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Long ago, I saved some stories that I really liked from the old Gay Male Hanging site, which shut down in 2004.
These are not my stories. I am merely reposting them in the hopes that others enjoy them as much as I do.
Many thanks to "Fraternity Boy", the original author of this story.
The Academy
I stepped out of the shower into the musty smell of the locker room. I had been working at the Academy for three years now, but I still could not get used to the mixed smell of men, boys, and sweat that pervaded the Armory.
The cadets at His Majesty's Military Academy ranged in age from freshmen in high school to seniors in college, and so I enjoyed my job as an athletic officer, most especially because it was the only job where I could be surrounded by almost naked or sometimes completely naked young military men. When I took on an additional job as an assistant disciplinarian, I figured I could use the pay, and I certainly wouldn't mind putting a few young boys through some extra laps or the occasional paddling.
However, the floggings, I could not stand. But who could bare to see such flawless, hairless, muscle-cut, toned flesh torn by the crack of a whip? I used to dodge such assignments, and let the chief disciplinarian take them whenever possible. Unfortunately he got caught getting a little too overzealous in his work, and so now I have his job. And there was a flogging scheduled for today.
I looked at my watch. Well, staff calisthenics got out about 45 minutes ago, so student calisthenics will be over in 15 minutes. I better hurry and get dressed, because the young fuck-ups report for discipline after their showers, instead of going to breakfast.
As I was getting dressed, a young man walked to a locker near mine. He was a lovely sight... a swimmer no doubt. His body was very well defined and entirely devoid of hair below the neck. He had dusty blonde hair, crew cut naturally, and pale hazel eyes. I was very happy when the bath towel around his waist found alternative employment drying his hair. He had lovely legs, a tight ass, and nice-well sized dick. His balls were kind of large though.
I think he noticed I was watching when we made eye contact. Instead of turning away, he just continued, but the meat between his legs gave away his interest. Soon it was half erect, and very impressively hanging at about 8". I'd love to see that thing full hard.
Then it dawned on me to speak.
"Are you my new assistant?"
"Huh?"
"I'm Lieutenant Mitchell, the Chief Disciplinarian. I'm expecting a new assistant today, are you my new assistant?"
"Uh, no... I'm... I'm... I'm a candidate for discipline today."
"Oh. You're out early. Cutting classes is not the best strategy for avoiding my chamber."
"No, the coach let me go early; I did well with the rifle today."
"Ah. What brings you to my attention?"
"Well I got caught with my head between the legs of a fellow cadet..."
I had to hold my breath to keep from laughing hysterically at this boy’s choice of words. But inside, I was smiling, because I knew that was not a crime punishable with the whip. I'd hate to mark this beautiful body.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sexual activity in the barracks, fellatio, and homosexual conduct? Damn boy! You won't be able to sit down for a year!"
"Yeah, I understand my demerit card says 60 strokes per day for the next 60 days."
I said to myself, "The rules were NOT this harsh in my day." But, rules are rules.
"I do have a confession to make though," the buck-naked cadet mumbled....
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yeah."
"Quiet! Remember, I'm a disciplinarian, not a priest. If you admit anything to me, and its a crime, I must carry out the punishment."
"I know."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Go ahead."
"Well, I lied about the age of the other cadet. He was a college freshman, and so they assumed he was 18. They didn't know he started early, and was underage."
"I didn't hear that. Don't mention that again."
"No sir, I want my conscience clean."
"Son, sex with a minor is not punishable with the paddle."
"With the whip?" he gasped?
"No son, with the noose."
It was as if he was struck by lightning. He turned very pale, and lost his breath, and his balance. He slid on to the bench and looked like he had seen a ghost.
I put my arm around him, and my other hand on his thigh. "Don't worry kid, it was an innocent mistake, you clearly didn't know the consequences of your actions." I lean into him, and whisper, "and while I never got caught, when I was a cadet, many young men sucked their first dick on their knees between my legs." "I'll let you recant."
He swallowed hard. He closed his mind and looked as if he was thinking hard. Then he nodded silently to himself, and looked me in the eye. "I could never live with myself. If that is what justice demands, then I have to face my punishment, no matter what it is."
"Son, don't be stupid."
"No, fair is fair, you warned me." He touched his neck, contemplating his fate. He stood up feebly. "Well, I guess I have an appointment ... with a rope..." He weakly made the sign of the cross.
"Son, are you insane?"
"Please don't make this harder for me. If you won't hang me, I'll hang myself in the barracks tonight."
I thought to myself, well gee, if this self-destructive angel is going to die cumming on the end of a rope, I sure as hell want to see it! "Okay, son, if you insist. I respect yeah for it. Don't worry, we have ways of making it not last very long at all. I'll make it as painless as I can."
I could see he was trying not to cry.
"Let’s go, get this over with. I can't stand the waiting."
I walked him out of the locker room, and across the walk to the Chambre of Discipline. The staff in the hall-way were not surprised to see me escorting a naked cadet, as many punishments required the cadet to be undressed, plus many of the older cadets who may happen to be well-endowed will take any opportunity to display their manhood in the halls, and thus embarrass most of the entire underclassmen without even uttering a word.
