Hanging Cowboys: another Panorama

Martin respected his cowboy elders. Edwin and Walter were legendary promoters of hanging cowboy panoramas. Martin speculated about what happened to them. He expected that lucky cowboys noosed them. Yes, he would follow in their footsteps promoting hanging cowboy panoramas. He knew of an excellent site fully equipped with hanging beams. Maybe they needed repair. His wish list included fresh nooses, pegs and cowboys to hang. He liked the way nooses adjusted to every sized neck and had no discrimination. He chose coarse haired nooses where the rope burnt into the neck flesh. Somebody recommended 3/4” raw hemp but it wasn’t always readily available. Hanging in Martin’s events was terminal. There was no escape once the cowboys were noosed and hanging above ground. Martin expected aroused cowboy cocks to have their final spurt.

Martin’s enthusiasm for cowboy hangings was supported by other members within and outside his local community. There were necktie buddies in particular.

Bruno and Manuel share a number of timber worker buddy favorites. They both stand over 6’ tall, have strong necks and prominent Adam’s apples. Their chests are both strong and smooth. On memorable occasions they fight together in necktie parties. They brooded over the idea of organizing a new necktie party during the whole of winter. The heavy snow kept them indoors in log cabins. They stepped forward a pace when Talbot visited their camp.

Talbot was a park ranger who had access to areas prohibited to the general public. He told them in particular about a site used many years ago for a necktie party. Legend states that the fighters’ cocks spurted in response to hanging from the timber gibbets. The location is very evocative as timber gibbets are still in place. The nooses are long gone. He can drive them to the site for a close inspection. He is unable to confirm or deny whether there have been recent necktie parties. Bruno and Manuel have a smirk on their face that suggests they took part in earlier necktie parties. Who knows where? In his travels throughout the extensive national park he met male hunters. They could very well be interested in a necktie party. The key question is whether participants would be turned on by fighting on ground where men hung men and sometimes castrated one another.

There is another way to describe the event namely a reenactment. Military groups reenact battles. Why not timber workers reenacting necktie parties?

The timber workers had a long weekend coming up. On one of these free days Talbot will drive Bruno and Manuel to the timber gibbets site. They need to consider what supplies they need such as nooses; suppliers usually require payment in advance before delivering them. He recommends the firm of West Supplies. Ask for Martin and mention Talbot’s name. The firm has a discrete business which handles necktie party events. Martin has a considerable track record in mustering willing men. If time permits he will drive them from the site to the firm’s warehouse for a preliminary chat. The timber firm they work for has, on confidential occasions, advanced payment for necktie party participants.

Talbot suggested that necktie party dress be restricted to boots, chaps fully open to expose cocks and balls, caps and bandanas. Remove shirts on arrival at the location. Bruno got a word in. Come on: examine each other’s necks. Men who hang men get deep satisfaction. Talbot pulled Bruno’s shirt collar back to expose the neck. Your neck is very hairy. I’m sure Martin will find a barber or two to shave the participant’s necks. The nooses cut easily into the freshly shaved neck flesh. Martin may stipulate that all participants have a neck shave. A lineup of customers in the barber’s shop gives away the secret that a necktie party is afoot. No matter: men living in this district know their p’s and q’s.

Manuel’s neck had a telltale scar. Bruno explained that he rescued Manuel during a previous necktie party. In this particular party rules permitted buddy rescues which interrupted hangings; some necktie parties specify a point of no return when the noose is securely tied around the neck. The aggressor pulled the manual noose such that it scarred Manuel’s neck but was unable to heave him above the ground. This was partly because Bruno rescued Manuel. Bruno noosed, heaved the beefy aggressor and secured the necessary ropes to the ground. Both Bruno and Manuel watched the aggressor’s cock harden and then shoot cum profusely.

Talbot wore a regulation short sleeved shirt. Thick hair juts above the shirt collar. Manuel ran his right hand across the back of Talbot’s neck. A noose would give Talbot a lift. Talbot gives them enthusiasm and cooperation for the proposed necktie party. Bruno and I must persuade him to join in.

Randy, Talbot’s work buddy, shared Talbot’s curiosity about the necktie party site. His fetishes extended further from hanging to castrating men. The ideal party would include both activities. In a civilized world Randy would be a weightlifter; in the feral world of a park ranger Randy is a loose cannon. He is itching to spread-eagle men and do them over. Yes, he practiced with sharp blades but he doesn’t discuss it with Talbot. In his estimation Talbot is a conventional cowboy carried away with a wild west mission—The wild west of his erotic imagination does not exist any longer. By comparison Randy owns a few blades which have been covered in blood on special occasions. He especially liked folklore stories of gelding horse rustlers in the ‘good old days’.

West Supplies had a simple, timber, warehouse in town. The owners closed down the fancy shop after a botched robbery. During the fracas three robbers and two staff members shot each other dead. Arthur, the town sheriff, considered various conspiracy theories about who was ultimately responsible for the attempted robbery. There were a number of rural properties a considerable distance away from the town. The animosity and dirty fights between the would-be cowboys was hardly a secret. Arthur decided to stage a necktie party. This was partly to cull the brawling would-be cowboys but also to satisfy a personal obsession. Hanging men was a punishment he enjoyed to the nth degree. He envisaged would-be cowboys and other men from the district taking part. The rural property owners must nominate fighters. Otherwise, he knew that Martin from West Supplies could rope in willing fighters.

The first hanging

Martin anticipated a problem motivating the visitors to the necktie party site. In truth the men were there to hang other men. Some men are content to watch for the moment. For this reason Martin had collected hang fodder men for the party; critics confirmed that these men were too ruggedly handsome to avoid stringing up.

