A history of hanging and abuse?

I read up on why people hang and the research done left much to be desired. There's not a whole lot out there on why I enjoy hanging so much. Obviously, it has to do with the sensation of cumming while hanging. Obviously, that's the link.

My earliest memory of hanging is in the basement when I was 12. I know 12-year old boys nowadays and can't even imagine not one of them hanging. I have memories of being 13 years old and taking Polaroids of myself hanging naked. I know 13-year old boys and can't even imagine one of them taking a digital picture of himself naked. When I was 14-years old, I was hanging three or four times a day. You think I could imagine a 14-year old boy hanging? Not a chance. Sure boys that age take care of their own sexual needs another way and I guess that's the way I'd figured was the best. In fact, when I was 15 years old, I'd hung several hundred times, cum each time, and had it almost down to a science, hanging and cumming several times a day, whenever and wherever I could.

In the garage

The latest is so unbelievable, I can't believe it took me this long to figure out how to do.

The point is to hang without control of getting down. That's what is so great about having someone else to pull the chair away; you don't control your own destiny. If you're done hanging, you must wait for that someone to put the chair back into position.

I figured out recently how to disconnect the garage door from the garage door opener mechanism. Tie the chair to the mechanism, push the remote control button, and the chair is dragged away, presto, destiny out of your hands.

The first time I tried this it worked perfectly. I tied the chair to the door opener arm, stood on the chair, then attached myself to the ceiling of the garage. I checked the digital clock as it moved to 3:15pm and punched the remote. Slowly, the slack in the rope tightened and the chair started to move from under my shoes. Seconds later, the chair was pulled away from me, and there I was, hanging from the ceiling with no way to get down, as the chair moved to the front of the garage, well out of my reach.

I hung for about two minutes, then started taking off my shoes and socks, while hanging. Then it was off with the shirt and shorts. And finally, I pulled my boxers off to hang naked. All while holding the remote control. It was 3:19.

And as quickly as I was naked, I mistakenly dropped the remote and watched it bounce on the floor just below me.

There was a sudden sense of panic in me. I looked at the remote and looked at the chair and started cursing myself. I couldn't believe my predicament. I'd only been hanging for about five minutes and knew I had some time to figure out a solution, but out of nowhere, my penis started getting hard. In less than a minute it was rock hard and I still had no way down. And I was getting a little scared. I'd really be screwed if I came and had no way down. 3:20pm.

I started looking around to find something to pull the remote over to me, but couldn't find anything. Then I felt that familiar tickle and I knew I had only another minute or two.

I spun myself around to find something to grab onto. Nothing. And I was only about thirty seconds away from cumming. I had to do something fast. The problem with cumming while hanging is as soon as it blows, you want to get down as fast as possible. 3:21pm.

Involuntarily, my breathing started to pick up pace and my penis started to throb. I looked down at it and saw pre-cum starting to ooze. I tried to concentrate on something else, but knew it was useless. I was breathing heavy and I could feel it the cum starting to boil. I couldn't help it, I was about to cum. I started to moan a little, then started to grown a lot and seconds later, the ropes of hot cum shot out of my erection with a fury I hadn't seen in months. It shot clear up to my face and hit me on both cheeks and on my forehead, then in my hair, before I could point the erection down to the ground. 3:22pm.

And I was still hanging and starting to really panic. I leaned forward to make myself a little bit more comfortable until I could figure out a way down, and realized if I lean forward enough, I might be able to reach the remote.

I moved the belt down to my hips and leaned down to the floor. The remote was just a few inches out of my reach. I could feel the minutes tick away as I began to swing a little to move closer to the remote.

The clock ticked to 3:25pm and I couldn't believe I'd been up here 10 minutes. The belt dug into my sides and I swung closer and closer to the remote and finally, I got it, and pushed the button.

The chair slowly moved my way and I waited for it to get close enough. It took 10 agonizingly slow seconds to get to me. I pulled it in, shifted my weight, and stood on the chair. I looked at the clock. 3:29. I'd hung for 14 minutes; almost half of those minutes were after cumming.

