PART 7

This is fantasy - do not try at home.

***

I knew something was wrong the moment I entered the room.

"The University has shut the Asphyx Club!" Peter said angrily.

***

It was the first week of the new term. I was glad to be back as the Christmas break had been awkward at home. My parents had been keen to hear how my first term had gone. How was I settling in? What friends had I made? What hobbies had I taken up?

I didn't want to talk about the Asphyx Club or Alex. I couldn't even discuss the play I'd appeared in. How would I have answered the question about what role I'd played?

I talked about my studies, my good grades, and the praise I'd received from my tutors. But I could see the disappointment in their eyes. My Dad even tried to talk about it: "You should make the most of university, beyond your academic work. The friends you make now and the experiences you'll have will last a lifetime." How could I say that I'd had experiences that I would never forget?

Back at University, my problems were my own again, and I would not have to dissemble every day.

I was uncertain whether to attend the first week's Asphyx Club, when I received an e-mail from Peter titled "Mandatory attendance at Asphyx Club: Important Announcement". The message did not say why, but it stressed that everyone must turn up.

***

"The idiots have closed us down!" Peter repeated. "Don't they understand why this is important?"

Peter looked at our stunned faces, and started to explain.

One of the pupils at a nearby school had nearly killed himself when experimenting with breathplay. The school was an expensive residential private school, and the boy's parents had been furious. They were suing the school for breach of care "in loco parentis". In its defense, the school was suing Peter, "for encouraging immoral and dangerous behaviour through the running of clubs where asphyxiation is practiced." The University was frightened that the Asphyx Club would hurt their reputation and risk lawsuits against them, so they had closed the University Asphyx Club and banned Peter from further activities on their premises.

"The whole point of Asphyx Club is to prevent things like this happening," Peter said.

I looked around the people I knew best. Alex seemed shocked. Kitty had tears in her eyes, turning to Alex for comfort. Jane appeared to share Peter's anger. Only Jon looked emotionless - I guessed he had been told by Peter in advance.

"Whatever happens now, you know you must not play outside of the club. Promise me," Peter stressed, looking at each of us in term.

I felt empty as I left the room for the last time. While I had not been a regular, the Asphyx Club had opened a new world for me, and now it was lost. I felt a rising wave of panic as I realised it had been my only connection with Alex, and now this was gone too.

***

The weeks passed, and I again concentrated on my studies. But one day, I was surprised to receive a message from Peter, asking to meet up.

***

"We have success, thanks to Jane." Peter paused for the applause to die down. "With her help, we counter-sued the school: it was their negligence in not offering Asphyxiation counseling or an Asphyx service that led the boy into trouble. We reached out to his parents, and after some explanation of the current academic research, they agreed to adjust their lawsuit in similar terms. The school backed down, dropped their lawsuit against me, and agreed compensation with the boy's parents. I believe the University will now reconsider their ban on our Asphyx Club." More applause. "I never knew a first year Law student could be so helpful!

"The school has agreed to identify and counsel anyone who is attracted to breathplay. This is where I need you. Can I have some volunteers who can take a half day to help me with this?"

I saw Jane, Alex and Kitty raise their hands. I raised mine as well.

***

Alex and I met up with Jane and Kitty at lunchtime. We sat outside the school as Jane explained the morning's events.

"Peter has set-up a test to identify anyone attracted to breathplay. He is looking for anyone who is sexually excited by being hanged. It was our job to spot the signs.

"Of course, this is voluntary. We only hanged the final year students over the age of eighteen, with permission from them and their parents. We did the girls this morning, and you'll have the boys this afternoon. Naturally, you'll have it easy. It's always easier for men," she said with some feeling.

"I'll have so many bruises tomorrow from those kicking legs," Kitty added. Alex hugged her and she winced in pain. I didn't dare ask how they looked for sexual excitement in the girls.

***

Peter, Jon, Alex and I had a routine for the afternoon. The boys were waiting in a changing room next to the gym hall. We would enter the changing room and Peter would call out the next four names in alphabetical order off his list. Those boys would strip naked, each putting their clothes in a plastic box. We would lead them into the main hall, and they would put these boxes by the wall. Then we would take one boy each, and bind their wrists behind their back, before leading them around a screen to the waiting nooses and stools.

Peter and Jon would place the nooses around the necks of their boys. Alex and I would wait with ours, holding their arm to discourage them from second thoughts. Peter and Jon would them move to our boys, and noose them also.

