Story: Scott and Fred

Here's a new story. The characters are anthropomorphic critters (furries), but as I've learned from FurAffinity, furries can like snuff, too.

Scott and Fred hangdogMI, April 2026

Fred, an anthro wolverine, got off the late bus and walked down the main street to a side street, which led to another side street. He had made this walk a few times before since he met Scott. He carried nothing and wore only a pair of red nylon gym shorts, contrasting with his brown fur with its gold highlights. Three houses down the third side street, Fred opened the side door to Scott's basement apartment - it was unlocked, as Scott said it would be. Fred still felt as if he was breaking and entering. He went in as quietly as he could, his claws making soft tapping sounds as he went down the stairs. The apartment's main room was furnished spartanly, with a chair and a shabby futon, which Fred knew well from his last visit here a week or so ago. Just past that was a small kitchen table and a wooden chair.

In the middle of the room was an anthro gray wolf, naked and standing on a short wooden chair, which last week had been at the kitchen table with another chair. A half-inch thick rope was tied in a noose around his neck, snugly nestled into his fur. The other end was tied to a ceiling joist. His hard pecker was in his left hand. A handcuff was fixed around that wrist, the other cuff dangling, as yet undeployed.

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.

Story: Just Lookin'

The file data says this was published to my old site in July 2002, but I think the story is older than that. I've only lightly edited it, although I suspect I could do a lot more if I took the time. It still got me horny as is, so I'll post it and come back to it later.

It was one of those beautiful early October days when the weather is incredible—sunny and warm, kind of the last gasp of summer. I decided to reward myself for a long week of work by going for a walk around some weedy fields near my house. They're abandoned, haven't been plowed in years, and you see a lot of little birds and interesting flowers. And then there is the old barn off on one side of the big field. When I was younger it was a great place to explore. And a great place to get into trouble. I admit I had some crotch-swelling thoughts about what I could do in that barn today.

I wandered around the fields and woods for about an hour, not paying much attention to the wildlife because I was thinking too much about getting to the barn for a hot jack-off session. It was so warm I was shirtless, which always turns me on a little more. So I walked through the tall weeds toward the barn. It was old, had lost some of its boards. A couple of the doors were gone or hanging askew. The weeds were pretty short closer to the barn, so I guess I was pretty quiet. I scanned the area to see if there was anyone nearby, but like usual the place looked deserted. So I entered the barn.

It was cool, well-lit because of the holes in the walls. In the front room of the barn were some small piles of hay, a couple of old buckets, but not much else. This barn had been abandoned as long as the fields had. Which is what made the noise I heard startle me. It came from the back room of the barn and it sounded like something had dropped, then someone said "shit." I froze. When a minute passed and I didn't hear anything else, I quickly ducked out of the barn.

But I was curious.

Story: Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter
by hangdogmi September 2015

The woods were quiet as I hiked down the trail through the big park a little ways out of the city. I liked this trail the last few times I’d hiked it, but those were weekend visits and there were always too many people. It’s a Tuesday this time, so it’s only me and birds and the occasional chipmunk chattering in the underbrush. I wore snug jeans, sneakers, and a loose t-shirt that let air in to cool my torso. I didn’t stop to nature-watch, because I was thinking more of what I was going to do with the rope in the small backpack I had.

I was headed toward a particular tree a little ways off the trail, about a half-hour from the parking lot where I left my car. It was a large, older tree with good stout limbs only a couple of feet over my head. The rope in my backpack would look good dangling from one of the limbs. Then I’d put my head through it and dangle, too.

It’s not that I was suicidal, really. I was a kid when I discovered how much I liked tying things around my neck, around the time I discovered masturbation. The more I did it, the more my fantasy developed. I progressed, slowly at first, from a belt to a bicycle inner tube to rope, and then to wanting to get the rope really tight, At 30, my current age, I hadn’t gotten my feet off the ground yet, but I’d done tiptoes, and now I wanted to try going a little farther. I thought I could get out of it if I did hang with my feet off the ground. I realized I could end up dead, but ... maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. I really wanted to get the rope thing right.

