As soon as I heard about what happened at the Madonna concert, I knew it was something I just had to see. Madonna was doing a concert video where a volunteer from the audience was supposed to go through a fake hanging. But it turned out to be a real one!

They'd got the guy out of the audience and taken him up on a gallows set that was built on the stage. But as soon as they put the rope around his neck the platform collapsed, leaving him hanging there, thirty feet up in the air! Madonna herself was trapped under the platform when it collapsed, so everyone on stage was in a panic to rescue her and didn't pay any attention to the guy who was hanged.

Being really into necro and stuff I got hold of my buddy Jim who works down at the coroner's office. Luckily Jim was working the night of the concert, and had been able to sneak a quick photo of the guy's body when it was brought in; he knew I'd want one for my collection. It was a full-length shot of the body lying on a dark cloth covering the metal table, just after they'd pulled it out of the body bag.

It was really gross. The guy's face was all contorted: eyes wide-open and bulging from their sockets; mouth stretched wide like he was screaming. He'd obviously died in agony. He was naked and he had an erection.

Jim told me that he'd called several people down to the morgue to see this guy's stiffy and they'd all gotten a big laugh out of it.

I really enjoyed the photo, but what I was really interested in was the videotapes that had been made at the concert. They'd all been seized by the coroner, of course, and would never be broadcast. I figured they would have to have at least one camera centered on the gallows, and that was the one I was after.

Jim found out that there was such a tape, and it was sure to be a beauty! As soon as the platform had collapsed, the cameraman had rushed down to help rescue Madonna. But he'd left the camera running, focused right on the guy as he hung! It took Jim quite a while to get a copy of the tape, and you can be sure he made me pay through the nose for it, but finally it was mine.

I could hardly wait as I headed home with the tape. I'd already had the photo for a couple of weeks, carefully pasted into my special scrapbook, and I was eager to witness the suffering that showed so plainly on the corpse's contorted face. As soon as I got home I went into the bedroom and put the tape into the machine. Then I stripped off all of my clothes and lay down naked on my bed. I picked up the remote control and started the tape rolling, hoping for a great show. And I was not disappointed!

The tape began with a shot of the empty gallows platform, with the noose hanging down. It was obviously a fixed-camera shot; I couldn't see any other part of the stage. The music was pounding away on the soundtrack, and I could hear Madonna singing, but couldn't make out the words.

Then two huge "executioners", wearing only loincloths and black hoods, came up the stairs to the platform, escorting a third guy between them who was obviously the "victim". He was wearing some baggy beige shorts and a pair of deck shoes, but no shirt. He looked to be in his early twenties, and in quite good shape.

He seemed pretty nervous, but was trying to be a good sport about the whole thing, which after all was only supposed to be a joke.

The music kept pounding away in the background as the executioners put the noose around the victim's neck. Then, without the slightest warning, the platform just fell away beneath them. There was a loud crashing sound, and I heard Madonna scream into her microphone as the music came to a sudden halt.

The two "executioners" went down with the platform, of course, leaving the guy with the rope around his neck dangling in thin air. Fortunately, he was facing toward the camera when the platform collapsed, and I could see his face plainly as the noose tightened around his neck.

The guy's eyes popped wide open and at first he looked utterly astonished. His hands flew up above his head and gripped the rope, pulling at it desperately, trying to relieve the choking pressure around his neck. His feet started waving around, toes pointed downwards, searching in vain for the platform.

My cock was fully erect now, and I took it into my hand as I stared at the screen. There, before my fascinated gaze, and that of 20,000 others, a man was dying a slow, agonizing death. His motions became more and more frantic. He was spinning around, his hands clawing at the rope that tightened around his neck.

I could see his bare chest heaving uselessly as he tried to draw breath. His mouth was wide open, and I could plainly see the agony and terror in his wide, bulging eyes.

Now he began to kick, legs swinging high, faster and faster. First one shoe flew off, then the other, as his kicking became ever more furious. He spun round and round at the end of the rope, first in one direction, then the other. I could see that his shorts were slowly working their way down over his hips.

Then his arms dropped away to dangle limply at his sides as the final death throes began. His eyes were fixed now, staring sightlessly off into the distance, his mouth wide open in a silent scream. His chest had ceased its futile heaving.

He started to hop, his legs going up and down together in a macabre rhythm, jerking so powerfully I thought for a moment the rope would break. His shorts slipped down his legs, tangled briefly round his ankles, and then fell away altogether. Fuck! He wasn't wearing any underwear. Fuck!

I watched as his cock stiffened, straining out in front of him as if willing his body to live. He turned round and round, presenting his bare ass to the camera again and again, while his cock flashed the camera each time his body spun. It looked ludicrous, that big old cock poking out of that dead body.

Finally, his legs stopped their bizarre dance, and his body stiffened, shuddering like a leaf. I could see his bare ass twitching rhythmically as his swollen cock ejaculated in several thick jets. Fuck, it was something to see!

I heard myself scream as my sweaty body arched on the bed, cum spurting from my cock and fountaining over my fingers in hot gushes of life.

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