The Room (Chapter 6) conclusion

The next day when I went into the room, Luke again ran over an hugged me. I hugged him for a while and caressed his hair. We walked over to the bed to lie down. We kissed, ramming our tongues down each other’s throats. He reached down and grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping it. I put my hand down and stopped him. “Wait a minute, Luke. I want to show you some new things that we can do.” I rolled over on my back and raised my legs, baring my asshole. “I want you to stick your cock in there, Luke.” His cock was already providing its own lubricant, so it readily slid in my hole. When it hit my prostate, I almost climaxed. It wasn’t long before he did. I felt the tremors go through his body as he shot his seed into my bum. I was pumping my cock with my hand so I shot mine all over my stomach.

After taking a few minutes to recover we walked over to the shower, and taking turns soaping each other, cleaned ourselves up. We dried ourselves in front of the large air dryer that I had installed. When we were dry, we walked back to the bed. “Now, it’s your turn, Luke.” He was a little anxious. I think, at that point, my cock looked much larger to him than it was. I pointed out to him that his was actually a little bit bigger than mine. I said, “Don’t worry, Luke. I’ll take it nice and slow. It won’t hurt.”

I put some K-Y jelly on my hand and fingers and began by inserting one finger into his tight little hole. I worked it in and out to relax and stretch it. Then I was able to get two fingers in and worked them around stretching it more. Luke grimaced when, but by placing the tips of my fingers together, I got the third finger in. I spent several minutes working with those three fingers until, with a plopping sound, they all slid in. His asshole was stretched out and well lubricated so I had him raise his legs up toward his head and slid my dick up toward his hole. I leaned down and kissed him as I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of his hole. Gradually I increased the pressure as the head of my cock disappeared into his ass. There was a moment of resistance, then suddenly, as if it had been sucked in, my cock slid all the way into his ass. He moaned at first, but as I pumped, I could see him becoming more aroused. As I shot my wad into his sweet little ass, I saw his eyes roll back in his head. His cock began pumping and spurted forth his precious cum over his belly without his ever having touched it. It was still spurting as I pulled my cock out of his ass and placed my mouth over it to swallow the last bit.

Over the next two years, Luke and I had a glorious time. Sure there was times that he rebelled some and complained about being locked in the room, but when he did, I left him alone in there for a day or two, without TV, music, my company, or my voice. When I came back, he was too glad to see me to remember his complaints.

But, as he aged, the testosterone in his body was beginning to cause some unpleasant changes. Hair was growing on his upper lip and a few straggly ones were appearing on his chin. Those could be shaved off, but his features were losing their soft contours and becoming more angular. He was becoming a man, but I didn’t want a man. I wanted a boy. I knew what I had to do. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was the only one available.

The next day when I went into the room, I set Luke down on the bed. I explained to him what the testosterone was doing to his body. I told him that I wouldn’t be able to love him if he continued to change. He threw his arms around me and cried into the hair on my chest. I said, “Luke, we can stop the changes. Testosterone is produced in your balls. If we cut off your balls, then the changes will stop.”

I then explained to Luke that there were some negative aspects of cutting off his balls. He wouldn’t be producing the copious amounts of sperm that I was so fond of drinking, nor would he become aroused so easily. I explained, though, that I could supply him with limited amounts of testosterone, enough so that he could still become aroused, but not enough to cause the changes that were rapidly taking place. I told him that he had to agree to having his balls cut off, but that, if he didn’t he would be left in the room all by himself, that food would be shoved through to him, but he would never see me again. As I knew he would, he agreed.

I prepared everything for the operation. I had studied extensively, and had practiced on animals. I gave Luke a general anesthetic. I wanted to make this as easy as possible for him. I attached straps to the bed and strapped Luke down with his legs apart so that he couldn’t move while I was performing the operation. Even under the anesthetic, his cock was hard. I couldn’t resist giving him one last orgasm while he still had balls, not could I resist my last taste of his sperm. As his hot wad spurted down my throat, I celebrated the last of his sperm with my own ejaculation.

I cleaned both of us off. Then I shaved that pretty bush of his and his scrotum. Although I loved his bush, I was aroused by his smoothness, too. Perhaps, now that he was becoming a eunuch, I might also permanently remove his bush. Oh, well, I digress. That’s a decision I could make later.

I first made an incision on the left side of his ball sack. That ball hung a little lower. When I squeezed the sack, his left nut popped through the cut. I took it in my gloved hand, thinking of all the pleasure that it and its mate had given me, regretting that it would soon no longer produce the sperm that I so loved to swallow. I pulled on it, stretching the cords. When I thought they were stretched enough, I clamped them at the upper end. I sutured above the clamps. Then with a snip, I cut that precious ball free from its cords. I placed it in a bowl. Then I repeated the procedure on the other side. After I stitched up the incisions, I was through. So, was Luke. He was through producing testosterone and sperm.

Luke was sore for a while, but I nursed him through it. In a few weeks he was completely healed. Whereas, when he had balls, he always had an erection while he slept, his cock now remained flaccid all night. With the proper attention his cock would still get hard, and he would cum, though not in such copious amounts. It also no longer had the same taste as before. I started providing him with just enough testosterone so that he would become aroused, but not enough to cause the physical changes that would have turned me off. His dick shrunk a little. Now mine was the longer one. I decided to pluck his bush. The smoothness seemed to go better with his empty ball sack. It turned me on to caress his empty sack and the smooth area above his cock.

The absence of testosterone made Luke more docile and submissive. There was no more rebellion, and I no longer had to threaten to leave him alone in the room to get him to behave. Sex wasn’t quite the same as before. I missed the kid that had always had a hard on, and the taste of his cum. Sex was still good, different, but good. It was quieter, more relaxed than it had been before. We took our time now, stretching it out for hours.

We had another two years. Then Luke came down with acute appendicitis. It was beyond my skills to doctor him, and there was no way that I could have taken him to a doctor or hospital. I would have lost him anyway and would have gone to prison besides. I buried Luke under a giant oak tree not far from the house. The oak tree, itself, is his gravestone. I mourned for Luke, and still do, but life must go on, so I’ve loaded up the motor home for another trip to that park where little boys catch crawdads.