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Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Anatomy Class (MM/MMMMM, hanging, NC) (REPOST)
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Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

   There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story.

   First, this story was written by DJBear.  I (Damien) am posting it by
permission of the author.

   Second, 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!

   Third, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's.  Either
way, this isn't milk and cookies.  If you don't want to read about such
things, go away and read another message.

   Fourth, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals
were harmed in the writing of this story.

   Fifth, 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 to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.

   Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next
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   Summary: This story includes descriptions of five men being hanged by
the neck until dead for the enjoyment of the rest of the class.  NC.



   ANATOMY CLASS

   by DJ Bear <djbear@canoemail.com>

   Fall quarter had just begun and the warmth of the day meant most of us
were going to class in shorts.  The Professor in anatomy class seemed like
a pretty interesting guy.  He was middle aged, starting to bald a bit in
the back, and he seemed nervous when he introduced us to the course
outline. There were 61 of us occupying seats in that classroom, only 14 of
them females.  We all seemed to be the same age and we seemed to come from
many different programs since I didn't know a one of them.

   As the instructor introduced us to his teaching assistant, a young man
who had taken the class just two years previously, he said his name was
Dave.  Dave had a real head of black curly hair, worn comfortably short,
but not so short that the curls were destroyed.  He had tight-fitting 501
jeans on and wore one of the most beautiful smiles I could imagine.  Would
I ever like to get to know him better.

   The Prof, as we began to call him, introduced us to the skeleton which
we were to work with throughout the term.  He called the skeleton James and
always talked as if he knew James.  He asked James how the summer had been
and if he had missed being in class, as if the skeleton could talk.  He
also asked James if he missed his classmates and then he introduced James
to each of us as he had collected cards on which we had written information
about ourselves.

   The quarter was progressing really rapidly - I think maybe three or four
weeks had passed.  We spent alot of time going up to the front of the room
and examining James at close range, whenever Prof wanted us to see
something.  Often times he would take hold of our hand and hold it against
James' bones, so we could feel the exact way in which they connected.

   About the fourth week, Prof came into class and announced that we would
have to have a live model for our lesson in anatomy today.  He announced
that he wanted volunteers and nominations.  Well, there was only one
volunteer - a guy by the name of Bruce, a real browner who always was
looking for ways to please Prof.  Then came the nominations.  Chad, Guy,
Bill, and Tim were selected before Prof said he had enough.  Prof had
already told us it would only be appropriate for males to participate in
this live model demonstration.  He asked the five to go out of the room
with Dave and told us he would call them back in as they were needed.

   Prof then proceeded to explain the male sex organs and after about ten
minutes called to his TA on the intercom that he wanted Bruce sent in. 
Bruce came into the room with his hands tied behind his back, with a loose
shower towel wrapped around his waste - you know those things that button
at the side made of terry cloth and only about 12 inches wide.  Prof asked
Bruce to stand on a pedestal which was at the front of the room and cuffed
Bruce's wrists to the railing around the back of the pedestal.  He then
removed Bruce's towel.  Bruce was a thin guy very white from not having had
any sun - he always wore glasses and kept his short hair slicked down on
his head.  His hair was light brown and his eyes which were a like beads
were also brown.  Prof asked each of us to go up to the front and feel
three things - the glans, the testicals, and the uretha.

   Bruce writhed as this was going on.  He was told by Prof not to get so
aroused as to shoot his load and he managed to let everyone handle him
without doing that but he felt mighty hard when I went up there.  He was
shaking but obviously from the look in his eyes was enjoying it.

   Next Prof asked the TA to send Guy and Tim in.  Guy and Tim both arrived
with the same type of towel around their wastes and their hands tied behind
their backs.  They were placed on the pedestal and cuffed to the railing
along side Bruce.  Bruce was taking this all in thinking that he knew what
was going to happen here so he developed a big smile as he turned his head
in the direction of Guy and Tim.  Guy was a blond swimmer type who was
always full of smiles and had very narrow waist and big wide shoulders.  He
had a lot of fuzz on his chest and back and down his legs.  His blue eyes
were really quite inviting.  Guy also had a very trim beard which showed of
a narrow face.  Tim on the other hand was a football player with the build
of a large can his neck was thick, his body straight up and down almost as
his waist and shoulders were about the same circumference.  Tim had dimples
in his cheeks and a shaved head but his pubic hair was black as black could
be.

   Prof walked up to Guy and removed the towel and then did the same thing
to Tim - I guess the guys expected it as Bruce was already standing there
naked.  Prof asked Tim to demonstrate how Guy could be aroused without
using his hands.  This proved to be quite an interesting exercise and a
real turn-on as Tim used his mouth and thighs and his feet to arouse Guy,
while both were still tied to the railing.  Finally, Guy came and shot a
really big load right at the feet of Prof.

   Prof also took time to show us that Tim was uncut while Bruce and Guy
had both been cut.  He demonstrated how the foreskin worked by stretching
Tim's skin and pulling it - telling us how much more sensual it was for Tim
to have his skin intact so it could do a wet massage of the glans.

