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Death in the
Castle by TJNoose
I roll
over on the uncomfortable cot located on one side of small cell. I glance up
at the tiny barred window near the ceiling, which provides our only view
outside of the dank and ancient castle with its thick stone walls. I see the
sky is just beginning to lighten as our last night on earth is coming to an
end. I glance over
at you lying on the other cot across the small cell. You are snoring lightly
as you rest after our night of passion. The thought causes my cock to stiffen
again. I shuck off the dirty shirt and pants that have been my only clothes
for the last week, caged here as you and I await our date with the hangman. Naked, I move
across the small gap between our cots and I kneel beside you. I reach out a
hand and stroke your thick cock through the thin cotton of your pants. You
stir and open your eyes and you smile at me. "They will
come for us soon, my friend." I stroke you again. "This is what I
will miss the most after…" You nod and
peel off your pants, inviting me. I bend over and begin to tongue the tip of
your erect cock. "Your mouth around my cock is paradise," you
say. "Before Hell, it's
better to have some fun." I climb on top
of you and move around to give you access to my eager cock as I begin to
suckle and lick your member. I feel you take my rod into your mouth, which is
warm and soft. I feel your tongue lick the tender underside and nibble the
head lightly with your teeth. It is glorious. I moan with pleasure, thinking of our
many times together since I convinced you to leave the army to join our
partisan fight against the King's forces. I suck you down deep, your hairs
tickling my lips. The smell of your unwashed body is an aphrodisiac to me. You begin to suck
me frantically, now. "I want to taste your cum one last time," you
call out, "before we are hanged." I feel your hands pull my ass
cheeks apart, and one finger slides in.
That sends us over the top, and we both erupt with cream. I suck you
dry as I fill your mouth. You allow my
cock to leave the warm cave that is your mouth. "Mmm,
so good, so tasty." Your
finger continues to probe my ass, and you say, "We'll cum once more when
they hang us, but it just won't be the same." "Let me
feel your cock inside me one last time!" I move to the end of the cot,
my ass in the air inviting you to come in. I crave your stiff member invading
me once again. You lick my
ass, nibbling on my ass cheeks. I feel your tongue travel the length of my
crack, pausing briefly as you pass my puckered hole. "My cock
is stiff," I hear you say, and I know your horse-sized cock is ready to
do it's will.
I feel the head touch my asshole. "Ready, my friend? No mercy for
your ass!" "Give it
to me!" I press my ass toward you as I reach down and begin to stroke my
sticky cock. You push your cock into me, not slowly, but with an unrestrained
force. I jerk and moan, a sure sign to you that you have caused me both
pleasure and pain. You begin to pound my ass, ever harder and faster, just as
you know I like it. "Harder, harder, let me have it!" I cry out. You push with
all your strength, knowing that you damage as you please me, but my blood
will only make your cock slide in and out of me more smoothly. I know that
the pain is temporary—the hangman's noose will make sure of that. We've
done this enough times for you to know that the pain is part of the pleasure,
and I thrust back onto your cock. My mind is on the heaven you give me now,
not the hell we will soon endure on the gallows. I feel you lean
across my back as you pound my ass and say, "There will be a thick rope
around this fine neck, soon." With those words your cock seems to become
even harder and stiffer. The mention of
the noose drives me wild. "Grab me around the neck—let me feel you
like the rope!" You wrap your
long fingers around my throat as you continue to ravage my ass. "It will
be so!" you laugh. I fight for
air, and my cock erupts in my hand, soiling your dirty mattress one more time. My ass tightens around your pulsing
cock. I sense you
will soon cum, but your fingers tighten their grip on my throat. I gurgle as
I strain to take a breath. You seem to take such pleasure in robbing me of
life-giving air. Momentarily you
ease up on the pressure as your cock slams my ass like a blade stabbing deep
inside me. I begin to pass out as I feel you erupt. My ass clamps down on
your cock as if to squeeze every last drop from your heavy balls. You almost pass
out, the pleasure is so strong. You close your eyes as you slip your cock
from my ass. Your hands have left my throat and I gasp for air. I am tired
but happy. "It was
great, my friend, don't you agree?" I smile at you, nod and say,
"Let me rest a minute, and then it's your turn!" But there is no
time. Our jailers are unlocking the door at the end of the
corridor—they are coming for us. "Shit", you cry out, "I
wanted to feel your hands around my neck!" The heavy
wooden door to our small cell flies open. Five large and muscular soldiers line
up along the front wall of our cell, shoulder to shoulder. They are all
dressed in thick black leather, with heavy black boots and leather gloves to
match. The one in the center calls out, "Ready
to die, you scumbags?" The soldiers are laughing as they look at our
naked bodies, our cocks still engorged. They know what we have been doing.
