fix the man’s ass soon as he is
always interrupting me in the park and no way am I ever
going to serve in the military.” He sat on the couch
swinging his boots up onto the coffee table and then smiled
at me with an evil I want to have fun look in his eyes.
I sat beside him and began to fondle Jonathan’s crotch and
an ample bulge soon showed in his very tight jeans. I
attempted to kiss him, but he pushed me back and said. “I
need to be rough tonight since I am not flying high. Can you
do that too me?”
I replied, “You bet. Have you ever tried noose play?” My
cock began throbbing at the thought of hanging Jonathan and
fucking him.
Jonathan looked at me with suspicion, but then smiled and
said, “Sure! I will try anything if it gets my rocks off.”
“Take off his jacket, t-shirt, drop your jeans, lie on your
stomach, and put your hands on your back,” I ordered.
Jonathan’s lips formed a pout at my order. He complied
though with a look of interest in his eyes. I did not have a
rope in my apartment so I took three leather belts from my
closet. I wrapped the first belt around his boots. I ran my
hands up the smooth reddish colored leather. His boots were
a big turn on. They were so big. I wrapped the second belt
around his wrists and buckled it tight. I placed my shoe on
his gorgeous bare butt and put some of my weight on him.
Jonathan flexed his hands and pulled his wrists up testing
the belt.
He turned his head trying to look up at me. He said, “Hey
man, it’s a little too tight and hurts.” I responded with a
hard kick into his side. He gasped and twisted his head back
with an angry look in his eyes. “Hey man! I want to have sex
not torture. Let me go.”
I grabbed his blonde mop of hair and pulled his head back
and said. “You are going to have sex and it is going to be
the best you have ever had. Now shut up and enjoy what I am
going to do to you.”
I stripped, got some lube from the bathroom and knelt down
straddling my legs on either side of Jonathan. Jonathan
relaxed when he saw me with the lube and I think he
anticipated getting a good fuck. I thought to myself that it
would be more than just a good fuck.
The lube was cold and Jonathan clenched his butt cheeks
together as I fingered his hole. My cock was throbbing and I
put the third belt around Jonathan’s neck, but not too
tight. My cock pushed into his ass. He was very tight and I
had to keep working down until I was all the way in.
Jonathan moaned and I started to pump up and down. I slowly
pulled the belt tighter until Jonathan’s head began to twist
back. He gagged and tried to speak, but could not. He began
to struggle and his ass muscles squeezed hard on my cock
bringing me to an unbelievable high. I was on the verge of
exploding and pulled harder on the belt.
Jonathan was struggling very hard. He kept wriggling and
trying to raise his arms up. I could hear the toes of his
strapped boots pounding on the floor as he thumped them up
and down. I could not see his face, but knew that he was
starving for oxygen. I kept my full weight on him and thrust
ever harder.
He jerked hard, clenching my cock ever tighter in his ass.
He seemed to be convulsing uncontrollably and I erupted with
explosive force cumming over and over into him. I let go of
the belt and pulled out, rolling off of him, exhausted.
Jonathan continued to jerk. I could see his face. It was red
and he was drooling and coughing. He looked at me with fear
in his eyes and I laughed. We lay on the floor for a few
minutes with Jonathan slowly recovering. The look of fear
slowly faded as he realized that I was not actually going to
kill him.
Jonathan gasped, “That was wicked. I thought you were going
to kill me. Untie me. I must have shot a liter of cum under
me.”
I unbuckled the belts from his wrist and boots. He rolled
over and sat up rubbing his neck, which had some pretty raw
marks on them. His wrists were also bruised, but it was his
chest that I noticed. It was covered in cum. His long
slender cock and been pressed flat under his belly as I
fucked him and he had shot all over himself. There was a
sticky mess on the floor too.
“I am not sure I liked that, “Jonathan said. “It hurt and
you bruised me. You had all the fun.”
I laughed, “You shot a nice load. You thought you were going
to die and my strangling you made your orgasm quite
intense.”
Jonathan nodded, “It still hurt though.”
