Josh

The clock ticked over. There was now exactly one hour left in Josh Hampton's life. The boy lay on his prison bunk bed, curled up in a fetal position.

It had only seemed like yesterday when the judge had knocked his gavel and announced Josh's death sentence in a stern voice. The boy could remember every crease and line on his mom's face crumple into an anguished expression. Steve, his stepfather holding her in a tight embrace, making sure she wouldn't fall to the floor.

He had run out of options. There was no way out of it. He would never grow up like his schoolmates. Josh would never graduate highschool, never marry, never have his own children. An entire life ahead of him and it was already over before it could truly begin.

His parents had fought for him in the courts, even after the sentence was passed. Appeal after appeal, yet the courts remained unyielding. Despite the passage of the Brooke-Strickland act a decade ago, society still remained divided on the issue of capital punishment for minors. In one hour, it would not matter to young Josh Hampton.

He had spent his last few months reading books from the prison library in his cell, playing games on the ancient arcades in the recreation room, sitting in his cell and sexually servicing his fellow inmates for various favors and snacks.
It had all gone by in a blur.

The clock ticked. It was now 30 minutes until his date with the guillotine. He twisted and turned on the bunkbed, feeling cold sweat pour down his body. He heard the door to his cell swing open, and a blast of cool air wafted in. Josh sat up and looked towards the door.

Two guards walked in. The taller one told him in a cold tone to undress. Josh dutifully took off his t-shirt and shorts. He began to pull down his briefs, but the shorter guard interrupted him. "You have the choice to die naked, or die with your underwear on", he rumbled. Josh pulled his briefs back up. The two flanked him. The taller one procured a set of cuffs and restrained Josh's arms behind him. Josh gave the cuffs a tug, not expecting any results. The cuffs held strong to no surprise.

The guards pushed him out of his cell and walked him down the corridor leading to the courtyard outside. He emerged from the prison block and shivered as the cold January air scraped across his skin. His bare feet stepped across frozen concrete and small piles of slushy snow. Josh's breath fogged in the winter air. He concentrated his attention on the ground as his guards half pushed, half dragged him to the guillotine.

The walking stopped, and Josh slowly lifted his head. The guillotine here was old, probably older than the prison itself. Josh felt his heart race. In 20 minutes, Josh's 13 year old heart would pump fresh hot blood across that centuries old wood, his life liquid joining the stains left by the fear filled pumping hearts of countless other boys.

The guards grabbed hold of his arms, and firmly pushed him onto the platform. Josh lifted his legs up and laid back, his head facing towards the heavens. The guards locked the lunette in place and tied his legs and chest down with leather restraints.

He heard a familiar female voice.
The warden had a reputation for being efficient, which is why the administrators overlooked her more sexually deviant habits. Josh had heard stories from the other convicts about her. She would give male death row convicts on the gallows or guillotine a handjob, or a blowjob, or even full on sex. She once managed to hang 34 boys in a single morning with that routine. There were rumors of even higher numbers. The warden had a room in her office filled with the preserved heads of prisoners she had taken a liking to. Now she was here, at his own execution.

She walked over to the guillotine and knelt down, her head directly looking down at his face. "Prisoner #5648573, you're pretty cute", she whispered. "T-thanks" he mumbled, his cheeks turning red. Josh felt a hand touch his leg. The hand crept up, smoothly slipping under his briefs before gently grasping his penis. Josh felt his cock stiffen almost immediately. "Ma'am-" he started, but the warden pressed one slender finger against his lips. "Shush, boy" she commanded, as she began to rub his foreskin up and down rythmically.

The boy began to breathe heavily, and the warden pinched his erect nipples. Josh squeaked in surprise, and soon began to moan. The warden expertly pumped his erect dick and with half a minute left to spare, Josh finally blew his load. The young boy gasped in pleasure as his baby batter covered the warden's hand and the crotch of his briefs. With a sigh, the warden withdrew her hand.
Her other hand grasped the lever operating the guillotine. Josh's eyes flew wide open. "Wait, wait don't do-" his voice cracked.

The warden yanked the lever back, releasing the blade.

It fell, neatly cutting through Josh's neck. His head tumbled into the basket while his body arched its back, arms and legs straining in mindless panic. Twin jets of blood spurted from his neck stump, painting the snow and concrete with splatters of red. A pool of blood began to grow and drip under the boy's body.

The warden leaned down and gracefully picked up the head out of the basket. Josh had already expired, his once bright blue eyes were now dull and unseeing. His soft lips were half parted, frozen in the middle of pleading for his life. The warden motioned to a guard and handed the head to him. "I'm keeping this one", she said with a smile. The other guards were already tipping the headless corpse into a bag for processing.

The cold winter clouds parted, sun soon shining down on the prison. Another execution had passed and another young soul had been sent away to eternity. There would be many more to come tomorrow.