paj3651 - Tumblr blog

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

Apparently not for the pee-shy.

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

Paris c1900. 

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

[paj3651]

Dudes Noosed

So after a long hiatus, I am getting back to this blog. This is a new story I wrote recently. Enjoy!

The title of the site, buried deep within the dark web, said everything that needed to be said. "DudesNoosed." Submissives were permitted to post free profiles with one stipulation. Every photo had to be breath control related, nude, or both. Dominants had no profiles. For a nominal annual fee (about the cost of a new Land Rover, for comparison), they had an anonymized ID number, complete access to the sub profiles, and unlimited messaging with them. Today, Dom #4264446 was browsing when he came across a profile that made him stop in his tracks. His primary photo showed him, naked, with a British-style noose pulled around his neck. The text of the profile read: Extinguish me I'm a 25 year old guy who doesn't want to live to see 26. I'll meet anyone, in person or on cam, as long as they are ready, willing, and able to watch me hang until I am dead. Don't bother messaging if you intend to let me live. If serious, I can be contacted anytime between 10:00 PM and 5:00 AM GMT, any day of the week. Kill me, Sir!

The Dom's interest was piqued. He had seen any number of similar profiles, only to have the sub consider it a game. But for whatever reason, he thought this one might be serious. He did the math, and discovered that it was 10:30 GMT, so he sent a message.

"Hello boy. This is your Hangman." Almost immediately, the sub replied, "You read the profile? I don't want to waste my time with another 'Hangman' who won't do the job." "I'm not playing games, as long as you aren't. Do you have your rope with you now?" "Yes, Sir! The noose is already in it, as you saw in the photos. I have a hook in the ceiling. I've tested it to 2.5x my body weight." "Tonight, it only has to hold you until you are dead. I want you on cam, now!" The sub turned on his cam. The Dom he saw was exactly as he was in the photos. In his best estimation, 180 cm tall, and about 72 kilos. He was wearing a Bolton Wanderers jersey and shorts. On the table was the rope, with the noose clearly visible at the end. He looked at the cam and said the last sentence of his profile, "Kill me, Sir!" "Yes boy, it is time for you to die. Strip." The sub removed the jersey first, followed by the shorts, which revealed a white jockstrap. He lowered that as well, then stepped back to allow the Dom to see that he was nude from head to toe. "Are you going to bind your wrists before you hang yourself?" "Of course, Sir." He holds up a set of metal handcuffs. "Will these do?" "Yes, those are ideal. Set up your noose now." The boy got up onto a short stool to reach up and fasten the rope. The noose dangled just above his head. "Good boy. Are you ready to do it now?" "Yes, Sir! Please order me to die." "Put the noose around your neck, and pull it tight." He looked at him and asked, "May I make a last statement?" The Dom said curtly, "No. Get on with it." The sub did as he was told. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to get his head through the loop, and then secured it with the end under his left ear. He placed a cuff on his right wrist, then put them behind his back, and snapped the left one shut. He turned enough to show that his wrists were secured. "You want me to extinguish you? It's time. Step off the stool, and make sure you kick it clear of your feet."

The sub nodded in acknowledgement. Hesitantly, he put one foot off the edge, and then swung it to kick the stool. It tipped over and rolled away. He was hanging, and the terror in his eyes was obvious. His feet were seeking some safe haven, and finding none. He pulled at his cuffed wrists, and came to the realization that they weren't going anywhere. His cock was hard, and starting to drip. His hips began to thrust, and he let loose his final cum load. The Dom began to stroke his own cock. He said, "Good boy. I love seeing you twist and struggle. Now you need to die. It's time boy." His body was moving less. Eyes no longer focused. Fingers and toes curled. His brain is dying, and his heart is close to joining it. Soon, his feet quiver, then point downward. His bladder empties, and he slips into nothingness. On his end, the Dom shoots his load as he sees his sub die. He watches the corpse twist for fifteen minutes before closing the video link. Then he goes to the boy's profile page and presses the "Mark profile as deceased" button. In thirty seconds, the profile will be scrubbed from the site. Money well spent.