The morning of the eleventh day, Mark’s incisions were fully healed. Arnie got tweezers from the dissection kit and pulled them out. “That’s not bad, if I say so myself.”

“Yes, sir,” Mark replied. “Thank you for doing it so well.”

“This one’s amazing,” Arnie thought to himself. Even in prison, he’d never been so successful so quickly. He realized Mark would be keeping his dick intact; clearly he’d never try to escape. They got onto the bed and Arnie positioned Mark on his hands and knees for his first fuck. He pulled a tube of lubricant from the night table drawer and squirted some onto his right index and middle fingers. He spread some of it onto the boy’s hole and rubbed the rest onto the head of his hardened cock. With his left hand, he firmly gripped Mark’s left hip; he used his right hand to guide his dick to the boy’s entryway. Arnie then took tight hold of Mark’s right hip and began pushing in. Mark groaned from the pain, but neither hollered nor asked Arnie to stop (in prison, not a one of his punks was able to take Arnie up the ass the first time without a lot of struggle and screaming; but he liked that because it let the other prisoners know he was turning out a new punk). Because he stayed quiet and didn’t struggle, Arnie was gentle with Mark; he’d never been gentle with his prison punks.

He started slowly, but increased the speed and depth of his thrusts as Mark’s body adjusted and began responding to the intrusions. Before long, Mark was in sync with Arnie’s rhythmic thrusts in and out. Arnie let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as he exploded into Mark’s bowels. Once Arnie withdrew, Mark collapsed onto the bed and Arnie lay down beside him. Once they both got their breath back, Arnie, in an unusual move, kissed Mark, thrusting his tongue deep into the boy’s mouth and getting tongue in return. Both were quickly ready for more, so this time Arnie fucked Mark as he lay on his back. This position was as enjoyable as dog-style and Arnie came in Mark as quickly as he had the first time. He noticed that Mark didn’t even get hard, despite the two prostate massages he’d gotten. His testosterone levels must’ve plummeted quickly in the twelve days. Arnie realized he’d need to start Mark on an exercise program to keep his body properly toned like Arnie wanted it.

That afternoon, after Mark had completed his chores for the day, Arnie left him unsupervised and went to a store to buy exercise equipment, then returned home and had a quick blowjob session with Mark. The three pieces were delivered and assembled in the spare bedroom three hours later. Arnie explained that they both would spend 20 minutes each on the rowing machine, the treadmill, and the ab cruncher, to keep their bodies in shape, and that it was especially important for Mark because his testosterone levels had dropped after his castration and he was at risk of getting soft and fatter if he didn’t exercise.

“Yes, sir,” Mark answered, “Thank you, sir. Will we do it together?”

“Of course; we’ll make it a family affair just like having sex. I want to watch you doing it naked.”

They had their first exercise session before dinner. Arnie was really glad he’d found Mark that night, and gladder he’d chosen him. Arnie kept him for three years. But one day he left the house and saw a new kid that he immediately knew he wanted and would get. He held off, since he knew where the kid worked and could get him after deciding what to do with Mark. He returned home and made some calls. A week later, three ex-cons arrived. Once they were no longer on probation, they started sharing an apartment in L.A. to save money. They were interested in taking Mark off Arnie’s hands. He’d be free since Arnie wanted to get him out fast, but they had to try him out first. They took him into the spare bedroom and the four of them spent the night together.

In the morning, they told Arnie that Mark was as good as any punk they’d had in prison. Arnie said he’d said the same thing three years before and the kid was never a problem. So Mark now began a new life of sexual servitude with three guys in Los Angeles. When they got tired of him, they sold him to a male brothel, where he provided sexual services for another few years. When he was no longer attractive enough to make money, he was released and began hanging out with other homeless people. He wondered for the rest of his life what might’ve happened if he’d gone a different direction at 18th and Main.