Orgasm of a Lifetime - Hanging Story - Complete

[spt1966]

Chapter 1 - Introductions

I saw him one night at the edge of the park near a lamp post where I went when I wanted to hook up with someone. He was young and cute as hell--brown hair, a little long and just covering his ears; gray eyes that almost sparkled in the moonlight; a shirt with horizontal stripes, something no real adult would wear; and faded, very tight blue jeans, highlighting what seemed to be a nice package. All in all, he was a perfect specimen of cuteness and innocence.

I was really lucky to come across him--no one would have left this beauty standing there alone for long. As I got closer, I saw a slight blush in his cheeks and a nervous look in his eyes. "This must be his first time here," I thought, grinning. I always enjoyed new meat--so much curiosity, so much uncontrollable energy, and a desperate need to cum.

I didn’t want to scare him off, so I approached him casually, like I was out for a walk. With a friendly smile, I said, "Hi" and he responded with a "Hi" of his own. His voice was as sweet as he looked--I bet he sang in a choir.

"My name is Steve. What’s yours, son?"

"Uh...Darren."

"Nice to meet you, ‘uh...Darren’."

I put out my hand. He took it with a light grip and we shook hands.

"What brings a nice kid like you to a place like this?" I asked with the obvious cliché.

"W-well, some of the guys at school said that f-fags come out here to do stuff."

"Fags, huh? Then why did you come here?"

He told me a story about this friend he had and that they started, as he put it, secretly "messing around" at his friend’s house a few years ago. Then, last year, his friend moved away. He was too shy and scared to be called a "fag" to do anything with any of the other boys at school and he’s been lonely ever since. On top of that, his dad was a fundamentalist preacher and hated homosexuals, going on about their evil ways almost every week at church. His loneliness and need for sex finally drove him to come to the park to see what the talk was about.

"So what did you and your friend do, exactly?"

"Uh, we messed around. You know."

"Yes, but what? Jerking off together? Sucking? Fucking?"

He looked a little stunned at the words I used. "Oh, well, we’d, uh, j-jerk off together, and sometimes he’d...suck my dick." His head lowered as he looked at his feet. "But I was too scared to suck his."

"Why’s that?"

"Well, you know, I didn’t want someone at school to find out and start calling me a ‘fag’."

"And yet you’re here where the ‘fags’ hang out."

He was silent for a few moments, sighed and then gathered the courage to say, "Alright. My dad thinks I might be gay because I’ve never had a girlfriend or been on a date so I made up a story that I was going out with a girl from school and so I had to leave the house to make it seem real but I came here instead. I mean, I really want to...."

"Get your rocks off with a guy."

"Yeah." He looked at me with a mix of fear, eagerness and desperation.

"So how old are ya?"

"Eighteen," he said.

"Okay. Tell ya what, son. I’ll help you way beyond just shooting your wad. I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll see stars."

"Will you make me do stuff to you? Like s-suck you?" He looked even more frightened.

"Not right now. I just promise that tonight I’m going to make you cum like you never have before. Now, where do you wanna do it? Here?"

Some sounds of grunting came from the trees--it’s always hard to keep quiet when you’re blowing your load into someone else’s mouth. "I-I’m kinda scared of being here..."

"Then let’s go back to my place. It’s nice and safe there"

I took him back to my car and we drove off to my house a little outside of town, where we could have some privacy....

 

[spt1966]

Chapter 2 - Agony and Ecstasy

We finally arrived at my house. It was modest but suited me just fine, considering that I lived alone. What I really liked were the trees and tall shrubs surrounding it, blocking almost all view from the road. It was nice and private.

I opened the front door and invited him in. The living room was nothing much--just a couch, a couple of chairs, a TV and a stereo. Off to one side was the kitchen, and on the other side a hallway. I guided him down the hallway where he noticed a closed door on the right labeled "Private." He asked, "What’s in there?" and I told him, "Just some things I have to keep me entertained. Nothing you need to worry about, son."

A little further down the hall on the left was the master bedroom. I had a nice king-sized bed with a big headboard and mirror. There were also mirrors on the ceiling. Yeah, it was beyond retro, but hey, I liked to see all the action in the room no matter where I was.

"Okay, stud. Here we are. You still want that cum I promised you?" He looked around the room, still a bit nervous and said, "Yeah." I said, "Okay. First, I want you to go take a shower--I like my guys to be squeaky clean."

I showed him to the bathroom. Along with the standard stuff I had a nice full-sized shower, big enough for two and with two shower heads. "Okay, here you go. Get cleaned up."

I hadn’t moved away from the doorway and he just stood there, blushing slightly and looking embarrassed. "You want some privacy?" I asked gently. He nodded.

"No problem." I handed him a towel and told him to clean himself everywhere, including under his foreskin (if he had one, I didn’t know yet) and even between his butt cheeks. He blushed further, looked down a bit and nodded. "O-okay," he said. God, he was so precious.

I closed the bathroom door and heard the shower come on. After almost ten minutes the water finally stopped. He must have really taken me seriously! A few minutes after that, he emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair slightly wet and uncombed. He couldn’t have been more than 5’10" (he was definitely short than I was, and I’m six feet tall) and maybe 150 pounds dripping wet. He had just the right amounts of muscle and body fat--a slight muscular definition mixed with some curves at his waist and a beautifully round ass. His skin was light, smooth and unblemished, just dying to be touched--absolutely angelic.

I sat down on the bed and motioned him over. He came over and just stood there, not knowing what to do next. "Um, if you want to do this," I told him, "you’re gonna have to lose the towel...."

Sheepishly, he pulled on the side of the towel and it dropped to the floor. I could now fully inspect my prize. His nipples were slightly puffy but without any fat behind them. His dick was about six inches long and circumcised, with a mild scar ring half-way down the shaft. It had a beautifully flared head with a nice plump red corona. He must have been a late bloomer--he had tufts of hair around penis which only went down the sides of his balls. He had no belly hair and only very light leg hair. In a word: perfection.

I sat him down on the bed and gently laid him back. He had a semi hard-on and was obviously still a bit nervous. I told him, "Just close your eyes. I think you’ll really enjoy this." I took off my shirt and moved myself up to his shoulders, licking his body lightly as I went, stroking his arms and sides. I slowly moved my tongue down to his nipples and started licking and gently sucking on them. They quickly became hard as rocks. His penis got slightly harder and he began to moan softly.

I gradually worked my tongue down to his belly. I moved my hands to his nipples and stroked them with the lightest touch to keep them hard. I licked in and around his belly button for a while and then descended to his pubes. Finally, I parted his legs slightly so that I could lick and suck on the hairless bottom of his ball sac. He was now fully hard and starting to groan.

I moved his legs apart more, lifting them and bending them at the knee. This gave me direct access to his pink, hairless pucker. I licked in large circles around it, gradually getting closer and closer to the center. Reaching his cherry, I darted my tongue in and out, just putting the slightest pressure on it. He started writhing and leaking pre-cum.

