Personal Services 2

 

     About two months had passed since Andy’s execution, and Jack had wasted no time in courting the beautiful Jessica. He wined and dined her and showered her with gifts. Jack was also a great catch financially, having inherited all of Andy’s wealth and property.

Slowly, she had responded to his affection, and developed a genuine fondness, if not love, for Andy’s younger brother. While he had some of his brother’s good looks, he had a certain aloofness, even a coldness, about him that Andy never had. Jack sensed all this, but was determined to land his prize. He had spent $30,000 to have Andy executed, and his goal all along was to clear the field so that he could marry Jessica. Tonight, he was pulling out all the stops. He was going to propose to Jessica, and when she said yes, he was going to take her to his bedroom to consummate their union. He had tried many times to take her to bed, but she had always refused. She told him that after what happened to Andy, she didn’t want to have sex unless she was at least engaged to the gentleman in question.

      Shortly before 6pm, Jessica arrived at Jack’s house. “Ah, Jessica, you look ravishing!”

     “Why, thank you, Jack! You’re so kind. You almost remind me of Andy!” and with that remembrance, she began to cry.

     “There, there, Jessica! Let me dry your eyes. Jack will always be here to take care of you. And you’re right on time, dinner is ready!”

     Jack led her into his dining room, where he had a table set for a very intimate dinner for two. The table was set perfectly with candlelight providing the only illumination.

     “Why, Jack! It all looks lovely! The food smells delicious! You know that steak and lobster is my favorite dish!”

     “Thank you, Jess! And you know what my favorite dish is?”

     Jack winked as he said this, and Jessica laughed at his comment. He then held out her chair, and they enjoyed a fine dinner. After dinner, Jack told Jessica he had made a special dessert. He came back with a square cake slice in a box from Ghirardelli, the famous chocolatier. She took her fork to cut a piece, but the fork hit something solid.

    “What’s in here, Jack?”

    “Why not take it out and find out?”

     Jessica cut away the cake and found a small box with the logo “Helzburg Diamonds” on it. Jessica turned to Jack and asked him, “What is this?”

     Jack had gotten down on one knee and asked Jessica, “Will you marry me, Jessica?”

     “Jack, this is so sudden! I don’t know what to say!”

     “Say yes, and you’ll make me the happiest man on earth, my love!”

     “Jack, do you still have the daiquiri mixes in the freezer? I could use one about now. Do you mind if I get one?”

     “For you, Jess, anything! Help yourself; what’s mine is yours! Fix me one too, we’ll toast to our life together!”

     “Thanks, Jack. I’ll be right back. I need a drink before I give you an answer.” And with that, Jessica went into the kitchen. She got two glasses from the cupboard. She found the mix and got it from the freezer. As she removed it, she noticed a jar behind it. She pulled it out, and saw it was from Coldiani Execution Services, and had Andy Stark’s name on it. She realized at once that it was Andy’s frozen sperm. She took it out and held it in her hands with tears in her eyes. Then she looked at the base of the jar.

     “That’s strange! I wrote, “I Love You, Andy!” in permanent marker, and it’s not on this jar! I think I need to call Mr. Coldiani and get to the bottom of this, but Jack’s going to want an answer to his proposal when I bring him the drinks. Think, Jess, how should I answer him?” She replaced the jar in the freezer, finished preparing the drinks, and returned to the dining room table and Jack.

     Jack held out her chair as she sat. He then took his drink, and facing Jess, raised his glass and said, “To the most beautiful woman on earth from the luckiest man who’s about to become her husband!”

     They clinked their glasses together, and Jess said, “Jack, I would be honored to be your wife!”

     Jack then raced to her side, but Jessica stopped his advance, saying, “I really must go. I have so many things to plan for our wedding. You do understand, darling?”

     “Of course, Jessica. You’ve made me very happy!”

     “Thanks, Jack. I’ll call you tomorrow. We need to set a date for the wedding, so that I can get all the planning done, the caterer, the coordinator, choose my bridesmaids, and send out all the invitations. Bye, Jack.”

     “Goodbye, my love.”

     Jessica got to her car and drove off. She stopped about a mile away and looked through her phone. Sure enough, she still had the number from Coldiani Execution Services in the memory from when Mr. Coldiani had called her with the tragic news of Andy’s execution date.  She raced home and into her house. She had an important phone call to make.

