Waiting -- a Vignette
The thoughts of a malefur waiting to be hanged. Or maybe not. It depends on other people's choices, and he isn't even sure which he'd prefer.
This story is partly based on an old fantasy dating back to my early 20s, but also partly on the Killville photoset "Three on a Rope" (3 human women hanged, one after another, topless).
Cover and artwork in thumbnail by puppyj
I've been standing here naked for nearly three hours. My hands are tied behind me, there's a noose snug around my neck, and a trapdoor underneath my feet. And I am so hard... There are nine other young males in the room with me. All of us are in the same situation. I'm second from the right end of the line. The wall in front of me is black glass. The room is brightly lit, so I can't see through the glass, but I get a great view of the ten of us standing here, naked, noosed, waiting.
An execution? No, a rather complicated and probably lethal game.
As I said, I can't see through the glass. But I know what's there: a wide corridor with a little console in front of the glass. The console has a slot for a credit card, a dial to select one of us, a switch labeled "drop: long/short", and a big red button.
Waiting. I don't know when, but sooner or later a customer will swipe a credit card and push the button, and one of the trapdoors will open. Maybe one of my friends. That's happened three times already.
The first was Carl, a palomino horse, completely ripped. Six-pack abs, arms as thick as my legs, legs huge in proportion. His trapdoor opened, and he kicked and struggled for nearly five minutes before going still. He'd enjoyed the hell out of it, though, his huge cock erect the whole time. He spurted once at about thirty seconds, then again just before he went limp.
The second was Willis. Gray squirrel, nearly as short as a femme, but amazingly strong, wind-swept headfur. He'd struggled like he didn't enjoy it, but his cock erected about 30 seconds after the noose took his breath away. He'd orgasmed only once, just before he lost consciousness after a mere two minutes of dancing.
The third was Nick, an akita with sleek orange and cream fur and the cutest curly tail! So thin-waisted you'd think he was starving, but everything else about him was normal. He'd hung nearly still, his feet moving in small circles, for almost a minute before he started kicking in earnest. Then he'd lasted nearly as long as Carl. He'd looked like he was enjoying it, a little smile playing on his lips. His cock emerged from its sheath almost instantly when his trapdoor opened, and stayed hard, all the way to the end. But he'd never cum, just a few drops of pre-cum at the tip. And the most beatific smile on his face when he finally lapsed into unconsciousness.
I was allowed to turn and watch during those hangings. It made me so excited. Painfully hard and dripping pre.
So I'm standing straight and proud. Waiting. Yes, proud to be chosen to stand here and wait.
Or maybe... maybe next time it will be my trapdoor. If that happens, I'll be hanging, strangling to death. No warning, just the noose jerking tight around my neck. Kicking desperately, hands straining against the ropes, trying to breathe. But there will be no air. After a few minutes I'll get weak. My feet will twitch a little, but that's all. Then I'll black out... and that will be the last thing I ever experience. Nothing more, ever again. But I bet I cum at least twice while I'm hanging!
I don't know when. Or whether I'll be the next victim or another of my friends. Maybe the marten. Or the orca. Or the big lizard. Over halfway through my shift. Maybe nothing will happen this shift. Then I'll get to sit down to a nice lunch, have a couple of hours to rest. Then back again for the evening shift.
Or maybe... in a minute or less I'll feel the trapdoor fall away and begin my battle for air. A battle that I will inevitably lose.
At first, I wasn't sure which would be better: to watch one of the other malefurs die, kicking and struggling in the noose; or to experience that ultimate sensation myself, hanging, strangling, cumming, dying.
After a couple of days I decided it was better to watch. No, not because I'm afraid of death. No. But when another fur is chosen, I get to watch. It excites me so, to watch his death struggle and his orgasms. And also, when I watch I anticipate it happening to me. I imagine myself struggling just like that, getting red in the face and then purple. Dancing faster and faster, spurting, then slower and slower... and then... still. Forever.
Coming here was an even bet. Fifty percent chance that I'll dance my life away here at the end of a rope. Fifty percent that I'll survive and go home to Master. Each time a fur dies, a new one replaces him, so now my chances of getting hanged are only twenty percent. And if that happens, I won't get to hang. Only two more chances.
So now I'm thinking that it would be better to hang now. Then I wouldn't have to worry about losing out to two other malefurs. Sure, it would be nice to go back to Master. But it took me over five years of devoted service to convince him to send me here. I don't want to miss out.
One thing I know I don't want... the long drop. A few customers choose that. Not very many. I'm thankful for that. But it could happen. To vanish through the floor, a loud groan from the overhead beam and a crunching noise as my neck snaps. A few spasmodic kicks and... nothing. It happened once during my off-shift, I was watching on CCTV while getting ready for bed. That wouldn't be nice. To die without getting to experience it. No, I really hope that doesn't happen to me.
So here I am, a Siberian cat. Naked, hands tied, a noose around my neck. Second from the right end of the line. Half-erect, tail-lashing in anticipation. Watching the reflection of ten furs with nooses in the glass. And waiting...
Waiting... but for what?