Both Martin and Sheriff Arthur accepted the fact that eventually a posse of cowboys would noose them. They preferred nooses made out of thick rope. They relished the moments when cowboys gasped for breath as the nooses tightened. It was no secret: their cocks were aroused and fully visible. They wore chaps fully open at the front to expose their cocks and balls. It was great when their cocks spurted in response to the hangings. They differed in one respect. Sheriff Arthur was prepared to let necktie buddies rescue each other--indeed he had let Bruno rescue Manuel in an earlier necktie party. By contrast Martin was surprisingly authoritarian: he relished cowboy cocks spurting, faces going purple and tongues jutting out. Whenever he was in charge of a necktie party the hangings were terminal. In other respects sheriff Arthur and Martin insisted on barbers shaving necks in preparation for the noose: it was a harmless fetish but it gave work and satisfaction to stray barbers.

This time Martin stipulated that the buddy barbers, Gerald and Ringer, and their apprentice, Joe, must join in. Joe, the apprentice, was sucked in by the prospect of hanging men oblivious to the fact that he himself was a prime target. The two barbers were veterans of previous necktie parties so they had no illusions. On the other hand they secretly enjoyed hanging men; Joe disappointed them--he was reluctant to share his cock. If indeed Joe hung in the necktie party participants might at last see his cock spurt. It would be a bonus if a cowboy fucked Joe’s arse during the necktie party.

Sheriff Arthur was prepared to listen to special requests from cowboys within the community. These ranged from discipline punishments such as tar and feathering to executions. Where ever possible offenders were channelled into events such as the necktie parties.

Sheriff Arthur complicated proceedings: he required fighters to pay an entrance fee. This was partly to defray expenses but to add psychological motivation to taking part. Whenever cowboys paid money for something this gave the “something” value for them. Many of the cowboys whom Martin would include in a hanging panorama event had little or no money. Maybe Ralph, a former bank teller, would arrange “credit” for them. For instance, in return for “credit” they enlist in a designated group. The organisers manipulate this designated group into hanging fodder.

Ralph’s banking career ended when the bank was robbed. After the robbery Head Office shut the branch down. The robbers shot dead two of Ralph’s banking colleagues during the raid. Ralph was extremely hurt as one of them was a fuck buddy. Sheriff Arthur hunted down, captured, tried and hung the robbers. He erected a gallows beside the bank premises. Martin did the honors in noosing, raising the robbers aloof and securing them above the ground. He had already exposed his cock and balls. The Sheriff ordered the cowboy spectators to open up their pants and pull out their cocks. Now they could see that the Sheriff had exposed the robbers’ cocks. The Sheriff pulled out his own cock and beckoned the cowboy spectators to wank during the hangings. In true form the robbers’ cocks spurted in response to their hanging. Martin liked the pleasure of spurting in a group in specific response to hanging. Ralph found the experience cathartic. Subsequently Ralph warmed to participating in a hanging cowboys reenactment; he had lost his fuck buddy and could concentrate on hanging cowboys.

Sheriff Arthur made Ralph’s day when he outlined the plan for the forthcoming necktie party. Their agreed that the entrance fee included neck shaving. They would pay the barbers a fixed amount. Ralph suggested they print a simple ticket with a drawing of a noose but no incriminating details. He could sell the tickets within the barber shop. That way he could see who had the neck shaving ready for the noose. A group price? Why not?

The sticky question was how to include the male hunters. Somebody had to spread the word to them. They may not have any cash for a ticket payment. Another group for credit?

Sheriff Arthur ordered two low lying piss tanks from West Supplies. Martin would know what he had in mind. The tanks had to be big enough so that a cowboy could lie down. Then the cowboys would piss over him. It was too bad if somebody wanted to shit.

The park rangers Talbot and Randy called into the Sheriff’s office as ordered. The Sheriff answered their necktie party dreams. They would be taking part. The three of them would inspect the site and assess repairs. Did they have any friends interested in being an active player in a necktie party? They immediately thought of Bruno and Manuel. Ralph will give your friends a special discount.

Talbot envisaged the necktie party as a re-enactment because the site was the location for a previous necktie party. The public had no official access to this part of the park. Any strays would be stripped accordingly and thrown into the action. Some of the timber frames required replacing. The actual gallows beams looked steady enough to handle the weight of hanging men. The Sheriff could see that the main area required new raised platforms. It was easy to install fittings such as pegs. Estimating the number of nooses was a job for Ralph with the banking skills. They needed to be flexible and relate ticket sales to the final tally.

The Sheriff’s imagination for a necktie party focussed on strong men hunting, capturing and dragging men to the gallows. Once upon a time necktie parties were restricted to few hangings. The Sheriff considered group hangings more fulfilling. He chuckled at the prospect of the paperwork necessary to write off the bodies. He had a contract with a funeral company; they had an unofficial section which specialised in the removal and disposal of bodies. The manager demanded payment in advance; they would get nothing if the Sheriff was hung during the necktie party. Accounting procedures were lax in the Sheriff’s department. The Sheriff was able to fund his pet project without scrutiny.

Randy’s sexual wishes emphasised hunting, capturing strong men but then spread-eagling them between posts or pegging them to the ground. He and like-minded hunters could then use their knives. It was always a pleasure cutting off cocks. He envied the cowboys who owned purses made out of cut off balls. These were highly prized within the male community. He had the outrageous idea that Ralph could take orders from the ticket buyers. Meanwhile, he had to approach the Sheriff whose practical steps make things possible.

Talbot presented Martin with the outline of necessary repairs and a list of items to be ordered. The quantity may increase. The Sheriff’s office will pay the bill for contractors to do the construction work; however, the Sheriff was hoping that these construction workers stay on as active participants. He would give them free tickets as a bonus of employment. Martin would have to assess exactly how many construction workers would be on the payroll. As an afterthought Martin could ask them to frankly nominate their sexual dispositions. It’s helpful to know whether they want to fuck and/or suck, behave as an exhibitionist or do something else like Randy.

