(Hmmm Damien's comment, tells us the
original author - posted anon.penet.fi in 1995!)
This story was written by Johnny. I (Damien) am posting it
by permission of the author.
Listen up! Yes, I mean you!
There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story.
First, there's sexually explicit stuff here. If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message. Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group. Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!
Second, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>! No actual people or animals were harmed in the writing of this story.
Third, don't try this stuff at home. You could end up dead! Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA. That's not counting
the rest of the world.
Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story. If you think it's badly written, that's one thing. But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled while having sex, don't blame anybody but yourself.
Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next message.
After that, you're on your own.


Summary: This story includes descriptions of a man being hanged for sexual pleasure. Non-lethal, semi-consensual.


Peeping Boy
by Johnny
lizb...@deepth.armory.com


"Are you ready to submit to my perverted fancies, my little
slave boy?" asked Sara. She was dressed only in a soft nightgown.
Johnny found himself staring at the her full breasts. He thought that
he could see her nipples poking against the fabric. Bright moonlight
poured through her bedroom windows.


"Yes, Miss Sara, you know that I'd do anything that you wanted
me to." said Johnny. Ever since Miss Sara had caught him peering into
her bedroom window, he had found himself the captive of her strong
desires. The night she had caught him, she had dragged him into her
bedroom and forced him to lick her pussy until she was satisfied. If
he performed to her liking sometimes she would suddenly pull him
between her legs and allow him to slip his eager prick into her cunt,
pumping away til he popped off. He was thoroughly under her spell.


"Tonight I to try something a little different. Strip now." she commanded. Johnny felt nervous and excited as he pulled off his
shirt over his head. He was very aware of his mistress watching his
every move.
"Put your arms behind you now!" said Sara. She stepped close
to him, spun him about by his elbow so that his back was to her. She
pulled his wrists to each other and proceeded to tie them firmly
together.
"Now, you're my helpless little slave, aren't you? I can do
anything that I want to with you. Aren't you curious what that might
be?" She ran her fingertips across his body, making him shiver
deliciously. Her fingers tickled him along the crack of his ass.
She led him out of her bedroom and down the hallway of her
country villa. They passed through a doorway into the walled garden
that grew in the middle of her property. The summer night air was
sweet with the smell of jasmine. They walked along a path until they
came to a tree with low branches spreading overhead. One of the
branches was about eight feet above the ground. the branch had a
fork in it through which a thick rope fed. The rope dangled
downward right over a small stool. Johnny stared with amazement.
At the end of the rope, Sara had tied a noose.
"I'm going to hang you, Johnny! You're going to kick at the end
of that rope for my amusement. What do you think of that, you
naughty boy?"
"I I...Uh.." he stammered.
"You trust me, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss Sara" mumbled Johnny. He couldn't take his eyes off
of the noose. His breathing was coarse and ragged.
"Step up onto the stool, Johnny!" commanded Sara. Without
objection the boy stepped forward and mounted the stool. The noose
dangled just in front of his face. His prick bobbed and jerked slowly
upward with his terrified arousal. She gently fitted the soft noose
over his head and around his neck, tightening it around his throat.
"Now, I've heard that young boys are often so randy and lustful
that they spill their seed without any external stimulation, such as
when they have nocturnal emissions. I've also read that men are
sometimes brought to their moment of crisis by the act of throttling.
Thus, I've resolved to suspend you by your sweet neck and see if
what I've been told is true!"
With that, Sara bent down and kissed the head of Johnny's
bobbing cock. She began sucking gently on just the tip, delighting in
the way his cock throbbed in her mouth. She held him with a hand
on each of his ass cheeks. When she heard him start to whimper, she
let his prick slide from between her lips and gave him one last slow
lick up the underside of his prick. It jerked up against his stomach.
Then Sara pulled Johnny forward by his hips. The stool tipped
forward as Johnny's feet slipped and stumbled. Johnny squealed as
the stool went over. His eyes were wide with fear. He fell an inch or
so and then the noose jerked tight around his throat, suspending him.
His feet reached downward vainly searching for something to stand
on. His head was tilted to one side by the noose about his neck. He
tugged frantically at his tied wrists and this made his body wobble
and sway as he hung.
All the while, his mistress watched with bright eyes and
quickened breath. Sara felt a nasty arousal watching her young
victim's struggles. Johnny was kicking his feet. His prick waved back
and forth with his motion. Sara could see how tightly his butt was
clenching and how his testicles had drawn up tight. "How hard his
cock is!" she thought to herself.
Johnny felt the insistent hold of the noose around his neck.
Every time he kicked it just tightened a little further. His head was
spinning and he felt afraid, yet he also felt a strange exhilaration as
he hung. It was a sweet agony feeling so helpless and knowing that
his mistress Sara had hung him. She was watching his slow gasping strangulation. The warm night breeze blew across him, and he felt
Sara's saliva cool on the shaft of his prick. He started thrusting his
hips forward like he was fucking a lover; he couldn't help it. He felt a tingling starting in his ass, a warm throbbing spreading through his
body, centered in his cock. Then his whole body arched and spasmed
as the pleasure exploded in him. From the shiny taut head of his
engorged cock shot a jet of sperm, arching out across the grass. Sara
gave a gasp and watched, mesmerized. Once, twice more Johnny's
prick spurted forth his cum, though less forcefully. Sara watched as
the sperm slowly ran down the shaft of his erection.
Shaking herself, she gave a tug to the slip-knot that held the
rope and caught Johnny as he fell. She lowered him to his back and
loosened the noose. He began panting rapidly and groaning. Then she
rolled him him over and untied his wrists.
"Come, my sweet boy, back to my bed. Your next orgasm will
be between my thighs." Sara said. Her clit was tingling and anxious
for some attention. In the back of her mind, she was wondering if a
woman would react in the same manner to the stimulus of being
hung. She wondered if she would try it herself.




If you liked this story, the author would like to hear about it. You
can write me and I'll pass it on to the author. Remember, feedback from
the readers is the only "payment" the author gets.
But if you think stories about people getting strangled or hanged, even
killed, during sex are icky and shouldn't exist, don't come whining to me.
Why did you read it if you don't like stories of that type?
Damien (a handle, not a name)
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