Disclaimer!  Suicide is a serious matter, the contents within are to be taken as (silly) fantasy.  If you or a loved one is in need of assistance, do try and find help.  The suicide prevention hotline for US is 1-800-273-8255.  AEA is a dangerous activity and should never be performed alone. The characters within are trained professionals on a closed course. They are also just text, so they’ll be back to do the noose shuffle again and again for your sick and twisted masturbation needs and they or I in no way advocate for real suicide or unsafe play. Instead, enjoy the madness that runs through my mind at 3AM.  -TheLastGasp




A Remote Experience
“Well, are we really going to do this,” I asked while I looked down at my phone, the screen showing just two others of our breathplay club.  An older pangolin woman named Bethany was in a flowing apron like dress on the left side of the screen.  In her attic she could be seen adjusting some stand lights, while the right side showed a very fat poodle guy named John who was in a badly fitting T-shirt and jeans as he adjusted some sort of metal frame.  


“I mean, I kinda hoped for more than just three of us, but I get it if the others in the club want to wait for a more, um, regal, method, though I thought the idea of ‘gasping by zoom’ was cute,”  Bethany added, laying out various ropes onto a table.


“How is it going for you Paul?  Seems like you’re just pacing around your apartment,”  The poodle asked, adjusting the exercise equipment like frame to ensure it was sturdy.


I looked about my messy room while being asked that, “yeah, I initially was thinking I could get a hook screwed in the ceiling, but found out nothing here could support my, um, svelte nature.  It’s the rudder, really.”  Ok, svelte was rather opposite, the once competition swimmer now sported an impressive beer gut.  Though nowhere as heavy as John had become over the years, even if that bulk was kinda cute on the curly furred guy.


“Should we just wait then, I mean, two isn’t even much a party then, and it was your idea.  We’d hate for the one brave enough to suggest ‘why don’t we just gasp at home on webcam’ to be unable to do so.”  the Pangolin asked as she finally tossed one big tan rope over an attic rafter.  A giggle as a little shower of dust greeted her, stepping away from the little motes fluttering through the lights.  At least he wasn’t the only one with a bit of a messy room to make a last recording in.


“Hmmm, well, I could always tap into an old thought I had, channel my inner angsty teen and choke it out from a door knob.”  I blushed a bit just thinking about it, walking over to the door to jiggle the doorknobs thoughtfully.  Seemed pretty strong, but there would be nothing worse than damaging a door rather than being patient.  It’s not like they had to go hang themselves, but they had promised the club that year ago.


“Oh, just like old times, ha!  I did a few videos of those, choking it while I choked from a doorknob.  Works best from the other side, really, more room, just open the door a bit to get the rope over the top,”  The poodle added thoughtfully.  


Bethany giggling “I don’t think I saw one of those before from you.  You know Paul, the thought of your big old butt jerkin against a door is kind of cute, quite the opposite than our initial plan to just hang like any other group from the public gallows” she said.


“I wasn’t always this big ya know, and those door ones would be, uh, amateur hour, and probably only on a few of the special edition collections.  Always did think of going all the way, and doin a last little ‘homestyle’ choking seems more fun than some stuffy old professional gallows anyways,” John winked, “besides, everyone loves this hipster stuff now, I’m sure it’ll send my collections with them skyrocketing in value.”


I opened the door curiously and looked it over.  Glad I got the sturdier door and hinges for my room.  Tugging the other knob I felt it nice and secure, barely rattling.  I brought over a rope and tied it around the handle slowly, a simple knot to guide over top as a placeholder so I could measure out how much I need.  “Hey, don’t gasping studios have little slots in their doors made for this?” I tried to recall.


“A few, but not as many wanted to see someone shuffle against a door like some horny emo angsty teen,.” the poodle added as he started to put a rope over top of the bar of his frame. Looked like everyone was starting to get ready.  I let the other end of the rope drape over the door, and put up a tripod for the phone.  My TV was already set, displaying the other two, so it was just a matter of turning it to better face the door so I could watch my friends hang with me.


“Should I get my old Emo posters out to make this official then?” I teased back.


I looked over the door a bit more.  Hmmm. I pulled out a couple of heavy hardbacks from a shelf to put between the door and doorframe to prop it better.  My big old rudder butt bumping door should keep it pushed back.  The silky rope made what looked like a small puddle, a soft blue to contrast my own tans and cream.  A ribbon of faux water around my fat neck seemed like the perfect way for a fat sea otter to choke it out.