I put the tip of my finger on his hole and rubbed it lightly. Meanwhile, I went back to just above his pubes and licked up the sweet drops of his pre-cum. It had been almost half an hour since I started working him over, and he probably couldn’t last much longer. Or could he?

His balls were tight but I knew I could keep him from cumming for a bit more. I licked up and down the sides of his dick, being careful to avoid the sensitive corona, head and the bit of frenulum that was still left from the circumcision. He started to thrust his hips into the air and grunt loudly. He wanted to cum pretty bad but I wouldn’t let him.

I grabbed both of his arms and held them down at his sides. I lay down on top of his body, his throbbing dick right up against my naked chest. I started licking his nipples again. After a few minutes of this fresh assault, he started thrusting, trying to hump me from underneath, desperate to cum. I got up off his body and turned him over, pushing his knees forward to lift his ass and fully expose his hole.

I licked up and down that forbidden area between his balls and his asshole, occasionally poking my tongue deeper into his pucker with more and more force. I grabbed his arms and held them behind his back to stop him from playing with his dick. His balls were impossibly wrinkled and tight now--I had to do everything I could to keep him from cumming.

I tried to slow things down a bit. While holding his wrists together, I leaned over and opened the drawer of my nightstand. I pulled out a two foot long strip of terrycloth (my gentlest "rope") and used it to tightly bind his wrists behind his back. With his hands now secure, I was able to grab another length of terrycloth to use in blindfolding him, making sure he could no longer see anything.

He started making louder noises--whimpers mixed with grunts plus a little panting and cries of "Oh God, oh God." I was firmly in control, and he was losing his. To sexually torture him further, I turned him onto his back, with his wrists still tied behind him. I kissed his gorgeous face and licked around his ears and down his neck. He was like a bucking bronco now, thrusting his hips into the air, trying to get that last bit of stimulation his dick needed to end his agony, but I refused to let him have it.

I rubbed my hand around his belly, just down to his pubes without touching his throbbing penis, which was leaking more precum than ever now. I gathered up as much of that wonderful boy juice as I could with a finger, rubbing it under his nose and then roughly pushing my finger into his mouth for him to taste the rest. (When I was that age, I loved eating my precum--it made me so much hornier when getting off.) He was turning into a maniac now, thrusting his hips wildly and yelling, "Do it! Finish it! Now!"

I grabbed a third length of terrycloth, wrapped it around his neck and tightened it slightly before tying a knot, just to put some mild pressure on his windpipe to introduce him to being strangled while cumming. He had lost all control now and was desperately fighting his bonds to try to get an orgasm any way he could. I had given him a full hour of hellish sexual torture and it was now time to satiate his hysterical need.

Without warning, I thrust both my hands under his body, grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them hard. I plunged my mouth down on his dick, taking in all six inches at once. I sucked him as mercilessly as a vacuum cleaner and without moving my mouth at all. Instead, I rubbed my tongue all over the head of his dick, especially licking at the hyper-sensitive part on the underside, just below where the head meets the shaft.

Within seconds, he exploded in my mouth, blasting out volley after volley of cum; three, four, five, six loads went straight down my throat. His body kept convulsing as his orgasm continued, but finally the force and volume of his spurts died down which let me savor the sweet cream now oozing directly onto my tongue.

He was completely spent and in a daze. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. All he could do was nod.

"Was it as good as I promised it would be?"

"More...," he croaked.

I kissed him on the lips and snuggled up next to him. He fell asleep within minutes.

Oh, yes. I was going to have a lot of fun with him.

I had to get him home before it got too late. At his age, I’m sure he was allowed to stay out with his friends well after dark, but I didn’t want to push it. I let him sleep for about an hour and then I woke him up and helped him get dressed--he was still groggy and overwhelmed by the experience he just had. He said he lived back in town about a mile away from the park where I picked him up. I drove him back into town and stopped my car around the block from his house, turning my headlights off in a dark area where the streetlight had burned out.

"Okay. Here ya go, kiddo. If you want more action like you had tonight, just hang out at that same lamp post in the park--I’ll find you. And don’t let anyone else talk you into going with them."

He nodded and I gave him a goodnight kiss. He got out of the car and started towards his house, and I turned around and drove back home. There was no question that he’d be back at that lamp post tomorrow night--his hormones had completely taken control of him. He would obsess about his experiences all day tomorrow and make up any excuse to come back to the park for more.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have been handed such an opportunity on a silver platter.

I was going to own this kid. He was all mine.

 

[spt1966]

Chapter 3 - Getting Serious

I arrived at the park the next night about an hour after sunset. He was already there, standing under the lamp post, looking around desperately. He had probably been there for hours, wanting to be absolutely sure I noticed him and wondering if I’d ever show up. Even though it was chilly, he was only wearing a tee shirt and tight shorts, which wonderfully highlighted his package and smooth legs.

Suddenly, he saw me as I approached the light, ran right at me and almost knocked me over. He clearly wanted more of what I gave him last night; his face was as good at concealing his excitement as his shorts were at concealing his swelling boner.

"What took you so long?!" he asked in a frustrated voice.

"Gotta pay the bills, son," I replied. "So, you want to have more fun tonight?"

"Duh!" he barked as he ran past me towards my car.

Once we got back to my house, he ran into my bedroom and immediately ripped off what clothes he was wearing. I got undressed more slowly, relishing the thoughts of what I had planned for him tonight. I showed off my body to him--my muscle tone was just okay but I had very little body fat. I was definitely hairier than him, with some on my belly and chest, and the big bush over my cock that ran down past my balls and up my ass crack. My cock was also a little longer and thicker than his--seven inches, with a circumcision scar just behind the head.

His hard-on was throbbing with a little drop of pre-cum beading on the tip, eager for stimulation. I took him into the shower and made him wash me all over, paying special attention to my asshole which I made him repeatedly clean (inside and out) with his soapy fingers. I washed him with the same care, gently cleaning the outside of his cherry; he had clearly never been fucked before (even with a finger) and if I hurt him, he might never give me the chance.

We dried off and got onto the bed. I started kissing and licking his face, slowly moving down his body and finally taking his dick in my mouth. I brutally assaulted his cock and balls with both my hands and mouth, getting him to cum in less than two minutes. I was actually surprised he lasted as long as he did.

I kept his entire load in my mouth, moved up the bed to his face, forced his mouth open with mine and dribbled his sperm into his waiting, innocent mouth. We kissed for a few minutes, sharing his salty sweet cream as our tongues met and danced together. Once we both finished swallowing our share of his load, we separated.

"That’s it?" he asked, disappointed.

"Oh no, son. That’s just the beginning. But first things first--you’re not the only one around here who likes blow jobs and getting their rocks off. I’ve already given you two; it’s only fair that I at least get one in return."

