Playing Hangman!
By: Mikolai
Shit, why do the teachers give us hard homework to do over the weekend? They must get off knowing we kids would rather be doing anything else with our lives than learning this boring crap that you’re never going to use in life the majority of the time. Especially math problems that make no sense, like word problems. I swear I will egg Ms. Jenkins' house for all these assignments she gives me on Halloween this year. Suddenly, I heard a light knock coming from my closed bedroom door.
“Yeah, come on in!” I yell, not even bothering to look away from the task at hand. I want to finish these horrible math problems before I hang out with my best friend, Steve, tomorrow. If I’m lucky, I might be able to convince him to watch some naughty movies with me, which might lead to me getting some action if I play my cards right. What else should I do when all the girls at school ignore me? Plus, even though Steve and I are both guys, he is pretty sexy the few times I’ve seen him naked in the locker room.
“Hey, Damien, are you busy right now? I’m so frickin bored. Want to play a game with me?” I glance up and see my identical twin brother opening my door. Alex is a 13-year-old male otter with light brown outer fur and yellow underside fur. Not even our parents can tell us apart unless we correct them. It's not like I hate my brother, but being compared to him by our mother all the time is annoying. Damien, why can't you get good grades like your brother? Sorry, I did not realize getting Bs in all my classes counts as bad grades. Damien, why can’t you clean your room like your sweet brother? Shit pisses me off all the time. Thanks, Mom, for picking your favorite and throwing it in my face daily.
“Not right now! I’m still trying to finish my math homework, then move on to the essay that is due in History class next Friday.” It’s not that I do not want to play with him. But every time I do, I lose usually, which leads to more bullshit that I do not want to deal with right now. Thinking about this and trying to do my schoolwork is hard as I finish one more problem. 
“You're still not done with your homework? Come on, this is easy stuff, dude. I’m already finished with all of mine,” Alex says with a devious smile. 
“Yeah, yeah! Thanks, Mom! Not everyone can be as smart as you. Now, please leave me alone. I’m busy trying to be a good son, too.” I’m only halfway through this assignment and hate the thought of typing out that boring essay over President Roger Rabbit, even if that guy was crazy as hell in the 50s. The president killed politicians who refused to do their jobs and was tough on crime/corruption in America at the time.
“Not my fault you spend more time watching porn and playing video games. You would have been done by now if you studied more. God, you are so slow.… By the way, you forgot to carry over the four there on this problem.” Alex pointed at one of my previously solved math equations, and after checking it, it turned out he was right, as always. This means that the result I got is wrong, and I need to fix it or have the teacher mark my problem as wrong. It wasn’t hard to correct my mistake, but it still irks me I messed up on an easy problem.
“Our assignments are easy. Are you going to be done soon? I’m bored and want to play with you.” Alex says as he leans against the wall by my desk.
“Why don’t you read another one of your boring books? Have sex with one of Dad’s sex dolls. Or call that bitch best friend of yours, Jesse, to come over?” She is one because she tries to snitch on me to my parents every chance she can. Oh, Damien has porn magazines in his room, which caused my mom to take them away from me. Luckily, Dad returned them to me the next day and showed me a better hiding spot. 
“Hey, she isn’t a bitch! She can be friendly when she wants to be. Besides, she is partying with her boyfriend by the lake today. Come on, play with me. You can take a break. It's not like you'll finish it tonight at your pace.” I look up to see him begging me with a pitiful look in his eyes. Why does he do this to me anytime I try to take my homework seriously?
“Fuck Alex, if you're so smart, why don’t you do my homework for me? Then we can play whatever game you want. Hell, I let you fuck me all weekend like last time we played one of your games, and I lost.” I say to him as I slam my pencil down on my desk. I love/hate my brother when he does this to me. For the simple fact that he is my twin and knows how to push my buttons to get what he wants.
“Na! I already did mine.” He glances at my messy room to see clothes, toys, and other stuff on my floor. “But…we could make a bet on the game we play. If I lose, I’ll let you copy my homework and help you with your essay tomorrow. Mm…what do you say to that?” That cute, cocky smile he gives makes me want to say yes, but at the same time, I need to see what he really wants. It is never that easy to deal with my brother from my previous experience with his so-called games.
