Long Drop

"Samuel Ardwen, before the sentence is carried out, do you have any last words for the court?"

Samuel looked up at the magistrate and slowly shook his head. There wasn't anything he could say that would save his life, so he opted to stay silent. With a bored yawn, the magistrate ticked off a checkmark on her clipboard.

The hooded executioner gently slipped the noose over Samuel's head, tightening it around the boy's slim, pale neck. Samuel shivered as the rough fibers of the rope scratched his skin. The hangman then placed a black cloth over Samuel's eyes and tied it in place. He withdrew and looked over to the magistrate for the confirmation to start.

A simple nod from the magistrate signalled the go ahead. The hangman quickly leaned forward and gripped the lever firmly. With a yank, he opened the trapdoor beneath Samuel's feet. Without a sound, the boy dropped several feet before the noose went taut. There was a sickening crack as Samuel's neck broke instantly under the weight.

Samuel jerked, his legs twitching, but the damage had been done. With the connection between the brain and the body severed, Samuel's vital functions quickly shut down. Muscles relaxed. A damp spot appeared on the seat and crotch of his shorts as his bladder emptied.
A final, faint gurgle rolled out between his parted lips, and that was that.

They waited several minutes before cutting Samuel down. His body was heavy and limp, falling to the ground with a thud. The magistrate knelt beside the corpse. A morbid sense of curiosity took over, and she pulled Samuel's shorts down. She exhaled, disappointment clear on her face. The warden had told her that boys would spring rock hard erections when they hanged, but Samuel's penis was soft and flaccid.

"Have a little respect for the dead, wouldja?", the hangman grumbled as he joined the magistrate in observing Samuel's body. The pair stood there for a minute, silent. "He was a cute kid", the magistrate mumbled. The hangman nodded, although he himself had no opinion. Boys weren't his thing.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it", the magistrate spoke again, before excusing herself. Probably to rub one out in the women's bathroom, the executioner thought, amused.

The executioner gathered Samuel's body up, gingerly taking care to avoid touching the moist, wet stain on Samuel's shorts where the boy had soiled himself. He deposited the corpse into a black bodybag, picked up the arms and crossed them over Samuel's still chest, before zipping the body bag closed.