Precious Fluid (nooseplay)

This is magical fantasy - do not try at home.

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His fine clothes immediately put me on guard.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"I saw your poster in the market," he said.

"You do understand what services we perform here?" He did not look like one of my usual clients. The money I paid could be life changing for people from the lower social orders, but someone of his status would surely not need the funds. If he had second thoughts during the procedure, or retrospectively claimed he had been forced to take part, then he could bring the law down on me. The city elders were willing to turn a blind eye to my business, but would not hesitate to punish me harshly if forced by one of the noble houses.

"Yes, you procure certain... materials for the city magicians. I'd like to help," he said.

The city was proud that several powerful magicians had based themselves here. They brought prestige and protection, not to mention extra tax revenues from the rich and powerful who traveled here to procure their services.

The magicians needed hard-to-secure reagents for their most powerful spells. I made my livelihood providing one of these ingredients: 'essence of hanged virgin'. Reagents like this had given magicians an evil reputation in the old days, as they went to extreme lengths to obtain their materials. But now I could provide this in a more socially acceptable way, and they were willing to pay handsomely for my product.

"Before you commit yourself, why don't you watch how this works," I said. I hoped he would get cold feet once saw the process, and would leave without taking part.

I turned to my two current regulars. They had kept their distance from our new visitor, also feeling the social distance. "Jason, shall we do you first?" I asked.

Jason was my oldest client. He had been coming for two years now, much longer than my other clients. Many clients only came once and then never returned, not comfortable to repeat the procedure. Most clients came for a few months until they had achieved their financial objectives. I could offer someone a leg-up in society: the chance to buy a property, a share of a farm, or to secure an apprenticeship.

Jason quickly stripped. He was an apprentice blacksmith, and his upper body had the broad shoulders and fine muscle definition common to the trade. He had cropped black hair and the beginnings of a beard. He stood naked save for a metal cage around his cock. I took my keys and unlocked his cock from its confinement. It was important that my clients did not pleasure themselves between visits as I wanted to maximize the product quantity from the procedure.

I pulled back the curtain that divided the room, revealing the waiting noose. Jason stepped up to it compliantly. I bound his arms and legs - I did not want to risk losing any of the previous fluid from the furiously kicking of a noosed client.

I eased a thick hood over his bowed head, then lowered and secured the noose around his neck. Jason's cock was fully erect - he was the ideal client. I slid a rubber sheath over his stiff cock, ready to capture the expensive reagent.

I did not need to ask if he was ready. I pulled down on a rope connected to a pulley above him, and lifted him gently into the air.

Every person hangs differently. Jason did not initially fight the noose. He arched his back, pushing his hips forward. His legs curled backwards, his feet pointing to the wall behind him. The only sign of any discomfort was his clenched fists and twitching toes.

His hips then lunged even further forwards, his cock swelled, and he filled the sheath with his cum. He relaxed back to vertical for a few moments, and then began to struggle.

The magicians were strict that the semen must come from a hanging virgin, and that they must hang to the end. I did not know why or how they could tell. But they had spotted the couple of times previously when non-virgins had lied their way into my noose.

I waited patiently for Jason's movements to still, then carefully removed the sheath and its precious cargo.

I lowered him to the ground, removed the noose, hood and bindings, and slid him away, to be revived later.

I turned to Luke, my other current regular. He was a baker's assistant, with a slimmer build, reddy-brown hair, and freckles.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Sir," he said, "this will be my last visit. I'm getting married in two weeks to the baker's daughter. Thanks to you, I've bought a share of her father's business, which was his condition for the marriage."

"Congratulations!" I said, while silently cursing that I was losing a regular client.

"But I'm afraid I can't invite you to the wedding." I understood. My clients did not want their family and friends to learn how they had come into their money.

"If you are ready?" I said.

Luke undressed, and I unlocked and removed his cock from its cage for the last time. He was always reticent facing the noose, so I first hooded him, then bound his wrists behind his back. I led him gently by the arm towards the noose, then secured his ankles. He still flinched as he felt the noose lowered over his head, even after several months of weekly visits.

Luke always needed some manual stimulation before he was ready. I softly stroked his balls until his cock began to stiffen, then clasped his cock and slowly pumped it up and down. After a minute, it was rigid and ready. I slipped a fresh rubber sheath over it.

"Ready for one last time?" I asked.

"Yes."

I pulled the rope down, and the noose slowly lifted him to the balls of his feet, then his tip toes, and finally fully into the air. Luke's style was completely different to Jason's. He fought hard, his muscles standing proud in his arms, legs and belly. His fingers were outstretched, as if seeking to grasp the air. Despite his bindings, his body swung wildly, glistening in sweat.

