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The actual culprit -- and those responsible for the mistake -- get their comeuppance in this part.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It turns out that the wrong person was hanged in part 1. The actual culprit -- and those responsible for the mistake -- get their comeuppance in this part.", "writing": "[b]Author’s Note: [/b] The first few paragraphs of this story are repeated from part 1. Also note that “Eta Nu Gamma” in uppercase Greek letters is ΗΝΓ, and that the capital Gamma looks like a gallows.\n\n[b]Thursday Morning[/b]\n\n[i]Buzz.\n\n[/i]Dean Lawson pressed the intercom button. “Yes, Mr. Phelps.”\n\n“It’s Professor Hartley. He says it’s urgent.”\n\n“Thank you.”\n\nThe Dean picked up his phone. “What is it, Professor?”\n\n“I just discovered a horrible mistake. I sent a fail notice to Byron Dawson, but it should have gone to Joe Dawswell. My TA pulled the wrong card from the file. I need to get a message to Dawson and tell him it’s a mistake. I hope I’m not too late!”\n\n“My office received a notification that Byron Dawson was hanged at the Eta Nu Gamma fraternity house at 2PM yesterday.”\n\n“Oh. That means…”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“I see. Well... I’ll send corrected failure notice to Mr. Dawswell, and of course one for my TA. And I'll arrange my own snuff as well.\"\n\n\"But you're a professor. We don't snuff professors for an innocent mistake, How about giving up your pay for the rest of the year, or something?\"\n\n\"No. I hold myself to the same strict standard as I do my students and TAs. I should have double-checked that F-notice before I sent it to your office.\"\n\n\"It's your right, but... Will you at least recommend someone to replace you?\"\n\n\"How about promoting Assistant Professor Wang to full Professor? His students love his lower-division Asphyxia courses.\"\n\n\"I'll ask him to take over your classes for the rest of the year. If he works out, he'll get the promotion.\"\n\n\"I can't really ask for more. Thank you.\"\n\n===\n\n(Ringtone)\n\nKimball Beckham picked up his phone Answer. “Yes, Professor?”\n\n“Come see me at once.”\n\n“Yes, Sir.” The squirrel not-quite ran to Professor Hartley’s office. He rapped once.\n\n“Come in, Mr. Beckham.”\n\nHe walked in and stood, not quite at military attention, in front of Professor Hartley’s desk. “Professor?”\n\n“Do you remember the student who cheated on last week’s exam?”\n\n“Of course. Joe Dawswell.”\n\n“And you got his card out of the file and gave it to me so I could write out a failure notice?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“I just got off the phone with the Dean. It appears you pulled the wrong card. The failure notice went to Byron Dawson. He was hanged at Eta Nu Gamma yesterday afternoon.”\n\n“Oh, sh- … no!”\n\n “Oh, yes. You know what this means.”\n\n“Yes, sir.”\n\n“I need to prepare an F-notice for Dawswell. Get me his card. And make sure you get the right one this time!”\n\nThe squirrel went to the outer office, opened the file cabinet, and grabbed the enrollment cards for Ax204. He thumbed through them to the Ds and pulled out Joe Dawswell’s card. He looked at it again to make sure he had the right one, then went back in and laid it on Professor Hartley’s desk.\n\nThe civet had already pulled a failure notice form up on his screen. “Stick around while I fill this out and print it. Then run it over to the Dean’s office.”\n\n“Yes sir.”\n\nThe squirrel retired to the outer office and sat down to think about what he needed to do next. \n\nTwo minutes later the printer whirred into life and ejected the form. Another page followed it. Kim picked them up and brought them to the professor, who checked the name again, then scribbled a signature. “There. Now go!”\n\nKim picked up the form, looked it over to make sure everything was correct, then read the second sheet. He added his signature to the professor’s and fast-walked out the door. As soon as he hit the concrete outside, he broke into a trot. He was in good shape: he wasn’t even breathing hard when he arrived at the Aylmer Administration building. He slowed down and walked down the corridor to the Dean’s office.\n\n“Go right in, the Dean is waiting,” Ms. Phelps told him.\n\nKim opened the door, walked in, and laid the form on the desk. The Dean picked it up, read it quickly, and added his initials. “Give this to Phelps and wait while she types up the F-notice. Bring it back for me to sign, then deliver it to Dawswell’s mailbox.”\n\nKim took the form to the outer office, returned a few minutes later, and trotted to Dawswell's dorm.\n\n“.”\n\n[b]After lunch\n\n[/b]Joe Dawswell glanced at his mailbox on his way back to his room to study. [i]WHAT![/i] Joe tore the envelope open and read the notice.\n[q]October 26, 2045\nJoseph Dawswell\nIngham Hall\n\nMr. Dawswell,\n\nThis is to notify you that you have failed class Ax204: Advanced Asphyxia Techniques. You are required to do one of the following no later than sunset on October 29:\n1.\t\nContact your professor to appeal this notice.\n2.\t\nReport to the University Gallows to be hanged by the neck until dead.\n3.\t\nMake alternate arrangements.\n\nYours truly,\n\n(professor) [color=blue][i]Sterling Hartley[/i][/color]\n\n[color=green][i]Delbert Lawson[/i][/color], Dean of Students[/q]\n[i]Alternate arrangements. Eta Nu Gamma, maybe. I've heard they'll help anybody who wants to make a splashy final exit. I'll have to ask.\n\n[/i]There was a second sheet of paper. [i]What???[/i]\nMr. Dawswell:\n\nTrue that a Lucite tube is invisible in water, but the part that sticks up above the water can be seen by a camera with the correct filter. Just FYI, of course.\n\nI assume you remember the University’s Honor Code:\n\n[b]No member of the Dolcett University community shall take unfair advantage of any other member of the community.[/b]\n\nYou have violated that.\n\nAnd my TA made a mistake, so Mr. Byron Dawson received the F-notice that should have gone to you and was hanged yesterday at Eta Nu Gamma fraternity.\n\nWhile University policy allows you a choice as stated in the official Failure Notice that accompanies this note, I consider this to be a special case. I expect you to either:\n1.\t\nArrange to die by waterboarding, or\n2.\t\nHang publicly on the University Gallows.\n\n(unreadable scrawled signature)\n[i]Waterboarding. I could cope with beheading, shooting, just about any other type of asphyxiation, even impalement -- even sexier than it is painful. But drowning -- I can't face that. That's why I cheated. And the Uni gallows: that means a long drop -- all over in less than a second. Totally unsexy. But the prof is right. I don’t deserve a sexy death. And leaving Dolcett U -- I'm not that much of a coward. Well, I have three days to figure it out.\n\n[/i]Joe pulled the Dolcett U catalog down from the top shelf of his bookcase and opened it, then sat there staring at the table of contents until the sound of voices in the hallway reminded him that it was nearly lunchtime. He pulled a memo pad in front of him and wrote\n\n\tget boxes\n\twaterboarding?\n\tlongdrop?\n\tleave?\n\nThen he scratched out the last. [i]No way. I'm going to stay here and take my punishment.\n\n[/i]Joe went down to the dining room. Lunch was do-it-yourself BLTs. The rat put two pieces of toast, three strips of bacon, three lettuce leaves, four slices of tomato, and a slice of avocado on his plate. Gale handed him a bowl of mayo. He spread some on the toast, then sat staring at his plate.\n\nTevin looked at him across the table. \"Earth to Joe. What's up.\"\n\n\"Umm.. I guess I'm just not very hungry today.\"\n\n\"But BLTs. You love them.\"\n\n\"Not today.\"\n\n\"Just remember: if something's bothering you, you can talk to me about it. BFF as well as FWB.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Thanks.\"\n\nJoe eventually managed to eat two bacon slices with half a piece of toast.\n\n[i]I hate to waste the food, but if I eat anything more I'll throw up.\n\n[/i]\"You don't want any more?\" Tevin asked.\n\n\"Really, no.\"\n\nTevin ate the other slice of bacon, then used a fork to transfer the avocado slice to Gale. Joe felt a tiny bit better as he headed up to his room. The rat opened his laptop, searched for mood music, and found something comfortable. He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to meditate.\n\nAfter about 10 minutes he gave up. He checked his class schedule and nearly decided to just chuck it.\n\nThen he remembered: Sn 173: Intermediate Snuff Techniques at 3PM. Professor Wilkerson had scheduled a demonstration. [i]One of us is going to get impaled. That'll be worth watching. And if the Prof chooses me, well, I won't have to worry about the other….\n\nOr…[/i] his conscience kicked in, [i]maybe you should show him the note from Professor Hartley. If he chooses you in spite of that, [b]then[/b] you've really done your best.\n\nOkay, okay.[/i] Joe brought the F-notice and the note that came with it, just in case. He handed them to Professor Anderson as he came in. The prof glanced at them and said, \"Okay. Not that it matters: I'm choosing a predator for this demo.\"\n\nProfessor Anderson consulted his seating chart, then turned to the class. \"Val Ecclestone, come up and help us demonstrate an anal impalement.\n\nThe coyote positioned his little star above the pointed wood stake with a brave smile, and bent his legs to get the stake set inside his rectum, then gripped the shaft with his knees and thighs. At the Professor's signal, Val pulled his feet up and allowed himself to slide down slowly, controlling his speed by gripping the shaft with his knees and thighs. Rick was sitting next to Joe and rubbed him while they watched Val wriggle and sometimes scream as he slid down the spear. Whether the screams were pain or pleasure…, Joe looked at Val's face. [i]Pleasure and pain fighting it out, with pleasure mostly winning.[/i]\n\nIt was nearly 20 minutes from when Val mounted the stake until he stopped moving. By the time it was over, both Rick had Joe both had small wet spots on the their jeans.\n\n===\n\nAfter class, Joe went to the student store, bought some packing boxes, and carried them back to his room.\n\nThe rat lay down on his bed, put Eine Kleine Nachtmusik on repeat, and relaxed. Every once in a while, the question of waterboarding or long drop tried to intrude. He hummed along until the music replaced all other thoughts, then went back into his meditation.\n\nThe sound of doors closing in the hall brought him out. He brushed his headfur and went down to dinner. Fried chicken, yum.\n\nJoe put a few pieces on his plate. He picked up a drumstick, bit into it, and put it down. His appetite had vanished. Again. This time Tevin was sitting next to him and touched his shoulder. \"Joe, what's wrong?\"\n\n\"My stomach is threatening to go on strike.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" Tevin took the rest of Joe's drumstick and ate it. He'd already eaten a whole breast. Joe wondered how the duiker managed to stay so trim.\n\nVal followed when Joe got up. \"What's up, Joe? You normally eat like a trencherman. I've always wondered how you keep from bloating up like a zeppelin.\"\n\n\"I'm trying to make a decision, and I don't like any of the alternatives.\"\n\n\"Wanna talk about it?\"\n\n\"Not right now. Maybe tomorrow?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\nJoe thought, but didn't say, [i]I hope.[/i]\n\n[b]Friday morning\n\n[/b]Breakfast was Belgian waffles. Joe managed to eat half of his, after scraping off most of the whipped cream and about a third of the blueberries. He went back to his room, still a little queasy, and started putting things in boxes. Textbooks to the charity for students who couldn't afford to buy them. His good suit, blazer, and ties to his family. Class notes to Iota Kappa to help next year's juniors. He put the rest of his clothes into a box, looked around the room, and tossed everything else into unlabeled boxes. Ha! [i]Let somebody else decide.[/i]\n\nTevin knocked on his door a few minutes after ten.\n\n\"C'min.\"\n\n\"Okay, Joe, what's up about this decision?\"\n\nThe rat showed him the Fail notice,\n\n\"What's the problem? I always figured you'd choose the spit or maybe a short drop if you needed to get snuffed.\"\n\n\"I'm… ashamed,\" he whispered.\n\n\"What? Why?\"\n\nJoe gave Tev the second sheet, the one from Professor Hartley.\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\n\"I feel like I deserve the waterboarding, but I just can't face it. And the University Gallows: that means a long drop. No sexy strangling. Just Clack! Snap! Gone! Not exactly satisfactory.\"\n\nThe duiker smiled. \"I have a foolproof system for difficult decisions. I use it when there are two options I really like, but it'll work equally well for two options you dislike.\"\n\nThe rat made a \"tell me more\" gesture.\n\n\"Take a coin out of your pocket.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" Joe reached down and pulled out a quarter.\n\n\"Now, decide which option is heads and which is tails.\"\n\n\"Okay… heads is waterboarding, tails is the gallows.\"\n\nJoe flipped the quarter. It came up heads. He sat there staring at it for a good ten seconds.\n\n\"You obviously aren't happy with that. Now, here's the secret of my method. If you don't like the result of the flip, you get to flip again. And repeat until you've made your decision.\"\n\n\"Hmmm….\" Joe tossed the quarter again. This time he covered it with his hand when it landed. He waited a few seconds, then sneaked a peak. Heads again.\n\nAnother flip. Another peek. This time it came up tails. It took about two seconds for Joe to realize he'd made his decision.\n\n\"I've decided on the gallows.\"\n\n\"See? Want some more help?\" The duiker puckered his lips.\n\n\"Maybe… No guarantees.\"\n\nTevin grabbed Joe's head and kissed him. Tongues were exchanged. They sat on the bed and Joe reached into Tev's shirt and tweaked his nipples. But when the duiker reached for the rat's zipper, Joe moved the hand away. \"I think Second Base is all I want right now.\"\n\n\"That's fine.