Hang Day

It was 9 a.m. on a Saturday.  As was our custom, Mistress and i were in the living room, She in her easy chair with a cup of coffee and i kneeling naked before her.  We always started out the weekend that way, with Mistress critiquing my performance over the past week and describing in detail what rewards or punishments i could expect to receive.  It was always a stressful time for me.  Rewards were infrequent and punishments were always severe.

What was unusual was that so early on a Saturday, Mistress was fully dressed.  Instead of her normal short robe, She was attired in a tank top, miniskirt, hose and heels--all black.  i was curious why but it wasn’t my place to ask.  i decided to simply enjoy the view. 

Mistress took a sip from her cup and asked, “What are you to me, slut?”

Knowing very well the proper answer, i immediately responded, “A cock, Mistress.”

“And what do Women do with cocks?” She queried.

Again the appropriate response: “Whatever they please, Mistress.”

“Good, slut.  I see I’ve trained you well.”

Mistress gave a half smile and then motioned for me to come closer.

i crawled toward Her, stopping only inches from Her feet.

“Present yourself,” Mistress ordered.

i immediately rose up on my knees, clasped my hands behind my back and thrust my hips forward.  i expected Her to examine my sex and to check whether i’d properly shaved it for Her.  Instead, Mistress reached down, grasped my balls and squeezed—hard.   i was taken by surprise and nearly cried out from the pain.  She then twisted them, pulling upward until they were almost level with my navel.  i gritted my teeth, knowing that She was enjoying Herself and that i had absolutely no say in the matter.

“Whose balls are these, slut?” She asked, more than a hint of menace in Her voice.

“Y-Y-Yours, Mistress,” i whimpered, having trouble speaking through the pain.

Mistress let go of my balls.  She gripped the base of my now-hardening cock with one hand and began slapping the shaft with the other.  Again and again She slapped it until the entire cock was a bright shade of pink.

“And this cock, slut?  Whose cock is this?!?” She nearly shouted.

“Yours, Mistress,” was my quick reply.

“Good,” She said.  “I see that we’re on the same page.”

Abruptly Her demeanor changed.  Smiling warmly, She began to slowly stroke and massage my now-tender cock, which to my delight quickly responded.  Now almost 60 years of age, i’d recently started to have trouble getting it up, a development with which Mistress was not the least bit pleased.  The nice erection that i was now sporting was a welcome change and i was caught off-guard by what came next.

“You know that lately I haven’t been happy with your sexual performance, don’t you, slut,” Mistress asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” was my embarrassed reply.

“Well, slut,” She said, lightly tracing her fingernails up and down the length of my member, “I fear that due to your age, your usefulness to me as a sexual partner has come to an end.  I don’t want the aggravation of medicating you, so after much thought I’ve decided what I must do.”

Mistress placed her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and balls and applied pressure.  Looking me straight in the eye, She spoke the words that every slut dreads to hear.

“I’ve made up my mind.  I’m going to hang you,” She said matter-of-factly, releasing Her hold on my sex and leaning back in her chair. 

Her words hit me like a brick.  i was speechless.  Not that i was surprised, mind you; sluts that failed to perform sexually were nearly always hung.  It’s just that the gravity of my situation came at me all at once.  To “hang” meant to be strung up by the cock and balls—until they turned purple, then blue and then finally black.  In the end they had to be surgically removed to save the slut’s life.  That was my fate.  i didn’t want it to happen but down deep i knew that it was right and proper.  All i could do was hold my tongue…and hope that Mistress would have a change of heart.

For reference, in that part of the country hanging males by the genitals had become a fairly routine occurrence.  Whether as punishment for a crime or simply because, like me, he had gotten too old to properly fulfill his sexual duties, there was a high probability that at some point in his life a slut would dangle from a rope by his cock and balls.  Although there was no longer any such thing as a capital offense (The death penalty had long ago been eradicated), it was now quite common to find the local arena filled to capacity as some hapless male was, for one reason or another, hoisted clear of the stage.  

It was probably a good thing that i remained quiet because had i protested, she might have decided right then to fry me as well as hang me.  To fry a slut was to literally cook his genitals with electricity—while they were still attached.  i’d seen that done, actually more times than i cared to remember, and it wasn’t pretty.  After a slut had been raised off the ground by his genitals, a modified set of automotive jumper cables (with massive, toothed alligator clips in place of the standard, smooth-jawed ones) were roughly clamped to the head of his cock and to his balls.

