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From: "Xenos" <hamurabi@usa.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Sunday Morning  M/M Hanging snuff n/c
Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 03:10:03 -0400
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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read
electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do something else

   All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

   if you have any sugestions or comments i love to read them, send me a
note at hamurabi@usa.net

   just in case you dont mean to read this i have left a number of white
lines in between.  Scroll down if you really want to read this story.





















   here begins the story>>>

   Sunday morning

   When I got up, Jonathan was still asleep at the foot of the bed. 
Obviously the previous nights activities had left him exhausted.  I got up
quietly, and headed downstairs to prepare for the last scene.  First I had
a coup of coffee while I though the scene through in my head.  Afterwards I
headed down towards the basement and began the preparations.  First I had
to clean the aftermath of the previous night's scene, then prepare and
check all the tools that I would need for the next scene.

   When everything was ready, I went back upstairs and woke Jonathan up.  I
ordered him to take a shower and meet me in the kitchen when he was done.
When he came downstairs, I served him a small breakfast.

   -Wow, last night was pretty wild dud, and what do you want to do today?

   -Oh you will see.  But I think you are going to like it

   Jonathan looked at me with a smirk as he scarfed another muffin.

   -Ok, I am ready, said Jonathan with his face filled with expectation.

   -Not yet boy, lets make sure that you digest your breakfast first.  Why
don' t we go for a walk around the area?

   -Sure, I will show you the area.  We walked for about 2 hours, and my
estimation had been right on the money, this was a pretty area, filled with
great powerful trees, and great views.  Eventually we returned to the
house.

   Jonathan stood by, looking at me in anticipation.  It was obvious that
he wanted action, and I was more than happy to oblige him.

   -Ok boy, go upstairs and shower, then get in your jock and report to the
basement when you are done.

   I walked downstairs and with in a few minutes Jonathan ran down the
stairs full of anticipation.  The first thing that I did was to bind his
wrists together behind his back with a piece of rope, making it nice and
tight, but not constricting.

   Next I commanded Jonathan to step to the center of the room over by the
stool.  There, I passed the rope over his head, and around his neck.  With
a quick motion, I constricted the noose around his neck so that there was
no way that it could slip out.

   He did not know it, but that moment had sealed his fate.

   Now I moved to the side of the room, and placed the other end of the
rope in the winch and started to crank it.  There were about 4 or so feet
of slack in the rope, so I had to crank for a couple of minutes before the
rope became taught.

   Jonathan was now very excited.  His cock had stiffened, and was once
again pressing to get out of the jock.  I figure that I oblige it.  I
walked towards Jonathan and striped him of the jock by pushing it down to
his feet.  Jonathan stepped out of it, letting himself stand stark naked. I
felt his dick and balls, making him emit a low moan.  I teased his package
a few more times, driving Jonathan crazy with pleasure.

   I abandoned him in the middle of the room moved besides the winch and
started cranking it again.  Soon the slack in the rope was gone and tension
in the rope grew.  The noose closed a bit more around Jonathan's neck, and
started to pull him upwards.  In reaction to this Jonathan stood on his
feet.  A few more cranks and standing on his feet became not enough.  Now
Jonathan did the only thing that he could to escape the growing pressure on
his neck.  He stepped on the nearby stool that I had strategically placed
there.  This move gave Jonathan about an extra foot of slack in the rope, a
slack that I ate up with a few more cranks of the winch.  Before long
Jonathan was once again standing on his feet on top of the stool, and kept
there by the pull of the rope around his neck.  I stopped cranking, to
watch the beautiful sight that he made.  I again stepped towards him, and
again I felt his nice package.  Again he moaned, and closed his eyes in
pleasure.  Now for the show I thought to myself.

   I grabbed the winch handle with both hands this time and started
cranking again.  The new increase in tension resulted in the noose slipping
even tighter around Jonathan's neck, brining him to the very tips of his
feet.  This was the highest point that he could achieve on his own.  I
stopped cranking again.

   Jonathans breathing was shallow and somewhat labored.  The rope was now
certainly putting some pressure around his neck, but not too much that he
could not still breathe.

   -That's a little bit too tight sir, he said

   -Oh, let me fix that I said.

   I stepped back, grabbed the winch handle with both hands and started
quickly cranking again.  I had to exert more force with each crank as the
rope was starting to support more and more of Jonathan's weight.  Jonathan
let out a startled scream, which] waned a few seconds latter as more and
more pressure was applied to his neck.  A few more cranks of the winch
caused Jonathan to be lifted.  His toes suddenly began to loose contact
with the stool.  In his efforts to regain elevation Jonathan swiveled his
hip, to be able to extend his right leg even more, however, that unbalance
the load on the stool, and as a result the stool toppled and bounced part
way across the room.  This left Jonathan a full foot off the ground and
completely helpless.  Suddenly he found himself suspended in the air.  He
started kicking with his legs, trying desperately to reach the stool or any
object to rest upon.  Jonathan proved downward with his legs, trying to
find a way to relive the pressure on his neck.

   Now I just stood there and admired the spectacle that was developing.

   Jonathans kicking became more frantic.  He tried to use his arms, but as
I had made sure to bind them securely, they were of no use to him.  He
moved them up and down, behind his back, and strained against his bonds,
but to no avail.  In the mean time his uncoordinated kicking had caused him
to begin swaying side to side, his struggle futile, but beautiful.  His
face still filled with surprise, his mouth partway open, trying to gain a
breath of increasingly needed air.

   As the seconds ticked Jonathans kicking became more furious, and wilder.
His legs were doing full scissors trying to grab onto anything that might
be around him but to no avail.  I had made sure to hang him in the middle
of the room, away from any potential avenue of escape.  His arms were still
prying with their greatest might at their bind but they were failing.

   Jonathans face was now turning a serious red tone, and his tongue was
now half protruding from his still open mouth.  The kicking moved into a
new gear of action.  The movements were desperate and in utter lack of
coordination, no doubt brought about by his growing desperation for air. 
His kicks were growing erratic in strength and direction.  Some pointed
down towards the ground, others forwards, all meeting with the same lack of
success, nothing but air.

   Jonathans tongue was now part way out of his mouth, and his eyes were
almost on white now.  Jonathan's legs now started to move now on a
convulsive manner, as did his arms.

   The convulsions extended to the entire body, which culminated by a set
of thrusts of his hips.  From this convulsions, suddenly wad after wad of
sperm erupted from Jonathans fully erect penis.  A few seconds latter,
Jonathans body went limp.  His body went into a few brief shudders, and
then his legs hang down motionless, his arms relaxed, and his head slumped
forward.  The only motion was the slow and steady sway of his gorgeous body
as it hanged from his neck.

   That would be the way that his parents would find him.

   

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