\"\n\nThey spent a good half-hour playing feelies, then straightened out their clothes.\n\n\"I'd suggest you go into the bathroom and take care of that…\" Val pointed to the bulge in Joe's trousers. \"Otherwise, you're risking blue balls.\"\n\n\"Maybe I deserve them.\"\n\n\"Oh. Well, if that's how you feel. I'm going to take care of mine.\" He opened the door and walked down the hall to his own room.\n\nThe rat got blue balls as predicted, but not a very bad case and it was over in less than an hour.\n\nFriday was hamburger day by long tradition. Joe put a hamburger and a cheeseburger on a bun, piled on lettuce, a slice of beefsteak tomato, some sautéed onions and a few pickle slices. He slathered on some hamburger sauce -- the kitchen's variant on Thousand Island -- and bit into it. He waited to see if his stomach would object, then ate the rest, with a pause before each bite, just in case. Then he ate a handful of fries. And finished up with a slice of black bottom pie when dessert was served.\n\nHe went straight to his room, logged onto the Uni's discipline center, and made an appointment at the University Gallows, 5:20 that afternoon. Then he knocked on Tevin's door. \"I've scheduled my hanging for 5:20,\" he told the duiker.\n\n\"I'll spread the word.\"\n\n\"Thanks.\"\n\nThe rat went back to his room and emailed his friends, Professor Hartley, and as many Ax204 classmates as he could remember. He logged onto the class website and added a notice there. He took off his clothes, set the alarm for 4:45, and took a nap.\n\n[b]Friday afternoon\n\n[/b]Joe woke up at half past 4, got out of bed, and debated whether to walk to the gallows naked, or put on a bathrobe and slip out of it when he got there. He decided on the first. [i]Not like other students haven't seen me naked in class or wherever.[/i]\n\nHe reset the alarm for 5:05, put his student ID card on the desk, and settled down to watch some hanging videos.\n\nWhen the alarm went off, he picked up the ID card, and started walking toward the quad. Tevin was already waiting in the lounge, along with quite a few of Joe's friends and acquaintances. They formed a tail about 10 feet behind him. More students joined as the rat walked the 4 blocks to the quad.\n\nHe got there at 5:15. Professor Hartley and his TA, Kimball Beckham, were waiting. They applauded him silently. He presented his ID to the grad student in charge, who checked him off, then dropped it in the slot of a steel box with a padlock.\n\nAs Joe climbed up the steps, he noticed that he was getting hard. \n\nThe hangman -- a jackal that Joe vaguely recognized -- greeted the rat at the top of the steps. \"Hands.\"\n\nJoe crossed his wrists behind his back. The hangman put a zip tie around Joe's wrists and pulled it very tight. He measured the rat's neck with a cloth tape, then walked him to the X near the edge of the trap. The jackal pulled the noose open, and Joe bent his head to accept it. The jackal adjusted the noose, then pressed a button. The rope retracted until the noose tightened slightly. And the rat realized: he was so hard it was painful. A few seconds later the rope slackened. But Joe was still hard. [i]Maybe the long drop isn't as boring as I'd thought.[/i]\n\nJoe looked around for a scale, then remembered: [i]there's a scale built into the trapdoor[/i].\n\nJoe heard quiet footsteps on the stairs. A few seconds later a naked possum with blond headfur knelt in front of him. \"May I give sir last pleasure?\"\n\nJoe was gobsmacked. Here was a gorgeous stud, at least an 8, offering him a blowjob. But… \"I… this is my punishment. I cheated on a practical test, and another student was unjustly hanged as a result. I'm not sure if…\"\n\n\"Oh.\" The possum nodded, hesitated, then smiled again. \"Well, I'm not really doing this for you. It's for me. I have this fantasy about sucking somebody just before they hang. And you're so cute. And so hard. And… well… it counts toward my sexual variety merit badge.\"\n\nJoe was torn between his conscience, his libido, and the pleading look on the possum's face. He looked around for inspiration and saw Tevin holding up a quarter. He nodded.\n\nTevin flipped the quarter. \"Tails\".\n\nJoe consulted his libido, then his conscience. \"Flip it again, please?\"\n\n\"Heads.\"\n\nAnother victory for Tevin's method. Joe looked down at the possum. \"What's your name, lovely?\"\n\n\"Foster Jennings.\"\n\n\"My name is Joe. Joe Dawswell. Sure. Go ahead. Just… for yourself, not for me.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Foster licked Joe's tip gently, then ran his tongue along the underside, from the base to the frenum. The rat moaned. The possum wrapped his mouth around Joe's nearly painful erection and started sliding up and down, slowly at first, then faster, timing his movements to Joe's noises. In less time than Joe would have believed possible, he was cumming in Foster's mouth. Foster swallowed the first spurt, then pulled back. The second spurt went on the possum's facefur.\n\nAnd then Joe was falling, the pleasure still pulsing from his balls up through his body. There was a cracking sound, a burst of pain in his neck, and then nothing.\n\nJoe's body turned slowly, nearly halfway around to the left, then back to facing the watchers, then to the right, and back again. One final glob of semen arced through the air and fell to the ground just in front of the watchers. His head was cranked backwards and to the left at a seemingly impossible angle. His feet pointed downward, then upward, then downward. After that the only movement was a slow back-and-forth swaying.\n\nAfter fifteen minutes, even the swaying had stopped. A hyrax in scrubs put a stethoscope to Joe's chest, listened for a few seconds, then nodded her head. \"He's gone.\"\n\nProfessor Hartley turned to Kim. \"Well, that's done. Now we can take care of our own snuffs. Have you decided on yours?\"\n\n\"You know those chairs in Eta Nu Gamma house? The ones they use to test would-be pledges commitment?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I saw that my first year at DU, even though I decided to join Delta Psi Tau instead.\" [i]Watching the wanna-bes hold down the button while the rope strangled them. Charleton Selby was the first to let go. They took him upstairs, put a noose around his neck, and I swear he had the biggest smile as he stepped off the balcony. He came twice before he stopped struggling. I'd bet money he did it on purpose.[/i]\n\n\"Right. And Kimiko Taniguchi outlasted the others and became an Eta. She was chapter VP for two years, and valedictorian in her class.\"\n\nWell, if you tap the button three times in five seconds the cord will stay tight for a full half hour.\"\n\n\"That sounds like fun,\" Professor Hartley said. \"But I bet my plan is even more unusual.\"\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\n\"I've had this fantasy of being strangled to death by a penis.\"\n\n\"Cock-choking? That's kind of messy, but I saw it demonstrated in Sexual Variety 130 my sophomore year.\"\n\n\"No, not cock-choking. A cock pressing on my neck, squeezing my throat shut.\"\n\nKim stopped and thought about it. \"Wow! That is unusual. Do you have anybody in mind?\"\n\n\"No. I'll need somebody with real staying power.\"\n\n\"Why don't you come to Eta house and watch me get strangled. And you'll find some pretty kinky people there.\"\n\n\"Hmm…. Okay.\"\n\nKim grabbed the professor and kissed him. \"For luck.\"\n\nSeward reached down and fondled the civet's bulge. \"Yeah.\"\n\nThat led to another kiss, and some of the students cheered them. They broke apart after a few seconds.\n\n\"See ya this evening.\"\n\n\"Sure. I have one last class to teach, but I'll be there for you.\"\n\n===\n\nKim went back to his apartment, checked to make sure the boxes were taped shut and labeled. He changed into his \"dating\" outfit: skin-tight slacks and a see-through shirt. He taped the \"snuffee\" sign to his unlocked door, activated a rental scooter and went off to Eta Nu Gamma house.\n\nAldous Watson, who'd been a sophomore when Kim was a senior, grabbed him in a hug the moment he walked through the door. \"Kimball Beckham! Good to see you again. What brings you back to visit us lowly undergrads?\"\n\n\"I came here to get snuffed, actually.\"\n\n\"Hmmmm. Should I wish you congratulations or condolences?\"\n\n\"Condolences. It's sort of like flunking out, but different.\"\n\n\"So what did you have in mind.\"\n\n\"I want one of the strangling chairs at the front of the room.\"\n\n\"Anything else? A special meal? Sex?\"\n\n\"Getting to eat with my friends here in Eta house is all the special I want. But sex… That gives me an interesting idea. How about a raffle? Sell tickets as usual, draw three. The first winner gets to execute me. The second winner gets to have sex with me, any way they want. And the third winner gets the same but it has to be different from the second winner's choice.\"\n\n\"Let's talk to Marshall Bellamy.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah. I met him in my senior year. The guy they call 'Radar', right?\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"I remember… People were talking about him and I didn't understand. Somebody… Oh, yeah, that cavy, Taylor Campbell… sat me down with a Blu-Ray set of M*A*S*H -- the original version with Alda, not that stupid remake with Jenson Brewer. Yeah. Let's\"\n\nAldous led Kim to Marshall. \"Beckham here wants to arrange something special.\"\n\nMarshall smiled. \"Tell me about it.\"\n\nKim explained.\n\n\"Oh, yeah, no prob. I'll have it set up before dinner is served.\" Marshall showed Kim to a seat at the high table, then went off to talk to a couple of seniors. He came back a few minutes later. \"It's all arranged.\"\n\nThe professor showed up a few minutes before the furs started migrating into the dining room. The entire house applauded him.\n\nMarshall came over with two blue pills in his hand. \"I'd suggest you take these. I suspect you're going to need them.\"\n\n\"Dinner,\" and Rod Sowards, the chapter VP, stood up and gestured for him to take his seat at the high table. One of the juniors offered Rod his seat. The hippo smiled and bowed. \"I owe you.\" The hamster nodded, and took an empty seat at a table of frosh.\n\nKim touched Seward.\n\n\"What?\" the civet whispered.\n\n\"Tell him.\" Kim waved a hand toward Marshall. \"He's…\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah. I've heard of Radar.\"\n\nKim switched seats with the squirrel so he could talk to Marshall. \"I hear you 'arrange' things.\"\n\n\" What do you need?\"\n\nSeward explained about being strangled by a cock.\n\n\"Wow! Thank you!\"\n\n\"What? Why are you thanking me?\"\n\n\"You managed to come up with something I never heard of before. This is going to be fun.\" The raccoon put a fiver on the table. \"Bet you a fin I can have it arranged before dinner is over.\"\n\nSeward smiled, reached into his wallet, and put another fiver on top of Marshall's. \"It's a bet.\"[i]\n\n[/i]The waiters were bringing out dessert when Marshall leaned over. \"It's all arranged. There's this bull, Nat Sergeant. He's a Delta -- your frat, right?\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"According to my contact, he's got a 7-inch dick and he can fuck for half an hour without stopping or getting soft.\"\n\n\"And he's willing?\"\n\n\"Tyrrell Rivers, my contact at Delta, says Nat practically jumped up and down when he heard what you wanted.\"\n\n\"Great! You win.\"\n\nMarshall picked up the two bills and tucked them into his pocket.\n\nEverybody went back to the main room after dinner; Devin stood up and announced Kim's plans: \"Kimball Beckham is a TA in the Asphyxia department and an Eta. He received an F-notice, and he wants to be strangled to death in one of our testing chairs.\" The members applauded. When that had died down, the raccoon announced the raffle and the prizes. The applause was even louder, with cheers and whistles.\n\nWhen it was starting to die down, one of the seniors shouted, \"You go, Beckham!\" and the a\n\npplause got louder again. Kim blushed and smiled. Just listening to his plans from someone else's mouth brought an anticipation, a little bit of swelling between his legs.\n\nThe members lined up to buy tickets. Devin turned the barrel ten times, then pushed it over to Kim, who undid the latch, opened the door, reached in, and read the number. \"181.\"\n\nEmerson Judd, a tall, slim sophomore, stood up and yelled \"Yes!\" He showed his ticket to Kim, who nodded. \"You get to do the honors.\"\n\n\"And I'm going to really enjoy putting that silk cord around your neck and pushing the button.\"\n\nKim smiled and kissed him, then groped his package. He stammered something unintelligible and went back to his seat, smiling. Kim latched the door, spun the barrel again, and drew another ticket. \"246.\"\n\nA stocky wolf who looked barely 18 stood up, and waved his ticket, then handed it to Kim. \"I'm Sanford Cartwright. I don't think you know me: I'm a brand new pledge.\"\n\nKim nodded and gave him a quick kiss. The squirrel gave the barrel one more turn, opened the door, plunged his hand deep into the barrel, and pulled out one more ticket. \"208,\" he called out.\n\n\"That's me.\" A small kinkajou with black headfur came over and showed his ticket. \n\nKim smiled at him. \"Edric Daubney. I remember you, you were a frosh my senior year. You'll be the last sex I ever have. I hope you'll enjoy it.\"\n\n\"I will. I think you will too.\" Edric gave Kim a tentative kiss. Kim made it rather less tentative.\n\n\"Well, let's go on to the fun.\" Kim took off his shoes and socks, then unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. He turned slowly around, making sure everybody got a good look at his endowment. He walked over to Cartwright and turned around again. \"What's your pleasure?\"\n\n\"I'd like to take you doggie-style, on the floor, if that's okay with you. \"\n\n\"Sure. Give me a moment?