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(This is very loosely based on a story I read years ago on the EA, but I can’t cite it as I don’t have access there anymore.) Drunk, high, horny, hard and feeling awesome, Josh was walking around naked with his buddies, all of them shaved down, oiled up and having a great time. They’d been planning this party for months, making sure they had the perfect spot for it - Rizzo’s parent’s swanky vacation house - and all the drugs and booze they could possibly want.  Everybody was there by eight and had his catheter in by nine, when they’d all put the bands on their cocks.  Two bands per guy, right up at the base.  

They’d hurt like hell, but all the guys were old hands at coming up with ways to distract themselves from the pain.  A few popped some Lidocaine shots, but Josh liked the idea of feeling the pain.  Like all the guys’ dicks, his had quickly come to a fuller erection than naturally possible, then rapidly turned purplish as the blood got trapped inside.  His cock itself rapidly went numb, but the pain at its base stayed with him.  Josh bore it with a smile, especially after popping some of those pills Rizzo had given him, and was getting more and more excited as midnight approached.  Once they’d cut the bands off, they’d be jerking it for hours, balls churning with amazing cum.  It never failed.

He ran into Eddie in the hallway, the short Italian stumbling in the darkness inbetween rooms.  "Yo, Josh,“ he grinned, grabbing at Josh’s cock as he came close, gripping his buddy’s shoulder to steady himself.

"Yo Ed,” Josh grinned, standing firm and holding his buddy off, letting him play with his junk.  

“Damn, startin’ t'get cold,” Eddie grinned.  "Can’t wait t'see that fucker’s bands pop.  You gonna holler…“

Josh grabbed for Eddie’s thick cock too, feeling up the plump veins and odd coolness.  "I’m not the only one, bro,” Josh gave it a few strokes.

“I can’t wait, man.  I wanna cum so bad!” he stumbled for moment, then threw his hands up in the air.  "Woo!“

The guys had been banding their dicks since they were teenagers.  They’d get together, band up and play video games or something for a bit, then after a few hours, snip ‘em off, all laughing at how much it fuckin’ hurt, then circle-jerking it afterward, having amazing cums.

Josh had always been thinking about his being cut off.  When they’d be fooling around, trying to ignore the pain of the bands, he’d be pretending he was dickless already, and so were all his buddies, and when they jerked off after snipping the bands, he’d always be thinking about cutting them all off. Some of their friends had lost interest in the banding during college, and a few new faces started showing up at their summer and winter break band-and-jerk-it parties.  Even after college they’d continued, with most of the guys showing up whenever they could.

He found Ben and Eric in the kitchen around one of the kegs.  Josh filled up, the three guys all taking each other’s cocks in hand, feeling how cold and full they were.  Ben had his long foreskin pulled up through the band, and even it was swollen and plump, pulled back over the bulbous round head, now dark and purplish, as was Eric’s torpedo-shaped cockhead.  And Josh’s; they all noted.

"Yo, check this out,” Eric smirked, taking a two-inch pin and pushing it through the shaft of his cock.  A bead of blood popped free, then Eric let it go, leaving it in.  Josh looked to see he had three other pins in there already.

“Damn…” Josh almost asked if it hurt, but knew full well that with the band, it probably didn’t.

“C'mon, man, try one.  Not like matters if we fuck 'em up now, right?” Eric offered Josh a pin.  Josh could only see one pin in Eric’s dick, right through the head.

“Nah, that’s cool,” Josh chuckled, but spied the corkscrew on the table.  He thought about it…just twist it up in there, start boring out gore…but no, it would just make a mess.  "Gonna hit the pool.“  He made his way out the big glass doors to the enclosed pool area, where most of the party guests stood about.  All were nude, catheters poking out the end of their purple, banded dicks.  The invite rule had been that any dude showing up had to get his cock banded, so it wasn’t like there were a lot of girlfriends or hangers-on.

Josh scanned the room, recognizing most of the guys, having known them for years, except for one -  a tall, handsome, muscled guy with a dark ponytail, standing next to Brett.  Brett had said his boyfriend Rob would be coming, and Josh was impressed - his bro had sure scored himself a catch!  Especially if the guy was into banding, too, and indeed, his impressive package was done up like all the rest of them, purple and swollen.

He made the rounds, all the guys wanting a cop on their buddies’ cocks and watching the clock.  Josh made sure to give Rob’s cock a good and thorough feel, which the guy took with good humor.  "I’ve kinda gotten used to it,” he joked.

