Working overtime
This story uses characters from my first story, but you don't have to read it first. I hope you enjoy it.
The last execution which Clyde carried out this day was a rather fast matter. The client was a circa 30 year old mangy looking wolf named Jason who got caught multiple times while dealing with hard drugs. Clyde noticed that Jason was rather out of his mind before his execution. From time to time drugs got smuggled into the federal prison. Rumor had it that this was done by prison guards who let themself pay by demanding sexual acts from addicted prisoners. Clyde asked why in the world someone would like to perform sexual acts with a mangy wolf, but everybody has his own personal tastes. Maybe some guard was turned on when an addicted guy begged for his drugs in front of him. Jason was so drugged that Clyde had to help him to get out of his prison overall, but at least Jason let himself led to the gallow without any clamour. The chubby red fox wanted to spare the wolf any form of prolonged sufferiung and quickly put the noose around Jason's neck. Then he jumped from the platform on which they both were standing. Before the wolf could really figure out what was happening to him right now, Clyde had pressed a button on the control pad which was mounted on the gallow's supporting steel beam. The podest lowered itself into the ground. Clyde had not tied Jason's arms and legs together. He knew that his clients expired faster when they were able to kick and wiggle around - they tired much faster then. Jason's dance did not last for much longer than half a minute before his body went limp. He had tried to free himself from the noose with his paws, but Clyde hat tied it so tight that he stood no chance. Then happened what Clyde had expected beforehand: Shortly before the wolf finally passed out a stream of strong smelling urine squirted out of his half errected penis. It kept on dripping for a while after life had left Jason's body. The fox always advised the prisoners to take their time on the toilet before the execution. But sometimes they just were not able to any form of business as they were to nervous. Clyde took a deep sniff of the wolf's scent. Now he had to clean up again. This was part of his job when something like this happened. At least he had to something for the next ten minutes; which was the amount of time he had to stay with the body of the hanged guy. It made sure that the prisoner, in this case Jason the wolf, was really dead. The fox opened the door to the antechamber of the execution room. There he entered the door that led to the corridor by entering his personal keycode on an electric lock. At the end of the corridor was a repository with cleaning utensils and other stuff. On his way Clyde met his colleague Chuck the Bull who had just left his workrooms and was swinging around his axe. "Hey, be careful with that thing before somebody gets hurt", Clyde joked. Chuck was not able to suppress a little smile. "Are you through with your assignments?" he asked the fox. "No, I have to clean up ... - But only liquids.", Clyde answered. Chuck nodded. He rarely had to clean up urine, but he often had to clean his scaffold from all the blood he produced with his clients. Luckily everything in his workroom was made from steel, so it was easy to clean. "Well, I am going write my records. Maybe we will meet up later in the office." The fox nodded after the bull said this and went on to pick up a bucket, a mop and a bottle of cleaning agent from the repository. After he had filled up the bucket with water he went back into his execution room. He then wiped the pee from the floor under the wolf who swung softly around because of stream of air that the ventilation system let into the room. When he had finished cleaning more than ten minutes had passed. So he was able to take the wolf off the gallow and dragged him to the flap at the rooms rear wall. Behind it was the chute that led straight down to the prison's crematorium. The fox wondered if the two hyenas that worked down there were going to molest the wolf's body. But maybe he was to sickly looking, even for them. Then he let Jason slip down the chute.
