Still wondering about pleasure and hanging

[Waikiki]

I've seen a lot of guys that really get turned on by noose play with a trustworthy friend and I've been wondering at what point the pleasure begins. Is it when you first step off the stool, or when your feet are kicking, or when you're about to pass out? I'm too scared to try it but there seem to be guys that have hanging buds that enjoy doing it over and over.

 

[chokestud]

When I noose myself with a belt on my tip toes, ( if I pssout I would drop) I would jack off or have a guy suck me off and get off that way with the most incredible, intense, euphoric orgasm ever.

 

[bindiboi]

Someday, I hope to give it a shot. Always had an unhealthy obsession with unconsciousness, so going borderline and beyond intrigues me.

 

[ropebound4]

very scared to try hanging,even with a friend....

 

[Doitinurbarefee]

Interested in mock hangings. Can I guy hang from a rope his feet just off the floor and not have his neck broken? How long can he hang before passing out?

 

[Marky]

I've seen a lot of guys that really get turned on by noose play with a trustworthy friend and I've been wondering at what point the pleasure begins. Is it when you first step off the stool, or when your feet are kicking, or when you're about to pass out? I'm too scared to try it but there seem to be guys that have hanging buds that enjoy doing it over and over.

The pleasure can begin much, much earlier. There is erotic arousal to be had from the discussions, face-to-face, by phone or by email, with your executioner. There are options to be explored, details to be set, and arrangements to be made, all of which get you both hard and spurting.

There's the moment that you open the letter, or the email, containing your death warrant - the document that sets out the time, date, and place of your execution. It is the sight of your name coupled with the time honoured phrase "shall be hanged by the neck until dead" that will set your cock twitching.

From then until the day before the date appointed for you to be hanged, you will find yourself daydreaming at work, imagining the sensations you will experience as the noose tightens around your neck. At night you will recall the stories you have read, and the pictures you have seen, and will see yourself as the Iranian swinging from the crane, the cabin boy dangling from the yard-arm, or the cowboy being lynched from a cotton-wood tree.

You may be as horny as hell, but for the last five days you'll force yourself by sheer willpower not to cum, knowing that the final pleasure will be that much greater thanks to your restraint.

There is pleasure to be had in the drive to your executioner. You will need to concentrate hard on driving, as your engorged cock strains for attention, and your mind wanders forward to the experience to come.You know you could turn back at any time, your mind knows that you should turn back, but your whole body aches to be suspended, to swing and twist in the breeze, and going forward arouses you irresistibly.

You shall arrive at the place of execution between three and twenty-four hours before the time appointed for you to be hanged, as arranged. In that time you will be a prisoner. You shall be stripped of your clothes and your posessions. You shall be showered and inspected. You may be dressed in prison overalls, or speedos, or kept naked, as previously arranged. You shall be shackled or tied; you may be gagged or blindfolded. Your executioner may use your body for his sexual gratification, if that has been agreed. You will be aware of time ticking away, and every sensation of your mind and body will be magnified by the knowledge of your immediately impending mortality.

You will be helplessly, hopelessly horny, your whole body just a quivering appendage to your massive, rigid cock.

Then you are being marched to the gallows, your blindfold removed so you can see the noose with its thirteen coils beckoning you forward. You're shivering with fear but your jutting cock is pulling you on. The noose is lowered over your head. You almost cum when you smell the scent of the hemp rope, and then feel its roughness as it is adjusted around your neck.

You hear the squeak of pulley wheels. The noose rises off your shoulder. You feel it squeezing tighter, and you raise yourself on tiptoe to allow yourself to continue breathing a moment or two longer.

There is a mirror in front of you. You can see your naked body stretching from the rope to the ground, even as the blood thumps in your head and your breath gurgles in your throat. You are qivering slightly, the muscles of your calves knotting, your stomach taught, your cock impossibly hard and pointing to the ceiling. To one side, you see your executioner grinning as he ties off the rope. He moves behind you, and with one hand he begins to tease your hard and sensitive nipples. With the other, he reaches down to your cock, and plays your instrument with skill and dexterity.

