Another execution story, and one I really enjoyed writing.
It’s been two years now since the Great Crash. A single super-virus that spread to every computer on the planet via the internet. The entire world economy, then completely digital, collapsed in a femtosecond. The world devolved into the dark ages.
Slowly, the computer systems were purged of the menace, and society began to recover. It was decided then that financial matters could never again be done electronically. The ancient system of physical money was revived. Little metal discs began to circulate (They said they were once called “coins”). Along with the return of money came a return of another practice of ages past. On both sides of every coin, the phrase, “To counterfeit is death” was prominently written.
Two weeks ago, someone was convicted of making fake coins and using then in local stores. Today, he is going to be hanged in the public square. I got dressed early, and headed to the execution site. I don’t know why. This man never harmed me directly, but I feel some need to see him die. Traffic has been diverted from the square, and a large scaffolding has been built. There is a thick rope tied to the beam. A couple police officers are guarding the structure. There are some people already there, but I still found a place right next to the cordon. I wondered what it would be like, to see someone hang. Truthfully, while I’ve known many people who have died, I was not present at the moment of death. And even then, they died of disease, age, or accident. This man is being deliberately killed for his crimes. That is very different.
I heard an odd sound approaching. There was a horse-drawn cart coming towards the square. While cars were returned to the roads, prisoners are still to be brought to the execution sites in this way. When it drew close enough, I could see the prisoner. He looked young. I think they said he was 22 years old. He was naked, except for what looked like white briefs. His wrists were bound behind his back. There was a sign attached to the front of the cart that said, “To counterfeit is death.” As it pulled in front of the scaffold, the police officers took him by the shoulders and got him out of the cart. He was turned to face the people who had come to see the execution.
“This is a counterfeiter. He has threatened the security of the world’s money, and therefore the safety of the world itself. Such a crime can only merit one punishment. Counterfeiter, do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?”
"I did what was necessary. Your precious financial security is an illusion and a joke. You can kill me, but there are hundreds of others you’ll never catch.“
The guards took the prisoner up several steps to the platform of the scaffold. A masked man approached, and pulled a hood over the counterfeiter’s head. The loop of the rope was put over his head, and pulled tight. For some reason, this has made me erect. The masked man pulled a lever, and the front of the platform dropped down. The counterfeiter fell a few centimeters before the rope became taut. His bare feet began to kick. He pulled at his bound wrists. That is when I noticed his briefs. He was as hard as I was. I wondered how this could be. He’s dying.
After a short while, his hips began to thrust, like a man having sex. I saw a wet spot in his briefs. "Could he have ejaculated?”, I wondered. He struggled much less after that. I was focused on the dying counterfeiter much more than I thought I would be. I noted how he was mostly still. I thought he was dead, but then his foot twitched. This continued until he had been hanging for about seven minutes. Then he suddenly was limp. He urinated, and it ran down his bare legs. The masked man pressed a stethoscope to the prisoner’s chest, then made a gesture. The guard who made the initial announcement said, “The counterfeiter is dead. The sentence of the court is carried out.”
I hurried home, needing desperately to masturbate. As I looked around, I realized that many of the men present had obvious erections like mine. Later that day, when the evening news arrived, I read the article about the hanging, and how after he was declared dead, his body was incinerated, I felt my cock rising again, and hoped that another counterfeiter would be caught soon.
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