Paul had found a new game. It had begun after he passed his driving test. Suddenly he had the freedom to go anywhere he pleased including the clandestine locations where men had anonymous outdoor sex. He'd quickly realised the type of men he encountered cruising in the woods were very much to his taste, truck drivers, bikers, builders, even straight men, and he was soon addicted. Up to that point his sexual activity, whilst quite kinky, had been confined to online play in his bedroom. He'd had an interest in erotic suffocation since his early teens and had become well known in the online community of men into hanging. His newly found interest in the outdoors hadn't put an end to his online activity though. In fact he had now added outdoor cruising to his website profile, but there had been little interest from other members. There was one guy however he'd been chatting to who appeared to be interested. He called himself booted and he'd contacted Paul on his encrypted messenger app. Booted's messenger profile had no photo's and Paul wasn't really sure how he had found him on the secure messenger. As far as Paul was aware booted would have needed a user name to send a message. But that didn't worry him, booted seemed a nice guy with a genuine interest in talking to him and they were soon chatting regularly. It was refreshing to chat with someone who wasn't trying to get him into bed. In fact booted seemed to avoid the subject of sex altogether. He seemed more interested in Paul's fairly mundane day to day life. Encouraged by booted's interest in outdoor play Paul had started to look forward to their chats even though he'd never seen booted's face. The fact that booted concealed his face in his profile was never mentioned. Then one day, after several weeks of regular messaging booted had suggested they move to video calling. Paul had agreed thinking that at last he would see this mysterious guy, but then booted had told him his cam was faulty and the video would have to be one way only. Paul still didnt see a problem although alarm bells should have been ringing. Paul was oblivious to the increasing influence booted was having on him and the potential risk of the relationship. Paul was just enjoying chatting, although he couldn't help wondering why booted never mentioned sex, always preferring to encourage Paul's interest in exploring remote and isolated woodland and forest locations.
It was a late night conversation with booted that saw Paul parked in a lay-by on a narrow winding woodland road one foggy Wednesday afternoon. The place was called Winterfield Forest and booted had been particularly insistent that Paul tried it out. At almost fifty miles from his home it was a long distance to drive for the chance of anonymous sex in the woods, but booted had assured him it would be worth it. The lay-by was just as booted had described. Only big enough to take three or four cars, it was muddy with large puddles and looked rarely used. A canopy of branches above excluded so much natural daylight it felt like twilight. The air was cool and damp and there was the aroma of wild garlic and pine trees in the air. He'd been waiting for over an hour and with no other vehicles in the lay-by and only the occasional car passing on the road he was starting to think he'd waisted his time. He looked through the near side passenger window. He could see the hardly used trail booted had told him about leading into the woods. Clearly this wasn't the busy cruising area he expected but it had an erotic atmosphere. Booted had told him to walk to the end of the trail and explore. There was no point in driving this distance and not doing. He grabbed his leather jacket from the back seat and set off down the trail. It was overgrown from the start making the going difficult. After about half a mile the path diverged between laurel and rhododendron bushes which had established themselves between the trees making progress almost impossible. He squeezed through gaps in the foliage trying to make sense of the maze of brambles and bushes. There was no indication that he was in a cruising area, what had booted been talking about. Then ahead there was a clearing, he pushed through a gap and for the first time in ten minutes he was able to stand up straight. He gasped in shock at what he saw. The clearing was circular and approximately thirty feet accross. In the centre was a fallen tree trunk and above it was a noose hanging from the branch of a tree. Involuntarily he grabbed a handful of his hardening dick. He moved closer and climed onto the fallen tree trunk. He reached out and touched the hemp rope. It was wet from recent rain. He drew it closer to his face savouring its aroma as he bought it into contact with his lips. He wanted to feel it around his neck. The knot moved easily as he slipped it open slightly to alow him to pass his head through the noose before tightening it again. He could feel the wet rope gripping his neck. He looked around him to ensure he wasn't being watched. Stupid he thought, there was no one around for miles. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans letting them fall to his ankles and started to masturbate. He was highly aroused and it didn't take long before wads of semen were hitting the wet forest floor.
Paul's dick was hard again before he was halfway home as he thought about his experience in the forest. He needed to talk to booted, there were so many unanswered questions. Once home he got some food and settled in his bedroom with a whisky. The app for his encrypted messenger was already open and he could see booted had left him a message.
Booted........."Hi Paul, did you go to Winterfield forest today like you said you would."
Paul............."Hi booted, yeah I went but there was no one else there, kinda weird place though."
Paul didn't mention finding the noose and jacking off with it around his neck. Booted had never shown any interest in hanging or even sex for that matter and Paul was embarrassed to mention it. He poured himself another whisky and waited but there was no reply.
He started thinking about the day and his relationship with booted, the more he thought the more bizarre it seemed. He looked at booted's encrypted messenger profile and realised he knew nothing about him. There were no photo's of him and all the messages between them had burn on read enabled or had been encrypted video calls. Then he remembered how they'd started talking. Booted had messaged him from out of the blue saying he was new to the encrypted messenger and was looking for nice guys for chat only. Paul had thought it strange at the time and wondered how he'd found his user name, but booted had been easy to talk with and any doubts about him had soon been forgotten. Then a chime from his pc.
