I wrote some smut. I hope you enjoy it.
Hey man, so glad you made it! Welcome to Hang Club!” Jeremy clapped me on the shoulder and I’m not too proud to admit I jumped a little. Truth be told I was nervous as hell; being social wasn’t exactly my favorite thing to do, and being invited to something this exclusive didn’t help.
“Oh, yeah. Thanks for the invite,” I managed to jumble out of my mouth.
Jeremy smiled widely. “Nervous?” He asked. “It’d be weirder if you weren’t, haha!”
I nodded. “A little, yeah. How does all this work, anyway?” I gestured to the group of about 20 people all milling about on the deck. It was early fall, and the heat of the day was slowly radiating off now that the sun had set. We were somewhere deep in the woods outside of town, far from anyone who would give us trouble.
“It’s real simple. We draw five names out of a hat and those people go up. They stay up as long as they can until one person fails. If everyone lasts the whole two hours, we pick one of their names out of the hat and that person gets a little nudge,” he explained matter-of-factly.
“Ah. So there’s guaranteed to be some entertainment then?”
Jeremy winked. “Hell yeah man, wouldn’t be Hang Club if it wasn’t fun.” He checked his watch. “Oh shit, it’s 10. Time to get started.” He clapped me on the shoulder as he spun around and strode into the middle of the group. People quickly quieted down and started to gather in a loose circle around him.
“Alright, alright, let’s get this party started! Everyone put their name in right?” A muttering of assents replied, some subdued, others more enthusiastic.
“Before we get started though, I need to point out that we have a new member with us tonight!” He pointed directly at me and suddenly everyone on the deck was staring.
“Uhm, hey,” I replied sheepishly.
Jeremy continued, half addressing me, half the crowd: “I may have forgotten to mention one more rule though…” he trailed off and some folks chuckled. “New folks always go up on their first night.”
“Oh,” I started. “Well uh, I was hoping-”
“Nonsense!” Jeremy chortled. “Everyone deserves a chance.”
Some of the crowd chimed in too, egging me on. Shouts of “Yeah!”, “Come on man…”, and “Pussy!” rang out.
I kinda stopped listening at that point, because I had become acutely aware of the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. I must have looked like a lunatic the way my eyes were darting looking for a way out. This was all happening too fast, it was suddenly too real. Sure I wanted to join the club, but this was being thrown right into the fucking deep end. Fuck! I thought I was gonna come in, have a drink or two, meet some likeminded folks, see some hot stuff and call it a night.
And then Jeremy was in front of me, grinning excitedly. “You okay man?”
I thought about saying no, thanking him for the invite and leaving. Screw leaving, I just wanted to straight up bolt outta there. How high up was the deck off the ground?
No. I had been isolating myself for too long. It was time to commit. Put up, or shut up.
“I’m okay.” I nodded, lying. “I’m great!”
“Good,” Jeremy replied. The friendly demeanor dropped. “Then strip.”
I realized I was now flanked by the other four maybe-condemned, who were already disrobing. Before I could talk myself out of it I shucked my shirt, pants, and finally my underwear. As unfathomably nervous as I was, my dick was already half-hard. The murmur of approval, raised eyebrows, and people nudging each other in the crowd was a pleasant ego boost. In short order, all five of us selected for the evenings entertainment were naked in front of everyone else. A the far end of the row, Jeremy was handcuffing the others, working his way down. I pointedly tried to avoid looking at the crowd and shivered a little. It was early fall and the air had the slightest chill to it. When Jeremy got to me I stood up as straight as I could, masking how afraid I was. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs ratcheting closed around my right wrist, then my left. Once the cuffs were securely double-locked, Jeremy gave my butt a soft squeeze and my dick twitched. Once we’d all been secured, Jeremy ordered us to turn around and my heart skipped a few beats.
While we’d been getting stripped and restrained, a set of five, three-legged stools of dubious stability had been set out on the deck behind us. Above each dangled a noose, ominously waiting to be tied off. I felt myself rapidly stiffen up, as the crowd went silent to allow the situation to sink in. After a few seconds, and on Jeremy’s signal, we were briskly grabbed by people emerging from the the crowd and marched towards our stools. My assistants were a chick and her boyfriend; he helped me step up onto the stool while she waited behind me with the noose. Once I was situated and found my footing, the boyfriend nodded and she pulled the noose over my head before pulling it taut around my neck. Still loose enough for me to breathe, but that was going to change very quickly. I looked to my right and watched as a chick with brunette hair on the stool next to me had her noose pulled tight until she was standing on her tip-toes. The rope was tied off and she was left to struggle.