“Awesome that you’re gettin’ banded with us, man,” Josh told him sincerely.

“Glad to, man,” he hugged Brett close.  "Anything for this guy.“

"Aww,” Josh winked, but was genuinely glad for his bud.  He continued back into the house, seeing they had forty-five minutes to go, and he wanted to empty his bladder again.  Kevin was in there when he opened the door, standing in front of the toilet, pissing out the cath.  Josh squeezed in next to him, intentionally bumping him a little.

“Ass,” Kevin slapped Josh’s, and shook out his tube.  

Josh opened up the valve and let fly, the pressurized piss squirting out.  He glanced over to Kev’s strangled cock, a thick five-incher, and imagined just taking a knife to it, cutting the thing off…man, if only we could, he wished for the millionth time.

When they left, Kev headed back toward the pool, but Josh noticed the door to Rizzo’s bedroom was open and he could hear voices inside - low talking, some laughing, and then a loud “OW!  FUCK!”  He walked over to poke his head in, but Eddie opened the door.  The bright light inside made Josh go blind for a moment.  "Yo,“ Eddie gave Josh’s cock a tug and his ass a pat as he squeezed by him.

"Hey, Josh,” he heard Rizzo say warmly.

Josh blinked a few times and looked inside Rizzo’s bedroom.  Rizzo was in there, standing next to a table with a tray on it.  A pile of dildos rested on the tray.  AJ was passed out on the bed.  "Hey, man,“ Rizzo grinned.  

"Yo, Rizzo.  I was wondering where you’d been all night,” Josh grinned, stumbling over to him.  He looked over to AJ, the muscular football player out cold on the bed.  "You fuck him to sleep?“

"Little tough, now,” Rizzo winked.  Josh looked down, intending to stroke his bud’s dick, but found…nothing.  Just a little fleshy lump where Rizzo’s dick had been, with his big ol’ nuts hanging beneath it.

Josh blinked.  "No way,“ he muttered, then looked again: still just a stub.

 "Dude…” he looked up to see Rizzo with that shit-eating grin on his face again.  "Did…did you…“

"Yeah, bro,” Rizzo answered in his slow drawl.  "Check it,“ he picked up one of the "dildos” off the tray, but Josh could see now they weren’t dildos at all - those were five cocks, severed clean, the ends banded!  And shit, he recognized…that was Eddie’s, and those other two still had pins in them - they had to Eric and Ben’s!  

Rizzo dangled his own dick in front of Josh’s face.  "Fuckin’ hot, bro.  Hurts, but not too bad, and I’ve gotten real good at stitchin’ up the stump,“ Rizzo thumped his round little stub, the end of the cath still sticking out, with the head of his dick. Josh nearly shot right there.  He couldn’t believe it…he’d dreamed about this for years, fantasized for so long, and Rizzo…holy fuck, he’d cut his dick off…and Eddie’s…and Ben’s, and Eric’s, and…  Josh looked over to the passed out football player and realized who the owner of the fifth cock was.  And AJ.  "Is…is he ok?” Josh nodded toward their boy.

“Yeah,” Josh chuckled.  "After he cut his dick off, he did a shot.  That’s what did him in.  I’m keepin’ an eye on him.  But now, about you…“

"You want to cut my dick off, don’t you?” Josh looked his buddy in the eye, trying to keep his head about him, but that was tough when everything seemed to be breathing.

“Nah, bro.  I want you to,” Rizzo picked up a bloody knife, wiped it clean, and handed it, hilt first, to Josh.  

He reached out and took it.  Holy fuck, this was it…what he’d dreamt about.  Josh held the knife down toward his cock.  "Over here,“ Rizzo put a hand on Josh’s ass and pushed him over toward the tray with the cocks on it, just high enough that Rizzo could push his hips toward it, his balls over the edge of the table but his cock on it.  "Between the bands,” Rizzo guided his hand, moving the blade of the knife over to Josh’s cock.  "When you’re ready, tilt the point down 'til it touches, then just push your hand down as fast as you can.  It’ll sting but not too bad.“

Josh just nodded, his eyes locked on his cock, and the five others on the tray.  The knife tip drooped down toward the table until it just touched.  Just one push, one motion, and his cock would join the others on the tray.  And he would join Rizzo and AJ and the others, he’d be dickless, like he’d dreamed.  Just one push.  One…quick…motion.