He looked a bit apprehensive, and then I remembered what he said about not having given his friend one. I assured him, "I know you were too scared to do it with your friend, but I won’t tell anyone. I promise."

"I’m sure I’ll suck at it," he said, discouraged.

"Don’t suck at it, son. Suck on it!"

He chuckled, "Okay, I’ll try...."

He moved down the bed to my cock and studied it, like a zoologist examining some new animal he’s just discovered deep in a jungle. I told him, "The main thing about sucking dick is to keep your teeth behind your lips and mouth."

Trying to remember the techniques I used on him, he picked up my semi-hard penis in his left hand, gave it a couple of quick tugs, then slowly lowered his mouth onto it. He got part way down the shaft and my dick slipped out of his mouth.

"Either hold it with your hands or keep your lips locked tight around it."

He grabbed my cock and tried again. Mouth in place, he started moving his head up and down, holding a hand at the base of it to keep it steady. However, he wasn’t sucking on it or moving his tongue, still too inexperienced to know what to do.

"Look. I know you’re new at this, but it’s really simple--move your hand up and down the shaft a bit while you move your mouth up and down around the head. Keep doing that until it gets hard and then start sucking on it like a popsicle. Finally, lick the head all over with your tongue."

He did has I instructed, eventually bobbing his head up and down on my dick--so far, so good. After gaining some confidence, he started sucking. Hard. Really hard. He was like a vacuum cleaner with two settings: "Off" and "Remove the chrome from a trailer hitch".

Fortunately, the ridiculous amount of suction he produced dramatically increased the pleasure I was receiving. Eventually, he started moving his tongue around my glans and corona--oh yeah, even better. I had him play with my balls but it still wasn’t quite enough stimulation to send me over the edge. I grabbed his head and pushed it down my shaft. "C’mon! Take it deeper!"

He just lay there, not sure what to do next. I pushed his head harder, down as far as it would go, rubbing his nose into my pubes. He started to gag. "You gotta learn to take it deep. Open your throat up--you’re supposed to be getting my rocks off, not drinking from a straw!"

Somehow, he managed to stop gagging and I shoved my rod in again as deeply as I could. "Yeah, lemme feel the back of your throat you little cock sucker! You want this bad, don’t ya?!" After a few more trips deep into his mouth I was ready to spew.

Without warning, I pulled myself out of his mouth and flipped us both over, all in one movement. I straddled his chest, pointed my cock at his face, looked him straight in the eye and said, "This is for you, son."

I fired arcing ropes of my thick cum all over his face, eyes, nose, and mouth. I loved the look on his young face as I did it--a mix of anxiety, excitement and fear. Finally spent, I sat on his chest for a couple minutes, panting, my cum slowly turning clear and runny.

I scooted myself down his body and lay on top of him. I lapped up the rivulets of cum on his face and pushed them into his mouth with my tongue. My sperm was definitely headier and saltier than his but still tasted damn good. I held him to the bed like that for at least five minutes before I spoke.

"Are you ready for the next part? I sure am. And I know you’re gonna like it."

I moved down and started working on his dick again with my hands and mouth, getting him rock hard in no time. Ah, youth. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it on the bed. "I’m going to let you fuck me now. Put some lube on both of us and just go for it."

He grabbed the bottle, obviously eager to try. I got on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. "Make sure you get lube both outside and inside my asshole. You’ll get it in a lot easier that way." I heard squishing noises and then felt him put a finger up my ass.

Now lubed, he kept poking his dick at my ass trying to figure how to hit the target. I pulled my cheeks apart and said, "Look, just put the head of your prick right up against my hole and then push until it goes in." After a few more tries he finally got the angle and pressure right and the glans of his cock popped past the ring of my anus. This kid was ready to fuck something, and I was all too happy to be his toy.

He quickly got into a good rhythm and then lay all the way down on my back. I could feel him rub his whole body against me with each thrust--he clearly liked the skin contact.

I moved my hands up to his ass and rubbed and squeezed his cheeks as he fucked me. He was going so fast that he started panting a bit, resting his chin against my left shoulder. In the mirror, I could see his face--his mouth was open and his eyes had that glazed look that told me that he was concentrating so hard on his pleasure that he had completely lost touch with his surroundings. All that mattered to him was his dick and the incredible feelings it was giving him. An elephant could have walked right in front of him and he wouldn’t have noticed at all.

I sank down onto the bed slowly, holding onto his smooth butt cheeks to keep him from slipping out of me. The feelings he was giving me were great--the cleft of my ass rubbing against his shaft; my warm, lubed rectum being stretched by the head of his cock; the tops of his legs and his balls slapping against me; his fingers digging into my shoulders as he sped up his thrusts. I was enjoying this as least as much as he was.

He was grunting loudly now, getting closer to his goal. It was time. Without warning, I sprang up off the bed and pushed him aside, his cock slipping out of my ass. He tumbled off of me, clearly frustrated. He tried to climb back onto me but I pushed him away and moved towards the nightstand. I quickly opened the drawer and grabbed all three strips of terrycloth.

I moved back to the middle of the bed, lay on my back, grabbed a pillow and put it under my ass, raising it up. I pulled my legs all the way up to my head and held them there with my arms. "Tie my wrists as tightly as you can with one of the strips there." He took a piece of terrycloth, firmly wrapped it around my wrists and tied a good knot to keep it from coming off. He must have learned that in the Boy Scouts or something.

"Good. Now blindfold me with another one."

He put another strip over my eyes, tying it off with another good knot.

"It’s time to get serious. Put that last piece of cloth around my neck." With a concerned look, he did as he was told.

"Perfect. Now start fucking me again." He crawled up between my legs and under my arms, laying his body down on mine. He reached down to his crotch, feeling around for his dick and then trying to find my asshole with it. Once he reacquired his target, he pushed in and resumed his thrusting, moved his arms up and grabbed my shoulders with his hands. It only took him a few minutes to build his pleasure back to the plateau he had reached before I knocked him off of me.

After a couple more minutes, he had completely zoned out again; he was only aware of two things--his dick and his building orgasm. I slapped his ass with my heels a few times to snap him back to reality and make him last longer.

"Choke me! Now!" He looked at me, terrified. "Do it!" I yelled.

He grabbed each end of the cloth encircling my neck and timidly started pulling. "Dammit, son. I’ll knock you over and start fucking you raw if you don’t do what I tell you. Choke me, you little shit!"

He got the message, pulling hard on both ends of the cloth. It was getting more difficult to breathe and I was getting light-headed--God it felt great. He fucked me faster and faster, probably scared of what might happen if he kept the makeshift garrote around my neck much longer. I could barely breathe but I manage to grunt out, "Tighter! Tighter!" He pulled even harder on the cloth. I was finally getting what I wanted--I was suffocating, completely unable to breathe at all.

