Pole Hanging for Science

Melissa flicked the switch on, flooding the basement with light as the CFL lamps buzzed with energy. It was bare, save for a single pole, a motorized winch, a drain, and a shivering young boy.

The kid had his arms tied behind his back, and his feet tied together. He wore only his jeans, his chest exposed to the elements. There was tape wrapped around his mouth, muffling his cries. He looked up at Melissa, his blue eyes wide with fear.

Melissa dropped the duffel bag she was carrying, knelt down and zipped it open. Rummaging through the bag, she took out a videocamera, a tripod and a several foot long line of rope. She set the camera up to face the pole, and switched it on. "The purpose of this video will be to show the physiological reactions of induced asphyxiation to an adolescent male", she explained to the camera.
Melissa turned her back to the camera and walked over to the boy.

"Specimen number one, caucasian male, age 14", she spoke as she grabbed the struggling lad and dragged him over to the pole. "Weight 110 lbs, height 5'3" Melissa continued as she grabbed the rope and quickly tied together a noose, which she promptly pulled over the kid's head, tightening the knot under his jaw. The boy closed his eyes and gave a muffled sob, tears running down his flushed, freckled cheeks.

Melissa took the loose end of the noose and pulled it through a hole drilled into the top part of the pole. She pulled it down and attached it to the winch. She gave it a hard tug for reassurance. The rope held tight.

She walked back to the boy and crouched beside him. With an uncharacteristic warmth, she gently ruffled his shaggy mop of brown hair. "Shhhh, don't be afraid" she cooed in his ear as he continued to whine through the tape. "You're giving your life to science, to a good cause". He shook his head frantically. Melissa placed a hand on his chest, savouring the strong, rhythmic beating of his heart. Such a strong, young body, it was almost a shame to end it. She rose to her feet and returned to the winch. Placing a finger on the power button, she breathed in, and pressed down.

The winch hummed as it turned on and began to pull the rope. The noose caught the boy's neck and tightened, causing his eyes to bulge as he was raised up the pole. Melissa waited until the boy was at the top before she turned the winch off. The room was silent again, save for the muffled grunts and squeaks coming from the slowly strangling teen.

Melissa watched, fascinated as the boy squirmed at the end of the rope. His firm stomach rose and fell, his ribcage visible underneath taut skin. Sweat poured off his twisting torso and limbs. Slowly, his face turned red.

There was something oddly sexual about the whole thing, she thought to herself. Her hand slipped underneath her skirt and began to rub as the boy brought his slim legs up to his chest and kicked furiously, his hands struggling to reach his neck.

Minutes passed and slowly the struggles began to die down. His face was now purple, with blood flowing down from his nostrils and dripping off his chin. A wet stain spread from his crotch down to the legs of his jeans as his bladder relaxed.

Melissa cautiously got up close and placed a hand on his chest. His heartbeat was faint, but still there, although she could tell he didn't have much longer left in him. Melissa undid his belt and zipped open his fly. She hooked her fingers around the belt loops and pulled his jeans down, revealing his urine soaked briefs. She pulled those down too, and exposed the boy's penis to the camera.

It was semi-erect, and she pulled back his foreskin, revealing the bulbous head. Melissa placed the tip against her lips and gave it a smooch, ignoring the acrid smell. A strangled groan emerged from the boy's throat. His penis twitched and pulsed as he grew fully erect. The cock stood up, curved and proud. Amazing, she thought to herself again, even on the brink of death, he still responds to stimulation to his genitals.

She reached up and ripped away the tape around his mouth, closed her eyes and opened wide, her hands pulling his member down into her mouth. Determined to get another reaction, she massaged his balls as she sucked and slid her tongue up and down his shaft. His feet weakly kicked against her chest as she continued sucking, until finally he came for the last time in his short life. Cum burst into her mouth as he emptied his balls. His eyes rolled up into the back of his sockets as he expired, a final gasp rattling past his blue, oxygen starved lips.

Melissa pulled back, wiping her mouth with her shirtsleeve as the boy went limp. She turned back and spoke once more. "Subject number one has finally died, T-plus 12 minutes from initial hanging". She turned and gave the hanging body a pat on the back.