He breathed in sharply and tried not to cry out when the pain came, closing his eyes for a moment, then opening them for just long enough to see his cock lying on the tray before Rizzo made him turn and got to work on Josh’s new stump.  Josh just stood there in shock, his head turned, staring at his severed cock.  He reached over to pick it up.  It felt cold still, like it had for a few hours, but now…even colder, somehow.  The band kept the blood trapped inside, with little leaking out the cut end, and the whole thing was plump, turgid.

Something gripped him, and he didn’t know why, but Josh raised it to his mouth, opening slightly. He’d never sucked a dick before, but something about his own…he licked it, feeling the texture with his tongue, running it up underneath, pushing it in a little more…three inches in and he pulled it out, then in and out a few times again, just getting the feel for it.  He pulled it out, a thread of spit connecting his lips to his cock for a moment before breaking.

"There you go, bud.  Nice and tight,” Rizzo leaned back and stood up, tearing open a disinfectant pad and dabbing Josh’s new stump, tightly stitched up with half an inch or so of catheter poking out.  The stump ached, then went numb after Rizzo shot him up with some painkiller.  His buddy wrapped him up with some tight stick-on bandages, and Josh was good to go.

Josh stumbled back out to the living room, his balls swinging, the stump of his dick aching a little bit.  Everybody was already agog looking at Eric, Ben and Eddie, who stood proudly in the middle of the crowd, showing off their new cockstumps.  "Wow, Josh, too!“ somebody pointed, and they all looked over to see Josh, dickless and smiling sheepishly.

The other three dickless guys slapped his back and congratulated him, while everybody else jockeyed to ge a close look.  "Did it hurt?” they asked.

“Not really.”

Some of the crowd drifted back toward Rizzo, eager to lose their own cocks, while others stayed up front.  Brett ate out his ass while his hot boyfriend Rob sucked on his nuts, and Josh faded in and out a bit, seeing more dickless dudes every time he looked around.

“I dunno, man,” he heard Rob say beneath him.

“C'mon, let’s do it together!” Brett cajoled him, the two conversing beneath Josh’s legs.

“Can…can I cut yours off?” Rob asked, clearly not taking much convincing.

“If I can lop off that big log of yours,” Brett kissed him, the two making out with Josh’s balls resting on the back of Rob’s head.  They stood up.  "Hey, back in a few minutes, bro,“ they slapped Josh’s ass.

(I recently discovered this story, and thought that with halloween coming up, it was perfect timing to post this sick,# fiction story. 

**WARNING! Acute horror fiction.  Twisted, adult horror. 21+**

Re posted here, by direct permission of the author. Do not copy without permission and credit to the Author and or publisher.)

The Hunters.

By D. A. Richter.

It must have been nearly a year now, since I started messaging back and forth with various guys online.  These guys though were the type, that like me, enjoyed some pretty extreme fantasy role play.  One guy really stood out.  He messaged me, just one time, on a pretty fun website.  He just wrote, “I understand you and I will make sure you get what you ask for.”  I looked up his profile and it didn’t say much, not much to be inspired by there. But it was late at night and I just wrote back giving him my name on an encrypted web site.  Figuring that if he wanted some fun, intense role play chat, I’d be up for that some time.

I often would post some stories online on sites where guys shared similar interests.  For a long time, I was on a breath control site, but those sites would get popular then disappear.  Too popular for their own good I guess.  Often when the sites closed down, photos of mine disappeared with it, stories I loved and never downloaded disappeared, and sometimes some of the guys themselves would disappear.  Making me wonder if they lost interest, met someone, or went too far?

About a week after I sent that message, I read a response on the Whisper encrypted chat site.  He was pretty direct, while I continued to try to find out more about his own interests. I would try to get him to engage in erotic roleplay.  He would say, just enough to keep my interest.  He would say things like, “You know you are ready, but just scared.” Or, “It will be better for you, to just release all that tension you hold. Just admit you have a need, that is not just fantasy.”  Then one day he posts me a message that says, “It’s your turn now. Be ready to follow my instructions, or never hear from me again.”

I was suddenly feeling a little shock, not sure what exactly that meant but it gave me a cold chill and twinge in my shorts.  Four am the next day my phone kept vibrating with new messages. I logged in to Whisper, and my heart all but stopped.  This was too real.

“All is set up.”