Rainy weather slowed down the rebuilding. A low-lying area beside the entrance turned into a mud bowl. That suited four of the construction workers who wallowed in the mud. Washing facilities were primitive so they tended to keep the mud on. A gruff immigrant with an Italian surname Spero took charge of the ten construction workers. He kept the mud wallowers working in the nude. Martin was shrewd: he knew the repairs could be done with less workers but it was a way of enlisting active participants. There was an additional cost: the Sheriff stipulated that participants wear chaps cut open at the front. Martin had to arrange a clean up followed by a visit to the clothing store as well as the barbers. The clothing store was happy to supply the specific chaps. The budget didn’t extend to fresh boots. The muddy boots were washed outside. At last Martin got to see Spero’s big cock and massive balls. It was appropriate that the construction workers were led by the man with a big cock. The size of the manly workers’ cocks was acceptable. Three had bullsized balls: Martin had a thing about bull-sized balls.

Spero pointedly remarked that Martin could try on a new pair of chaps open at the front. The salesman measured Martin around the waist, pulled down his jeans and went to select a pair of chaps. Everybody in the shop could now inspect Martin’s cock and balls. The cock was thick and heavy: a cocksucker would need a wide open mouth. One worker envied the balls which he would remove with his sharp knife when the opportunity presented itself. The salesman deliberately took his time but returned with the chaps and a special belt. The centre badge showed a noose. The salesman knew exactly that these customers would be going to a necktie party. It was a pity that he had to stay behind and mind the fort so to speak. A few customers requested an opening in the backside. The salesman was a constant fucker so he knew what cocks required to enter the arse hole.

They lined up at the barbers wearing the new chaps but carrying their old clothes. The apprentice Joe was taken aback with the twelve customers arriving at once. Gerald and Ringer took it in their stride. The barbers continued shaving necks for the noose. It was a valuable lesson in distraction: every neck was now prepared for a noose to tighten and burn through the flesh. Cocks would be aroused. Tongues would hang out. " Martin had paid the barbers a lump sum so they were able to order into stock a few extra items. Three workers sat down in the barbers’ chairs. The first surprise was that their arms were bound to the arm rests. Then the barbers opened up tins of a black boot polish.

The others laughed when the barbers blackened the captive cocks and balls with a brush. Then the barbers shaved the necks ready for the noose. By request the barbers would cut and trim their beards and hair. Spero took the initiative: he handed out tins of polish plus a brush to the others who were waiting. Martin succeeded in blackening a worker with bullsized balls. The worker reciprocated; Martin expected this. His cock and balls soaked up the polish. The others were reluctant to take on Spero but the apprentice Joe had no qualms. He interrupted cutting the hair on the worker in the chair, bravely walked up to the astonished Spero and brushed the big cock and balls properly. Spero’s immediate reaction was to seize the tin, dip his hand into the black polish and apply it to the apprentice’s cock and balls. Joe’s cock liked the polish; the worker in his chair got annoyed because he was bound up and unable to blacken any balls. The barbers had anticipated blackening all these cocks and balls as a bonus. They had a washroom with small water tubs, a primitive soap and fresh towels. The black boot polish leaked over the side of one worker’s chaps.

He could live with the advertisement to blacken his cock and balls. Spero commented that Gerald and Ringer would do a better job if their cocks and balls were blackened too. Of course, they were wearing ordinary jeans. Two workers pulled down the jeans to their boots. The barbers’ cocks and balls looked good coloured black.”

Ralph arrived at the barber shop when the workers were cleaning up in the washroom. He had a notebook and pen. They could nominate their preferred sexual activity. They could give him a nickname if they wished. Men who took cock up the arse were sometimes reluctant to admit it to all and sundry. By comparison cocksuckers expected jibing. The information could prove useful. On the other hand they had earnt a ticket to the liveliest, manly, necktie party. Here was the ticket. Keep it in safe keeping.

Martin and Spero rough handled Ralph back into the barber chair room.

“What are you doing?”"

They pulled down his jeans. He knew what they were going to do. He was slightly embarrassed as his cock swelled up."

“No. Don’t blacken my balls,” he cried."

Spero was almost an old hand by now. He ignored the brush, stuck his paw into the tin and grasped the balls. The cock progressed to the full erect position."

Martin commented that Ralph was responding to the attention. Martin dipped the brush deeply into the tin, applied it slowly to the cock."

“See. The cock likes it.”

Spero moved his hand under the cock, got Martin to apply another coating with the brush and then pulled hard. Ralph’s blackened cock spurted onto the floor. The three of them returned to the wash room and cleaned up. This broke the ice for Ralph who had lost interest in sex when his partner was killed. It was unexpected.

Gerald the barber insisted that he shave Martin and Ralph. Martin commented that during the ticket selling phase Ralph and the barbers could wear the open front chaps within the barber shop. The bare necks acted as an advertisement to the broader male community. The word spread. At first a trickle then a steady flow of prospective ticket buyers lined up to see Ralph. He rejected anybody underage. The rural property owners were prepared to sponsor disposable cowboys but drew the line at underage juniors. These cowboys thought the free tickets were for services rendered. It was only after the visit to the barbers that apprehension set in. They passed through the apprehension phase and warmed to the necktie party invitation. At the very least they could wear the open front chaps they wore regularly.

The Sheriff made many enemies. Was any man prepared to challenge him during the necktie party? The answer is yes. A cowboy drove to the town, called in on Martin at West Supplies and discussed the matter. The cowboy’s Boss was prepared to bring along a posse of necktie party enthusiasts. The Sheriff was their hanging target. Any other hangings would be a bonus. Martin explained that the barbers would be on site at the entrance. The rule was that all necks must be shaved. It would save hanging time if the posse could visit the barber’s shop in advance. As for the ticket sales Ralph would be prepared to travel out to the boss’s homestead. There would be a group discount on the ticket price. He would like a first name list plus any specific sexual interests. For instance there might be a specialised spread-eagling group. The Sheriff had ordered supplies including a souvenir knife. These would be a memento to take home from the necktie party. Martin asked the cowboy what he wanted out of the necktie party. He said he liked fucking targets as the noose tightened beyond the point of no return. He was a veteran of two necktie parties. He looked forward to the third. How soon? Martin volunteered the information that a group of timber workers would be taking part. They were mostly very tall and capable of hoisting targets with ease. The re-enactment was of a previous timber worker necktie party. Those taking part enjoyed it so much that their tales inspired a generation following them in the timber industry.