     She called the number, and John Coldiani answered himself. “Coldiani Execution Services, John Coldiani speaking, how may I help you?”

     “Yes, Mr. Coldiani. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Jessica. You executed my fiancée Andy two months ago.”

     “Yes, Jessica. While we never met in public, I do recall our phone conversation. If it’s any comfort, I really liked Andy in the brief time I knew him. It’s really a pity that someone paid me to execute him.”

     “That’s why I’m calling, Mr. Coldiani. I have a question I need to ask you.”

     “I’ll answer it if I can. What is the question?”

     “Mr. Coldiani, was it Andy’s brother, Jack, who paid you for the execution?”

     “I am sorry, Jessica, but I cannot answer that question. The person who paid me paid for our most expensive package. One of the extras that comes with that package is total anonymity.”

     “Very well, but maybe you can answer this question. You sent me a glass jar with Andy’s sperm in it. Did you also send Jack one?”

     “Let me check my records. Why, yes, he did request a glass jar to be sent to him. But the jar we sent him was empty. I told him that you had all of Andy’s sperm in your jar. Why do you ask?”

     “I’d rather not discuss this over the phone. Are you still at your office?”

     “No, it’s after hours. I’ll reopen at 8am tomorrow.”

     “Great! Can I meet you at your office then?”

     “Certainly, Jessica. May I ask why you would like to meet me? I did execute your fiancée. And you know you can’t claim the body.”

     “No, sir. I understand all that. I would like to retain your services.”

     “I see! Would you care to tell me who?”

    “Not over the phone, please. I’ll discuss it with you tomorrow at 8am.”

     “Very well. You do know that my services don’t come cheap! The person who paid for Andy’s execution paid me $30,000.00 and all of it up front. I’m sorry, but due to the nature of our business, we do not offer financing or payment plans.”

     “Don’t worry, sir. I have an inheritance from my grandfather. I’ll see you at 8am. You do accept checks, correct?”

     “A check will be fine. We also accept credit cards, but understandably, not all of my customers wish to use them. I will expect you at 8am sharp.”

     “I’ll be there, sir! Goodbye for now.” With that, Jessica hung up and got ready for bed. Tomorrow would be a very big day in her life.

     The next morning, Jessica was up early, and left around 7:30am for Coldiani Execution Services. She arrived at 7:55am and walked into the lobby.

     “I am here to see Mr. Coldiani, I have an appointment. My name is Jessica Fielding.”

     “Please wait here, Ms Fielding. I’ll let Mr. Coldiani know that you’re here.”

     The receptionist then paged Mr. Coldiani, and informed him that his 8am appointment had arrived. She then turned to Jessica and said, “Ms. Fielding, Mr. Coldiani will see you now. Straight down this hall, and his office is the third door on the left.”

     Jessica went down the hall Mr. Coldiani welcomed her at the door. “Ah, good morning, Ms. Fielding, I am John Coldiani! Please come in and have a seat.”

    Jessica sat down in a large antique chair, while Mr. Coldiani took a seat at the sumptuous chair behind his desk.  “Mr. Coldiani, I will come right to the point! I need your services!”

    “Very well, Ms. Fielding. Whom do you wish executed?”

     “My fiancée. And please, you can call me Jessica.”

     “I’m afraid I’m a bit confused, Jessica. Your fiancée, Andy Stark, was executed last spring.”

     “Oh, no, Mr. Coldiani. I am now engaged to Andy’s younger brother, Jack Stark! He is the one I wish you to execute!”

     “You don’t have to answer this, but may I ask why?”

     “I’ll tell you. When Andy was executed, you sent me a container of his sperm. I gave that container to Jack to store in his freezer. He had offered to do it. Then, he began paying more and more attention to me, taking me on dates and wining and dining me. Last night, he proposed marriage while I was at his house. Before I answered him, I went into the kitchen to fix us both a daiquiri. While the freezer was open, I noticed the jar with your label on it. What Jack didn’t know was that I’d written “I Love You Andy” on the base of the jar in permanent marker. This jar had no such marking. I’m convinced that it’s the jar you sent Jack, and that he destroyed poor Andy’s jar with the sperm in it. I can’t marry a man who would stoop that low. To think he sat there comforting me during Andy’s execution, while he had probably already destroyed Andy’s sperm. He knew I planned to use that sperm to have Andy’s children!”