\"\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\nKim went to the bathroom and emptied himself. Then he got down on the floor and \"presented \". Marshall handed Cartwright some lubricant. The kinkajou spread some on his cock and Kim's tailhole, then reached under and spread some on the squirrel's erection. He rubbed it a few times. \"Might as well get you in the mood.\"\n\n\"I already am, but a little extra doesn't hurt.\"\n\nThe kinkajou pushed, popped through Kim's sphincter, and slowly pushed all the way in.\n\n\"Ooh, nice!\"\n\nSanford pulled almost all the way out, the pushed in again. And again. Kim moaned. This went on for a couple of minutes, then Sanford switched to shorter strokes, the head of his cock rubbing over the squirrel's prostate. \n\nSanford slid in and out, again and again, the two of them moaning almost in chorus, then started keening. \"Let me know when you're almost there.\"\n\n\"Ahhhhhh… soon.\"\n\nThe kinkajou pulled out, wrapped his hand around Kim's cock, and moved up and down. He thrust deep into the squirrel, held the position for a moment, then withdrew until his tip was barely inside Kim's rosebud. And again. And again. \n\n\"I'm gonna…\"\n\nSanford sped up, his fingers rubbing Kim's tip. Kim felt the kinkajou's hot sperm squirting inside him and yipped as his own orgasm hit. A few more thrusts and Sanford stopped with his organ as deep as it would go. He held that position for most of a minute, then the two of them collapsed in a heap. \n\nWhen Kim was able to speak coherently again, he looked around the room, found Edric, and panted, I… I think… I need to… rest… a while… after… that… if it's ….okay… with you.\n\nThe wolf grinned. \"Sure. No prob.\"\n\n[b]About an hour later\n\n[/b]\"So, what did you have in mind?\"\n\n\"I'd like to 69 with you.\"\n\n\"That sounds like fun. I'm not sure I'll be able to cum, but I can still get pleasure from it.\n\nThe wolf looked a bit crestfallen, but nodded his head. \"I'm okay with that.\"\n\n\"Now for a good place to lie down.\n\nOne of the frosh -- a springhaas -- came over carrying an air mattress. A guinea pig followed with a bicycle pump. In a couple of minutes the mattress was in the middle of the floor, fully inflated. \"Will this do?\"\n\n\"It's lovely. Kim turned to Edric. \"Okay with you?\"\n\n\"Great.\"\n\n\"Would you like to lie on top of me or on the bottom?\"\n\n\"If I can't make you cum, I think I should be underneath. That gives you more freedom of movement to pleasure me.\" He lay down on the mattress with his legs apart.\n\nKim reversed over him and wrapped his mouth around the wolf's cock. Edric moved Kim's hips slightly and opened his mouth. Kim slid in. It was hot and wet, the Wolf's lips tight around Kim's shaft.\n\nKim sucked him the wolf in as far as it would go, then pulled his lips back to the glans. A warm, wet tongue around his own member reminded him; he pumped his hips, sliding deeper into the wolf's mouth. Kim did this a few more times, then thrust in as far as he could, cradling Edric's balls in one hand while he first licked, then gently sucked them. \n\nThe squirrel grabbed the wolf's base in one hand, took it in his mouth again and slid his lips down to his hand, then up to the frenum, down, up, again and again. \n\nThe wolf put his hands on Kim's hips and pulled him in, then out, in and out.\n\nKim took the hint -- and the pleasure it brought -- and started his own thrusts into the wolf's mouth. He moved his own mouth faster as the wolf got noisier, and faster yet as the moans grew louder and more desperate. He could feel pleasure building in his own cock, and thrust harder and faster.\n\nAt last Edric came screaming in Kim's mouth. The squirrel slowed down, licking the underside but leaving the glans mostly alone. Kim slid deep into Edric's mouth, again and again, harder and faster, but just couldn't get over the edge. The sensation of the wolf's lips and tongue got to be more than the squirrel could stand. He pulled out, slowly, turned to face the wolf, and opened his lips, letting Edric see the semen on his tongue. Then he swallowed and licked his lips.\n\nThe wolf and squirrel rolled over unto their sides and shared a long, deep kiss.\n\nEdric accepted a hand up from the frosh who'd brought the mattress, then found a seat to watch what came next.\n\nKim went off to the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later and faced Emerson. \"Now you get to have your fun.\"\n\nThe marten looked into Kim's eyes. \"And you won't, I suppose?\"\n\n\"Oh, I will. I will.\"\n\nEmerson led Kim to one of the strangling chairs at the north end of the room. Kim stood there staring at it for a moment.\n\n\"Changed your mind?\"\n\n\"Not at all. Imagining what I'll look like with the rope choking me to death.\"\n\nMarshall waved a hand and one of the frosh came over.\n\n\"Ma'am?\"\n\nThe raccoon pointed to a door. \"There's a big mirror in that closet. Set it up so Kimball can see himself.\"\n\n\"Sir.\" The frosh went over to the closet, and came back with a large mirror. He braced it between two armchairs so it faced the strangling chair, then retreated.\n\n\"Shall we give him a reward?\" Kim whispered.\n\nEmerson nodded. \"Hey, Cockburn.\"\n\n\"Yes, Senior?\"\n\n\"Why don't you grab a chair cushion and sit on the floor next to me. You'll get a really good view.\"\n\n\"Why, yes sir. Thank you, sir!\"\n\nEmerson finished tying Kim into the chair, then grabbed the squirrel's dick and gave it a good squeeze.\n\n\"Oooh…. nice. Do it some more.\"\n\nThe marten squeezed it again, and again, then licked his fingers spread his spit over the head.\n\nKim writhed in the chair and breathed, \"Yes, yes, yes!\" But he stopped after about a minute. The marten reached behind the chair, brought the silk strangling cord forward, and nestled it just under Kim's chin.\n\nHe looked Kim over again and smiled, then undid his zipper, reached in, and brought out his already-hard cock.\n\nKim looked slightly surprised.\n\n\"I'm going to jack off while you strangle, and paint your face when I cum.\"\n\n\"Cool!\"\n\nEmerson pushed the button three times, quickly. The cord slowly tightened until Kim could not breathe at all. His mouth opened in a gasp, but he looked steadily at the marten.\n\nEmerson smiled, reached into his pocket, and brought out a tube. He squeezed some into his hand and coated his dick from the tip down to his balls, then started sliding his hand up and down.\n\nKim managed to smile a little, but most of his attention was on the stifled feeling in his chest. A little bit like he imagined a mild heart attack might feel like. But he knew it for what it was: the air in his lungs getting stale.\n\n[i]I've done this so many times. But this time… this time the rope will… this time is for fuckin' real![/i] He had a [dry cum] just thinking about it.[i]\n\nI've been through this dozens of times in class, starting in my sophomore year, then squeezing tighter and lasting longer until graduation. And again in some of the post-graduate classes.[/i] [i]But this time nobody will loosen the rope or lower me to the floor and take the noose off. This time the chair will strangle me until I die.[/i] He felt a tiny pulse of pleasure just thinking about it, and a little bit of precum dripped from his organ.[i]\n\n[/i]Kim started struggling to get free from the chair as the pleasure faded, but there was no escape. Blood backed up in his head, gradually turning his face pink. His struggles grew weaker as his last few minutes went by, and he saw spots before his eyes. A few seconds later he felt his final orgasm building. He tried to get a hand free to rub himself, but he was bound too tightly.\n\nIt turned out not to be necessary. The orgasm took the squirrel, willy-nilly. Cream erupted from his cock, spurt after spurt into the air and onto the polished floor in front of him. Emerson saw the intense expression on Kim's face and sped up. Less than a minute later Emerson's semen spurted onto Kim's mouth. The squirrel seemed to be still aware: a smile curled his lips upward as the semen dripped off his chin and onto his chest.\n\nA student handed Emerson a box of Kleenex; he cleaned his softening cock, then tucked it back into his underwear.\n\nKim's lips turned purple about two minutes later. His muscles contracted and relaxed as cells in his brain fired off randomly. His face took on a bluish tint. Emerson used three fingers to check the squirrel's carotid pulse, then shook his head.\n\nA few minutes later all of Kim's muscles spasmed, then relaxed. And again, 30 seconds later.\n\nEmerson checked Kim's pulse again and nodded. He turned to the waiting audience.\n\n\"I think he's done, folks.\"\n\nMarshall looked at the clock. \" I'd say you're right, but the cord will stay tight for the full 30 minutes.\"\n\nAfter the allotted time, the chair automatically loosened the silk cord. Three seniors untied the ropes and Kim's body slid out of the chair onto the floor. Devin called the Uni's post-snuff disposal team.\n\nSeward stood up. \"Now that's taken care of, I can tend to my own snuff.\"\n\n\"Here, or…?\" Devin asked.\n\n\"Delta Psi Tau. I know that most people consider Eta the most prestigious frat, but I'm a Delt, and I think it would be appropriate to make my exit there.\" He raised his voice to address the room. \"And I'd like to thank Marshall Bellamy for arranging it.\"\n\n\"My pleasure.\"\n\nSeward turned to Marshall and hugged him. \"And you're invited if you'd like to watch.\"\n\n\"Would I? You can bet a lot more than a fiver on that!\"\n\nSeward bent over laughing. When he recovered, Devin asked if he'd like a ride over to Delta Psi Tau house. \n\n\"I officially stopped being a professor at 5 this afternoon. So I think I can ride the scooter over there without damaging my dignity too much.\"\n\n\"True. Kiss for good luck?\"\n\n\"Good luck. Heh! Sure, go ahead.\"\n\nDevin put his arms around the civet and gave him a firm kiss lasting nearly two minutes. He was just letting go when Marshall came running over.\n\n\"I just got a call from Lindsay Hyland at Delta.\"\n\n\"Their 'arranger', right.\"\n\n\"Yes. Lindsay called Professor Morris to ask about borrowing the special table he uses in the freshman and sophomore Bondage classes. Professor Morris said yes, and then he offered to let us use the big lecture hall in the Cullen Building. That will allow a much larger audience.\"\n\n\"What, get snuffed in front of a hundred students?\"\n\n\"Yes. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but…\"\n\n\"Want to?\" the civet interrupted. \"Of course I want to. Getting strangled in front of…\" He paused to think. \"Yes. Everybody who's currently enrolled in one of my classes, plus everybody who took one of my classes last term. The entire faculty of the Asphyxia department. And of course all the Etas and Deltas, if they want to watch.\"\n\n\"I'm betting they will.\"\n\n\"Good. Let's do it that way.\"\n\n\"Ummm… you were thinking of doing it tonight?\"\n\n\"Yes. Oh, I see what you mean. Not enough time to notify everybody.\"\n\n\"Right. How about before lunch tomorrow.\"\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\n\"I'll send out the invitations. Umm… your TA is kind of unavailable. That list of students…?\"\n\nSeward opened his purse and pulled out a keychain. \"This one, with the notch in the side. It will open my office.\" He pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote three numbers. \"The combination to my filing cabinet.\"\n\n\"Anybody else you'd like to invite?\"\n\n\"I already invited the two other people I want there.\"\n\n\"Of course. Consider it done.\" Marshall typed a note into his phone. \"And…\" he paused. \"I imagine you've already given up your apartment. Would you like to stay in a guesting room here at Eta Nu Gamma, or over at Delta house? Or…?\"\n\n\"I'll be at Delta house.\n\n\"Okay. See you tomorrow morning.\"\n\n[b]Saturday morning\n\n[/b]Seward woke up to a knock on his door. He was sore in the three usual places plus a few more he wouldn't have thought possible. It was a good soreness, though, reminding herhim of a highly enjoyable evening that had lasted until sometime after 3AM. He remembered Leo, his FWB, cumming in his ass and then licking him clean. Leo had never expressed any interest in doing that before. And giving Tyron, his BFF since his undergrad days, a blowjob. Until last night Tyron had been \"entirely hetero\".\n\n[i]Well, as a former professor at Dolcett U, I know very well that the prospect of watching somebody get snuffed is a powerful aphrodisiac. I'd bet on an orgy while I'm getting strangled, but I doubt there's anybody stupid enough to take that bet.\n\n[/i]The rest of the night was a blur of cocks, scrotums, tongues, lips, fingers, nipples, and hands.\n\nThe knock was repeated. \"Breakfast in ten minutes.\"\n\nAfter breakfast, Seward went over to the bookshelves and got out a collection of stories by A. P. Damien, [i]What is it with authors who use initials instead of a first name?[/i] He sat down and started reading, but soon closed it and put it back. He looked over the other books -- both Dolcett-related and ordinary fiction, but didn't find any he wanted to read.\n\nSeward looked around and spotted Tyrrell at a desk, making notes on a memo pad. He walked over and waited for the coyote to notice him. \n\n\"Oh, Hi. Do you need help with something? Or just want to talk?\"\n\n\"I'm looking for something to keep me busy until eleven. I'm just too keyed up to sit here and read or watch TV.\"\n\nTyrrell thought a moment. \"HDH-Vortex sent us a \"Best of Vortex\" package -- all the snuff scenes from their films up through last year. How about you go over to the Bondage lecture hall. I'll cue it up and you can watch it while you're waiting.\"\n\n\"That sounds… better than great!\"\n\n\"I thought you might like it. I'll be back in maybe 10 minutes.\"\n\nSeward went to another bookcase that held \"coffee table\" books. He grabbed one with \"strangulation\" in the title and started leafing through it. He stopped and stared at one page, imagining himself with that long silk scarf around his neck.\n\nHe was startled when Tyrrell sat down next to him. \"It's all arranged. One of Professor Hartley's TAs will run the projector. Shall we go?\"\n\n\"Yes!\" Seward grabbed the 'yoteand hugged him.