Next it was my turn, and if I thought I had been hard before, this pushed me to a whole new level. As soon as I felt the rope tightening my cock started to twitch and bob excitedly. I couldn’t exactly look down to see it, but I felt a glob of precum land on my thigh and start oozing down my leg. Inch by inch I felt the rope becoming more taut as the yanks and tugs echoed down the strands to my neck. Within short order I was forced onto my tip-toes as well, straining to relieve some of the pressure on my neck. I waited to feel the rope get tighter but it didn’t. Whoever was tying us off was satisfied with my predicament and had moved onto the guy on my left. I tried not to watch the crowd below me who were now milling about, enjoying the show we were putting on. Instead I worked to focus my breathing; in slowly through my nose, and out through my mouth. Deep, calming breaths. I could feel my pulse in my neck, not strongly, but there enough that I could notice it. My calf muscles were starting to protest, but I wasn’t super concerned about them yet. As long as they didn’t cramp up, I should be okay I thought to myself. Every movement, every minor adjustment brought the rope of the noose into sharp focus as I felt it digging into the skin of my neck. Only two hours to go.
“Oi mate, how’s it hanging?” The guy next to me asked. He had an Australian accent. I swiveled on my feet so I could see him better.
“Is that your attempt at gallows humor?” I croaked out. He chuckled, swerved a little on his toes, and recovered.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he gestured to my cock with his eyes. “A real natural you are.”
I grunted in agreement. “I just really like the peril, y’know?”
“Ah, you’re one-” he blanched- “of those types.” He took a deep breath. ”I reckon I’ll get a little more woken up once they start getting handsy,” he explained. His dick was still flaccid. “I haven’t been up here in six months.”
I tested the handcuffs reflexively, but they weren’t going anywhere. “Amber, on the other side of you,” the Australian continued. “She’s been up here two times in a row now. Lucky girl.”
Our time passed in silence after that. I occasionally shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to give one limb a rest. Overall my legs weren’t the problem, it was my shoulders. My arms weren’t used to being kept in one position for this long. Guess I need to spend more time in handcuffs.
The crowd watched us the entire time, just out of arms reach. They meandered, sometimes paced, stalking us like predators. I could all but see them drooling at the mouth. I shifted from one leg to the other and wriggled my shoulders to get the blood flowing again. Finally the crowd broke and moved towards us.
The chick and her boyfriend who had strung me up here in the first place made a beeline straight for me. She slowly walked around my prone form, one finger tracing a random path over the back of my taut thighs while her boyfriend sat and watched from a respectable distance. When she returned to my front, her finger trailed painfully slowly along the underside of my dick, making my body twitch involuntarily. I had never been this turned on in my life and this was driving me insane. I wanted, needed her, or anyone for that matter to touch me more; to feel some sort of pleasure. Contact. A desperate whine escaped my throat and she cooed approvingly while she ruminated on what to do next. I tried to make eye contact with her, but her attention was focused on my chest now. She grabbed one of my nipples between her thumb and index finger and every so gingerly started rolling them. “Ah, ah,” I gasped. Slowly she increased the pressure, driving me more and more wild until I was panting. I started copying Amber’s flamingo movements, just to give myself something else to focus on. The stool shifted ominously underneath me. The chick repeated the same thing with my other nipple, keeping me just on the edge of it becoming painful. I could feel the precum oozing out of me now. I watched as her free hand dipped down, out of my field of vision, and wiped the glob of precum onto her finger and stuck it in her mouth. Suddenly she released my nipple and stepped back with a knowing smile. I whined pitifully, desperately, watching her as she left me. She turned and whispered something to her boyfriend, they conversed quietly, he nodded, and then they both stepped back to me. She watched with an amused expression as her boyfriend started to explore my body. He ran his hands over my calves and gently massaged the strained muscles; it felt so fucking good. Satisfied, the woman gave me a smart little wink before she sauntered over to Amber, leaving me alone with her boyfriend.
He had an air of trepidation about him that told me he hadn’t had a lot of experience with men. So now I had been reduced to the plaything for a bi-curious guy. Eh, there were worse things I figured, as his hands cupped my ass. He was slowly working himself and his hands around to my front side, feeling my hips, running this fingers up and down my sides. He looked at me and grinned nervously, as if to say this whole thing was weird. I didn’t care at this point, a hand was a hand. “Please,” I whimpered. “Touch me.”
Let me tell you, the instant I felt those fingers curl around my dick, I jumped to another plane of existence. He was squeezing my cock, just enough that I could feel the sensation. I whined and slowly rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get something more than this. He was feeling more confident now, looked less like a deer in headlights. He squeezed a little harder and began pumping his hand, excruciatingly slowly. I half sobbed, half mewed as I thrust my hips. His other hand was fondling my balls now, just applying gentle pleasure. I wanted, needed to cum so badly. Even the noose and my overall predicament faded into the background. I drifted off into a world of endorphins. On the stool next to me, Amber was being ravaged by a vibrator wielded by the chick. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah!” Amber panted as the vibrator ruthlessly worked an orgasm out of her. I watched as she desperately tried to claw at the noose around her neck, trying to get away from the overly-stimulating vibrator but the handcuffs were unrelenting.