His balls slapped against me loudly as he panted. I saw stars and knew I couldn’t stay conscious much longer. I clenched my asshole as tightly as I could around his cock and then released it, repeating this with what little energy I had left, trying to send him over the edge.

Suddenly he started spraying my insides with his thin, watery cum. I passed out just as I felt him release inside me, my own dick now spurting load after load in between and all over us. He immediately let go of the cloth, locked his lips on mine and pushed air into my lungs. I slowly crept back into consciousness with him slapping me on the face half yelling, half crying "Wake up! Wake up!" afraid that I was beyond help. I slowly opened my eyes and, barely able to speak, I asked him to remove my bonds. I recovered my strength while he lay on top of me, both of us completely spent.

"How’d you do that--cum without being sucked or jerking off?"

"From you choking me. Being suffocated eventually makes you pass out, but it can give you one hell of an orgasm."

He slid off of me, cum still covering both our bodies and just said, "Wow."

My plan worked--I had piqued his curiosity to try it himself.

 

[spt1966]

Chapter 4 - Popping Both His Cherries

Over the next few nights the kid would always be there, standing by the lamp post like a dog waiting dutifully for its master. Back in my bedroom, we would take turns sucking each other off, with the recipient being blindfolded, hands bound and strangled just before cumming. After that, he would fuck me and then strangle me as hard as he could near the end so we could cum together again. It was fun stuff, but I wanted more.

Not only did I want to get him into strangulation (which he was starting to), but also I wanted to fuck his brains out while I choked him unconscious. To make sure he’d warm up to being fucked, I decided to get him so horny that his hormones would force him to agree.

I met up with him on Sunday night and made up a story about leaving early the next morning for a business trip, so I didn’t have the time that night for any fun. On top of that I wouldn’t be back until Friday. I told him that if he could force himself not to cum while I was gone, we would do something really special on Friday night. To increase his anticipation and curiosity further, I wouldn’t tell him what it was, but I did tell him, "No cheating or playing with yourself, or the deal’s off." He was clearly disappointed about not having sex that night but he was just as anxious to find out what was going to happen Friday night. I knew that by then, he would be so blinded by horniness that he would do anything I wanted.

After a torturous week (I didn’t get my rocks off during this time either!), Friday finally came and I found him under the lamp post fidgeting like a four-year-old who needed to pee--he was horny as fuck and his pent up sexual energy was driving him nuts.

"Okay, son. Since it looks like you’ve held out all week without any sex, we’re going to do that special thing I talked about before."

His expression was like a kid just before opening his biggest Christmas present. "What is it? What is it?!"

"I’m going to fuck you."

He was taken aback, disappointed and definitely fearful. "W-won’t that hurt?" he asked, sheepishly.

"Not if I stretch your hole slowly and we do it right. Besides, when you fucked me, did I look like it hurt?"

"Well, no...."

"There you go. And haven’t you enjoyed everything we’ve done since we started?"

"Yeah...."

"Then trust me. You’re gonna love it."

"If you say so." He was still apprehensive but at least willing to give it a try. If I wasn’t careful, though, he might bolt like a deer hearing a twig snap in a forest.

Back at my house, in the shower, I took extra care when washing his asshole. I got a lot of liquid soap on my finger and very gently pushed it against his pucker, rubbing up and down and around his anus, finally pushing in just the slightest amount. He let out a quick gasp but otherwise didn’t object. I withdrew after a few minutes of finger fucking him. He was ready for the next phase.

I applied liquid soap to two fingers this time, performing the same dance with them around his asshole, finally pushing my way in. He let out a grunt and grimaced slightly but didn’t complain. As I slowly moved my fingers in and out his face showed an expression of confusion and pleasure; he liked what I was doing to him but had never experienced feelings like this before.

It was time for the final test. I pushed him up against the shower wall, making him plant his hands, his chest and the side of his face flat against the wall. I spread his legs apart and pulled his feet back slightly, exposing his asshole. From behind, I could just see the dangling bottom of his ball sac past the smooth crack between his cheeks.

I soaped up three fingers and immediately pushed them against his sensitive pucker. He let out a loud yelp followed by a grunt but otherwise didn’t move. I started moving my fingers deeper into his rectum than ever, fucking him slowly. When going in, he would let out a low, guttural moan followed by a quiet sigh on the way out. After a few minutes of this, I began spreading my fingers apart to stretch his hole further; this was met with a loud grunt and a jerk of his hips. I slowed down but didn’t stop my assault--he continued to grunt but he wasn’t jumping in pain anymore either. I kept this up until I thought he was ready to take my cock up his ass.

He had no idea what was coming next. After we dried off, I went to the nightstand and grabbed a pair of leather cuffs, each with a ring attached to it, along with a chain, a padlock and a black blindfold. I hid the implements of bondage out of his sight as I slowly approached him, a sly grin on my face. Before he could react, I quickly put the cuffs on his wrists and forced him down onto the bed, face first. With his face buried in the comforter, I pushed his arms over his head, ran the chain through rings on the cuffs and pulled each end of the chain through a metal ring at the head of the bed. Finally, I locked the ends of the chains together, preventing him from escaping.

Once he was secure, I put the blindfold over his face and tied it roughly behind his head. He started whimpering, "Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me."

"As long as you cooperate, son, it won’t hurt. Well, mostly won’t."

I grabbed a small, tapered dildo from a lower drawer in the nightstand along with some lube. I raised his hips and shoved a pillow underneath, giving me better access to his asshole. After lubing the dildo I pushed it against his cherry, twisting it around as I went. "Ungh," he said as he gritted his teeth. With my other hand, I grabbed his dick in between the pillow and his pubes and pulled it out, his balls laying on the underside of the shaft and pre-cum oozing out of the tip and staining the pillow.

I kept fucking his ass for about five minutes with the dildo, moving it in and out, from side to side, all in an effort to stretch his hole. He sighed immediately when I finally pulled the dildo out.

I grabbed a bigger dildo from the nightstand drawer, this one with a large, flared head. Lubed, I forced it into him slowly but steadily. He responded with a long, somewhat pained cry of "Ahhhhhh!" as the head of the dildo stretched his pucker more than even my three fingers did in the shower. I kept up the pressure on his ass by steadily pushing and pulling the dildo all the way in and then all the way out, rubbing all over the insides of his rectum and fully dilating his anus. He was as ready as he was going to get.

I lubed up my now rock-hard dick and knelt down on either side of his knees. I leaned forward, one arm supporting me and one arm guiding my prick to his asshole. He sucked in some air with a hissing sound as I entered him. I lowered myself onto him, making him feel all of my weight and letting him know that his body was mine. This was my favorite position for fucking--I was in control and everything that was about to happen was entirely for my pleasure.

"You belong to me now," I whispered in his ear. I pushed my arms under him, grabbed his shoulders from underneath and forced his body tightly against mine.

