Six hanging/snuff stories
Six short-short stories, some inspired by drawings, some by my own fantasies. They were originally
written to a 100 word limit, but I raised the limit to 250 to make it easier to
furry-ize them.
Making a Difficult Choice
Inspired by the Dolcett drawing, Git85 http://necrobabes.org/dolcett/asphyx_pics/images/git85.gif
Doyle stood on the tiny platform, naked, hands tied, a noose around his neck. The weasel shifted his weight impatiently from foot to foot, rubbing his thighs together to maintain his excitement.
Monty climbed up. Simon followed and tied his hands, then played with him until he was hard.
"I'll jump when you're noosed, you follow when you're ready," Doyle said.
"Wait," the fox said, as Simon started to drop the noose over his head. "Hanging's so fast. A minute or less... Maybe... could you bring my spit over and let me try it on for size?"
"Screw this," Doyle said, "I've got an appointment for dinner. 'Bye." The weasel jumped. "Gckkk!" He began to kick. His first orgasm took him before his need for air became desperate. He spurted again just before he lost consciousness.
The bear brought the spit over and positioned it. Monty bent his knees to feel it enter his tailhole, then farther until he felt the point. The pain was... promising.
"Yes!" The fox sat down on the spit, which pierced his intestine, his liver, and his diaphragm. He was in agony -- and in ecstasy. Twenty minutes later, a fox and a weasel were roasting over the coals.
Hanging Around in the Woods
Inspired by http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/images/HdA-22.jpg
The messenger arrived, his horse nearly dead from exhaustion. When the huns captured a city, they raped and tortured the population. They were only two days away. There had to be a better alternative.
....
About half the furs in town were already dead when Sheridan and Finn got there. They saw a teenaged stallion in a dress shirt and bright red tie jump off, struggle violently for maybe half a minute, cum, then sway peacefully.
They dragged two platforms under an unused branch, climbed up, tied their ropes to the branch, and put the nooses around their necks. Finn clenched his fists as he tensed for the jump.
"Afraid?"
"Y-yes."
"Hold my hand. You can cum from hanging, did you know?"
"Really?"
"Sure. Just pretend Leroy's making love to you."
"Mmmm. Okay, I'm ready."
"On three," the lion said. "One... Two... Three." Both jumped, their cocks tucked between their thighs. The noose pulled tight around the stag's throat. It hurt horribly. He needed air. Then he thought about his boyfriend deep inside his hole, one paw reaching around to stroke him. It didn't hurt so much now. It... felt good. An explosion between his legs and... nothing more. Two furs hung, twisting slightly, white semen dripping from their still-erect cocks.
Hanging Day
Inspired by a drawing: http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/images/HdA-9.jpg
Public Hanging Wednesday Dolcett Park Volunteers check in by 9AM
9:30 AM
The first three volunteers were:
- Jesse, a collie
- Rhys, a ferret
- Yuri, a ram
Three trapdoors, three nooses, three volunteers wearing only boxers and shoes, as tradition demanded.
Jesse climbed the stairs and took his place on the first trap, fitting the noose snug around his neck.
Rhys followed, taking the second trap.
Yuri took the third trap, but... was he sure he wanted this?
The ferret reached out to give Jess a "goodbye" pat on the cheek. He'd noose himself soon. After Jesse...
Two tomcats, Mort and Carl, were still undressing. Five more malefurs, mostly mustelids, waited for their turns.
For Jesse, his tail wagging excitedly, there was only... anticipation. The hangman's hand was on the lever. In seconds, he would be dangling, dancing.
CLUNK! No breath for Jesse. Never again. Only the noose, tight, so tight around his neck. And the tingling between his legs... cumming... then the need to breathe. The collie began struggling for air, but his hands reached down to stroke heimself. Everything starting to go gray... and another explosion in his balls... and...
Rhys saw the cum spurting from Jesse's cock. His turn next. He pulled the noose open and fitted it around his neck, then stood proudly with his hands clasped behind him.
The Hanging Booth
http://necrobabes.org/dolcett/asphyx_pics/images/dol_th~1.gif
Ross went straight to the hanging booth at the County Fair. A gopher boy was bound tightly, a noose around his neck. Ross watched as several males threw balls at the target, but missed the bulls-eye. Then a bull stepped up to the counter, paid his dollar, and got three balls. Ross recognized Garth, the pitcher on his high-school softball team.
Garth's first ball hit, "about to shake his tush." The gopher turned around to shake his ass at the bull. Garth smiled at him, and the gopher smiled back. "Okay, Vance, here it comes." He wound up, threw... bulls-eye!
The platform collapsed. Vance made a choked sound as the noose tightened around his neck. His eyes watched Garth as he jerked and wriggled in his bonds, then began thrusting his hips at him.
Ross was sure that the gopher was about to orgasm. He looked at the bull; his eyes were fixed on Vance's and there was a huge bulge in his pants. The bat looked back, and saw Vance's cock erupting, spraying cum nearly straight up into the air. After a few minutes, the gopher stopped moving. There was one final convulsion, then his eyes stared fixedly at the horizon. Ross saw a wet spot spreading on the bull's pants.
Ross stepped up. "Need someone?"
"Sure do," the booth operator said.
"I'd like my legs unbound so I can kick properly."
"No problem."
Victim? or Volunteer?
There was somebody following Lyle. The stalker was nearly twenty feet behind when the sloth reached his car, so he dropped his keys. A figure grabbed him as he stood up. He saw the reflection briefly in the window, a handsome wolf. Figured.
"Please..." begged the sloth, then the garrote silenced him. The wolf ground his erection against the sloth's shapely ass as he struggled.
The wire snapped; the wolf ran off, cursing. "Come back," Lyle wheezed, taking off his top and pulling his school tie out of his pocket.
The wolf came back, warily, took the ends of the tie in his hands. The sloth leaned back against the car, his hips thurst forward.
"Please. Kiss me while...?"
The big bad wolf nodded and pulled the strap tight, mashed his lips to Lyle's. The sloth hugged his wolf, rubbing his cock against the wolf's erection and his erect nipples against the soft fur of the wolf's chest. The strangling sensation was overwhelming, but the sloth's desire was stronger. Lyle came once before the wolf, and then sprayed again just before he lost consciousness.
Tom took few pictures of his victim's sightless gaze for his website. The sloth-twink would get more malefurs off than just him.
Box Cars
Inspired by http://necrobabes.org/dolcett/asphyx_pics/images/dol2002.gif
Diego was already naked when he came into the room. His fur glowed in the firelight. He climbed up on the chair, put the noose around his neck, then put his hands behind him. Ned tied them tightly.
"Ready?" the lynx asked.
"Yep." The teenaged hamster nodded vigorously.
"Choose your unlucky roll."
"Boxcars."
The lynx pulled the chair away. Diego started kicking almost immediately. Ned watched him kick for a little bit. Then the lynx shook the dice cup and rolled them. "Oh... my!"
The hamster looked down: sixes. He knew what that meant: this time he wouldn't be let down.
He struggled desperately, but the decision was made. The fire in his groin grew and grew until it was stronger even than the need to breathe. The hamster came, hard, cum hitting the wall four feet away. For a while he was too busy cumming to kick. His orgasm lasted the rest of his life.
The lynx stroked the hamster's golden fur. "It was good while it lasted. But now I need another slave."