Tecpatl
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I’ve been working with AI to develop illustrations for my stories
We come for you in your cell. I have two strong assistants with me to drag you to your execution. They strip you of your clothes, tearing them roughly off your body until you stand naked in your cell. You have already pissed yourself with fear because, even though not a word has been spoken, you know this is the end for you. Fear has you paralyzed, you can barely stand on your own. So my assistants grab you under the arms, lifting you to drag you down the corridor, your bare feet scraping along the bare concrete floor. Finally we reach the execution chamber. It is the size of a small warehouse. Here you see my collection. Fit young men like you, except that they are already dead. Hanging from the steel rafters by the ropes around their necks. Except for the most recent they are in various stages of decay. We drag you to an empty noose. I put it over your head and tighten it slightly around your neck. The whole time I am looking into your eyes, drinking in the fear. But I see something else. Something I see occasionally in my boys who are about to die. Lust. Your eyes dart around at the fit, dead bodies. Your tongue licks your lips. This is why I give all of my boys one last opportunity for pleasure as they die, twisting at the end of a rope.
As I look into your eyes I tell you that I am going to leave your hands free. If you choose, and only one of my boys was ever able to resist the choice and die quickly, you can pull yourself up to release the pressure on your neck and breathe. You can live as long as your arms have strength. And if you wish, you can use the control of your slow strangulation to bring yourself to orgasm. I tell you that I have seen some beautiful orgasms from my boys, ropes of cum shooting from their straining cocks, weakening their bodies until they couldn’t pull themselves up any longer and finally let go and died their inevitable deaths. You look strong enough to achieve that kind of death. And I tell you how much I will enjoy watching your beautiful body die, no matter how you choose to strangle. I cup your balls in my hand. Your cock has lengthened as I talked.
I look over your shoulder to the attendant who is holding the end of the rope. It is all the sign he needs to haul you into the air, dangling with your feet just off the floor. I watch the surprise in your eyes as the noose takes you and raises you into the air. You suck in what air you can as it tightens around your throat, and instinct drives your hands to grasp the rope, your arms to pull you up to relieve the pressure and allow you a few breaths. And I see in your eyes that you know this is a hopeless move, that your arms won’t be able to relieve the pressure forever. And you can see by the lust and enjoyment on my face that I’m not going to let you down. The attendant has tied off the rope that holds you. You will hang where you are now until you are dead and beyond.
You slowly let your body lower into the hold of the noose around your neck, cutting off your air. As your arms rest your chest heaves, trying to draw in air but unable to now. Your toes curl and your cock hardens. Auto erotic asphyxiation. That is the technical term for what you are going through now. I can see by your body you have the strength, but will you have the resolve to bring yourself to cum, knowing that, unlike the teenager who tries this in the secrecy of his bedroom and releases himself after, the only possible end for you is death.
Once again you grasp the rope above your head, raising your body as your chest gasps for air. Such a wonderful sight that makes, the muscles of your chest straining for life. You take in three breaths and then lower yourself again, your cock growing harder and harder. You wrap your right hand around it and stoke it gently. Your face is growing red as you strain for breath. And then you grab the rope again, hauling yourself up, your chest sucking in as much air as it can through the still tightened noose.
I let you do this three more times, as your face gets bluer, your eyes bloodshot, your mouth open and straining for air. But your cock still strains for release. You make quite the erotic picture, and I am stroking my own cock now as I watch you, ready to come when you do. You seem to be practiced at pleasuring yourself, as your right hand strokes your cock and the fingers of your left are up your anus, and by the look on your face they have found your prostate. I can hardly imagine the pleasure and pain your body is going through right now, as you grasp the rope once more, pulling yourself up and gasping in enough air to go on with your mastubation.
But this time I signal to the attendants waiting behind you. They grasp your wrists and hold them. You can’t touch yourself. You can’t grasp the rope to pull yourself up. The pleasure that was on your darkening face gives way to pure terror now. I wonder if the task of edging yourself while you were dangling from the rope distracted you from what was really going on. But of course only you would know that.
Now your body begins to jerk on the end of the rope. Your feet kick and scramble as if they could find floor to stand on. The muscles of your chest expand and contract but it does nothing except provide me pleasure as I watch your rib cage try to suck in air that never comes. I am stroking my cock faster now, anticipating what is about to happen.
And then all the muscles in your body tighten at once as your cock shoots its final load, pearly ropes of your cum landing on the bare concrete below your feet. I join you, shooting my own load onto the bare floor. When your cock finishes you still have some dying to do, your body starts straining again. The attendants have let go of your arms because you don’t have enough strength left to lift your body. But still you try, grabbing the rope and desperately pulling. Your body is spasming, your toes curling, your face blackening. All of a sudden you seem to give in to the futility. You let your arms dangle at your sides. The spasms of your body slow, until you are swaying and turning on the rope. Last of all your chest stops its straining. I go up to your body and pull you close, putting my ear against the left side of your chest. I listen to what’s left of your ragged heartbeat slow, and then stop, my body still tingling with the glow of my own orgasm.
I step back and watch the swaying of your body slow, looking around at the other young men’s bodies where they hang. Yours is a fine addition to my collection, and yours was a beautiful death that brought me much pleasure. I notice my two attendants are jerking each other off as they run their hands over your cooling body. I smile at them and leave them to their pleasure.
