Virtual Hanging
A husky finds a Virtual Hanging machine in nearby arcade. He just has to try it. Then he wants more.
Virtual Hanging
Just the name started a tingling sensation in my sheath. I got hornier as I read the game description. The reviews... A couple of one star reviews, by people who obviously weren't into asphyxia or snuff fantasy. The other reviews were all five-star, except two who'd downgraded to four stars because they'd wanted it rougher. By the time I was through reading, there was only one thing to do. I wrapped a towel around my neck and pretended it was a noose. I dripped some lube into my Fleshlight and stuffed my cock into it. Then I imagined myself hanging from an old oak tree, and rubbed myself slowly to a massive cum.
I looked for a place with a Virtual Hanging machine, but none of the sex shops in my area had it. I kept searching the web, checking every few days.
Over two months later, I found a listing for the machine at Turnbull's Arcade, only two miles away. Finally! I threw on some clothes and dialed for a Lyft.
The game was in the adult section in the back, with the blams and crashes shut away by a heavy door. Even in that section, this game sat behind an opaque curtain. I looked it over. The screen showed a saddled chestnut stallion standing under a tree, a noose dangling above it. Just looking at it started that tingling all over again.
I stood there staring at it for at least two minutes. C'mon, Vince, let's do this.
It had a seat shaped like a saddle. A sign over the slot said "1 token for 10 seconds." An expensive ride, I thought, but it'll be worth it. The orgasm of a lifetime.
The screen lit up as soon as I touched the saddle.
Instructions: Sit comfortably. Insert vibrator if desired (recommended for best experience), then deposit tokens. Each minute of the experience costs 6 tokens.
For a fuller experience, pull the cord over your head and settle it snugly around your neck.
Warning: Excessive breath deprivation can cause severe brain damage or even death.
Remember: The management is not responsible for the consequences if you exceed the recommended maximum time.
I pulled my clothes off as fast as I could and laid them on the table beside the machine. Just reading the instructions had my cocktip poking out of its sheath. I flipped up the dildo. It was a good 9" long and correspondingly thick. It would fill me up nicely. I pulled my Hot Mouf® Blowjob Machine and a small bottle of lube from my belt bag and squirted some onto the dildo and little more into the Hot Mouf.
I eased myself into the saddle and slowly lowered my tailstar onto the dildo. It felt good inside me.
The screen changed. It now showed me: a husky, looking half dog and half wolf; white face, underside and tail tip, black shading to dark gray elsewhere, including my prick ears and most of my tail, but white inside my ears. I was "full monty," my red cock fully out of its sheath and dripping precum. It was an amazing job of image pasting: it actually looked like I was sitting on a "gray" horse under that tree, the noose dangling just inches in front of my face.
I pulled the cord forward and slipped it around my neck. On the screen, my hands came up and dropped the noose over my head, then snugged it tight with the knot below my left ear.
I counted 21 tokens, placed them on the little table beside me, and counted again to be sure. That would get me 3-1/2 minutes, long enough for the experience I wanted, but I would walk away safely. I hoped. I fed the tokens into the slot, then stacked the rest of my tokens on the table, in case I needed a few extra seconds. The cord contracted, not strangling me yet, but threatening to. Then the vibrator started buzzing, sliding in and out of my tailstar. Nice.
An image of a short whip with a flat leather tongue on the end flashed twice, and a new instruction box popped up next to it:
To begin your Virtual Hanging(R), tap the riding crop.
A finger materialized mid-screen and tapped the whip, and a quiet "crack" sound came from the machine.
I slipped the Hot Mouf over my rock-hard cock and turned it on to the slow setting. Just like a hot mouth around my cock, as always. And this time, with the Virtual Hanging, will be even better!
I reached forward and tapped the crop. A hand came from the right side of the screen, picked up the crop and flicked the chestnut's rump. The stallion whinnied and reared slightly, then ran forward. Screen-me slid off the back of the horse, fell a few inches, and dangled, kicking. At the same time, the real cord jerked tight around my real neck.
A counter appeared in the upper corner of the screen: 3:30... 3:29... 3:28...
I couldn't breathe. But the vibrator... it felt so good... I leaned back and clasped my hands behind my back. A hanging should always be done with the condemned's hands tied. The strangling sensation grew more intense, and I found myself squirming in the seat as I tried to breathe. The vibrating dildo rubbed against my prostate, and pleasure started spreading from my hardness to my nipples, then to my inner thighs. On the screen, my legs kicked and my head tilted to one side as screen-me dangled in the noose. I struggled harder and faster, and the image struggled along with me, its legs kicking frantically as "I" hanged. I was so excited... I'm not sure if I could have breathed even if the cord weren't strangling me. The image of me hanging... the strangling.. the dildo in my ass and the Hot Mouf on my cock... I just wanted to feel it, see it, forever.
The pleasure, and the need to breathe, were almost unbearable. Then the numbers on the screen turned red and started blinking. 0:30...0:29...0:28 Damn. I haven't cum yet. I pulled my hands from behind my back with an effort of will. I turned the Hot Mouf to "fast", then fumbled with the tokens and put three more in the slot. Right at the limit. I hoped that would be enough. I was so close...
I came a few seconds after the counter reached 30 again, coming harder than I had ever come before. Not just in my cock... I could feel it in my balls, my nipples, spreading to my ears and neck, then the hollows behind my elbows and knees, all tingling with the pleasure.
I reached out a hand to tap the Release icon. I needed to breathe so much! And then... the numbers turned red and flashed again. All I had to do was wait; time would run out and I'd be able to breathe sweet air again.
But... I realized that I didn't want to stop. I wanted to go on, to have all of it. If I were really being hanged, they wouldn't decide, "Well, he came, let's cut him down." Not even a last-second mercy after I lost consciousness.
No. They'd leave me up there, hanging by my neck, while my kicking slowed and stopped. Until I was dead. Maybe one or two final twitches in my legs, and then just a dead husky dangling from the tree, the last drop of semen on the end of my cock, arms and legs and tail dangling limply, maybe a slow back and forth pendulum motion, but nothing else.
That was what my fantasy was. A real hanging... like the Vince hanging from the tree. That was my strongest fantasy, the one that would get me off if nothing else would: being executed, hanged by the neck until dead. A proper gallows with a trapdoor, a chair pulled out from under me, or a hanging tree and a horse like the one on the screen. Whenever I imagined it, myself dangling from a noose, never to breathe again... I would always come, screaming, and fall asleep, exhausted, a few minutes later.
I pulled my hand back and fed the few remaining tokens into the slot. I wouldn't need them any more.
I bounced up and down in the saddle, fucking myself on the dildo, rubbing the vibrator against my prostate, the pleasure almost unbearable now that I've cum, and the need to breathe even more so.
The hanging Vince kicked harder, then started to tire. The pleasure... the pleasure from under my tail just grew and grew. On the screen my feet barely moving... I couldn't feel anything but the pleasure coursing through my body... Everything was going blac.....
A black bear on a routine security sweep found Vince's body a few minutes later. He radioed for assistance, and the mall's Chief Security Officer, a tiger, came over, accompanied by a lab tech from the local police. They took photographs of the scene, removed and bagged the machine's non-erasable DVD, then put in a fresh one.
The two security officers carried the husky away, and the arcade's proprietor cleaned up the machine, leaving it fresh for another customer.