Corpse

The body bag was dumped unceremoniously onto the processing table. Convict #9328492 (legal name: Carter Dubois) was in charge of tagging and IDing the bodies that day. He glumly zipped the bag open halfway, revealing the headless (prisoners executed by beheading had their heads treated and displayed in the warden's office) body of a young Caucasian male.

The corpse was fresh, the torso still slick with sweat and the blood had only just started to congeal. Carter laid a hand on the chest and felt tiny shivers. So fresh the heart was still trying to pump blood, he thought to himself.

Carter took the ID scan gun and swiped the laser across the barcode tattooed on the pelvis. The prisoner ID and photograph popped up on the screen of the scan gun, showing the gentle smile and soft round face of a boy still in the midst of childhood.
Carter gasped in shock, almost dropping the scan gun. He knew that face all too well.

Prisoner #5648573.
Legal Name: Josh Hampton
Age: 13
DoB: 2/6/2040
DoE: 1/17/2053
Gender: M
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Carter looked at the portrait again and felt a small twinge of something approaching pity. Josh was renowned amongst the boys at the YCCC for being one of the best at giving blowjobs. The boy would suck a convict off for pretty much anything ranging from extra bags of chips to packs of cigs.

Even Carter had used Josh for sexual release, and he remembered every moment of that session with guilty pleasure. Surely not something God, or Carter's heavily religious father would have liked to see. Then again, he had been extremely lonely and fapping to barely legible pinups stained and crumpled by decade of prisoners was beginning to get old.

The boy's sunny smile, shining eyes half covered by curly raven bangs, lightly tanned skin and slender yet firm body from a childhood spent outdoors were a stark contrast to the limp, pale lump of meat laid on the table. Carter surveyed the body, from the stump of neck, along the firm abs, down to the faint tuft of pubic hair just beginning to grow above the boy's genitals. He uttered a short prayer, then got back to work.

He checked off boxes on the processing sheet that came with each body. He whistled as he worked. A backwater juvie prison like the YCCC only executed 3 to 4 prisoners a week. Carter counted himself lucky that he was related to the local governor, he had escaped a potential death sentence and was serving 3 years by doing menial work around the facility. Today was an extra slow day, it seemed that Josh was the only one scheduled for that morning.

Finally, after the paperwork was completed and the convict ID was properly marked as "deceased", Carter had one last task to perform. Convicts were given the choice of being executed naked, or with underwear on. The vast majority chose to die with underwear on, and Josh had been no exception.

Carter unzipped the rest of the bag. He grabbed the elastic waistband on Josh's briefs and pulled them down to the boy's feet. Carter blushed as his hands brushed past the dead boy's limp penis, strings of cum dangling from the glans. It was apparent that Josh had experienced one last nut before expiring. Probably that damn warden, Carter thought. That lady found some kind of sick pleasure from fucking convicts on death row.

Carter threw the briefs into a laundry basket. Prison clothes were always recycled. Those briefs had been used by hundreds of boys before Josh, and would most likely be used by hundreds of boys after.

Carter rinsed his hands off, went back to the dead boy and pulled the zipper up on the body bag. He took a sharpie and marked the bag. Then with a grunt, he slung the bag over his shoulder and walked into the mortuary freezer. A pile of body bags lay in the corner, and Josh was tossed on top. Carter closed the door behind him. He didn't mind body processing, it sure was better than doing road maintenance and janitorial duties.