Short update

Things here seem quiet, I know. I have had a lot of thoughts, but not the kind that work their way into blog posts. I'm hoping to get a story written soon. Maybe some pictures? We'll see.

I did add a couple of entries to my Links to Similar Sites (which is still all Tumblr sites).

Found

So you've done it -- accidentally or intentionally, but either way now you're hanging from a rope, no longer struggling or twitching or anything. Let's say for the point of discussion you're nude, with a fairly large and dripping prick poking out between your legs. A few hours go by. You're starting to cool off and you're pretty stiff, not that you realize any of this of course.

Then a police officer forces his way in to the garage or house and finds you. Maybe he's shocked, but probably he isn't because he's seen it before. You're not moving, and when he shines a penlight into your eyes there's no response, so he doesn't try to quickly get you down. Instead he calls the station to get the people who need to be there. Soon your space is full of burly cops in snug uniforms and a couple of folks from the medical examiner's office, and you're the only naked one in the room. Also the only dead one.

They all have roles. They gather evidence -- maybe a note, or some porn, or toys, or whatever. Photos are taken. A couple of your "guests" put on latex gloves and examine your dead body. The gloves might be for keeping the evidence clean, or they may be because who wants to handle a naked dead guy without them? Finally they finish everything else, and it's time to get you down. They cut the rope (or untie it if that's easier), wrangle your corpse into the body bag, close it up while trying not to look at the tent in the middle where your still-fat cock pokes up. Off you go to the morgue; everyone else goes to fill out reports or whatever.

Maybe after their shift, the cop who first found you and his partner go out for a beer and they joke about the naked dumbfuck who hanged himself.

Or ... maybe that's just how I think it might go. What do you think?

Note: I originally posted this to the Noose Network a couple of hours ago, just for giggles.

Links to similar sites

I owe you, Dear Readers... since I don't have anything much of my own to share at the moment, I thought I'd share a list of some websites I like. It's not a complete list yet. This part is just sites on Tumblr, and I know there are more than I know even there. I'll expand it as I find things. Let me know if one of your favorites should be added here.

I'll do a post of non-Tumblr sites soon.

The Interzone (stories)
noose gay bound, breath control. (pics and stories)
Gasping with Erection (videos)
Loving Air (pics, activities beyond nooses)
Noosedelta (pics)
BreathControlTX (pics)
RedskinBD (of course :-))
Hassan's Rumpus Room (pics, more than just nooses)
Breath Control Men (pics)
Sunstroke77 (pics and stories, activities beyond nooses too)
Gay Bondage and Breath Control (pics, activities beyond nooses too)
Male to Male Breath Control
Breath ... If You Can

Noose adventures in virtual reality

I can't be called an early adopter (of anything, really), but I recently became involved in Second Life, the virtual reality platform that's been around for about thirteen years now. I created my "avatar" in late November, 2015, and started bumbling around the world, finding new sights and things to buy along the way. I did this largely under the tutelage of one of my long-time online noose buddies.

Last week, he told me about a dungeon in Second Life that he knew of that had a large selection of torture and execution devices. Now I'm totally addicted to this area. Though all of the machines here are intended for operation by an executioner/torturer upon a victim, many of them are operable by a solo player. What seals it for me is, there are four gallows on the main level, plus a four-person gallows on an outdoors level.

And the first night there, it was late, and I had the place to myself for a long time. Trouble was gotten into.

I've developed a routine where, if no one's around, I do a hanging suicide, and just wait around, twisting and spinning, until someone comes by. Then we see what happens.

None of these machines is fatal to my avatar. Well, not permanently fatal. When I'm done, I stop the script that's running, and then I am back to normal. It's the same when someone does the torture or snuff to another. At the end, they put away any ancillary objects they used, and then move on to something else. Obviously, this is better than snuffing it in real life.

Yeah, it's not completely realistic. It's a lot closer than I could've imagined a couple of weeks ago. It has been very, um, exciting. And it's safe. Well, to me, maybe not my avatar. He's not complaining, so I guess I don't have to care.