    

The other ends of the cables were attached to the posts of a 12v car battery.  There was a switch midway along one of the cables and at the time of his Mistress’ choosing, that switch would be thrown and the slut’s genitals would agonizingly cook.  i was ruminating about that, wondering whether there was a chance that Mistress would at the last minute choose to fry me anyway, when She spoke again.

“You may recall, slut, that today is Hang Day,” Mistress advised.  “I told you last week that we would likely go downtown to take in the show.  What I didn’t tell you was that you would be part of the entertainment.”

Mistress let that sink in.  As i pondered what was to befall me, She slowly parted her legs to allow me a long look up her skirt.  Mistress was wearing thigh-high stockings and a tight black cotton and Spandex thong—my favorite outfit.  Mistress knew that, which is of course why She’d worn it.  She no doubt wanted to keep me randy, right up to the point when there was nothing but air beneath my toes.  i stared at the soft skin above her stocking tops and the plump mound beneath her panties.  i was mesmerized.  At that moment i wanted more than anything to pull that thong aside and slide my tongue inside her.

Again Mistress’ voice interrupted my thoughts.

“We don’t have a lot of time, slut.  Rise now and go get your Hanging Kit,” She ordered.  

Every slut had his own set of equipment or “Kit” with which his Mistress might hang him.  It included a skein of rough hemp rope, 5/8” in diameter and perhaps fifty feet long, with one end tied in a 13-knot hangman’s noose.  Also in the Kit were a six-foot length of thin leather lace, one set each of locking wrist and ankle cuffs, several small padlocks and a light but strong set of block and tackle with a tethering ring at the top.  The Kit was contained in a black leather bag and always prominently displayed, usually in that room of the house where the slut was typically punished.  That way it served as a reminder that one day, probably on a Hang Day, he would swing for his Mistress and for the delight of anyone who chose to watch.

i slowly stood and made my way to our playroom.  Along the way i kept thinking about my lovely Mistress and of course about Hang Day.  Hang Day was a regional holiday.  Originally established as a day to collectively punish common criminals and disobedient sluts, it had metamorphosed into a grand event expressly devoted to the pruriently sadistic pleasure of suspending males by their genitals.  Oh, criminals and incorrigibles were still hung—and usually fried.  However, to add to the festive nature of the holiday and to encourage participation, for that one day the behavior threshold was set artificially low.  That is, in order to be condemned to hang, a slut needed to merely aggravate or somehow disappoint his Mistress.  Accordingly, on Hang Day Women all around the area always took their less submissive, less obedient or otherwise less desirable sluts to public places.  There each slut would receive his due.  There were no trials, no reprieves and definitely no appeals.

i came back to the living room with my Kit.  i set it down and knelt before Her.

“Take out the noose, slut,” Mistress commanded, “and place it around your balls.”

i did as i was told. i unzipped the bag and removed the noose rope, feeling how rough it was in my hands.  i partially uncoiled the rope and fitted the noose around my waiting testicles.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Mistress directed.

i complied and then watched as She grasped the noose and pulled it tight about my scrotum.

Mistress mused, “That should keep you in line until we get to the Town Square.  Now turn around.” 

She pulled the smaller set of cuffs, padded suspension cuffs with hand grips, from the bag, locked them around my wrists and padlocked them together.  She took out the larger set of cuffs and locked each of them in turn to my ankles.

Mistress then stood and straightened her skirt.  She picked up the bag and the loop of noose rope, then pulled me to my feet by the balls.  On the way out the door, She had me slip on some sandals.

“I wouldn’t want you to bruise the soles of your feet,” She said.  “I want nothing to distract you from the pain in your crotch.”

i shuddered at the reminder of what would soon take place.  We stepped out into a beautiful, bright summer morning and began our short walk to the Square.    

Along the way we passed the City Park, where sluts were already hanging.  From lamp posts and tree limbs they swung naked, their ankles cuffed together and their hands fastened behind their backs.  The air was filled with the sounds of their agony and with the screams of other sluts as their own feet left the ground.  Cocks and balls were turning purple, beginning to die for want of precious blood.  Several sluts were frying.  Thick black cables ran from their sex toward well charged batteries and they looked on in horror as their genitals bubbled, split and steamed like hot dogs on a grill.  Around them were their Mistresses, some idly chatting and others watching with delight as the spectacle unfolded.  More than a few were openly masturbating, their moans of pleasure mixing nicely with their sluts’ anguished cries.

