by Boxerbill

In my youth I was an amateur boxer. I loved to wear boxing gear as it made me feel like a powerful gladiator. The satin shorts and robes that went with the sport were sexually exciting to me. I still love mens satin athletic wear and own many boxing robes. I sleep on satin sheets. But time flies and life somehow moves at a far more rapid pace than we realize. I became wealthy through real estate investments and, of course, very hard work. I divorced, my children grew up and moved away and I lived a quiet life. Admittedly, I was blessed with great intelligence and talent as well as tenacity. I have enjoyed my life. Now, almost before I knew it I am in my 60's and was just diagnosed with a brain tumor. Although slow growing, it will mark my end all too soon.

I have always been a maverick, never doing what was expected . I don't have much to do with society's conventions. Most real thinking men and women don't. Age has not dimmed this part of me. I would like to be the master of my death as well as I have been the master of my life. For me, dying in some hospice or hospital is not the way I want to complete my cycle of existence. If I were an Indian in pre Columbian America, I would probably go off to a sacred place to die with dignity. Since I can not, I have a fantasy of how I would like to go and experience whatever lies beyond.

I never met you before. You responded to my add and agreed to a payment of $10,000 to assist me in my end of life fantasy. Few get to fulfill their dreams. You sounded intelligent, strong and determined. You were unafraid of challenges and you agreed to travel to Arizona to fulfill my fantasy.

You had the script of what to do and arrived at my secluded desert home after Midnight. I had left the door unlocked so you walked in and roused me from my restless sleep. You took off all your clothes in the darkened bedroom and put on a long black satin boxing robe with a hood that partially covered your face. You roused me naked out of bed and lit a candle. The flame symbolizing life. I had laid out all the tools needed for this gig on the side table. You offer me a glass of water, and a strong viagra with a few valium to relax and stimulate me. You lay me back upon the satin sheets and massage my back , neck and thighs. I slowly relax. Perhaps there is soft music playing. You turn me over and play a little with my shaved cock and balls. Then, you slowly force a 6” hollow tube down my semi erect cock – a prince's wand. When it is in place, you stand me up and dress me in a steel grey satin pajama top and robe. You make me get up on my hands and knees on the bed with my butt in the air. Then lifting the robe, you place a rubber loop around my hanging ball sac. The loop is a part of the callicrate banding castration system. It is the best made. You pick up the massive banding tool, put in the loop and begin to ratchet it tighter and tighter. I am in pain so you take your time and I try to relax. Finally it has reached its stopping point and you clamp off the band with a metal ring and cut the remainder. My useless balls are hurting bad and dying rapidly. Reaching under my chest, you clamp my tits with heavy duty battery clamps. I moan. You give me a little amyl nitrate and then with my ass still in the air, push in a heavy steel butt plug.

I am now prepared. You dress me with the satin pajama bottoms and lay me down in the satin sheets. You massage my cock, balls and tits through the satin and I am in erotic pain. You force me to suck you off and you cum with a massive load down my throat. You then put a large ball gag in my mouth , give me a little more amyl and pull a black stretch satin hood over my head. More erotic massage and I am ready for the final act in this play. You push needles into each of my balls You hold me down and place a large black plastic bag over my hooded head and tie it tight. You run your strong hands over my satin covered body. You feel me gasping for breath my heart pounding. I struggle a little but your powerful arms hold me down. Finally my struggle ceases and I go limp. My cock spurts it's final load.

You remove the princes wand and cut the band. You place all in a gym bag and take your cash filled envelope. You put on your clothes and take the robe with you. You extinguish the candle and leave quietly in the night for it is still only three am. You walk in the dark to your car which was parked a half mile away and drive off. A suicide they will say, but only you will know the truth of the good deed you have done. You don't forget, perhaps someday you will be able to help another man fulfill his fantasy and die with dignity.