The execution
To Yagov
Sangria, who edited the story It’s early, very
early. The sun is just rising at the horizon and the sky above us is still
dark. But it’s time. It’s time to fetch the prisoner, it’s time to shoot him.
It’s a great honour, for me and for my platoon, to shoot Ramón Llera, the hero of the cavalry charge of Calatrava and many other memorable battles, a valiant
soldier whose noble deed procured him three golden medals. They call him the
Bull, because of his strength, and not only of his strength. You don’t shoot
a hero every day. You don’t shoot your lover and your best friend every day.
I’ll do it today. I am in front of
the door of his cell, with two soldiers and the cell guard. The guard takes a
key from his chain and unlocks the door. - Wait here. I take the torch and I enter the
cell alone. I close the door behind me. I should be in this cell, with Ramón,
to wait for my fate. Today I should be on the other side of the platoon I’ll
command. And I would, but Ramón didn’t let me. When he realized that the plot
had been discovered, he forced me to denounce him. So he is going to die. I
was an accomplice and now I am now the hero who saved the nation. It is dark in the
cell, which hasn’t any windows. At the light of the torch I can see Ramón,
who is standing up, in front of me. I look at him. I know his body very well,
I know it like only a lover can, but I look at him again. He is tall, taller
than Spanish usually are, heavy, sturdy-limbed, with a large, hairy belly. He
wears only an old shirt, completely open, and a pair of old, almost ragged
trousers. He came here in his uniform, but we undressed him and gave him this
shirt too little and these old trousers. He is barefoot. He stands proud and
erect, smiling. I can see, it is impossible not to see it, that is hard cock
is filling his pants, stretching them. Yes, Ramón is going
to die, but he is smiling. - It’s time, Ramón. I would like to
stop the execution, but it is too late, now. And Ramón wouldn’t agree. I’ll do
what I have to do, what we decided to do. What he decided. - Cheer up, Pedro! Ramón, who is going
to die, is cheering me up! I could laugh, I could cry. I pluck up courage and
I smile, too. - Ready, Ramón? Ramón’s smile
widens and he nods, then his hand points to his cock and he says: - Too ready. I
cannot wait any longer. This last hour I wished many times I had my hands
tied behind my back. I look at his
large, hairy hand. I know the touch of this hand, I know its strength, its
levity. I breathe hard. Ramón laughs. - I am afraid you
are not ready, are you? Then his smile
vanishes. - Pedro, please,
enjoy it. If I were in your place, I would enjoy it, a lot, really. His hand starts to
feel my crotch through the fabric of my uniform. I try to smile, but it’s
difficult. - Pedro, it is what
I want, what I really want. I think that when I started this stupid idea of
the revolt, I was only looking for this. We know both that we couldn’t
succeed. You told me, but I didn’t want to admit it. And now, now is perfect.
You’ll do it, you. Pedro, really, if I were in your place, I would enjoy it.
Four holes here – and he put his hands against my belly – and four holes here
– and his hand moves to my breast. I would like to kill you, because I love
you, Pedro, and there is no better way of dying than being shot by a man you
love, a man who loves you. - I am only the
commander of the firing-squad. - Yes, but for me
every shot, it will be you. You can feel how I am anticipating it! His hand drives my
hand toward the firebrand stretching his pants. When I touch it, the effect
is immediate, I can feel my cock hardening. I feel Ramón’s odour, now, I can
see the sweat on his forehead. My body is bracing, now. He speaks again: - Time is getting
short. Are you ready? Will you do what I asked you to do? I nod, vigorously. - Everything, until
the end? I nod again. He smiles. Gently,
he kisses me on my lips. - Forward! I smile. For the
first time, it is a full smile. Yes, he wants it, I want it. I open the door. - Come in. The soldiers and
the guard enter. -Tie his hands
behind his back! They take his large
arms and force them behind his back. He could easily throw the soldiers away,
he is so strong, but he has accepted his fate. He is still smiling and his
cock is rock-hard. Mine too. I am ready now, yes, I am ready to do it, to
enjoy it. - Go! I have my soldiers
pull Ramón out of the cell and into the corridor. We come out into the open
air. The sky is blue, now, and the sun is shining upon the wall. The wall
where Ramón is going to be shot. The rest of my men
are waiting. The two soldiers
lead Ramón to the wall. No blindfold, no ropes. Only his hands are tied and
his big chest seems to be even bigger. He is smiling, while he stands up
against the wall. I look at the soldiers. Some of them are smiling, too. They
like to kill. And they are jeering because they are looking at Ramón’s huge
hard-on. Impossible not to notice it. I hope my hard-on is not so apparent. I
think that the jacket should hide it. I look at him. Yes,
I am ready, now, I am anticipating what is going to happen. My cock is so
tense that it is aching. Ramón, you are going to die, in a minute or two
you’ll be a corpse lying on the dirt. This thought, that two hours ago was
distressful, now is exciting me more and more. - Attention! The jeering stops,
the soldiers get into the position of attention. They are very near to their
target, they won’t miss it. They’ll hit exactly where they have to hit. Ramón
knows it. - Shoulder rifles! I look at Ramón. I
look at his large, hairy breast, at his big belly. I smile at him. He is
sweating, I can see the shining drops running down his belly. But he is
looking at the soldiers, fierce, strong, like the hero he is. He feels I am
looking at him and our eyes meet. I speak again, but
it seems to me that someone else is giving orders. - Position your
rifles at the shoulder. Our glances seem to
be locked. I breathe in. I am certain that I cannot say a word any more, but
I hear my voice, strong: - Make ready. Ramón is going to die.