Bethany was already tying her own noose, having put on a collar with a thick cotton pad over the back of her neck for those rough scales.  No use ripping up the rope with them.  Her own rope looked really rough, old fashioned, thick hemp to make a simple three loop noose.


“Oh, did you get an eyelet rope for yours Paul, I’ve seen a few of those before, was pondering it but I figure I may as well go full angsty teen with a slipknot.”  I looked over the glittery ring on the surprisingly slender black rope.  “Looks kinda fancy, and rather thin, suspect you’re gonna be waiting for us two with your halo already on.”


The big poodle wiggled his butt and wagged, even as he blushed a bit at the comment, “I figure I may as well go nice and efficiently, I’ve worn enough padded chokers to gasp out as long as I could.  I wanna feel something more,lewdly official for executions.”


Hmmm, let’s see… oh, right  padding, the poodle did have a point!  I got a couple socks and put them over the doorknob on the ‘dance’ side.  No fun to just bash my shoulder and elbow into a metal knob while I was jerking it now.  Oh man, I bet I was showing a huge tent now.  Even if my heart raced at the thought of going through all the way.


Although, it looked like Paul also had a cute little boner in his jeans.  I could hear some giggles from the other two, “Oh, man you are going full teen aren’t ya,” John smiling as Bethany added,  “Gonna be pretty cute jerkin those paws for us, and looks like you’re ready to jerk something else.” 


“Didn’t realize how, uh, big you were too,” Paul added as he stood under what looked like a push up bar.  Trying to not stare at the blatant tent in my shorts.  The poodle stood just a few inches below the bar as he drew his rope up over it, to lead over to a simple little tie off hook  Tying himself off with years of practice, “Well, I’m ready, guess we gotta wait for slow poke now.”


“Hh, hey, I did have to figure out a new plan when my original idea didn’t work out,”  I said as I thought about that hook popping out on the first pull of the rope.  At least it wasn’t me going to start ‘play’ then.  


I stood against the door and thought it over on where to tie the ropes off.  I’d want a bit of slack, to kneel down some and move my center of gravity further off my feet.  I tied a dainty slipknot, opening the loop of rope up before putting the silky, smooth material around my muzzle.  A shiver running through my body as it smoothly slid down my cheeks.  Looks like the old guard of the gasper gang is gonna finally go make their halo recordings.  I squatted down and leaned against the door, pushing my hand against the rope to hold it in place to make a good position for the rope.  My knees couldn’t bend as much as I could before, but there’s some give in setting this up.  Plus or minus a few inches wouldn’t matter once I started shuffling my feet on the carpet.  


I took the little noose off for the moment, opening the door more so I could reach around and pin the rope on the other side.  Holding it with one hand as the other untied the place holder knot and looping it again at it’s new height.  Looping around a few times, with a much more secure knot to tug on.  A little thump thump of excited otter tail as I tried to not tremble.  I was really gonna do this, and I’d be going with some adorable friends.


Ah, right, there were two more things.  First of all, gotta dress up right for your goodbye dance.  Tugging my shirt up and off and getting a surprised whistle from Bethany.  Then a BLUSH from the two as I started to wiggle my shorts down.  Revealing my heavy erection to the other two on camera.


I noticed the other two staring at me, “What, weren’t we going to hang naked from the gallows already?”  I winked, “somethin about going out wearing what you came in too just seems so poetic.”


“Oh, yeah, true, but”  Bethany couldn’t help but grin that long snout “well, yeah, just funnier that it is more embarrassing being with just you two than stripping for a small group or nude beach.”


“And looks like you two might have gotten those nooses fit a little too quick then.” I said as I watched Paul ponder and bite his lip, before he started to pull his noose off so he could undress as well..


I myself tossed my clothes aside with a playful waggle of my butt for the camera.  Otters were always happy to get naked.  And my long erection bumping belly made a longer whistle of appreciation from both friends.


“Geez, daddy’s got it going on!”  Paul added as he lifted his shirt to show off his huge belly and fat chest.   Plush curls of fluffy fur between tubby moobs as Bethany showed off in her own way. Her apron-like dress could be untied around her neck and waist without getting out of her noose.  Making a little dance of wide hips to do so as claws fumbled for buttons.