“I found a match to your needs and he will follow your fantasies you have described, in exchange for your meat.  I shared the photos you sent and he found you very acceptable”

“Do not change your routine, or it will get ugly for you.”

“We have devised your processing to match your fantasies”

“Soon, in next few weeks, no more.  You will be approached and told to get in to vehicle.  This is your one last choice.”

My chest was tight.  I felt cold ice in my stomach. My stupid ass cock, was hard.  This seemed too real.  I told myself it had to be roleplay. I read over his messages from the last few days before they disappeared.  I was so hard.  I couldn’t help it.  Once again I laid down picturing a hot scene where I was abducted to be made into real meat, and shot more cum again.  

A little while later I began to have regrets and hopes that it was all just roleplay.  I started to get anxious and finally, unable to sleep I sent a few texts.  Basically thanking him for the fun chat.  And that IF it was real that I really couldn’t follow through.  Yet I wanted it to be real.  I just didn’t have the balls to follow through.  I eventually fell asleep after taking about 3 allergy pills to sedate myself.

Next morning at work.  I read the newest messages.  First it seemed to say it would be called off if I asked again before noon.  Then he implied it was just a game.  I felt relief.  Yet with that relief I started to miss the thrill of the last 24 hours. So I played along a little more. I couldn’t stop myself.  I got to the point where I was not sure if it was a game, was cancelled or still on? Pretty sure it was just really good play, and that he had set me up.  With that in mind I decided to convince myself it could still happen.  It made my whole day at work just fun.  My body just vibrated with thoughts of “what if”.

Monday was gym night after work.  Had an okay work out, nothing too great.  I skipped the shower, dressed back in spandex, then my Dainese leathers that I loved so much.  I strapped on my helmet and gloves and headed out to my fucking beautiful sport bike. As I walked into the shadows of the parking lot, I had imagined that any car near by might be the guy to take me away. I was hard again.

That night I sent a few texts.  I felt a lot better now.  I barely had any anxiety, I felt a deep throbbing need that cumming just didn’t quite satisfy.  More and more I started to feel it was just a game we were playing.  I even felt a tiny disappointment that it wasn’t real.

Two days passed.  Nothing too exciting.  I would go home to my lover and hold him so tight.  It felt good to feel his body, his skin soft next to mine.  We slept together in the same bed on Wednesday night. He could never understand what was going on.  I started to feel less inclined to play around with my dark fantasy friends.  It may not sound exciting but I loved him.  Well at least as much love as one can feel.  After my last major crash in 2012, I really lost the ability to connect in that way.  I can understand it and try to relate to it.  But some how I just don’t feel all touchy feely, the way I used to be, as a youngster.  I can understand and imitate some things but those feelings just don’t connect.  To register, touch and feelings and what you’d call emotion have to be really strong.  I enjoy what you may call pain.  Not as pleasure exactly but a strong input I can really feel at times.

I was far lost in thought Thursday evening.  My cardio work out was more like meditation.  I could feel my arms burn when pushing their limits.  I took a long shower but then had to dress back in my sweaty gym socks, and work shirt.  I didn’t have the spandex top with me today, that I usually wear under my leathers.  I slowly pulled up my leathers, taking my time.  Hoping some guy would come into the locker room and look at my gear with longing to touch it.  But I do fantasize a lot. I just sort of drifted out of the gym, my thoughts scattered. I locked down my tank bag when I heard a voice.

“Hey, Do you happen to have phone on you?”

I nodded. “It’s in my pocket here.” I indicated tapping my chest.

“Oh good.  Can I show you something, just over here? It will just be short moment.”

Again, I nodded and followed him over a few cars, to where the trees cast longer shadows of the street lights. He opened the rear passenger door to his Yukon and said. “We’ll leave the tank bag. All I need is your phone, now get in, it’s time.”

I swore I’d been stabbed with an icy knife right up my ass.  My stomach turned cold and my feet numb. I found myself like a passenger in my own body just partially nodding and without pause climbed right in. I seriously could not think at all my body was moving but my brain was fully locked.  No coherent thoughts. Total brain freeze. I just crawled up onto the bench seat and laid down without even being told what to do.  

He just closed the door then went around the car and got into the passenger seat up front.  A few moments later some guy I didn’t really look at climbed in to the driver seat.  

