Necktie Party, Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After that second session, we were too worn out to have sex again for two days. We seemed to fall into a rhythm of fucking one night, then resting for the next two, and that "schedule" became normal for us for about two months.

During that time, in one of our post-sex cuddle sessions, I asked Jen if she had been interested in necktie play prior to the time when we'd viewed the movie on our fifteenth anniversary. She said, "Actually, Melissa got me interested in it several months before that time. She casually mentioned one time that she and Tom had been experimenting with different things in order to spice up their love life, and that the fantasy of hanging him seemed to be a real turn-on for both of them. I remember her saying that when they played their game, his cock was bigger and harder than she could ever remember, even on their wedding night."

"She said that her own interest in that particular thing was hard to pin down, but it probably was started when, in her childhood, she saw a photograph in a book. It was a book about race relations in America, and the photo showed a black man who had been lynched. Her first sexual fantasies were based on that image, and it's been a constant interest of her's ever since. She has several books that have photos and drawings like that, and after she showed them to me, I have to admit that I got interested also."

"She and I had talked about how I could get you to let me do that to you, and I finally just decided to 'cut to the chase', as it were. I had made up my mind that when we had sex on our anniversary, I'd bring up the subject, and the movie we watched simply provided a good way to break the ice. I couldn't believe my good luck when you let me do that to you, but believe me, it was probably the best climax I'd ever had."

I assured her that it was also my best, and my only regret was that she hadn't broached the subject years ago. I said it was a shame that we'd wasted all those fuck sessions with vanilla stuff. That seemed to provide the opening she'd been waiting for, and she immediately asked, "Do you remember saying that I could do it to you 'anyplace or anywhere'?"

When I said, "Yes", she continued, "Well, how about if that 'anywhere' were someplace other than our house?"

I asked, "Do you mean you'd like to do that to me in someone else's house?" I was already sure that I knew where she wanted the session to take place, and my hunch was confirmed when she replied, "Yes. Melissa has invited us to come over to their place Saturday night and we'll do a 'double hanging', as she calls it. I already told her we'd be there. You don't want to back out, do you?"

When she put it like that, I wasn't about to tell her that I wouldn't go to her friend's house. After I had agreed that we'd go, I asked her what would happen. She told me, "They've been having their sessions in the garage for a few months now. Melissa says that there's no ceiling there, and the boards are exposed. Tom calls them 'ceiling joists', and they're just right for throwing a rope over. I'm sure your imagination can supply any missing details."

She was right about that. My imagination was already running wild with the possibilities. I tried to get more information by asking her how the hanging would be done, but all she would say was, "I want it to be a surprise for you, because that'll make it more exciting. All I'll say is that we'll throw ropes over the ceiling joists, put the nooses around your necks, and then stretch you a little. Melissa told me about some other things she's been doing to Tom lately, and maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll do some of them to you."

She simply refused to tell me anything more, and as she had probably known, my fantasies ran wild. Jen fell asleep right away after that, but it seemed to me that I lay there the entire night imagining what the "other things" could possibly be.

Our conversation had taken place Wednesday night, and the days seemed to literally crawl toward Saturday. Jen said that we should not have sex before then, so that our "cum supply" could build up, and we'd be more turned on. I found it hard to keep from jacking off in the meantime, but out of love for her, I kept my hands off my cock. By the time Saturday evening finally arrived, I was in a constant state of excitement, and my anticipation and fantasies seemed to have no limits.

We left home a few minutes before seven o'clock, and walked across the block and down a few houses to Melissa's and Tom's house. Our hostess opened the door before we could even ring the doorbell, and I knew that she was probably as excited as we were about the upcoming activities. Her husband, Tom, was standing behind her, and we exchanged greetings all around.

Instead of being led straight to the garage, as I had fantasized, we were escorted to the living room and invited to seat ourselves on one of the couches there. A cheese plate and wine glasses had already been set in place on the coffee table, and I set the bottle of wine we had brought beside the one that was there. We sipped the wine and sampled the cheeses and crackers, and made small talk just as any ordinary couple would have done. I was struck by how incongruous it seemed, since in a short time, both Tom and I would be hanging in the garage naked, and with our cocks engorged and throbbing. At least, that's what I hoped would happen. I was determined to not allow the strangeness of the situation to cause me to embarrass my wife by having nothing but a "wet noodle".