His body froze, always the sign of his climax, as he ejaculated into the sheath. Then his movements changed to spasms, growing gentler over time, until he was finally still.

I removed the sheath and then lowered him to the ground.

***

Now I was alone with my new client. I had revived Jason and Luke, and paid them their due. I had reattached Jason's cock cage for the week ahead. I had wished Luke well in his future life.

"Are you still sure you want to do this?" I asked.

He was pale, looked uncertain, but nodded. "Yes, of course."

My intuition told me this was a bad idea. But with Luke leaving today, I was down to only Jason as a client. If he backed out, then I would have no supply. I did not want to test the magicians' patience.

"OK, can you please sign this contract. Please pay particular attention to the section on your sexual history."

He read it carefully, then signed his name with a flourish. I glanced at the document: 'Benjamin Fitzsimmon, Esquire'.

"Master Fitzsimmon, can you please get undressed," I instructed.

He stood naked, shivering, his body covered in goosebumps. Without his clothes he lost his superiority - just becoming a skinny young man on the cusp of full adulthood. The only giveaway of his status was his blonde hair pulled back into a short ponytail, as was the current fashion among young nobles.

"I will need you to wear this hood." I glanced at it in my hands. The thick black cloth was faded and rough. It was stained from the drool of its previous occupants. It smelt of their sweat. "This will protect your neck, and prevent any rope burns being visible. We like to offer our clients' anonymity and discretion." I hoped he would maintain that discretion in return.

He grimaced as I pulled the hood over his head, but did not say anything.

"With your permission, I will now secure your arms and legs". A slight nod of his head, and I bounds his limbs.

I held the noose over his waiting head. This was the last moment for me to back out. I sighed, then lowered it over his head and tightened the knot. He shivered - I did not know whether from cold or fear.

He was soft, so I began to play with his cock and balls. It did not have the desired effect - while stiffer, his cock still hung below the horizontal.

"There is nothing to be afraid of," I said. "Let me demonstrate."

I pulled on the rope, lifting him in the air, and began silently counting. His body tensed, but he did not struggle initially. As I reached a count of thirty, he raised his legs behind him, then kicked down suddenly, and started to twist his upper body against his restraints.

I lowered him to the ground, my arm around his waist to keep him standing.

"See - it is perfectly natural," I said. He did not reply.

I restarted stroking his cock, but it was still not fully firm. Stronger measures were needed. I knelt in front of him.

"Do you have a girlfriend or sweetheart?" I asked.

"No," he replied, his voice raspy from his first suspension.

"How about someone you admire from a distance?"

"Yes."

"What is her name?"

A long pause. "His name is Charles," he said.

I could work with this. I licked the middle finger of my right hand, placed it between his legs, and touched his arsehole. He tensed, but did not complain. I pushed upwards, sliding my finger into him. He let out a short, high pitched squeak.

"Now imagine Charles is kneeling in front of you. Imagine his beautiful lips enclosing your cock, taking it into his soft mouth," I said.

I licked his cockhead in a circle and it jumped up. I embraced it with my mouth, alternately sucking and licking, while sliding my finger in and out of his arse.

He now responded, his cock stiffening quickly. He began moaning in pleasure. I continued until I could taste his pre-cum. Then I quickly jumped up, slid the rubber sheath onto his cock, and pulled down to lift him into the air.

He responded differently to the noose this time. His hips rocked back and forth, as if fucking the air. After half a minute his body tensed and shook, and I saw his cum fill the sheath. It was a generous harvest - it must have been a while since he last climaxed.

I waited patiently for the process to complete. as his body shook and spasmed. It took a long time for him to finally relax still, showing surprising stamina for a first-timer. I let the residual momentum of his body pendulum for a few moments before lowering him to the ground.

***

As he dressed, he did not seem upset or angry, which was a huge relief. I hoped this lasted. I still did not understand why he was here.

I had to ask the question. "Master Fitzsimmons, will you be returning?"

"Yes. Yes, I will see you again next week. However, I want a private appointment next time. I will see you on Thursday at three." Back in his finery, his confidence had returned, his nature used to commanding others.

"Of course, of course," I replied. "In which case, do you feel comfortable wearing this?" I asked, holding the metal cock restraint.

"Do you not trust me?" he said. "You have my word as a gentleman that isn't required."

"Naturally," I said. While I risked a smaller harvest if he could not withhold his natural urges between visits, this would avoid the risk of his servants seeing his caged cock and starting rumors.

I bowed my head as he left my room. "I will see you next week."

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I hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know in the comments below if you would be a willing client of such a business? Or if you would set-up a rival business!