A young man makes a sacrifice and gains another man's love
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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 know 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 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 removed each item of clothing deliberately, savoring the delights they revealed. His chest was smooth, with only a wisp of hair visible around his small nipples. His sack soon lay gently in the palm of my hand, its two orbs asleep within. They were safe; never would I dream of harming the source of Justin’s desire. When he awoke, Justin strained at the ropes, his eyes wide with fear. But I told 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 by his own hand, but I hoped he had not yet been with another person in a physical way. 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 explained to Justin why the procedure must be done. It would bind him to me forever, I told 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 him, and be able to give him the pleasure he would need from this day forward. His breathing grew more rapid, and perspiration covered his brow, as he saw me holding the scalpel. Fear not, my love, for it will take only a moment to finish, I comforted him. He pulled on the ropes with all his youthful vigor, but could not free himself. His muffled cries would go unheard beyond this room. Justin’s body jerked as he felt the first bite of the instrument on the base of his penis. A ruby pearl dripped from the wound, and then another. The blade moved with ease through the helpless flesh, severing muscle and ligament as it circled Jason’s manhood. My boy cried and thrashed, but his torment would be brief. Only a few moments passed before his beautiful organ lay still in my hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed it, feeling its warmth, knowing joyously that its sacrifice would 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.