\n\nTyrrell went upstairs and came back with three seniors. \"Landon Dickenson, Talbot Blakely, and Lyndsey Thrussell, Sir. They'd like to watch the DVD with you.\"\n\n\"Oh, yes, you've been in several of my classes. You're welcome to join me. Anybody who wants to can come along and watch.\"\n\n\"Good. Let me fetch my car.\" \n\nTyrrell came back a few minutes later. \"Right outside. I'll just run you four over to Cullen, then come back here and make sure all the arrangements stay arranged. And you can bet I'll be there to watch you, Professor.\"\n\n\"Wilma, please, I'm not a professor any more.\"\n\n\"Okay, Seward.\"\n\nTyrrell dropped them off a couple of minutes later. They went into building and upstairs to the lecture hall. They found the lights dimmed, and Crispin Winthrop, Professor Hartley's TA, sitting by the projector. The tanuki turned it on, and the HDH Vortex logo appeared on the screen.\n\n\"It's cued up. Just tell me when and I'll start it playing.\"\n\nThe four took seats in the front row. \"Go ahead, please\" Seward called out.\n\nThe lights dimmed and the opening credits for [i]Confessions of the Mountains [/i]appeared. Then came the scene where the star, Lance Archer, gave the executioner, Juan Strickland, a passionate blowjob, followed by the march up the steps to the gallows and the fatal step as Strickland pushed Archer off the platform. And the short version of the hanging as Archer kicked, struggled, slowed down, and finally a close-up of his cyanotic face with the satiated smile.\n\nThe scene paused. \"You folks want to see the full-length version of the hanging?\"\n\nSeward looked at his companions. Nods all around. \"It's unanimous. Hell yeah!\"\n\nWinthrop touched a key and the entire, uncut hanging, all 23 minutes of it, played. There could be no doubt that Archer had given his final performance at the end of that rope.\n\nThe applause was surprisingly loud. Seward stood up and looked around. There were quite a few shadows in what had been empty chairs. \"Lights!\" he called out. The room got brighter, and he saw that there were now over 20 furs, about 3/4 male, scattered around the auditorium, with Tyron and Leo sitting directly behind him. Several couples had their hands in each other's laps, and one serval was moving slowly up and down on his seatmate's cock.\n\nSeward turned around and whispered to Tyron, \"Would you lend your scarf to Leo, just for an hour or so?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"And Leo, would you put the scarf around my neck and pull on it. Not real hard, just enough for me to feel it there?\"\n\n\"Oh, you want a preview… Umm… prefeel…?\n\n\"Exactly.\"\n\nLeo looped the scarf loosely around Seward's neck and tugged on it gently.\n\n\"Like this?\"\n\n\"A little bit harder.\"\n\n\"How's this?\"\n\n\"Sexy!\" Seward waved a hand to get the projectionist's attention. \"Okay. Next film.\" The lights dimmed and the noir classic [i]Ending in the Forest[/i] came on the screen. Only one sex scene, the star and the hangman engaged in a 69, switching who was on top every few minutes until both fell asleep, completely satiated. Then came the ending: Becca-Anne Darby plummeting down from the treetops with a noose around his neck. The sudden stop at the end that left his head twisted back and to the right. And the smirk on his face had helped win him the Oscar that year. Even the natural fear reaction to a long fall like that hadn't brought him out of character: the downtrodden but ultimately triumphant bangtail whose hanging would be the signal for the peasant uprising that he had worked so hard to bring about.\n\nThe lights came up again and Seward could see that over half the seats were filled, and quite a few held more than one occupant.\n\n\"Bathroom break,\" said Winthrop.\n\nSeveral people got up and left the room. Ten minutes later they had all returned.\n\nThen came [i]Crying Under the Stars. [/i]Two sex scenes: Moss Strickland riding Juan Rivera to a screaming climax for both, then Moss on his hands and knees with Bernard Russell not-quite-raping him, his face showing the \"It hurts so [i][b]good[/b][/i]\" expression that had moved him from bit player to second lead to snuff star in only three years. And then the big scene: Moss sitting in a chair, his hands clenched around the arms while Juan turned the stick, tightening the Manila hemp cord around the gerbil's throat. His obvious orgasm just before he lost consciousness, and the final few seconds with his eyes staring blankly into infinity.\n\nAnother pause. \"Want the long version?\"\n\nSeward surveyed the room. A forest of waving hands and thumb-and-forefinger \"OK\" signs. \"The long version, please. That should get us close enough to 11.\"\n\n\"Right-O,\" the projectionist said. The lights dimmed and the movie started from Moss sitting down in the chair and speaking his final line. \"C'mon, you can do it. You paid for it, now enjoy it. And don't worry, I'll enjoy it too.\"\n\nThen Bernard walking behind the chair, picking up the cord, dropping it over Moss's head, and draping it loosely around the gerbil's neck. Inserting the stick and giving it, one, two, three, four turns. The gerbil's face showing a mixture of fear and excitement as he feels it squeeze his throat shut. \n\nAnd then the fear gradually becoming dominant as the cord starts to bite into Moss's neck. Gradually increasing as the air in his lungs turns stale. His hand busy between his legs, jerking up and down faster and faster. His face turning purple and a satiated smile on his lips. The light gradually leaving his eyes until they stared off into the distance. His body slumping in the chair and his face gradually fading to a pale blue.. The light gradually leaving his eyes until they stare off into the distance. Bernard's hands moving slightly as they held the stick in place and his face lighting up as his semen coats the gerbil's headfur. And then about twenty minutes of complete stillness except for the small movements of the executioner's hands holding the stick.\n\nThat performance had gotten Moss an Oscar nomination, but Tibby Bentley had won the statuette with his performance both before and during his hanging in [i]Outlaws of the Badlands[/i].\n\nThe lights came up. Nearly every seat was taken, quite a few by couples, and the clock at the front read 10:56. Seward looked around and saw Professor Hartley, along with someone he didn't know. The stranger was naked… and erect… and at least seven inches. He stood up. \"Hi. I'm Seward Hartley. I'm guessing you're my executioner.\n\n\"Nat Sergeant at your service, Prof…\"\n\n\"Just Seward now.\"\n\n\"I'm at your service, Seward.\"\n\n'Then let's get on with it.\" Seward shrugged out of the bathrobe and stretched his hand out. Nat took it and led the civet up the stairs onto the stage. To the bondage table. Seward noticed that it had a blanket stretched over it so it wouldn't be cold. There was a small satchel on the floor underneath.\n\nNat hooked a small stepstool with his foot and pulled it over to the table. \"Up you go, Seward.\"\n\nSeward climbed onto the stool, then onto the table. Nat put a strap tight across the civet's shoulders, another over his hips, and a third across his knees. The bull brought up two cloth loops from under the table and stretched the Seward's ankles out toward the lower corners of the table.\n\n\"Are you right or left-handed.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\nNat put another cloth loop around Seward's left wrist and tied it to a ring next to his left thigh. He strapped the civet's right elbow to the table, but left his hand and forearm free.\n\n\"Test those for me, Seward.\"\n\nThe civet tugged and jerked at the bindings, but there was no give. He tried again, using all the strength he could muster. \"They're all solid. \"\n\nNat waved an arm, and a cow in green scrubs came out from the wings. She attached three electrodes to Seward's chest, then plugged the cords into a little box on the floor under the table.\n\n\"Would you like some lube?\" Nat asked.\n\n\"That would be nice, yes.\" He paused, then asked \"What time is it?\"\n\n\"10:58:32\"\n\n\"Close enough. Let's get started.\"\n\nNat unzipped the satchel, brought out a jar of Vaseline, put a large dab of it on Seward's right palm, then spread it some generously on his own cock.\n\nThe lights dimmed halfway, and the screen above the stage lit up. The right side showed a close-up of Seward's head and neck. The left side showed his equipment.\n\nNat fitted his cock into the soft spot under Seward's chin. He put one hand behind the civet's head and pulled it forward, chin nearly touching chest. Seward gasped and said, \"That hurts a littleggg\" in a strangled voice.\n\n\"Going to get worse in a bit.\" Nat started thrusting back and forth in the tight space between Seward's chin and neck.\n\n\"Ohh… nice!\" he said after a few seconds.\n\nAfter a few seconds, Seward said, \"kkk… I gggan still bregggthe.…\"\n\n\"I can fix that.\" Nat pulled Seward's head harder. The civet winced slightly as Nat's cock pushed harder into his neck. Then he reached down, spread the lube on his cock, and started rubbing himself slowly.\n\nAt first, Seward enjoyed the sensation of the cock digging into his neck. It hurt some but the pleasure in his cock distracted him. But after a minute or so the suffocated feeling built. [i]I can't breathe. Why did I ask for this? [/i]It got worse and worse. He struggled against the bindings in his panic, but he couldn't move anything except his right hand. \n\nBut the pleasure in his cock built and built. [i]I'm being strangled by a penis. How many times have I had this fantasy… hundreds… maybe over a thousand…[/i] Seward's head was feeling a bit muzzy from lack of air. [i]Not much time left. Gotta do it now if I'm gonna do it at all. [/i]He sped up, stroking faster, gripping a little bit tighter.[i]\n\n[/i]The audience watched Seward's frantic self-pleasuring, along with the panicky expression on his face. A few people placed bets on whether he'd manage to cum before he lost consciousness, but most were busy rubbing themselves or each other. A few couples went to the back of the room to fuck and/or suck, then one couple lay down on the carpet in front of the stage and did the same. They were soon joined by Steven Tobin, Niles Rayner, and Gaylord Thorne, making a spitroast on the carpet \n\nThe tech moved switches and plugs frantically and got the \"floor exercises\" onto a large screen facing downward to the stage. Seward spotted it almost immediately, and used all the strength in his neck muscles to turn his head a fraction of a degree. And again. And again. Nat didn't notice at first, then realized that Seward was trying to signal him. He looked around, then at Seward's face, and noticed that the civet's eyes were focused slightly to the left -- upstage. Nat looked up and saw the screen. \"Oh, neat!\" he said. Seward's eyes blinked twice to acknowledge him.\n\nSeward rubbed harder and faster. The choked feeling increased, and the fantasy with it. Seward visualized himself, struggling, face turning blue, the strangling cock erupting goo as he died. His chest muscles strained for air, but no air came.\n\nThe suffocated feeling was overpowering. [i]How did I get myself into this? [/i]He knew, of course -- it was because he had failed to double-check Kimball when he'd sent out that first F-notice. And w[i]hy did I choose this?[/i] Again the answer was obvious: [i]I've had this fantasy since the first time I saw a garroting on TV.[/i]\n\nThe sound of the audience clapping in rhythm and the various sexual activities faded out, replaced by an obnoxious ringing in his ears. The civet rubbed frantically, as hard and fast as he could, and was rewarded with an overpowering pleasure. His semen squirted into the air, landing on his thighs, the table… he rubbed so hard that one spurt landed on the bull's pizzle. The image overhead slowly lost color, went to grayscale. [i]I must be losing consc… [/i]then to black and white. A last few spasms of pleasure wiped out the strangled sensation and the pain from his neck.\n\nAnd a few seconds later, even that no longer seemed to matter. All sensation faded away.\n\nNat noticed that Seward's face had gone slack and his lips were starting to turn blue, Nat thrust as hard and fast as he could, and a few seconds later felt the first crest of orgasm.\n\nThe femme in scrubs stood up. \"It's over,\" she announced. \"His heart went into V-Fib a couple of minutes ago, and now he's flatlined.\"\n\nNat let go of Seward's head and pointed his cock at the civet's face. He pumped his hand up and down as his semen jetted out onto Seward's lips, chin, nose, and cheeks. One last spurt went onto the bridge of the civet's nose and spread into the vacant, staring eyes.\n\nTyrrell stood up. \"Let's hear it for Professor Emeritus Hartley. He left us the way he wanted to.\"\n\nThe audience stood up and applauded. Except for the threesome on the floor. Steven was still sliding rapidly up and down Niles's erection. He groaned and stiffened, thrusting his hips as far forward as he could. He sped up a little more, then slid down to get all of him into his mouth with the head partway into his throat. He held that position for nearly a minutes, then slowly backed off, opened his mouth, let a little bit of semen drip onto his chin, then swallowed the rest.\n\nThe clapping had slowed down, but sped up and got louder again. The threesome gradually got to their feet and bowed to the audience. Steven waved his hands and the applause stopped. The three stood up and joined the crowd making its way out the double doors at the back of the hall.\n\nThe nurse signed Hartley's death certificate, then called the disposal team. She waited for them to arrive, gave them the certificate, and went home to relieve an itch that had been building for more than half an hour.\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Author’s Note: The first few paragraphs of this story are repeated from part 1. Also note that “Eta Nu Gamma” in uppercase Greek letters is ΗΝΓ, and that the capital Gamma looks like a gallows.

