It was cold.

Very cold

Luke hadn’t been so cold for a long time. Normally when Luke was cold, he would stamp his feet or wave his arms around or wrap a scarf or a nice warm sweater around himself. But this time, it wasn’t possible. Luke didn’t have a nice warm sweater; he didn’t have a scarf either. In fact, Luke was practically naked. He couldn’t wave his arms or stamp his feet because they were chained firmly to the surface on which he was laying.

It had been days, at least, it seemed like it had been days, in reality it had been 24 hours, but by changing the light patterns in the room and changing the temperature, the man in charge had been able to convince Luke's body that it had been days since he had seen another human being.

The man in charge sat in another room, although the 1 way mirror enabled him to see the boy in the isolation room, he still had 5 video cameras recording the scene as well. So far the cameras had recorded 24 hours of pretty boring footage, but it was all necessary and would be edited into the final production, another benefit of digital he thought to himself, easy to edit, easy to store and high quality.

25 hours previously everything had been different, Luke had been a happy and bouncy boy running home to tell his daddy about his day at college. It was his 18th birthday and he knew that his daddy had a special surprise planned for him, if he had known just how special the surprise was, he would never have returned home.

Daddy worked at home, in the basement; Luke had never been in the basement, never questioned why he wasn’t allowed in the basement, it didn’t matter to him, he had been adopted by his daddy 6 years ago, he knew he was loved and that was all that mattered, his daddy loved his boys very much, so much in fact, that he adopted a new one every 2 years.

Luke's 2 adopted younger brothers were spending the week with their uncle, just as Luke had done twice before, it was all quite normal and nobody ever questioned the regularity with which things happened in the household, everyone was happy and that was all that mattered. If the boys had known that the reason they were so happy was the psycholytic drugs they breathed in from their pillows every night, mixed with a subtle hypnotic suggestion tape which played on a repeating loop all night, they may have changed their minds about the situation, but that was the purpose of the tape, obedience and happiness, and these boys were VERY happy and VERY obedient.

Luke ran up the stairs, threw open the door and throwing his coat onto the hook, he shouted 'Daddy, I’m home'. He ran into his bedroom and pulling off his college clothes he changed into the neat white gym kit that was always waiting on his bed when he came home; White shorts, white briefs, white socks, white singlet and white trainers. After dressing, Luke went into the gym, only a small gym but very well equipped, he climbed onto the running machine and prepared to do his one hour of circuit training, just as he had every day for the past 6 years.

'Wait' said Daddy.

Luke stopped, immediately. Pausing all activity and waiting for further instructions.

Daddy looked at Luke, over the past years he had filled out, his chest was defined and smooth, his legs firm and strong, everything about him was a perfect specimen, one of, if not THE best that daddy had ever produced. In fact Luke was Daddy’s favourite to watch at night, as Luke slept Daddy would watch him on the hidden camera in his room and masturbate, there was no doubt about it, this boy was ready.

Come with me Luke, said daddy.

He led Luke out of the gym, down the long hall towards the stairs, then to Luke's surprise, the sealed door to the basement began to open and daddy went inside. Luke paused; something inside him told him that he must never enter the basement for any reason. 'Come' said Daddy, motioning him forward. The instruction overrode his programming, obedience at all times.

Daddy led Luke into a small dark corridor, turning on the lights; he revealed a clinically clean corridor, white, smooth and very neat. He opened a door, ushering the boy inside, Daddy turned and left.

Luke stood in the room, it seemed bleak, in contrast to the clinical world outside, this room was very different, and it was cold, slightly smelly and almost completely featureless. The only thing of note in this room was the slab, there was no other word to describe it, a slab, about 3 feet high, 8 feet long and 4 feet wide, it appeared to be made of black marble.

Any normal boy at this time would have been panicking, but Luke wasn’t, he had no reason to panic, his brain was telling him that daddy had told him to wait there and therefore it was safe, daddy would never tell him to do anything that would cause him harm. So, when daddy's voice came over the intercom, Luke followed the instructions without question.

The instructions were simple, 'remove all your clothes except your briefs and lay face up on the slab'

Luke began to disrobe, again, no question in his brain that this was the right thing to do, daddy would never tell him to do anything that would cause him harm.

Now naked, except for his briefs, he lay on the slab; there was a slight indent that he found fitted his body almost perfectly. In fact this, of course, was deliberate; it put the body in the right position so that the pneumatic driven steel cuffs would not damage him.

Luke lay still and waited.

The cuffs were almost silent; Luke was unaware of them until he heard the faint clink of them snapping together. He looked up, or at least, he tried to, the 2 inch steel collar around his throat stopped him from doing so. He tried to lift his arm to examine the collar, only to find his wrists held down in a similar way. He flexed his legs, again, finding his ankles restrained. He didn’t notice the strap around his pelvis.