It was a frightening scene, one which Mistress just had to stop to observe.  She was particularly enamored with the sluts who were wired and She commented more than once how hot they looked with their cocks and balls roasting.  Perversely, i, too, became caught up in the display.  For several minutes i forgot that in just a short while i would be a slut in a noose.  Part of me also wondered what it would feel like for the current to pass though my sex and to for me to helplessly watch as my cock and balls cooked.

Without warning, my cock started to rise.  i hoped Mistress wouldn’t notice but she was much too alert.

“I see you like that, slut,” She commented.  “It may soon be your turn.”

Mistress tugged sharply on the noose and headed off in the direction of the Town Square.

In but a few minutes we arrived.  The place was crowded with Women in all states of dress and undress, most of them excitedly talking and, like at the City Park, a number of them were masturbating.  There were a few sluts standing around, most with ball nooses like mine and some in the process of being prepared to hang.  The vast majority of the males on the Square, however, were already airborne.  Some were doing the slow, blue-balled pirouette of a slut who had been hanging for a while.  Others were just on their way up, screaming with the blood-curdling intensity of one who believes that his genitals are being pulled from his body.  Still others, who had only minutes before been hoisted of the ground, were in various states of being wired and fried.  

Mistress jerked on my noose and pulled me through the crowd to a place right in front of a hanging slut whose Mistress was about to fry him.  She’d just clamped the electrode to his balls and he was still howling in pain.  One of Her hands was around his cock and the other held the vicious, sharp-toothed cock electrode, open and ready.

“Excuse, me,” Mistress politely interrupted.  “Would you like to let your slut cum one last time?  I’d like for my slut to suck a cock just before it fries.”

The Woman hesitated for a moment and then said, “Be my guest.  But he needs to be quick about it; I want my slut to fry while there’s still feeling in his dick.”

She then leaned over and whispered in Mistress’ ear, “It’d be nice to fry him in mid-climax.”

“It certainly would,” agreed Mistress.  “Let’s try that.”  

The Woman released Her grip on the slut’s cock and took a step backward.  She picked up the battery switch and motioned for me to begin.

Mistress pushed my head forward, saying, “Open your mouth, slut, and get him off as fast as you can—or you’ll be wearing electrodes.”

i did as i was told.  The slut had been raised higher than normal, so his cock was almost level with my face.  i opened my mouth wide and took him in. The cock was already getting cold but since i figured that i’d be the last person to taste him, i went about my task with gusto.  i sucked with long strokes, making sure to apply strong suction to the glans on every upstroke.

In spite of his pain, the slut soon began to respond.  his breath became more rapid and his cock began to flex.  he was almost bucking—no small feat when one is hanging by his cock and balls.  Before long, he gave out a long, guttural sigh.  Just as he did, Mistress grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off his cock.

Startled, i backed up—but only a couple of feet.  i saw the other Mistress grab the slut’s jerking cock, still glistening with my saliva, and release the open electrode onto its head and the first two inches of its shaft.  The electrode’s teeth sank deeply into the slut’s meat, not enough to break the skin but there were certainly no worries about it coming loose.  he barely had time to gasp, though, before his Mistress through the switch, sending 12 volts of liquid fire coursing through his cock and balls.

It was then that he screamed—the heart-rending, pitiful scream of a slut losing his jewels.  Miraculously, his cock still spasmed, perhaps even more violently than before.  It continued to jerk until the first blisters appeared on its surface.  The slut stared slack-jawed (as did i) at the sight of his genitals cooking.           

It wasn’t long before the slut’s balls began to swell.  i figured that soon the skin on the balls would split and, like with those of the sluts in the park, steam would begin to emanate from them.  Given the right conditions, they might even burst, something that i’d seen happen before and which i curiously wanted to witness again.

Just as i was really getting into the show, Mistress pulled on my ball noose.

“Enough voyeurism, slut,” She said.  “It’s time you got some first-hand experience.”

Again we wove our way through the crowd, stopping beneath something that looked like a large, steel swing set.  On the horizontal bar at the top, where the chains for the swings might have been fastened, there were three heavy steel hooks spaced roughly six feet apart.  Suspended by nooses from two of those hooks were sluts, who looked as though they’d been up there for some time.  Their genitals were totally black and they were swinging lazily, with only low moans coming from their throats.  i knew that soon they would be taken down and driven to the hospital, where their cocks and balls would be sliced off and the incisions properly closed.