“We’ll see there’s a reason I got a fair number of kits runnin about, who are all probably making plenty more otts right now.”  I said as I walked across to the room to get the other thing I wanted.  A bottle of sweet scented lube, returning to oil up my knot.  


“Oooh, getting extra fancy, though I thought your noose seemed slippery enough.”  Bethany asked, “Kinda goin for rough tugging myself, I got plenty of weight to get over the friction.”  She pulled her own dress aside to show off her ponderous breasts and huge pink nipples.  That soft white fur looking so smooth and thin too, pinkish hide peeking through on her belly and lap.  And of course, those plush folds and their dark pink petals peeking out.


“Very pretty yourself, maybe once we’re in heaven I can get a chance to explore you much more intimately.  If you’d like of course.”  I said with an embarrassed grin and fluff of whiskers.


“Only if I get a piece of your adorable bubble butt, Paul.” John added as he worked his pants off.  His purple and pink penis was on the smaller side, but it was a cute match for him. Poking up from the thick fat of his lap that was half hiding his sheath.


“Deal then, threesomes in heaven, that’s how it works right?”, I said.


“H, hey, don’t I get a say too.”  Bethany stuck out her long anteater tongue at us both.  “Although, are you sure that it’s heaven or hell for getting threesomes.”


“Well, we’re all about to do the rope shuffle, so,  guess it’s threesomes one way or another.”  I added with a little gulp.  I oiled the rope where the knot would slide along, and pumped it back and forth a few times. Flowing like water now, and a little tease of strawberry scent.  I was glad that the lube was still good, it’d been sitting a while on that shelf.


I leaned back on the door and bit my lip, “mmm, was thinking of bondage too, but I think the willing aspect for this is actually really nice, that public gallows would have had us tie arms behind us.  Hopefully the club likes our little homemade addition to the collection of halos.”


“Lucky guys and gals, gonna get three recordings for the price of one,”  Bethany smiled, her big claws resting over her rotund belly to calm herself.  Though the tip of one claw teased at her fat folds in an anything but subtle manner, her wetness glittering in the lights.


The fat fat poodle was putting his own noose back on, adjusting the eyelet to be against the back of his neck.  Fidgeting it a little to ensure it’s snug fit against his wooly fur, “Well, shall we go for three, then, to count down to our threesomes to be?”


We all nodded, as the three of us took a long look.  Silly old timers wanting to go out with a bang apparently!  At least it beat worse ways to go.  Spending your years falling apart alone.  We’re gonna go out in style, and knowing people would masturbate to us dying was just that much more exciting.


One!


 My toes clench and I instinctively lift myself up for a moment. Bethany somehow looks even more serene, her eyes closing peacefully.  While Paul gets a smile from years of practice for the camera.


Two!


I feel a shake in my knees, before settling hands on them.  My tail made a little tappa tap tap on the door behind me.  The pangolin’s tail makes a little scratchy tease even as she starts to lean herself forward.  Paul’s tail wagging despite his calm smile.


Three isn’t said, as we all begin to press ourselves into our nooses.  The other two leaning forward and walking their feet back until I could hear the quiet gurgles from both.  Ropes squeezing around soft fur and padded scales.  My own legs felt like Jell-O, perhaps refusing my struggles to move them knowing full well what I was to do.  But I finally got those first steps out in front of me until the noose bit into my neck.


Once I had a few steps in, it got easier to keep walking and leaning my back down the door.  Long rudder tail sliding out as I walked my legs out until.. GLK!  My center of balance jerks the rope tight as most of my weight settles into a loop of slender fabric!  Eyes watering as I feel my breath catch.  My big webbed feet jerk a kick along the carpet, and I have to clench my hands tight so I don’t reach for the doorknob against my shoulder.


Squeezing my eyes shut, I make a silly flop of my legs to get them further out with a kick and thrust of hips.  GLK! THUMP! The door makes a whump from rope and otter slapping it. My elbows start to rattle out a little drum roll against the wood.  Stars and lines dance behind my clenched eyes, but the little flickers of asphyxiation weren’t showing.  Yet.  That rope was solidly dug in now, making a fat ugly divot under my chin and promising those sweet little spots to torment my vision soon enough.  My head pounding as blood builds and breaths wheeze faintest gurgly sounds from my constructed throat as I strained to look up again to check on the others.


