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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Peeping Boy (F/M, hanging, cons) (REPOST)
Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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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

   johnny_ffff@yahoo.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.

   ==========================================================

   Did you like this story?  You can find more at

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

   The author would also 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?  

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