   The TA brought Bill in as if on cue.  Bill also had on a towel and had
his hands tied behind his back.  Bill was cuffed onto the railing next to
Tim.  Bill had long strands of black hair flowing down his back.  He was a
body builder without any fat on him so all the pecs and arms were was a
mass of muscle.  He was tall - about 6'4" and he had the most beautiful
legs and feet I think I had ever seen.  Those muscles in his legs just
flared down to those feet without any fat on them but without looking like
some of those feet which seem to be only bones.  Prof asked the class to
come forward again, this time to feel the sphincter muscle.  Bill was
obviously aroused by this and his sphincter closed up at first according to
those who were at the front of the line BUT by the time I got there, I was
able to feel it move aside of my two fingers.

   Prof explained to us how important control of the sphincter was as he
indicated to us that if the muscle was weakened, it could lead to
embarrasment.  He then called for Chad.  The TA also brought Chad in and
Chad had no towel and had obviously been enjoying the company of the TA as
the TA was dishevelled.  It took no time to cuff Chad to the railing and
for Prof to ask us to find Chad's prostate.  Chad was dark haired, dark
skinned, like someone who had lived in the sun for many years and looked
like he was a speciman of health.  His chest had a nice patch of hair in
the cleft between his pecs and he had the most gorgeous pubic hair.  Prof
told us to hurry as we only had half an hour left in the class.

   As soon as we sat down again, Prof told us we were going to learn what
happened to the anatomy when someone died.  He told us each of the
specimens would be hanged until dead, one at a time, and we were to make
notes about the body and its reactions.  He asked us to vote on which one
would go first, second etc.

   Chad was the one elected to go first.  You could see fear in Chad's eyes
as the TA uncuffed him from the railing and moved him over to another
platform just three feet to his right.  The platform was raised
mechanically as the TA tied Chad's feet together.  The rope came out of the
ceiling already made into a noose and was quickly slipped around Chad's
neck.  Cameras were set up behind Chad and on every side and monitors were
placed strategically around the room so we could watch the body reflexes.
As soon as the knot had been secured under Chad's left ear, the platform
fell the five feet it had gone up and Chad was kicking his feet in thin
air. He was violently convulsing and his face started to turn red and then
his eyes started to expand and his tongue stuck out and started to swell.
He clearly could be heard to gurgle and finally after about five minutes
stopped swinging.  His cock shot a huge load and at the end, we could see
the sphincter muscle had lost its elasticity and relaxed letting Chad mess
the area around him.

   Quickly he was brought down and dumped into a cardboard box as Tim was
placed on the platform and the process was repeated.  Tim however,
struggled for much longer.  His thick neck with all those muscles from
football kept him from strangling quite as fast and he clearly breathed for
a lot longer.  His heart raced and even when it looked like he was still
Prof had me go up and with the stethescope find his heart still beating. 
However, when checked three minutes later it had stopped.  Tim dribbled
urine down his legs and off his toes once he was dead.  Tim's body was
thrown into the same cardboard box which Chad was already in - their warm
bodies lying close to each other and I thought "what a waste when they
could have been together with their impressive equipment in life!"

   Bruce was next - he was taken over to a stair well - at the top there
was a platform.  He stood tied with the rope around his neck only a second
before the platform separated into two and Bruce went hurtling down with a
sudden snap of his neck just before he touched the floor.  He breathed for
some time and he shot a huge load as his body was still swinging around but
it was obvious that his elongated neck and demeanor meant that he had not
felt after the drop.

   Bill was next and he also mounted to the platform on the stairs which
Bruce had taken.  Prof told Bill that it would be quick and painless but
Bill was a body builder and thus there was no snap of the neck when he
dropped from the platform and you could tell that Bill was still very much
alive as he writhed around while he choked to death.

   Of course Guy knew it was his turn next.  Before he mounted the rising
platform, Prof told Guy he would be the skeleton for next year's class.  He
told us that James had been a member of last year's class - the last one to
go last year and it would be Guy's honor to be part of next year's class.
He asked Guy to make a little speech but Guy could hardly talk.  After
watching the others he said to us "You bastards, why did you elect me?" and
as he was saying the last word, the platform disappeared into the floor
leaving him swinging free.  As we left the room, Guy was still swinging and
Dave was getting ready to cut him down.  There was a gurney on which his
body would be laid out in preparation for getting a perfect specimen of a
skelton for next years class.

   Prof had warned us that none of us were to indicate what went on in his
class because he said there would be alot of people interested and curious.
I never did hear anyone once say anything about what happened that day and
I often wondered how the disappearance of all those students form one class
would be explained but no one seemed to question it - did these guys not
even have significant others or family?  I guess not because I watched the
following year as a new class started out and picked out the guys I would
have voted for - beautiful hunks!

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   I didn't write this story, but I posted it with the author's permission.

   Did you like this story?  You can find more at

   http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi 

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