The first guy then said, “He’s our insurance. The driver here was keeping an eye out and had other means to make sure of your cooperation.  We really weren’t giving you any choice at this point. Now put these on. And make damn sure they aren’t going to come off, or we will lock them down so tight you won’t feel your hands anymore.”  

I glanced at the silvery cuffs he had just tossed at me.  They were the real thing. No play cuffs.  I slowly ratcheted the clasp around my left wrist first. Then stretching back with my right arm even more I closed the right cuff closed, maybe a little too tight but it was done now.

“Now just relax, keep your head down and in a little while we’ll get you all prepped for a long drive.”

I’m not sure how long it was, my head was still racing and I couldn’t think. We pulled off into some gravel. The doors were opened and they had me sit up.  “Here drink this, you are going to be hooded for a while and you won’t get more water for a while.”

I could tell it was not quite water at all.  It was probably Gatorade, but with something else added.  A soft leather hood was pulled down and tied in place. It had nose holes and a gag, already strapped in.  I sure hoped I didn’t get car sick.  But I started to feel very relaxed and began to drift off.  Secure in my leathers, and dark leather hood.  I felt so relaxed, so comfortable.  The motion of the vehicle rocked me, drifting off to sleep.

I barely remember walking in someplace.  I could smell old wood smoke, pine and maybe a little mildew.  I was lead to a padded surface, maybe a couch and drifted back out.

I carefully tried to open my eyes, as they pulled off the hood.  It was difficult to focus.  We were in a room with a sealed concrete floor.  Cheap paneling on the walls and a large open area in the middle of the room.  I could tell it was day light through the two sets of curtains, but that was all I could tell.  I only just started to realize my hands were free but a chain was locked around my bare ankle and locked to the frame of the futon I had been on.

“Well, time to see what you have to offer us.  Strip that gear down, now.”

I unzipped my suit dropped out of the sleeves.  And let the suit fall past my waist. I pulled of my shirts, and I was just thinking about what to do with my suit as it dropped down past my knees. Then I thought, “Oh yeah, oh fuck I’m probably never wearing my beautiful suit again.”

“Hang on there.  Don’t want you feeling like you’ve got some sort of freedom here.”

Handcuffs were quickly applied behind my back again.  I sat down as they unlocked my ankle chain, and the rest of my gear was pulled off.

“Well that looks just fine to me.” The driver said as he reached down grabbing my shoulders, my arms, then my chest.  “Here stand up and let me inspect you up close.”

I stood up and he came up behind me and reached around and stroked my chest and belly,  He bit down into the upper shoulder.  Not enough to draw blood but It sure made me hard.  I could feel his crotch, right at my locked hands.

The other guy reached into a hockey style duffle bag and pulled out long rope.  He stood in front of me as he eyed me and tied a good decent noose with the thick rope. It was happening so fast, it seemed. Yet I was starting to feel a lust for the rope.  I was uttering a noise, not unlike a moan.  I couldn’t help it.  My body seemed out of my control.

“Come here meat.”

I started to move and he just lifted up the heavy knot with the wide, open loop and dropped it on my head and let it slide down into place to rest on my shoulders.

“Feels good doesn’t it.  You like the feel of those rough fibers sitting there heavy on your shoulders don’t you.   I’ll bet you wish it was a little tighter though.  Just say the word and I’ll help you feel more snug.  Nice and secure.  Well?  You want to feel that?”

I nodded

“Use words!”

“Yes,” I uttered.

“Just a moment, hey.  Put that hood I gave you on now.”  Both men then slid down spandex hoods over their faces.  Just the eyes and mouth now showed.  He then went over to a camera and turned it on, facing the center of the room. He came back and using the noose like a leash, pulled me to the center of the room.  “Now, you were about to answer my question, let’s hear it again”

“Yes! I want to feel the noose tighter around my neck. Please just do it.  I need this so bad”.  I finally admitted.  Tears started to run down my face.  I wasn’t sad really, It was just so overwhelming now.

“That’s what we thought.”  He came up close and while he held the loop up high under my chin, the driver pulled the knot down tight.  It nearly was tight enough to stay in place.

A large stained but white bucket was brought over in front of me. He turned it upside down. “you know what this is for?  Your organs. When we gut you and cut you open this bucket will be really handy.  But for now It will make a nice little stool.”

The driver took the loose end of the rope and threw it up over a beam overhead.

“OH shit! This is real. Oh shit.”  I should be scared but my cock was jutting out and just dripping now.