My eyes opened with my vision all watery, struggling to blink out the tears.  I could just see the other two through smeared vision.  Paul of course was so relaxed at first, but he made the most adorable wiggle of butt and paws.  Swaying a little dance with his fat belly and chest sagging and jiggling.  His head lifted by the rope under his chin, as his tongue was pushed past his lips.  Eyes clenched tight, and a shaking squeeze of fists showed his instincts held barely in check.


Bethany was making a resounding rattle in her attic, and he hoped she was home alone.  Huge digging claws scraping wood as she turned her feet sideways to keep her weight leaned forward.  Her hands under her rope, but otherwise not touching it.  Breasts wobbling as she peeked up herself.  Big watery eyes watching, as that long snout showed a drooling grin.  Her own long tongue flicking in and out made a silent moan onto the wood below her.


I could see stars and a flicker of darkness in the corner of my vision.  That tease of asphyxiation made me feel another hot wet twitch of my erection, pre oozing so copious all over my belly and lap.  God, my balls ached with lust to watch those two friends strangle like this.  Even if it was just on webcam!  Knowing this time, this time...!!!


My tail lashed like a snake as I kicked desperate pushes against the carpet.  Thumpathump!  The door batted by my big ol otter butt and rattled jerking arms.  I had to squeeze hands together on my round belly as I felt my chest heave to keep from gripping at the rope.  But that slim noose was dug in so far, it made me wish I could see the deep crease pushed in my own fat neck.  I could certainly feel the effects, as that pounding pressure seemed to roil between a heaviness in my head and whirling emptiness.


The sparkle of dark and light kisses danced more energetic along the edge of my sight.  Nnnph!  Oh god, my fat old body just couldn’t hang like this like I used to.  I tried to watch dizzily at the others, but I couldn’t make them out as well anymore.  I saw Bethany’s snout hanging more and more out as she shook.  And Paul looked just as drooling from his lap.  Normally this is where we’d stop, our safety partners pull us to safety before we dove too deep into the noose’s hold.


We’d have one of our friends, often one of those two in fact, to help pull us off.  Loosen that ligature.  Ensure we never pulled it so hard in the first place.  But this time!  My cock jumped against my belly as I thought of our bodies, serene, still, probably left for a day or two slumped peacefully in a rope’s loving embrace.  My pounding heart ached with a hot burn and ache of strain.  Nnff!  I was going to have a heart attack anyways at this rate.


My thoughts grew more wandering as the darkness spilled through me like tidal waves.  The hot burn of my lungs and the dull wash of my asphyxiating brain overwhelming as the room seemed to disappear, everything guided by one beacon.  The shuddery tenseness of my lap as my cock jumped against my belly.  Instincts trying to fight for life even as I purposefully let it all go for my lut.  And that aching, throbbing yearning was one instinct I so desperately wished to fulfil.


I would have screamed. Cried, yelled all I could if I was able to!  But my mouth flopped like a fish, lungs mostly empty and burning with stale air, as I knew I was about to slip and lose it all.  I hoped I wouldn’t slip before I gave my last, final petite death.


A flash of pleasure rushed through me as the world started to spin and fade.  A wonderful flow of heat and bliss to fill the dark, cold emptiness of my hypoxia addled brain.  All my life given, for a brief flicker of lust and pleasure.  And indeed, to encourage others to share and sate their pleasures with my death.  I could barely tell the sticky heat on my belly, my body was numb, tiny, a forgotten toy.  My last conscious thoughts were a hope those two friends were having just as a mind blowing orgasm as I was.  The world disappeared to just that brief flickering of bliss, trembling in my lap as the rest of me dies for my final orgasm.


I felt my hands slump to sides like limp saks as I let the blackness I had danced with so many times finally claim me now.  Riding the whirlpool down into unconscious, with no one to rescue me.  Far past the point safe words and a partner would allow, likely I would wake up damaged if I was pulled free by now.  But I didn’t have to worry about that.  It was all fading away, and I wondered briefly, if I would ever awaken.  My thought unanswered as all I could do was drool cum from my spent cock and saliva from my bloated lips and tongue, limp in the lethal hold of the noose. 


The cool darkness of unconsciousness was a blissful respite from the fiery ache in my aching lungs and struggling heart, the blunt dull throbbing of my dying brain bulging in my skull, and rushing warmth of orgasm.  IT was pure, inky perfection, and I was sure my friends would be there with me.  


After all, what are friends for?