The summer after my freshman year started out grimly.  I was sentenced to go help on my uncles ranch.  My cousin had temporarily taken it over upon his death, keeping things going until they could find a buyer.  So I end up on a bus to Miles City, Montana.

My cousin Darlene, met me at the bus station in her truck.  I hadn't seen her since I was a little kid and I was impressed.  She was really a good looking small, but cute brunette cowgirl type.  The first indication that this might all turnout to be okay, was when we got into the truck and she grabbed her pack of Marlboro's off the dash and offered me one.  "Do you smoke?" She said, as she held the pack out to me.  I hesitated and she said, "you're old enough for cigarettes if you'd like to learn."  I said, "I smoke, I brought some of my own but thanks", and I took one.  She handed me the lighter and I lit mine and hers.  She gave me an approving look and we headed down the road.  Driving along she told me that my mom thought it would be good for me to learn to work hard on the ranch, make a man out of me.  She said, "If you're going to work like a man you should be able to smoke, we'll see how you handle everything else."  That, and the look she gave me really peaked my interest!

We had to go get supplies.  Since the ranch was 30 miles from town she said we wouldn't be coming back for a few weeks.  Supplies included a couple of cartons of Marlboro's and she asked if I had a favorite beer yet?  Now I was really beginning to like this.  I was going to get to drink too!  She bought eight cases of Coors and said we were going to the liquor store next.  There we got two half gallons of R&R and a half gallon of vodka.  Evidently this little lady liked to drink!

The next morning the work started.  Clearing brush along the fences.  I kept catching her looking at me and got the idea that it was more than just watching to make sure I was working hard.  I was a big blond good looking kid and I'd already thought that I'd really love to fuck Darlene!  Being a virgin that had only even made out with girls a few time and played with a set of tits once, I had no clue what that was really like.  I really wanted to find out!

We had a pretty good load on the farm truck by late afternoon and headed back to the house.  Darlene told me she'd start dinner while I unloaded the truck on what was already a pretty good brush pile.  She told me to take a shower and change clothes when I was done.  I had slept in the bunkhouse the first night and there was a shower in there.

After dinner she cleared the dishes and said, "I'll get those later, it's time for a few drinks!"  Pouring herself a whiskey and water, she told me to help myself.  I said, "I'd like a beer and maybe try a shot!'  I had only done that once but it seemed like a good idea.  She handed me a shot glass and brought a beer and the whiskey jug over to the table.  Darlene lit a cigarette as she watched me take my shot and chase it with my beer.  "Well, you handle that pretty good, maybe we'll see what else you can handle?"  The look she gave me when she said that gave me an instant hardon!  I had no idea what was coming next.

Darlene sat down accross from me, took a drag off her cigarette and said, "Your mother was afraid you tried to hang yourself, is that true?"  I was speechless.  She continued though.  "Did you just try it to see what it was like?  I know I wonder what hanging feels like or what it would be like to watch someone hang?"  I was really in danger for second of just shooting load right there!  I had thought my mom bought my explanation of the rope rash on my neck.  I told her it was just from the collar of my sweatshirt when I was wrestling with a neighbor kid.  I had no idea it was big concern that she would have discussed with anyone.

I decided to tell her since she seemed excited by the idea.  I said, "yes, I was hanging myself.  I wanted to know what it was like, and it left a rope burn."  She asked what it was like and if I liked it?  I told her it hurt a little but I did like it, and kept trying to take it a little farther.  Then she came right out and said, "I'd love to see that!  There's no point wasting any time making a man out of you!  If you have the balls to hang yourself for me, I'll fuck you all you want!"  I had no choice but to say "okay, I'll hang myself for you."  I lit a cigarette and poured another shot and downed it. 

Darlene got up and said, "lets do it in the bunkhouse, there are nice beams for it out there."  I got up and followed her out the door, a little shakey with excitement!  She told me to bring my stool and she would get the rope.  Now I was a little scared.  The ways I had hanged myself were with belts and towels.  I never used a real rope and had never been fully suspended, but I knew I had to hang!  I was too horny for Darlene and the noose to resist!

I saw Darlene coming with a coil of rope as I went into the bunkhouse with the stool.  She came in, lit another cigarette and began tying a noose.  It took her a couple of tries, telling me she wanted to get it just right.  She handed me her pack of Marlboro's and said, "you probably need one to get ready for this."  I was throbbing with excitement, lit a cigarette and watched as she finished the noose and threw it up over one of the beams.  I pulled the stool over under the noose as she tied it off at about the right height.  "It's a release knot.  We don't want you to hang for too long.  As wet as my pussy is right now, I'm going to need you alive!"  She laughed as she said that and I of course agreed.  She took her pocket knife out and opened it and said that's just in case I have to cut the rope.