Ramón is smiling. I am hard. I am going to see the holes in his belly, in his
chest. I am hard. I am going to see his blood. I am hard. I am going to see
his corpse. - Take aim. Eight rifles are
now aimed towards the man against the wall. As Ramón asked, they won’t shoot
together. I look at him. It is the last time I see him living. Now, now, now
the bullets, the pain, the blood, the death. I am going to cum. I love him.
He is going to die. I’ll kill him. I am going to cum. - First squad,
fire! Four men shoot.
Four bullets reach their goal and in Ramón’s belly blood is oozing from four
holes. The impact throws him back against the wall. He staggers, but he
succeeds in standing up. The pain twists his face, sweat and blood are
mixing. He is still standing, against the wall. He is a man, a real man. The
Bull is still alive, but death is coming and my voice will call it. - Second squad,
fire! The other four
soldiers shoot. The four bullets open four holes in Ramón’s breast, on the
right side. I gave this order: Ramón wanted to feel his death and he wanted
that the final shot would be mine. Ramón’s knees give
way, the body sinks down, but the wall supports it. His face is contorted in
agony, but while I am approaching, I can see the large wet stain on his pants.
It is not blood. I smile again, happy, triumphant. I place my palm against
Ramón’s forehead, forcing his head up, I look Ramón in his eyes, I look at
the blood spewing from the corner of his mouth. Ramón is smiling, his eyes
are thanking me. I stick the barrel of my pistol into Ramón’s mouth and
squeeze the trigger. The head has a
violent jerking and it is the end. Ramón, the hero, the Bull, is only a
corpse, now. There is something
else to do, now, and I have to do it immediately. I cannot wait any more. - Take this
scoundrel to the round cell. The men try to lift
Ramón. It is not easy: he is heavy, but they manage to drag the body, leaving
a bloody trail on the ground. They take it to a little underground cell,
under the tower. - Out! They go out. I
fasten the door. At the light of the
torch, I look at Ramón. The corpse is dirty of blood and dust. I would like
to look at him for hours and hours, but I cannot wait. I unbutton his pants,
freeing his large, rock-hard, cock and his huge balls. I look at the white
stain on the cockhead, I can smell the strong odour that I know so well, the
real man’s odour. Yes, everything has been perfect. I caress the balls and
the cock: they are still warm. Then I undress
myself. I am naked, now. I am on his body. I take the large cock I know so
well in my hands and I sit myself on it. Slowly, the cock impales me and I
feel the pain I always felt when Ramón fucked me and the almost unbearable
pleasure that I know so well. Now I am sitting on Ramón’s body, the cock is
completely into my arse. I cannot wait any more. I lift myself and I sit
again twice. It is enough: my cock starts to throb and from my balls a wave of pleasure rises, stunning me. I think I am
going to faint. A large spray of
cum goes up and then down on Ramón chest and belly. Blood, dust, cum. There
is a drop on his mouth, too. He would like it. Some minutes later,
when I can breathe again, I slowly rise. I feel Ramón’s cock leaving my arse
for the last time. I put my uniform
on. I look at Ramón again, I close his pants, then I leave the cell. One guard is
coming. - An officer is
asking for you. I nod. He comes to
check. They want to be sure Ramón is really dead. He is. I accompany him
into the cell. He look at the corpse, he smiles and he goes away. The Bull is
dead. The men have
already dug the grave. I open the door of
the cell, I call the soldiers. The men take the
corpse and they drag him to the grave, a simple hole in a corner of the yard.
They make the body fall into the hole. I look at Ramón’s
body for the last time of my life. He fell face up and I look at the holes,
the dirt, the blood. Two soldiers open
their pants, as we often do when we bury a traitor. They begin to piss on the
corpse. Yes, we always do it. I imitate them and soon we are all pissing on
Ramón’s body. The piss washes away the blood and the dirt. Yes, it is good. I
can see Ramón’s face, I could swear that he is smiling. Then the soldiers
fill the grave. |