I said, “I will let you do me tomorrow, but let’s sleep for
now. I may have been a little too rough on you for the first
time.” I helped Jonathan up and noticed my cum running out
of his ass and down his legs. He pulled up his underwear and
jeans and gathered his t-shirt and jacket.
“Do you want to clean up,” I asked him? He shook his head
no. He headed to the door, but I pulled him back and led him
into the bedroom and undressed him. As tired as I was I held
and kissed him tenderly, rubbing his sore bruised neck. We
both fell into bed. I was a sleep as my head hit the pillow.
I awoke. Jonathan was gone. I got out of bed and walked out
of the bedroom. My clothes were still strewn on the floor
from our wild sexual encounter the night before. I began
picking them up. It was then that I saw my wallet lying on
the floor. I picked it up and immediately noticed that all
the cash was gone as well as my two id cards. Fuck, that
little prick took me, I thought. I felt anger build in me
and I threw my wallet against the wall. The ids would be
hard to replace. It had my picture and DNA encoded in it.
The government would give me a hard time replacing the
official one and question me about what I did for a living,
where I lived, why wasn’t I serving in the military. They
would probably find that there were two ids with the same
DNA in the id data base system, my official one and my fake.
I might be in trouble and wondered if anyone had missed
Ethan yet. They might have evidence already. It pissed me
off and I vowed to find Jonathan. I had to get my ids back
so I would not have to go to the government for new ones. I
also vowed to make Jonathan pay.
I cruised in my leather jacket, jeans, and boots around
after work that night looking for Jonathan. I did not think
he would be so dumb as to hang near the park since it was
close to the store. I figured he would avoid me, but I tried
the park anyway. It was blocked off with yellow tape and
there were policemen standing at the entrances. I wondered
what was going on.
Tristan
I cruised into the gay section of town looking for Jonathan.
It was seedy and many of the establishments did not have
signs. The government had raided places in the past and most
tried to keep a low profile with no obvious signs of what
they were.
I had been around this area a couple of times before to
trick and I figured that if I did not find Jonathan here
that I could at least get off with another guy. I checked
out a couple of places with no sign of Jonathan.
At the third place I stopped there was a young skinhead
dressed in t-shirt, camouflage pants, and black leather
boots with white laces. I thought that he might know
Jonathan since he had a similar dress and I approached him.
He sneered at me when I started to talk to him and he turned
away. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him around to face
me. He was average in looks and his eyes were totally zoned
out. He staggered and sneered at me again trying to pull
away. I grabbed his t-shirt and yanked him close to me. I
started to curse, but stopped when a hand was placed firmly
on my shoulder.
I turned to find myself looking at the most beautiful man
ever. He was a god. He was tall, built solid, short
conservatively styled jet black hair, and piercing dark
eyes. He looked into my eyes and I saw a power that held me
from moving. I just stared.
He said, “I would think that you could do better than try to
pick on or pick-up a brain fried skinhead. That boy there is
so far gone; he would never even know that you had him. Why
don’t you try someone a little more interesting, like me. I
think that we are going to have some fun tonight.”
I gulped, thinking that I had hit the jackpot. Built was an
understatement. The guy was huge. All muscle bulging
everywhere. He was going to be more than I could handle, but
oh it would be fun to have too much for once.
He was dressed in black leather from head to toe. He had on
black leather harness boots that were highly polished and
much nicer than my scoffed boots. His black leather pants
were laced tightly at the legs and waist. He had a tight
black leather jacket and cap. He seemed to bulge perfectly
in all the right places. He was hot. I felt my penis stir to
life. This was going to be a good night. Forget about
finding Jonathan for now.
We left the bar. I could not take my eyes off of him. He
looked at me and flashed beautiful teeth in a wide smile. He
reached out and took my hand shaking it. “My name is
Tristan, he said, “What is your name?”
I responded and we made small talk as we walked along the
sidewalk. Tristan told me that the young punk back at the
bar was named Bayard and was no good. He was always high and
getting into trouble. Bayard’s punk friend Jonathan plied
him with drugs. I asked Tristan to describe Jonathan
thinking it might be the same person I wanted, but he said
he had only heard this from other people at the bar and he
had never seen Jonathan.