"Okay, lets see those balls boy!  Get up on that stool for your hangin'!"  I was really shakey now and she put a wooden box next to the stool for me to climb up on.  It was like I had no choice and I took a drag and tossed my cigarette on the floor and stepped right up on the stool.  Darlene lit another cigarette and said, "I've always wanted to do this" as she slipped the noose around my neck and adjusted the knot to the side.  From her pocket she produced a thin leather strap and tied my hands behind my back.

Darlene stepped back and said, "let's see if you're man enough to hang yourself now! I know it can make a man cum but I don't want you to yet.  I want that inside me after you hang!  I'll just let you go for little while to get a good taste of what it's like.  I'm going to ride that cock of yours as soon as I let you down!  If you have the balls to do it again, maybe we'll hang you long enough for it to make you cum next time."

Now was the most intense exciting moment of my life!  I wanted to do it, I needed to do it.  At first I thought I could just step off and hang myself but I just couldn't make myself do it.  Darlene said, "come on, you can do it, people hang themselves all the time!  I think maybe they usually tip the stool over."  That was what worked.  I got right on the edge and shifted me weight and made it wobble.  I took a couple deep breaths and bent my knees to put some weight one the noose, really rocked the stool and over it went!

I did it!  I was hanging, gagging and choking for a second or two and then couldn't breath at all.  I twisted, swinging slightly and started kicking!  I could see Darlene had grabbed the end of the rope and was watching, and yelled, "oh yeah, kick cowboy!"  Then as quick as it started it was over.  She pulled the rope and I crashed to the ground, still strangling for a second as she quickly grabbed the coils of the noose and loosened it. 

"Are you okay", she asked?  Even as I gasped and told her I thought so, she already had my belt undone and her hands down my pants grabbing for my cock!  I helped by pushing my jeans down for her as she guided me inside her and started to ride me!  instantly I gushed a huge stream and she said, "Oh!  that didn't take long but you were probably about to shoot one on the rope.  I bet theres more where that came from and continued humping me.  As quick as I started going soft she got me getting hard again without stopping.  In no time at all I shot another wad inside her as she was just getting close to getting off.  She kept right on riding as I was going soft, frantically rubbing her clit to get there herself.  She quickly brought herself off, saying, "oh yes, oh yes" in a raspy voice!

She collapsed on top of me catching her breath.  She said, "that was so hot!  We do need to get you a lot more practice fucking though.  We'll give it another try when we go to bed.  You sleep with me from now on.  I bet there's third load in there and maybe you can fuck me long enough to make me cum again!  I need another drink and a cigarette after that.  Let's go back inside."

We drank and smoked awhile before bed.  Darlene checked out the nice rope burn I had and asked what it felt like to really hang?  I told her the rope hurts but not too bad at least for as long as I had hanged.  Not being able to breath didn't freak me out much because it wasn't for very long.  She said she wanted to try it and asked if I would do it again, maybe for longer to see if I would cum?  I said yes, but I wasn't sure I could hang myself again but would let her push me off if she wanted to.  She told me she liked that idea and said she would suck my cock to get me ready and stroke me while I hang to make me cum!  I said as soon as my rope burn healed up I'd be ready to get another one.

We went to bed and she got the good fucking she was hoping for!  Even after cumming twice earlier a was still able to get rock hard for her.  Thinking about getting to hang this cute little cowgirl and having her hang me had me hoping my neck would heal up fast!

I've often fantasized being the guest of honor at a hanging party.  A chance for a few trusted members of the hanging fetish community to get together, have a good time and see the real thing up close and personal.  More importantly, a chance for myself and possible a couple others to fullfill their ultimate fantasy, being hanged!

Several of us agree on a date and place to meet, the exact location of the party known only to me.  Once together, we travel to probably a nice resort cabin with suitable beams for a hanging.  The guests include one woman who has agreed to be my hangwoman, possibly a hangman if there is a woman also willing to be hanged.  Maybe there is another man or woman also willing to do the dance!
 

Once at the cabin, the party begins.  Good drinks, food, smoking is permitted of course, I've brought a selection of fine cigars and some good weed to share.  Chatting with all the guests would be fascinating, both those participating and those just there to enjoy the show.  I'd be interested to know what each expects.  What do those being hanged hope for, what the spectators hope to see.