The conversation was very pleasant, and the time passed quickly. It startled all of us when the clock on their mantle chimed the hour, for we had no idea that a full hour had passed since our arrival. By that time, everyone had consumed at least three glasses of wine, and I'm sure that the others were feeling just as mellow as I.

Melissa broke the sudden silence by saying, "Well, I guess we had better get started on the night's entertainment, don't you think?" Jen was quick to agree, and I could see by the look of anticipation on her face that she was anxious also. Again I had the thought that I simply wouldn't allow my cock to shame me by refusing to cooperate, and would make it achieve erection by force of will alone if necessary.

Melissa was the first to stand, and she took her husband's hand and pulled him up beside her. Jen followed her lead, and we filed out of the room, with each man being led by his wife. We walked down a hallway to the rear of the house, and Melissa opened a door and walked through, turning on the lights as soon as she entered. I could tell by Jen's reaction that she had seen the room before, but it was entirely new to me.

The first thing I noticed answered a question that had been nagging at the back of my mind ever since I had agreed to come here. I knew that our garage had four windows that faced the neighbors on each side, and was sure that their's was built on the same plan. I certainly didn't want any strangers to be able to watch us through the windows, but my concerns were put to rest when I saw that heavy blankets had been placed over each opening, assuring our privacy.

My eyes were immediately drawn to two ropes that were dangling over the ceiling joists, about 10' apart. One end of each was resting on the floor, and it was the other ends that drew my undivided attention. Each end had a hangman's noose tied in it, and it was hanging about 6' above the floor. I was fascinated by that sight, and couldn't seem to take my eyes off the ropes, knowing that in a very few moments our host and I would be standing there with those nooses around our necks.

Jen looked over the room quickly, the said, "It looks like everything is ready for us. You guys certainly know how to welcome your guests." Melissa smiled and gave her a quick hug, saying, "It's pretty simple, really. We should have lots of fun with it though." They hugged again, then agreed it was time to get started.

Melissa grabbed Tom's penis through his trousers and led him to a position beneath one of the ropes. Jen was quick to follow suit, and she gripped my semi-erect cock harder than she'd ever done before. Her attentions, plus the pain she was giving me, caused the thing to stiffen even more. She smiled at me, then pulled me toward the other noose.

I saw that pieces of carpet had been placed on the floor at each "station" to cushion the concrete floor. As I stood where Jen indicated, I saw that Tom was also standing in place, and facing me. When Melissa saw that we were ready, she began to unbutton her husband's shirt, and before she had reached the second button, Jen was duplicating her actions on me.

Soon there were two shirts laying on the floor. Melissa then knelt in front of Tom and began to remove his loafers. Jen was soon kneeling also, and untying my dress shoes. As soon as my shoes had been removed, I raised my feet one at a time so that my socks could be peeled off also. This time, it was Jen who was finished first, and she turned to gauge Melissa's progress.

Her friend then turned her attentions to Tom's trousers, quickly unfastening the belt and button before pulling down the zipper. When his pants were sufficiently opened, she began to pull them down. Jen was doing the same to me, but my center of attention was not on her, but rather on my "competitors" bulge in his undershorts. I had a full hard-on by that time, but I could see that his cock was barely semi-erect. Even then, the bulge seemed to be much larger than mine. I was momentarily embarrassed by the comparison, and hoped that Jen wouldn't be shamed by my small size. I vowed to make up for it in staying power and enthusiasm.

When both our trousers had been removed and tossed aside, the women simultaneously began to pull down our undershorts. As soon as I saw Tom's cock, I knew that my earlier assessment had been correct: He was much larger than me. Although I couldn't judge what his final size would be, I was sure that it would be 2-3 inches above my 6" dick. As I looked down at Jen, I saw that she was also gazing at his crotch, and hoped that I wasn't suffering in comparison in her eyes.