    “And Jack destroyed Andy’s sperm to prevent that! Interesting!”

     “So, Mr. Coldiani, how much will it cost me to have Jack executed? I want the same privacy that the person who ordered Andy killed got.”

     “Jessica, that package would be our elite plan. It costs $30,000.00. You also get a live feed of his execution, and should he agree, we’ll milk him and send you his sperm. We usually give the condemned the final decision as to whom the sperm goes to. I’m assuming that since you’re his fiancée, that he’ll want you to have it.”

    “Mr. Coldiani, because of Jack’s actions, I can never bear Andy’s children! I want you to convince him to undergo the milking, Once the milking is complete, and he’s ready for execution, I want there to be an “accident” with the container of his sperm. Tell him that the sperm were destroyed just before you execute him, and while I’m watching that live feed. Let it sink into him that all of his scheming was for naught; that the Stark lineage will end with his death! I’ll gladly pay the $30,000.00 fee. To whom do I make out the check?”

     “Please make the check out to Coldiani Personal Services, INC. Then I will collect the check and run it electronically. I should warn you that if for any reason the funds are unavailable, then your own life would be forfeit. The fact that you’re a woman would change nothing.”

     “Here is the check, and don’t worry. That account has much more than is necessary to cover the check.”

     “Very good, Jessica. Now, if you will wait for about a minute, I will process it through my computer.”

     “Ah, very good. The check has cleared. Now, we need to figure out a method of capturing Jack.”

     “Well, Mr. Coldiani, how did you capture Andy? Couldn’t we use that method on Jack?”

     “I’m afraid not, Jessica. I’m going to take you into confidence since Jack is the condemned now. It’s the one clause in the contract that allows me to reveal the name of the person who paid for an execution. Should the person paying for an execution ever be condemned to death, the confidentiality clause is null and void. You already suspected it anyway. Jack paid for Andy’s execution. We used a phony Italian restaurant to snare Andy. Since Jack delivered Andy there, he’d know it’s a fake. But I just remembered something. Didn’t you say that you and Jack are engaged to be married?”

    “Yes, sir!”

    “Have you made any arrangements for the wedding?”

     “Well, Jack did get me a ring at Helzburg Jewelers. But we haven’t set a date or hired a wedding coordinator!”

     “Excellent! I was hoping that was the case. Tell Jack you found a wedding coordinator, and that he will handle everything; the venue, the reception, the photographer, the caterer, flowers, and even the bridal gown and the tux for the groom. Sort of one-stop shopping for the wedding, as it were. Here’s a business card for you to give him.”

     Jessica took the card and read it. JC’s Wedding Coordinator, We Handle Everything Except Saying I DO!

    “That’s convenient. The location is right across the street from this business. But I don’t remember seeing any signs for that company.”

     “There aren’t any. But you have Jack there at noon tomorrow. The signs will be up then.”

     “OK. But how will you capture him?”

     “That, my dear, is my concern. Bring him in your car. Tell him you want to drive. When you arrive, park your car and both of you come into the store. Naturally, I won’t be there. The risk of Jack recognizing me is too great. One of my associates will handle everything.”

     “Well, when Jack and I arrive at the Wedding Coordinator store, whom should I ask for?”

     “Ask for Mr. Smith, Mr. Donald Smith. He’s one of my most trusted assistants.”

     “Thank you, Mr. Coldiani. I’ll have Jack there at noon.”

     “Excellent, Jessica. And unlike Andy, it will be a pleasure to rid the world of Jack Stark!”

     Jessica returned home, and immediately called Jack. “Hi, honey! I just found the most awesome wedding coordinator! They’re reasonable, only  $30,000.00, and they take care of everything! They’ll arrange the church, the reception, flowers, music, catering, my gown and your tuxedo. It’s all included!”

    “I don’t know, Jess. It sounds a little pricey to me.”

    “I thought you loved me, Jack! I tell you, they’re awesome! And remember, it’s an all-inclusive price! But if you want to cancel the engagement…”

     “No, Jess, you know I don’t. When do we pay them?”

     “I already did, silly boy! We have an appointment for noon tomorrow. They want to discuss everything, the date, venues, what menu, all of that. And they need us to choose your tux and my gown. They’ll do the fittings then.”