“What if you win? Like last time or the time before that and the time before that?” I ask, playfully sticking my tongue out at him. Alex laughs before he responds.
“All I want is for you to play with me today. Our parents are at Mom’s office party tonight and will not return for hours.” He says as he begs me one more time to give in to his demands.
“Haha…. You are so full of shit right now. But sure, I’ll take a break and see what you plan for us.” As I get done saying that, Alex jumps up and down in excitement. I barely have time to get up before he takes my hand and drags me out of my room.
“Come on then, and I’ll show you what I have planned for us.” I follow Alex from my bedroom to the other side of the hallway to his room. As I enter, I see that his room is tidy and orderly. My brother has all his books/movies put up, dirty clothes in the hamper, a clean computer desk, etc., which makes it look bigger than mine. But that could be because he is cleaner than me. As I examine Alex’s stuff, I see two nooses hanging from hooks in the ceiling above two chairs in the middle of his room. Now, that is a new thing for him.   
“Okay, what the hell is with that?” I ask Alex as I point to the nooses.
“We are going to play Hangman,” Alex announces loudly as he goes into his closet and pulls out a small blackboard with chalk. He sets it up by his desk. “To make it more interesting, this time, we are going to play for real,” he says with a goofy smile.
“Fuck, man! How is that going to work?” I ask, thinking I know what he is going to say. I feel my penis twitch from the excitement. It's not like this would be the first time we've played a death game. Hell, I’ve been stabbed, drowned, electrocuted, and poisoned due to losing to one of my brother's little games. Luckily for me, Mom works at Snuff, Inc. and gets the family discount for family members who get snuff and resurrected. Or, as I like to call it, the five-finger discount that cost us nothing. Maybe Alex and I should go there next weekend and get killed by someone again.
“Every time we get a guess wrong, we strip an article of clothing. Plus, one more each to get on the chair, put the nose over your head, and jump. Nice and simple!” He said to me with so much enthusiasm that I was even starting to get into it.
“That seems reasonable to me. Fuck it, why the hell not. How much are you wearing right now? If we count both socks separately, I got 5.” If I win this time, I’ll get to see my sexy brother swing at the end. It was a long shot, but lady luck could smile down on me sometimes, even for a stupid game.
“I’ve got six like you idiot. Did you forget you're wearing the same bracelet I have on right now?” Alex says as he points to the bracelet on my arm, which I forget is on most of the time. Nothing is unique about the things since they are plain looking, but Dad said the bracelets are special and will protect us from evil. 
“Fine! I have a couple of questions before we begin. 1. Why are there two nooses? 2nd, what do you get out of this besides winning again and rubbing it in my face?” I ask, mainly curious to know my brother's response. 
“Thanks for reminding me. If we both guess each other’s words correctly, we will hang at the end of the noose for the tie. Do not worry; I already talked to our parents, and we will be resurrected long before you have your sleepover at Steve’s tomorrow,” Alex says as he closes his bedroom door.
“Also, in case you do end up hanging, would you mind me giving you a blowjob while you are dying? I read in one of my biology books that males often get erections when they are executed by hanging. It mentions that a male will have the biggest orgasm in their life, too. I want to see if it is true.” Alex returns to the chalkboard and looks at me as if waiting for me to say something. It’s tough to tell my brother no while I’m excited.
“Fine, go ahead, you pervert. It's not like I’m going to care while I’m dying. But I want to change the winner/loser rewards. Even if I lose, you will still help me with my homework and essay.” I put my hand out to shake Alex’s hand if we have an agreement.
“Sweet works for me. Thanks again, bro!” He says as he shakes my hand in agreement.
“Haha… okay! This time, I will win while you die from one of your idiotic games.” I take my fighting stance to intimidate Alex.
“Excellent! Haha… it's 23 to 48, by the way. You know the 23 times you have won against my enormous winning streak. Let's get started; you guess first, by the way.” Alex tells me as he starts drawing dash marks on the chalkboard. I did not intimidate him at all, starting in a bad position. I need to figure out a way to turn this around now.
“Wait, why do you get to go first? Why don’t we play rock, paper, and scissors to see who goes first?” I ask, not wanting to have my brother get his way.