After that he left his workrooms, locked the door behind him and put back the cleaning utensils. Then he went to the small office at the end of the corrider. It was were he and his two colleagues did their paperwork. Chuck and his other colleague, Earl the rat, were already busy with their paperwork. Like Clyde himself they were still wearing their leather hoods and their short leather pants. This was mandatory for them even during the time they worked in the office. Nobody should see their faces during their shifts. Luckily the office was also air-conditioned, even that way it became very hot under their hoods. He sat in front of his desk and booted up his computer to write his reports for the day. Fortunately they had a nice database software which was used by all the executioners in the country. Before the database was introduced they had to file all their work manually. When they introduced the software one and a half year ago the fox and his colleagues had to attend a special training where also all the other executioners from the north-east participated. It was a very interesting event where everybody went along well. Also Clyde hat the chance to talk a lot with the colleagues who performed executions by hanging. They exchanged techniques and ways to tie knots. They even put their ideas into practice: One evening they had drunk so much alcohol that they made a little contest out of hanging each other. They were looking for the guy who took the most time before he orgasmed or passed out (or both) while he was dangling from the ceiling of the hotel room with the others playing with his dick. Clyde one came into third place, but he surely was the guy who spilled the most cum on the ground. The fox smiled under his hood and hacked the results his day's work into the computer. Just as he was about to finish the telephone on his desk rang. His phone seldom did this, but when it did it usually meant working overtime. Of course it turned out to be this way. On the other side of the line he heard the prison warden who ordered him to come back to his workroom. There was an urgent assignment waiting for him. Clyde was torn appart between anger and joy. On the one hand is was friday evening and he had planned to guzzle down some beers with Chuck and Earl after work. On the other hand this special assignments were paid very well. He told Chuck and Earl that he would join them at the bar, after he had finished his job and went on his way back to his workroom.
He stood in front of the door and made sure that his pants and his hood sat in the right places. The fox wanted to look good when the warden was around. Then he entered the room where he was awaited by the warden and the two prison guards Roy and Larry. Between the old stallion and the fat german shepherd kneeled a young slim racoon who wore an expensive looking black suit with matching tie. His paws were cuffed behind his back. Behind the group kneeled in similiar fashion a young, pretty marten and a chubby wolf who was looking older than the other two. They were also dressed rather elegantly, but theire clothes were not as expensive as the racoon's clothes. "I am not sure if you know who this is!", the warden said. He was a relaxed looking old badger, one of these types you would rather expect to work in a public library. The fox inspected the racoon. The face looked somehow familiar, but he could not put his finger on it. Before he was able to say anything the warden raised his index finger. "Exactly! Anthony Monaldo!" Now Clyde knew who he saw in front of him. The Monaldos were one of the three remaining criminal families of the region. The other families either wiped out each other in family wars or got crushed by the political events of the recent years. The warden raised his voice again. "As we all know we have to fight against criminal crime with hardness and implacability. Fortunately this criminal scum got caught while engaging in the act of racketeering in Schlechberg." Schlechberg was a district in the northern part of the city and even in these days not a really safe place. "The district administration has ordered us to act quickly. They are going to use this ocassion to take the Monaldo family apart!" Clyde nodded. The warden looked above the rim of his glasses. "They want to report the execution in today's late news programme. I expect you to do your job with the usual reliability. Clyde nodded again, a bit flattered by the wardens words. The warden condescendingly looked down at the racoon. "You may serve his two pals justice at a later time, but Monaldo has to be done tonight." Clyde scratched his chin and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only half past five. He looked into the warden's eyes and told him that he would get his work done before nine o'clock - he was not a bloody beginner. The warden smiled. "See me at my office when you arrive back at work on monday. I want to hear everything. But do not forget to enter your report into the computer today!" Clyde answered: "This will not be a problem. But since I have to work with three clients at once I request the keys to the captives pawcuffs, a baton and a pocket knife. I want do prevent the three from getting any ideas ..." The warden ordered Roy and Larry to hand the requested objects over to Clyde before they left the room. When the warden left the room, he told Clyde that there was a clipboard with the relevant data lying on the bench in the room. Clyde then locked the door with his keycode and stood with crossed arms in front of his three clients.
Until now he did not notice that the three guys were beaten up rather severely. All of them had bloody spots on their clothes and bodies, their suits had become rather dirty. The fox pondered about how he should approach this job. The three were looking up at him. Silent anger was glowing in the eyes of the wolf, the marten looked incredibly frightened, the racoon's mood seemed to swing between bouts of fear and calmness. Clyde picked up the clipboard and studied the first paper attached to it. Then he read it aloud: "Freddie Mancini - Timberwolf, 42 years of age. robbery, rape, member of a criminal organisation, probably guilty of manslaughter." He looked at the wolf. "I guess this must be you." The wolf growled and nodded. Clyde read the second paper: "William Hawke - Marten, 21 years of age. Robbery, Extortion, drug trafficking. Unusual name for something who is involved with the mafia." It was the racoon who mumbled that they went to the boarding school together. After Clyde heard this he read the data concerning the racoon: "Anthony Monaldo - racoon, also 21 years of age. Youngest son of the Monaldo crime family, arrested because of racketeering and the posession of drugs. - You three are an interesting team." The fox spread his arms. "I want you to behave orderly. If one of you tries to resort to violence or if you do any harm to your executioner all of you will get cut into little pieces bit by bit tomorrow." William gasped, he read about suchs punishments in some book he had read in the library. Anthony also shivered a little. Freddie did not show much of an reaction. Probably he was the guy who got rid of the Monaldo's enemies buy cutting them into little pieces. Clyde had to hang him first to keep the other two guys quiet and comfortable. He sighed, this would be a quite complex job to fulfill. The executioners had to work alone to make sure that only reliable people put their paws on the prisoner's necks. Also there was only one person to blame when something went wrong.