     “I thought it was bad luck for the groom to see the gown before the wedding.”

    “Jack, don’t worry! You won’t see my gown. They have separate fitting areas for the bride and the groom.”

     “Okay, Jess. When do I pick you up?”

     “No, Jack. I’ll pick you up. Every time we go anywhere, you drive. My poor car isn’t getting any use. I want to drive this time. Besides, I know the directions.”

     “Very well, Jess. What time is the appointment? And where is it located?”

     “The appointment’s at noon, and it’s downtown, off of Main Street. The coordinator’s name is Mr. Donald Smith.”

     “OK, Jessica. Pick me up at my house at 11:30. That should give us plenty of time.”

     The next morning, Jessica drove up the driveway of Jack’s house in her cherry-red Mustang convertible. She honked the horn, and Jack came out and got in. As he did, he bent across the seat and kissed Jessica on the lips.

     “How sweet, Jack! I hope you’re as excited as I am about today.”

    “You know I am, baby! Hey, have you thought about a date for the wedding? You know Mr. Smith will ask us that.”

     “How about May 17^th? That’s my birthday.”

     “I wish it was sooner, but if that’s the date you want, then it’s fine by me.”  They then drove downtown, pulling into a parking space right in front of JC’s Wedding Coordinator. As he got out of the car, Jack thought the street looked familiar, then saw the building across the street, and realized it housed the Execution Services building, where his brother Andy had been executed a few months earlier. He gave a slight shudder, then smiled at Jessica and entered the wedding shop with her.

    Once inside, Jack walked up to the reception desk, and told the attendant, “Hello, my name is Jack Stark and this is my fiancée, Jessica Fielding. We have a noon appointment with Mr. Donald Smith to discuss our upcoming wedding.”

     “Very good, Mr. Stark. If you will please have a seat, I will let Mr. Smith know you are here.”

     Jack and Jessica sat down, and about five minutes later, the receptionist walked up to them. “Mr. Smith will see you now. Please follow me.”

     They followed the receptionist down a hallway to a large conference room with a heavy oak table in the center. “Mr. Smith, Mr. Jack Stark and Ms. Jessica Fielding are here to discuss their wedding plans.”

     “Very good. Would you please be seated? And may I call you by your first names? You may call me Donald.”

     “Yeah, that’s fine, Donald. I just want to get all the arrangements done so that I can marry this girl and change her last name to Stark! By the way, we set the wedding day, it’s May 17^th, it’s Jessica’s birthday.”

     “Excellent, Jack. And Jessica, I want to thank you for emailing me both yours and Jack’s measurements. It will save considerable time with the fittings. Speaking of which, Jack, please follow me. I’ve spent the morning preparing tuxedos for you to try on. I found three styles for you to choose from. I need you to go in the fitting room and try them on. Once you’ve done that, you can tell me which one you prefer.”

     “Sure, Donald. Let’s get this done.” Jack then followed Donald to a large fitting room, with three tuxedos hanging at the ready for him to try on. Jack noticed that the fitting room was mirrored wall-to-wall.

     “Hey, Donald. Why all the mirrors?”

     “Ah, that is a specialty of our firm. It allows you to see yourself from all angles as you try on your tuxedo.”

    “Yes, that is smart. Good thinking, Donald.”

    “Well, I’ll leave you now, Jack. I need to go back to my office and get Jessica ready for her bridal gown fitting.” Donald left the room, and closed the door. Jack didn’t notice, but as he closed the door it locked shut. Donald went back to his office and pulled out his laptop.

     “Jessica, I thought you might want to watch our capture of Jack. He doesn’t know it, but the mirrors hide secret cameras to record the entire room. Also, the door not only locked, it sealed itself as it locked. There is no possibility of escape.”

     “But how will you capture him. I mean I can see that he can’t get out, but how will your men get in?”

     “You will notice that Jack’s stripping off his suit now. He’s standing in just his boxers. Ah, he’s reaching for the dress socks. Now, I push this button, here, and an invisible, odorless gas enters the room. It won’t kill him, but it will cause rapid loss of consciousness. Let’s listen, shall we?”

     Jack is beginning to slip on the dress socks, and all of a sudden feels light-headed. “Man, it’s hot in here. I need some fresh air. This room’s too stuffy.”