The women both stood, and Melissa walked to a workbench that was setting along one of the walls. She picked up two lengths of small-diameter rope, each about 3' long, and handed one to Jen. She again knelt in front of her husband, and he immediately brought his feet together, and placed his hands behind his back. The rope was then wrapped around his ankles a couple of times, and the ends were tied off.

Jen looked up at me expectantly from her kneeling position in front of me. Not wanting to be outdone by the other man, I was quick to bring my feet together and put my hands behind my back as he had done with no orders. Soon my ankles were bound as tightly as Tom's, after which both women again stood.

Melissa got two more ropes from the bench, again handing one to Jen. Each woman walked around her husband, and I could feel my wrists being bound, and was sure that Melissa was doing to same to her husband. There remained only one thing to do, and after looking at each other with anticipation in their eyes, Jen and Melissa placed the dangling ropes around our necks. The knots were placed by our left ears, and then the nooses were tightened.

This was an entirely new feeling to me, since all our sex play up to this point had involved my neckties, and not ropes. The feel of the fibers of the noose against my throat was coarse, and not smooth as my ties had been. I was sure that when the rope was pulled tight to stretch me, my neck would bear marks.

As soon as the nooses were in place and tightened, Melissa turned to Jen and asked, "Are you ready to carry out their punishment, sweetie?" Jen's own throat seemed to be tight with her arousal, and she had to clear it a couple of times before she was able to say, "I'm ready. Let's string them up."

They reached for the loose ends of the ropes, then began to slowly pull them down. I could feel my own noose tightening around my throat, and could see that the same thing was happening to Tom. As the rope was drawn higher and higher, we rose up to ease the strain, until both of us were standing on the balls of our feet. I knew that if my leg muscles began to cramp and refused to support my body, I'd be strangled.

The women maintained their holds on the ropes while they worked their way to the workbench. Once there, they wrapped the ends several times around the legs of the bench, then tied them off. There was now no way for us to escape our fate, which was entirely in the hands of our wives. It was easy to see that they were both aroused at that point, since neither woman wore a brassiere. Their nipples were hard as rocks, and I longed to suckle Jen's delicious breasts, knowing that she always found that arousing.

As soon as the ropes were secured, Jen and Melissa turned to each other. With no hesitation, they began to unbutton the other's blouse, just as they had done to their husband's shirts shortly before. As Tom and I gazed raptly, the blouses were removed, revealing two sets of beautiful tits, both with very distended nipples. They then turned to us, with Melissa saying, "That's all you get to see for now, boys. If you earn it, maybe we'll give you some more 'eye candy' after awhile." I certainly wanted nothing more than to see these two beauties standing naked before me, and was sure that Tom felt the same.

Melissa then said, "Before we stretch their necks for good, I need to punish Tom. He failed to make me cum when he was eating my pussy two weeks ago, and now he's going to pay for that." Upon saying that, she looked directly at her husband and said, "Now turn around, you worthless bastard. I'm going to make you suffer for not making me cum!"

As best he could, the other man began to shuffle his feet and turn his body. It took him several seconds, but finally he was facing away from me. Melissa then got another length of rope from the bench, and walked up behind him. She quickly looped one end of the rope around his lower neck and tied it in place, then passed the other between his wrists and around the rope that bound them. She pulled the free end sharply upward, until his hands were drawn up his back. After tying the rope back to itself, she again walked to the bench.

This time when she returned, she was carrying something that I thought was a thick black rope. As she swung the thing through the air, I immediately saw that it was a whip. Its handle was about a foot long, and there were several thongs attached to it. I then knew what the "other things" were that Melissa had been doing to her husband, and I wondered if Jen would be doing them to me before much longer. I was torn between fear of the whip, and a desire to feel it being wielded by my beautiful wife. I was sure that she would want to do that to me, and resolved to make no complaints if she did.

As soon as Melissa had positioned herself behind and slightly to the side of her husband, she raised the whip toward the ceiling, then brought it sharply down against his butt. The instant the thongs made contact with his skin, I heard him groan. I knew it was impossible for him to cry out, given the constricting noose around his throat, and was secretly glad that my own noose would prevent my cries of pain.

