"Having trouble sleeping sweetheart?" Tyler heard his mom ask as she entered the darkend room and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Yes," he replied. There was not point in trying to lie.

"Is there something on your mind?" she asked.

"This and that," the boy said wishing his mom would leave. He didn't want to talk. He needed time to try and sort it all out. Time to try to make sence of it..

"Would you like to talk about this and that?" his mother asked.

"No!" the boy said with force and turned to face the wall.

"Don't worry about getting in trouble," she said as she rubbed the boy's back. "Your father and I know you were in The Room earler today and we are not mad. It's been kept from you long enough. It's time you knew the truth."

"You're not mad?" Tyler asked as he rolled over to look up at his mom. "You're really not mad?"

"Of course not sweetheart. You are old enough to know. Did it scare you?"

For all his life Tyler had lived with his parents in a large old Victorian house. The house was well over a hunder years old as were the towering White Oak trees that grew in its yard and shaded it from the summer heat. Upon first seeing the house Tyler's friends often commented that it looked haunted. Tyler would laught with good nature at those remarks. True the house was quite old and its style was long since out of date, but it was a happy place. If there were any ghosts within they were friendly ghosts and made not attempt to bother the living.

But there was a mystery within. For as long as Tyler could remember the room that filled fully half of the third floor had always been locked. The boy had often wondered what secrets lay hidden within. He asked and his parents and they told him that he would be shown when he was older but until that time he should not worry about it. How old would he have to be, Tyler wanted to know.. When you are old enough to understand, was their cryptic response and frustrating reply. Often times Tylers would try the doorknob just incase they had forgotten to lock it. But the results were always the same The Room was always sealed to him.

Always, that was, until this very afternoon. His parents were out shopping and so Tyler, all alone in the house, decided he would try the knob for perhaps the thousandth time. To his utter amazement it turned. His parents had forgotten to lock the door. He pushed it just an inch or so afraid to go further. When he was a little kid Tyler had entertained thoughts that his parents were superheros and the room was their bat cave, a secret hideout filled with all sorts of high tech crime fighting stuff. Or perhaps they were like Indiana Jones and the room was filled with loot, treasures from lost civilizations. Or maybe there was a crashed alien spaceship. Now he would know.

Mustering his courage Tyler pushed the door open. The reality of what was in the room both sickened and thrilled the boy. He wanted to turn away in horror, but another part of him wanted to delve deeper. Trembling, the boy stepped in. One hundred year old floor boards creaked under his foot fall seeming to awaken long sleeping ghosts not all of whom were friendly. His heart beat like a drum and his little penis was as hard as a rock as he examined some of the instruments and equipment. This was a place of pain, humiliation and wonder. The equipment was clean and well cared for and that meant that it was still in use. Did his father use these things on his mother? Did they have guests over? Some of the things were meant to be used on women. But other things, Tyler knew, were meant to be used on boys, boys no older then he was. What could this mean? Sure Tyler was spanked twice a month but what of that? Tyler's parents were good people. They loved him. But why did they have this in the house and was it possible that some of the things, some of the things meant to be used on boys, might someday be used on him?

Tyler wondered this as he lay in his bed with his mom beside him. "Your father and I didn't bother to lock the door knowing that sooner or later you'd try to turn the knob," she explained. "You did that today and entered the room. It was recorded on a hidden camera. We felt it would be better for you if you discovered it on your own."

"Why do you and dad have all that stuff?" Tyler asked and he could feel his face flush.

"When your father and I first met I was very independent. I was committed to my profession body and soul. I loved you father but I was not the women he wanted me to be and, although I did not know it at the time, I was not the women I was meant to be. It took took you father time and effort to bring me into submission. I was like a wild mare that would not be broken but in time your dad made me his. It took a strong man to brake me but your father was equal to the challenge. I will alway be greatful that he was able to see within me the person I needed to be."

"What do you mean?" the boy wanted to know.

"I did not want to be a mother," she explained. "I did not want children. I resisted. It was in The Room, while under restraint, that your father impregnated me with you. I fought hard to resist his penetration of my body but it was no use. He had his way and now I am ever so glad that he prevailed.

"Dad raped you?" Tyler was hardly able to get the words out. This was vile.

"Yes you father raped me but it was a gift, the greatest gift of all because that rape brough you into my life. I never knew such happiness as I did the first time I held you in my arms and every time I look into your face I give thanks that your father was strong enough to take me by force. It was the only way. If your father had not been willing to hurt me I never would have had you and I never would have had the happiness I enjoy today."

"Dad still spanks you doesn't he?" Tyler asked

"Sure he does," his mother answered. "He spanks me because I need it just as you need it . Once every two weeks-just like clock work-you have you maintenance spanking just to keep you in line and maintain the proper attitude. It's good for you and you know it."

"But I'm just a kid and kids get spanked," Tyler protested. "You are an grown up. Grown ups don't need spankings."

"Oh yes we do. Tyler I can't help but notice that when you are ordered to strip for you spanking your little penis is always quite stiff. You'll cry and beg for mercy but you little soldier is always standing at attention."

"Ah Mom! Why are we even talking about this?"

"There is no need for embarrassment son. Spanking and sex go hand in hand. It's all about resisting but then surrendering. It's all about being brought to heel and about giving yourself over to anothers control. Don't you always sleep better and feel better the night after you are spanked?"

"Yeah but that's becuase I don't have to worry about it for another two weeks."

"I think there is more to it than just that and if you are honest with yourself you will come to see that I'm right. Men need to posses, to take control. Women need to be spanked and so do little boys. We need to be possesed and controled. It's how we know that we are loved and cared for. As you grow older you will understand." With that she kissed him and said, "That's enough talk for one night. Now try to get some sleep."

Tyler did think about it and with reluctance he came to admit to himself that the thought of spanking a girl or a younger boy was a huge turn on for him. He knew that someday, when he was grown, he would do it. But was that what he wanted to be? Did he really want to get pleasure by hurting those he loved most?

But there might be a way out. Tyler had heard some of the other boys at school talk about a website the promised an escape form sexual desire. A way to escape the overpowering and all consuming need to fuck and spank.

As Tyler saw it he had nothing to lose by just having a look He padded softly across the room to his computer. He found the website and was soon reading about boys who had become eunuchs. Horrible stuff to be sure but for some strange reason Tyler could not resist the urge to pull out his little stiffy and play with it as he read. He entered the chat room and was suprised to find a young board moderator ready and waiting to talk with him and perhaps answer some of his questions.

Tyler: Hi. My name is Tyler. The boy typed.

Cecil: Hi Tyler and welcome. I'm Cecil. I guess you have questions otherwise you wouldn't be here would you.

Tyler: Yeah, I do but I don't really know where to start. I don't even know why I'm here. I'm not a eunuch and I'm not really into it.

Cecil: Why not start by asking me something simple?

Tyler: OK Cecil. Here goes. Are you a eneuch?

Cecil: Sure am, I have been for the past three years.

Tyler: Really?

Cecil: Yeah, Really.

For some reason this simple responce captivated Tyler entirely and if possible made his little dick even harder. Could it be true? Was Cecil really nutered? Tyler had never seen a eunuch before or talked with one. He had to learn more.

Tyler: Did they take everything? the frightened boy managed to type.

(To be continued.)