“Um, no! I already thought of my word for the game, unlike you. Do you even have one ready, champ?” he asks, knowing the answer, with that smug look on his face. He finishes drawing the lines to show ten in total with a space in the middle.
Chalkboard: _ _ _ _ _  _ _ _ _ _ 
Shit, he is right, though, which makes me mad. I have not even thought of my word for the game yet. “Let me start with A.”
“Negative!” Crap, not a great start as I pull my bracelet off and toss it to the ground.
“E.”
“There you go! I knew you had it in you.”  Alex fills in the letter. Chalkboard: _ _ _ _ _  _ e _ _ e 
“I.” My brother nods his head and fills the word in. Chalkboard: _ i _ _ _  _ e _ _ e 
Now, I need to think of my next one because I do not know what Alex thought up.
“I don’t know, O.”
“Sure, if that is an ‘o’ like in nope.” Alex chuckles with a smile. I pulled one of my socks off.
“B.” My brother only shakes his head as he twirls the chalk. I take off my other shock.
“N.” Alex marks the word down. Chalkboard: _ i _ _ _  _ e n _ e 
“U.”
“Only if you mean you're wrong!” Sticking his tongue out to me to piss me off more.
“Okay, stop it with the taunting,” I tell him as I unbutton my shorts and remove them to show my gray boxers. I’m close to half of my attempts. I need to put my best foot forward, or I will have a different type of fun for my brother’s entertainment.
“P.” Alex shakes his head again. I take my shirt off now as my brother whistles at me. I notice a bulge in his shorts and can see he is getting off on this.
“Shit, V?”
“Are you trying, or do you want to say I win now and get it over with.” I roll my eyes as I pull my underwear down and kick them to the side. My dick swung in the open, causing Alex to drool a little. It’s not like we have never seen each other naked; we have even had sex several times. Hell, we look the same down to the athletic body and big dicks for boys our age. We are both showers instead of growers, too. Note to self: help my brother find a friend with benefits after I succeed with mine.
“Shut up! D.” My brother only shakes his head. I climb onto the chair and turn to face him.
“T.”
“There you go. I was worried you would swing before getting another one right.” Chalkboard: _ i _ t _  _ e n _ e 
“X.”
“Yep, you’re on a roll now.” Chalkboard: _ i x t _  _ e n _ e 
“C… no, wait, I mean D.”
“Hell no, you said C first, so that’s your guess. FYI, that ‘c’ stands for ‘canceling’ your life.” Alex laughs at the end as he is loving this.
“Fuck fine!” I said as I took the noose in front of my face and placed it around my neck while shaking a bit. The rope feels thick yet smooth. I’m sure Alex took this from Dad’s study or the garage. I stare down to see that there is no way this chair is high enough for the fall to break my neck. Hence, when I jump, it will make for an excruciating and marvelous display. Yet, even with the thought of dying, the excitement from the game was showing in other ways. My penis had become rock-hard as it was standing in solute. 
Damn it, I do not want to give my brother the satisfaction from his twisted game. Come on, think. After another minute of standing there thinking, I finally remember something that happened a few weeks ago. A movie that Alex was going on and on about. Something about ghosts. Shit, what was the movie? He would not shut the hell up about it until another movie caught his attention.
“Um… maybe… H?”
“Is that a question or a statement, bro? Are you sure you want to go with it because one more wrong guess, and you're hanging tonight?” Wait, what the hell is Alex saying to me? First, I could not change my guess, and now he is asking me if I’m sure. I smiled, knowing he had finally shown me his hand.
“Yeah, I mean H. Is that a problem?”
“No, you got one right. Crap, but one more, and I win.” My brother says as he marks down the word. Chalkboard: _ i x t h  _ e n _ e 
I know I got this now unless Alex finds another way to spell the name, in which case, he got me good. Either way, he will still help me with my homework later, and I had better get an A on everything. 
“S.”
“Ding, Ding, Ding, we have a winner for once.” Sixth Sense is filled out on the chalkboard as Alex fills in the final letter. I sigh a significant relief as I pull the noose off my head. Then, I step off the chair, noticing that I still have an erection.
“Man, that was a close one. You better hope I do not guess your word right, or we will both be hanging,” he told me as he handed me the chalk.
“I should have picked a Spanish word.”