The soldier on the end snorts a laugh and says, "They amused themselves,
these two faggots!" The leader
calls out, "On your feet, it's time for you to die!" We jump up
from your cot. I reach for my trousers lying on the floor, but he yells,
"No, you go as you are!" There is not even time to wipe the blood
and shit weeping from my ass. I suddenly realize that their leader is the man
you once shared your bed with, before you came over to our side. There is no
chance that they will go easy on us now, but you turn to me with a laugh and
say, "They're going to enjoy the show. I hope they do you first, my
friend, I want to enjoy your final dance." The soldiers
step forward and turn us to face each other. I steal a quick kiss on your
lips as they tie my hands behind my back. My cock is stiff again, brushing
against yours. They are tying your hands as well. You wince as they pinch the
skin with the rope, but they don't care. You smile at the dark marks your
hands left on my neck just minutes ago. "Here we go, Buddy!" Rough hands
push you out of the cell, one leather-clad soldier on each side. Others force
me to follow you into the corridor.
My eyes are on your hairy butt, with your hands lashed tightly above
your crack. They march us
down the hallway and through a door into the castle courtyard. We stop in
front of it, side by side. There is the gallows in front of us now. There are
two nooses hanging from the cross beam. You turn to look at me, but a guard
strikes you and yells, "Don’t turn, you bag of shit! Look at the
gallows where you will soon die." They force us
up the wooden steps. Your ass is just in front of my face. I lick my
lips. When we reach the top we
are in for a surprise. Yes, there are two nooses, but only one small trap
door. They move you onto the trap, with me right behind you. "We know
you faggots have been fucking every day and night since you were sentenced.
So you will enjoy this arrangement." They move me close behind you, and I
force my cock up your ass for the last time. You sigh with
contentment. They are doing this to humiliate us, but for both of us it's the
best end we can imagine. Under your breath you say, "I like the feeling
of your hard cock up my ass. We'll dance together, my friend." You
glance down at your cock, still soiled from its trip up my ass. You turn to
me and give me a wink. Then you turn to look at the commanding officer and
spit in his face. The officer
rears back and punches you hard in the belly. He is furious and grabs your
nuts in his gloved hand and gives them a hard squeeze. "You bloody,
bloody bastard! Wasn't it enough
that you turned against your country and your King? Now you turn on the man
you once called your lover?" "Fuck
you!" you yell back at him. "You loved your
damned government more than you ever loved me!" The leader
grabs one of the nooses and drops it over your head, pulling the noose very
tight, causing you to grunt in pain. "I will have the last laugh." he
says, "You will pay for all of your wretched deeds!" Another soldier
is tightening the second noose around my neck, echoing the feeling I had when
you clasped your hands around my throat. I begin to grind your ass. They wrap
a strong leather belt around our midsections, forcing our bodies even closer
together. You seem to lean back toward me. Your hands, pinned between our
bodies begin to rub the hairs above my stiff cock. You say, "Ready, my
friend? I couldn't think of a better way to leave this world." "If I
can't die in your arms, I'm happy to die up your ass. I'm ready!" The officer
moves off to the side, but my eyes are on the back of your head, just in
front of me. I strain to tongue your ear, close by the thick coiled noose.
You can feel my breath and then my tongue, and my cock, feeling bigger than
ever, continues to move in and out of your ass. With a laugh you cry out, "That
feels so good. I think tomorrow my ass will bleed!" "There is
no tomor…" The trap opens beneath us,
and together we drop. But the drop is short. We both feel
the ropes tightening, a thousand needles entering our necks. I try to
breathe, but I fail. We both begin to swing our legs around, trying to gain a
footing, but with my cock up your ass they just get tangled and we fail time
and again. I do manage to swing my legs around yours, allowing me to thrust
again and again. I feel your ass clasping my thick cock, making me feel twice
my normal size. Or is it just from the noose? I will never know. Your fingers
graze the root of my cock, as if to say you want me to reach higher and
higher into your cavity. We both continue to struggle against the tightening
nooses, but I feel a surging stream in my groin, growing stronger as I grow
weaker, and I finally spew my final cum up your ass in a frenzy of pleasure. You feel me
buck, and the struggle tightens your noose even more. Your back arches and
you squirt your last seed into the air and onto the floor of the scaffold. As the last of my
cum squirts up your ass, my bound wrists flail one last time as my last
conscious thought is one of pure pleasure. You are still
aware enough to feel my sperm fill your bleeding innards, and as you pass out
a stream of urine arches away from your body. The guards let
us hang for an hour. They wait as my ass relaxes, sending wet shit, cum and blood down my naked legs and into the
trough below us. When the time is done, they lower us onto a stretcher, carry
us out back and drop us into a single pit, forever linked with my cock up
your plugged ass. |