I started pulling myself out of his ass as slowly as I could, making him feel every inch of my cock as it slid through his rectum and past his asshole. I kept pulling out of him until the corona of my dickhead reached his anal opening and held it there; taking in all of the exquisite feelings I could from his newly popped cherry. Just as slowly, I pushed back into him all the way and then some, flattening the pillow underneath him.

I kept this up for several minutes, savoring every deliciously slow stroke, knowing that his hole would never quite feel the same way again for either of us. It also helped him to be more comfortable being fucked and to become familiar with the sensations it produced for him.

Over time, I sped up my thrusts. I moved my hands down to his nipples and began to stroke them with a light touch, torturing them while I fucked him faster. He began pushing his hips up on each stroke to smack his ass against my pelvis; clearly, he was starting to enjoy this.

I pulled the pillow out from underneath him, grabbed his hips and forced him into the doggie position. I really started to fuck him now, making both him and the bed move with each thrust. I continue to long-dick him, maximizing my feelings on each stroke by stimulating every nerve in my dick with his tight asshole. Eventually, though, I’d drained every ounce of pleasure I could get from his body in this position, so it was time for another change.

I pulled out of him and flipped him over onto his back, the bonds on his wrists pulling tighter with the twisting of the chain. He had no idea what was coming next, which made it all the more exciting. However, he clearly enjoyed everything until now--his dick was hard as a rock and had been leaking even more pre-cum all over the pillow and the bed. I grabbed the pillow and pushed it under his ass to raise him up and fully expose his asshole. I moved his legs apart and dove on top of him, taking him by surprise, fully penetrating him in one shot. I fucked him with quick strokes, my belly rubbing roughly against the underside of his cock.

I looked at his face. He bit his lower lip, and, even with the blindfold, I could tell he was squeezing his eyes shut with tremendous force grimacing in both ecstasy and pain. Eventually, a weak smile crossed his face, a soft "Oh!" escaping his lips each time I thrust into him. Now that he enjoyed being fucked, it was time for the evening’s final act--popping his second "cherry".

I quickly grabbed a hand towel and some nylon rope from the nightstand’s lower drawer, wrapped his neck with the towel--someone might get suspicious of rope burns--and then tightened the rope--hard. I could see through the blindfold that his eyes popped wide open in fear, suddenly realizing what I was doing. While continuing to fuck him mercilessly, I tightened the rope even more, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe. His thoughts were confused and torn--part of him was scared shitless and wanted to run, but another part of him, driven by his pent-up sexual desires, wanted more.

These were probably the most intense feelings he’d ever felt--fear, shock, and the beginnings of suffocation; the deeply primal pleasure/pain of having something moving in and out of your ass; the bliss of your dick being rubbed, albeit incidentally; and having the warm body of the person giving you these feelings lying on top of you. He was frozen in place because his overwhelmed brain simply couldn’t figure out what to do.

His face turned red and I could hear gurgling mixed with an occasional stolen breath as he forced air through his constricted windpipe. He could just barely get enough air into his lungs and blood into his brain to stay conscious. I fucked him for at least five more minutes, dragging it out as long as I could--keeping him just on the edge of passing out, until I couldn’t take any more. I had to cum.

I pulled hard on both ends of the rope strip, completely cutting off his breath and the blood flow to his brain. He panicked and tried to buck wildly, but with his wrists bound and his legs pressed back almost to his shoulders, he didn’t have the leverage to move very much and was quickly losing the energy to do so. Besides, I was firmly astride him, holding him down, choking the life out of him and fucking him like a rabbit, and I wasn’t about to let up. His chest started heaving and I could tell he was losing consciousness. During this last, desperate struggling, his face turned purple and his asshole clenched and squeezed my cock as he blasted his pent-up load between us, covering both of our stomachs with his sticky cum.

That sent me over the edge. I shot load after thick load of my sperm up into his gut. God, I hadn’t cum like this in ages. Even after my orgasm finally subsided, I could feel cum oozing out of his dick. Both of us now spent, I released the rope around his neck and removed the blindfold. His primal instincts took over and his lungs sucked in a deep breath. He started coughing and gasping violently and involuntarily, his body desperate to recover from his near-death experience. As he continued to heave and sputter, he slowly crept back into consciousness, his eyes opening and staring blankly ahead, like he was looking into some distant universe.

After a few more minutes he finally recovered his breath and awareness of his surroundings. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "Some orgasm, huh, son?"

He coughed a bit more, eyes regaining their focus and with an excited look on his face he blurted out, "When can we do that again?!"

 

[spt1966]

Chapter 5 - You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet

Each night we took turns in bed with the rope--sometimes I would fuck and strangle him with a towel and rope, and sometimes he would do the same to me but with the rope biting directly into my flesh.

After a couple of weeks, though, I was tiring of this game and wanted more. It was time to get him interested in the ultimate pleasure of having a rope around his neck--hanging.

One night, after our regular shower, I asked him if he wanted to try something that was even more intense than anything we had done so far.

"Sure," he said excitedly.

"Okay. Remember each time that I’ve promised the best orgasm you’ve ever had just before we’ve tried something new."

"Yeah."

"Well, I promise what we’re going to do now will give you the most intense orgasm you could possibly have; nothing will ever top it."

"Then let’s do it!" he exclaimed, jumping onto the bed as fast as he could.

"No, not in here. We have to go to my ‘Private’ room for this." He looked at me quizzically but still eager.

I led him down the hall to the room labeled "Private". I unlocked the door and we entered. Inside the room was a chest, some stools of various heights, a few full-length mirrors, a beam on the ceiling running the length of the room, some heavy pulleys fastened near the middle of the beam, and various cleats on one wall.

I went over to the chest and opened it. Inside were various lengths, thicknesses and types of rope, blindfolds, hoods, leather belts and restraints, handcuffs, lube, dildos, clothes pins, clamps, a stopwatch, and even some odd electronic devices. His mouth dropped open as he stared at the chest’s contents.

"Don’t you have stuff like that in your bedroom?"

"Yeah, but not like these toys. This," I said, waving a hand around, "is my hanging room. I use this room to string myself or others up by the neck with one of these ropes." I gestured into the chest, pointing out the different types of rope. "This really thick rope is used to make nooses like the ones you’ve seen in movies; properly placed, it can strangle you very slowly. This thin sisal rope is good for making simple nooses, but you get knocked out quickly. Now this one over here..."

"Wait," he said, fearfully, while backing away from me. "Y-you want to hang me?!"

"Not tonight. Instead, I want you to hang me so that you can see for yourself just how much fun it is. Don’t worry about me getting hurt--I’m used to it, and you’re going to release the noose before anything can happen. Now, are you ready to see me hang?"

"S-sure," he said, apprehensively, but with a spark of curiosity.

"Trust me. After you’ve seen this, you’ll want to try it for yourself." He didn’t look convinced.

I grabbed some thick rope and fashioned it into a standard noose with thirteen loops. Then I ran the other end of the rope through one of the pulleys and over to a cleat, using the standard hitch for mooring a boat to secure it.