There was an empty space to the left of the two sluts—empty, that is, but for a step ladder for hanging a block and tackle.  That spot, something told me, was where i would hang.  my suspicion as confirmed when Mistress removed the connecting padlock from my wrist cuffs and the noose from my balls.

She handed me my Kit and said, “You know the drill, slut.  Hang the pulleys and lay things out.”

“Yes, Mistress,” i nearly mumbled.  As my time drew nearer, i was beginning to get nervous.

Nonetheless, i carefully took things from the bag and put them on the pavement beside the upright post of the swing set.  i then climbed the ladder, hung the block and tackle from one of the hooks on the crossbar and threaded the noose rope through it.  Coming back down, i brought the noose with me and lay it and the free end of the rope on the ground with the leather lace and the padlocks.  Lastly, i moved the ladder off to the side, next to the upright post.  Everything was ready.

Seeing that i’d finished my preparations, Mistress walked up to me and gently pushed me back against the post.  She locked my wrist cuffs together again, this time in front of me, and then reached down for another padlock.  Stepping onto the ladder, Mistress pulled my wrists over my head and locked them to a steel ring on the post, about eight feet off the ground.  She then moved the ladder farther out of the way and, coming back to me, squatted down and locked my ankle cuffs together.  Like so many times before, when She’d cock-whipped or otherwise punished me, i was now helpless.  i was Hers, to do with whatever She pleased.

Mistress took the black leather lace in both hands and tied a single overhand loop in the center.  She slipped the loop over my cock and balls, pulling on the ends of the lace until the loop was snug—but not really tight—around the base of my sex.   She then commenced stroking my cock, gently sliding her silky fingers along its length and tracing around the edge of the glans.  Soon i felt the familiar stirring in my loins, that delicious precursor to an imminent erection.

Mistress felt the cock begin to engorge and in response, slowly tightened the loop.  The loop would now function as a sort of cock ring, allowing blood to flow into the member but retard its retreat.

She continued to stroke.  Then, to give me some visual stimulation, Mistress hiked up Her skirt.  Since She was in a squatting position, that gave me an excellent view of her well muscled thighs and the soft fullness of Her panty crotch. 

“Nice, Huh?” she asked, continuing Her tactile ministrations. 

i nodded.  Although all around us there were Women naked and nearly naked, i had never found any Woman more appealing than my own Mistress and i had eyes for only Her.  If this were to be my last hard-on, i wanted to be looking at Her body when it came.  Blocking out everything except the sensation of Mistress’ hand on my cock, i riveted my eyes on that warm and luscious place between Her legs.

Several seconds later, i gave Her what She wanted.  As if on cue, my cock rose to full attention, its shaft solid and the head firm and round.  It may in fact have been the best erection i’d ever had.

Seizing the moment, Mistress shoved the loop hard against my pubic bone and, grasping one end of the lace in either hand, fiercely jerked the loop tight.  As if to invite further punishment, my cock suddenly sprang upward.  i’m thinking now that if that’s what it wanted, it had definitely come to the right place.

Working quickly, Mistress then pulled the ends of the lace down on either side, made another overhand loop underneath the balls and pulled that one tight.  With practiced precision, She brought them back up and jerked a third loop tight, this one on top of the balls.  She then brought them up one last time, made a fourth loop on top of my cock and, summoning all her strength, pulled the ends of the lace as hard as she could.  She topped it all off with a square knot.

i looked down, took a deep breath and sighed.  My genitals were now permanently bound.  They stood well out from my body, proud, yet extremely vulnerable—a fact not lost on the small circle of onlookers that had gathered close around us.  They were there, of course, to watch yet another slut lose his precious cock and balls.

Mistress picked up the noose and rose to her feet.  She moved forward, standing with her body pressed against me.  Her eyes locked on mine, She placed the rough noose around my genitals and drew it firmly closed. 

“Like I told you this morning, slut,” She said, with just a hint of menace in her voice, “I’m going to hang you.”

Taking a few steps back, She took up the slack in the free end of the rope and then reached high above her head to grasp it in both hands.

“You’re going to hang by the cock and balls, slut—NOW!!”

With that, Mistress leaned back, drew her elbows down to her chest and crouched.  In one smooth motion my genitals were stretched way beyond what I would have thought possible and my feet left the ground.