“Fuck no, remember we keep all word games to English only. You know I am horrible at fucking Spanish and other languages. Shit, English is confusing already without having to learn another language on top of it.” Alex gives me an adorable smile. Sometimes I want to bend him over and fuck him hard like the needy whore he is, but sadly, that only happens if I win these ridiculous games.
As I ponder ideas, a thought comes to mind when wiping the blackboard. He would probably not fall for it, but I’ve got to give it a shot, even if it is a stupid idea. Go big or go home, as my father says to me daily. I draw the lines to show seven in total for my word. 
Chalkboard: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 
“Okay, let’s see you solve this, smartass. You are not seeing me hang today.” I say with a cocky smile.
“That’s the spirit. Mm... how about A.”
“Nope!” Alex takes one off one of his socks first.
“I.” I shake my head as Alex takes his other sock off and throws it in the pile of clothes I left on the ground when I stripped. 
“E”
“Ah, finally got one.” I marked the letter down. Chalkboard: _ _ _ e _ _ _ 
“C.” I shake my head again. This time, my brother decides to take off his shirt, showing me his bare chest. Now that I’m thinking about it, he needs to exercise more, or he will get fat as we age. I’ll have to force him to jog with me in the mornings. Still, he is not a bad-looking boy. I wonder why he hasn’t even had a girlfriend yet.
“O.” I fill that letter in the blank. Chalkboard: _ _ _ e _ o _ 
“D.”
“Come on, man, are you even trying? Shit, dude, might as well get your ass on the chair and hang yourself at this point.” I tell Alex while laughing and shaking my head. Is this working, or is he fucking with me at this point? I will have to continue playing to see how this turns out.
“Hey, I’m trying, but I’m having a hard time figuring out the whole word,” he says as he unbuttons his shorts and pulls them off. Now, he is only in his blue trunks and wearing his bracelet.
‘B.” 
“And you're finally back in the game. Nice one!” Chalkboard: _ _ _ e b o _ 
“X.” Alex seems like he is feeling confident with his answers now.
“Yep!” Chalkboard: _ _ _ e b o x 
Now, what is his next guess going to be? I’m getting horny thinking about it, as my erection is still hard.
“F.”
“Nada! Now strip those underwear, big boy.” My brother laughs and shakes his head as he takes his bracelet off instead. Dang, but eventually, he will be fully nude for me as I see the bugle in his trunks.
“S.” I only shake my head as he pulls his underwear off, showing off his erection. I almost want to stop playing to give him that blowjob, but the show must go on. 
“Are you sure you spelled it correctly? Or are you cheating?” Alex asks me those silly questions, trying to get to me. But at the same time, something tells me he is irritated that he cannot figure out this simple word. Call it a twin hunch if you must. But on occasions, I can tell what my brother is thinking.
“I have the correct number of letters. And no, I am not cheating. Now, are you going to guess, or are you quitting because you’re not winning?” I tap the chalk on the blackboard, waiting for his response.
“Fine, M.” I laugh so hard that I know this makes Alex mad. He always needs to be the smart one in the room at school, even at home.
“Crap! Hey, would you give me a blowjob if I lose?” My brother asks as he climbs on the chair and faces me. The noose dangling right in front of his face.
“Maybe! But first, let's finish this little game of ours.” I begin tapping the chalkboard again.
“How about T.”
“Nope! One more, and you'll be hanging for my entertainment.” I smirk at him as Alex grabs the noose and places it over his head. I see my brother is thinking hard about his letter.
“There has to be a P in there.” He yells as he hopes he is right.
“Hell, yeah, you lost this time. Now we are 24 to 48. It’s my time to have the winning streak.” I fill out the final letters to show the word jukebox on the chalkboard.
“Shit! Well, you won fair and square, Damien. I would bow down to you, but I can’t right now. Hahah… A shame I will not get to give you a blowjob or see you have an orgasm while hanging.” Alex looks down to gather his courage as he stares at the floor.
“Hold on a minute, Alex. Where is the rope you use? We might as well tie your hands, so you don’t try to get yourself loose.” My brother points to his closet. I walk over and grab the rope with a knife inside. Then, cut a good length to use for the job. 