Martin returned to the site the next day to see what progress had been made by Spero and his workers. They were working naked as they had washed their muddy jeans and wanted to keep the open front chaps fresh for the event. Spero was difficult and demanding; he thought that the gallows had to be tried out with real hangings. Martin attempted to sweet talk him by claiming he would pass the message on to the Sheriff. In fact the county prison pen held four prisoners awaiting death row. The Sheriff would be happy to execute them well before their execution date. The Sheriff assembled Talbot, Randy, Martin, Spero and the workers next day. The guards escorting the prisoners saw “nothing”.

Spero was unsure about the stability of the main raised foot platform. His uncertainty proved correct. The fixed position nooses were fitted neatly around the necks of the four prisoners. Four workers stood on the platform as they fucked the prisoners. Three workers stood on the ground in front of the prisoners; their instructions were to suck but get a facial. Randy chose the last prisoner because he had the biggest balls. Randy took his time whilst the hanging took its course. Immediately after the cock spurted Randy cut off the cock and balls with his designated knife. The fuckers toppled forward when the plank gave way. The hanging prisoners swayed back and forth with legs thrust into the air. The three workers certainly got a full facial. The noose has a way of bringing up sperm.

The Sheriff was slightly annoyed that the quality of the work was suss. The gallows needed to be firm enough to handle group hangings. Heaven help Spero if there was another platform collapse. The guards needed help removing the bodies from the gallows and transporting them back to the morgue. The Sheriff had used up his stock of regulation body bags. As he had paid the funeral directors to remove bodies from the necktie event he wasn’t too worried that the resupply of body bags was delayed. The guards helped themselves to the remaining cocks and balls with the Sheriff’s permission.

The Sheriff saw Randy in action today but he was unconvinced that the necktie party required a spread-eagling subsection. The reports compiled from Ralph in conjunction with ticket selling suggested that any sexual activities would be pretty standard. Why haven’t the pissing tanks arrived? Martin was put on the spot and had no answer. Wild pissing in timber camps and parks was almost routine. The reason why the Sheriff insisted on pissing tanks was to satisfy wet fetishes. He enjoyed the company of cowboys who pissed over one another. Martin wasn’t in this league.

The barbers were concerned that too many feral outsiders would turn up on the day needing a neck shave. Their opinion of Joe, the apprentice, improved. Blackening a few cocks and balls was lighthearted fun contrasting with the prospect of a deadly necktie party. The barbers let Joe stock up for a repeat: ticket customers who arrived at a preannounce time went straight into a back room. Blackening balls and cocks was one way of filling in waiting time. The mood was extended when the barber shaved their necks as they sat in the chair with blackened cock and balls.

The Sheriff may have been top dog in this tiny town but he wasn’t the leader capable of handling the forces. The man’s man leader was resident within the timber complex. His name was Victor, appropriate for the forthcoming necktie party. The timber workers looked up to him because he was physically and mentally strong. He was tall with a barrel chest. He was generous with his cock. Many of the workers took his cock up their arse. He played no favourites. His dark passion was hanging men; he loved the hunting, the capturing, the noosing, the hoisting and the critical moments as the target went through standard procedures. He felt no need to fuck the target unlike other participants. The problem was he didn’t know who would fight on his side. He had heard on the bush telegraph that the boss of an outer homestead was putting together a posse. The precise target must be the Sheriff.

Bruno and Manuel approached Victor. They knew he was as passionate about hanging men as they were. It was time for the timber workers to consolidate forces to maximize targets and minimise casualties. In truth the dice were loaded to hang as many men as possible. Broadly speaking three separate groups would be present on the hanging field. This gives the fighters a range of targets many of whom are unknown to each other. Victor enjoyed hanging unknown men: all they needed was a neck fitted with a noose. He preferred to noose them with cock and balls intact but after the last breath, well, the sharp blade of his knife worked efficiently.

Victor decided to seek out the park rangers Talbot and Randy for more information about the hanging site. He found Talbot somewhat matter-of-fact. By contrast he took a shine to Randy, took the initiative, found Randy’s knife, unsheathed it and smiled directly at Randy’s face. They understood each other. Talbot was surprised to see the two of them pull out their cocks for inspection. They grabbed each other by the balls. Nice feeling

Victor positioned the blade under Randy’s balls.

“There’s bound to be somebody wanting to cut off these balls.”!

Randy replied: “If I have my way they will be spreadeagled and bound so that I can cut off their balls”.

Randy’s cock responded too quickly.

“Oh shit. Catch the cum on the knife.”

Victor moved the knife into place so that the cock splashed over it. Nice vanilla taste! Victor held up Randy’s knife, licked part of the cum but then spread it across Randy’s lips. Randy reciprocated by pulling Victor’s cock off. This may have been a vanilla encounter but, of course, it was a prelude to a deadly sexual adventure.

Talbot kept a straight face and a limp cock but he liked seeing them pull each other off. His passion remained firmly in hanging men. Now that the hanging site was being repaired he became fidgety about details such as the number of nooses required. The Sheriff and Martin had that detail well and truly taken care of. The barber had shaved Talbot’s neck which identified him as a participant in the hanging event.

Victor and his entire timber workers wanted one or two of the barbers to visit them on site. He was prepared for Ralph, the banker, to escort the barber(s) provided the timber workers got a group rate on the ticket price. Victor shrewdly offered return transport, and basic facilities including hot water. The barber(s) might even play with a timber worker of choice. When all is said and done they may not be around after the hanging event for such diversions. Ralph was demanding when he insisted on payment in full even at a group price. The alternative which many timber workers had to accept was to sign a contract to pay back the debt. In addition Ralph insisted that these workers have a brutal, military style, close haircut. The Sheriff via Ralph would be paying winners of the hanging event a substantial reward. The debt would be written off in the event that the timber worker is hung.