Booted.............."Hi Paul why strange, what was strange about it?"
Paul.............." I don't know really it just seemed odd and not like a gay cruising area at all."
Booted............"Oh I'm sorry you didn't like it."
Paul ................"No it's not that, it was a cool place. It's just that no one was there."
Booted............."Did you get out of your car and explore in the woods like I told you to?"
Paul.......... "No I didn't see the point, there were no other cars there."
Booted............."I don't think you're telling me the truth Paul. I think you went into the woods didn't you."
Booted had never talked to him in that way before. Paul felt a wave of fear at being caught lying, although he didn't know why, after all what was there to be afraid of, he could block this guy anytime he liked and never hear from him again; but he was on the hook and booted knew it........Then another message from Booted.
Booted.........."I think you walked down the trail as far as the clearing didn't you, and when you saw what was there you couldn't believe your eyes, and ever since you've been unable to get it out of your mind. Am I right Paul?"
Paul looked at the message. He was confused, how could booted have known he'd found the noose and how did he know about Paul's interest in hanging. Then it hit him. He'd used the same user name for his encrypted messenger as he'd used for the fetish contact websites he'd registered with. Booted could have found his username from a fetish site and used it on a number of different encrypted messenger apps until he found a match. But which fetish site. It had to be the hanging site. He logged onto it and searched members for "booted" but found nothing. But then he found a member called bootedhangman. Could this be the same person. If so it was someone who didn't want to leave a connection between himself and Paul. Paul felt the blood surging into his dick.
Paul..............."Yes you're right booted, I'm sorry for lying."
Booted............"You climed onto the fallen tree trunk and put the noose around your neck didn't you Paul."
Paul................."Yes."
Booted..........."what did you do then Paul?"
Paul................."I just stood there with the noose around my neck for a short while."
Booted............"No, you're lying again Paul. You jacked off with the noose around your neck didn't you?"
Paul..............."Sorry yes I jacked off."
Booted.........."No more lying Paul, you can't fool me, I know boys like you and I know what you want. Now tell me truthfully what did you really want to do after you'd put your head in that noose."
Paul..............."I wanted to hang."
Booted..........."Yes I know, so why didn't you?"
Paul................"I don't know Sir."
Paul realised he'd just called booted Sir. It was unintentional but booted's new assertiveness was difficult to resist. Calling him Sir seemed completely natural and somehow comforting.
Booted............"I'm glad you called me Sir then Paul. I knew it wouldn't be long before you did. You've been waiting for a man like me haven't you, someone to reassure you, someone who understands you, someone you can confide in and someone who can lay your worries to rest. "
Booted........."So once again Paul, why didn't you do it?"
Paul................."I wanted to Sir but I was frightened."
Booted............"Don't be silly Paul, lots of boys feel frightened like you but the ones who have the courage to do it have the ultimate experience. While the others are just dreamers."
Booted............."So do you wish you'd had the courage to do it Paul. "
Booted............."It would have got me really horny if you had Paul."
Paul...................Yes Sir I wish I'd had the courage I'm feeling really horny."
Booted.............."well there's still time Paul, you could drive back there now."
Booted..............I think if you did you'd find a few items that might help."
Paul................."what do you mean Sir?"
Booted............."Just trust me Paul and go now."
Paul.................."What right now Sir, its almost midnight."
Booted............."Why not Paul, its the perfect time. Don't be one of the dreamers, stop dithering. Everything is ready for you in Winterfield forest and you know you've thought about doing it all your life. I'm here to help you Paul like I've helped other boys. Now don't disapoint me. I want you to put on your leather jacket and leather jeans and drive to the forest now, you won't regret it I promise."
Seconds after Paul read the message booted went offline. Common sense told Paul to wank off and go to bed but he couldn't get the thought of the noose hanging there in the forest out of his mind. The journey to the forest was an out of body experience. He was aware of what he was doing and the likely consequences but the force driving him was uncontrollable.