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” Alex did as he was told. I tied his hands nice and tight, tugging them to make sure he couldn’t break free. It was all good as he turned around to face me. I climb the other chair and tighten my brother's noose, causing him to yelp.
“Hey, you didn’t need to make it so tight,” Alex said as I reached behind him with one hand to lightly stroke his cock. “I like this new look. I will take a picture of you once you're dead. This noose is sexy on you.” I turn his head around and give him an enthusiastic kiss. There is nothing wrong with kissing my brother since we have had sex and done other stuff with each other. We both need practice in case we ever get lucky with a girl in the future. I did a few more strokes on his erection and stopped it with the kissing, too, before I got down.
I took the other chair and put it in a good spot for me to watch his performance. Oh, wait, I’ve got a better idea as I go to the pile of clothes to grab my cell phone. Once I get it, I put it on my chair and then turn to face my excited brother and the performance of a lifetime. 
“Any final words, my dear brother?” Alex moves his feet at the edge of the chair, not showing any signs of being bothered by the outcome. Hell, the leaking pre-cum from his dick told a different story. It's more like he is thrilled to experience this.
“Hey, would you like to pull the chair away from me?” 
“Why, getting cold feet or something? That never stopped you when you poisoned me a month ago for one of your experiments.” I walk closer to him since I know I will do it. But I might as well give him a hard time with the fact.
“No, not really! I thought it would be a nice gift for you. Haha… As you said, you have been at the end of so many experiments that you should have the opportunity to do it occasionally. Come on, you know you've been wanting to murder my sexy ass for months now.” He says that as he wiggles his butt. I go behind the chair he is standing on to be ready.
“Again, any last words, golden boy?”
“Mm… I want to thank my twin for murdering me. Yay, you got one. Next time, it will be you, Damien, instead of me. Enjoy your victory while it lasts.” He confidently says that, and I make a mental note to watch my back. Alex seems quite content with his last words as he waits for me. There is no reason to tease him as I grab the side of the chair and swiftly pull it away from under his feet. 
Like I had initially thought when I was on the chair, Alex only fell a couple of inches before the noose tightened around his neck and stopped him in his tracks. My brother starts gasping for air and flounders around helplessly. I put the chair to the side and went back to the other chair with my phone on it. When I sit down, I start recording his death while using my other hand to stroke my erection. 
Alex begins kicking his feet as he swings in the air. His mouth is open, eyes wide open, and he cannot breathe at this point. The noose around his throat will not allow it. He knows he will not touch the ground again today, but the thrill of dying excited him. Even with the pain, he is enjoying his experiment, as shown on his face. Alex's tongue pushes out of his mouth as his saliva drips down his sweaty body to the floor.
His kicks become more erratic the longer he goes on. Now, he cannot control his arms, as if his instincts have taken over, and he tries to break free. Nonetheless, the struggle did nothing besides tiring him out faster as the rope dug into his neck and arms. I watch my brother's performance as majestic. God, I was getting closer to coming. I hope I can last a little bit longer.
Alex’s swollen penis begs for release. He hopes he stays conscious enough to feel its sweet release. The strangulation is causing Alex’s cheeks to buff up with a slight dark red color across his face. His vision gets darker and darker with every passing second. He feels his body getting weaker, and so do his kicks. The otter knew it would not be much longer.
At the same time, I stroke my dick harder and faster. Soon, I start having my orgasm watching my brother Alex die. My semen flies out and lands on the ground in big lumps. “Fuck that was good!” I look at my hand to see it covered in semen. I wipe it off my chest and continue to record my brother’s hanging.
Soon, like all great things, Alex’s dance is coming to an end. He barely has enough strength to kick his feet until they finally stop. He thinks, as his vision goes out, that he is not going to have his orgasm like in the books. All of a sudden, he feels an enormous amount of pressure from his groin that starts traveling up his body. Alex starts convulsing with mini kicks at the same time as he begins to cum. His erection erupts a stream of semen into the air and over his body. The pleasure he gets from this is amazing. A moment later, the last drop of semen runs down the male’s cock as his body stands still. Alex’s last thoughts were that the books were right, and he hoped to do the same thing to his brother. A silly smile is on his face as he finally dies. 
