I called out, “Number 25.”
“Yes sir, Ryken Davies here.”
Bingo! He was the tall handsome jock, casually playing with himself on the far side of the waiting room. He was eighteen years and six months old, according to his contract. He was here by choice. He had a smooth naked body, and a full head of angelic blond curls. He stood up, easing his foreskin over his bulbous half hard cock-head. He waved goodbye to the other waiting suicide guys and followed us. He didn’t seem to mind that he would be dead soon. It was understood that we would make this enjoyable for him. He could only imagine how good it would be.
His cock bounced side to side as we walked down the hall to his suicide room. He grasped the gold knob of the heavy door and entered with us close behind. The door closed with a heavy clang. Once inside he studied the room carefully, the guillotine and mirrors on four walls. The room was designed to give him the ultimate view of his final moment. It would be a great show. He was surrounded by cameras hidden behind two-way mirrors to record every detail of his suicide. The place was perfect for a hot guy like Ryken. His bull cock stood high and drooled precum as he eyed the heavy blade that would soon chop his neck.
“Awesome!” he said breathlessly to himself. His cock was hard!
He turned to me with an embarrassed expression on his face and asked hopefully, “Can I take care of this, I am so horny. I thought I wouldn’t be so turned on so close to doing it, but I can’t help it; it won't take me but a minute to pop my load. This room is so hot! The thought of sacrificing myself has always been a turn on. Let me cum just one last time. Then I can do myself.”
I grasped his neck and shoulders and massaged him gently, trying to help him relax.
“There is no need to hurry. This is your final moment. You have to relax and enjoy it. Get wild. If your hard cock bothers you, use the guillotine and chop it off! Or you can jack off if you prefer.” I massaged his neck and shoulders, glad for the chance to feel him up.
He leaned against my hands and said “Don’t stop! That feels real good!” as I worked out the knotted muscles.
“Ryken, what you are feeling is natural. This room is special, like you. Your body is perfect, one in a million. We want your death to be as special as you are. You will get to watch every detail before and as you die. That gets most guys hard, real hard, like you are now. Only the turn on gets better. When you feel your neck in the guillotine before you cum-it is a major turn on to see yourself like that, vulnerable and in control. You must have thought about it or you wouldn't be here. Let me get you set in position. Then you can take your time to cum, have the most amazing orgasm of your life. After you blast off, you can hit the button and painlessly end it all. Your head will drop, and then you can watch as your heart frantically pumps away the energy of your final orgasm! You will love it!!!”
He rolled his baby blue eyes at me and smiled at the thought of snuffing himself. His dick chubbed up even harder as he pictured his perfect torso without his head. I was eyeing his perfect tan lines, the smooth pale round butt. I was ready to fuck off my load into his virgin ass-hole. Another moment and he would be mine to use.
He looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitating. “What’s wrong stud, something bothering you?” I asked cautiously
“Not really Sir, although I am very willing to snuff or sacrifice myself, I would like to make a slight change in my contract or how I will die.”
We don’t make changes to our contracts when the victim, or should I say suicide, is at this stage. Everything is set pretty much in concrete at this point. Although we will do whatever is necessary to calm someone, and make slight alterations to get them to carry through, major changes are out of the question. I was beginning to worry that he might not want to go as easily as he first appeared. “What is it stud?” I looked at him with a slight frown.
“It’s just that I have also had the erotic desire to totally surrender myself… my soul to someone as I met my end.”
He stared into my eyes and I could tell he had something more to say. What exactly did he have in mind? He was beautiful and prime meat. I was willing to do anything to help him have his erotic exit from this life, but no major changes were allowed.
“What is it boy?, you can confide in me anything. I’m here to insure you get your wish, but it must end with your death. There is no way out at this point.”
“Yes, Sir,” he stammered slightly. “It’s just that I have never really been much into religion. I, I,”.. He stammered a bit more.
“Yes boy?”
“Well I have always had a desire to give myself as a sacrifice.”
