A young man's sacrifice wins the love of another man.
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Justin’s face fills me with joy. His soft, delicate features are angelic, as befits a 15-year-old angel. I stroke his cheek, wet with tears, then run my hand gently through his curly blond hair. He looks up at me with glistening blue eyes. His tender lips are set wide apart, held that way by the red ball fastened tightly in place. Gentle music fills the room, and soft light falls on Justin’s nude body. He hasn’t yet reached the full height of adulthood, so he looks fragile in my large bed. Nylon ropes embrace his wrists and ankles, tied to each of the four posts of the bed. And his penis – oh his beautiful penis – it stands tall and proud, a thin clear tube emerging from its tip, carrying his urine to a bag hanging nearby. It was only this morning when I first saw him in the music store at the shopping mall. My heart stirred as I gazed on his loveliness. His tank top and cutoff shorts teased me, concealing the treasures I knew lie beneath. He was carrying a skateboard, and wearing headphones, flipping through the latest CDs. I knew in that instant I would have him for my own. I engaged him in conversation, a simple thing since I keep well informed about popular music. His smile was captivating, his easy, friendly manner charming. He was grateful to accept the gift of music I offered, and accepted my invitation to have lunch at the nearby food court. Justin was most interested to hear of the sound system I had installed in my home. By now I had won his trust, and my suggestion that we come to my house to listen to his new CDs was soon accepted. My heart sang with the knowledge that he soon would be mine forever. My angel was truly impressed with my home and its stereo equipment, and innocently sipped from the soft drink I gave him. The narcotic within soon did its work, and the boy slipped into unconsciousness, the glass slipping from his hand as he lay on the sofa. I lifted his lovely frame and carried him to my bedroom. I remove each item of clothing deliberately, savoring the delights they reveal. His chest is smooth, with only a wisp of hair visible around his small nipples; my tongue teases them both, bringing them to life. His sack now lies gently in the palm of my hand, its two orbs asleep within. I kiss each of them. They are safe; never would I dream of harming the source of Justin’s desire. My lips capture the smooth head of his penis, gentle pressure encouraging it to stir. The warmth and wetness of my tongue travels up and down its proud shaft, teasing each vein and ridge. Justin is only a youth, but the penis I touch is now as hard and proud as any man’s. A small drop of fluid emerges from its tip, which I wipe away with the tip of my tongue. My moistened finger probes his puckered hole and slips into his rectum. I savor the smoothness and warmth within, searching for the small round gland that will release his seed. I massage his prostate, and he begins to moan. It takes only moments until jets of sticky white fluid fill my mouth. Justin and I both sigh; my joy is greater because I know that his penis has had its final spasm of pleasure, and I was the recipient. When he awakes, Justin strains at the ropes, his eyes wide with fear. But I tell him not to be frightened. I was to be his protector and mentor from this day forward. His needs would be well cared for. I would teach him about life, and he would never go without my love. I was certain Justin had experienced sexual release many times by his own hand, but I hoped he had not yet taken a lover. It would be easier for the boy. Having never tasted sexual climax in the presence of another, his regrets at losing his penis would be less strong in the years ahead. I explain to Justin why the procedure must be done. It would bind him to me forever, I tell him. His testes would remain to insure his desires would remain strong, but lacking a penis he would forever be denied the release he had become accustomed to. Only I would understand his needs, and be able to give him the pleasure he would require from this day forward. His breathing grows more rapid, and perspiration covers his brow, as he sees me holding the scalpel. Fear not, my love, for it will take only a moment to finish, I comfort him. He pulls on the ropes with all his youthful vigor, but cannot free himself. His muffled cries will go unheard beyond this room. Justin’s body jerks as he feels the first bite of the instrument on the base of his penis. A ruby pearl drips from the wound, and then another. The blade moves with ease through the helpless flesh, severing muscle and ligament as it circles Jason’s manhood. My boy cries and thrashes, but his torment will be brief. Only a few moments pass before his beautiful organ lays still in my hand. I bring it to my lips and kiss it, feeling its warmth, knowing joyously that its sacrifice will seal Justin to me forever. And now my angel sleeps in my bed, a narcotic allowing him to rest. I gaze as his chest moves gently up and down, hoping that his dreams are of the two of us, loving one another in a perfect bond. I kiss his cheek and gently whisper that I love him. Justin and I will be together now, and he will never know loneliness again.