Tristan invited me back to his home. I drove my car
following him in his car into a nice section of town. A long
driveway led up to a very nice home. I did not get to see
much of it as Tristan led me through several rooms in the
house to a stairway. The rooms were all well furnished. I
noticed that there were military and law enforcement
pictures and plaques hanging on the walls in one of the
rooms we passed through. I asked Tristan about them and he
said he had been in the military and also been a policeman.
I stopped and looked at him with suspicion. He laughed,
“Don’t worry. I am not a police officer now. I do other work
for the government, but I cannot tell you about it so don’t
ask me. Let’s just have some fun tonight.”
We proceeded up the stairs and into a nicely furnished
bedroom. Tristan put his arms around me and hugged me close.
He was quite a bit taller than me and he buried his nose in
my hair. I could hear him take a deep breath and sigh with
pleasure.
“I love your smell,” he said. “It is like a deep musky man
smell with a hint of leather. We are going to make very
passionate love tonight.”
My penis was leaking pre-cum and pushing hard against my
jeans. It needed to escape and I was more than ready to
oblige Tristan. He pulled me over to the bed and then picked
me up and laid me in the bed. He leaned over me and planted
his beautiful lips on mine. I relaxed in his arms and let
his tongue probe deep into my mouth. I floated in ecstasy.
Tristan kissed my chin and then began to work his way down
my neck. I could feel his fingers undoing my belt and
unbuttoning my jeans. I put my hands on his head and held it
close to my face breathing deeply and becoming intoxicated
with his smell. It was a deep masculine smell.
Tristan pulled back holding my arms and raising me up off
the bed. He pulled my leather jacket off and I helped him
remove his. I stared in awe at his perfect hard chest and
rock hard six pack abs. He smiled and pulled my t-shirt off.
My jeans had dropped below my knees and Tristan knelt down
and started chewing on my swollen package through my bikini
underwear. I was dripping pre-cum and beginning to shake in
anticipation of the pleasure I knew would soon follow.
We stripped each other of our remaining clothes and Tristan
took my cock into his mouth and began working his head up
and down. My cock slid down his moist throat and I shuddered
in delight. I had to pull out after a minute as I was about
to ejaculate and I wanted to stay aroused as long as I
could. Tristan would not stop though. He turned me around
and began to lap my ass. His tongue worked into my crack and
soon was probing my hole. I could not control myself.
Tristan sensing that I was about to cum pulled back and left
me on the edge of a tremendous orgasm.
He pushed me onto the bed and pulled my legs up around his
shoulders. He was huge and he drove his dick into my already
hungry ass with a single thrust. I screamed in delight as I
felt him penetrate deep inside me. He began pumping and I
was no longer in control. My cock began to squirt, shooting
wad after wad straight into the air. My cum landing on my
chest, face and hair. I nearly passed out as I felt all my
energy drain away. I could see Tristan’s dark eyes
penetrating into mine and a deep satisfied smile on his
lips.
Tristan reached orgasm just as I was spent and I felt his
load shoot deep inside me, warm and thick. He pulled out and
climbed onto the bed letting himself fall next to me
breathing hard and wet with sweat. I rolled onto him and
began to lick his broad shoulders lapping his delicious
sweat. He turned over and began to lick the cum off my face
and soon he both fell into a deep content sleep wrapped in
each others arms.
I woke to the sensation of a tongue flicking around my
pierced tits. My fuck tool was already rising to a strong
erection. Soon Tristan and I were again tangled in the hot
sweaty action of sucking, fucking, and kissing. I shot my
load again this time into his mouth and he drank every drop.
We drifted off to sleep again.
A third time during the night we woke and made love. This
time both fucking each other before finally too exhausted we
fell asleep until late in the morning. I was in heaven.
Morning came too soon. I was exhausted, but still felt more
fulfilled than I had in years. Tristan had held me in his
arms much of the night in between each of our love making
sessions. I did not want to get up, but nature was calling
and slowly I lifted his arms off of me and slid out of bed
to use the bathroom.
