I'm Going to Hang
Chris is going to hang himself. He's just waiting for the right time. No, he's not suicidal. He's incredibly turned on!
I'm Going to Hang
By A. P. Damien
My name is Chris and I'm going to be hanged.
No, that's not quite right. I'm going to hang, but not "be hanged" by somebody else.
I'm going to hang myself. Sooner or later. There really isn't much choice at this point. Once I climbed up on this orange crate, put the noose around my neck, and put my forepaws behind my back for Rick to tie, that was it. It was no longer if I would hang, but when.
I'll decide when, of course. Sooner or later I'll kick away this little stool and let my lover, the noose, have its way with me. Probably later. I'm not in a hurry right now.
And if I don't... well, I'll get tired of standing. My leg muscles will give out. Or I'll fall asleep and fall off the stool. One way or another, I'll be a fennec noose nookie .
How did I get into this situation? I guess it started a little over five years ago. Rick -- he's a fennec like me -- and I had been dating a couple of months. My previous boyfriend -- a panther -- had been a selfish asshole, so I was being cautious. A couple of kisses on the first date. Serious kissing the second. Necking the third. The fifth date I let him grope me. I gave him a handjob the next time -- with lots of spit so it would feel nice.
A couple of weeks later I gave him a blowjob, and he returned the favor, sucking me to a mind-smashing orgasm. I was pretty certain now, so on our next date I invited him up to my apartment for some fucking. And having him inside me was as good as I'd hoped it would be.
Shortly after we got engaged, Rick casually mentioned bondage. I didn't know much about it. I'd read Justine, the famous book by the Marquis de Sade. The pain didn't do anything for me, but Justine getting tied up in various ways was a real turn on. And the scene where she's standing on a chair with a noose around her neck, with a sword in her hand. She must wait until her tormentor pulls the chair away, then cut the rope before it kills her.
Yeah. That was what I wanted. Except even back then I wasn't sure I would cut the rope, even if I could.
When I mentioned that, Rick downloaded some other books about bondage to my Kindle. And I read every single one.
And about six months after we got married, Rick showed me the Dolcett Archive on the net. I was enthralled. I didn't care about the electric chair or the "Jessica," but I loved the hangings. Not so much the unwilling victims like Percy Larson or Jason. But the ones where the victim accepts his fate, like "Cyprian", and "twoh" turned me on. And the ones with the obviously willing hangees were really hot, like "dol_hmmm" and "benefits". In fact, I came just looking at "benefits'.
After that I had to try breathplay. Rick would strangle me with his hands while he fucked me. Then with the cloth belt from his bathrobe.
By our first anniversary he was mock-hanging me, fucking me standing up with a noose around my neck, pulling it just to the point where I felt half-choked. By our second, he would pull the noose tight enough to completely strangle me, though I still had most of my weight on my feet.
Six months later, he was pulling me completely off the floor for 10 seconds, then 20, then 30. The orgasms were... like nothing I'd had before. Not even with the strangling, not even with the mock hangings. This was what I wanted. What I needed.
And I knew that some day I was going to need to "go all the way". To dangle in a noose and know that I was never going to come down alive.
Even after I decided I needed this, it took a while to arrange. Rick and I agreed before we got married: we are monogamous at home, but on business trips "anything goes". I ran into Earl, a buck rabbit I knew from college, at a Consumer Electronics Association meeting. We hit it off great, and it became a regular thing. Sometimes I'd go to visit Earl for a few days. And when I brought him home to meet Rick, their mutual attraction was obvious. Sometimes Earl would come to visit us and we'd celebrate, three in our king-size bed. After a while, our marriage became a troika.
And Earl started helping out with my hangings, sucking me until I was seconds from cumming, then helping Rick pull me into the air.
So it's fitting that Earl was the one to get the place for my last party. He knew somebody who knew somebody who knew a guy who owned a farm. It wasn't exactly profitable, but he was able to hang on until he finally got too old to run a farm. None of his children wanted it, so he put it up for sale.
Earl bought it. The old barn, only slightly dilapidated, is perfect. The previous owner had even run a TV cable to the barn so he could watch the TV news while milking the cows or fixing his tractor. Earl was chief sysadmin for a medium-sized tech company; Earl connected a network modem to the TV cable. Then he then set up a laptop, and a desktop with an external webcam, for two views of what we decided would be "center stage".
Earl held the ladder while I climbed up and looped the rope over one of the crossbeams. When I got back down, Rick was tying a noose in one end.
Then we had an orgy. I put the noose around my neck and Rick fucked me while Earl described how I would look dangling from the beam. Then Earl blew me while Rick sucked him. They timed it perfectly -- Earl started screaming just after I'd had to make him stop because I couldn't take any more.
When Earl had recovered, I got on my knees and blew Rick. Earl sat cross-legged beside him, staring avidly and fingering his flaccid penis. Rick was almost as noisy as I had been! I sucked Rick dry, then swallowed it all.
We all needed a rest after that, so we spent the night in the farmhouse. None of us was up for actual sex, but there was a lot of kissing and licking and general grabassery.
The next morning Earl fucked me. He prefers my mouth, but for me getting fucked is the absolute best. Well, except for hanging. And it was part of the sendoff I wanted, so he gave it to me.