“A sacrifice?” I inquired. I studied his eyes and assured him that it was ok to get out his darkest and deepest desires by smiling at him gently. I placed my hand on his shoulder and slowly ran my fingers over his smooth skin and nodded yes to get him to continue.
Then it all came tumbling out. “Yes a sacrifice. Although I don’t believe in traditional religion, I have always been turned on by the imagery and concept of surrendering myself to Satan. The image of a well muscled demon or Satan and being embraced by him, well it just turns me on. I’m not a fag Sir, it’s just that the thought of totally surrendering to Him, to something that will give me my greatest erotic pleasure as I give up my life. I have studied Satanism to some degree, and found that self sacrifice by beheading is or was the traditional way of accepting Satan’s embrace and becoming His for eternity. I want to become His spawn, to have my soul or life energy used as evil or by Him to bring others to you and release their souls.”
He looked down away from me appearing kind of ashamed at this mouthful, and this dark and evil desire of his. I took my hand and placed it under his chin and lifted it gently looking into his eyes, studying them hoping to see into them, to see his deepest and darkest secrets for his desired death.
“I see,” as I smiled gently and with a slightly twisted and evil grin. “Satanism? And from such a young and innocent looking young man”. He looked at me slightly terrified at this point, probably thinking that he might appear to be deranged.”
“Ordinarily we don’t make any changes to the death process after everything is signed and you have come this far along.” “However,” as I smiled wickedly to him with my face close to his, “I think we can accommodate this evil desire as you put it, and make your death a sacrifice.”
This was beginning to turn me on even more, yeah young men taking their own lives was ‘evil’ and wonderfully hot to watch as they generally gave up a final orgasm and then left this earth. But, here was a boy that exceeded my expectations. I had been erotically drawn to many aspects of Satanism myself, and had studied some of the texts on web sites about willing opfers or sacrifices. This was definitely going to be my best assisted death, sacrifice or suicide or whatever one wanted to call it. The idea of me giving this young stud’s soul, his life essence, to something as dark as Satan, had me hard and dripping precum in my jock.
“So is there anything more before we carry this out stud?” I inquired.
“Well one slight thing Sir. I know I am supposed to trigger the guillotine, but I would appreciate it if you could assist me to make it seem more of a sacrifice. If you would hold the trigger, and I will place my hand around yours, and when I am ready, I will squeeze your thumb down on the trigger. I know I am really offing myself, but symbolically you would be releasing me to Satan’s embrace when I am ready.”
He gazed into my eyes with a slightly sheepish grin to see if I was willing to accept this. “The contract calls for you to snuff yourself boy, this is a little irregular. I’m not supposed to do anything but prepare you and bring you to the point where you kill yourself.” I paused and stared back into his unblinking eyes. I could tell he was starting to get worried that he wouldn’t get his total wish, and have to end his life without his most erotic desires being fulfilled. “Well, since you will actually be pushing the trigger by pushing my thumb down, I guess it will be ok.”
Fuck, I hated to be such a push over, and bend the rules, but this studs death was going to make my day, my month, and my year. The thought of delivering him to Satan as His spawn, if one believed in such things. And that his life energy or soul would be used to bring other hot young studs to me to watch them dispatch themselves, who was I to argue.
This was beginning to go longer than it was supposed to. “Ok, I will assist you. I understand completely, and to be honest, it is making me horny just thinking about it,” I beamed.
To possibly help him out further in enjoying his death, I offered him something not all of my charges get. “If you like I can give you a shot of this.” I held up a small syringe.
“What’s that? I don’t want a lethal injection! I want to cum hard and feel that blade dude!” He said, his voice filled with blood lust.
“It is an oxygen/aphrodisiac and a small amount of a mood enhancing drug. Most guys pass out quickly after the blade drops. This enhances your pleasure senses; it’s sort of like poppers if you have ever used them. It gives your mind that release of inhibitions and pleasant high, and extra minutes of life to feel your last orgasm peaking. You will actually see how amazing your body is after your head is chopped! You can remain aware for a few seconds and see your own body spurting your life’s blood from your neck, before that embrace of Satan’s envelopes your earthly existence in eternal darkness.”