I handed two shorter lengths of sisal rope to the kid, grabbed one of the stools and placed it under the noose. I climbed up on the stool and put the noose around my neck with the knot just to the left. The anticipation of virgin at hanging seeing my naked body swinging back and forth on the end of a rope, convulsing, twitching and spewing cum all over the room had already gotten me rock hard, with glistening drops of pre-cum dangling from my piss slit.

"Tie my wrists behind my back as tight as you can. Use multiple loops and make them squeeze into my skin before tying the knot--my hands can’t come free for any reason." He did a great job as I felt the sisal burning my flesh when he pulled the rope tight. My hands weren’t going anywhere.

"Okay. Now tie my ankles together the same way." Again, he did a perfect job.

"When I say so, kick the stool out from under me and far away--you can’t let me stand on anything once I start hanging. Understood?"

"Y-yeah, but won’t that kill you?" he asked, shaking nervously.

"Not if you do exactly what I tell you. Get the stopwatch from the chest. Once you kick the stool, start the timer. After four minutes, release the rope from the cleat. Got it?" He nodded and got the stopwatch.

"Good. Now come over here and suck my cock until I tell you to stop."

He did as ordered, taking my ball sac in one hand while he grabbed the base of the shaft with the other and started deep-throating me. I had definitely taught this kid how to give good head.

A couple of minutes later, I was right on the edge of busting my nut and told him to stop. I looked down at him and then my cock--the whole thing was throbbing and its head was all shiny and reddish-purple, his spit and more of my pre-cum drooling from it down towards the floor. "Now do it. Hang me!"

He kicked the stool so hard it hit the wall behind me. He jumped back, scared of what was going to happen next. My head started going in one direction while my feet and legs went the other. The noose tightened a bit, but not completely--the loops around the rope above my head were doing their job, providing enough friction to slow the tightening of the rope against my windpipe and arteries, prolonging the experience.

After a minute or so of this, the noose had finally tightened enough that I could no longer breathe and my body involuntarily started to fight for air. My arms tried to flail and my legs searched for something to stand on, but to no avail. I was having those exhilarating feelings I experienced many times before--helplessness, futility, terror, and impending death.

As I danced on the rope, I glanced over at the kid--he was transfixed at the performance unfolding in front of him and madly stroking his erect cock. I fantasized about hanging the kid here, just as I was, him experiencing those same intense feelings for the first time in his life--watching his beautifully naked body struggle, writhe and twist at the end of the rope; his tongue pushed out of his mouth by the tightness of the noose under his chin; his face turning purple; his hands grasping at air behind his back; his smooth ass cheeks clenching and releasing; his cock bobbing up and down and his hips thrusting in a desperate attempt to find any way to stop the process; panic and ecstasy entering his eyes as death and orgasm approached simultaneously, unable to stop either from happening.

In that instant, I exploded, my dick spewing cum in different directions as the rope creaked along with my body’s twisting. The second shot hit the kid right in the chest, sending rivulets of sperm down to his navel. At this, he blew his own load, hitting my feet with his thin juice, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He got off watching another guy hang. Good...very good.

I passed out watching him drench my feet with his cum. The next thing I knew, my ass was on the floor and hurting. Apparently, the kid didn’t realize he needed to control the rope after unhitching it and it slipped right through his hands.

It didn’t matter--this kid was ready for the noose.

 

[spt1966]

Chapter 6 - Wanna Go for a Ride?

The next night, after getting naked and cleaned up in the shower, we went to my hanging room. Still apprehensive, he paused just outside the doorway, not sure if he was ready to do this. Finally gathering up his courage (or, more likely, pushed by his horniness), he entered the room.

I created another noose just like the one I hung myself with last night, again running the rope through a pulley and securing it to a cleat. I started to explain to him what I was going to do--the mechanics of it; how I would release the rope before he got hurt; if he didn’t cum the first time I’d let him recover so he could try again.... He didn’t hear any of it. He just stood there, staring in awe at the noose in front of him, hypnotized by its power, numb to his surroundings. It seemed to call to him, "Come to me. You want this. Wear me. Let me squeeze you. Let me pleasure you. Let me hang you."

I placed the stool under the noose and led him to it, having to coax each and every step out of him, so transfixed he was by the rope before him. I placed a towel around his neck to protect it from rope burns and then secured the noose. I bound his hands behind him with handcuffs and his ankles with another pair. I went over to the cleat, unfastened the rope and raised the noose until it began to lift his chin. I re-hitched the rope to the cleat and went back to him.

He was shivering with fear and excitement, his breath becoming ragged and his chest heaving slightly, and his penis already at full mast and dripping pre-cum. I walked behind him, moving the knot to just behind his left ear. I abruptly tightened the noose around his neck, shocking him back to reality and causing him to jump reflexively.

I walked around him to gaze at his noosed magnificence. I had prepared him perfectly for what was about to happen--gaining his trust; slowly building his sexual knowledge, experiences and desires; leading him down a path from which he could not return; and making him want--no, need this.

He yelped in pleasure as I took a slurp of his pre-cum directly from his cock head (I couldn’t help myself--it tasted so good) and then I plunged my head down on his dick. While sucking him, I felt up his balls with my hands and waited for them to tighten up and the sac to crinkle--a sure sign he was about to cum.

I withdrew my mouth from his throbbing penis and left him whimpering. I stood back and looked him over, etching every inch of his perfect body into my brain--his incredibly cute face; his smooth chest and abdomen; his gorgeous penis, so hard it curved towards his chest; his tight nuts and his hairless legs. I walked behind him for more--admiring the noose now tightly held against the back of his neck, waiting to do its job; his smooth back, curving down to his lusciously rounded ass; his trembling hands, betraying his fear; and his bound ankles. The air was thick with tension. I let him savor this moment, his virgin hanging, as long as I could stand.

Suddenly, without warning, I kicked the stool out from under him.

Although he only dropped slightly, the towel softening the blow, the noose tightened enough to suddenly make him panic in sheer terror. His bound legs flailed everywhere, causing him to sway and twist on the rope, only making it tighter and increasing his desperation. The toes of his naked feet wiggled and flexed, trying to grab onto anything they could. And he tried so hard to move his arms that I was afraid he would dislocate a shoulder.

I was high on the power I had...the fact that I had manipulated him to the point where he agreed to be hanged; using his own uncontrollable sexual drive against him; his complete helplessness, having no ability to alter the inevitability of his situation; the fate of his young life entirely in my hands--I could choose right now whether he lived or died...I became rock hard and couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear in my total domination of him.