Joe, the apprentice barber, who was now confident in a bold way drove up in the ute with Ralph in the front seat. They both wore chaps with an open front. Victor arranged a table for them to place clippers and other cutting implements. A small basin was full of hot water. The timber workers sat on a timber stool and salivated over Joe’s cock. The neck shaving took time. Joe asked them what they expected during the hanging event. They bragged as timber workers tend to do. Joe had considered joining the army when a recruiter came to town. For some reason or other the quota was full and he missed out until the next recruitment cycle. Nevertheless he admired military haircuts and was happy to cut civilians in this style. They would stand out in the melee of the hanging event.

Ralph may have been reticent but he was caught out in the piss room. A timber worker insisted that Ralph piss down past his pubic hairs. They both enjoyed it. By way of contrast Joe chose to be the sandwich between two timber workers with the military haircuts for a mutual fuck. Joe enjoyed both fucking and being fucked. It was a recent discovery! He realised he had been too standoffish in the past.

Martin had a number of disagreements with the Sheriff in the lead up to the hanging event. Firstly, the piss troughs arrived at the last minute. Secondly, it was difficult to estimate the number of feral outsiders turning up on the day. Two ventured into the barber’s shop in advance. The barbers were impressed with their thick cocks and big balls. They would spread the word about the hanging event but, no, they didn’t know exactly who would be turning up on the day. Thirdly, the souvenir knives cost more than originally quoted. The Sheriff may not have to issue as many souvenir knives as he estimated. He was meticulous about the nooses.

Ah! The nooses. The Sheriff wants the noose to slowly strangle the man to death. He prefers this to broken necks. The Sheriff wants cocks to erect, spurt for a final time and tongues to hang out.

The hanging event:

There was considerable confusion as no provision had been made for a vehicle parking area. Utility trucks (mostly) ploughed into the scrub. Martin realised something had to be done: he quickly assembled a sign. Please leave your keys in the car. He allocated a timber worker with the military haircut to meet and greet every arrival. Somebody could drive the vehicles away if the owners didn’t return.

Ralph, the banker, attracted interest for the wrong reasons. New arrivals wondered where he would keep cash collected on the day as well as the Sheriff’s promised bonus to be handed out at the end of the day’s activities. The concern was valid: there was little security visible. The Sheriff’s staff manned the fort back at the office as it were. The cohesiveness of the event was predicated on the willingness of arrivals to participate. In fact nobody lost his nerve; all participants had assessed their chances of survival fairly accurately long before they arrived. This gave the event a concentration of intention to maximise the dual pleasures of noosing and being noosed. A trunk holding the cash was buried beneath the main gallows area. The barbers plus the Sheriff were in the know in case Ralph was a casualty.

The so-called feral outsiders were numerous and joined the Boss cowboy group who were determined to target the Sheriff. Martin surprised everybody by assembling opposing groups for the purpose of a speech. He welcomed them. The fight was no-holes-barred with an important consideration. The Sheriff had gone to a lot of trouble to provide the hanging site. Every man here could stipulate the hanging was his first priority. That means that even when a cock is thrusting up his arse he can state “hanging” for the next round. Is that clear? It was ludicrous to expect sex to be safe. A few cowboys heckled him. Fucking, sucking and milking cocks was the starting point. Take part in so called niche activities but even here the ultimate goal is to noose players. For those so-minded there was a small area for spread-eagling beside the piss trough. Jump into the piss trough if you wish to. This was the first public occasion when an assembled group saw Martin’s cock and balls.

A few bystanders thought that they were worthy of a castration knife; other bystanders saw him standing tall with a shaved neck. A noose would fit nicely around his neck; the subsequent no-drop hanging would give his cock plenty of time to spurt for the last time. As it happens the hangings today would be all no-drop to avoid broken necks. That’s not to say that some men would restrain themselves from strangling targets. Martin took the assembly on a tour of the site. He pointed out the piss troughs which were big enough to climb into. The cups beside the buckets full of clear water are to shared and reused. Beyond Ralph had his pet project: in the end he had to compromise. The wooden railings were chest high; the fittings enabled spread-eagling whilst standing upright. Whipping was possible from both directions. In addition the targets’ cocks and balls were fully exposed for attention. Ralph provided whips and knives. There were no limits to the whippings which could be as cruel as possible. The knives were to be used to slice off cocks and balls. Period! No other dice!

Martin highlighted Spero and his gang of builders when the assembly arrived beside the hanging area. The gibbets and the nooses in place were the dreams of hangmen. The area underneath and beside the nooses was strictly a killing zone. Every man is there to kill and be killed. Survival is a bonus. The noosings are the primary concern. There will be bystanders who wish to stroke their cocks whilst they watch. Other men will insist on fucking the bystanders up the arse. Unless the men invoke “hanging” as the main preference they can strangle each other. Another option is slicing off cocks and balls, shoving them into mouths and deliberately choking them. Be aware that it takes time to finish them off and they may chuck up lots of spew.

Martin concluded by leading them back to the buckets of water and the piss troughs. The Sheriff took his turn for a short speech. He wore a new pair of leather chaps fully exposing his cock and balls. A few onlookers imagined him choking on his cock; others would be satisfied when he was noosed and strung up above the ground.

The beginning of a hanging panorama is always the most difficult. Men resist missing out of seeing lots of hangings. In other words they don’t want to be the first casualty. One of the builders suggested a warm-up scrum. Instead of locking arms around shoulders the arms are locked into necks on both sides. The objective is to apply pressure to the point where the player loses consciousness and falls down. The scrum is a manly test of arm strength. The builder called for volunteers. Two men from the Boss cowboy group, two feral outsiders, two timber workers, a staffer who wasn’t supposed to be there from the Sheriff’s office joined the builder. For want of a better description the scrum formed a circle. The builder separated the players so that the targets on either side represented different groups. Martin insisted that this take place in the killing zone in front of the hanging installations. Also, he acts as an umpire with a whistle to start.