When I came back into the bedroom, Tristan was awake and
smiled broadly at me. He said, “I am going to have to leave
shortly for work. I have a long day ahead of me. You can
shower, eat breakfast, and take your time. My manservant
will be here soon and will help you with anything you need.”
I responded, “I will shower and eat, but I need to leave
soon too. I am already late for work myself.” I kept
thinking I should just blow off work and ask to stay the
day. A manservant, wow, this guy is the ultimate.
Tristan got out of bed, his long beautiful cock swinging
between his beefy hairy legs and he walked up to me and
kissed me gently on the lips. My penis immediately rose to
poke him in the leg.
He laughed, “Enough for now. If we start again, neither of
us will ever get out of the house.”
He pulled away from me and walked into the bathroom. He
turned in the doorway and said, “I would love to have you
shower with me, but not today. There is another bathroom
down the hall. Use it.”
I said, “Hey, you sure you cannot tell me about your work? I
would like to know more about you and certainly see you
again.”
“Sorry, but I cannot tell you anything about my work. Just
be warned, if you want to see more of me, you must never ask
me about what I do. Just stay out of trouble and you will
never have to worry about me. If you ever get into trouble,
then I may end up being your worst enemy. You seem nice, but
a night of fucking is not going to get you inside my head
yet. I may call you in a few days, just leave your number.
Goodbye, for now.” Tristan closed the door to the bathroom.
I stood staring at the door for a while wondering if I would
ever see this beautiful man again. He seemed so trusting,
but I realized soon enough that we were not alone in the
house. As I showered in the bathroom down the hall, a voice
called out to me. It was not Tristan’s. The voice asked what
I wanted to eat and that I would find my clothes all neatly
laid out in the adjacent bedroom.
I did not see Tristan again that morning. Breakfast was all
set in the dining room. I ate in silence. As I finished
breakfast a man entered the dining room. He was tall and
dark and dressed in military fatigues. He told me that he
was to see me out. He had a menacing look in his eyes. He
did not threaten me, but I got the impression that he did
not want me around the house much longer. I got up to leave.
The man saw me to the door. I drove away with the feeling I
was being watched until I had exited the grounds of what
appeared to be a large estate now that it was light out.
Anthony’s Downfall
A couple of days had passed since my encounter with Tristan.
I had spent my work days and nights in a dreamy state
reliving the night I had spent with him. I realized though
that I needed to continue looking for Jonathan.
After closing the store the next night, I again changed into
my leather jacket, jeans, and boots. I figured I would try
the gay section of town again. I had noticed that the park
was still closed when I had walked near it during lunch.
Something serious must have happened there.
Hopefully Jonathan would turn up again. I might even turn a
trick as good as Tristan if I could not find Jonathan. I
hoped I would hear from Tristan. I also knew that I could
not go too much long with out an id as it was hard to buy
anything legally. I would have to do something soon to get
some new id.
As I walked out of the store I was confronted by a flood of
light shining on me. I heard footsteps running and was hit
in the legs from behind and fell to the ground. A body
dropped onto me pushing my head to the pavement and then
more footsteps sounded around me. I struggled and looked up.
I was surrounded by policemen. One was leaning over and
holding my arms behind my back. Another was on my legs. A
third had a gun pointed at me.
A voice said, “Anthony Carmenio you are under arrest.” The
words shocked me. I thought of Ethan and that they had
traced me.
The rest was a nightmare. I was cuffed and rough handled
into a police car. The night was spent in an interrogation
room being questioned by detectives. I could not understand
why they had arrested me since no mention was made of Ethan,
but it soon became apparent. A Marine named Santiago had
been murdered in the park near the store. He had been beaten
and strangled and one of my ids was found nearby.
For two days I was held in a cell with no contact. I was
stripped of my possessions except for my underwear and
boots. I felt awful. Finally, I was allowed to speak with an
attorney. He had been appointed to represent me. I was glad
that he brought a shirt and trousers for me to wear. He had
been to my apartment. The police had taken over the place
and had searched it. They had given my court appointed
attorney access to my possessions.
