MichiganGhoul
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Teen Hangout
(Fun Fiction by MichiganGhoul. Written 725/2007)
You wave as your mom, dad and sister Sandy pull away in the family wagon. “But, we’ll have a great time at Aunt Betty’s!”, they proclaimed as they tried to coax you into coming with them. “That‘s ok”, you assured your family, “I have some reading to do for school tomorrow.” What parent could turn down an offspring’s request to better themselves through scholastic achievement ? Of course, they didn’t realize that the “school” to which you were referring was the online academy of dark fetish study and the “reading” in which you had indulged had nothing to do with “reading, writing or ‘rithmetic”. For that matter, it wasn’t even far east studies, multicultural sensitivity training or Introduction To Parenting. No, your learning began on one of those underground websites dealing in the practice and pleasures of autoerotic hanging.
The author of the how-to guide recommended a hemp rope securely fastened to a chin up bar and a fiberglass ladder as three essential ingredients to an ideal hanging session. You already have the mounted chin up bar, but a pair of sis’ nylons and mom’s foot rest will have to do as substitutes for the other two items. As an added bonus, you decide to videotape the entire event on your dad’s new camcorder. What a cool-as-fuck piece of work this will be for your “homies” in film class! Hell yeah, dog, the “bitches” will be straight up lovin’ it when they see the footage of you getting your rocks off while dangling in the wind ! Rather than reading my babbling drivel, how about we just listen to your recording as it happens ?……………
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(Standing atop the foot stool with one hand on the chin up bar. The nylon is already tied to the bar as your hands fumble to make the noose)
“What up, peeps ? Now, I’m gonna show you something y’all can REALLY hang with! You think you’ve seen the shit, I’ll show you some shit, motherfuckers!”
(An awkward 60 seconds or so of silence follows as you finish the noose with your left side turned toward the camera)
“All right, check THIS out……! (Laughs) All the bitches are gonna say I’m ‘hung’ after this little stunt. ‘Jackass‘, eat your heart out, motherfucker!”
(You waiver unsteadily on the stool for 2-3 seconds) “Um…hmm….Make it a little tighter (You pull nylon noose taut and bend your knees slightly. Your voice constricts a bit from this point on)……All right, see, you gotta….the site said to sorta kick the stool out…..with one foot, like…..You can‘t jump ‘cause that can break your neck, so……and…..”
(Hesitating and betraying a bit of nervous apprehension, are we ? After all, there were no ‘dry runs’ allowed for this action)
“All right (panting slightly with a visible patch of moisture on your face) All right, here we go, y’all!” (A rasping sound escapes your lips as you kick at the stool with your right foot. Once, twice, three times. The fourth kick is a bit more determined and angry. It causes the small piece of furniture to wobble slightly. At this point, your balance is displaced and you slip off into an awkward free fall. Your feet dangle, toes pointing upward, just inches from the floor)
(At this point, your face is extremely red and appears to be glowing in the cheek areas. Your hands reach first for your crotch area, but the lack of oxygen combined with the intense pounding in your head and ringing in your ears render you unable to unbuckle the belt. You really should have thought of this sooner, you know. You may wish to abort the stunt for now and try again later.
Oh, that’s right…..You skipped over the section on that site that explained how to install an emergency release mechanism. Well, no matter. You still have a good 30-40 seconds before you’ll lose consciousness. That’s still plenty of time to reach above your head and pull yourself loose.
What’s that ? I can’t hear what you’re saying. Oh dear! Your face is turning purple now. It’s not supposed to reach that point. Pull the noose from your neck, if you can…..Ah….I see, those shaking hands don’t seem to be up to the job. Why in the HELL are you lowering your arms ?!! Don’t give up now. What other option do you have but to TRY at this point ?? You could have waited until you came down from your little stunt to have a bowel movement too, you know! Those were the new pants your folks just bought for your birthday, and that smell is stinking up the entire family room!)
The video camera‘s memory runs out long after you‘ve stopped swaying from side to side. You hang there perfectly still with no more ides to clutter your young mind….Perfectly quiet with a thin trail of clear mucus hanging from your left nostril…..Perfectly serine with a load of waste piled into your once white underwear…..Perfectly motionless with a face the color of a ripe eggplant…..Perfectly suspended with your family now on its way home……Perfectly dead in every sense of the word.
It‘s a shame, really, that your father will be too heartbroken to share these images with your “homies“ and “da bitches“ at your school. Without a doubt, they would all be perfectly impressed by your untimely exit from this world of irony…..)