The farther I walked, the more I thought about my plan, and my cock began to snake down my pant leg. My heartbeat was faster, more due to my thoughts than exertion. I was kind of crazy from being so noose-horny. Five steps past a trail blaze, I headed off the trail to the right into the woods. A few more minutes, and a left turn, and there was the tree.

And there was a man

Story: Voyeur

This was written October 23, 2003, with some edits in May 2015. I'm not sure this is as "cooked" as it could be, but I wanted to start a different project so I may come back to this and add more later. Let me know what you think about it.

My next-door neighbor Mike was a pretty nice guy. I'm not usually real friendly with the neighbors around here, though sometimes I like to keep an eye on what they're up to. Especially if they're up to interesting stuff and they can't really tell that I'm keeping an eye on them. Guess that's why I'm not really all that friendly with them — afraid I'd have some explaining to do, I guess.

But Mike was OK. We even chatted a little bit, because he lived next door and he was outside a lot. Tended to do his yard work in just cutoffs and running shoes on warm summer days, no shirt. He was easy to watch; nice build, a little meat to his shoulders and upper arms, and a pretty hairy chest and stomach. More than once I wondered what the terrain was like if you could follow the line of his hair from his navel southward.

Story: Mark and I

I was out at the park on a day off last week. It's a big park but most of the visitors stay near the picnic areas. Out on the trails it gets very remote. That's where I went to go exploring. It was a warm day, not too warm but warm enough for my outfit: a tanktop, cutoffs, and hiking boots. It wasn't long before I stripped off the tanktop and stuffed it through a belt loop, so I could feel the sun and air all over my torso. I'd been out for about an hour or so and got to a part of the area I hadn't seen yet. It was very pretty, with lots of big old trees, a few different kinds. At one point, I looked into the woods from the trail and saw something not quite right. It looked like a person, but naked, and unmoving. I had to go look.

The closer I got, I could see it was a guy with tousled hair, average height and, yep, buck naked. I could also see he was hanging from one of the old oak trees back here. My heartbeat increased as I got closer. Finally I was in front of him. The knot in the rope was slightly off-center behind his head, which caused his head to dangle down at a slight angle. His eyes were open and staring empty down toward the ground, and his mouth was slightly open. Along with his shaggy hair he had a short, untrimmed beard that hid the noose slightly. I could still see how the rope was dug into his neck pretty deeply. He had nice meaty shoulders and his torso was lean and tanned, with a good bit of chest hair that led down to his crotch. The fur there surrounded a thick uncut cock whose head was just peeking through the foreskin; the cock dangled in front of a tight pair of balls. His hairy legs dangled free, still showing off good musculature even though they were relaxed. His feet were about a foot and a half off the ground, toes pointing down but nowhere near close enough to the ground to do him any good. A three-step ladder lay flat on the ground slightly behind him.

What should I do? Maybe I should get him down, but ... well, it looked like that wouldn't help him a whole lot. He was awful still, just dangling from a good thick rope tied to a stout branch. I looked back up into his face, which was utterly calm like he was asleep with his eyes half-closed, totally relaxed. Yeah, this fucker was dead, all right.

I looked around. We were alone back here. It was even too far for most human noises to reach, so I could hear a few birds, though none very close, and the breeze in the top of the trees. A pile of clothes was on the ground by the tree trunk. It didn't look like much more clothing than I was wearing myself. His buck-naked body looked fine, although the color was a bit off from the usual human flesh. I couldn't help but look at how his cock arched over his furry balls. It was the sort of cock I liked to have in my mouth.

Before that thought got any further, I walked around to see his backside. His hands were cuffed behind his back, resting just above his hairy ass. I let my eyes trace the lines of his muscular back up to the neck and shaggy head, then up the rope to the branch where the rope was looped and tied. The branch was about two feet over his head. The cuffs made me start thinking about whether he might've been murdered here. But that hadn't been my first thought, since I'd been known to put cuffs on myself too. I had a thought that maybe I could go check the pile of clothes to see whether I could find a wallet or anything. But as I moved so I could see his front side, I caught another view of his angel-lusting cock.