Martin blows the whistle. The men position both arms on the necks on either side of them. It takes awhile before their arms can apply pressure. They start to feel light-headed, have a jolt which results in stronger pressure. It feels good. Their breathing becomes difficult. The process is slow and almost gentle. Two men have a panic attack and try to break away. The scrum does not consider panic attacks manly behaviour. The scrum members spontaneously stop the scrum and tackle the necks of two renegades from both directions. The player from the Boss cowboy group took great pride in choking the outsider from the front; the staffer choked the timber worker from the front. Victor from the timber workers group was dismayed to see his fellow worker chicken out. Sheriff Arthur was annoyed to see his staffer but pleased he had survived so far. The builder didn’t ask the scrum; he regrouped them around the dead bodies. Martin blew the start whistle again and implored them to apply stronger pressure to the different necks. Two lost their footing and tripped over the bodies. The builder ensured that the pressure on their necks was intensified; he got so carried away he overlooked the pressure on his own neck. It was true that he regularly choked a buddy. There was nothing unusual about that but this time there were no limits. He forgot. The second player from the Boss cowboy group grasped the builder on his right and an outsider on the left. The outsider was pleased that his arm strength was built up in the fields. The builder as well as the outsider took great pleasure in applying scissors pressure. The Boss cowboy gurgled for air, faintly called “No! Stop!” The builder tried to take a deep breath. The timber worker caught his neck at that precise moment. The scrum collapsed in a heap. The Sheriff thought it fitting that the breathing members of the scrum be noosed properly with full respect. And so it was carried out. Six bodies hung like mascots as an inspiration. The remaining two bodies were left on the ground for the moment. It was a nice touch for the builder to test the gallows he had built. Shame about the staffer.

Buddies Bruno and Manuel scored two Boss cowboys for a classic noosing. The two Boss cowboys fought vehemently. The nooses burnt into their newly shaven necks. Once Bruno and Manuel launched them off the platform the cowboy boots waved in the air. Both Bruno and Manual enjoyed the sight of the cocks slowly erecting. It seemed ages before the tongues came out. Here it comes: the cocks spewed. Nice work. The two Boss cowboys had buddies too. They were expected to avenge their hanging buddies. Bruno and Manual were not easy targets but eventually the next two Boss cowboys noosed them. It is one thing to tighten the noose around their necks, and it is another thing to secure the nooses tightly. Done! Buddies Bruno and Manuel swung off the platform. They had no other option but to enjoy their own hangings. They were pleased that their cocks behaved properly. They spewed for the last time in a splendid display. Then they lost consciousness.

By chance these two Boss cowboys were noosed together in the next round. That’s the way it goes. Two men watched as they manhandled their erect cocks. Their chaps were not slip open in the backside; consequently it was awkward for two outsider brutes to undo the belts and pull down the chaps. Next step was to give their own cocks a prod then insert them into the arses. Obviously the arses were well-worn as the cocks thrust right in! The two men enjoyed the spectacle of the hanging of Bruno and Manuel whilst the welcome cocks thrust inside them. They still preferred “The noose please.” The two brutes grabbed them by the neck and dragged them across to the hanging platform. They fastened two nooses around the necks. It took awhile to peg them into position. In this case the two brutes pushed them off the platform. The nooses tightened as their legs swayed into space. The two brutes didn’t mind when two fresh men put the exposed cocks into their mouths to swallow the spew. The reason they didn’t mind was that they could see another two men with loose nooses poised behind them. Yes. Whilst the two fresh men swallowed the spew the two men behind them positioned the nooses firmly around their necks. It required considerable strength to pull the two noosed men onto the handing platform. Then, they needed help to fix the nooses properly. Everybody was in a helpful mood. In turn they were fucked up the arse as they swung out from the platform.

Spero had repaired the main raised hanging platform. However, the next hanging platform collapsed under the weight of these heavy cowboys fucking as the launched noosed targets. This interruption enabled the group to take a piss break. Fortunately, Spero kept the building tools onsite and assembled six builders to carry out the work. The scrum organiser was hanging. Where were the missing two builders?

It turned out that they were part of a small whipping group. Ralph provided the leather whips but kept out of the whipping. A timber worker persuaded the other four participants that they would whip each other from all directions. They would not be spreadeagled or bound in any way. The whippings would start gently but intensify. There were no whipping limits. This was great but the first two to call a halt would be hauled away for hanging by the remaining three. That was a fair agreement. Ralph was surprised at the degree of pain they were comfortable with. The first two to call a halt were a builder and another timber worker. It was tough that the first timber worker and other builder had to hang their colleagues but that was the agreement.

A scruffy outsider approached Randy. He was direct. He grasped Randy’s cock and balls firmly with his right hand.

“Nice shaft. What do I have to do to cut off cocks and balls around here?”

Ralph returned the compliment and grasped the scruffy outsider’s cock and balls.

“I would position the knife here at the base of the cock shaft. We could swap cocks. How about it? Seriously there are three spread-eagling fixtures. Two fixtures were in the upright position, one only on the ground. The whole point of spread-eagling targets here today is to slice off their cocks and balls.”

“Would this knife do the job?”

“The Sheriff has supplied souvenir knives with a sharper blade. Use the souvenir and keep both knives for future use.”

“How do we arrange an old-fashioned circle jerk with knives?”

“The Sheriff’s priority is to maximise hangings. Ask him. I will take you over to him now.”

Martin’s insistence on having piss troughs big enough to climb into was justified. Three men enjoyed the splashing. They didn’t expect to drown in the piss but that’s what happened. Three timber workers seized the men by the neck and forced the heads under the piss. They swallowed the piss, gurgled, tried to chuck up and swallowed more piss. The drowning took a few minutes. They were unable to claim hanging rights.

The Sheriff fully expected outsiders to share a pronounced interest in cutting off cocks and balls. It went with the rural territory. He preferred this to happen strictly in the killing zone where targets were hanging. The circle jerk could work if the ending was an old-fashioned hanging. He guessed that Randy would want to lead such a circle jerk.