On purpose, he very slowly started to take in the slack of the rope as I watched.  Each inch, each foot slowly rising upward.  Finally I could feel it beginning to pull a little on my neck. He kept pulling.

“Up now.  That’s it, just step up there on the bucket.  That’s better. See? Oh, almost forgot, my favorite toy.”

He pulled from his bag a shiny pronged tool.  He then added a thick yet tiny band to the prongs.  Without delay he walked up to me, grabbed my balls, and pulled them through the now stretched out band.  With a small pinch he relaxed his hand and the slid the tool out.  I had just been banded with the elastrator. He then added two more bands. And started to stroke me.

I was shaking now.  Trying to stand on the bucket.  The noose, helping me now keep my balance.

“Usually we place this band on whatever we are castrating for a good long while.  But well we missed that, so when we cut this sack off it’s going to hurt.  Going to hurt a lot.  In fact here’s what’s going to happen to you now.  Now that you are fully tied off you are ready to hang.  In fact you get to choose when you hang.  All you have to do is step off at any time.  If you are ready, step off.  If you are in too much pain, step off.  If you just can’t hold back any longer and the need to be snuffed, butchered and made into nice small packages of meat, step off.”

He slowly started to stroke my cock again.  Teasing me.  His partner then roughly shoved his thick finger up my ass.  I was so close…so close.  “SNAP!” He had slipped another elastrator band on.  This time down low on my cock.  Oh fuck that hurt and made me throb more.  He rubbed the head over and over.  Then kissed me hard on the lips.  It was exquisite.  The driver handed him a very sharp hooked knife.  He took the knife and very gently drew lines on my skin.   Immediately small drops of blood seeped out.  He just drew on me like he was tickling me. Yet he was cutting instead.  Just barely skin deep but it drew blood.  I thought I’d lose it, yet now I was craving any touch.  He stopped and pointed to a mirror.  

I saw myself in the mirror.  Thin lines dripping with blood, it still looked sexy, that noose so inviting. Oh I was so ready to hang.  Yet I didn’t want this to end just yet. My cock was starting to feel raw and cold.  He grabbed it and stroked it and started squeezing on my balls, then light pounding on my balls.  I was about to cum.  I could feel it ready to burst but it was trapped.  I was right on edge my feet burning.  Then icy hot pain.  He reached up and showed me my banded cock.  The Driver then grabbed my head and forced a mouth spreader gag in.  They started slowly bringing my cock to my own mouth then the cold head reached my spread lips.  It then was slid in.  he started pounding my balls again and pushed more with my severed cock.  I started to gag on my own dick. This was getting to be too much.  I thought of stepping back off the bucket, but I started cumming.  It burned like fire.  I was bleeding and cumming at the same time. He reached down and immediately cut off my balls.  They were now just a small wrinkled little sealed bag.  He brought them up and pressed them to my mouth.  He pushed.  He started stuffing them in. I was choking now and barely realized I had kicked out trying to stop him, and suddenly the rope closed tight. They stepped back and I started to spin.  I was really fucking hanging.  It didn’t hurt like I’d read, it felt great.  The rope kept getting tighter, my ears started ringing.  I started to try to escape, or reach the ground or anything but I couldn’t.  I was fucking hanging and I wanted it.

So after a long hiatus, I am getting back to this blog. This is a new story I wrote recently. Enjoy!

The title of the site, buried deep within the dark web, said everything that needed to be said. "DudesNoosed." Submissives were permitted to post free profiles with one stipulation. Every photo had to be breath control related, nude, or both. Dominants had no profiles. For a nominal annual fee (about the cost of a new Land Rover, for comparison), they had an anonymized ID number, complete access to the sub profiles, and unlimited messaging with them. Today, Dom #4264446 was browsing when he came across a profile that made him stop in his tracks. His primary photo showed him, naked, with a British-style noose pulled around his neck. The text of the profile read: Extinguish me I'm a 25 year old guy who doesn't want to live to see 26. I'll meet anyone, in person or on cam, as long as they are ready, willing, and able to watch me hang until I am dead. Don't bother messaging if you intend to let me live. If serious, I can be contacted anytime between 10:00 PM and 5:00 AM GMT, any day of the week. Kill me, Sir!

The Dom's interest was piqued. He had seen any number of similar profiles, only to have the sub consider it a game. But for whatever reason, he thought this one might be serious. He did the math, and discovered that it was 10:30 GMT, so he sent a message.

