The three finalists of the annual Noose Lovers Bodybuilding Contest stood on the platform and raised their hands in victory. Each of them wore only a competition posing brief; their well-developed muscles bulged under their smooth, shaved skin that was oiled for the maximum effect. The applause died down as the other contestants left the stage and the audience filed out the exit doors.
Their guards of honor, three beautiful women clad in form fitting black leather uniforms, came out carrying baskets of bondage gear. Each of them wore a leather bra that scarcely contained her full breasts, a hip-hugging corset, a leather G string, fishnet stockings and five-inch-high heeled boots.
The women each selected a man and went to work with the gear in her basket and soon had each man's hands cuffed and chained to a heavy leather belt that was buckled behind him. The chains were sufficiently long for them to able to reach their necks but their elbows were strapped together behind them. They could only wag their hands ineffectually in front of them. The guards buckled stout leather cuffs to their ankles, joined by a mere six inches of heavy chain that rattled as the men walked with mincing little steps. Their bondage was real but it was more to put everyone in the right frame of mind than for actual restraint. They wouldn't try to run away. Each of them had worked hard for the right to participate in the final event, the winner of which would be ceremoniously hanged to death by the Queen.
One of the men gave a surprised cry as his guard slashed his oiled skin with her crop. "Let's move along, big boy, we don't want to keep the Queen waiting."
"You're cute," he said. "If I don't win the big one maybe you'll take care of me on the side."
"Only in your wet dreams," she laughed but then asked him, in a serious tone of voice, if this was what he really wanted.
"Oh yeah," he said. "Whenever I think about her noose around my neck I get hard."
"I guess I understand," she said. "Each time I've seen some guy twisting and gasping at the end of a rope I get wet. Good luck."
The tallest man, Sig, his shoulder length blond hair tied behind his head, carried himself with as much pride as his bondage permitted. His guard, Wanda, slapped his rock-hard buttock, dug her nails in as she squeezed it and whispered in his ear, "The other guards and I picked our guys. I picked you because I think you can win. I've got money riding on you. Don't disappoint me." He nodded and forced a grin. "I'm in it to win it."
The men were led away from the stage down a long, wide hallway into a carpeted room, well-lit with indirect lighting. There were large mirrors on three of the walls. Each of the walls had a small but bright green light illuminated.
The guards brought each of the three men onto an area where the floor was polished wood. They were each made to stand in a red painted square, one foot on each side, that was in the center of a six-foot-wide red circle painted on the floor. The guards loosened ropes that permitted thickly padded nooses, covered in red velvet, to drop in front of each man's face.
They waited for a moment until the Queen, seated on an elaborately carved chair, raised her finger. At that signal each guard put the noose over the head of her man and snugged it up for a close fit. No one's head would slip out.
The Queen leisurely approached the men, swinging her hips as she walked. She knew the effect she had on men and wanted them to have all the time in the world to admire her magnificence. A mane of golden curls draped over her shoulders, down her back and her chest, half concealing her bosom. Her intensely blue eyes penetrated each man. An intricately woven gold brassiere cradled her breasts. Her narrow midsection was bare, covered only with delicate peach fuzz. The Queen's hips flared out, emphasizing her womanliness. A gold bikini bottom, matching her brassiere, called attention to her pussy. Thigh high black leather boots came to within inches of the bikini bottom.
"Welcome, men, and congratulations," the Queen said. You are each close to the prize you competed so hard for, the chance to mate with me and then to die a delicious death at my hands, in my noose." She ran her hands sensuously over her body, lingering at her crotch. "Usually, I punish men who stare at my body", she crooned. "But I don't mind if you stare now. This is your last chance to back out. Only one of you can win. The consolation prize for the other two will be a thorough lashing at the hands of my guards. If you want to leave speak up now."
None of the men said a word.
"Very well, you're all in. I'll review the rules. Your arms will be freed now." She addressed the guards. "Ladies, unstrap their elbows. Good, take up the slack on the ropes. I want the nooses to have a bit of tension."
