A FASHION SHOW By BearCub.il ( TZK@inter.net.il ) The world of fashion has become crowded. Designers have been trying every gimmick possible to attract media attention. Big names like Versace (God rest his soul), Gucci, Benetton, Miaki and others were always big news, but younger fashion designers had to go that extra mile to get their fifteen minutes of fame. Ricardo Sotti was one of the young ones. After three years in the business, making hardly any echoes in the world media, he decided to bring forth the most spectacular fashion show to date. A show that will be remembered forever. A landmark in the field of fashion. Sotti's men's line of cloths had everything in it, from casual cloths to formal, from raincoats to underwear. It would be in this last sketch, the underwear show, when the world would remember his name. It was to be a complete surprise. Only he himself and two loyal assistants were to share the full knowledge of the event. The first task at hand was to select the models. He wanted an international event, and was ready to pay the huge amounts of money required to fly the top models of the world to his fashion house in Milan. The first model he picked was a promising young Italian, who happened to be from his home town, high in the Italian Alps. Known by his trade name "Vittorio", this young Italian had Austrian blood, which accounted for his light complexion. His eyes and hair were deep dark brown, and he had the square jaw of Corsican men. At 1.85 meters (6'2") he was well built. First discovered at a cycling team, preparing for a race through the mountains, his legs were muscular and he had large flat pecks, hiding a massive pair of lungs. The second one was a Druz from a village in the Israeli Galilee. Scorched by the Mediterranean sun, Maher was the 11th son of an olive grower. He spend his youth working the hard land. Traditionally he had begun to grow a moustache, which gave him the appearance of a pioneer, a no-bullshit guy with piercing black eyes and full black hair. He was not very tall, but his all appearance meant perfection. A proud member of his small nation. Sotti was also looking for the perfect blonde. He found him in Ty Peterson. A native of southern California, Ty was a prototype of the all-American boy. By the age of 19, he completed his high-school with honours and had a promising future in both higher education and professional surfing. He was the wonderful combination of a baby-faced blonde, with a big smile and deep blue eyes, together with a tan which spread evenly all over his 194cm, or as he would prefer it, his six-foot, four inches lean pile of muscle. To complete his international crew, Sotti found an unknown Nigerian sprinter, and a Thai kick-boxer. These two athletes were new to modelling. Nelson Mwebe was happy-looking, talkative and smooth-skinned. He had the agility and speed of a puma. On the other hand, Sum-Chai was short, very muscular and silent. He had the strength and fury to kill a man with his bear hands, yet he was kind and gentle. It was not easy to persuade him to appear in the show, but after a period of negotiations he accepted. As the date of the fashion show grew closer, other models joined the team. Some were brought in as backups, some were to be included in various sketches. The team of five, though, was the centre of attention. A truly global assembly for what was to be the boldest show on earth. All this time, Sotti's two assistants were dividing their time between building the enormous set in a well known Milan hall and creating the media attention for the event. Reporters were told that this show was about to feature a very special performance and handed invitations with little nooses dangling from the card. The intention was to tell the people what was about to happen, but not the degree to which it would be taken. The five models themselves had to be briefed. The idea that was presented to them was indeed bold, but they all knew that participating in this event would give a great boost to their modelling careers. During the rehearsals they were taught the art of the ropes, experimenting with different knots and nooses. Most of the men found the rope play erotic. During the weeks before the show they had great fun binding one another and teasing one another with homosexual insinuations. None of the men was gay, but the fact that there was a man on the ground, bound and helpless, was very arousing. In the evening of the show, the hall resembled a bee hive. People were changing in and out of outfits, stepping onto the long rectangular stage and returning behind the curtains. Many people were attending and the media coverage was exceeding the expectations. The anticipation was enormous. As the show advanced, the outfits were presented and some won applause from the audience. Sotti decided to take advantage of the show and presented his whole line. After some time, people in the audience and the press were starting to wonder if this whole noose theme was a trick, a red flag to draw their attention. A news team from a local TV station was beginning to pack their gear and leave, when suddenly out of the velvet sheets on the ceiling, five nooses dropped. The audience stared at them in awe. In this period in history nooses are not a common sight. Of course, everyone had seen a hanging scene in a movie or on TV, but the encounter with the real thing was new. For a few moments nothing happened. The nooses stayed there, each illuminated by a spotlight. Then, though the curtains emerged Maher, smiling under his moustache. He was wearing a tight white tee shirt with a wide neck opening and matching white boxer shorts. Carrying himself proudly along the stage, he paused in front of the last noose and took a bow, giving the audience the chance to look at his exquisite skin tone and muscular body. He then looked up at the noose and swallowed hard. Everyone's attention was diverted to his prominent Adam's apple. He then stopped moving, as if standing at attention and looked through the noose to a point somewhere in the opposite wall. A spot light once again illuminated the far end of the stage, as the young American came forth and started walking. With nothing but black small string underwear, he stepped behind the Druz and produced a short this rope from inside his briefs. As if on queue, Maher reached with his hands behind his back and crossed his wrists, still smiling. Ty tried hard to keep a straight face and began binding those wrists. As he felt the pressure of the rope on his hands, Maher felt a tingling sensation up his spine. People sitting closer to the stage could see a slight movement in these white boxer shorts. When Ty was sure that his job was well done, he reached for the noose, and pulled it over Maher's head. Trembling from the excitement and the enormous number of eyes focused on his every move, he tightened the noose around the neck and pulled the knot to the left side. He then took a step backwards and positioned himself in front of the next noose. People in the audience agreed that this was indeed a very different form of displaying cloths and wondered what will come next. Both men on the stage were feeling the excitement, and both had noticeable erections through their undergarments. Next to appear was the Nigerian. Though not as