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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.