    He reaches for the doorknob, but find it’s locked. “Hey, somebody let me out! This door’s stuck! Is anybody there? Help me, please! Hello…” and he passes out cold on the floor of the room.

     Donald turned on his intercom and said, “Bill and Roger, the client in the men’s fitting room is ready!”

     He then turned back to Jessica. “Bill and Roger are two of Mr. Coldiani’s best guards. They’ll take Jack across the street to his cell. Two days from now, he’ll be dead.”

    “But how will they get him across the street? It’s broad daylight out!”

    “Jessica, just past that fitting room there is a trap door in the floor. Oh, wait! I almost forgot to turn the gas off. Now the room will siphon off the gas so that Bill and Roger can safely unlock and enter the room. There’s no danger of Jack waking up. The gas keeps you knocked out for two hours. Anyway, they’ll open the trapdoor, and beneath it is a tunnel that leads under the street and re-emerges in the basement of cells in Mr. Coldiani’s private jail. And now, my dear, please return to your home, and remember to email Mr. Coldiani so that he can send you the live feed of the execution.”

    “Thank you so much, Mr. Smith! I will!”

    “Jessica, one final question? I noticed on your driver’s license that your birthday is in September. Why did Jack say it was May 17^th?”

     “Jack never was good at remembering dates. I was counting on him not remembering that May 17^th was his brother Andy’s birthday!”

     With that, Jessica left the fake wedding shop and headed home, where she immediately emailed her contact information to Mr. Coldiani. Meanwhile, Bill and Roger had arrived back at Coldiani Execution Services with their prisoner, Jack Stark.

     “Hey, boss! We’ve got the new prisoner ready!”

     “Excellent, Bill! Did he give you any trouble?”

    “No, we never have problems with that new gas you use. He’s in his cell, sleeping like a baby!”

     “Good, what’s he wearing?”

     “Just his boxers, and one of the dress socks that he got partway on before the gas took effect.”

     “Is the equipment ready?”

     “Yeah, it’s just outside his cell.”

     “You did restrain him, didn’t you?”

     “Oh, yeah. Just like you said, feet bound together, and arms cuffed behind his back.”

     “Good! Now let’s go down, so I can renew my acquaintance with Mr. Jack Stark. And bring the knife, so we can cut off those boxers!”

     We went down to the basement, and the cell holding Mr. Jack Stark. He had just regained consciousness, and was struggling against his bonds.

     “What the fuck! Where the hell am I?”

     “Ah, we meet again, Mr. Stark. Although under far different circumstances this time. The last time, you were a client of mine, now you are my prisoner!”

     “Coldiani! What’s the meaning of this? And what have you done with Jessica? I swear if you’ve harmed her, I’ll kill you!”

     “Relax, prisoner Stark! Jessica is fine, and will continue to be fine as long as you do as you are told!”

     “My name’s Jack Stark! I’m worth millions! You better release me!”

     “Strange, that’s the same thing Andy told me. Now I’ll tell you what I told him. You are my prisoner, condemned to death. Sentence will be carried out in two days. You have no money. Your accounts are frozen!”

     “I’m in great physical shape. I’ll break out of here!”

     “Prisoner Stark, look at your right arm, just below the shoulder. Do you see that slight puncture mark? You’ve been injected with a green radioactive tracking dye. Every GPS in the country can pick it up. Escape is not possible. You’d be shot on sight.”

     “But I thought to be condemned, someone else had to pay for the execution.”

     “Someone has paid!”

     “But who? Who would pay to have me killed?”

     “All I can tell you is that the person paid for the Elite package. You bought the same one on Andy and you know it comes with full confidentiality. But we talk about unimportant stuff, not what we need to. I will tell you that Jessica will be released completely unharmed the minute your execution is complete. And I will give you the same option I gave Andy. I will send your sperm to Jessica so that if she wishes to bring offspring of yours into the world, she may, although I can’t see why she would!”

     “How do you get the sperm?”

     “In Andy’s case, I and five of my guards repeatedly raped him, causing him to ejaculate into a collecting bottle.”

     “Oh, no! You’re not fucking me! I’m no queer! I want Jess to have the sperm, but you’ll have to find another way to collect it!”

     “That’s what Andy said, at first. By the end, he was enjoying the sex. But I find you a disgusting excuse for a human being. You are the last man I’d want to rape. So we will indeed find another way to milk you, prisoner Stark!”

