There really are some hot ideas here. I have often fantasized about hanging. In these fantasies I'm always the victim, not the hangman. I like the idea of being marched to the gallows with a large crowd -made up mostly of young men, naturally - gathered to watch me die. I'm terrified and intensely turned on at the same time. The death I face is strangulation hanging, not drop hanging, and I will be dangling and kicking and writhing for at least a couple of minutes before I loose consciousness. As I walk up the wooden stairs of the gallows I'm quivering slightly, but I am forcing myself to be steady. I'm trying to be stoical, but tears are welling up in my eyes and they roll down my cheeks as the hangman tightens the rope snugly around my neck. There is lots of raucous laughter at the sight of my tears. The rope is taught now, so when the platform drops in a few seconds I wont drop. In the jail I was offered one last chance to 'visit the bathroom" before my last walk, but I declined the offer and now my bladder is so full, I feel like I'm going to burst. Also, about an hour ago, I popped a couple of Viagra and already, even before the rope presses deeply against my spinal cord, I'm sporting a woody. I want my exit to be memorable.
The hangman walks to the side. I'm standing there, hands bound behind my back, rope chafing my neck. Then it happens. The platform falls. I'm suspended by my neck in thin air. I feel the rope tighten, and it hurts horribly. The crowd is cheering and jeering and laughing. I'm bug-eyed and looking at the crowd. They're really enjoying the show.
Like a drowning man, I try to hold my breath, but I can't. Instinctively I try to take deep breath but I can't, I'm choking. The feeling is searingly painful and I'm in full panic. I start kicking my legs and arching my back. At the same time, I'm pissing my pants full force. Through my panic and pain I see the guys in the crowd falling all over themselves with laughter as I wet myself. The pain is becoming unbearable. My chest feels like it going to burst and my tongue feels like it is swelling as I continue to try to gasp for air - but can't. For what feels like an eternity I'm not breathing and it hurts so much. Then in my soaking wet crotch, I feel my dick swell up - hard. I was writhing, but now as I start to loose consciousness and the pain becomes unbearable ... it feels like my hips are thrusting slightly ... And now I'm in full ecstatic orgasm. Exquisite pain and exquisite pleasure at the same time. I'm loosing consciousness, I'm dying ...
I don't exist anymore and I can't enjoy this scene. My dead body dangles limply from the rope. The crowd knows I came in my pants just before I died, and many of them were laughing so hard that they have tears in their eyes. Many of them also popped woodies while watching me. I put on a good show.
That's the way I would like to go out.