It was just after 2am when he pulled into the dark woodland lay-by. He was shaking with fear and excitement as he started down the trail he'd used earlier in the day. It seemed very different in the dark, though thankfully the full moon was providing enough light to find his way to the clearing. The noose was exactly as he'd left it although it looked even more sinister bathed in moonlight. He stroked his dick through his leather jeans and looked around the clearing. Booted had said they'd be something there to help but what did he mean and how did he know. Paul still didn't understand what was going on except that undoubtedly Booted was enjoying manipulating him. It wasn’t difficult to find the "something " Booted had referred to, it was a black rucksack on the ground next to the fallen tree and he almost tripped over it. He picked it up, it's weight suggested their wasn’t much in it and a quick examination confirmed it. A pair of handcuffs and a bottle of whisky and two small pieces of paper. He used his phone to illuminate the pieces of paper. They were till receipts for cash sales, one from his local supermarket for a bottle of whisky and the other was for handcuffs bought from a sexshop in the capital on the same date he'd been in the city for the day. Someone had gone to extraordinary lengths to plant evidence to suggest he'd planned his own autoerotic hanging. Obviously it was Booted. He could feel his heart pumping blood into his dick. He unscrewed the top from the whisky bottle and drank a third of the contents in one go. He knew that's what Booted expected him to do. The alcohol hit quickly and his nervous apprehension started to fade allowing his obsession for hanging to become dominant. The dark damp forest seemed to be fueling his desire. He knew it was in places like this that evil events had played out. Rape, murder, suicide and in his case autoerotic hanging. He didn't know where Booted was but he could feel his presence. He took another long drink from the whisky bottle and picking up the handcuffs slipped them into a back pocket of his leather jeans before climing onto the fallen tree trunk again. Reaching up he touched the rope, feeling the texture of the moist hemp noose, it felt even more erotic than it had that afternoon. He zipped up the front of his leather jacket and drawing the noose towards him he slipped it over his head and tightened it around his neck. The cool dampness of the rope against his skin sent a shiver throughout his body. Taking the handcuffs from his jeans pocket he noticed there was no key but it didn't matter. He squeezed his hard dick for the last time before putting his hands behind his back and locking the handcuffs tightly around his wrists. Standing directly below the rope he paused for a moment. His senses were heightened, the smell of wild garlic was pungent in the air and the sound of his breathing was competing for attention with the sounds of the forest. He'd never been as aroused as he was at that moment. All his fears and doubts had been banished by a faceless man he'd come to trust implicitly. Booted had coaxed and guided him until he no longer had a choice or indeed the will to resist. Without a moments hesitation he stepped off the tree trunk and into the darkness.
The rope made a squeaking sound as it stretched under his weight and arrested his fall. The noose gripped his neck instantly causing him to utter a cry which rang out through the forest. He experienced a moments lucidity in which his dick began pumping semen into his leather jeans. It was the orgasm he'd always dreamed of but he could feel the blackout coming. He started to struggle violently but the fight was over almost as soon as it had begun. A peacefulness descended on the forest and there was silence except for the sounds of the nocturnal wildlife. The moonlight glinted off Paul's shiny leather jacket and jeans as he swayed gently at the end of the rope. But soon that would be still.
It was around 10 am the following morning when booted logged on to his messenger. He clicked on Paul's name in his list of contacts. The screen displayed a solitary message.
A faint smile appeared on booted's face. Paul had usually messaged him before this time in the morning. By eight in the evening there was still no message from Paul. Booted checked Paul's profile on two other gay fetish sites he knew he used every day. His last login was yesterday around midnight on both. Booted whispered allowed. "Fuck Yes." He started stroaking his dick as he began to look at the large scrapbook he'd fetched from it's secret hiding place under his bedroom floorboards. He opened it roughly in the middle. There were three pages containing photos of Paul, some naked, some wearing leather and one with a noose around his neck. They were all screen shots of photos Paul had posted on the Internet, taken without Paul's knowledge. Booted started thumbing back through the album. There were photos of other young men but unlike Paul they had accompanying news paper articles reporting their deaths by hanging in Winterfield forest. Booted eased his dick out of his jeans and started to slowly masturbate as he looked through the photos. Without doubt Paul had been the best. The next step was to paste the news paper reports of Paul's death into the scrap book but none had been published yet. In any case this time he wanted more. He wanted some real photos of Paul's body hanging from the noose. He searched the local news agencies online for reports of a body being found in Winterfield forest but there was nothing. Obviously Paul's body hadn't been discovered. He knew going back was extremely dangerous but his psychopathic behaviour was becoming uncontrollable and beginning to distorted his judgment.
There was no moonlight to help him find his way like there had been the previous night for Paul, but he knew the trail well and was soon at the clearing. It had an unearthly atmosphere in the pale light coming from his flashlight. Paul was hanging motionless and cold. One of his boots had come off in his final struggle and lay on the forest floor a few feet away. His eyes were wide open but lifeless. Booted started taking photos with the digital SLR camera he'd brought. He desperately wanted sexual intercourse with the body but he knew he mustn't touch it. He had to get off savouring this moment though. He unzipped his fly and pulled a condom onto his dick and slowly began wanking as he took in the sight. It didn't take him long to reach an orgasm, shooting his load into the condom. Then there was torch light in the woods close to the clearing. He panicked ripping off the condom, spilling semen down his jeans and onto his boots as he threw it into the bushes. He zipped his hard dick back into his jeans just as the two police officers entered the clearing. The police had become concerned at the number of suspicious apparently auto erotic hangings in the area and had increased the number of patrols. The two patrol officers had stopped to check out the parked cars in the lay by so late at night when they noticed flashes of light in the woods from booted's camera. They immediately headed down the trail to investigate, but they were totally unprepared for the sight that met them in the clearing. Booted looked directly at them, the implications of the situation slowly sinking in. He knew his game was over.
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