"Hello boy. This is your Hangman." Almost immediately, the sub replied, "You read the profile? I don't want to waste my time with another 'Hangman' who won't do the job." "I'm not playing games, as long as you aren't. Do you have your rope with you now?" "Yes, Sir! The noose is already in it, as you saw in the photos. I have a hook in the ceiling. I've tested it to 2.5x my body weight." "Tonight, it only has to hold you until you are dead. I want you on cam, now!" The sub turned on his cam. The Dom he saw was exactly as he was in the photos. In his best estimation, 180 cm tall, and about 72 kilos. He was wearing a Bolton Wanderers jersey and shorts. On the table was the rope, with the noose clearly visible at the end. He looked at the cam and said the last sentence of his profile, "Kill me, Sir!" "Yes boy, it is time for you to die. Strip." The sub removed the jersey first, followed by the shorts, which revealed a white jockstrap. He lowered that as well, then stepped back to allow the Dom to see that he was nude from head to toe. "Are you going to bind your wrists before you hang yourself?" "Of course, Sir." He holds up a set of metal handcuffs. "Will these do?" "Yes, those are ideal. Set up your noose now." The boy got up onto a short stool to reach up and fasten the rope. The noose dangled just above his head. "Good boy. Are you ready to do it now?" "Yes, Sir! Please order me to die." "Put the noose around your neck, and pull it tight." He looked at him and asked, "May I make a last statement?" The Dom said curtly, "No. Get on with it." The sub did as he was told. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to get his head through the loop, and then secured it with the end under his left ear. He placed a cuff on his right wrist, then put them behind his back, and snapped the left one shut. He turned enough to show that his wrists were secured. "You want me to extinguish you? It's time. Step off the stool, and make sure you kick it clear of your feet."

Our Camping Trip

It was last year that Mike and I rented a cabin out in the woods, a couple of miles outside a smell red neck town in the Cascade Mountains for a couple of weeks. Lots of privacy for playing all kinds of games. There was e heavy hemp noose hanging from a large tree in front of the cabin since the day we arrived. After a couple of days we drove into the town to stock up on food and stuff. Our conversation in the car coming beck turned to things sexual. We got back to the cabin end started some heavy foreplay on the ground outside. We were so involved we didn't hear the pick-up pull up behind us.

The rough hand on the back of my shirt yanking me off Mike, broke my concentration.

 Two big, heavy muscled lumberjack types had followed us back. One was holding me in place with the pressure of his massive forearm around my neck. The other had a shotgun aimed at Mike's belly.

They lost no time making clear their hatred for ' fuckin' faggots '. Then one of them spotted the noose. During the brief conversation that followed the noose ceased to be something Mike and I played around with and became what it was meant to be - an effective tool for killing a man.

Our hands were tied behind us. My attempt to reason with them brought a back-hand that knocked me on my ass.

At that point, I realized that our fantasy had become reality. In a very short time, I would be hanging by my neck until dead.

They backed the truck up under the tree. Mike was lifted up on the tailgate and the heavy hemp noose was tightened around his neck.

One man got into the truck and started it up while the other forced me to watch. A wild look came over Mike's face when the truck slipped into gear. Suddenly it moved forward and Mike was kicking hard et the short end of the rope. He died slow and hard. I listened to the gurgling noises he made, and watched his tongue and eyes bulge when his face darken. He strangled for a long time before his body swung slowly to a stop. A dark stain seeped through; his Levis and piss dribbled from one toe of his cowboy boots.

They cut him down- and retied the noose. I was pushed up on the truck and the same rope was tightened hard around my neck. My cock had started to pulse when Mike was hung, now it was ready to explode. The truck was driven out from underneath me and the knot slammed into my neck. An iron fist tried to rip my head off. I was aware of my feet kicking uncontrollably. A buzzing started in my ears and something exploded in my groin. As I faded into unconsciousness the buzz in my ears became a siren.

I was dimly aware of the state trooper standing over me as I came to. He had cut me down while his partner took care of the two killers. The trooper told me that someone had reported to them that the two men had Said something about killing some queers and the cops followed up the lead.

Now I'm the prime witness in their murder trial. My hanging scene created quite a sensation in court. The jury has been out for a couple of hours - there's no question about their verdict. They must be discussing the prosecutors demand for the death penalty. In Washington State they still hang men convicted of first degree Murder.