gnomeshole
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Hi everyone,
Nice to see others of same interests.
This personally happened to me when I was 12. The memories are burn deep as if it were yesterday. In no way am I promoting any kid try this… I was foolish for attempting it in the first place.
I'm into being hung… have been since I was a young kid. I'd strip naked and hang myself from the garage rafters when no one was home after school. I'd put a towel around my neck first to hide rope marks then tie a non slip noose around my neck before stepping off the chair and dangle in the air for several seconds before getting back up on the chair. One time and my last time for many years afterwards, I started off the same but this time the chair slid back about a foot as I step off, I instantly knew it was out of reach as I dangled in air. I tried hooking my foot on the back of it but this only started me spinning in circles, each time around I'd make a desperate lunge for it with my foot sometimes touching it before starting back around again. I was starting to panic and was kicking wildly as I felt this was it for me. I felt my bladder let loose and my bowels begin to open and warm shit begin to run down my naked legs. I started to think who was going to find my naked body here later on this evening. I could no longer hold my hands around the rope above my head and they dropped to my side, my legs now only scissored out when the chair came into view and then limp for the next go around, I started crying and more shit was expelled me. I figured I had one or two more tries for the chair before I'd black out because it was taking longer to complete each circle. I wanted to save what energy I had till the right moment, if someone had walked in at that moment they would have seen a naked pre puberty 12 year old dead and motionless except for turning clockwise from the rope. As I spotted the chair through the corner of my eye and I though it was taking forever and fear maybe I'd stop short before making it around. As I now turned so it was straight in front of me I mustard what little energy I had left. I threw out my right leg as far as I could hitting the chair but missing hooking it. I then scissored my legs sending my left leg out as far as I could and felt it catch hold of it and slowly drew it in close to me till my right foot could firmly rest on it taking the weight off the rope. With shaking hands I untied the rope from my neck and stepped down to the floor sat down there and cried for several minutes before getting a shower to wash off the shit from my legs. I figured this lasted no more than 4 minutes from start to finish, but felt like hours hanging there.
I didn't attempt this again for 2 decades.
I now have a gay sadistic master friend that's into hard ass beatings and strangulation and noose play. I love the thought of air dancing again for him but I'm not that 110 lb. kid in the garage anymore and afraid I might finish what was started many years ago.
Love hearing from others about their experiences.
Nice to see others of same interests.
This personally happened to me when I was 12. The memories are burn deep as if it were yesterday. In no way am I promoting any kid try this… I was foolish for attempting it in the first place.
I'm into being hung… have been since I was a young kid. I'd strip naked and hang myself from the garage rafters when no one was home after school. I'd put a towel around my neck first to hide rope marks then tie a non slip noose around my neck before stepping off the chair and dangle in the air for several seconds before getting back up on the chair. One time and my last time for many years afterwards, I started off the same but this time the chair slid back about a foot as I step off, I instantly knew it was out of reach as I dangled in air. I tried hooking my foot on the back of it but this only started me spinning in circles, each time around I'd make a desperate lunge for it with my foot sometimes touching it before starting back around again. I was starting to panic and was kicking wildly as I felt this was it for me. I felt my bladder let loose and my bowels begin to open and warm shit begin to run down my naked legs. I started to think who was going to find my naked body here later on this evening. I could no longer hold my hands around the rope above my head and they dropped to my side, my legs now only scissored out when the chair came into view and then limp for the next go around, I started crying and more shit was expelled me. I figured I had one or two more tries for the chair before I'd black out because it was taking longer to complete each circle. I wanted to save what energy I had till the right moment, if someone had walked in at that moment they would have seen a naked pre puberty 12 year old dead and motionless except for turning clockwise from the rope. As I spotted the chair through the corner of my eye and I though it was taking forever and fear maybe I'd stop short before making it around. As I now turned so it was straight in front of me I mustard what little energy I had left. I threw out my right leg as far as I could hitting the chair but missing hooking it. I then scissored my legs sending my left leg out as far as I could and felt it catch hold of it and slowly drew it in close to me till my right foot could firmly rest on it taking the weight off the rope. With shaking hands I untied the rope from my neck and stepped down to the floor sat down there and cried for several minutes before getting a shower to wash off the shit from my legs. I figured this lasted no more than 4 minutes from start to finish, but felt like hours hanging there.
I didn't attempt this again for 2 decades.
I now have a gay sadistic master friend that's into hard ass beatings and strangulation and noose play. I love the thought of air dancing again for him but I'm not that 110 lb. kid in the garage anymore and afraid I might finish what was started many years ago.
Love hearing from others about their experiences.