Something tells me my brother had an idea about killing me before he died. His dumbass face tells me he loved every second of his death. It must be nice to have fun while you're dying. Probable is better than being poisoned. Hell, I take being fucked and drowned at the same time again, then being killed by some weird paralyzing poison that slowly kills you. I took several pictures of my deceased brother. Later, I’ll put this as a background for my computer. I might even leak the video online to one of those snuff video websites for fun.
My penis pulses thinking about it, even though it's flaccid now; putting my phone down as I walk over to the swinging corpse. I bend down to be at eye level with my brother’s erection covered in semen. I sniff the musk around the juicy cock. Next thing I know, I’m licking all the semen and cum all over my brother’s dick. Giving him the blowjob he would have loved to have at the end. Alex’s semen taste sweet as I make sure to clean his dick thoroughly until I feel the tenting leave his body. His flaccid dick leaves my mouth covered in my saliva.
“Thanks for the fun brother. Now, I’ll take my leave.” I say as I’m walking away from the body. When I reached the door, I immediately realized something. “Shit, I should have had him help me with my homework before killing him. Fuck me sideways.” I’m kicking myself, wondering why I didn’t think of that first. Then I feel my penis twitch and remember why. I got lost in winning the game.
What should I do now? Go back to that boring ass homework. Hell, no, I won, so Alex will help me do it. I could go down to the basement and have some fun with one of Dad’s sex dolls. The thought of that causes my dick to become hard again. Even though I had recently cum, my cock was saluting, ready for action. “No, Dad will kill me for touching his prize possessions without his permission.” I could play that new online video game with my friends. Never mind, that’s a no-go since David is grounded this weekend, and I promise I won’t play without him. Damien thinks of a few more ideas, but all of them are a bust.
Glancing over to my deceased brother at the end of the rope and seeing the empty noose gave me an idea. I went over to Alex’s closet, grabbed a stepping stool, and put it under the noose. I stepped on it and stood on my toes to place the noose over my head. It’s tight, but that’s fine. Alex seemed to be having a blast while he died. I might as well try it out. Better than doing frickin homework.
I turn Alex over to place my raging erection against the entrance to his anus. If I couldn’t use Dad’s sex dolls, then I might as well use my dear brother as one. It took a moment for me to push the tip in since it’s harder to do this while not losing my footing. With one mighty thrust in, I feel Alex’s inner walls around my cock. “God…. This feels amazing. I want to fuck Steve tomorrow. But you do, for now, Alex.”
After a couple more thrusts in and out, I decided it was time for the fun to begin. I kick the stool away from my feet. Man, this hurts as I drop a few inches with the noose, stopping my fall. I can no longer breathe as my airway is cut off. I place my hands on Alex’s hips and continue to fuck him. 
Trying to keep my kicking to a minimum is hard when you are hanging. My legs dangling so close to the ground that it gave the illusion I could touch it with my toe. The only sound that could be heard in the room was the creaking of the rope and my balls making slapping sounds with every thrust into my brother. Ringing in my ears and my vision darkening tells me I will not last long. It doesn’t matter, as the approach of my second orgasm today will be happening soon.
I must look silly fucking my brother while, at the same time, my tongue dangles on the side of my mouth. Sweat and drool travel down my body until it hits the floor. A few more thrusts into Alex, and I believe I’ll be done for good.
A moment later, with one more thrust into my dear brother, I climaxed like I had never before. I was on cloud nine right now. The rush of pure pleasure washes over my body as my cock dumps enormous amounts of semen into Alex. But alas, the fleeting feeling only lasts for a couple of seconds. Then I start to feel my eyes roll into my head. My arms fall to my side as I no longer have the strength to hold onto Alex. A kick here and there, but soon, I become still as my life slips away. Right before I lose consciousness, my last thought is that Alex is right. We should hang each other at the same time in the future.
Both boys swing gently at the end of the noose with happy expressions. It wasn’t till hours later when their father found them. Of course, Vlad, a sergal, found it all funny. He is delighted to see his sons bounding over something, even if it is these death games. Either way, he tucked both boys into Alex's bed. He will take them to the mall tomorrow to get them something nice after their trip to his wife’s work. Then, have some fun of his own on Sunday when it is just the three of them. A devious smile appeared on his face as the boy’s father turned the lights off and closed the door.