I savored the moment, stroking myself slowly while he continued gyrating, the noose pushing the back of his tongue into his pharynx, denying him any more life-giving air. As his brain was slowly starved of oxygen, he stopped bucking as a look of serenity crossed his face. This was what he sought, what he had come to enjoy from our sessions on my bed--the onset of unconsciousness, the peace it brought and anticipation of the incredibly heightened release of orgasm at the end. He finally understood the purpose and allure of hanging helplessly at the end of a rope--it was the ultimate expression of his sexuality, the thing he had been searching for but never able to articulate. It was his bliss.

Spontaneously, his rod started pulsing as cum shot out of his dick, his face contorting violently from the intensity of his orgasm. I jumped forward, lapping up what I could of his ejaculate, blowing my own load onto his naked, cuffed feet.

I stood back to take in the sight--he had completely passed out, body still; his face was purple with his tongue protruding slightly between his bluish lips; and his cock had gotten so hard and curved upwards so much that some of his load hit his belly and dripped down his legs; my cum covered his feet.

I unhitched the rope and slowly lowered him to the floor, his knees bending forward causing the upper part of his body to come down onto his back at a slight angle. I loosened the rope around his neck and removed the towel. He was still unconscious but beginning to breathe.

As sweet as he looked there on the floor, I imagined what this same scene would be like if I had left him on the rope to die, now holding his lifeless body in my hands. I instantly became hard and horny again at that thought.

I scraped some of his cum off his body with my hand, flipped him over on his face, lubed up my prick and his asshole with his own juice and fucked him right there on the floor, pressing my body tightly against his, feeling him move a bit more, his lungs taking in deeper breaths. He was still groggy as he came to; I turned his head to the side and kissed him madly as I bucked against him, my pelvis smacking against his ass cheeks until I came again, drained to the point that I was almost as delirious as he was.

"How was it?" I asked.

"I didn’t want it to end," he said.

"Neither did I."

 

[spt1966]

Chapter 7 - The Long, Hard, Spurting End

After his first hanging, he couldn’t get enough, but I wanted in on the fun, too. So we agreed that each night we would take turns--one of us would be the hangman and the other the victim. Eventually, to keep it from becoming routine and dull, we started adding new erotic twists to our noose play without telling the other guy what we had planned.

One night, he rubbed body oil all over me and then, as I hung, lit a candle and dribbled hot wax onto my nipples, dick and ass, sometimes bringing the flame close enough to singe hairs. On a different night, I looped the noose around his feet and hung him upside down while I choked him with a garrote. Not wanting to be outdone, he hung me upside down the next night, but wrapped my entire body in plastic wrap until I couldn’t move or breathe.

Ultimately, though, even these things started to bore me. I wanted more--a lot more.

Then one evening, at our usual hook-up spot, he came to me, sobbing.

"M-my dad kicked me out of the house! I don’t know what to do! Where am I supposed to go? What..."

I interrupted him. "Slow down, son. Take a deep breath. Relax. Okay, now, what happened?"

"I dunno. I came home from school and he started screaming at me about being gay. ‘I heard you last night in your room!’ he yelled. ‘You was sayin’ "Deeper, fuck me deeper!" in your sleep. I knew you was a goddam faggot! Get outta my house and never come back!’"

He cried softly. "What am I gonna do?"

"You can stay with me for a while, if you want."

"You mean it?"

"I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t. Let’s go."

For about the next week or so he seemed to be in denial, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t gay so that his dad would take him back. He didn’t want any of that "faggot" stuff--the sex, the hanging--any of it. He even refused to sleep in my bed and slept on the couch instead.

Over time, though, his denial gave way to reluctant acceptance as his raging hormones reasserted themselves, making him hornier than ever. Finally, one evening, he was driven insane by his testosterone-filled body and gave up the fight.

"Fuck it. I can’t take it anymore. I’m a faggot and there’s nothing I can do about it."

"What’s wrong with that?"

"Well, not much, I guess--just that it means I can’t go home. I don’t have a family anymore."

"So what is it you want?" I asked.

"Hang me, please! I need it so bad! String me up and make me cum!"

"Well, if you insist..."

I took him into the bathroom and proceeded to give him a full enema. I made him lay naked across my lap as I sat on the toilet, his dick pointing straight down between my legs as I lubed up his asshole and inserted the tube. I filled his innards with warm, soapy water and made him hold it in for several minutes before expelling the squishy mess into the toilet.

We cleaned up in the shower, after which I made him put on a full set of clothes, even underwear and socks, all of which I had specially bought for him; I stayed naked. In the hanging room, I bound him and secured the noose around his towel-protected neck as usual. Then I brought out a camcorder on a tripod, setting it up at one end of the room, facing him. He was shocked.

"I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Darren. I’ve always wanted to make a recording of you being hanged. Now I finally have my chance." The look of fear, anxiety and shame that crossed his face as he realized that there would be evidence of him being tied up, noosed and ready to be hung was priceless. "Wait--I, I..." was all he managed to say before I turned on the camcorder. He immediately fell silent.

I began describing all the intimate details of my "victim" to the camera--the size and shape of his circumcised penis and the way it curved when hard; a description his beautifully curved, hairless, smooth ass; the fact that he had been fucked for the first time only a few weeks ago and now loved having a dick up his ass; the way he would grunt and moan when he took my meat inside him; how much he enjoyed being hanged, swinging naked, spraying his cum everywhere--anything I could think of to embarrass him in front of the camera.

"It would be a shame for him to hang without being able to see it all," I said to the camera, glancing at the kid. "Let’s fix that, shall we?" He looked at me fearfully as I grabbed a pair of scissors and a knife.

I used them to slowly cut away the clothes from his body, rubbing the cold steel of their blades against his tender flesh as I went, threatening to slice into his skin if he moved so much as an inch. I pushed the scissors down inside the rope binding his ankles, scraping the sides of his feet as I sliced through the cotton fabric of the socks. Then I ran the knife into his long-sleeved shirt at an elbow, slicing up and around his shoulders and down to the other elbow. I cut out holes over his nipples and belly button. I toyed with him for a few minutes, playing peek-a-boo with his nipples, licking them into hard nubs. A few more slices with the knife and the shirt fell away from his body.

I cut up through his jeans along the inseam with the knife, stopping just as the blade reached his underwear. I carved out and upwards, stopping just before the waistline. I opened the zipper and sliced sideways just above his bulging crotch but below the snap still holding his jeans up. Finally, I curved the knife downwards again and completely cut off the front and fly of the jeans, exposing his package, barely covered by the thin cotton of his underwear.

I fondled him while kissing and breathing on his neck. Rock hard, his dick tented the tighty whities out far enough that you could just see his pubic hair peeking out from underneath. Moving behind him, I made more cuts into the jeans, loosening their grip and exposing more of his legs, but not falling off. Finally, with a dramatic flourish I sliced through the hemline of the jeans and they fell to the floor.

The front of his underwear was soaked with pre-cum and the head and piss slit of his penis were clearly visible through the translucent material. I reached in and moved his dick straight up against his belly, the glans poking up above the elastic band which held it in place. I walked over to his right side and slowly stroked up the underside of his dick, coaxing out even more pre-cum, which oozed out of the tip and down his pulsing shaft.