“Yes sir, Ryken Davies here.”
Bingo! He was the tall handsome jock, casually playing with himself on the far side of the waiting room. He was eighteen years and six months old, according to his contract. He was here by choice. He had a smooth naked body, and a full head of angelic blond curls. He stood up, easing his foreskin over his bulbous half hard cock-head. He waved goodbye to the other waiting suicide guys and followed us. He didn’t seem to mind that he would be dead soon. It was understood that we would make this enjoyable for him. He could only imagine how good it would be.
His cock bounced side to side as we walked down the hall to his suicide room. He grasped the gold knob of the heavy door and entered with us close behind. The door closed with a heavy clang. Once inside he studied the room carefully, the guillotine and mirrors on four walls. The room was designed to give him the ultimate view of his final moment. It would be a great show. He was surrounded by cameras hidden behind two-way mirrors to record every detail of his suicide. The place was perfect for a hot guy like Ryken. His bull cock stood high and drooled precum as he eyed the heavy blade that would soon chop his neck.
“Awesome!” he said breathlessly to himself. His cock was hard!
He turned to me with an embarrassed expression on his face and asked hopefully, “Can I take care of this, I am so horny. I thought I wouldn’t be so turned on so close to doing it, but I can’t help it; it won't take me but a minute to pop my load. This room is so hot! The thought of sacrificing myself has always been a turn on. Let me cum just one last time. Then I can do myself.”
I grasped his neck and shoulders and massaged him gently, trying to help him relax.
“There is no need to hurry. This is your final moment. You have to relax and enjoy it. Get wild. If your hard cock bothers you, use the guillotine and chop it off! Or you can jack off if you prefer.” I massaged his neck and shoulders, glad for the chance to feel him up.
He leaned against my hands and said “Don’t stop! That feels real good!” as I worked out the knotted muscles.
“Ryken, what you are feeling is natural. This room is special, like you. Your body is perfect, one in a million. We want your death to be as special as you are. You will get to watch every detail before and as you die. That gets most guys hard, real hard, like you are now. Only the turn on gets better. When you feel your neck in the guillotine before you cum-it is a major turn on to see yourself like that, vulnerable and in control. You must have thought about it or you wouldn't be here. Let me get you set in position. Then you can take your time to cum, have the most amazing orgasm of your life. After you blast off, you can hit the button and painlessly end it all. Your head will drop, and then you can watch as your heart frantically pumps away the energy of your final orgasm! You will love it!!!”
He rolled his baby blue eyes at me and smiled at the thought of snuffing himself. His dick chubbed up even harder as he pictured his perfect torso without his head. I was eyeing his perfect tan lines, the smooth pale round butt. I was ready to fuck off my load into his virgin ass-hole. Another moment and he would be mine to use.
He looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitating. “What’s wrong stud, something bothering you?” I asked cautiously
“Not really Sir, although I am very willing to snuff or sacrifice myself, I would like to make a slight change in my contract or how I will die.”
We don’t make changes to our contracts when the victim, or should I say suicide, is at this stage. Everything is set pretty much in concrete at this point. Although we will do whatever is necessary to calm someone, and make slight alterations to get them to carry through, major changes are out of the question. I was beginning to worry that he might not want to go as easily as he first appeared. “What is it stud?” I looked at him with a slight frown.
“It’s just that I have also had the erotic desire to totally surrender myself… my soul to someone as I met my end.”
He stared into my eyes and I could tell he had something more to say. What exactly did he have in mind? He was beautiful and prime meat. I was willing to do anything to help him have his erotic exit from this life, but no major changes were allowed.
“What is it boy?, you can confide in me anything. I’m here to insure you get your wish, but it must end with your death. There is no way out at this point.”
“Yes, Sir,” he stammered slightly. “It’s just that I have never really been much into religion. I, I,”.. He stammered a bit more.
“Yes boy?”
“Well I have always had a desire to give myself as a sacrifice.”