Before I could even ask him what was going on, he told me
that I was in deep trouble. Besides my id being near the
scene of the crime, my DNA had been recovered from
Santiago’s body in the form of semen and hair. The DNA on
Santiago matched the DNA coded on my id. He also told me
that I was accused of raping another young man the same
night. The man, Jonathan Hemmich said I had attacked him in
the park, raped him, and tried to strangle him.
There was also a witness, another Marine. He had seen a man
with a leather jacket running out of the park. It was dark,
but the detectives felt that it helped add to the evidence
they had.
I was shocked. It was not possible, but I soon realized that
Jonathan was the killer. He had taken my id the night when
we had sex. He had my cum all over his ass and legs and had
pulled his clothes on without cleaning up. He had left my
apartment during the night while I was sleeping. He had
killed Santiago. I remember him saying that he would get
back at Santiago.
I told the attorney my story. He looked at me in disbelief.
He told me that Jonathan had been picked up and questioned
since his DNA in the form of hair was found on Santiago
also. Jonathan claimed it must have been on me from when I
attacked him and then got on Santiago’s body.
It seems the detectives believed Jonathan as he did have
nasty bruise marks on his neck and had cried and made a good
show of being a victim. They added multiple charges of
sexual assault and rape onto the murder charge I was already
facing. They were trying to portray me as a predator.
The rest was a blur. I was held in jail for six months. I
had to wear a course material tan prison shirt and trousers.
I was upset when they took my boots and gave me white canvas
slip on sneakers to wear on my feet. It was humiliating
being treated like a criminal. I thought it ironic that I
was being held for a murder that I did not commit and no one
yet knew anything about Ethan as far as I could tell. I
dreamed mostly of Tristan. The one night with him had been
heaven.
The trial was a sham. I did not testify as my attorney felt
that the prosecutor would ask me too many questions about
why I was drifting around, how come I had two ids, how had I
stayed out of the military. The prosecutor painted a picture
of me as a drifter and up to no good anyway.
The Marine testified about seeing a man running from the
park in a leather jacket. The prosecutor showed my leather
jacket as proof. My attorney counter argued that anyone
could have been wearing a leather jacket. I think the jury
recognized the possibility, but they saw the Marine as a
very credible witness and it just added to the atmosphere of
convincing them I was guilty. I think the Marine may have
been distorting what he saw. He looked at me as he testified
and I could see the hate in his eyes. He was handsome
though. It was funny that I could find him attractive and
yet know that his testimony might help condemn me. I even
found myself recalling a Marine I had met years ago. We had
carried on for a couple of months until he had been sent
overseas.
Jonathan did not testify directly, but the prosecutor had
Jonathan’s statements from when he had been questioned.
During the course of the trial I found out from my attorney
that Jonathan had been arrested and charged with murder
also. He had been accused of giving his friend an overdose
of drugs. The friend’s name was Bayard, the punk I had
encountered the night I met Tristan. How ironic I thought.
The prosecutor did not think Jonathan’s appearance in court
would be helpful and they only used his statement. My
attorney tried to bring up the issue of Jonathan being
arrested, but the prosecutor argued that it was not relevant
since my DNA had been found on the victim’s body proving
rape. Jonathan’s statement was just additional proof even if
Jonathan was facing other unrelated charges. The prosecutor
argued that Jonathan may very well be an accused criminal,
but that the detectives believed he had been attacked by me.
The detectives did testify and they apparently seemed
credible to the jury.
It did not go well. My DNA, Jonathan’s statement, the
Marine’s testimony, and the fact that a marine had been
killed all sealed my fate. I tried to impress the jury by
dressing in my nice suits and shoes. I had my haircut short
too. It all failed.
The judge allowed this sham and the jury could only reach
one conclusion. I still remember the chill that went through
me as I stood while the jury foreman read the verdict. The
words, “Guilty” were repeated for all the charges. I felt
sick.
