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The school gymnasium reeked of death and sweat.

That was the first thing Tom noticed as he exited the locker room, still somewhat self conscious of his nudity due to the mandatory antiviral agent injected into his arm in front of his fellow classmates. An unfortunate side effect was the extreme rapid and long lasting erection it gave to men, and as he walked into the gym it was hard to escape the fact every single boy there had a raging boner. The second thing he noticed was the neatly organized lineup of limp, decapitated bodies laid out next to the exit, their neck stumps glistening with wet, bloody muscle tissue.

Every few seconds a female voice called out "NEXT!", and the line of schoolboys inched forward, followed by timid footsteps, and the heavy *THUNK* of an axe biting deep into wood. Tom wet his lips, and stepped forward into the line, waiting behind a slender brunette boy.

The boy looked back, and smiled gratefully.

"Oh Tom, so good to see you!"

"Jack!" Tom exclaimed, leaning forward and embracing the smaller boy.

Jack was Tom's best friend, another 14 year old with an interest in cars, skateboarding, and EDM. They had hit it off immediately at the start of last year, Jack's boisterous personality fitting perfectly with Tom's more reserved, shy nature.

Recently, Tom had started to feel a bit more deeply about Jack. Jack's slender frame, smaller build, his tight little ass, his cute smile and puppy dog eyes, Tom cherished and coveted. He had even started jerking off to Jack's Instagram photos, imagining the two of them wrapped around each other in embrace.

They had both gotten the letter from the Ministry of Overpopulation last weekend. The one every family feared, that their sons or daughters were to be culled from the flock.

Tom held Jack tightly, fear and lust swirling in his heart. He could feel Jack's heart pound against his own, reverberations carried through the contact of sweat-slick skin on sweat-slick skin. Another boy pushed against Tom's back.

"C'mon, move it!" the other boy hissed. "You know what they do to kids that try and delay?"

Reluctantly, Tom and Jack moved forward, albeit with hands clasped around each others waists. His hand slowly moved down Jack's waist, grasping the other boy's erection around the shaft. Jack followed suit, his smaller, softer hand pulling back Tom's foreskin. The two friends began to pump and pull at each other's dicks, cheeks flushed and breath halted and bated.

With each *THUNK*, another young soul left the Earth, and the two lovers inched ever closer to eternal oblivion.
As the boy in front gathered his courage and kneeled in front of the chopping block, Tom came first, exhaling as he felt his loins purge themselves, a thick rope erupting forth from his penis. A mere second later, the axe fell and Jack followed, jizz shooting out and covering Tom's fingers.

The headless body slumped, all life evaporating in a rush of blood pouring from the neck.

Jack smiled sadly, looked up and kissed Tom on the lips. "I wish we coulda…discovered this before", he whispered, his voice catching. He pushed Tom back, and nodded to the woman with the axe. Her partner grasped Jack's shoulders, and gently pushed him down onto his knees. Jack looked down at the block, still wet with the blood of the previous boy, and bit his lips. His heart hammered away.

He laid his neck down gingerly, grimacing at the warmth of the blood, its rusted iron scent flooding his nostrils.
He looked to his right, and locked eyes with the head of one of the previous boys. As the axe woman lifted her tool, Jack swore the severed head mouthed something at him.

The axe came down with a *THUNK*, and Jack's head leapt forward, freed from its connection to its torso of 14 years, tumbling as gravity took hold and dragged it down. To Jack, the world just went blank.

Tom forced himself to watch as Jack's headless body shuddered and flopped on its side, its arms and legs twitching mindlessly. Then it was his turn.

He gathered up his courage and stepped forward, his feet slipping slightly in the semi-congealed pool of blood surrounding the chopping block. Tom felt gentle hands grasp his shoulders and push him down to knees. With his mind screaming at him, he complied, his hands reaching out to stabilize himself as his neck touched the bloody block. He knelt there, and waited, his skin crawling as his brain played through the inevitable sensation of steel parting flesh.

When the axe fell, it almost came as a shock.

Tom's headless body was dragged away to be laid beside Jack, his limbs flopping, a string of cum still stuck between his cockhead and his inner thigh.

A flock of younger boys from the lower grades followed the 14 year olds.

James, 12, a pale little half-Irish half-Chinese boy knelt down on the block, shaking so violently the axe woman's partner had to hold him down in order to ensure a clean cut. At the very last second, James managed to shift an inch backward, and the axehead slammed down on his C2 vertebrae, leaving the axe half buried in his neck. His screams were horrendous, and the axe woman apologized profusely as she wrenched it out and swung again, this time managing to separate head and neck.

Next was Noah, 13. His manner was altogether very calm, politely thanking the axe woman as he knelt down, his tanned neck presenting itself without a hint of fear. As the axewoman struck, she noticed a spurt of off-white cum spatter the pool of blood under Noah. The very last boy of the day was young Liam, age 9. He was nearly catatonic after witnessing his entire friend group get slaughtered, and like James, had to be held down.

She massaged her tired arms, picked up the axe and swung it down. Noah jerked as the axe buried itself into the wood, his cherubic face rolling forward, torso shuddering as all connection to the brain was lost in an instant.