(Fun Fiction by MichiganGhoul. Written 725/2007)
You wave as your mom, dad and sister Sandy pull away in the family wagon. “But, we’ll have a great time at Aunt Betty’s!”, they proclaimed as they tried to coax you into coming with them. “That‘s ok”, you assured your family, “I have some reading to do for school tomorrow.” What parent could turn down an offspring’s request to better themselves through scholastic achievement ? Of course, they didn’t realize that the “school” to which you were referring was the online academy of dark fetish study and the “reading” in which you had indulged had nothing to do with “reading, writing or ‘rithmetic”. For that matter, it wasn’t even far east studies, multicultural sensitivity training or Introduction To Parenting. No, your learning began on one of those underground websites dealing in the practice and pleasures of autoerotic hanging.
The author of the how-to guide recommended a hemp rope securely fastened to a chin up bar and a fiberglass ladder as three essential ingredients to an ideal hanging session. You already have the mounted chin up bar, but a pair of sis’ nylons and mom’s foot rest will have to do as substitutes for the other two items. As an added bonus, you decide to videotape the entire event on your dad’s new camcorder. What a cool-as-fuck piece of work this will be for your “homies” in film class! Hell yeah, dog, the “bitches” will be straight up lovin’ it when they see the footage of you getting your rocks off while dangling in the wind ! Rather than reading my babbling drivel, how about we just listen to your recording as it happens ?……………
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(Standing atop the foot stool with one hand on the chin up bar. The nylon is already tied to the bar as your hands fumble to make the noose)
“What up, peeps ? Now, I’m gonna show you something y’all can REALLY hang with! You think you’ve seen the shit, I’ll show you some shit, motherfuckers!”
(An awkward 60 seconds or so of silence follows as you finish the noose with your left side turned toward the camera)
“All right, check THIS out……! (Laughs) All the bitches are gonna say I’m ‘hung’ after this little stunt. ‘Jackass‘, eat your heart out, motherfucker!”
(You waiver unsteadily on the stool for 2-3 seconds) “Um…hmm….Make it a little tighter (You pull nylon noose taut and bend your knees slightly. Your voice constricts a bit from this point on)……All right, see, you gotta….the site said to sorta kick the stool out…..with one foot, like…..You can‘t jump ‘cause that can break your neck, so……and…..”
(Hesitating and betraying a bit of nervous apprehension, are we ? After all, there were no ‘dry runs’ allowed for this action)
“All right (panting slightly with a visible patch of moisture on your face) All right, here we go, y’all!” (A rasping sound escapes your lips as you kick at the stool with your right foot. Once, twice, three times. The fourth kick is a bit more determined and angry. It causes the small piece of furniture to wobble slightly. At this point, your balance is displaced and you slip off into an awkward free fall. Your feet dangle, toes pointing upward, just inches from the floor)
(At this point, your face is extremely red and appears to be glowing in the cheek areas. Your hands reach first for your crotch area, but the lack of oxygen combined with the intense pounding in your head and ringing in your ears render you unable to unbuckle the belt. You really should have thought of this sooner, you know. You may wish to abort the stunt for now and try again later.
Oh, that’s right…..You skipped over the section on that site that explained how to install an emergency release mechanism. Well, no matter. You still have a good 30-40 seconds before you’ll lose consciousness. That’s still plenty of time to reach above your head and pull yourself loose.
What’s that ? I can’t hear what you’re saying. Oh dear! Your face is turning purple now. It’s not supposed to reach that point. Pull the noose from your neck, if you can…..Ah….I see, those shaking hands don’t seem to be up to the job. Why in the HELL are you lowering your arms ?!! Don’t give up now. What other option do you have but to TRY at this point ?? You could have waited until you came down from your little stunt to have a bowel movement too, you know! Those were the new pants your folks just bought for your birthday, and that smell is stinking up the entire family room!)
The video camera‘s memory runs out long after you‘ve stopped swaying from side to side. You hang there perfectly still with no more ides to clutter your young mind….Perfectly quiet with a thin trail of clear mucus hanging from your left nostril…..Perfectly serine with a load of waste piled into your once white underwear…..Perfectly motionless with a face the color of a ripe eggplant…..Perfectly suspended with your family now on its way home……Perfectly dead in every sense of the word.
It‘s a shame, really, that your father will be too heartbroken to share these images with your “homies“ and “da bitches“ at your school. Without a doubt, they would all be perfectly impressed by your untimely exit from this world of irony…..)