He slowly stepped towards the chubby wolf and looked down at him. They looked into each other's eyes. That anger still had not vanished from the wolf's gaze. But it seemed that the wolf's anger was not aimed at the fox. He ordered Freddie to stand up and helped him when had trouble to do so. Clyde did not want to take their pawcuffs off. So he took the pocket knife that the guards had left for him. Freddies Jacket was already unbuttoned and his shirt had lost one button. Clyde began to cut away the remaining buttons from the wolf's shirt, then he cut up his sleeves of his jacket and shirt until he was able to undress the upper body of the wolf. The wolf's large belly swoll over his pants' waistband. Clyde really appreciated Freddie's calmness which even did not go away when the fox unzipped his pants which he pulled down together in a single motion with his briefs. Luckily the guards had already removed the shoes from the three guys. The wolf stoically stepped out of his pants and stood in the room naked. Clyde inspected him again. Freddie still was very calm, only his breath had become heavier.
Next he asked the marten to stand up. William was young and agile enough to do this without much effort. Still he was very scared and Clyde noticed this and gently grabbed his right arm. He led him next to Freddie and told him that he should not be afraid. "If you stay calm this whole thing will just be a long scare for you." A tear ran down William's cheek, he sobbed. Suddenly a deep voice said: "Do as he says, trust him!" Freddie gazed at William. "It is probably the most comfortable way to die for people like us." William listened to Freddie and instantly became much calmer than before. Clyde again looked into the wolf's eyes. The wolf nodded gently and the fox knew that Freddie had arranged himself with his fate. He probably had lived a criminal life that he knew that he would never die of natural causes. Clyde removed the clothes from the martens body like he had tone with the wolf before. When the marten was naked, he laid his head against Freddie's shoulder.
The last one still in clothes was Anthony, the racoon. Standing up was hard for him. But his family had taught him that a Monaldo never shows signs of weakness. Still it cost him a lot of strength. Without getting ordered by Clyde he positioned himself next to the other two. When the fox cut down his suit into pieces he worried a litte. His father gave him the suit just a few days ago and today he had worn it for the first time. After the racoon was also freed of his clothes Clyde sniffed in the scent of the three males. He had decided to not have them go to the toilet first as this would have led to more unrest than necessary. If any of them produced dirt doing their execution he could clean up the mess afterwards. He opened the door to the execution chamber and ordered Freddie, Wiliam and Anthony to enter the room in that particular order.
Clyde had the habit to put a fresh noose on the gallow after he had finished his last execution for the day. So he could start the next shift with less stress. The raccoon and the marten were shocked when they saw the steely death tree in the centre of the room. Freddie was calm as usual. "William and Anthony, you to kneel in front of the gallow.", Clyde commanded in his most gravely voice. Anthony was not really used to get such peremptory orders and almost wanted to rebel against the fox but Freddie gave him a deadly stare. Both the racoon and the marten kneeled down in front of the gallow. Freddie did not wait for any command and went straight onto the platform beneath the gallow (Clyde hat not fully lowered it into the ground). The fox hit one of the buttons on the keypad that was mounted on the supporting beam of the gallow. The platform arose. After it was high enough Clyde climbed onto it and stood behind the wolf. He took the noose that was already hanging from the gallow and put it around Freddies neck. Before he tightened the noose Freddie turned his head around and lookd into Clyes eyes one final time. Clyde was now assured that Freddie wanted to act as a role model for William and Anthony. Clyde left the platform, took a deep breath and lowered the platform via his keypad. He lowered is as slow as possible. Then he took position behind the marten and the racoon to watch the wolf with them. While the platform lowered itself Freddies penis emerged from his sheath. It took only seconds for his big meaty cock to become fully errect. The scent of his manliness filled the room and the noses of the other three. Freddie stayed calm for almost a full minute. Only his cock was twitching in front of the others. Even when he finally ran out of air he tried to stay calm. Pre-Cum dripped from his tip. Then all of sudden his whole body twitched violently and he gasped loudly. Finally the contents of his big fluffy balls gushed out, covering the faces of the marten and the racoon who were sitting in front of him with some of his cum. They looked at each other both shocked and excited.
