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It was another hot summer day at the Youth Criminal Corrections Center. The warden had decided to schedule the daily execution outdoors on the baseball diamond. A crowd of kids in prison uniforms were sitting in the bleachers, sweating under the merciless California sun.

A lone figure flanked by two guards emerged from Death Row. The three slowly walked until they reached the center of the diamond.

The convict today was Billy Tamashita, a mixed race kid about 14 years of age. He had been stripped down to his underwear, his arms were restrained behind his back and his skin glistened with sweat from the heat. His messy black hair was cut short, so the executioner would not have any issues making a clean decapitation. The two guards holding him firmly by the arms stopped and forced him to kneel. His face was dark, with no sign of the terror he felt inside.

The warden was a tall blonde, a curvy bombshell of a woman. She was the crush of every boy jailed at the prison, and she knew it. She took a piece of paper out of her vest pocket. Her hand adjusted the lapel mic and she cleared her throat, the feedback ringing throughout the courtyard.

"Convict Number 35482, you are hereby sentenced to death by beheading" she announced. "Any last request?"
Billy looked down in thought, then up at the warden. "Yeah, could you give me a footjob? I've always wanted one from you, Miss", he requested shakily. His face turned red.

The warden paused, then smiled. "Sure thing, boy" she answered with a laugh. Without hesitation, she slipped out of her shoes. She leaned forward, and pulled Billy's underwear down until his dick sprang free.

It was already fully erect, and the Warden whistled. "Eager beaver, aren't we?" she giggled, and gracefully extended one foot until it touched the tip of the boy's penis. She began to rub up and down, and Billy closed his eyes, heart pounding. All too soon, he felt an orgasm coming. He opened his mouth, panting. With a grunt, he nutted. A long thick rope of cum burst from his cock, covering the Warden's foot. Billy leaned forward, gasping in post-orgasmic bliss.

The Warden took her foot off Billy's cock, and daintily took a tissue from her vest pocket to wipe off the cum. She whistled and a guard scurried forth, carrying a sword.

The Warden took the sword and gave it a few practice swings.

Billy opened his eyes, and saw the sword.

His eyes widened. He straightened his back. His arms strained at their restraints.

Billy's penis hardened again.

The Warden placed the sword at Billy's neck. The blade indented his skin and the young boy grimaced. One of the guards from before took a black cloth and tied it around Billy's eyes. The guard retreated.

The Warden took the blade away. Then, with a single elegant motion she sliced through the boy's neck. Billy stiffened. For a moment, he was still. Then, his head tumbled forward. It landed, then rolled forward. The Warden stopped it with her foot.

Billy's headless torso twitched. The neck stump sprayed two hot jets of blood, painting the dusty dirt of the baseball diamond red.
His corpse fell back and the jets of blood slowed to a trickle.

The warden picked up the head and took off the cloth.

She covered her hand with it, and held the boy's head by its stump. The Warden peered into the boy's unseeing eyes, and shivered. Just 30 seconds ago, there had been a sentient person behind those eyes. Now, there was nothing.