     “What are you talking about?”

     “You will see, prisoner Stark! Guards! Remove the prisoner’s clothing!” With that, Bill grabbed Jack’s boxers, while Roger held him down. Bill then quickly cut the boxers from Jack’s body, leaving him naked. He immediately flushed with embarrassment, but could not cover his nakedness since his hands were still bound behind him. Mr. Coldiani was not impressed. It was obvious that Andy outshone Jack in every department, looks, personality, charisma, and especially in being sexually endowed. Jack’s balls were the smallest he’d seen, and he’d seen thousands on the men he’d executed. Jack’s dick was also puny, only about a 3” dick, and that was when it was erect!

     “Now bring in the milking machine!” The guards wheeled in a strange contraption. One end looked like a large tube, which they fitted around Jack’s penis. It fit like a glove and there was a tube at the end of it that led into a large bottle. Then they took from the other end of the machine a rubber tube shaped like a man’s penis. This was forced into Jack’s anus. He screamed at the violation as it was inserted without benefit of lube. Then the machine was plugged in. Jack immediately felt the dildo vibrate as it pulled in and out of his ass, although never completely out. He also felt the tubing around his penis start to vibrate and pulse, causing his penis to begin to involuntarily harden.

     “Now, prisoner Stark, you know how you will be milked. This machine will be running day and night until your balls are drained!”

     “No, you can’t do this! This is inhuman! It hurts so much!”

     “What a pity! You know, prisoner Stark, I rather enjoyed your brother’s company. He was a kind, caring, compassionate man who would have made his mark in society. You, however, are nothing but a sick, greedy leech, only looking out for Jack Stark! I detested executing Andy. I shall totally enjoy ridding the world of you!”

     With that, Mr. Coldiani headed back to his office. He gave Bill and Roger orders not to unhook the machine without his permission. He did allow them to feed the prisoner the standard diet of bread and water, but he very much doubted that the prisoner would be able to eat while his balls were being drained.

     Mr. Coldiani now called for Alex, Frank, and Stanley, three of his other guards. He told them that first thing tomorrow, they were to bring the Wheel of Death into prisoner Stark’s cell. He had recently changed the method of execution. Previously, death was by a bullet to the brainstem. Now the prisoner was forced to spin this wheel, which consisted of twelve wedges, each with a method of execution upon it. Wherever the wheel stopped, that would be the method used to execute the prisoner. Here is a table listing the twelve methods of execution.

1. Bullet to the brainstem

2. Short or no drop hanging

3. Guillotine

4. Impalement

5. Crucifixion

6. Garrote

7. Long drop hanging

8. Gas Chamber

9. Electrocution

10. Wheel

11. Block and Axe

12. Life or death?

     The next morning, I went down to the cell, and found the prisoner sobbing in pain. “Please, sir, can’t you disconnect this infernal machine? I can’t take it anymore!”

     “You can and you will take it! I observe that the collection bottle is only about half full, and I see that you are still cumming. That means your balls are by no means dry. This machine will only be disconnected upon one of two things occurring. First, the complete draining of your balls, or failing that, when we return in the morning to perform your execution! But now, we have something special for you to do.”

     “What is that?”

     “Do you recall how Andy was executed?”

     “Yes, with a bullet to his brainstem. So what?”

     “We have since expanded our methods of execution. While that is still an option, there are now many more. This wheel lists all of them. You will now spin the wheel, and thus determine your method of execution!”

      “You want me to choose how I’m going to die? You’re crazy! Go fuck yourself, Coldiani!”

     “A typical reaction. But prisoner Stark, did you read all twelve wedges on the wheel?”

     “Yeah! Hey, what method is that one, Life or Death?”

     “Ah, you did notice that! That, prisoner Stark is the one slim chance you have to escape your execution. Should you spin that wedge once, it acts as a re-spin. Should you spin it again, we will turn over the wedge. If the reverse of the wedge reads “Life”, then your death sentence is commuted to life imprisonment without possibility of parole. Should the reverse read “Death”, however, then I will remove the wedge and I will spin with only the eleven execution options remaining.”