"Shit, dude, that looks so good..." I said to myself quietly.

"You don't know the half of it," I heard. That shocked the shit out of me. I looked around.

"Don't worry, man, you're OK." Somehow I knew whose words those were. I looked up, and the dead dude's face was still the same. How the fuck he was speaking to me, I don't know. Maybe it was telepathy or something.

"You did it yourself, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah. Been going back and forth for a while... today I decided, what the fuck."

I didn't know what else to say, except "Cool." Then, "How long've you been here?"

"I got back here around noon. Took my time setting things up. Was still kind of waffling, I guess. But I got on the ladder and got the cuffs on, that kind of sealed things for me." I just listened, kind of staring at his slack, furry belly. "After that, I took a few deep breaths, just soaking as much up as I could.... then took the last step."

"Must've been something," I said.

"It was ... fucking amazing, hanging from this rope, feeling myself spinning. Didn't hurt like I thought it would. I had maybe a minute when I could really feel what it was all like, strangling and dangling and all... then it felt like I was having an orgasm, and I blacked out."

"But now you're talking to me," I replied, though he wasn't really talking.

"Yeah... I kind of came to, only now I could see ...myself, hanging from the tree. I was twitching and jerking, even though my eyes were dull and I didn't have any hope. Then there was one more jerk, and my body just hung limp and stopped moving." He paused. "Eight minutes, it was all over."

"Dude."

"Yeah. Now I'm fucked, but I don't care."

"No coming back now."

"Nope."

I finally worked up a little courage and reached up to stroke his bearded face. Then I ran my hand down his chest to his belly.

"How does it feel?"

"Oh," I said, "well, you're still a little warm. Feels fine."

"Go further."

"Further, huh?" I knew what he meant. I let my hand fall into his crotch fur, kind of stroked his cock, reached under it to his balls. I cupped his balls gently as if I could hurt him. I couldn't help staring at his meat, though. Goddamn, what a cock.

"I'm not gonna stop you, now, am I?"

I looked up into his dead face. What the hell... I lifted up his cock and touched my lips to it. The tip tasted a bit salty. "That would probably be the stream of piss when I blacked out, what's left of it," he said. I didn't mind. I first wrapped my lips around the head, letting my tongue play around his foreskin for a while. Then I slowly took the shaft in, sucking it so far my nose was in his pubes. His scent was pretty strong, real musky and sweaty, and that turned me on. Of course sucking his cock didn't make it harder, but it filled my mouth just fine. I sucked it hard, and somehow pulled some juices out of it. My own juices were leaking from my cock, which was poking out the leg of my cutoffs. While I sucked I pulled him against my body, and his legs brushed against my crotch.

I lost track of time. But eventually I let go of his manhood and just grabbed him in a hug with my face resting against his chest.

"You liked that?"

"Yeah," I said, and I felt like a fuckin' pervert.

"Don't worry about it, man. I'd have done the same thing."

I held him for a long time. I was thinking about ... things. "You really better off, you think? Killing yourself like this?"

"You wanna find out?"

I couldn't answer for a long time. Was I really that curious? I couldn't say that I hadn't thought about the whole noose as a sexual aid thing before. I had thought about it a lot, in fact. Even wrapped a rope around my own neck a couple of times while jacking off. Never did it like this dude though.

"You probably aren't gonna believe this, but I brought two ropes -- wasn't sure which one I'd end up using."

"Naw, you figured you'd get some company, didn't you?"

"Heh. It's over there under my clothes." You could even use the cuffs - the key is in the pocket of my shorts over there. What the fuck."

The silence went for a long few moments. "What the fuck, yeah." I said.

I let go of him and went over to the clothes pile, and under everything there really was another rope coiled up. It looked like about ten feet long and maybe a little thinner than his rope--twice as thick as clothesline, though. It even had a noose tied in it already, not a hangman's knot with seven turns, but a simple slipknot -- it would work for sure, anyway. Then I rummaged through his shorts over by the tree and found his wallet first. His license inside gave me his first name, Mark. I put the wallet back in its pocket and then found the handcuff key in another pocket. Returning to Mark, I took the cuffs off his wrists. Then I got up and went back to where the ladder lay on the ground, and set it up a couple of feet from him. Climbing the ladder, I tossed the long end over the branch, adjusted it so the noose dangled in front of my face.