The nooses' pressure assured that the men would stand tall. They gingerly moved their arms, restoring the circulation. The chains connecting their wrist cuffs to their belts permitted them to just touch the nooses around their necks and to also, importantly, to reach their genitals.
The Queen stood in front of the first man. "What's your name," she asked.
"Adam, your Majesty," he replied.
The Queen ran her hands over Adam's massive shoulders, down his sides until she grasped his balls. "These are big, Adam. Are they full?"
"Yes Ma'am, they are. I'm going to win."
"Good luck to you, Adam." As she gave his noose a little tug Adam tried to touch her side.
"Uh uh," she scolded playfully. "Only if you win."
The Queen moved on to the next man. "What's your name?"
"I'm George," he said. His thighs were like tree trunks, the muscle fibers clearly visible, pulsing under his skin. The Queen slid a hand up his leg and grabbed his ass. His cock came to attention.
"You seem to like this, George."
George gasped out his appreciation. "Yes, ma'am. Very much."
Sig was last. The Queen grabbed a handful of his hair, twisted it and brought her face next to his. "You're a pretty boy. Do you have what it takes to win?" She reached down with her other hand and held his cock, which was growing every moment.
"I think I do, Ma'am, but I guess we'll soon know for sure."
The Queen stepped back. "The rules are simple. Whichever of you shoots his load of jism the farthest wins. The others lose. The guard next to you has been instructed to help you however you want. This is not the time to be bashful; ask your guard to do
anything
you want her to do to stimulate yourself." She paused. "Any questions? We have a very full assortment of toys you can ask your guard to use on you. We'll take a few minutes for you to tell her what you want."
There were several minutes of hushed discussion and then a flurry of activity with guards running to get the whips, straps and butt plugs that the trussed-up men requested.
"All set?" The Queen asked.
Each man nodded.
You'll have five minutes, she said, and then started a big timer that ticked audibly. "You may begin."
Adam's guard knelt and began to lick his cock, paying expert attention to his sensitive frenulum. Then she slathered lotion on it and stood behind him. She reached around his massive chest and pinched his nipples as she humped her mound against his ass. Adam feverishly stroked himself.
George's guard lotioned his cock and then whipped his ass with her crop. He gasped out, "Use the strap, please," as he stroked himself. She put the crop down and began hitting his butt with a heavy leather strap.
Sig's guard licked and sucked the underside of his cock, spread lotion on it and then rammed a large dildo up his ass. "I'm fucking you," she whispered in his ear, just as he had requested. Like the two other men, he stroked himself with a practiced hand.
George shot first, his gob of goo coming to within a few inches of the red circle.
Adam was next. His load landed right on the red paint.
Wanda sensed Sig was about to come. She gave the dildo a final, hard push and bit his ear lobe. His semen shot out a good six inches past the red circle.
"We have a winner!" the Queen announced. "It's not even close." She walked towards Sig and scooped up his load of come with a small spatula. Smiling, she held it up. "Congratulations! Swallow this. I want you to be strong for me." Sig grimaced but swallowed the still warm slime. The Queen stepped behind Sig, strapped his elbows together, as they had been before, and took the noose off his neck. "Don't worry, this will go back on soon enough when you dance for me."
The Queen took his elbow and led Sig onto the carpeted area of the room. She turned back to the two men remaining. "You both did very well. I hope you compete next year." Then, to the guards, "For a consolation prize, use your whips and straps on them as you please. Feel free to be sensual, too, if you feel like it."
"Now Sig," the Queen began, "Let's get to know each other on this sofa." She removed the cuffs from his ankles and wrists, unbuckled the belt around his waist and the strap pinioning his elbows behind him. "Come. Sit next to me." She drifted her fingers over his face, tracing his cheekbones and his lips. Sig's cock began to perk up as he heard the whip lashes and paddle strikes on the two other men. "The Queen laughed. "BDSM gets you hot when it's done to them as well as to you, doesn't it" Sig blushed and nodded his head.