He addressed the men around the piss troughs.

“I ordered a souvenir knife to supplement whatever knife you have brought today. Martin will be handing them out in the hanging area. The knife is yours to keep if you return home. Meanwhile Randy is calling for volunteers for a circle jerk with knives. In keeping with today’s hanging theme losers will be hung. Good luck!”

Ten or even fifteen minutes went by before the scruffy outsider returned with his buddies and three targets in tow. The outsiders were fussy about the size of cocks and balls they intended to slice off. In other circumstances the chosen targets would be flattered that their cocks and balls inspired such attention. The chosen targets had not opted for hanging; on the other hand they were not happy to be captured for unknown treatment. Oh shit! They were spreadeagled. Their cocks and balls were totally exposed. The scruffy outsiders were happy to take their time toying, teasing and pulling off the cocks. It’s just that the chosen targets were alarmed when the outsiders unsheathed the souvenir knives as well their cocks might be. The souvenir knives looked the part. Randy would send a thank you letter to the manufacturer. Of course, the letter would never be written as the sharp blades would do an excellent job on Randy later. Randy assisted the outsiders in swapping the cock heads. It was more interesting to choke the targets rather than let them bleed to death.

The outsiders coped with the gagging and spewing. The choking took a few minutes. Randy reminded the outsiders that he was calling for volunteers for the circle jerk with knives.

The piss break plus a drink of water refreshed the participants. The initial excitement, fear etc wore off. They concentrated now on targeting individuals and groups. It was no secret that the Boss wanted the Sheriff to hang. Only his cowboys knew who and where he was namely in their midst ready to fight to the death. The nature of powerful men was to be surrounded by underlings. Today the casualties would be high.

Spero and his six man team had restocked and recycled nooses where possible. Now that the hanging platforms were back in working order there would be pressure for them to join in. The Sheriff liked participants to see hanging mascots but he also liked them tripping over bodies as obstacles. Some of the timber workers were extremely clumsy. Three of them fell over and ripped their leather chaps in the backside. They decided to take them off completely. They were exhibitionists and happy to flaunt their cocks and balls. That was all very well but they overlooked the point of the hanging panorama. Their necks had the telltale shave. It was only a matter of time before all three necks sported nooses. In fact they enjoyed their hanging. The cocks spewed profusely. Four men clapped. They liked that before they lost consciousness. Victor was concerned at the dwindling numbers of timber workers but he also figured out who the Boss cowboy was.

The Boss cowboy had a thick hairy chest, lots of pubic hair and a big thick cock. His balls were large enough to qualify as bull-sized. His shoulders were rock solid. The arms were genuinely muscle strength. The face was shaven but he wore a moustache. The barbers had done a good job when they shaved his neck. The whiteness of his neck skin contrasted with the prolific hair. He was protected by about six cowboys who would fight attackers to the death.

Joe, the apprentice barber, noosed an outsider. He slipped the noose over the outsider’s neck. He felt satisfaction as he tightened the noose and raised the outsider off the hanging platform. It took a bit of skill to fix the noose firmly into position. Then he easily swung the outsider into the air. He liked the way the outsider thrashed his feet around. He couldn’t see the outsider’s erect cock but that’s because a man from behind noosed him. His cock was already aroused and the balls tight. He expected the man to fuck him but it didn’t happen. The man grasped his cock and balls with a firm, right hand. Another man helped throw the noose over the gallows and fasten it. The noose burnt into his neck. He struggled for breath, got lightheaded and out popped his tongue. His hanging had advanced. Now the right hand pulled the cock until it spewed. Gerald and Ringer, the other two barbers, saw Joe’s hanging and cock spewing from a distance. They were with the Sheriff who was unprepared for the future assault. In truth the Sheriff was happy to be part of the hanging panorama. He may not have noosed any man yet but he was proud of his erect cock. The Sheriff rectified this within the next few minutes. An outsider challenged him. Fair enough! The outsider tried to strangle the Sheriff who reciprocated by dragging the outsider across to the hanging platform. Somebody returned a long favour to the Sheriff by helping out with a loose noose. It was tricky to find a spare spot on the gibbet—there were so many men hanging!

On the other hand Martin noosed two or three Boss cowboys. He was pleased that so many Boss cowboys turned up with willing necks. It helped that they had reasonably sized cocks and balls. He was able to step down from the hanging platform, face his targets and slice off their cocks and balls after they had spewed. He wasn’t sure what to do with them.

An outsider tackled Ralph the banker. Ralph wasn’t in good shape for such an encounter. However, Ralph enlisted some support. Two men noosed the outsider, beckoned Ralph to fasten the noose fixtures. The outsider swung and caught Ralph head first. The outsider’s erect cock slipped into Ralph’s mouth. Ralph gagged but the outsider wound his legs around Ralph’s shoulders for support. Ralph tried to gag again but this time he was in serious trouble. The cock was choking him. The two men saw what was happening and decided to let events take their course. The cock spewed into his mouth and added to his troubles. It didn’t matter that the outsider shortly lost consciousness. Tears ran down Ralph’s face but it was too late. He was locked in death with the outsider.

The Sheriff called a halt. In response to demand men with primed cocks and big balls could assemble for a circle jerk. Martin would hand them each a souvenir knife. Men were required to stand behind them, cheer them play and watch carefully. The Sheriff reassured everybody that this was more than a vanilla event. Whenever there was a successful hit the men removed the player to the hanging platforms and noosed him immediately. In turn, once the men were on the hanging platforms and completed their task, they could noose each other.

Two builders thought they would escape for the moment by volunteering for the circle jerk. It was true that their cocks were primed to spew. They thought they knew the rules but this time everybody was required to spew. They grasped the cock and balls beside them with one hand and the knife in the other. In turn the man on the right grasped their cock and balls. The point of grasping was to position the knife so that it cut right through the shaft. A second move required the knife to cut from under the balls. There was very little hacking as the blades were sharp enough. After the first knife thrust everybody could move around and slice other cocks and balls.