The sentencing phase was even worse and finally I stood in
court to receive formal sentences from the judge. I tried to
look the best I could. I wore my best suit. It was slim and
gray. I had on a conservative blue shirt and red tie. I wore
my nicely polished slim black leather cap toed oxfords.
I had to stand on a raised docket in front of the judge. I
was trembling. Two court guards stood on either side of me.
My hand and legs were shackled and chained to a leather belt
that was locked around my waist. The shackles, belt, and
chains pulled on my clothes and made my suit appear to be
ill fitting. It upset me as I always took pains to look trim
and well dressed when wearing a suit.
The judge entered the chambers and sat at the bench. He read
some documents then looked up at me. He had a hard look on
his face. I feared the worse.
“Anthony Vincent Carmenio do you have anything you would
like to say before I pass sentence,” the judge asked? I
shook my head no not knowing what I could say that would
help.
“Anthony Vincent Carmenio, you have been found guilty on two
counts of sexual assault, one count of first degree rape,
one count of first degree felony murder, and one count of
first degree premeditated murder. The rape and murder
charges are capital crimes carrying sentences of life with
out parole or death. The jury has recommended a sentence of
death.”
The judge paused and looked at me. He shook his head and
said, “I have carefully reviewed all the relevant
information about your crimes and think that you are a
dangerous man and would commit more crimes. You must be
removed from society and justice must be served.”
“Anthony Vincent Carmenio, I sentence you to be removed to
the State’s Central Maximum Security Prison where you are to
be held until your appeals are heard and then at a time and
on a date named by the court, you shall be put to death for
each of the capital crimes for which you have been
convicted. May God have mercy on your soul. Further, I am
signing the orders to have you transferred to death row
immediately.”
I was stunned. I expected this outcome, but hearing the
words made me numb. I was doomed. I felt weak. The guards
took hold of my arms and led me from the court room. I was
immediately taken to a van and seated in a cage inside the
van and chained to it. I was taken to prison.
Death Row
After a ride through town and into the country, we arrived
at the prison. It was a sprawling complex of buildings set
amongst rolling hills. Some of the buildings were old and
fortress like and others were more modern and stark. High
concrete walls, high chain link fences, and trenches
surrounded the buildings. We drove through two gates and
down a road past a group of modern buildings. The van
stopped in front of a large castle like building with two
long wings extending from a central structure. It had a huge
steel door. The building looked old, but kept in good
condition. A sign posted above the door said “Death Row” in
big black letters.
I was hustled out of the van and turned over to two massive
guards who led me through the steel doors into an entrance
area. The guards were wearing olive uniform fatigues and
crisply pressed uniform shirts with black arm bands with
white letters that said death row. They had highly polished
black leather combat boots with white laces on their feet.
Their dress was military perfect and I was soon to find that
all was military perfect on death row. The row was stark and
sterile. I would be controlled in my every movement.
They walked fast pulling me into a long hall. I stumbled
from the ankle cuffs as they led me down the hall. My suit
jacket tore as the guards kept pulling me hard and I cried
out for them to stop. My protest was met with a swift punch
to the face followed by a kick from one of the guard’s
combat boots into my stomach. I collapsed and they dragged
me down the hall, tearing my jacket further.
Near the end of the hall we turned into a doorway. The room
beyond was barren and the guards threw me to the floor.
Within moments more guards entered carrying various cases
with equipment in them. I was pulled up pushed against a
wall and photographed. This was followed by having my
fingerprints taken and then the guards cut off my clothes. I
began to sob as they ruined my nice suit. One guard pulled
my tie so hard that I began to strangle and he finally
ripped it off my neck. My oxfords were removed and
everything was placed in a garbage bag and taken away.
I lay shivering on the floor wearing only the shackles. Two
guards pulled me up, a third held my head, and a fourth took
electric shears and proceeded to roughly shave my head. Once
this was done I was led out into the hall again and taken
into another room which contained a shower. The guards
pushed me into the shower and ordered me to soap and rinse.
It was hard to do with my hands cuffed and they only gave me
a couple of minutes to wash before turning off the water and
pulling me out.
