Fiction: Gone as Far as You Could Go

By hangdogMI - January 2023

Rob eased himself into his chair in front of the computer and logged in to IRC. As usual, he was naked, just in case one of his chats tonight required quick access to his boner. Rob generally frequented channels like #noosem4m and #snuffmenow, where the topic was fantasies about deadly sex acts involving hanging, knives, guns, and other ways to cum and go at the same time. Over the last five or six months, he had been chatting with a guy named MrBruce about hanging from a noose. Lately they had been chatting about Rob hanging himself in real life, with MrBruce carefully but clearly encouraging him. It's not that Rob was depressed or anything, although he was sure a shrink would have something to say about a guy who kept thinking about hanging himself. It's just that Rob was turned on by nooses and strangling, and he had been since he was a teen. Now 32, he wanted to really experience it. It just seemed impossible to locate a hangman who would help him realize the fantasy. Rob figured he might end up having to hang himself, regardless of any safety issues. If it was that good, did it matter whether he snuffed it? In fact, the risk of snuffing it made it that much hotter.

MrBruce let him work this out online, all the while agreeing that Rob's young, slender, slightly hairy body would be hot hanging from a rope, swinging slowly in the breeze. The conversation was getting to a point where there wasn't much else to add, however. Rob had this quiet, nagging feeling that things had gone about as far as they could without going one more step, or backing out completely.

MrBruce came up on the "Notify" list when Rob got connected to #noosem4m. Rob was about to message him, when the incoming message sound played.

MrBruce: Hello, boy

RobNoose: Hello, Sir ... how are you today?

MrBruce: Fine. How are you boy?

RobNoose: Doing well. Still breathing, tho

MrBruce: Well, whose fault is that?

MrBruce: You can fix that anytime, can't you, boy?

RobNoose: Yes, Sir.

RobNoose: It's such a big thing, tho, hanging yourself and snuffing it

MrBruce: You've been talking about it for months, boy. You say it's the one thing you really want, to get that noose around your neck and let it take you where you want to go.

MrBruce: I am beginning to wonder how sincere you are

MrBruce: I've encouraged you when you said you were close to doing it. But it's up to you, boy. I don't want to keep talking about you hanging yourself if it's just talk.

RobNoose: I want to do it, really...

*MrBruce has left IRC*

Rob saw the "Part" message from MrBruce and was a little crushed. He saw his point, though. I've been on this fence for a long time, Rob thought. Even I'm tired of being wishy-washy about it.

It was early evening, by his standards. Rob thought his chat would go a lot longer, and maybe end in a wank. Instead, he scrolled a few free porn sites, looking for hot photos, and ended up playing Solitaire when porn searching didn't make him feel better.

Just before he shut the computer down, he checked email and found this message:

From: mr.bruce@gmail.com

To: nooserob@outlook.com

Subject: [blank]

If you're really serious, I have a gallows set up for you, but it'll only be ready for three days.

That was followed by driving directions to a park on the outer edge of the metro area, about two hours away, and instructions on how to get from the remote parking area to the gallows. "Remember, you have three days. Regardless, don't look for me on IRC. This is all you need besides your own initiative."

Rob slept fitfully, then spent Monday morning puttering around his apartment. At around 3 p.m., he drove up to the park, all the way down the winding park road to the last parking area. He parked the car in the far-back of the lot, which was somewhat hidden from view. "OK, let's make this fun," he said to himself. He checked that the doors were unlocked, then he left the keys on the passenger seat. He got out, stripped off his t-shirt, leaving himself in just a flimsy pair of gym shorts and shoes. He even took his wallet out of his pocket and threw it next to the keys on the passenger seat. He did all this because it seemed like what would heighten the fantasy, even if he risked losing the wallet or the car, even. Rob was thinking more with his crotch than his brain, really. Then he closed the car door quietly and set off down the hiking trail. He wouldn't be gone that long, unless ... he was, he thought.