Thursday Morning

Buzz.

Dean Lawson pressed the intercom button. “Yes, Mr. Phelps.”

“It’s Professor Hartley. He says it’s urgent.”

“Thank you.”

The Dean picked up his phone. “What is it, Professor?”

“I just discovered a horrible mistake. I sent a fail notice to Byron Dawson, but it should have gone to Joe Dawswell. My TA pulled the wrong card from the file. I need to get a message to Dawson and tell him it’s a mistake. I hope I’m not too late!”

“My office received a notification that Byron Dawson was hanged at the Eta Nu Gamma fraternity house at 2PM yesterday.”

“Oh. That means…”

“Yes.”

“I see. Well... I’ll send corrected failure notice to Mr. Dawswell, and of course one for my TA. And I'll arrange my own snuff as well."

"But you're a professor. We don't snuff professors for an innocent mistake, How about giving up your pay for the rest of the year, or something?"

"No. I hold myself to the same strict standard as I do my students and TAs. I should have double-checked that F-notice before I sent it to your office."

"It's your right, but... Will you at least recommend someone to replace you?"

"How about promoting Assistant Professor Wang to full Professor? His students love his lower-division Asphyxia courses."

"I'll ask him to take over your classes for the rest of the year. If he works out, he'll get the promotion."

"I can't really ask for more. Thank you."

===

(Ringtone)

Kimball Beckham picked up his phone Answer. “Yes, Professor?”

“Come see me at once.”

“Yes, Sir.” The squirrel not-quite ran to Professor Hartley’s office. He rapped once.

“Come in, Mr. Beckham.”

He walked in and stood, not quite at military attention, in front of Professor Hartley’s desk. “Professor?”

“Do you remember the student who cheated on last week’s exam?”

“Of course. Joe Dawswell.”

“And you got his card out of the file and gave it to me so I could write out a failure notice?”

“Yes.”

“I just got off the phone with the Dean. It appears you pulled the wrong card. The failure notice went to Byron Dawson. He was hanged at Eta Nu Gamma yesterday afternoon.”

“Oh, sh- … no!”

 “Oh, yes. You know what this means.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I need to prepare an F-notice for Dawswell. Get me his card. And make sure you get the right one this time!”

The squirrel went to the outer office, opened the file cabinet, and grabbed the enrollment cards for Ax204. He thumbed through them to the Ds and pulled out Joe Dawswell’s card. He looked at it again to make sure he had the right one, then went back in and laid it on Professor Hartley’s desk.

The civet had already pulled a failure notice form up on his screen. “Stick around while I fill this out and print it. Then run it over to the Dean’s office.”

“Yes sir.”

The squirrel retired to the outer office and sat down to think about what he needed to do next.

Two minutes later the printer whirred into life and ejected the form. Another page followed it. Kim picked them up and brought them to the professor, who checked the name again, then scribbled a signature. “There. Now go!”

Kim picked up the form, looked it over to make sure everything was correct, then read the second sheet. He added his signature to the professor’s and fast-walked out the door. As soon as he hit the concrete outside, he broke into a trot. He was in good shape: he wasn’t even breathing hard when he arrived at the Aylmer Administration building. He slowed down and walked down the corridor to the Dean’s office.

“Go right in, the Dean is waiting,” Ms. Phelps told him.

Kim opened the door, walked in, and laid the form on the desk. The Dean picked it up, read it quickly, and added his initials. “Give this to Phelps and wait while she types up the F-notice. Bring it back for me to sign, then deliver it to Dawswell’s mailbox.”

Kim took the form to the outer office, returned a few minutes later, and trotted to Dawswell's dorm.

“.”

After lunch

Joe Dawswell glanced at his mailbox on his way back to his room to study. WHAT! Joe tore the envelope open and read the notice.
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"\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tOctober 26, 2045
Joseph Dawswell
Ingham Hall

Mr. Dawswell,

This is to notify you that you have failed class Ax204: Advanced Asphyxia Techniques. You are required to do one of the following no later than sunset on October 29:
1.\t
Contact your professor to appeal this notice.
2.\t
Report to the University Gallows to be hanged by the neck until dead.
3.\t
Make alternate arrangements.

Yours truly,

(professor) Sterling Hartley

Delbert Lawson, Dean of Students\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
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Alternate arrangements. Eta Nu Gamma, maybe. I've heard they'll help anybody who wants to make a splashy final exit. I'll have to ask.

There was a second sheet of paper. What???
Mr. Dawswell:

True that a Lucite tube is invisible in water, but the part that sticks up above the water can be seen by a camera with the correct filter. Just FYI, of course.

I assume you remember the University’s Honor Code:

No member of the Dolcett University community shall take unfair advantage of any other member of the community.

You have violated that.

And my TA made a mistake, so Mr. Byron Dawson received the F-notice that should have gone to you and was hanged yesterday at Eta Nu Gamma fraternity.

While University policy allows you a choice as stated in the official Failure Notice that accompanies this note, I consider this to be a special case. I expect you to either:
1.\t
Arrange to die by waterboarding, or
2.\t
Hang publicly on the University Gallows.

(unreadable scrawled signature)
Waterboarding. I could cope with beheading, shooting, just about any other type of asphyxiation, even impalement -- even sexier than it is  painful. But drowning -- I can't face that. That's why I cheated. And the Uni gallows: that means a long drop -- all over in less than a second. Totally unsexy.  But the prof is right. I don’t deserve a sexy death. And leaving Dolcett U -- I'm not that much of a coward. Well, I have three days to figure it out.

Joe pulled the Dolcett U catalog down from the top shelf of his bookcase and opened it, then sat there staring at the table of contents until the sound of voices in the hallway reminded him that it was nearly lunchtime. He pulled a memo pad in front of him and wrote

\tget boxes
\twaterboarding?
\tlongdrop?
\tleave?

Then he scratched out the last. No way. I'm going to stay here and take my punishment.

Joe went down to the dining room. Lunch was do-it-yourself BLTs. The rat put two pieces of toast, three strips of bacon, three lettuce leaves, four slices of tomato, and a slice of avocado on his plate. Gale handed him a bowl of mayo. He spread some on the toast, then sat staring at his plate.

Tevin looked at him across the table. "Earth to Joe. What's up."

"Umm.. I guess I'm just not very hungry today."

"But BLTs. You love them."

"Not today."

"Just remember: if something's bothering you, you can talk to me about it. BFF as well as FWB."

"Yeah. Thanks."

Joe eventually managed to eat two bacon slices with half a piece of toast.

I hate to waste the food, but if I eat anything more I'll throw up.

"You don't want any more?" Tevin asked.

"Really, no."

Tevin ate the other slice of bacon, then used a fork to transfer the avocado slice to Gale. Joe felt a tiny bit better as he headed up to his room. The rat opened his laptop, searched for mood music, and found something comfortable. He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to meditate.

After about 10 minutes he gave up. He checked his class schedule and nearly decided to just chuck it.

Then he remembered: Sn 173: Intermediate Snuff Techniques at 3PM. Professor Wilkerson had scheduled a demonstration. One of us is going to get impaled. That'll be worth watching. And if the Prof chooses me, well, I won't have to worry about the other….

Or… his conscience kicked in, maybe you should show him the note from Professor Hartley. If he chooses you in spite of that, then you've really done your best.

Okay, okay. Joe brought the F-notice and the note that came with it, just in case. He handed them to Professor Anderson as he came in. The prof glanced at them and said, "Okay. Not that it matters: I'm choosing a predator for this demo."

Professor Anderson consulted his seating chart, then turned to the class. "Val Ecclestone, come up and help us demonstrate an anal impalement.

The coyote positioned his little star above the pointed wood stake with a brave smile, and bent his legs to get the stake set inside his rectum, then gripped the shaft with his knees and thighs. At the Professor's signal, Val pulled his feet up and allowed himself to slide down slowly, controlling his speed by gripping the shaft with his knees and thighs. Rick was sitting next to Joe and rubbed him while they watched Val wriggle and sometimes scream as he slid down the spear. Whether the screams were pain or pleasure…, Joe looked at Val's face. Pleasure and pain fighting it out, with pleasure mostly winning.

It was nearly 20 minutes from when Val mounted the stake until he stopped moving. By the time it was over, both Rick had Joe both had small wet spots on the their jeans.

===

After class, Joe went to the student store, bought some packing boxes, and carried them back to his room.

The rat lay down on his bed, put Eine Kleine Nachtmusik on repeat, and relaxed. Every once in a while, the question of waterboarding or long drop tried to intrude. He hummed along until the music replaced all other thoughts, then went back into his meditation.

The sound of doors closing in the hall brought him out. He brushed his headfur and went down to dinner. Fried chicken, yum.

Joe put a few pieces on his plate. He picked up a drumstick, bit into it, and put it down. His appetite had vanished. Again. This time Tevin was sitting next to him and touched his shoulder. "Joe, what's wrong?"

"My stomach is threatening to go on strike."

"Okay." Tevin took the rest of Joe's drumstick and ate it. He'd already eaten a whole breast. Joe wondered how the duiker managed to stay so trim.

Val followed when Joe got up. "What's up, Joe? You normally eat like a trencherman. I've always wondered how you keep from bloating up like a zeppelin."

"I'm trying to make a decision, and I don't like any of the alternatives."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not right now. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Joe thought, but didn't say, I hope.

Friday morning

Breakfast was Belgian waffles. Joe managed to eat half of his, after scraping off most of the whipped cream and about a third of the blueberries. He went back to his room, still a little queasy, and started putting things in boxes. Textbooks to the charity for students who couldn't afford to buy them. His good suit, blazer, and ties to his family. Class notes to Iota Kappa to help next year's juniors. He put the rest of his clothes into a box, looked around the room, and tossed everything else into unlabeled boxes. Ha! Let somebody else decide.