Hanging with others

I was 16 years old and had been hanging for about four years and loving every minute of it. I'd gotten into getting ready to hang with clothes on, attaching myself to the hook in the middle of the ceiling, slowly stepping off the chair, then while hanging, and moving the chair to where I could barely reach it. Then while hanging, I take off my shirt, then my sneakers and socks, and then my shorts. I got into putting a mirror close-by to watch myself hanging. Then I'd slowly pull down my underwear and hang naked. It was really magical.

I'd hung for a school chum of mine a year earlier when I was 15; he was 14. While that was fantastic, he and I didn't get much time to do that anymore. I'd been waiting for someone else to pull the chair out. There's something about being totally helpless, hanging helpless until someone gave me the chair back.

That opportunity came when I was dating this neighbor girl of mine. She was into everything kinky. I remember one time she stripped down to her underwear in an elevator we were riding in. We were 16 years old! What was she thinking??

I told her about my hanging and she was out of her mind. She couldn't wait for me to show her, so I took her right to my room. I was too embarrassed to be in front of a girl naked, so I stayed dressed. I set everything up, hooked myself to the ceiling, and told her to take the chair away. She did and oh, my!

I hung for about two minutes before she got the idea and started taking my clothes off as I was hanging there. Another two minutes went by and suddenly, I was in my underwear. It took her another four seconds to rip them off and I realized this was really happening.

She knew what was about to happen and put her hands cupped under my erection, and as quick as she did that, I shot this huge load into her palms and up her arm and I was gyrating all over, hands flailing around, legs kicking, and I was moaning, groaning, and grunting and then just like that it was over.

My arms and legs just hung like a rag doll. I was completely exhausted. My head hung at my knees.

I opened my eyes and her palms were at my face, full of my cum, being proffered to my mouth.

I pulled my head away, but she insisted.

The belt dug at my waist and I knew I had no choice.

I opened my mouth and licked her palms, swallowing every last droop from her cold, spiny fingers.

And then I felt her hands guiding my feet to the chair, felt her unhook me from the ceiling, and guide me to the bed. I crawled into a fetal position, and closed my eyes.

It was an unbelievable experience.

Hanging sideways to something better

I was 14 years old and liked hanging. I'd been doing it for a little over two years and didn't see anything wrong with it. I wasn't hurting anyone, wasn't getting into any trouble, and man, did it feel good. The sideways hang was good. I hung under my bookshelf for months. Pushing away the chair, hanging for five or six minutes, cumming in the palm of my hand, sometimes eating the semen, the hanging was good. I didn't learn the art of masturbation until I was almost 16.

But I'd been looking for something else, something that would set me free of hanging under the bookshelf or between my closet doors. What I found was the light fixture in the middle of my room. I found that if I could screw a large hook into the wood surrounding the light in the ceiling, I could hang from that screw. I practically ran to my father's shed to find a large screw/hook. I stood on my bed, hooked the belt around my waist, then attached it to the hook in the ceiling, and stepped off the bed. It was unbelievable. I never hung under the bookshelf or between the closet doors again.

I even moved my bed to be sure I had room to hang without the bed being in the way. The weekend I figured that out, I must have hung ten times each day, Saturday and Sunday. I added it up and in just those two days, I'd been hanging for more than three hours. Three hours! The first time was five minutes, then six minutes, then seven minutes, then eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, and 14 minutes. By the end of the night, I'd hang for 14-15 minutes before I could get it to cum. And then it was only shooting blanks.

hanging with someone else

I've hung for other people.

The first time I hung for someone was a boy I knew from school. It was summertime and I was swimming with my friend from school. I was on the swim team so I had a Speedo on. He had normal swim shorts on. I got a little cold in the pool, so I got out and started to dry off. He quickly followed. I noticed both of our nipples were popping out, meaning we were really cold. We both had agreed we wanted to get tan, so neither of us wanted to put our shirts back on.

I'd talked to him before about what I was doing in my room whenever I could. He was interested some of the time, but today, he was really interested. We went up to my room to "change". I was about 15 years old. The boy from school was 14 years old.