I blindfolded him immediately upon entering the chamber, out of pity for the boy.
The gallows was in the back of the chambre, and since it was rarely used more than once a week, it was always clean and ready. I took no time, and walked him up the stairs. Several men were being paddled or stretched on the rack about now, as it had been quite some time since our conversation started. Needless to say, when they saw me heading for the back of the room, they all turned to watch, disciplinarians included. While he couldn't see them, he had been in here before, and he knew they would watch. So while he still shook with fear, he walked upright, because while he could face a painful death, he could not face being called a pussy.
When I was a cadet, boys sentenced to die were kept in the brig until there were enough to fill all the nooses on a 5-man gallows. This could take up to a month, as there were only 10,000 students in the Academy. However, for cases which required an immediate response, sometimes vacancies had to be filled, and so freshmen would be chosen randomly to complete the quintet of five rope-dancers. Many times, it was, for the "extras" so chosen, their first orgasm.
The drop was made artificially short, sometimes none, to extend the agony of the cadets, and thus better impress the message of discipline to the students. (Executions were performed in front of the entire student body at the time.) However, it seemed that all the students focused on was the massive orgasms enjoyed by the criminals and "extras" and so this lead to an extremely disproportionate number of suicides, to the point where the infirmary would register the corpses of even as many as ten cadets per week who hung themselves in their barracks. The installation of security cameras put a temporary end to the problem.
The problem was solved best by making the executions private, but this was not quite enough. Finally it was decided that a long-drop, while less of a torture to the victim, would be less glamorous to the students. It was a good trade-off.
I began to bind the young fellow, first the wrists, then the arms, the thighs, the knees and the ankles. Finally came the noose. I ensured that the camcorder we use for a witness was operating properly, and then went over to the boy.
I whispered in his ear, "Was it worth it?" He answered back, "if I had to live my life over again, I wouldn't change one thing to get me off this gallows, if it meant I could not enjoy the sweet cream of my friends."
Well, at least he was a good liar.
I whispered back "I'm going to do you a favor... you may realize it in time, or not, but when we meet in the next world, you'll thank me for it."
I took the other end of the rope, untied it, and pulled it taught. A drop of six feet was now a drop of zero. I retied it. By now he was squirming in his bounds. It was mental torture for him to think of his own cum, piss and shit covered corpse swinging in mid-air, dead.
I let him think about it for a moment or two, and pulled the lever. It took him twenty minutes to die, and those were the best twenty minutes of my life.
These are not my stories. I am merely reposting them in the hopes that others enjoy them as much as I do.
Many thanks to "Fraternity Boy", the original author of this story.
The Academy
I stepped out of the shower into the musty smell of the locker room. I had been working at the Academy for three years now, but I still could not get used to the mixed smell of men, boys, and sweat that pervaded the Armory.
The cadets at His Majesty's Military Academy ranged in age from freshmen in high school to seniors in college, and so I enjoyed my job as an athletic officer, most especially because it was the only job where I could be surrounded by almost naked or sometimes completely naked young military men. When I took on an additional job as an assistant disciplinarian, I figured I could use the pay, and I certainly wouldn't mind putting a few young boys through some extra laps or the occasional paddling.
However, the floggings, I could not stand. But who could bare to see such flawless, hairless, muscle-cut, toned flesh torn by the crack of a whip? I used to dodge such assignments, and let the chief disciplinarian take them whenever possible. Unfortunately he got caught getting a little too overzealous in his work, and so now I have his job. And there was a flogging scheduled for today.
I looked at my watch. Well, staff calisthenics got out about 45 minutes ago, so student calisthenics will be over in 15 minutes. I better hurry and get dressed, because the young fuck-ups report for discipline after their showers, instead of going to breakfast.
As I was getting dressed, a young man walked to a locker near mine. He was a lovely sight... a swimmer no doubt. His body was very well defined and entirely devoid of hair below the neck. He had dusty blonde hair, crew cut naturally, and pale hazel eyes. I was very happy when the bath towel around his waist found alternative employment drying his hair. He had lovely legs, a tight ass, and nice-well sized dick. His balls were kind of large though.
I think he noticed I was watching when we made eye contact. Instead of turning away, he just continued, but the meat between his legs gave away his interest. Soon it was half erect, and very impressively hanging at about 8". I'd love to see that thing full hard.
Then it dawned on me to speak.
"Are you my new assistant?"
"Huh?"
"I'm Lieutenant Mitchell, the Chief Disciplinarian. I'm expecting a new assistant today, are you my new assistant?"
"Uh, no... I'm... I'm... I'm a candidate for discipline today."
"Oh. You're out early. Cutting classes is not the best strategy for avoiding my chamber."
"No, the coach let me go early; I did well with the rifle today."
"Ah. What brings you to my attention?"
"Well I got caught with my head between the legs of a fellow cadet..."