Tevin knocked on his door a few minutes after ten.

"C'min."

"Okay, Joe, what's up about this decision?"

The rat showed him the Fail notice,

"What's the problem? I always figured you'd choose the spit or maybe a short drop if you needed to get snuffed."

"I'm… ashamed," he whispered.

"What? Why?"

Joe gave Tev the second sheet, the one from Professor Hartley.

"Oh."

"I feel like I deserve the waterboarding, but I just can't face it. And the University Gallows: that means a long drop. No sexy strangling. Just Clack! Snap! Gone! Not exactly satisfactory."

The duiker smiled. "I have a foolproof system for difficult decisions. I use it when there are two options I really like, but it'll work equally well for two options you dislike."

The rat made a "tell me more" gesture.

"Take a coin out of your pocket."

"Okay." Joe reached down and pulled out a quarter.

"Now, decide which option is heads and which is tails."

"Okay… heads is waterboarding, tails is the gallows."

Joe flipped the quarter. It came up heads. He sat there staring at it for a good ten seconds.

"You obviously aren't happy with that. Now, here's the secret of my method. If you don't like the result of the flip, you get to flip again. And repeat until you've made your decision."

"Hmmm…." Joe tossed the quarter again. This time he covered it with his hand when it landed. He waited a few seconds, then sneaked a peak. Heads again.

Another flip. Another peek. This time it came up tails. It took about two seconds for Joe to realize he'd made his decision.

"I've decided on the gallows."

"See? Want some more help?" The duiker puckered his lips.

"Maybe… No guarantees."

Tevin grabbed Joe's head and kissed him. Tongues were exchanged. They sat on the bed and Joe reached into Tev's shirt and tweaked his nipples. But when the duiker reached for the rat's zipper, Joe moved the hand away. "I think Second Base is all I want right now."

"That's fine."

They spent a good half-hour playing feelies, then straightened out their clothes.

"I'd suggest you go into the bathroom and take care of that…" Val pointed to the bulge in Joe's trousers. "Otherwise, you're risking blue balls."

"Maybe I deserve them."

"Oh. Well, if that's how you feel. I'm going to take care of mine." He opened the door and walked down the hall to his own room.

The rat got blue balls as predicted, but not a very bad case and it was over in less than an hour.

Friday was hamburger day by long tradition. Joe put a hamburger and a cheeseburger on a bun, piled on lettuce, a slice of beefsteak tomato, some sautéed onions and a few pickle slices. He slathered on some hamburger sauce -- the kitchen's variant on Thousand Island -- and bit into it. He waited to see if his stomach would object, then ate the rest, with a pause before each bite, just in case. Then he ate a handful of fries. And finished up with a slice of black bottom pie when dessert was served.

He went straight to his room, logged onto the Uni's discipline center, and made an appointment at the University Gallows, 5:20 that afternoon. Then he knocked on Tevin's door. "I've scheduled my hanging for 5:20," he told the duiker.

"I'll spread the word."

"Thanks."

The rat went back to his room and emailed his friends, Professor Hartley, and as many Ax204 classmates as he could remember. He logged onto the class website and added a notice there. He took off his clothes, set the alarm for 4:45, and took a nap.

Friday afternoon

Joe woke up at half past 4, got out of bed, and debated whether to walk to the gallows naked, or put on a bathrobe and slip out of it when he got there. He decided on the first. Not like other students haven't seen me naked in class or wherever.

He reset the alarm for 5:05, put his student ID card on the desk, and settled down to watch some hanging videos.

When the alarm went off, he picked up the ID card, and started walking toward the quad. Tevin was already waiting in the lounge, along with quite a few of Joe's friends and acquaintances. They formed a tail about 10 feet behind him. More students joined as the rat walked the 4 blocks to the quad.

He got there at 5:15. Professor Hartley and his TA, Kimball Beckham, were waiting. They applauded him silently. He presented his ID to the grad student in charge, who checked him off, then dropped it in the slot of a steel box with a padlock.

As Joe climbed up the steps, he noticed that he was getting hard.

The hangman -- a jackal that Joe vaguely recognized -- greeted the rat at the top of the steps. "Hands."

Joe crossed his wrists behind his back. The hangman put a zip tie around Joe's wrists and pulled it very tight. He measured the rat's neck with a cloth tape, then walked him to the X near the edge of the trap. The jackal pulled the noose open, and Joe bent his head to accept it. The jackal adjusted the noose, then pressed a button. The rope retracted until the noose tightened slightly. And the rat realized: he was so hard it was painful. A few seconds later the rope slackened. But Joe was still hard. Maybe the long drop isn't as boring as I'd thought.

Joe looked around for a scale, then remembered: there's a scale built into the trapdoor.

Joe heard quiet footsteps on the stairs. A few seconds later a naked possum with blond headfur knelt in front of him. "May I give sir last pleasure?"

Joe was gobsmacked. Here was a gorgeous stud, at least an 8, offering him a blowjob. But… "I… this is my punishment. I cheated on a practical test, and another student was unjustly hanged as a result. I'm not sure if…"

"Oh." The possum nodded, hesitated, then smiled again. "Well, I'm not really doing this for you. It's for me. I have this fantasy about sucking somebody just before they hang. And you're so cute. And so hard.  And… well… it counts toward my sexual variety merit badge."

Joe was torn between his conscience, his libido, and the pleading look on the possum's face. He looked around for inspiration and saw Tevin holding up a quarter. He nodded.

Tevin flipped the quarter. "Tails".

Joe consulted his libido, then his conscience. "Flip it again, please?"

"Heads."

Another victory for Tevin's method. Joe looked down at the possum. "What's your name, lovely?"

"Foster Jennings."

"My name is Joe. Joe Dawswell. Sure. Go ahead. Just… for yourself, not for me."

"Thank you." Foster licked Joe's tip gently, then ran his tongue along the underside, from the base to the frenum. The rat moaned. The possum wrapped his mouth around Joe's nearly painful erection and started sliding up and down, slowly at first, then faster, timing his movements to Joe's noises. In less time than Joe would have believed possible, he was cumming in Foster's mouth. Foster swallowed the first spurt, then pulled back. The second spurt went on the possum's facefur.

And then Joe was falling, the pleasure still pulsing from his balls up through his body. There was a cracking sound, a burst of pain in his neck, and then nothing.

Joe's body turned slowly, nearly halfway around to the left, then back to facing the watchers, then to the right, and back again. One final glob of semen arced through the air and fell to the ground just in front of the watchers. His head was cranked backwards and to the left at a seemingly impossible angle. His feet pointed downward, then upward, then downward. After that the only movement was a slow back-and-forth swaying.

After fifteen minutes, even the swaying had stopped. A hyrax in scrubs put a stethoscope to Joe's chest, listened for a few seconds, then nodded her head. "He's gone."

Professor Hartley turned to Kim. "Well, that's done. Now we can take care of our own snuffs. Have you decided on yours?"

"You know those chairs in Eta Nu Gamma house? The ones they use to test would-be pledges commitment?"

"Yeah. I saw that my first year at DU, even though I decided to join Delta Psi Tau instead." Watching the wanna-bes hold down the button while the rope strangled them. Charleton Selby was the first to let go. They took him upstairs, put a noose around his neck, and I swear he had the biggest smile as he stepped off the balcony. He came twice before he stopped struggling. I'd bet money he did it on purpose.

"Right. And Kimiko Taniguchi outlasted the others and became an Eta. She was chapter VP for two years, and valedictorian in her class."

Well, if you tap the button three times in five seconds the cord will stay tight for a full half hour."

"That sounds like fun," Professor Hartley said. "But I bet my plan is even more unusual."

"Oh?"

"I've had this fantasy of being strangled to death by a penis."

"Cock-choking? That's kind of messy, but I saw it demonstrated in Sexual Variety 130 my sophomore year."

"No, not cock-choking. A cock pressing on my neck, squeezing my throat shut."

Kim stopped and thought about it. "Wow! That is unusual. Do you have anybody in mind?"

"No. I'll need somebody with real staying power."

"Why don't you come to Eta house and watch me get strangled. And you'll find some pretty kinky people there."

"Hmm…. Okay."

Kim grabbed the professor and kissed him. "For luck."

Seward reached down and fondled the civet's bulge. "Yeah."

That led to another kiss, and some of the students cheered them. They broke apart after a few seconds.

"See ya this evening."

"Sure. I have one last class to teach, but I'll be there for you."

===

Kim went back to his apartment, checked to make sure the boxes were taped shut and labeled. He changed into his "dating" outfit: skin-tight slacks and a see-through shirt. He taped the "snuffee" sign to his unlocked door, activated a rental scooter and went off to Eta Nu Gamma house.

Aldous Watson, who'd been a sophomore when Kim was a senior, grabbed him in a hug the moment he walked through the door. "Kimball Beckham! Good to see you again. What brings you back to visit us lowly undergrads?"

"I came here to get snuffed, actually."

"Hmmmm. Should I wish you congratulations or condolences?"

"Condolences. It's sort of like flunking out, but different."

"So what did you have in mind."

"I want one of the strangling chairs at the front of the room."

"Anything else? A special meal? Sex?"

"Getting to eat with my friends here in Eta house is all the special I want. But sex… That gives me an interesting idea. How about a raffle? Sell tickets as usual, draw three. The first winner gets to execute me. The second winner gets to have sex with me, any way they want. And the third winner gets the same but it has to be different from the second winner's choice."

"Let's talk to Marshall Bellamy."

"Oh, yeah. I met him in my senior year. The guy they call 'Radar', right?

"Yeah."

"I remember… People were talking about him and I didn't understand. Somebody… Oh, yeah, that cavy, Taylor Campbell… sat me down with a Blu-Ray set of M*A*S*H -- the original version with Alda, not that stupid remake with Jenson Brewer. Yeah. Let's"

Aldous led Kim to Marshall. "Beckham here wants to arrange something special."

Marshall smiled. "Tell me about it."

Kim explained.

"Oh, yeah, no prob. I'll have it set up before dinner is served." Marshall showed Kim to a seat at the high table, then went off to talk to a couple of seniors. He came back a few minutes later. "It's all arranged."

The professor showed up a few minutes before the furs started migrating into the dining room. The entire house applauded him.

Marshall came over with two blue pills in his hand. "I'd suggest you take these. I suspect you're going to need them."

"Dinner," and Rod Sowards, the chapter VP, stood up and gestured for him to take his seat at the high table. One of the juniors offered Rod his seat. The hippo smiled and bowed. "I owe you." The hamster nodded, and took an empty seat at a table of frosh.

Kim touched Seward.

"What?" the civet whispered.

"Tell him." Kim waved a hand toward Marshall. "He's…"

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of Radar."

Kim switched seats with the squirrel so he could talk to Marshall. "I hear you 'arrange' things."

" What do you need?"

Seward explained about being strangled by a cock.

"Wow! Thank you!"

"What? Why are you thanking me?"

"You managed to come up with something I never heard of before. This is going to be fun." The raccoon put a fiver on the table. "Bet you a fin I can have it arranged before dinner is over."

Seward smiled, reached into his wallet, and put another fiver on top of Marshall's. "It's a bet."

The waiters were bringing out dessert when Marshall leaned over. "It's all arranged. There's this bull, Nat Sergeant. He's a Delta -- your frat, right?

"Yes."

"According to my contact, he's got a 7-inch dick and he can fuck for half an hour without stopping or getting soft."

"And he's willing?"

"Tyrrell Rivers, my contact at Delta, says Nat practically jumped up and down when he heard what you wanted."

"Great! You win."

Marshall picked up the two bills and tucked them into his pocket.

Everybody went back to the main room after dinner; Devin stood up and announced Kim's plans: "Kimball Beckham is a TA in the Asphyxia department and an Eta. He received an F-notice, and he wants to be strangled to death in one of our testing chairs." The members applauded. When that had died down, the raccoon announced the raffle and the prizes. The applause was even louder, with cheers and whistles.

When it was starting to die down, one of the seniors shouted, "You go, Beckham!" and the a

pplause got louder again. Kim blushed and smiled. Just listening to his plans from someone else's mouth brought an anticipation, a little bit of swelling between his legs.

The members lined up to buy tickets. Devin turned the barrel ten times, then pushed it over to Kim, who undid the latch, opened the door, reached in, and read the number. "181."

Emerson Judd, a tall, slim sophomore, stood up and yelled "Yes!" He showed his ticket to Kim, who nodded. "You get to do the honors."