"Make it so you have to stretch up a little to get your head through it," Mark suggested. "You won't drop so far." I did that, then tied a square knot around the tree limb. I stepped down to get a look at the empty noose dangling, waiting for me. I was breathing pretty hard because of the excitement.

"Hey, should I get naked?"

"Dude, it's your party. But yeah... you'll look better naked."

I stripped off my boots, and shorts, with my tanktop still dangling from the belt loop, and put them in a pile next to his. "That's more like it," Mark said. It turned out we were going to be facing each other. I looked at his dead body and groped my fat cock and balls and grinned nervously, realizing how I would end up just like him very soon.

I stepped up on the ladder... reached up and grasped the noose... took a minute... then slipped it over my head. I snugged it around my neck. Involuntarily I swallowed and felt the rope against my Adam's apple. It felt good, actually. I adjusted it slightly so it nestled above my Adam's apple. Goddamn, I was excited. My cock was dripping even though it wasn't quite hard.

Cuffs... one was around my left wrist already. If I put the other cuff on, that'll be it. There won't be any other way out, than the way the last guy wearing this noose went.

"Go on, man. You want it, you know it."

"Yeah." And I fumbled with the cuff, finally getting my right wrist encircled behind my back. Then I tossed the key behind me and it landed in the grass. I was committed now, unless someone walked by. About that time, it hit me how fucking big this was, how I was about to snuff myself, just like Mark did a couple of hours ago. How I was going to be found hanging here, dead and cold and stiff and naked, by some hiker or park ranger. And just how much I really wanted that.

"Thing with this place," he said, "when I found it, I knew I never wanted to leave. I was coming here regularly for months. I knew no one else every came back here. Just this one suicidal fucker, me. Well, and you, too."

I stood on the ladder feeling a soft breeze caressing my naked body. With my hands cuffed behind me, there was a strain in my shoulders to go along with the cold metal biting into my wrists. I wished I could see myself like this. I looked over at Mark and saw everything, though. My heard thudded, excited and scared and aroused. I never wanted anything more in my life than this, right now.

"It'll feel better in a few minutes. Do it."

I took a couple of deep breaths. I looked down, saw my belly, my cock, my feet, and the grassy ground under the ladder.

"Do it!"

I pushed with my toes, and the ladder fell back behind me to the ground. The rope caught me quickly after I dropped maybe three inches. I'd just fuckin' hanged myself. I felt like I was floating, and the woods spun slightly around me. The rope had a hold of my neck hard, and I knew it was killing me, but it didn't hurt, really. I tried to take a breath, and it took a lot of effort to pull the tiniest amount of air through my constricted throat. The only noise I made was a gagging sound when I tried to say the word "Fuck!" I kicked my legs a little, mostly so I could spin a bit. A buzzing noise started in my ears, getting louder and louder.

Then I felt it... it was like a blanket coming over me. The woods started getting darker and my thinking got fuzzy. I was blacking out. That made me panic, and I started struggling. But by then it was too late. My body tried to fight, but my brain faded away while I heard the words "let it go.... let it go...." and I did let it go. It felt like I was cumming, only a hundred times bigger than ever, and then it was over. I felt my head drooping forward, and the last thing I saw was the ground as everything went black. Suddenly I could see the scene. I watched my body struggle, trying to get loose from the murderous rope, and then slowly give up the fight and relax into the noose's hold. It kicked one last time, and then piss streamed from my fat cock down my legs and onto the ground, mixing with Mark's piss there. The woods were quiet. My naked body dangled next to Mark's our toes pointed toward the ground, fat cocks dangling between our legs. My tongue poked out slightly between my lips, lifeless eyes staring at the ground. In a few hours, we'd both be cold and stiff.

I could feel Mark's presence. "Awesome, eh?"

"Yeah," I said to him. "Fuckin' awesome."