"Freddie should be an example for you.", the fox said to the other two and noticed Freddies cum on their faces. "He made you all dirty, please pardon this. Some people cannot control this." Anthony turned his head and gave a wry grin: "It was not the first time that Freddie 'shot' in our faces." He poked William with his elbow. "But Will usually liked it when Freddie put his load into his rear." William looked to the ground in shame, there was pre-cum dripping from his dick. "He was so big ...", the marten moaned. Clyde stood in front of them and looked at their errected penisses. They seemed to be much more even tempered after they had watched Freddie's dance. Clyde also liked what he had seen and his pants were not able to hide this. "It appears to me that you liked what you have seen. Next, we will ..." Anthony interrupted him sassily: "I guess you liked too!" Clyde touched the bulge that showed through his pants. "Mhh ... I am just a simple fox." He bent down a little. "If you promise to behave I will let you have a look." The marten was even more excited: "Yes, please!". William seemed to be fond of older chubby males. Clyde smirked under his hood and went to the iron bar, that was mounted to wall. There were some more nooses he had prepared as well as ropes in different sizes. "Just a second", he said. He took a rope which he hanged over his shoulder. Then he took two nooses. He pressed a key on the platform-control. The platform rose again. Clyde proceeded to climb on the platform where he pushed Freddies body to the side. Clyde had the decided to hang the three next to each other. He attached the two nooses to the gallow. Instead of climbing down the platform as usual he jumped down from it. He landed in front of William and Anthony. He tried the best to not let them notice the pain in knees he got after the jump and unbottened his leather pants. He grabbed into the codpiece and pulled out his dick. The strong fox smell was in the air now. Clyde was not able to compete with Freddie when it came to the size of his cock, but for a fox he was incredibly well endowed. Both put their muzzles close to his penis and started licking his tip, shaft and knot. Clyde moand and a little bit of pre-cum ran from his tip. It was Anthony who licked his tip clean, William was more interested in his knot. He would have loved to cum for the two of them. But he had to do business with them and an orgasm would ruin the tension for him.
He petted their heads and told them that he unfortunately had to do other things with them. He bent down towards William and fondled his cheeks. "You are next, but don't worry. Anthony and I will make it as comfortable for you as we can." The marten gasped again, Anthony was irritated by what the fox had just said. After William had stood up Clyde wrapped his arm around his hip. The tight grip reminded the marten of Freddie who often had hold him like this. It also reminded him about the fact that Freddie's paws could be very gentle or pretty hurtful, just like the foxes' paws. Clyde led him to the platform and helped him to climb it. William looked at Freddie who was hanging next to him and sighed. Clyde put the noose around his neck and tightened it as much as he could. William was pretty leightweight. Sometimes the prisoner's own weight was not enough to suffocate him, then Clyde had to help manually. Sometimes this was unpreventable, but Clyde always felt like he had done something wrong when this happened. After he had tightened the rope he took the rope from his shoulder and tied the martens legs together. Then he hugged the marten closely from behind and petted his belly, chest and his genitals. William felt comfortable now. Clyde did this for three minutes or so before he left the platform. He commanded Anthony to stand up in front of the platform. After the racoon stood up the fox pushed the button and the podest lowered itself again. Clyde positioned himself behind William and hold his legs. He had tied them together, but he feard that still would kick to much. On the other of the platform stood Anthony. Now he knew what Clyde meant by saying that they were going to make it comfortable for William. The platform was now so low enough that William was hanging in the air with his cock right in front of Anthony's face. He did not hesitate to suck the martens cock. William was wheezing and began to kick but Clyde was able to hold him tight. The martens cock twitched hot in the racoons muzzle and filled it with pre. William gasped louder and finally gave in to the darknes that built up in front of his eyes, the feeling of breathlesness and Anthony's tongue that played with his cock so skillfully. Seconds later he filled the racoons muzzle with the last load of his life. The racoon's muzzle was soon full and he let loose of the marten's cock. So the final shot landed in Anthony's face. William went quite and Clyde stopped holding his legs. Suddenly the marten wheezed and twitched again. Then he began to piss. Of course he hit the racoon in front of him with his urine. But Anthony did not get out of the way, instead he let his fur get soaked with the smelly and warm brine. William reared one final time, then his body went limp just like Freddie's.