We would encourage each boy to stand on the stool in front of them, and surprisingly none of them resisted, perhaps not wanting to show fear in front of their peers. Each noose was connected to a separate winch, and Peter and Jon would remove the slack from each rope.

With everything prepared, Peter would then count down from "five". We each looped a foot around the stool leg in front of us, and placed our hands on the boy's arse. When Peter reach "one", we simultaneously pushed the boy forward, while dragging the stool back with our foot.

Once the stools were positioned out of the way of their kicking legs, we went to our positions. Peter and Jon watched their movements carefully from behind, waiting to lower them to the ground when they passed out. Alex and I watched from the front, looking for erections.

Peter had explained that an erection alone was insufficient to diagnose Asphyxiaphila, as this could just be the body's instinctive reaction to oxygen deprivation. However, an orgasm signified a sexual attraction to breathplay with a 95% probability.

We watched any erect cocks carefully. If we saw the telltale white spurt, we had to spray a dab of paint from a spray-can on the boy's belly.

As each boy became still, Peter or Jon would release the winch, lower them to the ground, and then remove the noose. Once all four were done, we would unbind their hands and wait for them to recover.

Then we led them back to the boxes containing their clothing, and from there to a different changing room to get dressed. Those without the mark of paint on their belly were allowed to leave. Those with the paint where asked to wait in another room for counseling from Peter later.

The afternoon continued with this repetition: a blur of necks, nooses, and naked air dancing.

I was fascinated by how each boy reacted to the anticipation of being hanged. Some went white with fear, shaking under my touch. Some braved it out, striding purposefully to show they were not intimidated. Others seemed nonchalant, as if this was the most normal thing to do in an afternoon. And some made jokes, demonstrating gallows humour.

But there was no correlation between their reaction before the noose and while in the noose. Some of those most frightened had the strongest orgasms, their cum arching across the gym.

***

Peter glanced at his list. He looked tired. "There's just one left." He turned to me. "Can you fetch him - his name is Ryu Yamashita."

I walked behind the screen, and was surprised to see the boy already in the gym hall. He was naked, and he looked embarrassed to see me.

"I thought I'd get ready," he said. His accent surprised me, western, and not Japanese as I expected.

"It's OK," I said. "Please place your hands behind your back."

As I bound his wrists, I noticed the drops of white liquid on the ground. I turned him around, and looked down at his cock. It was still partly swollen, although drooping down. I guessed he had been peering around the screen, wanking at the sight of the previous four boys dancing naked in their nooses.

I smiled to myself as I led him towards his own noose. I could predict how this was going to go.

Peter prepared him, as each boy before had been made ready. "Ready?" he whispered in the boy's ear? Ryu bit his lip and nodded, and Peter pushed him off the stool.

I went to my position, waiting to see Ryu's reaction to the noose. Ryu fluttered his feet, but did not otherwise struggle. The occasional gurgle showed he was managing to get a little air past his constricted neck.

Peter sighed. "He's going to be a while." He turned to me again. "Can you watch him while the rest of us load up the van?"

"Sure," I said, surprised. I'd never been solely responsible for someone before.

Peter, Jon and Alex picked up the paranerphalia no longer required from the other three stations, and left the hall.

With just the two of us alone, I circled Ryu, looking at the subtle changes in his body. The muscles in his arms, legs, belly tensing and releasing. The slowly increasing kicks. His eyes starring into the distance.

His cock began to swell, but it did not reach above the horizontal.

Ryu began to struggle, but his movements were unlike the other boys. He was rocking his hips forward and back, as if fucking the air.

I realised what was happening. So soon after cumming, he could not cum again. And yet he was desperate to push himself over the edge.

I looking around me - we were still alone. "Do you want me to help you?" I asked.

Ryu rocked his hips even further forward. I took that as a positive sign.

I rested one hand on his hip to steady his movements, and with the other clasped his cock and started stroking.

I hoped I was doing the right thing. I was nervous in case we were interrupted, my heart racing and my mouth dry.

His cock responded to me, stiffening further to the vertical. His body stopped fighting, content to let me take him over the edge. Finally, I felt his cock swell, and he came. It was not much, a little cum oozing over my hand, but it was enough. I released him, picked up the can, and sprayed a dab of paint onto his belly.

I stepped away as I heard voices, as Peter and Jon re-entered the hall. "OK - one more I see," said Peter.

We waited for unconsciousness to take Ryu. He seemed relaxed in the noose, just twitching as the final moment came.

Peter lowered him to the ground, and Jon released him from his noose and bindings.

With their attention on Ryu, I raised my hand to my lips, and licked Ryu's cum off my fingers.