I paused a few moments and then quickly sliced down through the back of the underwear with the knife, ripping it off his body from the front. Now completely naked and blushing madly, I stuffed the underwear into his mouth, fly first, letting him taste his own juices directly from the fabric. Finally, I ripped a piece of duct tape from a roll in the chest and taped it over his mouth.

I asked him, quietly, "How does it feel, knowing that I’ll have a video of you hanging?" I taunted him further. "That I’ll jerk off again and again watching you squirm in this noose, blowing my load all over your face on my computer screen, your tongue pushing out between your bluish lips, gurgling sounds coming out of your throat as you pass out, my cum oozing down the screen to your spent, dripping cock as you hang motionless, dead to the world. What do you think about that?"

I gave him a minute to contemplate what I just said. Although he appeared mortified at first, the more he thought about it, dancing on a rope for someone else’s entertainment seemed to be turning him on. Geez--was this kid an exhibitionist?

It was time to spring the next part of my surprise on him--something he had not thought of yet and that would push him over the edge.

"But what if I share it on the Internet? I’m going to blur out my face in the video so no one will know I had anything to do with it. But everyone will see you--all of you. What if your friends see it? What are they going to think about you then? And what if your dad sees it? Maybe he’ll try to kill you!"

Visibly shaken, he was trembling now, realizing that if that happened, anyone he knew might see it--see him naked; hear the descriptions of the sex we had enjoyed; see his throbbing dick as he stood there with the noose around his neck; see him hang; hell, see him enjoy hanging! It was enough to make him want to die.

With a dramatic flourish I said, "Because they’ll all get to see that happen right...NOW!"

I yanked the stool out from under him.

He started whipping his legs around, twisting violently as he tried to do something--destroy the recording, run away--anything. The more he panicked, the faster the noose tightened around his neck. Now it was time to spring my final surprise on him--the one I had planned all along, since the moment I first saw him. The anticipation alone was making my dick so hard I thought it would burst.

Before he could pass out, I put a stool to one side of him and twisted him around on the rope to face me, holding him as motionless as I could. I lifted his body up slightly to let him breathe and I whispered in his ear, "You have a way out of this embarrassment--a way to avoid your friends mocking you, a way to avoid your dad’s rage, a way to keep this from haunting you for the rest of your life. Would you like to know what it is?"

As best he could through the rope and towel, he nodded.

"You can let the noose finish its work. You can die."

He stared at me in shock as the blood drained from his face.

"Ever since the day I met you, I wanted to see you hang to death--to watch your life slowly drain away at the end of a rope while your gorgeous, naked body twisted and writhed in both pain and pleasure. I wanted to witness your final moments on this earth as your dick throbbed and spurted its last, best load just before your body hung motionless, completely and utterly dead. You look so beautiful, so perfect bound and hung from a noose that it would be a crime not to let you die this way."

I continued, "But you weren’t ready then. You were still too inexperienced to handle the intensity--the raw, carnal pleasure of cumming at the end of a rope--so I had to educate you. Groom you. Show you how good it felt to be fucked, to be hung--to be used for someone else’s sexual pleasure. And now, here you are--no place to go, no family to run back to--ready to die for me."

"No need for this anymore," I said as I yanked the towel out from around his neck. I let go of his body, the rope burning his tender neck. I grabbed his head and kissed his mouth through the tape and his wadded up briefs. Moving my hands to his ass, I rubbed our bodies together, thrusting my dick against his.

I then spun him around and quickly shoved myself deep into his squeaky-clean bowels. After I grabbed his chest with one hand and his dick with the other, I started fucking him like a rutting stag, stabbing him rapid-fire with my meat, briefly loosening the grip the noose had on his neck with every thrust. At this point, I couldn’t tell who was flailing around more--me or him.

The rush of impending death filled his body with lust and adrenaline. My assault of his ass and his dick caused him to spew a huge load all over the place--his last conscious orgasm. I could barely keep from cumming as his hole squeezed my rod over and over. I caught what I could of his luscious sperm in my hand and lapped it up like a hungry puppy.

I grabbed onto his shoulders and jumped up off my stool, wrapping my legs around his. My added weight quickly cut off what little oxygen and blood was still getting to his brain and caused his neck to elongate. I started fucking him again just as he passed out.

As carbon dioxide built up in his brain he began to convulse randomly, which only added to my pleasure. In fact, I stopped fucking him altogether in order to fully enjoy the stimulation his writhing body was giving me. Slowly, his convulsions eased and his body relaxed--death was near. I started rapidly ramming my dick up his ass again, anticipating the grand finale.

Suddenly, his dick sprang back to life and he unleashed his last load of pearl jam ever. This sent me over the edge. I came like I had never cum before--my body quaked and my ears rang as I shot load after load of my fuck juice into him. My orgasm continued even after I had nothing left to ejaculate; my balls ached as they searched for every last sperm they could expel.

Finally, it was over. He was dead. I let go of him and hopped down to the floor. I stared at him in his perfect, naked death pose. His body swayed slowly, rivers of my cum running down the insides of both of his legs, his dick still at attention, a little sperm clinging to the tip. I took some pictures with a high-resolution camera to use as wallpaper for my computer screen.

I unhitched the rope from the cleat and lowered him to the floor. I picked up his limp body, removed the tape and the underwear stuffed in his mouth and kissed his blue lips, licking his hard, dead tongue with mine. For a moment, I thought I might actually miss this kid.

I draped his still-noosed carcass over my shoulders and carried it out into my back yard. Under the protection of ten foot high shrubs and numerous trees, I dumped his body into a grave I had already prepared months ago but kept covered until now. He landed face down, his pert ass just begging to be fucked one more time. Noose still around his neck, the remaining rope landed in a pile on his back.

Even though he’s gone now, I relive his last moments over and over on my computer screen as he had his orgasm of a lifetime. As did I.

 

[CamoNoose]

Very hot story! Great job indeed!

 

[gibing]

Your the ultimate author

 

[sofjk]

I love to read these types of stories

 

[spt1966]

Thanks for the comments! I'm glad it was entertaining and, hopefully, stimulating.

 

[leatherdude97]

What an incredible ride. You must either have a lot of experience or a unbelievably fantastic sexual imagination. I am in awe. BTW how old are you?

 

[stustustugoo]

amazing story ! BRAVO, BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[spt1966]

Thanks! I love comments.

I have had no actual experiences with hanging--that entire story was born of my imagination and lust.

I'm 47.

 

[Katharsis]

The story made me cum again and again.

 

[spt1966]

The story made me cum again and again.

Thanks! That was definitely my intent with the story.

 

[deaddirty]

Beautiful story. For me even hotter if you'd left his tighty whiteys on so he had the humiliation of pissing, shitting and cumming in them as he died.