Rob walked casually down the trail, where he saw no one else. That was usual here. This end of the park didn't get many visitors, especially early in the workweek. He'd hiked around in here a few times, never quite this nearly naked. And he never took any trail detours. After about 45 minutes, he came to a wire fence. Next to the fence was an official park trail blaze pointing to the left turn that continued the trail. Mr. Bruce's directions said to cross the fence at this point, so Rob looked around for witnesses who were not there, and then did so.

There wasn't much trail here, but the directions said to follow the fence a short ways. When Rob did, after a couple of minutes he saw a red ribbon marking a very small trail heading off to the right into the woods. Rob kept walking into the woods, where the trees were dense enough that the sun didn't brighten the trail much. After ten or fifteen minutes of walking where he almost lost the trail once, he found what Mr. Bruce had said would be there.

In a small clearing stood a wooden lumber frame made from 2x6s, braced at the bottom, with a noose hanging from the middle of the crossbar. The noose dangled over a weathered wooden stool. Rob's heart started thumping more from the sight than the exertion from the last hour of hiking. Though he was a little sweaty from his hike, he started to feel chilled.

Rob looked around. Somehow this area seemed even emptier of people than the park had. He heard some insects and distant birds, and occasional leaves whispered from breezes through the trees. His eyes went back to the simple gallows, which was at one end of the clearing, not centered in it. He walked closer, and noted a pair of handcuffs hung from a nail pounded into the left post. It was a nice pair, like the ones he mail-ordered a couple of years ago. The cuffs and the noose set up as it was meant that someone - Mr. Bruce - had this set up for a reason.

Rob thought, how far do I want to go with this? He could turn around and hike back to the car, go home, try to forget about this. He knew he wouldn't forget, though. The notion of hanging hadn't left his head for years. Now here he was, by himself, with a noose and handcuffs and maybe all the time he needed to really see what it was all like. It made his cock start to harden and make a tent in his thin gym shorts. He gave it a good grope through the fabric.

"Let's see how far I can go," he said quietly to himself. He thought of the fantasy he had talked about with Mr. Bruce, weeks ago when they first met online. Rob started by slipping off his shoes. Then he shucked the gym shorts and stood bare-assed under the crossbar, his feet cooling in the grass.

"Don't forget the cuffs." Did he think that or did he hear that? He could've thought it. He reached over and took the cuffs, placing one cuff around his left wrist and slowly ratcheting it closed, click-click-click-click. He left the other cuff loose. From here, I could bug out and unlock it at home with my cuff key, he thought.

Instead, he looked over the stool. The ground was pretty hard, so he figured it wouldn't sink in when he stood on it. He adjusted his position a little, and then placed a foot on the seat of the stool and did a step-up onto it. He took a moment balancing like a beginner gymnast dismounting, then stood up. The noose bounced off his face. The stool was a little over two feet high, so that put his eyes at almost eight feet off the ground. He looked at the clearing through the noose, taking slow measured breaths.

Years ago, the first time he had a noose around his neck while standing on a bucket, he was so scared he was shaking. He didn't even have handcuffs back then, so it was easy to back out. This time, though he was a bit scared, he was more excited and focused than anything, and his legs weren't turning rubbery. He knew it was time to slip his head through the noose. Rob reached up, decided to pull the loop open further, then realized he had to get on his toes to reach it. Carefully, he raised up, and with one hand to guide the loop over his head, he used the other hand to slide the knot down. By the time the rope was in the approximate correct position, Rob's heels were back on the stool and he was stable again.

Rob stood for a moment, then reached up again to adjust the noose. He slid the knot over behind his ear, so that if it tightened more, it would have room to move, and then he tightened the knot a bit more snug around his neck, just above his Adam's apple. He swallowed reflexively. Damn, this felt good.