I opened my two closet doors, put the weightlifting bar on the top of the two doors, positioned the chair under the bar in between the two doors and stood up on the chair. I'd told him I what I was going to do, but he didn't understand it fully. I wrapped a belt around my waist, put a towel under the belt, and attached the belt to the bar. I moved the belt around until I was ready, then told the boy to tie my hands behind my back. He resisted, but after a few minutes of talking, was convinced. I held my hands behind my back and he tied them tight, real tight.

I was ready. I told him to take the chair away. I remember him saying something like, "but then you'll be hanging." Yes, I said. And wait until you see what happens after a few minutes. He slowly pulled the chair away until only my toes were on the chair, then suddenly, I was hanging.

He asked if I was okay and I nodded. He sat in the chair almost underneath me. He watched me and I watched him. Then I could feel my erection start. And I realized he could see my erection start. I remember him almost pointing to it and smiling. I remember him wanting badly to say something, but kept quiet. My erection didn't quite fit into my Speedo. In seconds, nearly half of my penis was sticking out the top, and my friend was just speechless. I remember him half asking aloud, half wondering why even have the suit on if he could see everything anyway. So I started pulling them off with my hands tied behind my back. He saw what I was doing and stood up and helped. Seconds later, I was hanging naked in front of my friend with a rock hard erection. And he was just mesmerized. He sat down again and moved the chair to be closer to me. And I could feel it coming. I told him he needed to move away, that something was about to happen. He didn't understand what I was talking about but I needed him to move from underneath me. I couldn't move my hands and needed to move him because I was almost ready to cum. He thought I was in distress and got right underneath me to look at my face to make sure I was alright and then it was too late. I screamed for him to move away from me just as the volcano blew and I was shooting massive ropes of cum all over his chest and face and hands and then his hair and his legs and I kept cumming and he covered up and finally moved away, but it was too late. It was everywhere and he kind of kicked over the chair and was quietly kind of freaking out and grabbing a towel and wiping himself off and I was still cumming, all over the carpet now, and he was still moaning and wiping himself off and then I was done and looked over at him. He was sitting on my bed, just covered in my semen, and I was still hanging there.

He kind of looked up at me and started shaking his head. I told you to move silly, I said to him. I motioned for the chair, but just sat there. I remember getting a little impatient as the seconds ticked by. I remember asking him nicely for the chair to let me down, but he just sat there, at that point, being all mad and all. And I'm still hanging there, but now I'm trying to undo my hands and get myself a little panicky. I remember him shaking his head and asking me if I wanted the chair. I said yes, please.

Finally, after hanging seven minutes before cumming and ten minutes after, he brought the chair over. I stood on it as he untied my hands. I was apologizing every four seconds.

He sat on the bed to wipe himself off; I stood over him and wiped my cum out of his hair and getting him cleaned up. He looked at his swimsuit and realized it was all over his suit too. He looked like he was upset as he pulled the tie string and pulled his suit down and kicked it to the side as he continued to wipe himself off. He looked up and I think we both realized at that same time we were both naked. I could see peripherally his penis had been totally erect, but was slowly losing steam. I quickly withdrew and grabbed my underwear, but he jumped up too, and stopped me. He told me to hang again.

It takes a young teenaged boy about 20 seconds to reload after handling things manually, but when you hang, it blows every last drop, and takes a bit longer. My friend was insistent that I hang again though it had been only 10 minutes.

I nodded.

I wrapped the belt around my waist again, stood on the chair, and hooked it to the bar in between the doors. He tied my hands behind my back again and asked if I was ready. I nodded and he slowly pulled the chair away.

And I was hanging again.

It was really uncomfortable the second time. I quickly tired and allowed my head to droop down. My stomach muscles resisted, but I knew I wouldn't last long. My penis wasn't really interested. Wasn't really interested until my friend touched my leg. He was pushing my side to make me turn around. That got my erection going. It quickly got rock hard.

It took only a few minutes, but I was ready to go. I told my friend to move out of the way, but he again stayed where he was, and I blew it all over him again.