A cheer went up from the crowd but i barely heard it over my own screams.  my whole world was in my cock and balls.  The pressure inside them was incredible and they felt as though at any moment they might either explode or be ripped totally from my body.  i was in agony.

Mistress wanted me to go higher but couldn’t manage it alone.  Another Woman stepped in to help and together They raised me another couple of feet.  They then brought the rope around behind me, tied it off to the post—and left me to hang alone.

So there i hung.  Due to the way i was secured, with my wrists attached to the post and the noose rope slanting up and away from me, I had a perfect view of my genitals, now a bright shade of purple.  i was sure that Mistress had planned it that way; She had always made sure that i could watch myself being punished.  It seemed to intensify the experience for both of us. 

The pain had now lessened, likely due to the loss of circulation, but there was still the awful pressure and the strain on my lower abdomen.  i wondered what it would be like to hang there for the hour or so that it might take for my cock and balls to fully die.  i hated to even think it but i wondered if maybe it might be better to just fry and get it over with.

i didn’t have to wait long for the answer.  Only a few minutes had passed when Mistress and her new female accomplice appeared, carrying something between them.  From a distance it appeared to be a heavy black box with handles on its sides but as They got closer, i could clearly see what it was—a car battery!  The cables were already attached to it posts and Mistress had casually draped them around Her neck for transport.

When They got to where i was hanging, They set the battery down and stood on opposite sides of me.  Mistress handed one of the electrodes to Her partner.

“So, Slut, I see you’re still here,” Mistress quipped.

The Women both chuckled but right then i didn’t see the humor.  i was hanging by the cock and balls and i was hurting.  i didn’t respond.

I guess you don’t feel like talking,” Mistress continued.  “I Suppose I don’t blame you.”

i just groaned.

“Anyway, slut, this is Mistress Alicia, She continued.  “She’s already hung two sluts today—two and a half, if you count the help She gave me with you.  Those are her sluts with whom you’re sharing the bar.” 

i glanced up at the sluts beside me.  By my calculations, they’d been hanging there for nearly two hours and they were obviously in more discomfort than they were the last time i’d looked at them.  They were now moaning loudly and were literally squirming in their nooses.

“Yes, slut,” Mistress advised, “the longer a slut hangs, the worse it gets.  After the pain in his genitals goes away, the slut’s abdomen begins to cramp.  The pain then spreads through his entire body and he can be racked in agony for hours on end.  That scenario doesn’t play out too often, largely because most Mistresses are too compassionate to let things go that far.  However, Mistress Alicia gave her sluts a choice: either fry for her or hang the day away and suffer the consequences.  Unfortunately for them, they chose to just hang.”

Mistress reached out and caressed my bluish-purple cock and my similarly colored balls.

“You know, slut,” Mistress cooed, “Mistress Alicia and I would just love to watch these fry.

She cupped my cold balls in her hand and, sliding her hand slowly up the length of my cock, gently patted the head.

Her voice becoming serious, Mistress assured me, “We want you to have the choice, though.  Do you desire the same fate as those unhappy sluts—or would you like a short, painful date with these electrodes?

The Women squeezed the handles on the electrodes, opening the jaws wide.  Mistress Alicia moved Hers in place around my balls but kept the jaws open, waiting.  my own Mistress did the same, sliding Her electrode over the head of my cock and holding it there.  The thumb of Her other hand was on the switch.

i looked at my ruined sex.  My cock and balls were getting bluer by the minute and my guts were already starting to ache.  i looked again at the other two sluts.  They were now writhing on the ends of their ropes and their faces were twisted in pain.

i really had no choice.  i looked over at Mistress and begged, “Please, Mistress…fry me.”

Mistress nodded to Mistress Alicia.  Both clamps snapped closed and the switch was thrown.  Less than a second later, I went down the same path as every other slut who fried that day—with no reprieve.

The End

Epilogue

It had been a lovely day in our little town.  More than 100 sluts were hung that day and well over half of them fried.  Women had the chance to suitably punish their wayward sluts, owners of downtown establishments did a booming business and, because males were once more put in their place, society as a whole benefited.

For me, life as a eunuch is very different from the life that I once enjoyed.  Since i’m no longer a kept slut, i have a job and i fend for myself.  i actually work in an auto supply store and every year, on Hang Day, i help man the battery concession on the Town Square.  Mistress has a new slut, one nearly my age.  With any luck, i’ll live long enough to someday rent Her the battery that will cook his cock and balls.