“A sacrifice?” I inquired. I studied his eyes and assured him that it was ok to get out his darkest and deepest desires by smiling at him gently. I placed my hand on his shoulder and slowly ran my fingers over his smooth skin and nodded yes to get him to continue.
Then it all came tumbling out. “Yes a sacrifice. Although I don’t believe in traditional religion, I have always been turned on by the imagery and concept of surrendering myself to Satan. The image of a well muscled demon or Satan and being embraced by him, well it just turns me on. I’m not a fag Sir, it’s just that the thought of totally surrendering to Him, to something that will give me my greatest erotic pleasure as I give up my life. I have studied Satanism to some degree, and found that self sacrifice by beheading is or was the traditional way of accepting Satan’s embrace and becoming His for eternity. I want to become His spawn, to have my soul or life energy used as evil or by Him to bring others to you and release their souls.”
He looked down away from me appearing kind of ashamed at this mouthful, and this dark and evil desire of his. I took my hand and placed it under his chin and lifted it gently looking into his eyes, studying them hoping to see into them, to see his deepest and darkest secrets for his desired death.
“I see,” as I smiled gently and with a slightly twisted and evil grin. “Satanism? And from such a young and innocent looking young man”. He looked at me slightly terrified at this point, probably thinking that he might appear to be deranged.”
“Ordinarily we don’t make any changes to the death process after everything is signed and you have come this far along.” “However,” as I smiled wickedly to him with my face close to his, “I think we can accommodate this evil desire as you put it, and make your death a sacrifice.”
This was beginning to turn me on even more, yeah young men taking their own lives was ‘evil’ and wonderfully hot to watch as they generally gave up a final orgasm and then left this earth. But, here was a boy that exceeded my expectations. I had been erotically drawn to many aspects of Satanism myself, and had studied some of the texts on web sites about willing opfers or sacrifices. This was definitely going to be my best assisted death, sacrifice or suicide or whatever one wanted to call it. The idea of me giving this young stud’s soul, his life essence, to something as dark as Satan, had me hard and dripping precum in my jock.
“So is there anything more before we carry this out stud?” I inquired.
“Well one slight thing Sir. I know I am supposed to trigger the guillotine, but I would appreciate it if you could assist me to make it seem more of a sacrifice. If you would hold the trigger, and I will place my hand around yours, and when I am ready, I will squeeze your thumb down on the trigger. I know I am really offing myself, but symbolically you would be releasing me to Satan’s embrace when I am ready.”
He gazed into my eyes with a slightly sheepish grin to see if I was willing to accept this. “The contract calls for you to snuff yourself boy, this is a little irregular. I’m not supposed to do anything but prepare you and bring you to the point where you kill yourself.” I paused and stared back into his unblinking eyes. I could tell he was starting to get worried that he wouldn’t get his total wish, and have to end his life without his most erotic desires being fulfilled. “Well, since you will actually be pushing the trigger by pushing my thumb down, I guess it will be ok.”
Fuck, I hated to be such a push over, and bend the rules, but this studs death was going to make my day, my month, and my year. The thought of delivering him to Satan as His spawn, if one believed in such things. And that his life energy or soul would be used to bring other hot young studs to me to watch them dispatch themselves, who was I to argue.
This was beginning to go longer than it was supposed to. “Ok, I will assist you. I understand completely, and to be honest, it is making me horny just thinking about it,” I beamed.
To possibly help him out further in enjoying his death, I offered him something not all of my charges get. “If you like I can give you a shot of this.” I held up a small syringe.
“What’s that? I don’t want a lethal injection! I want to cum hard and feel that blade dude!” He said, his voice filled with blood lust.
“It is an oxygen/aphrodisiac and a small amount of a mood enhancing drug. Most guys pass out quickly after the blade drops. This enhances your pleasure senses; it’s sort of like poppers if you have ever used them. It gives your mind that release of inhibitions and pleasant high, and extra minutes of life to feel your last orgasm peaking. You will actually see how amazing your body is after your head is chopped! You can remain aware for a few seconds and see your own body spurting your life’s blood from your neck, before that embrace of Satan’s envelopes your earthly existence in eternal darkness.”
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