The boyfriend stopped stroking and released my dick as his girlfriend came back over, causing reality to come crashing back down around me. I think I was close to sobbing at that point. They traded a few whispered words while I watched them and tried not to moan like the pathetic bitch I felt like.
Having reached some sort of agreement, they returned their attention to me. While she watched, the boyfriend grabbed my dick and held it up, inspecting it like you would a piece of fruit. After considering it for a moment, he quickly bent down and ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft. I immediately bucked, teetering precariously on the stool, trying to keep my balance while simultaneously trying to do anything to get more stimulation. He did it again and I bounced on the balls of my feet. “Oh fffffuck,” I gasped. I bent my knees a little to try and get closer but the noose pulled tight, preventing me from going any lower. I didn’t care though, if I choked myself it would be worth it for just one more touch. This went on for some time, ceaseless teasing threatening to be the end of me, literally and figuratively. To my left, the Australian provided some distraction with his yelping and howling as a pair of twunks took turns; one paddling his thighs and ass while the other jerked him off. His ass was already a bright, angry shade of pink and his thighs were starting to look the same. Every impact sent him dancing on the stool, skipping from one foot to the other to try and do something about the pain without falling off.
Meanwhile every time I started to struggle the boyfriend would relent and allow me a moment to recover before starting again. I could tell he was stalling for time, working up to something, and I had a pretty good idea what it was. My theory was confirmed when he suddenly bent down, took my whole dick in his mouth and started sucking.
Normally, I take a good long while to get off. You’ve gotta hit the right spots at the right time and it’s a whole ordeal. In this case though, I went from zero to 95% of the way in just a few rounds. Despite having never met before, he somehow picked up on my body language and knew when to stop and focus on something else. This mainly consisted of wriggling his tongue all over the head of my dick until I’d calmed down enough for him to resume sucking. It felt like this went on for hours, me constantly being brought to the brink only to be let down at the last possible second. My world had narrowed to a single point and fact: my dick and how badly I needed to cum. His girlfriend got in on the fun too, working my nipples from behind. Try as I might, I didn’t have a chance of maneuvering myself away from his mouth or her fingers. At one point when I nearly fell off the stool they stopped and spent a few minutes making out while still wrapped around me as I moaned and leaked precum all over the boyfriends stomach.
When he returned to his blowjob duties, the boyfriend had a renewed fervor, clearly ready to finish me off. I leaned into it, willing every molecule of my being to fucking let me cum. He went to work methodically, working the shaft with his lips while his tongue played over the head. Soon we were in harmony, me thrusting as his head bobbed as his girlfriend worked over my nipples. As I felt the overwhelming urge building in my balls, I managed to eke an “I’m close” out of my mouth between breaths. Suddenly the world lurched as the girlfriend shoved the stool out from under me. In one instant the noose was pulled as tight as it could, cutting off circulation to my neck and head. Her boyfriend worked my cock with a renewed frenzy as I started to blow my load down his throat. Even as I was cumming I was starting to panic. My feet couldn’t reach the ground and I was slowly suffocating. My vision was already beginning to fade. I thrashed as hard as I could, tried to reach up and release the noose, but the handcuffs were unforgiving. “Help!” I tried to yell, but all that came out was a quiet gurgle. The boyfriend stepped back and held his girlfriend’s hand as they watched me struggle. Everyone was going to stand there and watch me strangle, doing nothing to help. A few of the guys even had their dicks out and were stroking them. I tried one last time in vain to escape, but my limbs were suddenly too heavy and my vision was almost completely black.
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The world came rushing back at me all at once. I woke up with a deep gasp to refill my lungs and spent the next few seconds coughing and catching my breath. Once I’d settled down I realized I was lying on the floor of the deck, with my head on a bag and a blanket over me. The chick and her boyfriend were sitting on the ground next to me, while Jeremy stood over me with his arms crossed and a big smile on his face.
“Fuck,” I breathed, once I felt sufficiently reoriented. “That was incredible, holy shit.” The chick and her boyfriend giggled to each other in a way that would have been irritating under any other circumstance. “Why am I uh, alive though?” I looked up at Jeremy.
Jeremy crouched down next to me on his haunches. “What? You think we kill people here? That’d be fuckin stupid, we’d have no one left. Anyway,” He clapped me on the shoulder again, just like when he’d met me earlier. “Welcome to hang club!”