Before his wife had time to strike the second blow, Tom's butt was displaying red and white stripes. The second stroke crossed the stripes at a slightly different angle, adding a second set. Again he groaned, and again the whip struck. I had no idea at the time how many times Melissa swung the whip, but by the time she stopped, her husband's ass was fiery red and he was trying to whimper through his constricted throat.

She then ordered him to turn around, and again he shuffled his feet in baby steps. By the time he was half turned, I could see that his cock was not only completely erect, but was bobbing up and down, showing his excitement to all. He was soon turned facing me once again, and I noticed that Jen was completely fascinated by the size of his manhood, as well as his apparent arousal from being whipped by his wife.

Melissa then asked her, "How about it honey? Want to use my whip to see how it feels?" Jen looked at me, then turned her gaze back to her friend, saying, "God, yes. I've thought about doing that to him ever since you told me you were whipping Tom. He's in no position to object, is he? I think I'll just do what I want, and he can like it or lump it." Melissa handed another of the ropes to Jen and said, "That's what I like to hear, sweetie. Give it to him good. You've told me about all the times he climaxed too soon and left you hanging. I think he deserves a good whipping for that, don't you?"

Jen said, "He deserves more than that, and I just may give it to him before much longer. How many strokes did you give Tom?" When her friend replied that she'd whipped her husband ten times, Jen said that sounded like a good round number, and she'd start with that many. She then ordered me to turn around, and when I had done so used the rope to tie my hands up out of the way in the same manner that Tom's were tied. The additional constriction of the second rope increased my difficulty of breathing, and I knew that if I tried to lower my hands to protect my ass, I'd choke myself.

I steeled myself to accept the whipping without complaint, knowing that I was powerless to resist it in any case. Even my ability to protest and beg for mercy was taken from me, due to the tightness of the noose and second rope around my neck. As I stood there waiting for my punishment to begin, I vowed once again to get through it with my cock still erect, knowing that Jen would be ashamed of me if I couldn't do that.

Finally I sensed that Jen was raising the whip toward the ceiling, and then swinging it downward. The thongs struck my ass, and I tried to cry out, but couldn't manage more than a small sound. I was sure that my butt was on fire, and knew it must be as covered with red stripes as Tom's had been shortly before. Even before I'd steeled myself to accept the second stroke, the thongs again landed, seemingly even more forcefully than before.

Again and again, the whip was wielded. By the fifth stroke, I began to notice that the heat in my tortured backside was slowly descending to my crotch. Soon my entire focus was the intense burning in my cock and balls, and I realized why Tom's dick had become hard while he was being whipped. Although I was unable to lower my gaze enough to see my cock, I was sure that it was even more distended than before, and I could feel it bobbing with each beat of my heart.

I had lost count of the strokes by the time Jen stopped whipping me, but I would have guess they numbered more than twenty. When Melissa said, "Do you think that only ten strokes are enough for him? Remember all the times when he's shot his wad too soon, rolled over and fallen asleep, leaving you lying there? As many times as you've told me about him doing that, I was sure you'd give him as least a hundred", I was astounded that the intense burning fire in my ass and crotch could have been caused by such a small number of lashes.

Jen replied to her friend's comments by saying, "He'll get more the next time. Right now, my arm is tired. You told me about 'mistress's elbow', and I think I have it already." I couldn't see what passed between the two women, since my back was turned to them, but I was sure they were sharing their amusement.

Jen then ordered me to turn until I was facing them, and I shuffled my feet in baby steps to accomplish that as quickly as possible. As soon as my raging hard-on came in view to them, they both giggled, and Melissa said, "There, you see? I told you he'd like it. All men need a good whipping to get them really hot."

I was unable to lower my gaze far enough to see my cock, but I knew that it was intensely erect, and was bobbing up and down. Jen lowered her hand to it, and I could feel her touch the tip. When she brought her hand up far enough for me to see, I saw that she had wiped up a large amount of pre-cum, and knew that demonstrated beyond any doubt my arousal. When I looked at Tom's dick, I could see that it too was leaking his juice, and I was sure that he was equally excited.

