Furx dropped his backpack onto the floor next to his bed. The little lizard boy had just returned from school and he would be alone at home for couple hours. He knelt down and poked his head under the bed. He dug around for a bit and pulled out a small box. Furx opened it and inside was a small unlabelled VHS-C tape. He placed the tape on the bed and then skipped out of the room.

After a moment he returned with a VHS camcorder in a carrying bag in one hand, and a tripod in the other. He set them on the bed as well and took the camera out of the bag. He attached the battery pack and flicked the camera on. It whirred a little and the image came on in the eye piece.

Furx hit the eject button and the camera sprung open. He placed his VHS-C tape in and closed it. More whirring followed as the camera threaded the tape around the video drum. Furx flipped the eye piece up to expose the tiny screen without having to look through the eye piece. He pressed play to verify that the tape was at the right place. The image flickered and turned to static. [i]Good[/i], he thought to himself, the tape was at the end. He rewound it until it showed the end of the last scene and stopped it.

Next Furx started unfolding the tripod. Deftly he twisted each leg to release them, then he pulled the legs to full extension and gave them a turn the other way to secure them. He set the tripod next to the bed, turned so that the camera would be pointing towards the door.

Furx flicked the lever on the head of the tripod open. Then he picked up the camcorder and set it on the mount, before flicking the lever back into locked position. He turned the camera while looking at the viewfinder until the door was perfectly framed in view.

Furx grinned to himself. Almost ready. Next he pulled his T-shirt off, exposing his slender 13-year old body. Most of his scales were red, with his stomach countershaded in black. On his arms and down his back ran black stripes. His messy hair was likewise dual shaded, with black roots fading to red tips. Next Furx unhooked his trousers' tail loop and pulled them down. His slit came into full view, and his cock was already peeking out.

Furx used his thumb and finger to gently squeeze and rub his cock head and the member engorged under his touch. With his other hand he felt his little body up and down a few times. Feeling the smooth scales under his touch. Soon his cock was at full attention and he was ready.

Just one last preparation to do... Furx turned to his desk and rummaged in the drawer a bit. Soon he pulled out a length of rope. He walked to the door, his tail and bottom swaying in the camera's viewfinder.

Furx looped one end of the rope around the door handle and secured it with a knot. The other end he looped around itself and tied it into a knot so that the loop could run. And with that everything was now ready.

Furx took a few steps back to the camera. He double checked the viewfinder, and then satisfied, hit the record button. The viewfinder flashed “REC” in the center a few times. His little cock bounced with anticipation. He took a deep breath and then stepped in front of the camera.

Furx walked over to the door, his cock bouncing with every step. Then he knelt down and picked up the loop of rope. He opened it enough to be able to push his muzzle through it, and then his head. The rope looped around his neck. He pulled the loop snug.

Carefully, he turned around and sat down against the door. He had to stretch his neck to keep the rope from constricting him. He bit his lip as he waited for a moment. His cock bounced. He waited.

Then Furx scooted his butt forward a little. The rope pulled against him. He scooted a bit more, letting more of his weight fall on the noose around his throat. Furx stroked his cock as he felt the rope digging under his jawline. A little bit more, he felt blood starting to pack into his head. It hurt a little with the rope digging into his throat, but it felt good. He stroked himself more. But then he pushed back up, letting the rope loosen again. He felt the blood flush off his face.

Furx let himself recover for a moment, while he kept stroking himself. Then he lowered himself down again. Blood packed into his head, and into his cock. He lowered himself down even further. It felt so good, so hot... Furx made a little strangled noise as his breath caught in his throat. That made his cock bounce even more under his touch. Furx gagged as he lowered himself down even further. Pressure increased in his head, and in his cock. His cock pulsed with blood, oh he was so close. He felt sparkles in the edges of his vision. So close. His hips jerked. He felt his cock pushed over the edge towards his coming orgasm. He felt nothing but the growing pressure. Just a few seconds more...

His whole body shivered as he felt the first pulse of his orgasm. Then he felt the room spin and there was nothing.

Nothing.

nothing


nothing




something

Something?

Furx' body jerked as he raspily drew breath.

His head pounded.

He gasped again.

Little by little his mind stirred.

He wheezed as he gulped for air. 

When he finally opened his eyes, Furx saw that he was lying on the floor next to the door. The rope was still around his neck, but the other end was unravelled. The knot had come loose. 

He felt stickiness on himself and looked down. His cum, spread over his chest and stomach. He touched it with his fingers. He felt a faint echo of memory, how incredible that orgasm had felt when it came. Better than any he had felt before.

[i]Oh![/i] He suddenly remembered the video camera. He looked over, it was still recording. Wearily he lifted himself up, and walked over to the camera. He reached over and hit the stop button.

Then he hit the rewind button. Once the counter was back to 0:00 he hit stop. And then eject. The camera whirred as the tape wound back inside the cassette and spat it out with a clatter.

Furx took it and then looked through the carry-bag for the VHS-C adapter. He placed the compact cassette inside it and let it move the tape over. And finally he popped the cassette inside his VCR. He hit the power button on his small 14” TV. The CRT whined annoyingly and flickered to life. Furx switched it over to the VCR channel and then his finger hovered over the play button.

He held it there for a moment. Unsure whether he wanted to watch this. Furx swallowed and pressed play.

The TV flickered as the VCR synchronized to the tape and then on screen was a familiar image. Furx' room, with the door closed, and a piece of rope hanging off the handle. After just a moment, from the side of the screen walked in a lithe red-and-black lizard. Buck naked and cock proud. His little tail swayed behind him as he walked over to the door.

The lizard bent down and pushed his head through the loop of the rope. The lizard sat down and started stroking his cock. The rope was tight around his neck. Soon he moved lower and the rope dug in deeper. His face was turning redder as blood packed in, shining through his scales.

He stroked faster for a few moments, but then he lifted back up. His usual colour returned to his face. He waited a few moments, still stroking himself, then he lowered back down on the rope.

This time he lowered further down, and further. The rope dug deep into his throat as much of his weight was on it. His face turned red, and puffy. Still he lowered himself further. There was a faint gargle from his mouth. And another.

Furx' cock was peeking out from his slit again as he watched the lizard on the screen strangle. And it grew as he saw the lizard getting closer to his orgasm. 

The lizard's body jittered. His hips jerked, his leg kicked. His face was turning darker, bluer. His tongue protruded from his muzzle, a little spittle ran down from the corner of his mouth. His body shivered and he made a gargle. There was a spurt from his cock, landing on his chest. Then his eyes fluttered.

The lizard's body fell slack on the screen.

His cock continued to bounce, spurting cum over his body. But there was no other movement. His full weight was on the noose strangling the life out of his body.

Furx swallowed. He knew he was watching himself dying. Had the rope not come lose he would never have woken up again.

Seconds passed. His cock had stopped spurting. His face was turning darker. 10 seconds. 20.

Furx' cock had come back to full hardness as he had watched himself die. Somehow, seeing himself like that was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he couldn't resist touching himself again.

30 seconds. 40. Somehow, second by second the lizard on the screen was looking hotter as he was closer and closer to point of no return and death.

50 seconds. Furx was already close to coming again. 60 seconds. He had never felt this horny, knowing how close he had come to death.

70 seconds. Furx' hips jerked as his cock spurted out again. The new cum mixing with the old on his chest. Spurt after spurt. 

80 seconds. The lizard on the screen moved a little. Then the rope unravelled fully and he slumped all the way to the ground.

As Furx was coming down from his second orgasm, the lizard on the screen was slowly starting to stir...