I can imagine a sort of nervous bravado from those being hanged, compliments from the spectators on our courage to go through with it, and assurances from the hangwoman, and or hangman that everything will go well.  We've chosen well, no one is backing out.  At midnight the hangings begin.

I of course hope for a final, very intense orgasm!  All those being hanged feel the same way.  The spectators all agree they will be rooting for us to get off.  None of us want it quick, there will be no broken necks this night.  A couple of the women there are willing to assist the men, with blow jobs or stroking as we prepare to hang.  The men of course, to do the same for any woman that desires special attention before or during her hanging!
 

Those being hanged have agreed to a couple of rules.  All of us are noosed and bound to begin with.  Anyone that volunteers to go first, second and so on may do so.  Otherwise our names are in a hat to be picked to determine the order in which we will be hanged.  There is no backing out.  Anyone that begins to object once the hangings start is immediately shoved off their stool.  Other than the the first hanged, we must watch and wait our turn.  Each hanging will be clearly finished for a couple of minutes until the next begins.  I'm confident that watching would only make my anticipation more intense, eagerly awaiting my turn.  Of course no one knows for sure until that moment of truth arrives.

I had been fascinated by hanging since at least the first grade.  I vividly remember loving a picture in our history book showing Nathan Hale with a noose around his neck.  I loved seeing any hanging on television or in movies.  There are a few a remember exciting me that I've never seen again. 

I eventually made a few clumsy attempts at seeing just what it felt like to hang.  I remember the first time I thought I could just put a rope around my neck secured to something ( I don't really remember what) and just pick my feet up and hang.  I obviously couldn't do that but was able to bend my knees, take a lot of my weight and choke myself. 

At age 12 I had been wanting to smoke cigars.  One night I saw "Hang 'Em High" on tv, then about the same time a picture in a movie magazine of a young man with a noose around his neck and a cigar in his mouth.  Then I had to try cigars and resolved to ramp up my hanging attempts!

I was a big kid so it was no problem buying some cigars.  It would have been 1973.  I tried my first one that night and loved it!  I was a natural and didn't choke or get sick or anything.  Of course I wasn't inahaling which is the proper way to smoke a cigar anyway.

The big moment came the next day I was home alone.  I had tied up a real hemp noose and had it up in my basement room.  I was smoking another cigar and checking myself out in the mirror with then noose around my neck.  That and the aticipation of what I thought would be really hanging myself had my cock throbbing hard!

To hang myself I had it set up in our laundry room.  A belt from a robe for the noose tied to a pipe along a wall.  I had a sturdy bench under the noose so I could step off to hang.  I was smoking my cigar in the noose, taking the noose off and putting the cigar in the ashtray and went in to hang.  I got ready and stepped off the bench to hang for as long as I dared.  My back was against the wall so I wasn't quite fully dangling.  After just a few seconds I got my feet back on the bench and quickly loosened the noose.  It hurt and choked me really hard but I loved the rush!

After hanging I went back to the real noose to smoke my cigar some more.  I could see my face was flushed from the hanging and my cock was about to blow my zipper out!  After just a little while I went back to hang again, this time taking it a little longer.  Then I repeated the whole thing one more time.  The third time, as I was getting the noose loose I felt something intense happening to my cock and got my pants down just in time to see myself shoot a huge wad!  At that moment I understood several things!

Before that first orgasm I had heard about cumming and jacking off but didn't really understand at all.  Now I knew just what those erections were for and it didn't take me long to figure out how to make it happen again!

It might have been a couple years before I heard or read that a man can have an orgasm from being hanged.  I had already learned that for myself.  It's no myth.  I can assure you that at least if it's a young man, that is aroused by the thought of being hanged and hard when it happens, nothing could stop him from cumming.

That day I was 12 and probably about to have that first one in my sleep at night in a wet dream, or maybe realizing it felt good to touch myself and going with it.  I'm sure it wasn't going to be long before I got that first one off.  There is no doubt that if I had really been being hanged to death I would have had an orgasm.

I know now just how dangerous that kind of self hanging was.   Back then I thought it always took a couple of minutes at least to pass out.  "Hang 'Em high" starts with Clint being hanged and surviving what would have been an impossibly long time.  No way someone hangs a man, watches the show and rides off, then another guy comes along in time to cut him down.  He'd be beyond reviving easily at least, probably completely dead.

