How I Hung Myself By My Cock


By: mike jones

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submissive urges and a vanilla wife pushed me over the edge of reason and one day i hung myself by my cock in my hot attic. i detail how i did it in this true story. As the sad result the cock my wife didn't want is now no good for any woman. i can use it and abuse it myself and i am satisfied with that.


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My cock is ruined. i can't penetrate a woman anymore. This all came about when i was having one of my submissive urges one day several years ago. My wife was at work and i home alone, just me and my compulsive obsession to do some self-bondage. i did and still do, do it as often as opportunity avails itself. On this particular day, i had been toying with the idea of hanging myself in the attic by my cock. i had secretly planed how i would do it so i got my

ropes together and climbed up through the small access into 110 degree heat. i live in Texas where the sun beats down unmercifully. But i didn't care. i was determined.

As soon as i climbed up in there i got naked and crawled across the ceiling joists, being careful to not put a hand or knee through the sheet rock. i dragged my ropes behind me with my lusty cock drooling its essence. When i got to my spot i milked my cock and ate what came out of it. With the taste of fresh cum in my mouth, which i love

(blush), i rigged up my ropes.

i tossed one rope over the roof brace above me and let both ends of it hang down. Next i spied two roof stabilizers to each side of me about 15 feet apart. i ran a length of rope around the one to my right so i had both ends of it back to the middle where i would be. i did the same with another rope to the left. i tied knots in the ends of a greasy length of auto tow rope that i planned to lay across my mouth as my only means of escape. i tied the ropes off to the right and left to this tow rope. Then, estimating the spread of my arms when i would lie on my back across the ceiling joists, i tied slipknots in the ends of both side ropes.

Then i tied my ankles spread wide to boards that would keep them spread and keep me from being able to bend my legs much. Lying there sweating like the pig that i am during my moments of madness, i next took a small diameter rope and made a slip knot in one end and slipped it over the head of my cock and pulled it tight. I ate some more cum that had drooled out of my cock and then bent the erect shaft of my cock back to double it onto itself at its base.I tied it around my cock and balls making a loop of my cock. i took one end of the rope hanging down from above and passed it through the loop my doubled back cock made, and tied it to my cock, tight! I hoisted myself up by my cock, arching my back strenuously, knowing full well i couldn't hold that position for long, and tied off the hoisting rope end that would insure i held that position, even if i had

to hang by just my cock.

i placed the inch diameter, greasy, foul tasting tow rope across my mouth and reached and worked my hands through the rope slip knots that would take away my freedom completely. i thought for a minute, as my back strained to hold my body up so my cock wouldn't have to feel the torture of holding up my torso weight yet. 'Do i really want to take this final step?’, i thought.

With my brain so full of lust i pulled in my arms tightening the slipknots around my widely spread wrists. i was captured beyond escape at that point and my cock wanted to cum but couldn't because of being tied the way it was. i couldn't cum, only endure that agonizing, orgasmic feeling that wouldn't stop. i couldn't get away, no matter how hard i struggled. i was trapped soon to be hanging by my wanton to be orgasmic cock, but in anxious futility.

As my back gave out i started trying to chew my way through that nasty one inch tow rope. It felt like a rock between my teeth, but knowing i had no other alternative, i continued to chew and had no choice now but to swallow the debris i managed to slowly chew off that rope. It must've taken over an hour to finally eat my way through that rope like a rat. The greasy shreds of chewed off rope fibers began to gag me. i was covered in a profusion of sweat from the strain and the heat. i thought about praying but that's not my bag. My cock i was hanging from for the

past hour felt as though it was being pulled out by the roots. i couldn’t help thinking in my time of ultimate, self-imposed stress; ‘If only instead of this nasty tow rope, i had a rigid cock plunging to its full depth down my gagging throat, raping me with its lusty objective of forcing me to drink every drop of its spewing cum.’

Just before, I think, I was about to go completely mad in my lust, success finally came and i weakly managed to chew apart the last sheds of rope that held my wrists separated and captive. i worked my way free from my

captive ropes. When i was finally free i laid there exhausted for no telling how long, trying to regain enough strength to climb down from the attic. In spite of my depleted strength my inordinate passion was still screaming out for relief so i untied my damaged cock and masturbated to climax. The profusion of ejaculate that resulted was more than i could ever remember but i consumed every bit of it hungrily. Only then with great effort did i finally got loose from my bindings and somehow i managed my way down from the attic.

My worthless cock has never been the same. While one might think it wasn't worth what i lost that day, the memory is still vivid in my slut's mind and i wouldn't take anything for having had that experience. It is one of life's treasured memories for my depraved, tortured mind.

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