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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: A Concert Video (M solo, hanging, snuff) (REPOST)
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This story was written by Matthew.  I (Damien) am posting it
by permission of the author.

Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story. 

First, there's sexually explicit stuff here.  If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message.  Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group.  Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!

Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's.  Either
way, this isn't milk and cookies.  If you don't want to read about such
things, go away and read another message.

Third, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals were
harmed in the writing of this story.

Fourth, don't try this stuff at home.  You could end up dead!  Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA.  That's not counting
the rest of the world.

Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story.  If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing.  But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.

Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next message.
After that, you're on your own.






















Summary: This story includes a description of a man hanged until death
by accident.  Lethal, mostly non-consensual.



			    A CONCERT VIDEO
			      by Matthew

As soon as I heard about what happened at the Madonna concert, I
knew it was something I just had to see. Madonna was doing a
concert video where a volunteer from the audience was supposed to
go through a fake hanging. But it turned out to be a real one!
They'd got the guy out of the audience and taken him up on a
gallows platform that had risen up out of the stage. But as soon
as they put the rope around his neck the platform collapsed,
leaving him hanging there, thirty feet up in the air! Madonna
herself was trapped under the platform when it collapsed, so
everyone on stage was in a panic to rescue her and didn't pay any
attention to the guy who was hanged.

Right away I got hold of my friend Jim who works down at the
coroner's office, and was able to get him to help me. Luckily Jim
was working the night of the concert, and had been able to sneak
a quick photo of the guy's body when it was brought in; he knew
I'd want one for my collection. It was a full-length shot of the
body lying on a low metal table, just after they'd pulled it out
of the body bag.

It was really gross. The guy's face was all contorted: eyes
wide-open and bulging from their sockets; mouth stretched wide
like he was screaming. He'd obviously died in agony. All he had
on was some really tiny black underwear, the "thong" kind that
leaves your ass bare. And there was this erect cock poking up
into the little nylon triangle in front, stretching it out like a
tent in a gale. Jim told me that it looked so ridiculous he
called several people down to the morgue to see. They all
laughed.

I really enjoyed the photo, but what I was really interested in
was the video tapes that had been made at the concert. They'd all
been seized by the coroner, of course, and would never be
broadcast. I figured they would have to have at least one camera
centred on the gallows, and that was the one I was after. Jim
found out that there was such a tape, and it was sure to be a
beauty! As soon as the platform had collapsed, the cameraman had
rushed down to help rescue Madonna. But he'd left the camera
running, focused right on the guy as he hung! It took Jim quite a
while to get a copy of the tape, and you can be sure he made me
pay through the nose for it, but finally it was mine.

I could hardly wait as I headed home with the tape. I'd already
had the photo for a couple of weeks, carefully pasted into my
special scrapbook, and I was eager to witness the suffering that
showed so plainly on the corpse's contorted face. As soon as I
got home I went into the bedroom and put the tape into the
machine. Then I stripped off all of my clothes and lay down naked
on the bed. I picked up the remote control and started the tape
rolling, hoping for a great show. And I was not disappointed!

The tape began with a shot of the empty gallows platform, with
the noose hanging down. It was obviously a fixed-camera shot; I
couldn't see any other part of the stage. The music was pounding
away on the soundtrack, and I could hear Madonna singing, but
couldn't make out the words. Then two huge "executioners",
wearing only loincloths and black hoods, came up the stairs to
the platform, escorting a third guy between them who was
obviously the "victim". He was wearing some baggy beige shorts
and a pair of deck shoes, but no shirt. He looked to be in his
early twenties, and in quite good shape. He seemed pretty
nervous, but was trying to be a good sport about the whole thing,
which after all was only supposed to be a joke.

The music kept pounding away in the background as the
executioners put the noose around the victim's neck. Then,
without the slightest warning, the platform just fell away
beneath them. There was a loud crashing sound, and I heard
Madonna scream into her microphone as the music came to a sudden
halt.

The two "executioners" went down with the platform, of course,
leaving the guy with the rope around his neck dangling in thin
air. Fortunately, he was facing toward the camera when the
platform collapsed, and I could see his face plainly as the noose
tightened around his neck. His eyes popped wide open and at first
he looked utterly astonished. His hands flew up above his head
and gripped the rope, pulling at it desperately, trying to
relieve the choking pressure around his neck. His feet started
waving around, toes pointed downwards, searching in vain for the
platform.

My cock was fully erect now, and I took it into my hand as I
stared at the screen. There, before my fascinated gaze, and that
of 20,000 others, a man was dying a slow, agonizing death. His
motions became more and more frantic. He had one hand at his
throat now, pulling at the ever-tightening noose, while the other
hand still gripped the rope above his head. I could see his bare
chest heaving uselessly as he tried to draw breath. His mouth was
wide open, and I could plainly see the agony and terror in his
wide, bulging eyes.

Now he began to kick, legs swinging high, faster and faster.
First one shoe flew off, then the other, as his kicking became
ever more furious. He spun round and round at the end of the
rope, first in one direction, then the other. I could see that
his shorts were slowly working their way down over his hips.

Then his arms dropped away to dangle limply at his sides as the
final death throes began. His eyes were fixed now, staring
sightlessly off into the distance, his mouth wide open in a
silent scream. His chest had ceased its futile heaving. He
started to hop, his legs going up and down together in a macabre
rhythm, jerking so powerfully I thought for a moment the rope
would break. His shorts slipped down his legs, tangled briefly
round his ankles, and then fell away altogether, leaving him clad
only in those ridiculous black briefs I had seen in the photo.

His cock was already stiffening, straining against the clinging
nylon front of his underwear, stretching the little side-straps
tight across his hips. He turned round and round, presenting his
bare ass to the camera again and again, while the bulge in his
briefs grew ever larger. Then his legs stopped their bizarre
dance, and his body stiffened, shuddering like a leaf. I could
see his bare ass twitching rhythmically as his swollen cock
ejaculated inside the tiny black briefs...

I heard myself scream as my sweaty body arched on the bed, cum
spurting from my cock.


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Did you like this story?  You can find more at
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The author would also like to hear about it.  You can write me and
I'll pass it on to the author.  Remember, feedback from the readers
is the only "payment" the author gets.

But if you think stories about people getting strangled during sex -- and
enjoying it -- are icky and shouldn't exist, don't come whining to me.
Why did you read it if you don't like stories of that type?
-- 
A. P. Damien
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