"And I'm going to really enjoy putting that silk cord around your neck and pushing the button."

Kim smiled and kissed him, then groped his package. He stammered something unintelligible and went back to his seat, smiling. Kim latched the door, spun the barrel again, and drew another ticket. "246."

A stocky wolf who looked barely 18 stood up, and waved his ticket, then handed it to Kim. "I'm Sanford Cartwright. I don't think you know me: I'm a brand new pledge."

Kim nodded and gave him a quick kiss. The squirrel gave the barrel one more turn, opened the door, plunged his hand deep into the barrel, and pulled out one more ticket. "208," he called out.

"That's me." A small kinkajou with black headfur came over and showed his ticket.

Kim smiled at him. "Edric Daubney. I remember you, you were a frosh my senior year. You'll be the last sex I ever have. I hope you'll enjoy it."

"I will. I think you will too." Edric gave Kim a tentative kiss. Kim made it rather less tentative.

"Well, let's go on to the fun." Kim took off his shoes and socks, then unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. He turned slowly around, making sure everybody got a good look at his endowment. He walked over to Cartwright and turned around again. "What's your pleasure?"

"I'd like to take you doggie-style, on the floor, if that's okay with you. "

"Sure. Give me a moment?"

"Okay."

Kim went to the bathroom and emptied himself. Then he got down on the floor and "presented ". Marshall handed Cartwright some lubricant. The kinkajou spread some on his cock and Kim's tailhole, then reached under and spread some on the squirrel's erection. He rubbed it a few times. "Might as well get you in the mood."

"I already am, but a little extra doesn't hurt."

The kinkajou pushed, popped through Kim's sphincter, and slowly pushed all the way in.

"Ooh, nice!"

Sanford pulled almost all the way out, the pushed in again. And again. Kim moaned. This went on for a couple of minutes, then Sanford switched to shorter strokes, the head of his cock rubbing over the squirrel's prostate.

Sanford slid in and out, again and again, the two of them moaning almost in chorus, then started keening. "Let me know when you're almost there."

"Ahhhhhh… soon."

The kinkajou pulled out, wrapped his hand around Kim's cock, and moved up and down. He thrust deep into the squirrel, held the position for a moment, then withdrew until his tip was barely inside Kim's rosebud. And again. And again.

"I'm gonna…"

Sanford sped up, his fingers rubbing Kim's tip. Kim felt the kinkajou's hot sperm squirting inside him and yipped as his own orgasm hit. A few more thrusts and Sanford stopped with his organ as deep as it would go. He held that position for most of a minute, then the two of them collapsed in a heap.

When Kim was able to speak coherently again, he looked around the room, found Edric, and panted, I… I think… I need to… rest… a while… after… that… if it's ….okay… with you.

The wolf grinned. "Sure. No prob."

About an hour later

"So, what did you have in mind?"

"I'd like to 69 with you."

"That sounds like fun. I'm not sure I'll be able to cum, but I can still get pleasure from it.

The wolf looked a bit crestfallen, but nodded his head. "I'm okay with that."

"Now for a good place to lie down.

One of the frosh -- a springhaas -- came over carrying an air mattress. A guinea pig followed with a bicycle pump. In a couple of minutes the mattress was in the middle of the floor, fully inflated. "Will this do?"

"It's lovely. Kim turned to Edric. "Okay with you?"

"Great."

"Would you like to lie on top of me or on the bottom?"

"If I can't make you cum, I think I should be underneath. That gives you more freedom of movement to pleasure me." He lay down on the mattress with his legs apart.

Kim reversed over him and wrapped his mouth around the wolf's cock. Edric moved Kim's hips slightly and opened his mouth. Kim slid in. It was hot and wet, the Wolf's lips tight around Kim's shaft.

Kim sucked him the wolf in as far as it would go, then pulled his lips back to the glans. A warm, wet tongue around his own member reminded him; he pumped his hips, sliding deeper into the wolf's mouth. Kim did this a few more times, then thrust in as far as he could, cradling Edric's balls in one hand while he first licked, then gently sucked them.

The squirrel grabbed the wolf's base in one hand, took it in his mouth again and slid his lips down to his hand, then up to the frenum, down, up, again and again.

The wolf put his hands on Kim's hips and pulled him in, then out, in and out.

Kim took the hint -- and the pleasure it brought -- and started his own thrusts into the wolf's mouth. He moved his own mouth faster as the wolf got noisier, and faster yet as the moans grew louder and more desperate. He could feel pleasure building in his own cock, and thrust harder and faster.

At last Edric came screaming in Kim's mouth. The squirrel slowed down, licking the underside but leaving the glans mostly alone. Kim slid deep into Edric's mouth, again and again, harder and faster, but just couldn't get over the edge. The sensation of the wolf's lips and tongue got to be more than the squirrel could stand. He pulled out, slowly, turned to face the wolf, and opened his lips, letting Edric see the semen on his tongue. Then he swallowed and licked his lips.

The wolf and squirrel rolled over unto their sides and shared a long, deep kiss.

Edric accepted a hand up from the frosh who'd brought the mattress, then found a seat to watch what came next.

Kim went off to the bathroom.  He came back a few minutes later and faced Emerson. "Now you get to have your fun."

The marten looked into Kim's eyes. "And you won't, I suppose?"

"Oh, I will. I will."

Emerson led Kim to one of the strangling chairs at the north end of the room. Kim stood there staring at it for a moment.

"Changed your mind?"

"Not at all. Imagining what I'll look like with the rope choking me to death."

Marshall waved a hand and one of the frosh came over.

"Ma'am?"

The raccoon pointed to a door. "There's a big mirror in that closet. Set it up so Kimball can see himself."

"Sir." The frosh went over to the closet, and came back with a large mirror. He braced it between two armchairs so it faced the strangling chair, then retreated.

"Shall we give him a reward?" Kim whispered.

Emerson nodded. "Hey, Cockburn."

"Yes, Senior?"

"Why don't you grab a chair cushion and sit on the floor next to me. You'll get a really good view."

"Why, yes sir. Thank you, sir!"

Emerson finished tying Kim into the chair, then grabbed the squirrel's dick and gave it a good squeeze.

"Oooh…. nice. Do it some more."

The marten squeezed it again, and again, then licked his fingers spread his spit over the head.

Kim writhed in the chair and breathed, "Yes, yes, yes!" But he stopped after about a minute. The marten reached behind the chair, brought the silk strangling cord forward, and nestled it just under Kim's chin.

He looked Kim over again and smiled, then undid his zipper, reached in, and brought out his already-hard cock.

Kim looked slightly surprised.

"I'm going to jack off while you strangle, and paint your face when I cum."

"Cool!"

Emerson pushed the button three times, quickly. The cord slowly tightened until Kim could not breathe at all. His mouth opened in a gasp, but he looked steadily at the marten.

Emerson smiled, reached into his pocket, and brought out a tube. He squeezed some into his hand and coated his dick from the tip down to his balls, then started sliding his hand up and down.

Kim managed to smile a little, but most of his attention was on the stifled feeling in his chest. A little bit like he imagined a mild heart attack might feel like. But he knew it for what it was: the air in his lungs getting stale.

I've done this so many times. But this time… this time the rope will… this time is for fuckin' real! He had a [dry cum] just thinking about it.

I've been through this dozens of times in class, starting in my sophomore year, then squeezing tighter and lasting longer until graduation. And again in some of the post-graduate classes. But this time nobody will loosen the rope or lower me to the floor and take the noose off. This time the chair will strangle me until I die. He felt a tiny pulse of pleasure just thinking about it, and a little bit of precum dripped from his organ.

Kim started struggling to get free from the chair as the pleasure faded, but there was no escape. Blood backed up in his head, gradually turning his face pink. His struggles grew weaker as his last few minutes went by, and he saw spots before his eyes. A few seconds later he felt his final orgasm building. He tried to get a hand free to rub himself, but he was bound too tightly.

It turned out not to be necessary. The orgasm took the squirrel, willy-nilly. Cream erupted from his cock, spurt after spurt into the air and onto the polished floor in front of him. Emerson saw the intense expression on Kim's face and sped up. Less than a minute later Emerson's semen spurted onto Kim's mouth. The squirrel seemed to be still aware: a smile curled his lips upward as the semen dripped off his chin and onto his chest.

A student handed Emerson a box of Kleenex; he cleaned his softening cock, then tucked it back into his underwear.

Kim's lips turned purple about two minutes later. His muscles contracted and relaxed as cells in his brain fired off randomly. His face took on a bluish tint. Emerson used three fingers to check the squirrel's carotid pulse, then shook his head.

A few minutes later all of Kim's muscles spasmed, then relaxed. And again, 30 seconds later.

Emerson checked Kim's pulse again and nodded. He turned to the waiting audience.

"I think he's done, folks."

Marshall looked at the clock. " I'd say you're right, but the cord will stay tight for the full 30 minutes."

After the allotted time, the chair automatically loosened the silk cord. Three seniors untied the ropes and Kim's body slid out of the chair onto the floor. Devin called the Uni's post-snuff disposal team.

Seward stood up. "Now that's taken care of, I can tend to my own snuff."

"Here, or…?" Devin asked.

"Delta Psi Tau. I know that most people consider Eta the most prestigious frat, but I'm a Delt, and I think it would be appropriate to make my exit there." He raised his voice to address the room. "And I'd like to thank Marshall Bellamy for arranging it."

"My pleasure."

Seward turned to Marshall and hugged him. "And you're invited if you'd like to watch."

"Would I? You can bet a lot more than a fiver on that!"

Seward bent over laughing. When he recovered, Devin asked if he'd like a ride over to Delta Psi Tau house.

"I officially stopped being a professor at 5 this afternoon. So I think I can ride the scooter over there without damaging my dignity too much."

"True. Kiss for good luck?"

"Good luck. Heh! Sure, go ahead."

Devin put his arms around the civet and gave him a firm kiss lasting nearly two minutes. He was just letting go when Marshall came running over.

"I just got a call from Lindsay Hyland at Delta."

"Their 'arranger', right."

"Yes. Lindsay called Professor Morris to ask about borrowing the special table he uses in the freshman and sophomore Bondage classes. Professor Morris said yes, and then he offered to let us use the big lecture hall in the Cullen Building. That will allow a much larger audience."

"What, get snuffed in front of a hundred students?"

"Yes. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but…"

"Want to?" the civet interrupted. "Of course I want to. Getting strangled in front of…" He paused to think. "Yes. Everybody who's currently enrolled in one of my classes, plus everybody who took one of my classes last term. The entire faculty of the Asphyxia department. And of course all the Etas and Deltas, if they want to watch."

"I'm betting they will."

"Good. Let's do it that way."

"Ummm… you were thinking of doing it tonight?"

"Yes. Oh, I see what you mean. Not enough time to notify everybody."

"Right. How about before lunch tomorrow."

"Yes!"

"I'll send out the invitations. Umm… your TA is kind of unavailable. That list of students…?"

Seward opened his purse and pulled out a keychain. "This one, with the notch in the side. It will open my office." He pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote three numbers. "The combination to my filing cabinet."

"Anybody else you'd like to invite?"

"I already invited the two other people I want there."

"Of course. Consider it done." Marshall typed a note into his phone. "And…" he paused. "I imagine you've already given up your apartment. Would you like to stay in a guesting room here at Eta Nu Gamma, or over at Delta house? Or…?"

"I'll be at Delta house.

"Okay. See you tomorrow morning."

Saturday morning

Seward woke up to a knock on his door. He was sore in the three usual places plus a few more he wouldn't have thought possible. It was a good soreness, though, reminding herhim of a highly enjoyable evening that had lasted until sometime after 3AM. He remembered Leo, his FWB, cumming in his ass and then licking him clean. Leo had never expressed any interest in doing that before. And giving Tyron, his BFF since his undergrad days, a blowjob. Until last night Tyron had been "entirely hetero".

Well, as a former professor at Dolcett U, I know very well that the prospect of watching somebody get snuffed is a powerful aphrodisiac. I'd bet on an orgy while I'm getting strangled, but I doubt there's anybody stupid enough to take that bet.

The rest of the night was a blur of cocks, scrotums, tongues, lips, fingers, nipples, and hands.

The knock was repeated. "Breakfast in ten minutes."

After breakfast, Seward went over to the bookshelves and got out a collection of stories by A. P. Damien, What is it with authors who use initials instead of a first name? He sat down and started reading, but soon closed it and put it back. He looked over the other books -- both Dolcett-related and ordinary fiction, but didn't find any he wanted to read.