Dripping and shivering I was forced to stand as I was
examined by a physician. I was toweled off by two of the
guards. They were rough. I felt my cock stir and received a
kick in the balls which doubled me over in pain when one of
the guards noticed my arousal. I was unshackled and handed
an orange pair of overalls, white socks, and black work
boots, which I put on. I was then reshackled, led into the
hall, and taken into a small office. Standing there was a
man also dressed in fatigues, but wearing several metals on
his chest. He was holding a folder with my name on it.
He approached me and said, “My name is Warden Thomas and you
Anthony Vincent Carmenio are a condemned man. You will
likely have about a year before we carry out your sentence
on the gallows. I am in charge of death row. You will follow
my rules and die by my rules. If you do not, then you will
pray for your execution date to come as I will make your
life hell. Do you understand?”
I gulped and mumbled, “Yes.”
My response was met with a sharp jerk of my shackles by one
of the guards. The guard said, “You will say Sir at the
beginning and end of everything you say, dead man. Now
answer the Warden.”
I quickly said, “Sir, Yes, I understand sir.”
Warden Thomas smiled and said, “Good. I think you will hang
easily. Your file shows that you are a no good faggot and
deserve to have your neck stretched. We here will be glad to
oblige.”
I was then led to the death row cell block. It was in one of
the wings. After walking past a number of cells with
occupants, I was placed in a small cell with a cot, steel
sink, and steel toilet. I was unshackled. The guards closed
the cell door and left me.
I looked out of the cell. It faced a concrete wall with high
windows. I could not see the other cells on either side of
me. Guards patrolled the hall cell block. I soon found out
that no talking was allowed. I was alone and it was quiet
other than the footfalls of the guards’ big combat boots.
The days passed in an endless succession of waking to the
guards coming around and making each inmate exit his cell,
strip, and being roughly searched. They would poke and probe
me to see if I was hiding any contraband. I received two
meals a day, breakfast and an early dinner. I was allowed to
shower and given a shave every other day. Exercise was
allowed in an outdoor pen each day and when the whether was
bad I exercised in a large barren room, which passed for a
gym. I ran, did push-ups sit-ups, and other exercises to
stay trim. It was easy since I was not fed enough and I
became thin and toned.
My nights were mostly restless. I would dream of Ethan,
Jonathan, and Tristan. Sometimes I would be hanged in my
dreams and Tristan would rescue me. I masturbated regularly.
I was watched all the time. Guards patrolled by my cell
every few minutes and when I was showering I was watched by
two or more guards. One guard would watch me when I was in
the outdoor pen or indoor gym. A closed circuit television
ensured that if I should try and attack a guard, the room
would quickly be filled with other guards.
The only change in the daily routine occurred when a new
inmate arrived or was removed to be hanged. I would see the
inmates pass my cell. Since the inmates were not allowed to
talk, I never knew what exactly was going on. The only other
time I could see other inmates was when I was led by the
guards to the shower or exercise area. I would get a brief
look at the other condemned men as I passed their cells.
They would return my look and we could only read each others
eyes. The looks were often of fear, despair, and, longing.
Every couple of weeks, the attorney that had been appointed
to represent me through my appeals would call. The news was
never good. My case was working its way through the system
and there was little chance I would survive more than a
year.
One guard named Brain Eastman did seem to take an interest
in me. I noticed that he seemed to end up escorting me and
watching me in the gym more often then not. He was a brute.
His face was not handsome, but his muscles and hairy arms
were attractive. He talked to me periodically about what was
going on outside the prison and would tell me about new
inmates and about the executions. I asked him to describe
them. He provided details and that excited me, but also left
me knowing I would face the same soon enough.
About three months into my stay on death row, I was in the
gym, he approached me and said, “Carmenio, you are to be
given a check-up today.” I looked at him with doubt as I had
been examined recently, but he cuffed me and led me from the
gym and into a storage room. It was an isolated room with no
cameras. I knew immediately what was coming as there was an
obvious bulge in the crotch of his combat fatigues.
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