My smoking fetish may have begun with that first orgasm since I had been excited by smoking the cigar as well.  If that didn't do it, a couple sexy older neighbor girls smoking cigarettes and a woman at the beauty salon where I got my hair cut made it stick.  Betsy at the salon was a sexy little brunette.  I had told her I was trying smoking and she offered me one of her cigarettes and actually coached me on how to learn to inhale.  She was hot and obviously enjoyed being naughty and corrupting a cute young guy.  Eventually everything kind of combined into my current fetishes.  Getting myself hanged by a sexy smoking lady!

D.C. Madame, Deborah Jeane Palfrey returned home to what she thought would be an empty house but wasn't really surprised when she walked in and smelled cigar smoke.  She froze and at the same time saw the large blond man pointing a very large handgun at her.  A chill went through her body even though she had been expecting someone, somewhere.  She realized she knew where too many important bodies were buried.

The hitman took the cigar from his mouth and said in a very pleasant voice, "hello Deborah, you're right on time."  Then he added, "you know what this is about so let's not make it any more unpleasant than it needs to be."  He then explaned that she could chose for herself, hanging made to look like a suicide or a very much more gruesome and horrible death.  She knew there was no point in begging for her life and didn't even want to know what the alternative was so she said, "I'll do whatever you say."

Very pleased, the hitman told Deborah she could take a little time to prepare, change clothes, do her makeup and use the toilet one last time.  "There is no reason why you shouldn't look your best and we wouldn't want you to embarass yourself at the end."  In a shakey voice Deborah said, "okay, but first I really need a cigarette right now."  She pulled one from a pack in her purse and was rummaging around for her lighter.  The hitman took a few puffs from his cigar and still holding the gun on her, knocked the ash from the end in the ashtray and held the cigar out to her to light her cigarette from.  Even as she instictively thanked him she realized how absurd it was.  This man was going to hang her!

As Deborah took several rapid drags from her cigarette the hitman thought, it was too bad he couldn't take advantage of her expertise.  He always thought a woman smoking was sexy and could see how she was able to earn a nice living as a prostitute and madam.  Deborah was a tough lady and said, "let me finish my cigarette and I'll use the bathroom and I'll be ready."  She had actually fantasized being strangled during sex and thought hanging couldn't be much different.  She'd seen pictures of stangled hookers and actually had to identify the body of a "co-worker" once.  They didn't always look like it was so bad.

As Deborah finished her cigarette, she stepped over to the table with the ashtray and put it out.  Deborah said, "I'll use the bathroom now."  The hitman replied, "good.  I have everything ready for you in the shed outside."  Holding the gun at his side now, the hitman kept a little distance and followed her to the bathroom.  She left the door open, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties to sit and began to urinate. 

Already aroused, the hitman now had a raging erection!  He had strangled a woman once and almost came in his pants that time.  Now he was going to hang a good looking lady and and thought, I can't believe they pay me to do this!  He also thought, his girlfriend better be ready fo a serious fucking as soon as he was done!  Deborah finshed and stood up on wobbly legs.  The hitman said, "okay. let's go.  Out the back door."  Deborah just nodded and said, "I'd like one last cigarette if you don't mind."  The hitman replied, "Of course.  Grab them and let's go out to the shed."  Deborah grabbed her pack and walked towards the back door.  He followed closely still with the gun in his hand.

Despite her fear, Deborah realized her pussy was wet and thought to herself, it was too bad she couldn't get a last fuck before she was hanged.  This guy is good looking and she liked the smell of his cigar.  It's a big one and she wondered if his cock was that big? 

Once at the shed, Deborah slid the door open and saw a nylon rope with a noose suspended over a crate that used to hold paint cans.  The rope was over a beam and anchored to a workbench along one wall.  The hitman pointed toward the bench where a notepad and pen were.  He said, "It was nice of you to tell the press you would never go back to prison.  That makes this a lot easier.  Just put that in your note and keep it short."  Pulling a cigarette from her pack she stepped over to the bench.  The hitman produced his lighter and keeping his distance, slid it to her.  She lit her cigarette and dangling it from her lips, took a few hands free drags as she scribbled her note.

Deborah quickly finshed her note and held the pad up for the hitman to see.  Satisfied, he said, "Good.  Now get up on the box."  She went right over and without hesitation stepped up on the box.  Then placing the cigarette in her mouth, she grabbed the noose and put it around her neck.  The hitman took a few puffs off his cigar and looking at her said, "Now I'm impressed lady!  That takes some real balls to step up there like that and noose youself."  He thought it was too bad he wasn't using the rope he brought and tied up a real noose for her.  He had found the nylon rope in the shed and realized it was much smarter to use that, and just tie a simple slip knot for her.  No one would find anything that wasn't already hers at the scene.