Seward looked around and spotted Tyrrell at a desk, making notes on a memo pad. He walked over and waited for the coyote to notice him.

"Oh, Hi. Do you need help with something? Or just want to talk?"

"I'm looking for something to keep me busy until eleven. I'm just too keyed up to sit here and read or watch TV."

Tyrrell thought a moment. "HDH-Vortex sent us a "Best of Vortex" package -- all the snuff scenes from their films up through last year. How about you go over to the Bondage lecture hall. I'll cue it up and you can watch it while you're waiting."

"That sounds… better than great!"

"I thought you might like it. I'll be back in maybe 10 minutes."

Seward went to another bookcase that held "coffee table" books. He grabbed one with "strangulation" in the title and started leafing through it. He stopped and stared at one page, imagining himself with that long silk scarf around his neck.

He was startled when Tyrrell sat down next to him. "It's all arranged. One of Professor Hartley's TAs will run the projector. Shall we go?"

"Yes!" Seward grabbed the 'yoteand hugged him.

Tyrrell went upstairs and came back with three seniors. "Landon Dickenson, Talbot Blakely, and Lyndsey Thrussell, Sir. They'd like to watch the DVD with you."

"Oh, yes, you've been in several of my classes. You're welcome to join me. Anybody who wants to can come along and watch."

"Good. Let me fetch my car."

Tyrrell came back a few minutes later. "Right outside. I'll just run you four over to Cullen, then come back here and make sure all the arrangements stay arranged. And you can bet I'll be there to watch you, Professor."

"Wilma, please, I'm not a professor any more."

"Okay, Seward."

Tyrrell dropped them off a couple of minutes later. They went into building and upstairs to the lecture hall. They found the lights dimmed, and Crispin Winthrop, Professor Hartley's TA, sitting by the projector. The tanuki turned it on, and the HDH Vortex logo appeared on the screen.

"It's cued up. Just tell me when and I'll start it playing."

The four took seats in the front row. "Go ahead, please" Seward called out.

The lights dimmed and the opening credits for Confessions of the Mountains appeared. Then came the scene where the star, Lance Archer, gave the executioner, Juan Strickland, a passionate blowjob, followed by the march up the steps to the gallows and the fatal step as Strickland pushed Archer off the platform. And the short version of the hanging as Archer kicked, struggled, slowed down, and finally a close-up of his cyanotic face with the satiated smile.

The scene paused. "You folks want to see the full-length version of the hanging?"

Seward looked at his companions. Nods all around. "It's unanimous. Hell yeah!"

Winthrop touched a key and the entire, uncut hanging, all 23 minutes of it, played. There could be no doubt that Archer had given his final performance at the end of that rope.

The applause was surprisingly loud. Seward stood up and looked around. There were quite a few shadows in what had been empty chairs. "Lights!" he called out. The room got brighter, and he saw that there were now over 20 furs, about 3/4 male, scattered around the auditorium, with Tyron and Leo sitting directly behind him. Several couples had their hands in each other's laps, and one serval was moving slowly up and down on his seatmate's cock.

Seward turned around and whispered to Tyron, "Would you lend your scarf to Leo, just for an hour or so?"

"Sure."

"And Leo, would you put the scarf around my neck and pull on it. Not real hard, just enough for me to feel it there?"

"Oh, you want a preview… Umm… prefeel…?

"Exactly."

Leo looped the scarf loosely around Seward's neck and tugged on it gently.

"Like this?"

"A little bit harder."

"How's this?"

"Sexy!" Seward waved a hand to get the projectionist's attention. "Okay. Next film." The lights dimmed and the noir classic Ending in the Forest came on the screen. Only one sex scene, the star and the hangman engaged in a 69, switching who was on top every few minutes until both fell asleep, completely satiated. Then came the ending: Becca-Anne Darby plummeting down from the treetops with a noose around his neck. The sudden stop at the end that left his head twisted back and to the right. And the smirk on his face had helped win him the Oscar that year. Even the natural fear reaction to a long fall like that hadn't brought him out of character: the downtrodden but ultimately triumphant bangtail whose hanging would be the signal for the peasant uprising that he had worked so hard to bring about.

The lights came up again and Seward could see that over half the seats were filled, and quite a few held more than one occupant.

"Bathroom break," said Winthrop.

Several people got up and left the room. Ten minutes later they had all returned.

Then came Crying Under the Stars. Two sex scenes: Moss Strickland riding Juan Rivera to a screaming climax for both, then Moss on his hands and knees with Bernard Russell not-quite-raping him, his face showing the "It hurts so good" expression that had moved him from bit player to second lead to snuff star in only three years. And then the big scene: Moss sitting in a chair, his hands clenched around the arms while Juan turned the stick, tightening the Manila hemp cord around the gerbil's throat. His obvious orgasm just before he lost consciousness, and the final few seconds with his eyes staring blankly into infinity.

Another pause. "Want the long version?"

Seward surveyed the room. A forest of waving hands and thumb-and-forefinger "OK" signs. "The long version, please. That should get us close enough to 11."

"Right-O," the projectionist said. The lights dimmed and the movie started from Moss sitting down in the chair and speaking his final line. "C'mon, you can do it. You paid for it, now enjoy it. And don't worry, I'll enjoy it too."

Then Bernard walking behind the chair, picking up the cord, dropping it over Moss's head, and draping it loosely around the gerbil's neck. Inserting the stick and giving it, one, two, three, four turns. The gerbil's face showing a mixture of fear and excitement as he feels it squeeze his throat shut.

And then the fear gradually becoming dominant as the cord starts to bite into Moss's neck. Gradually increasing as the air in his lungs turns stale. His hand busy between his legs, jerking up and down faster and faster. His face turning purple and a satiated smile on his lips. The light gradually leaving his eyes until they stared off into the distance. His body slumping in the chair and his face gradually fading to a pale blue.. The light gradually leaving his eyes until they stare off into the distance. Bernard's hands moving slightly as they held the stick in place and his face lighting up as his semen coats the gerbil's headfur. And then about twenty minutes of complete stillness except for the small movements of the executioner's hands holding the stick.

That performance had gotten Moss an Oscar nomination, but Tibby Bentley had won the statuette with his performance both before and during his hanging in Outlaws of the Badlands.

The lights came up. Nearly every seat was taken, quite a few by couples, and the clock at the front read 10:56. Seward looked around and saw Professor Hartley, along with someone he didn't know. The stranger was naked… and erect… and at least seven inches. He stood up. "Hi. I'm Seward Hartley. I'm guessing you're my executioner.

"Nat Sergeant at your service, Prof…"

"Just Seward now."

"I'm at your service, Seward."

'Then let's get on with it." Seward shrugged out of the bathrobe and stretched his hand out. Nat took it and led the civet up the stairs onto the stage. To the bondage table. Seward noticed that it had a blanket stretched over it so it wouldn't be cold. There was a small satchel on the floor underneath.

Nat hooked a small stepstool with his foot and pulled it over to the table. "Up you go, Seward."

Seward climbed onto the stool, then onto the table. Nat put a strap tight across the civet's shoulders, another over his hips, and a third across his knees. The bull brought up two cloth loops from under the table and stretched the Seward's ankles out toward the lower corners of the table.

"Are you right or left-handed."

"Right."

Nat put another cloth loop around Seward's left wrist and tied it to a ring next to his left thigh. He strapped the civet's right elbow to the table, but left his hand and forearm free.

"Test those for me, Seward."

The civet tugged and jerked at the bindings, but there was no give. He tried again, using all the strength he could muster. "They're all solid. "

Nat waved an arm, and a cow in green scrubs came out from the wings. She attached three electrodes to Seward's chest, then plugged the cords into a little box on the floor under the table.

"Would you like some lube?" Nat asked.

"That would be nice, yes." He paused, then asked "What time is it?"

"10:58:32"

"Close enough. Let's get started."

Nat unzipped the satchel, brought out a jar of Vaseline, put a large dab of it on Seward's right palm, then spread it some generously on his own cock.

The lights dimmed halfway, and the screen above the stage lit up. The right side showed a close-up of Seward's head and neck. The left side showed his equipment.

Nat fitted his cock into the soft spot under Seward's chin. He put one hand behind the civet's head and pulled it forward, chin nearly touching chest. Seward gasped and said, "That hurts a littleggg" in a strangled voice.

"Going to get worse in a bit." Nat started thrusting back and forth in the tight space between Seward's chin and neck.

"Ohh… nice!" he said after a few seconds.

After a few seconds, Seward said, "kkk… I gggan still bregggthe.…"

"I can fix that." Nat pulled Seward's head harder. The civet winced slightly as Nat's cock pushed harder into his neck. Then he reached down, spread the lube on his cock, and started rubbing himself slowly.

At first, Seward enjoyed the sensation of the cock digging into his neck. It hurt some but the pleasure in his cock distracted him. But after a minute or so the suffocated feeling built. I can't breathe. Why did I ask for this? It got worse and worse. He struggled against the bindings in his panic, but he couldn't move anything except his right hand.

But the pleasure in his cock built and built. I'm being strangled by a penis. How many times have I had this fantasy… hundreds… maybe over a thousand… Seward's head was feeling a bit muzzy from lack of air. Not much time left. Gotta do it now if I'm gonna do it at all. He sped up, stroking faster, gripping a little bit tighter.

The audience watched Seward's frantic self-pleasuring, along with the panicky expression on his face. A few people placed bets on whether he'd manage to cum before he lost consciousness, but most were busy rubbing themselves or each other. A few couples went to the back of the room to fuck and/or suck, then one couple lay down on the carpet in front of the stage and did the same. They were soon joined by Steven Tobin, Niles Rayner, and Gaylord Thorne, making a spitroast on the carpet

The tech moved switches and plugs frantically and got the "floor exercises" onto a large screen facing downward to the stage. Seward spotted it almost immediately, and used all the strength in his neck muscles to turn his head a fraction of a degree. And again. And again. Nat didn't notice at first, then realized that Seward was trying to signal him. He looked around, then at Seward's face, and noticed that the civet's eyes were focused slightly to the left -- upstage. Nat looked up and saw the screen. "Oh, neat!" he said. Seward's eyes blinked twice to acknowledge him.

Seward rubbed harder and faster. The choked feeling increased, and the fantasy with it. Seward visualized himself, struggling, face turning blue, the strangling cock erupting goo as he died. His chest muscles strained for air, but no air came.

The suffocated feeling was overpowering. How did I get myself into this? He knew, of course -- it was because he had failed to double-check Kimball when he'd sent out that first F-notice. And why did I choose this? Again the answer was obvious: I've had this fantasy since the first time I saw a garroting on TV.

The sound of the audience clapping in rhythm and the various sexual activities faded out, replaced by an obnoxious ringing in his ears. The civet rubbed frantically, as hard and fast as he could, and was rewarded with an overpowering pleasure. His semen squirted into the air, landing on his thighs, the table… he rubbed so hard that one spurt landed on the bull's pizzle. The image overhead slowly lost color, went to grayscale. I must be losing consc… then to black and white. A last few spasms of pleasure wiped out the strangled sensation and the pain from his neck.

And a few seconds later, even that no longer seemed to matter. All sensation faded away.

Nat noticed that Seward's face had gone slack and his lips were starting to turn blue, Nat thrust as hard and fast as he could, and a few seconds later felt the first crest of orgasm.

The femme in scrubs stood up. "It's over," she announced. "His heart went into V-Fib a couple of minutes ago, and now he's flatlined."

Nat let go of Seward's head and pointed his cock at the civet's face. He pumped his hand up and down as his semen jetted out onto Seward's lips, chin, nose, and cheeks. One last spurt went onto the bridge of the civet's nose and spread into the vacant, staring eyes.

Tyrrell stood up. "Let's hear it for Professor Emeritus Hartley. He left us the way he wanted to."

The audience stood up and applauded. Except for the threesome on the floor. Steven was still sliding rapidly up and down Niles's erection. He groaned and stiffened, thrusting his hips as far forward as he could. He sped up a little more, then slid down to get all of him into his mouth with the head partway into his throat. He held that position for nearly a minutes, then slowly backed off, opened his mouth, let a little bit of semen drip onto his chin, then swallowed the rest.

The clapping had slowed down, but sped up and got louder again. The threesome gradually got to their feet and bowed to the audience. Steven waved his hands and the applause stopped. The three stood up and joined the crowd making its way out the double doors at the back of the hall.

The nurse signed Hartley's death certificate, then called the disposal team. She waited for them to arrive, gave them the certificate, and went home to relieve an itch that had been building for more than half an hour.


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