Melissa then said to my wife, "Do you think they've earned anything more to look at?" Jen laughed, saying, "They've been good boys so far, so let's give them a reward." The two women then began a passionate kiss, and even with the painful burning distracting me, I could tell that the kiss was much more than had ever passed between my wife and I. I think that my overwhelming thought was one of astonishment, since Jen had never given any indication that she had any sort of lesbian tendencies. Far from being jealous, I somehow found the knowledge very erotic.

As soon as they broke the kiss, Jen dropped to her knees in front of her friend. She began to remove Melissa's pants, exactly as she had done with me almost an hour before. As soon as they were laying on the floor, Jen slowly pulled down Melissa's panties, revealing her to me completely nude. I don't know that it was possible for me to become any more aroused at that point, but knew that even the slightest touch on my cock would cause it to explode.

Jen stood, and Melissa knelt in front of her. Soon my wife's remaining clothing was also laying discarded on the floor. However, instead of standing, Melissa placed her arms around Jen's waist and drew her crotch to her face. Although I couldn't see what was happening, since my wife was facing away from me, I knew by her moans of delight that she was experiencing something intensely pleasurable to her.

Tom was straining as hard as he could to overcome the stretching of the noose, and to lower his head enough to allow him to watch Jen being serviced by his wife. He was obviously willing to strangle himself in order to see that wonderful demonstration of love, and I couldn't blame him. My own neck was feeling the strain of being forced to endure the noose while watching what the women were doing.

Melissa brought Jen to the very edge of cumming, then stopped licking. She stood, then asked, "Are you ready now to finish them off?" Jen's eyes were glazed as she looked first at Tom, and then at me. Finally she replied, "Yes. It's time to do it to them. I've wanted to see a man hanged for a long time now, and I can't think of a better opportunity."

Her words momentarily frightened me, and then my lust overcame my better judgment. I realized that I, too, wanted to be hanged. If my execution came at the hands of my loving wife, then that was the way it was meant to be.

Melissa said that she wanted to do her husband first, and both women turned to face him. I could see a frightened expression of his face, and knew that he was undoubtedly experiencing the same emotions as I. We were both fearful of having our lives ended, but both so aroused and desperate to cum that we actually craved having our wives execute us.

After having picked up the whip again, Melissa instructed Jen to take ahold of the rope about midway between where it was tied to the workbench and where it passed over the ceiling joist. She told my wife to put all her weight on the rope, causing Tom to be lifted even higher. I could see that only his toes remained in contact with the floor, and knew they weren't supporting much of his weight. In a few seconds, his mouth gaped open as he struggled for breath, and his body struggled to free itself from its imprisonment. His face turned bright red, then a darker shade of red, and finally purple.

As I had known she would, Melissa brought the whip thongs crashing down on her husband's engorged penis, which was by now also a much darker color. This time the stripes left by the whip were white, instead of red as before. As I watched, my eyes staring fixedly at his cock being whipped time and again by his torturer, I knew that I was both extremely afraid of receiving the same treatment and extremely jealous of him. My lust-filled brain wanted it to be me hanging there, slowly strangling while feeling the torment of my cock being whipped time after time.

Finally, his face turned almost black. His mouth opened even wider than before and his tongue protruded like some obscene penis. At that moment, his hips began to buck wildly, thrusting his cock forward in a mad effort to meet the strokes his wife was directing at it. The head of the thing seemed to swell to monstrous proportions, and then his semen burst forth. Even though we were separated by almost 10', I was sure his cum flew at least halfway to my position. The flow went on and on, until finally he gave one last thrust as he tried to fuck the air, and then his body sagged as he lost consciousness.

Melissa had ceased whipping him as soon as the first spurt of cum had erupted from the tip of his cock. She spread her legs, reversed her hold on the whip, and inserted the handle in her pussy in a single movement. Her orgasm was immediate, and as it swept over her she cried out with its intensity. By the time Tom's balls had been emptied, she was on her hands and knees on the floor, her legs unable to support her.

