Hung and Stabbed

He had been captured by a gang of sadists. They led him to their den and quickly stripped him and strung him up to a gallows. His wrists tied behind his back, fear clenched his stomach. He was in a dark room with spotlights pointed at his naked body. He twisted and panicked, trying to see into the dark. He heard movement in the room, but he couldn't tell how many people were there. An older person walked out of the darkness, maybe in their 50s.

"Do you know what we are going to do to you?" They asked.

He shook his head, "no."

"We are going to kill you, but not in the traditional execution style. Your hanging will be long and painful."

A crank sounded somewhere in the darkness, the noose tightened. "Gaah!" He choked.

They walked behind him and shoved a plug into his prostate. He grunted at the tightness. He shuffled his feet and it was squeezed sweetly. That's when he realized these people were perverts. Then, a new light turned on revealing a large mirror in front of him. He stared at himself in disbelief. His torso was stretched out, his hairy chest jutting out, his stomach stretched. He looked sexy. He clenched his butt and felt a wave of pleasure, making his dick rise. He gasped. Twisting in confusion and fear. He heard the crank again. Now he was barely on his tip toes. His toes brushed the floor and he panicked. He heard sexy moans coming from the audience.

"Help...please...Noo..."

He gurgled. His body moved this way and that. All the while, the plug stimulating him from the inside. He was so confused and scared. He started to cry even as his dick rose involuntarily. There were spots in his vision and this made him so scared he was going to die.

"No...no...no,no,no!" He choked and cried. To his surprise, his own desperation aroused him and he gasped. "Gah!" He watched himself in the mirror as his chest struggled to rise and fall. He flexed his stomach muscles and his dick bounced from seeing his own sexiness. But he was dying! The frustration was immesureable. He screamed through his sinched throat "Aaaargh!" and thrust his hips forward.

He knew an orgasm was building up inside him and it was as irresistible as death. He pumped the air, face flush with embarrassment and breathlessness. His chest tightened and he twitched., literally bouncing and swaying on the rope. He heard screams of pleasure from the audience. He raised his knees to his chest in one last attempt for air, and jumped. "Ah!" One tiny little gasp. His legs stretched downward and he arched his back. He was rock hard. He did this two more times, and just as he was about to cum, his rope was cut and he fell hard to the ground.

He flopped on the hardwood floor like a fish, convulsing in intense orgasm and sprayed everywhere. He inhaled roughly. Sucking in painful gulps of air. Long minutes passed until finally, he lay on his back, breathing heavily. The noose was still tight around his neck, but no longer killing him. He made no move to remove it.

The person leaned over him. "We have recorded everything that happened to you here. I give you two choices. One: You are free to go, but the recording will be sent to every single person you know, or two: You choose to die right here, right now, and the current single copy of your hanging will be destroyed."

The man gasped as his mind spun, still relishing in the afterglow of his pleasure. The very idea of his friends and family seeing him in any sexual state, let alone like this, was mortifying. Without putting too much thought into it, he blurted out "kill me now!"

The person nodded and drove a dagger into his stomach, so swiftly and with such force, his head bounced. His breath flew from his lungs and he wheezed for several seconds. Then he gurgled as blood bubbled out of his mouth. He looked down at his mortal wound and got hard again. He could not believe he was getting off on his own death. The pain was excruciating. Every little movement, every breath he took was pain as he squirmed on the floor. He tried to hold still but he could not help it.

He whimpered. The knife was left inside him and it moved along with his choppy breathing as his belly went in and out. He closed his eyes and he felt himself growing cold. He knew he was dying and there was absolutely no saving him now.

"That's it, just let it happen," he heard his killer say.

He fought for breath. Each attempt to suck in air was painful. His abdomen was on fire. His crotch felt completely swollen.

"You will die very soon now, just a few more minutes..."

At the prospect of their words, he came again. Some drips dribbled down his cock, and then he died.