Clyde moved William's body to the far side of Freddie's body so that there was space left in the middle for Anthony. The fox had a penchant for symbolism: Anthony was the son of the mafia boss, so he was the leader of the pack. That is why he should watch his minions die in front of his eyes and hang between them in the end. He looked at the soaked racoon who reeked of the smell of the marten's urine. Clyde was very satisfied about how his special assignment had turned out. Anthony smiled at him. "I always wanted to try this". Clyde was fascinated with Anthony like he had been fascinated with Freddie. Anthoy was very calm too, but showed this touch of juvenile naughtiness. Clyde took a deep breath again. "Thanks for your help. I think we made it easier for your friend." - "Thank you, that you were so gentle with William." Anthony sighed. "William did not have an easy life. His family was rich but his father never loved him and I guess he won't even register his death. Freddie had been like a father to him. I think that's why he was so calm, he wanted a role model to Will." - "Well, he did his job well.", Clyde answered. "I think your embraces gave him the warmth he needed after Freddie was gone." "Freddie was there to keep an eye on you?", Clyde asked the racoon. "Yes, my father assigned him to do this. First he looked only after me, until William and I became friends at the boarding school. Freddie always warned us about the fact that we could get killed at anytime. This could be through the hands of another family or by the hands of the state. I think Freddie was rather happy that he did not die on the streets but rather found his death on your paws." Clyde petted Anthony's wet chin. "Probably." He smiled, even if Anthony was not able to see this under Clyde's hood. "But now its finally time for you to go."
The platform was raised again. After that the racoon climbed it without hearing any further commands from the fox. Clyde climbed the platform after Anthony and tightened the noose around his neck. Anthony was delighted. "Wow, I did not think that this would feel so awesome". Clyde embraced the racoon for a while, just like he did before with William. "I am going to just let you dangle, I will not tie your legs together. You are allowed to kick freely. The only thing I expect is that you shoot a nice load on the floor for me." The racoon pricked his ears. He interpreted this as a challenge, he would show his executioner ...
Clyde left the platform and let it lower itself into the ground for the final time. He placed himself in front of the gallow and watched Anthony. The racoon seemed to want to follow the wolf's exampe and stay as calm as possible. But soon he ran out of air and began to kick around. Clyde enjoyed this and began to play with his cock. Anthony felt that the darkness in his head spread faster when he twitched and kicked. He overcame his feelings and got more quiet again. He was slowly turning from the left to the right. Clyde was worrying if the racoon was able to cum by himself and prepared to help him out. But just before Clyde was to grab the racoons cock the cum gushed out of it. First he squirted and the floor, but the next two squirts ended up in William's fur who was hanging next to him. Then it was over.
The fox did not wait long, raised the platform and climbed on it. He took the pocket knife and cut the ropes on which Freddie and William were hanging. Their bodies fell down on the floor. Then it came to him, that the mandatory ten minutes of waiting were far from being over in Anthony's case. Also he was the only one in this room who did not have the chance to cum today. He hold the racoon with one arm and raised his tail with the other. Today Clyde would be faster than the two hyena's from the crematorium ...
Just an hour later Clyde arrived at the bar in which he wanted to meet Earl and Chuck. After he got served his first beer he took a look at the television screen that was mounted at the wall. The presenter of the late news just announced that Anthony Monaldo, the youngest son of the Monaldo crime family, had been arrested together with two of his underlings while they were collecting protection money in the city and that they had been executed shortly afterwards. Clyde gave a crooked smile and raised his glass to Earl and Chuck.