Hold Your Breath: A Gay Nooseplay Story

By Kayla Rhodes

“Who has the sexiest sub?” It was a common discussion at Liam and Marcus’s favorite BDSM club. But this was a new twist on the debate. Somehow they got to talking about erotic hanging, and Marcus made a dangerous bet. He promised that if he hanged Liam for them, five other Doms would climax. But there’s a dark twist to the rules – if he can’t make all five come, Liam will die in the noose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Rhodes
• Release date: May 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393306221

Kayla Rhodes

Kayla is an author of erotic short stories, specializing in weird kinks and misfit niches. Check out her website if you have any story requests!

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I don’t know how we got on the subject of hanging people, but once it appeared as a conversation topic, there was no going back.

Marcus and I were at The Dungeon, which had been our home club for a few months now. We were fortunate to live in an area where BDSM clubs were plentiful, but The Dungeon was also a gay bar, and that combination was slightly more difficult to find.

I wasn’t really involved in the hanging discussion, but in fairness, I’m rarely included when the masters talk to one another. Plus, that night, I was wearing a ball gag. My hands were bound in front of me, and Marcus had a leash and collar around my neck. It was a sexy look, and we used variations on this often.

I wasn’t the only leashed-up slave in the club that night, and three other pairs gathered to discuss who had the most obedient slave.

Mine lets me hit him in the balls with a wrench.

Yeah? Well, mine is terrified of fire, but he’s letting me try burn-play this weekend.

Stuff like that. But the conversation turned drastically when one of the masters announced, My slave lets me hang him. He pulled the slave forward and ordered, Show them your bruises, pet.  

Obediently, the guy lifted his chin so we could all see the ring of bruises encircling his throat, blossoming over the pale skin in various shades of purple and yellow.

One of the other slaves got defensive and proclaimed to his master, I’ll let you hang me, sir, if that would make you happy.

Another slave echoed the offer. Luckily, because of the ball gag, I was absolved from saying anything. I honestly don’t know that I would have. We’d only done minimal