Jen had released her hold on the rope at some point during the orgy of cumming, and Tom was once again supported by the lower parts of his feet. That was enough to allow him to draw ragged breaths through his raw throat, and his chest heaved as it tried to draw in the life-giving air. Finally his face returned to red, and then to an almost-normal color. As I watched in fascination, his penis drooped lower and lower, finally pointing almost straight down and beginning to shrink.

Jen quickly untied the rope from the workbench leg, then rushed to Tom and helped him to a sitting position on the floor beside his wife. She then moved to Melissa's side and hugged her passionately. I could tell that she was almost crazy with lust, and I knew that I was also. I wanted to cry out to her, to beg her to whip me, to feel the noose being tightened around my throat, to feel the sort of release that Tom had achieved. The constriction the noose was causing would not allow me to utter more than guttural sounds and groans, and I was unable to give voice to my overwhelming need.

Finally Melissa recovered enough from her fevered arousal and orgasm to allow her to respond to Jen's caresses. She pulled my wife to her, then they kissed deeply and strongly. When they broke the kiss, Melissa gently pushed my wife to the floor, and then lowered her mouth to Jen's overheated cunt. As Melissa licked and sucked that precious place, Jen began to moan and move her hips wildly, forcing her pussy against her lover's tongue. In only a few seconds, she cried out as her orgasm swept over her. I was surprised at the ferocity of her release, and knew that it was greater than any climax she'd ever had with me. I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of love for her, coupled with a great sense of satisfaction that she was able to achieve such an emotional peak. At the same time, my dominant need was to reach my own climax, and was jealous of the other three for already having achieved that goal.

It took Jen several minutes to recover from the violence of her release, but finally she looked at me. She knew by the frantic expression on my face, and by the wild thrusting of my hips, that I was in extreme need. She finally was able to gain her feet, and I prayed that she would order Melissa to pull the rope and strangle me, while she applied the whip with every bit of her might to my aching cock. At that moment, I wanted more than anything to feel extreme pain in my member, while the life was choked out of my body by the noose.

Jen walked over to me with her hands empty. She had by then cooled down from her peak of arousal, and she smiled at my wild thrusting. She asked sweetly, "Would you like to cum, honey?"

I tried to give voice to my urgent need, but could not. The constricting rope around my neck prevented even so much as a nod. I desperately wanted her to be able to read my thoughts, and to pick up the whip and use it on me. To my extreme disappointment, all she did was place her hand on my cock and begin to rapidly pump it. That simple action was all it took to initiate my orgasm.

Jen laughed as my cum erupted. She continued to pump my cock, until finally the last drop of semen had dribbled from the hole. She then walked to the workbench and untied the rope that was suspending me. As I stood there trying to maintain my balance on shaky legs, she removed the noose and then untied the other three cords that were restraining me. Melissa was doing the same thing for Tom, and soon he was able to stand, still shaky from his recent ordeal.

I looked at the whip marks on his now-shrunken penis, and was almost overcome with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I was jealous of the extreme peak of arousal he'd achieved, but on the other I was glad that I was not now experiencing the pain that was his penalty for that release. I could see that he was almost in tears from the pain, both in his cock and his neck, but at the same time I was sure that he thought the reward was worth the penalty, and that he'd willingly put himself in the same position when the opportunity arose. I knew that, because those were my exact emotions.

Our remaining time in Melissa's and Tom's garage is pretty much a jumbled fog. I know that we got dressed, and said our goodbyes, with lots of references to "the next time". As we were ready to walk out the front door to return to our own home, Melissa kissed both Jen and I with a good deal of passion. I could taste my wife's juices on Melissa's lips, and was envious of her. After she kissed me, she squeezed my penis through my trousers, saying something about hoping that I'd be able to keep it up when things got a "little more serious" in the garage.

I simply don't recall our short walk home, or our preparations for bed, or even getting into bed. I have a foggy memory of cuddling with Jen, and her saying something about being very proud of me. After that point, everything is a complete blank until I awoke late the next morning.