You are on a whole new plane of ecstasy, with your oxygen-deprived brain overloaded by unimaginably intense sensations of fear, panic, pain, and, greater than all others, pleasure. At last your physical body breaks free of all mental control and it shakes and shudders in great orgasmic ejaculations, semen arcing out to splatter against your reflected image, time after time. Every molecule of your being is washed with the most intense pleasure you have ever experienced, and you will pay no heed to your executioner untying the rope and pulling steadily.

The pleasure is so strong that you feel no fear as you rise from the ground and the noose cuts off your breath. It seems only fitting to watch your body in the mirror through dimming sight as you slowly fall into the warm arms of unconsciousness. Your last thoughts are how right it looks to see your still-hard, dripping cock bounce while your legs weakly follow their own choreography innocent of your will.

If your executioner is a trustworthy friend you will wake in his arms with only a sore neck, a sense of deep, loving friendship, and a desire to do it all again in a month's time.

If your executioner is not trustworthy, your hide may be turned into lampshades, your carcass butchered, and your meat served with fava beans and a good chianti. Anticipation of such a possibility may enhance the pre-execution pleasure for some, but generally it seems better to go for repeatable pleasures.

 

[bindiboi]

That was excellent. Ever consider fiction writing?

 

[Waikiki]

That was excellent. Ever consider fiction writing?

Bindboy is absoluely write! You really should consider more writing...you're stories are hot. Love the detail, plus the uncertain ending...I goo was dripping off my foot and I had to cum...that's professional writing! You got it dude!

 

[Marky]

That was excellent. Ever consider fiction writing?

Thanks for your kind comment. Not sure about the fiction, though. Don't know if I have the imagination to make things up. I'll think about it.

I like your avatar, by the way. Always thought electrocution would be a cool way to go.

 

[limone]

I remember one of my first wet dreams, when I was a teen. In this dream I was executed, cum when noose was placed on my neck, woke up with a wild screaming.
Thus, I often imagine my gallows chamber. It is a gravelly dark cellar with concrete or brick walls, maybe a tray table at the wall with some equipment, restraints or so. The tool of death is in a spotlight. Its simplicity is terrifying, just a noosed rope over a crossbeam.

However I won't be allowed (only in pictures sent via skype to increase my tension) to see the execution chamber in advance. This is very important that I will see it the first time when I am brought to the gallows!
I have some frame scenario. The procedure starts when I am told that all appeals were rejected and execution order arrived. From this moment NOTHING CAN STOP IT!!!
I am ordered to strip off my normal clothes (blue jeans, sneakers, white T-shirt, underwear) and put prison pyjama-like pants and a tank top, no briefs, barefoot). When changing, short medical exam may be performed; inspection of mouth, pulse, or so. I am placed in a holding cell (maybe a cubicle, a bunker or storage room), probably with hands cuffed in the front and told that execution will be performed within 10 hours. But I don't know if the hangman will come in 30 minutes or 9 hours. It's upon the executioner's discretion. Harsh light is directed on my head. I will be waiting with uncertainty....I can think, cry, pray whatsoever...My time is short but I don't know how much left.
Can hear heavy steps coming. Door is open, I see the hangman in a bacaclava, gloved hands, carrying the restraints. He says: it's time boy, get ready or sth like this. I will behave naturally. It is NOT play, it is happening REALLY. I am aware I am going to be hanged. I may lose control, scream, resist, maybe not – accepting fate and calm and let things happen. I don't know...It is possible, the hangman will have to use physical force.
I am ordered to strip, my body cavities searched and put cock ring. My wrists are cuffed on the back tightly, so I feel pain.
The same with leg irons: they are closed tightly, but the chain is enough loose to make small steps and walk slowly. The hangman drags me out and moves to the execution chamber. We are walking...the chain makes characteristic noise....I feel the coarse concrete floor beneath my bare feet.
We reach the execution chamber and I can see gallows for the first time. Everything is prepared. Maybe even a black body bag on the floor...I am HORRIFIED!!!
Execution warrant is read. I am given time to say sth, smoke a cigarette, pray, drink some water...have last wish (probably jerk off). But it shouldn't postpone the execution, may last 20 min or so, at the Executioner discretion.
The time has come. I am forced to climb the box. I feel the noose, smell sweat of the other executed guys. Rope is pulled, makes me stand on tiptoes. The Executioner prepares himself. I am waiting, my heart is going to explode, Cock as well. Box is kicked out....