I had to hold my breath to keep from laughing hysterically at this boy’s choice of words. But inside, I was smiling, because I knew that was not a crime punishable with the whip. I'd hate to mark this beautiful body.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sexual activity in the barracks, fellatio, and homosexual conduct? Damn boy! You won't be able to sit down for a year!"
"Yeah, I understand my demerit card says 60 strokes per day for the next 60 days."
I said to myself, "The rules were NOT this harsh in my day." But, rules are rules.
"I do have a confession to make though," the buck-naked cadet mumbled....
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yeah."
"Quiet! Remember, I'm a disciplinarian, not a priest. If you admit anything to me, and its a crime, I must carry out the punishment."
"I know."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Go ahead."
"Well, I lied about the age of the other cadet. He was a college freshman, and so they assumed he was 18. They didn't know he started early, and was underage."
"I didn't hear that. Don't mention that again."
"No sir, I want my conscience clean."
"Son, sex with a minor is not punishable with the paddle."
"With the whip?" he gasped?
"No son, with the noose."
It was as if he was struck by lightning. He turned very pale, and lost his breath, and his balance. He slid on to the bench and looked like he had seen a ghost.
I put my arm around him, and my other hand on his thigh. "Don't worry kid, it was an innocent mistake, you clearly didn't know the consequences of your actions." I lean into him, and whisper, "and while I never got caught, when I was a cadet, many young men sucked their first dick on their knees between my legs." "I'll let you recant."
He swallowed hard. He closed his mind and looked as if he was thinking hard. Then he nodded silently to himself, and looked me in the eye. "I could never live with myself. If that is what justice demands, then I have to face my punishment, no matter what it is."
"Son, don't be stupid."
"No, fair is fair, you warned me." He touched his neck, contemplating his fate. He stood up feebly. "Well, I guess I have an appointment ... with a rope..." He weakly made the sign of the cross.
"Son, are you insane?"
"Please don't make this harder for me. If you won't hang me, I'll hang myself in the barracks tonight."
I thought to myself, well gee, if this self-destructive angel is going to die cumming on the end of a rope, I sure as hell want to see it! "Okay, son, if you insist. I respect yeah for it. Don't worry, we have ways of making it not last very long at all. I'll make it as painless as I can."
I could see he was trying not to cry.
"Let’s go, get this over with. I can't stand the waiting."
I walked him out of the locker room, and across the walk to the Chambre of Discipline. The staff in the hall-way were not surprised to see me escorting a naked cadet, as many punishments required the cadet to be undressed, plus many of the older cadets who may happen to be well-endowed will take any opportunity to display their manhood in the halls, and thus embarrass most of the entire underclassmen without even uttering a word.
I blindfolded him immediately upon entering the chamber, out of pity for the boy.
The gallows was in the back of the chambre, and since it was rarely used more than once a week, it was always clean and ready. I took no time, and walked him up the stairs. Several men were being paddled or stretched on the rack about now, as it had been quite some time since our conversation started. Needless to say, when they saw me heading for the back of the room, they all turned to watch, disciplinarians included. While he couldn't see them, he had been in here before, and he knew they would watch. So while he still shook with fear, he walked upright, because while he could face a painful death, he could not face being called a pussy.
When I was a cadet, boys sentenced to die were kept in the brig until there were enough to fill all the nooses on a 5-man gallows. This could take up to a month, as there were only 10,000 students in the Academy. However, for cases which required an immediate response, sometimes vacancies had to be filled, and so freshmen would be chosen randomly to complete the quintet of five rope-dancers. Many times, it was, for the "extras" so chosen, their first orgasm.
The drop was made artificially short, sometimes none, to extend the agony of the cadets, and thus better impress the message of discipline to the students. (Executions were performed in front of the entire student body at the time.) However, it seemed that all the students focused on was the massive orgasms enjoyed by the criminals and "extras" and so this lead to an extremely disproportionate number of suicides, to the point where the infirmary would register the corpses of even as many as ten cadets per week who hung themselves in their barracks. The installation of security cameras put a temporary end to the problem.
The problem was solved best by making the executions private, but this was not quite enough. Finally it was decided that a long-drop, while less of a torture to the victim, would be less glamorous to the students. It was a good trade-off.
I began to bind the young fellow, first the wrists, then the arms, the thighs, the knees and the ankles. Finally came the noose. I ensured that the camcorder we use for a witness was operating properly, and then went over to the boy.
I whispered in his ear, "Was it worth it?" He answered back, "if I had to live my life over again, I wouldn't change one thing to get me off this gallows, if it meant I could not enjoy the sweet cream of my friends."
Well, at least he was a good liar.
I whispered back "I'm going to do you a favor... you may realize it in time, or not, but when we meet in the next world, you'll thank me for it."
I took the other end of the rope, untied it, and pulled it taught. A drop of six feet was now a drop of zero. I retied it. By now he was squirming in his bounds. It was mental torture for him to think of his own cum, piss and shit covered corpse swinging in mid-air, dead.
I let him think about it for a moment or two, and pulled the lever. It took him twenty minutes to die, and those were the best twenty minutes of my life.