"Good boy," Rob heard. This time he knew it wasn't just a voice in his head, and it made him jump slightly. He looked up as best he could, and saw a very small speaker attached to the crossbeam out of the way of the upper knot of the noose-rope. "You're doing fine. You know what you're doing. You know what you need."

"Y-yes, Sir," Rob said. Rob wondered if there was a camera or two here in the clearing. There had to be, right? Otherwise, Mr. Bruce wouldn't know what he was doing. Probably a microphone too, to pick up what Rob said.

"The next step is tough, but it's simple. You just slip the other cuff around your right wrist, and close it. First, though, why not give your cock a tug or two. A reward for getting this far."

"Yes, Sir," Rob said. He reached with his right hand to his cock and stroked it a few times, even pulling on his balls with his left hand and scratching them a little. His cock was hard and jutting out from his crotch at a right angle. It was even dripping a little, since Rob was prone to copious pre-cum when excited. He's probably enjoying this, Rob thought.

"Good boy," Mr. Bruce said through the speaker after a couple of minutes. "Now, lock the other cuff."

Rob stopped stroking, and put both hands behind his back. He fumbled to get the second cuff around his right wrist, and when he did, he hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he made the cuff's lock click once, then click-click-click-click happened quickly.

Now, with the noose snug around his neck, and both hands cuffed behind him, all alone in the wood, Rob was stuck.

"Good, good boy," Mr. Bruce said warmly. Rob stood, shaking a little now, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm his thudding heart. His naked body in the woods, about to hang and become a dead naked body, hard-on prominently showing what a perv he was, whenever he got found.

"There's just one more step, boy. Then you will know what the noose can really do for you. Give yourself the thing that you've always wanted. You know this has always been your destiny. You've said so yourself."

Rob knew he would die. But he didn't think about that much. He knew he would hang dangling over the forest floor, swinging back and forth, struggling, maybe shooting cum - maybe not, but that didn't matter so much. He'd feel the world spin around him, the rope grabbing his neck tight, and ...

Rob edged his feet so his toes gripped the edge of the stool.

"That's it, boy."

"Thank you, Sir ..."

Rob picked up his right foot and held it in front of the stool. He bent his left knee, and that unbalanced the stool quickly so it fell over behind him. Both feet were in the air. The rope didn't let him drop; it was more like a sag with a slight stretch to his neck. Rob was hanging by his neck from the noose, swinging and spinning slightly. The crossbar creaked a little upon taking up Rob's body weight. The only other noise was the chain on the handcuffs as Rob got used to hanging helplessly from the rope. He'd never felt a noose as tight as this before, and it hurt some but not too badly since it was so close to his jaw. He tried to keep himself still, figuring too much struggling would only make things worse. Then he tried to breathe, and got no air at all. He tried again, harder, and made just a "gurk" noise. The noose was doing a very good job on him. Rob started kicking and stretching for the ground, or the stool, or anything, but his toes couldn't find anything solid.

Seconds ticked by. Rob would open his mouth but there was no sound out or air in. The knot kept his head down so he couldn't open his mouth much, anyway. He just saw the grassy forest floor moving beneath his feet, along with his bone-hard cock dripping pre. He wasn't sure this would work, but he bent both his legs up and tried to get his cock between his thighs ... that felt good and he tried it again, then one more time ...

Then he realized that his vision was darkening and simultaneously he was overwhelmed with a huge orgasm, his cock shooting ropes of cum as he realized he was passing out. He shook and kicked, and his juice slowed to a drip from the tip of his spent cock. His eyes stared blankly at the ground as he fell into utter darkness. After that, his body twitched a few times, and then hung completely still.

At the house about a quarter-mile away, Mr. Bruce watched as Rob dangled from the rope lifelessly. He let the video recordings go until around 15 minutes, then carefully saved the files from the three cameras and the microphone. Once he had the video edited, he was going to have something nice to share with select other guys in #noosem4m. Before he could do that, Mr. Bruce had a body to dispose of, so he put on his boots and got ready to work.