A Humane Method

There weren't going to be any observers at the execution, they told him. He would have complete privacy while they took his life.The process itself was simple. An injection that would put him to sleep, then another to stop his heart. Quick and painless, not like those barbarians to the south that delighted in torturing their prisoners.

It was a shame that such a handsome young man needed to die, but that was the law. Their voices were gentle and pitying.

Cameron stared at the gurney awaiting him. The clock ticked away, each second implacably melting away, moving him closer and closer to the end. He looked up at the clock. Half an hour left.

Slowly, he pulled his grey cotton shirt off and folded it neatly beside the gurney. Next, he slipped out of his sweatpants. Those too got folded neatly and placed beside the gurney. He left his briefs on. Even though there would be no one there to watch him, there was still an element of embarrassment present from being completely naked.

He turned around and lifted himself up onto the bed, then swung his legs over and laid his head back onto the pillow. There was a whirr, and piezo-electric elastic-polymer straps rose from the sides and secured his arms, legs and chest tightly. Cameron's heartbeat rose. There was no getting out of this now.

The gurney was a brand new automated model, with a little electric motor and a cluster of sensors arranged around the exterior. It slowly trundled down the empty hallway towards the open door to the chamber. The chamber itself was small, only 10 feet by 10 feet. The ceiling was occupied by an array of wires, tubes and mechanical limbs. The automated gurney parked itself under the device. Cameron closed his eyes tight as the limbs swung into action. He gasped as a needle jabbed into his neck, and despite his earlier acceptance, he began to struggle against his restraints. The sedative was very quick however, and the boy soon ceased writhing as his mind slipped into a deep sleep.

The mechanical limb discarded the used needle into a biohazard waste bin, and retrieved a new one from its magazine. The liquid inside was a brand new mix, straight from the lab. The prison had also not been entirely truthful when they said "no observers". There was a single HD camera recording the execution, attached to the automated lethal injection machine. Its unblinking stare watched as the needle slipped into Cameron's arm, its payload shooting into the unconscious boy's arteries.

It happened within an instant. One second, Cameron's BPM and EEG read normal. The next, they flatlined. A single shudder ran through his body as his muscles contracted, then relaxed. The staff heard a soft sigh escape from Cameron's lips as he exhaled his last breath. A high pitched tone sounded, and the prison doctor quickly made his way down to the chamber. She entered the room and made her way to Cameron's body. She laid a finger on his neck and felt for a pulse. There was nothing. Reaching into a vest pocket, she took a small flashlight and pried open his right eyelid. She turned the light on and checked for pupil dilation. There was no reaction. Satisfied, the doctor closed Cameron's eye and laid her hand on his bare chest. It was still warm with residual body heat. Her clinical eyes wandered over his slender form, admiring its youthful smoothness.

Something odd caught her attention. His briefs had a bulge in it. She wondered idly if he had gotten a hard-on while dying. It wasn't a rare phenomenon when she worked the gallows section, but she hadn't seen it happen before in a lethal injection. The doctor let curiosity get to her, and pulled Cameron's undies down. His dick sprang out, ram rod straight and stiffer than steel rebar. The glistening purple head oozed strings of cum.

Her eyes widened. Not only did he have a boner, but he actually managed to bust a nut while dying. The vigor of youth, she thought wryly. The drug might've helped as well.