Dark Fetish

Breath Control is something that I have been into for many years. It was about 1969 or 70 (still Jr. High) when a bunch of boy scouts and I were on a camping trip and we had some free time, so while the scout master was busy with paperwork, we went out in the woods and played outlaw and posse. A their version of hide and seek. Well, I was the new kid so I got to be the outlaw. I was pretty good at hiding for a while but was finally captured, and the 'posse' decided to try some of their knots on me. So I got tied up to be taken back to camp. Next thing I know, my bandanna was shoved in my mouth each one of them got to give me a whack on my ass and the 'Sherriff' had a rope and tied a noose. Next thing I knew I was getting lynched and hauled up. I still remember passing out and then walking up on the ground. All the scouts gathered around and clapping me on the back and congratulating me on a great game.

Now what they didn't know was I was stroking off long before that happened to thoughts of hanging, since I had seen on a TV western someone getting lynched. First time I saw that my cock got hard so I started watching as many western movies and TV shows as I could. And always hoping to get some fantasy material for bedtime later.

Well, I grew up, no one ever knew what I was into, went to work for the state and met a lady there with horses. She would tell stories about the different horse's personalities and I got hooked hearing about them. One day I told her that I had always wanted to ride a horse but never knew anyone who had them. She looked at me and asked what I was doing that Saturday.

Saturday came and she drove by my house and picked me up, and I got my first riding lesson that day. Eight years later I was showing horses, raising and training American Saddlebreds. Western pleasure of course and I owned a few horses myself. But that was to change as my cock was dictating I find some men and come out of the closet. You can't go on 20 mile trail rides and not see a few young cowboys in tight wranglers or levis and not get a sexual rise.

So I left, sold my horses, moved to the big city, settled into an apartment, found a job and went to work. I started hanging out at the leather bars, a little nervous about what I had heard happened there after hours (urban myth). One guy took me to the local seedy bath house, wow I felt like Virgil from Dante's Inferno. I was hooked. Thinking back now, I should have looked at him and said, "Where are we going and why am I in this basket?"

 In the last 20 years I have met many good men and a couple of bad men also (badmen as in assholes). There is always a couple of those in the crowd. I learned to trust with my heart and head and never my cock since he seemed to always get me into trouble when he (my cock) takes the lead.

One of my friends at the time heard about my hanging fetish and suggested that if I wasn't finding what I wanted in Seattle to put an ad in Drummer and see if I got any responses. I figured what the hell, maybe one or two might read it and see someone else was in the same boat. Much to my surprise I received 7 letters from around the country.  So we started writing back and forth, some of them stopped writing for what ever reason but there were 4 that kept writing and we sent stories back and forth. We started calling and my phone bill skyrocketed (grin) ... Well I did ask for it. One guy I talked to suggested that since I had all these great stories I should share them with everyone I was corresponding with over the years. So I came up with the idea of a 'Nooseletter'. After the first one went out I got some great stories back for the next one. We decided to have a yearly publication called 'The Hangman's Nooseletter'. By the time we finally closed the publication I was doing 4 mailings a year, averaging 40 pages, including artwork and a personals page and through word of mouth 150 members world wide. That was when the internet went global. There was a lot of money spent for printing and it did after a while cost everyone 50.00 a year to help with the cost. The internet however was free and so the money dwindled to almost zero and we finally had to close. I still meet men and prior members online and some have some great sites devoted to nooseplay and I am a member of most of them. I contribute when I can too. I will post the links to those sites at the bottom of this page.

These days I am still active in nooseplay and I have a buddy who also understands and plays too. Recently he bought some property which I am helping him clean up, and it just so happens he has a couple of barns on the property too. So some of the pictures below were taken recently and I hope to post more as we take more.

One word of warning. Since the Nooseletter closed down 5 of my friends and members of the old club have died by hanging because they choose to play alone. Even though they promised they were being careful and 'Nothing could go wrong', well it did. Please find someone to play with if you are gonna try breath control ; i.e. hanging. Hanging is a team sport and should be treated as such... please be a team player!

OK enough of my story and B.S... Here are some of my playing pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are the links to some sites

if your interested in joining.

http://membres.lycos.fr/gallows55/index.html

http://groups.google.com/group/gaynoose?hl=en

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