Deborah took a drag off her half finshed cigarette and looked at the hitman and could clearly see he was hard for this.  She didn't blame him.  Her pussy was practically dripping and her clit was beginning to twitch!  She thought, a lot of good peeing first did.  I'll end up  with drenched panties anyway.  She took another drag from her cigarette as the hitman stepped over to the box and said, "let's make this a little more interesting."  He put the cigar in his mouth and reached up to adjust the noose so the knot was to the side.  He said, "Trust me.  This may make it take a little longer but you'll look much hotter hanged this way.  You never know if some pictures may get out."  Now that sent another chill through her and she took a really long drag off her cigarette.  She wondered just how long it really took to hang anyway?  Surely it can't be much longer than she could hold her breath?

The hitman standing behind her now said, "It looks like you're almost finished with your cigarette.  Just a few more drags and we'll get you hanged!  It shouldn't take more than a minute or two."  God! he thought, how much he'd like to give her a hanging fuck!  That would be the ultimate but he didn't dare leave that kind of DNA evidence.  He knew it would be quite a lot of "evidence"!

Deborah wished her cigarette was longer but realized she was as ready as she would ever be and took one last long drag and tossed it on the ground.  She exhaled and said, "Okay.  I knew I was probably going to have to kill myself anyway.  I'm ready for it!"  The hitman put his cigar in his mouth, grabbed both of her wrists, and pushed her off the box, sliding it out of her way with his foot at the same time.  He held on tightly to her wrists as the noose tightened.  She began to gurgle and struggle!  He thought he'd have to be dodging kicks to keep from being hit in the balls but strangely, she just kept kind of bending her knees and lifting her legs up, not really kicking at all.  He held on for just a few seconds.  Once he was sure the noose was fully tightened he let her go and stepped back.

Now he could enjoy the show as he finished his cigar.  One good thing about getting to see a hanging up close is he imagined having to use it for himself some day.  He might as well be getting a good look at what he would be in for if he did.  Once fully choked of she really wasn't gurgling much.  Her whole face was red and he could see veins popping out  on her neck and forehead.  Now she was kicking and flailing with her arms a little.  She couldn't even come close to reaching her throat or grabbing at the rope.  This went on for maybe a minute which seemed like long time to him but he thought a much longer time for her. 

As her flails and kicks weakend he grabbed her hand to keep her from twisting and looked real close at her neck and face.  The lids of her wide opened eyes began to droop.  Now her face was beet red and her tongue which was kind of purple began to bulge from her lips slightly.    The nylon rope arond her neck was barely visible as it dug in deep.  He was looking right into her eyes but he didn't think she was seeing him anymore.  He couldn't feel and movement in her hand but she was still twitching slightly.  His cock was throbbing and he couldn't resist just reaching underneath her skirt to feel her crotch.  He was surprised how wet she was and wondered if she got off on it?  He knew a man would and hoped she had been so lucky!

The hitman let go of her hand and resisted the urge to taste her pussy juice on his other hand.  As hot as she was, no point in risking any STD.  She was dangling peacefully now and normal color was returning to her face.  Hair over one eye and her eyes still slightly opened she still looked pretty good.  Just the little tongue bubble was the only real facial evidence of strangling.  He took a few more puffs of his cigar, now almost finished and was certain she was beyond reviving.  He carefully wiped out the few cigar ashes on the dirt floor and went back inside the house.

Inside the house, the hitman got the ashtray and went into the bathroom.  He tossed his cigar in the toilet and dumped the ashes in also.  Carefully wiping the ashtray out with toilet paper he tossed that in too and flushed the toilet.  He put the ashtray back and went to the front door.  The hitman carefully opened the door a crack and looked around.  It was dark and quiet except for a streetlight and he was satisfied no one would see him leave.

Once out the door the hitman took his gloves off and strolled down the street to where he had parked the car he rented under an assumed name.  Next stop, his girlfriends house.  He was sure she was going to be real glad to see him!

The hitman got paid, the boss was happy and there were only a few rumblings that it might not have really been a suicide.  The hitman never lost any sleep over it.  As a matter of fact he had some real nice dreams!  After all, she was going to be convicted and have to do herself anyway.  He really did her a favor!