Part II
He felt a chill down his spine and a wild fear tightening his stomach. His penis went down instantly limp.
How could he have been crazy enough to plan for his own humiliating public execution?
Reading his mind Mónica started to caress his cock again while pressing her gorgeous body against his.
-Wow! Look how many people have come to watch you executed!
Think of how much pleasure you're going to give everyone. To those who will see you die now and to the thousands who will get off watching the videos in the future!
Don´t you think it´s worth to hang for them?
-…Perhaps…- He whispered.
Remember – she continued. Always caressing him - This is what you have fantasized about so many times!
And there is no turning back now. So, enjoy your execution. I will help you until the end. Not long now. –She whispered in a sexy voice, her lips brushing his right ear. - Die well and give them a good show!
Somehow relieved he felt the power and eroticism of his fantasy returning; His cock went hard again in Monica´s hand.
-Let´s go. They are waiting for you. They wish to see how you hang – she said putting her left hand on his ass and pushing him forward. You are going to look fantastic strung up there!
He took a deep breath and started a hesitant walk towards the crane truck.
Charo and Mónica took him each by one arm and supported/marched him to his gallows.
The mob parted to let them through.
He listened to the comments. Ashamed but still with a very hard cock.
He felt his ass groped. His cock pinched and touched.
What face do you put in these circumstances? – he reflected. -
Being taken naked to be publicly executed in shame. With a rock-hard erection and everybody in the audience knowing that you are sick enough to have planned every detail of it and even paid for it.
For being hanged in shame and complete debasement!
A guy dressed totally in black was coming from the truck and met them midway to it. He was big and most probably his executioner.
-I will take him from here – He said getting Charo´s place.
-I will stay with him - asserted Mónica.
-No problem you may become handy – he conceded smiling at Monica´s handling of the condemned man´s cock. – And I will have to prepare this- He said taking the noose from his neck and the rest of the rope from his hands.
They reached the truck and he is was positioned beneath the crane hook, facing the crowd. Mónica always at his side.
He was soon surrounded by people trying to talk to him, touch him or both. The executioner was joined by another three of four bulky guys, also in black T-shirts and cargo pants.
They were on his pay roll, under contract to hang him, the ones organizing the event.
They were trying to keep things under control and the public at some distance.
His Executioner made a loop knot in the rope at the opposite end of the noose. Then, he cut the excess rope with a big saw knife. With the noose open, it remained about one meter of rope between the noose and the loop.
He was following mesmerized how they were preparing his death.
He was at the same time terrified, and incredibly excited.
Monica´s almost naked body and her caresses kept him at the edge of climax.
Getting on top of wooden crate the Executioner placed the loop on the big crane´s hook.
Now the noose rested in front of his face. Things were happening very fast now. At least in his perception.
In spite of the efforts of the security team, there was a lot of noise, and he was is still being touched, caressed, pitched or slapped on his ass.
It was an Iran type hanging.
In fact, TV footage of an Iranian street crane hanging, two men and a woman, had been the trigger of this incredibly powerful sick fantasy that was about to get him killed.
He tried hard to maintain his composure. Mónica, always besides him, stroked is cock from time to time, caressing lightly the rest of the time.
He felt awkward waiting for everything, his execution, to get organized. His feelings of fear, shame and arousal very strong and conflicting the whole time.
People kept coming and going to take a close look to the crazy guy who was about to be hanged. Who wanted to be executed.
Many tried to touch him in spite of the warnings of the bulky guys. Slapping his cock squeezing his ass. People talking, laughing, shouting…
Mónica, always supportive, was giving him some last-minute advice.
-When they string you up, try not to fight the noose at the beginning, let it do its work and strangle you. Also try to stick your tongue out so you don´t swallow it.
I have read that it will be best to hang that way. Less painful, perhaps you could get to cum.
At the end, you will end up kicking and thashing for sure. The public will enjoy that, but try to behave and maintain your composure.
-And you? Will you enjoy me? I want you to. – He said looking into her beautiful green eyes.
-Yes. I will- she answered.
He had decided not to have an orgasm before his hanging.
He needed his arousal to go through it, balancing the pain and the humiliation.
He was afraid of being hoisted in the middle of a regretful anticlimax, kicking and begging to be released.
Probably he won´t come, and will die desperately trying to reach a last pleasure. But that was definitely better than the other option.
On that, he was, literally, in Monica´s hands.
At that moment he saw Charo standing at the edge of the audience. She smiled to him and opened her cape revealing one more time her ample breast and her transparent pantyhose. Her bush and labia in beautiful display.
He smiled back to her and felt a little less frightened.
The Executioner covered his head with a black hood, like in the drawing.
It was thin enough so he still could see shapes through the fabric.
Next, he felt the noose pass over his head and around his neck. It was immediately tightened.
He heard his Executioner reading his sentence.
-This man has confessed to be a masochist, exhibitionist and a hopeless pervert. For this, he has requested to be executed in shame. – the executioner red from a paper. – his request will be carried out right away!
The expectation grew.
He was now totally ready.
Part of the people around him tried to back up to get a better view.
Mónica masterful performance was always keeping him on the brim of the pleasure, stroking, caressing with her fingertips, teasing, even kissing his cloth-covered lips a couple of times.
-Get him up! – His executioner was instructing the crane´s driver.
-Get ready. Die well! -were the last words Monica whispered to him. She gave a last stroke to his cock and a hard slap to his ass as she stepped back too.
He heard the engine revving up and smelled exhaust diesel fumes as the big crane´s metal hook started to rise quickly taking the slack of the rope.
He felt his heart beating much faster. If from panic or wild arousal, he couldn´t tell.
A second later the rope closed around his neck and he felt his feet leave the ground, his body rising until his toes were more than two meters in the air.
He was hanging!
He could make out the crowd below him cheering and applauding.
Above them, he heard Monica's voice:
-You did it!
Yes. He had done it. He had been hanged. Just like he had fantasized so many times. Naked, in public, ashamed…
The rope was closing his throat, he felt suffocated and in enormous pain.
Remembering her words, he willed himself to hang limp, letting his noose strangle him.
He felt his cock huge and pulsating and suddenly, it erupted spurting a strong jet of cum.
The audience went wild now.
-Well done love! – Mónica shouted.
His cock kept pumping out, his mind in a whirl of pain and pleasure.
Whistles and shouts.
Cum still flowing from his cock and dripping down along his shaft.
He was no longer in fear. He was where he should be. Hanged. Offered for the public and Monica´s pleasure.
Beginning to lose his consciousness, he started his last dance; Swinging and shaking on his death and pleasure throes.
It had been probably a stupid decision, but anyhow it was too late now to change his mind. So, he prepared himself to die, swinging up there, for his audience, for Mónica, for his own sick mind…
In one of his last lucid thoughts, he remembered the drawing by ShinyRock 83 that triggered this present moment. His own execution.
The guy hanging naked from the crane. His rock-hard cock pumping…like his…
Still, he didn´t want to die…But he was about to die, like in the drawing, for the mob’s amusement…
The End.
