The Midterm Demonstration

The Fourth Snuff: Suffocation by Hands

After an hour, Professor Damien rapped for attention again. "We will now get onto the afternoon demos. Our first will be a suffocation. Who here would like to demonstrate the realities of having a hand covering your mouth and pinching your nose shut?

The Professor waited. A hand slowly came partway up, then was lowered again. There was no motion for almost thirty seconds, then the hand came up again, as high as the hamster could reach, and waved around a few times.

"Attwater. You consent to be suffocated?"

"Yes, Professor," the hamster said, "I consent to be snuffed."

The Professor nodded and a coati came over. The hamster was already standing when she got there.

"Hi. I'm Cally."

"You're going to do me?"

"Yes. Do you want to be naked or clothed?"

"I know the majority find it more arousing to see a naked snuff, but my own fantasy is to go in my best clothes."

"Hmm.... I was going to ask about sex, but..."

"I'd like somebody to rub me through my clothes while I'm being snuffed. Is that okay?"

"Sure. I'll get somebody really pretty for you."

"Thank you." The hamster bowed deeply, then stood straight. Cally took his hand and led him up to the stage, where a padded frame had been rolled out.

Attwater lay down on the frame. The Professor strapped the hamster's hands to the sides of the frame, while Cally strapped his feet to the bottom. Two more straps went across the hamster's chest and just above his knees. The Professor turned a crank and the frame slowly tilted up until the audience could see the entire front Attwater's body. The coati stood behind the hamster's head.

A springhaas came up to stand on the other side of the frame. "Hello, Attwater, remember me?" "Oooh, yeah! You're Perlie Hayden, that hot TA in the breath control lab. You were always on the East side of the room, I'd be working on the West side with Chandler my assigned partnr for the day, and wishing you'd come over and help me out."

"Well, you're getting your wish. I'm going to help you on your way out."

"Thank you. Oh, thank you," he replied.

She reached over and fondled the bulge that was already forming in Attwater's slacks. She kept going while the bulge got larger and larger, then started rubbing lengthwise along it. The hamster was moaning with pleasure, then, "More...?" he asked. The coati put pinched his nose shut.

"Please...?" the hamster pled again. It might have been a plea for life -- or a plea to rub harder.

"Ready?" the coati asked.

Attwater managed a small nod of his head. Cally's other hand came around from behind, pressing down to seal Attwater's mouth closed and hold his head firmly against the pad, while the coati continued rubbing his bulging cock.

The hamster lay there on the frame, his hips moving slightly against the hand that was rubbing him, for nearly a minute. Then he started looking desperate. He tried to move his head away from the hands that were keeping air from his lungs. But Cally had a firm hold, and he couldn't break the seal on his mouth and nose.

Soon Attwater's whole body was writhing, trying to break free of the straps that held him in place. He squirmed, his muscles strained, he made a quiet "mmmph"ing noise that Cally could barely hear, but nothing helped. He could not get the stale air out of his lungs, could not bring in fresh, lifegiving air. He would never breathe again, and his eyes showed that he knew it.

And then the writhing and the straining slowed down. Cally looked into Attwater's eyes and saw resignation there, the quiet acceptance that he and his oldest and best friend -- the air -- were separated forever.

His movements changed. Instead of trying to break free of his restraints, Attwater arched his back as much as the restraints would allow, pressing his engorged and needy organ against the rubbing hand. He moved in counter-sync, up when the hand moved down, down when the hand moved up. The springhaas responded, rubbing faster and a little harder, then faster still.

With the frame tilted upward, the audience had a perfect view. They saw when the hip movements grew still, his hips rising and pressing as hard as he could against Perlie's fast-moving hand. And they saw the look in his eyes, the look that said as clearly as words, "Yes,Yes, Yes! YES!!" They saw when the hand sped up to a blur.

And when Perlie slowly took her hand away, they saw the wet spot slowly spreading on Attwater's slacks as his balls pumped their last cum out the tip of his malehood. And the_"Ohhhhhh.... Yeaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"_ in his eyes, that gradually faded out and was replaced with a blank, unfocused stare.

Time passed. The Professor touched Attwater's neck, and shook his head. Another minute, and he checked again, nodded. "He's done."

Cally and Perlie undid the straps and helped the Professor move Attwater's body onto a gurney.

The Professor turned to face the class again. "Suffocation will make up 10% of your final grade, so I hope you all learned something from that. Our second demo this afternoon -- our fifth of the day -- is manual strangulation, hands squeezing the neck shut. Volunteers?"

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