tall as the American, he was the only one who could reach his neck with ease. He had a purple silk suit on, reaching from his neck to his ankles. Stretched over his long body, stressing every contour of his slim figure. The short cord was hidden in his fists and Ty positioned his hands to be tied when he produced it. The audience was fixated when he produced two short ropes. He tied the American's hands at the wrists and the upper arm, forcing him to extend his torso. Just before he reached for the noose, the Nigerian gave a quick stroke to the white man's upper body. A purple arm flashed in front of him and reached down to his waist. In a moment the American was noosed and tight, just like the man he himself did earlier. The pressure of the noose made his whole body sensitive and he beginning to get goose bumps on his back. The Nigerian was pleased with his job and stepped behind the next noose. By now everyone knew what to expect. The next to appear was the Italian, and he was greeted with a round of applause from the local crowd. He had an undershirt with two thin lines of fabric over his shoulders and chequered shorts with deep pockets. In these pockets were hidden a regulation police handcuffs. In no time they were fitted to the wrists of the black man, over his purple sleeves. Everyone could see the bulge in the silk growing when he was also fitted with the noose around his neck. Vittorio was enjoying himself immensely. He was very aroused by this whole situation and, ignoring the instructions, gave the Nigerian a pat on the bulge, before taking his place at his own noose. The smaller figure the Thai boxer appeared from behind the curtains, bare-chested with long loose pants. The taller Italian bent his knees slightly to make it easy for the Thai to pull the noose around his neck. When he was noosed properly, he stood up and put his hands behind his back to be tied. The young Thai took out the rope, which was longer, and secured the Italian's hands behind his back by wrapping the rope once or twice around his waist lines, covering the narrow gap between the shirt and shorts. He then stepped back under the last remaining noose. This was the queue for Ricardo Sotti himself. In his black evening tuxedo, he secured the Thai boxer's hands behind his back with leather cuffs and a heavy chain. He then took the noose and lowered it over his model's head. As far as the models were concerned, everything was going according to plan. In a moment the nooses were to be released from the ceiling and they would march off the stage, dragging the roped behind them. In the meantime, they stood there smiling, trying to savour this unique experience. The audience gave the bold designer a round of applause and waited for the conclusion of the drama, expecting some elaborate way of releasing the men from their bondage. Sotti faced the audience and television cameras and announced the grand finale of this evening's display. He said that he prepared a surprise and that there was no cause for alarm. The models stopped smiling when Sotti produced five short ropes and stepped towards the Druz model. Maher was anxious to get this whole thing over with. He was standing with a noose around his neck for more than thirty minutes now. He had no idea what to do when Sotti kneeled and tied his ankles together. He said something but the music was too loud for him to be heard. He was moving from excitement to fear and started shaking a bit. His erection once again showing through his shorts. Each model got the same treatment. Each was surprised and bewildered. What was this all about? Were they to hop back behind the scenes? The Thai kick boxer was the first to realise that there was something wrong. He did this too late. By that time, the platform with the models on it started moving upwards, and his arms and legs were incapacitated. The crowd was intrigued, but certain that this was all a planned show. The models seemed distressed, but that was attributed to their acting skills. No one would imagine that the models were indeed going to hang. For a moment or two all was still. The music was loud and only a few people heard the young men screaming for help, disregarding them as part of the show. Then the Italian youth started to cry. His tears were not an act. He was really crying and screaming, begging for his life. Some people in the audience were started to suspect that something was wrong, yet they were the minority. The others were still giving a standing ovation to the young fashion designer. All this time the platform was rising slowly. As it reached one foot, the music was muted and all the lights came up. Then it suddenly dropped below its original height. Five sore throats were silenced at once. Each of the young models felt his air cut off at once. They started to choke. The faces of the four white guys were turning darker. The Thai had the strongest neck. He was resisting the noose with great force. The knot was placed by Sotti at the back of his neck, but the drop was not long enough for his muscle mass. He just hung these breathing heavily and kicking the air with his bound legs. The Italian was the first one to black out. His Thai hangman placed the noose accurately. His blood flow was blocked before his air supply was cut. He stopped fighting after short while, and just hung there, gently swaying from side to side. The black man's face could not go any darker but his lips shifted from light pink to deep purple. His huge pupils were growing against the creamy background of his eyes. He was fighting to get a hold on the side of the pit and find relief on the edge of the stage. One or twice he touched the edges of the pit, but could not get a foothold on the smooth surface. As he too blacked out, the amplitude grew shorter, and he started rotating to the right. Ty was tall enough to reach the bottom of the platform as he fell. He could stand on tiptoes and breath loudly through the noose. As he fell, the knot was twisted and shifted to the front of his throat, pushing against his chin. He stood there, forced to look upwards, until he too blacked out. Nobody in the crowd moved. Then the first in line, the Druz with the boxer shorts, started with spasms. He was shaking and trembling. His penis emerged from within the crack in his boxer shorts and shot a load of warm creamy white cum on the row of journalists at the front. The other four had cum too, each in his own underwear, and the stains were clearly visible. Then the screaming began. People in the audience were moving in all directions. A few came up on the stage trying to help the hanged men. Then the signal was given, and the nooses were released, the men dropping onto the pit in the middle of the stage. Most of the hanged men were unconscious and all needed medical care to be revived. Sotti himself was nowhere to be found. He disappeared with his assistants when the men were dropped. He left the country and was hiding somewhere. Despite his status as a wanted man, his factory received orders by the millions as a result of this fashion show. The five models themselves became celebrities, and turned the red burn marks on their necks into their commercial symbol of recognition, using makeup to reshape it when it was healed.
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