     “Go to hell, Coldiani! I’m not spinning your damn wheel”

     Mr. Coldiani didn’t say anything, but pushed a button that he held in his hand. Immediately, Jack let out a bloodcurdling scream. Mr. Coldiani smiled and said,  “Oh, I forgot to mention. That radioactive tracking device that was implanted can also deliver indescribable pain, should the prisoner misbehave. Andy never caused me to use that feature. Now, prisoner Stark, spin the wheel!”

     “OK. You win!” Jack spins, and is stunned when the wheel lands on the Life or Death space.

     “Well done, prisoner Stark! You’re half way to a life sentence. Spin again, please!”

     Both from the faint hope of living, even in prison, and in fear of another shock from the tracker, Jack spun again! The wheel began to slow, and it looked like it was heading for block and axe, but at the last second, it got a final burst of energy and landed again on Life or Death.

     “Well, well, prisoner Stark. Could this be your lucky day? Let’s find out, shall we? Stanley, will you do the honors and turn over the wedge?”

     Stanley turns over the wedge, revealing the word, “death”.  Jack hung his head in defeat, as Stanley tossed the wedge aside, so that I could spin. I grabbed the wheel, gave it a good spin, and we all watched where the wheel would come to a dead stop. It slowed, and almost stopped a couple of times. Then finally, it ran out of energy and the pointer stopped on “short or no drop hanging.”

     “Well, if I have to die, at least with this execution, I can shoot one final awesome load! I’ve read about hangings, and that the short drop really gets a guy excited, and they get the greatest orgasm ever!”

     “Prisoner Stark, what do you presume to shoot? Have you forgotten about the equipment attached to your dick and ass? When you hang, your balls will be dry! I think the only thing you can count on is that you’ll piss all over yourself, and indeed may defecate as well!”

     “You mean all I’ll have is pain and humiliation, no pleasure? Oh, fuck no!! Please, Coldiani, give me the long drop. Break my neck, don’t let me suffer, PLEASE!!!!”

     “I’m sorry, prisoner, but the rules are ironclad. The method spun on the wheel MUST be the method used to execute the prisoner! Enjoy the rest of your last full day of life. I will return this evening to see if your balls have been fully drained. If they are, we’ll unhook the apparatus. If they aren’t, we’ll leave it attached until we come in the morning to escort you to the execution chamber!”

    Mr. Coldiani and the guards left Jack’s cell to return to their offices. As they left, they heard Jack crying out in anguish at his fate. Roger turned to Mr. Coldiani and said, “Hey, boss! Why didn’t you unhook Stark when we were there? Anybody can see that his balls are totally drained. Nothing went into the bottle the entire time we were there, and we were there for a while.”

     “Roger, I know that! But I can’t stand this particular prisoner. He paid to have his own brother executed just so that he could take over his brother’s fiancée. Then, when the fiancée got his brother’s sperm, he tricked her into giving it to him, and then he destroyed it! I intend to leave him hooked up right up to the moment of execution!”

    “But that long hooked up to a machine when his balls are empty? Won’t it cause him pain?”

    “Yes, Roger, it will! Constant, horrific pain! But small pain compared to that in the hell to which I will send him tomorrow!”

      A few hours later, Mr. Coldiani returned to the cell, while his guards busied themselves by making sure that all the preparations were in readiness for the hanging the next morning. As he approached the cell, he heard moaning, and saw Jack curled up in a ball, trying to ease the pain.

       “Oh, dear. It seems those balls aren’t quite drained. What a pity! Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning, prisoner Stark!”

        “NO!!!! Don’t leave me!!!! This is inhuman! It’s gotta be unconstitutional! Unhook me, please!”

     “It’s no more inhuman than you ordering your brother’s execution. As to it being unconstitutional, the laws for condemned were rewritten a few years ago. Condemned prisoners have no rights under the constitution!” And with that, Mr. Coldiani turned, and began ascending the stairs, with Jack’s howls of protest growing ever more distant with each step!

      The following morning, Mr. Coldiani and his guards entered Jack’s cell at 6am. Mr. Coldiani was dressed in his usual execution gear consisting of a pair of blue jeans. He wore no shirt, allowing him to display his hairy chest and his awesome pecs and abs. Jack had passed out from the pain of the machine trying to drain his empty balls. One of the guards offered to slap him awake, but Mr. Coldiani declined the offer, and simply pushed the button in his palm, instantly awakening the prisoner with even greater pain than the machine had caused.