Randy was in his element even though the chances of survival were slim. The scruffy outsider who wanted to slice off his cock at the beginning of the shaft joined in with other colleagues. All in all there was a mixed bunch of participants for the circle jerk. Everybody was slightly nervous when they unsheathed the souvenir knives. Martin stood outside the circle looking in, had a whistle and agreed to blow it after all cocks had spewed. Martin asked the participants to shout out whilst their cocks were spewing. This added a sound dimension. The scruffy outsider positioned himself on the right of Randy. He fully intended to carry out his deepest wish.

The shouting out aloud was a good idea. It added to the suspense as the participants counted down to the whistle blast. Whereas the two builders were primed to spew quickly others took their time. The men standing behind them heckled. Eventually all the cocks spewed. Martin blew the whistle. The knives struck down on the grasped cock and balls. Was it a fair competition? Where a player had a firm grip on the cock and balls he had a good chance of success with the first knife thrust. It was kind of first blood as the shaft had to be cut into in greater depth. Then the players had the circle area in which to continue. None of the cocks and balls survived intact. That’s what the players wanted. The men standing behind enjoyed watching. The cocks of four men in particular spewed in unison as the players lunged with knives. On the whole the players took it in good spirit. One or two cried out in pain “Oh! It hurts”; one or two cried out “He’s cut my cock off!”; one or two cried out “Hang me soon!” The men standing behind were obliging and took them off to the nearby gallows.

Randy’s cock went straight into the mouth of the scruffy outsider who reciprocated. They then went off to the gallows. The nooses still worked but the hangers had to hold the cocks in place during the process. The Sheriff was genuinely pleased that Randy got what he wanted—namely a cut cock to send him on his way to cut cock land

Spero and his six builders thought that the timber workers were friendly. This wasn’t the case when it came to a hanging panorama. Spero was too thick to pick up on the skirmish between the Sheriff and the Boss cowboy. He and the six builders came between the Sheriff and the timber workers and the Boss and his cowboys. Two builders didn’t expect Gerald and Ringer, the two harmless barbers, to noose them in the classic way. They couldn’t believe it when the barbers pushed them off the hanging platform. The pressure on their neck was extremely painful as the noose cut right through the neck flesh. On the other hand their cocks jumped to attention. It was a huge relief when the cocks finally spewed and they lost consciousness.

Spero and now four builders realised they were in big trouble. They represented hanging fodder by belonging to neither side. The Sheriff already had harsh words to say about Spero given that the second hanging panorama collapsed and interrupted the hangings.

The five builders tackled five outsider targets. The tables were turned on three of them. Spero and one builder had top satisfaction when they noosed their targets. In fact it was so exciting that their cocks spurted in unison with the noosed targets. It was their turn for the noose. Two timber workers obliged—the bastards! Spero’s last thoughts were about the weight of all the hanging bodies on the installation. He was pretty heavy himself. The noose did a splendid job. His face went purple as he gasped for air. His cock had just spewed so that there was only a dribble. By comparison the cock of the other builder regained its erection and spewed for a second time. The timber workers were pleased.

The steadfast Talbot quietly went on his way, joined in hangings on the platform and somehow missed unfriendly attention. This was about to change as a Boss cowboy targeted him. Even the Sheriff had to admit that the Boss cowboys professionally hung their targets. The Boss cowboy confronted him on the platform, positioned and dug both hands into the shaven neck. Talbot attempted to retrieve his knife and use it on the cowboy. Nice try. The cowboy liked threats to his cock which stiffened. The cowboy choked Talbot for a minute, withdrew his right arm, grasped and positioned the fixed noose around Talbot’s neck. Next step was to tighten the noose. Before Talbot could say “hanging please” his legs were swaying in the air. The cowboy stopped him swinging long enough to grasp Talbot’s erect cock. Too easy! The cock spewed over his right hand. He collected as much as he could and then applied the spew onto his hairy chest.

Martin had forgotten that he too was a target. He was shortly to have some hair-raising adventures. Victor had regrouped the surviving timber workers in front of the hanging platforms. They attacked the Boss and his cowboys. This was brave but not enough to stop them capturing the Sheriff and dragging him across to the fixed nooses. There was nothing the Sheriff could do but enjoy his own hanging. His cock spewed in a spray of splendour. The Boss insisted on slicing off the spent cock and balls. As far as he was concerned he had achieved his objective in the hanging panorama. Victor had other ideas, led his timber workers on a final assault.

They used up the last of the loose and fixed nooses. Then they resorted to bare hands to choke one another.

Martin and the second barber Ringer were completely surrounded. They attempted to recycle two nooses but the cowboys took over and used them. Martin admitted to himself that his hanging was thrilling. His cock spewed and spewed after the day of the hanging panorama. Ringer realised that terminal sex turned him on. He saw the cowboy poised with the knife awaiting his cock to spew. He never felt the knife as he lost consciousness.

Victor had the thrill of challenging the Boss. The cowboys assumed that the Boss could handle himself in this encounter. It didn’t work out that way. The Boss’s cock was the immediate target. Victor grabbed the Boss’s cock and balls, instantly slashed the knife straight down on the shaft and then in an upward thrust cut off the big balls.

“No!”

It was too late. Victor shoved the thick cock into the Boss’s mouth. He then took his time choking the Boss. Victor was relieved that the Boss didn’t try to reciprocate with a knife. The cowboys were stunned and thought this was the end of the hanging panorama. It was time to pick up another souvenir knife and skedaddle.

It was just as well Gerald the first barber survived to collect the bank case full of cash. He knew that the Sheriff had prepaid the funeral undertakers to remove and dispose of the bodies. He was now the sole proud owner of the barber shop. However, he would be short of customers for the time being. He congratulated Victor and asked for his help over the next few days with all the arrangements. Maybe Victor could ask his surviving timber workers to collect loose cocks and balls. Also it would be a good idea to collect the souvenir knives. Who knows? They may be essential for future activities.

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