When I had recovered from that, I climbed up on this stool and put the noose around my neck. Rick tied the other end to a convenient cleat, then came over and tied my hands with a short piece of rope.
Nice and tight. I've tried to get loose several times. No dice.
Rick fondled me, got me real hot, but not enough to cum. Bastard. But he was right: if I came I might lose my balance and hang myself too soon. "Too soon" meaning, "before I decide to, of course."
Then Rick and Earl walked to the barn door and waved goodbye. Earl blew me a kiss. Then they turned and got in the car for the half-hour drive home.
I've been standing here a couple of hours. So far it just hasn't been the right time. But I'll know when it is.
"Hey, Earl, look at these numbers: over 200 people signed in to the livestream."
"I'm going to put the numbers on Chris's laptop."
214 people. Wow! At $100 per person....
My legs are getting tired. Oh, I could go another couple of hours, but at some point they're going to cramp up on me. Not what I had in mind. I want to decide for myself.
Nearly 500 logins. Wow. The people who logged in at the beginning, three hours ago, they must be spreading the word.
To tell the truth, it's not too late to change my mind. Back when we were "just playing," Rick gave me a safeword to use if things got too intense. I actually used it, once. Or I could hum three times in quick succession, same meaning. Also a hand movement and a foot movement with the same meaning, in case I couldn't talk. I used the foot move twice when I'd forgotten to take a deep breath before he pulled me into the air.
I know one of them is watching the screen on Rick's desktop. They'll hear if I say the word. But if I get a leg cramp or something, it'll be much too late by the time they get here.
And, no, I'm not going to say it out loud.
And just like that -- with the decision not to use my safeword -- I know it's time. There's a digital timer on my laptop screen. I'm going to do it in exactly five minutes. Mark. So if there's somebody out there who's busy with something else, maybe in the bathroom, maybe making out, whatever -- tell them to come watch me hang.
"Rick. RICK!! Chris is getting ready to do it! Five minutes."
"Be there in a sec."
Rick came into his home office and pulled up a chair next to Earl, both of them watching the monitor.
Over 500 logins. That's $50,000 for Rick and Earl. They can remodel the house and go on some cruises. Yeah, that's a good idea.
Less than a minute now, and I'm going to do it. Getting hard just thinking about it.
Deep breath. And again. And again. Faster... getting a little dizzy from hyperventilation. Just a few more seconds.
And... now!
One foot forward. The other pushing back on the stool. It tumbles over and I fall. Just slightly more than a foot, but I get a serious ropeburn. Much worse than being pulled off the floor.
And the noose hurts! It always did, that was part of the attraction. The pain of the noose squeezing my throat, as well as the places where the rope rubbed my skin raw.
I'm supposed to do something... Oh... yeah... "dancing"... Reach down with one foot, seeking for support, then the other. but the floor is a good half-meter out of reach. And again and again...
Faster now. Feet reaching backward and forward, to the sides. Pretending to be in a panic. Not yet... soon. I've been here before, I know what it feels like. Yeah, hot!
Starting to feel it. My body wants air. Well, it will just have to get along with what's stored in my lungs.
Other things responding. I imagine myself struggling for air but not getting any. And knowing that this time... this time... there's nobody to let me down. And that knowledge has me dripping precum.
Getting serious now. My backbrain really wants air. Letting me know about it.
Oh, want air so much. Why did I do this? Oh, right... for this... for these sensations -- the noose squeezing my throat shut. Horrible, delicious suffocating sensation. Can't breathe. Trying. Chest muscles pushing my ribcage outward, diaphragm flattening out. But... nothing. No air. Suffocating sensation getting worse.
Feet struggling, kicking out every which way. Now the panic is real. Please, please let me breathe. Please....
And other sensations. My rock-hard cock tingling with need. Spreading... into my balls... Yeah... you go, cock!
I've been here before...I know what it feels like. The monster orgasm that's going to hit in about a minute. But this one will be even bigger...I hope. Because it's going to be my last.
Starting to feel weak. Can't last much longer. Please, please, air! Please... please cum before...
OHHHHHH YESS!!!!!!! YESSSSSSS!!!!
(voice over)
I think that Chris is just about done. Click the applause button in the app to let him know how much you appreciate his performance. I think he's still conscious enough to hear it.
fading out now... Oh... somebody's clapping. Not just one, a whole lot. Oh, I'm so happy...
I can't believe it. I think I'm going to cum again. It's not possible but...
YESSSSSSS!!!!!!
(voice over)
Well folks, Chris hasn't moved in half an hour. It's over. Maybe you had a partner to share pleasure with... Or maybe you've been tossing one off solo while you watch. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it as much as Rick and I did.
I want to remind you that subscribers get $20 off your first copy of the DVD, and $10 off on up to five additional copies. If you order in the next week, you get the unedited version for no extra cost. After that, and for non-subscribers, the unedited version is an additional $40.
Wow, Rick, look at the sales numbers. Nearly half the subscribers bought the DVD, and over 10% bought multiple copies. And we're starting to see a few sales at full retail as well. Word gets around fast!
No kidding. Fun and profit together. What could be better?
I'll tell you what. Let's start making the edited version with just the "good parts". And we'll stop occasionally so I can blow you or you can fuck my brains out.