     Jessica was watching from her home, and enjoyed seeing the man who had caused her so much pain, now in pain himself! As he was unhooked from the machine, she noticed that his dick was totally flaccid and that his balls were smaller than she’d ever remembered them.

     Once he was unhooked from the machine, Jack was led naked across the hall to another chamber. There was a small platform in the middle of the room, with a noose hanging down just above it. There were cameras covering every angle of the room, and below the platform was plastic sheeting. Jack saw the noose that would end his life and froze. The guards tried to lead him to the platform, but he wouldn’t budge!

     “Prisoner Stark, I am going to give you one warning! Allow my guards to lead you to the platform without resistance or I push the button in my hand, and you KNOW what that will do!”

     Jack hung his head and muttered under his breath, “OK! OK! I’ll go to my death meekly. Just don’t push that damn button! And what’s with all the cameras and the plastic?”

     “Prisoner, as a former client of mine, you know that the cameras are here to send a live-feed of your execution to the client who paid for it! As to the sheeting, it is common for men to lose control of their bodily functions during a hanging. It is very likely you will piss and shit all over yourself, and the sheeting makes the clean up easier for the guards. Now, enough questions! Guards, take the prisoner to the platform!”

     The guards led Jack to the platform, where they bound his legs together, then they bound his arms behind his back, and finally bound his arms to his upper body. Mr. Coldiani then lowered the noose and placed it around Jack’s neck, making sure it was snug.

     “Prisoner Jack Stark, you have been deemed as expendable and useless to society. Accordingly, you are to be hung by the neck until you are dead. May God show more mercy upon your soul than you did to your fellow men during your time on this earth. Have you any last words, Prisoner Stark?”

     “Yeah, Coldiani, you can go fuck yourself! At least after I die, Jessica will have my sperm, and I will live on through our children!”

     Jessica leaned in to the screen. She wanted to hear Coldiani’s reply, and see the look on Jack’s face when he heard it.

    “Prisoner, did no one tell you? I just got word that as my men were taking the collecting bottle up to the freezer, that one of them tripped and fell, and the bottle broke into a million pieces, with the sperm going everywhere. I’m sorry, but the sperm was a total loss. I’ll offer my condolences to Jessica!”

     Jack’s face went white! “NO!!!! You drained all my fucking sperm, and it’s destroyed, so now I can’t leave any heirs! And I’m about to be hung until I am dead, and with totally dry, useless, fucking balls, I won’t even get any final cumshots! NOOO!!!! It ain’t fair!”

     Mr. Coldiani ignored Jack’s comments, stepped off the platform, and pushed a button in his left hand. Instantly the platform fell away, but Jack’s body was held where it was by the noose. He immediately began choking and gagging, with his body bobbing back and forth. This continued for about a minute, then his face began to take on a bluish hue from the lack of blood and oxygen. About a minute later, his tongue protruded from between his teeth, also having turned blue. Then, his hips began to move side to side, but with his balls dry, his dick stayed flaccid and nothing shot out from it. After this, his body began to relax. Just then, there was a river of yellow piss that erupted from Jack’s cock, and ran down both legs before dripping like rain from Jack’s toes. Then, Mr. Coldiani and the guards noticed a stench, and both realized and saw that Jack’s bowels had voided, and he had soiled himself badly. Jessica noticed that his lower legs and arms had taken on a bluish tint. She remembered from reading up on hangings that this was common due to blood pooling in the extremities once the blood was no longer being pumped by the heart. It was now obvious to all that the sentence had been carried out. Mr. Coldiani left the room to shower and change before the guards would bring the body up to his private morgue for final preparations. The guards were ordered to wait for one hour, and then to cut the prisoner’s body down, and bring it to the morgue wrapped in the plastic sheeting.

    An hour later, right on time, Stanley and Roger entered the morgue with Jack Stark’s corpse wrapped in plastic sheeting. The body was put on the table, while the sheeting went into the incinerator. Stark’s body was washed, to remove all the human bodily waste, then it was placed in a second sheet, and the three men took it to the cemetery. The body was dumped unceremoniously into a pre-dug grave and immediately the hole was filled in. Jessica picked up a glass of champagne, turned off the live-feed, and said, “To Andy, the kindest, gentlest man I ever knew. You are avenged, my darling! I will love you always!”