Luke lay still, his brain told him that daddy had instructed him to be here and therefore daddy knew the reason for doing this and daddy would never harm him, so therefore he will not be harmed.

The lights went out. Luke lay in the dark and the cold and waited.

Daddy sat in the booth, his countdown timer told him that the time was almost there, 24 hours, the time he had programmed into Luke's brain, after 24 hours in the basement, Luke’s brain would recover its ability to reason, and he would be released from the obedience control and would be self aware, the first time for 6 years. However he would lose the ability to use his vocal cords and he would lose the last 6 years memories. This was something that Daddy had added to the programming after the first boy, 'you learn from your mistakes' he chuckled to himself, remembering how the first boy had screamed so hard his cords had ruptured, destroying his perfection, that had been a waste and Daddy wanted to make sure it didn’t happen again.

The door to the room opened and in walked a figure. Luke didn’t recognise this person, he was wearing leather trousers, no shirt and a leather hood, an apron finished the look, and with only the light from the door behind him, the figure was scary, especially to the boy on the slab.

Over the past hour, changes had been taking place in Luke's brain, as his memories started to fade, he was able to remember less and less of what had been happening to him, he was aware of his surroundings but couldn’t remember how he got there, he started to be afraid. The last thing he remembered was going to bed, he had been wearing superman pyjamas and he was in his new bedroom, now he woke up to find that he wasn’t in his bedroom any more and something had happened to him, he had grown overnight and he was scared.

The figure at the door moved over to him, his leather gloved hands reached out to touch the boy, he could feel how smooth the skin was, how firm the muscles under that skin were, he could also feel the boy shaking, the boy was scared, that excited him, he started to feel his cock hardening.

Luke felt the fingers running over his skin, up to this point the shock of the situation had led his brain to believe it was a dream, that was the only explanation, he was still in his comfy and cosy bed, in his superman pyjamas, having just been tucked in by that nice man who had told him to call him Daddy.

It was a very realistic dream though, and now it was turning into a nightmare. The man in front of Luke reached behind him, pulling something from out of a utility belt strapped to his waist. It was a syringe, Luke couldn’t know that it was filled with epoxy glue and he also couldn’t know that in a short time he was going to be permanently deaf.

The gloved hand gripped his chin tightly, turning his head, pressing hard on his chin so he couldn’t move. He barely felt the needle puncturing his eardrum and he only heard a slight hiss as the plunger of the syringe was pushed and his ear canal was filled with fast setting epoxy. The other ear quickly followed, Luke noticed no difference, since the room had been silent beforehand, he didn’t now notice the lack of sounds.

The man put down the syringe, he knew that the glue would have done its job by now and that the boy on the slab in front of him was now deaf and mute, both achieved without destroying any of the boys beauty; this perfect boy, Daddy’s perfect boy.

Standing in front of the boy now, in full view, an imposing sight, his muscles tight and covered in light sweat, he brought his hands together, clapping loudly. A look of puzzlement crossed the boys face, the man wasn’t concerned, he had seen this look before and it always amused him, the look that says 'Wait a minute, how can you clap without making any noise?'.

The man waited, then clapped again, he didn’t have to wait long to see the look on the boys face change, from puzzlement to horror, he was impressed, it had taken most of the boys a lot longer to work it out and he waited for the next reaction to take place.

Luke opened his mouth, that’s all, the man laughed, loud and hard, Luke heard nothing.

Luke realised what had happened, what the slight heat in his ears had been, why he couldn’t hear the sound of this man clapping, he realised he didn’t hear it because he COULDNT hear it, he couldn’t hear anything, he was deaf!!!!

He opened his mouth, and nothing happened. In the depths of his brain he was screaming, scream after massive scream was being produced but nothing was happening, not a scream, not a shout, not even a whimper escaped his mouth.

His brain went into overdrive, he couldn’t hear, he didn’t know he wasn’t screaming, as far as he knew he was making the most horrible sounds, but he wasn’t, all he was doing was blowing the sweet air out of his lungs and into the mans face. Precum dribbled down daddy’s leg, he was enjoying this.

Luke’s brain did the only thing it knew how to in this situation, it shut down, and the unconscious boy went limp, just as the man knew it would.

The boy lay helpless before him, the temptation welled up inside him, just as it had before with Luke's older brothers, he pulled open the zip covering his mouth, bending down he touched his lips to the boys lips, teasing with his tongue, he opened the unconscious boys lips, slipping his tongue inside and probing deeply, tasting the boys mouth for the first time ever, it was sweet, with a hint of spearmint, he chuckled, he had told the boy not to eat chewing gum, but he never listened, it didn’t matter though, this mouth, this perfect mouth would not eat chewing gum again.

Luke was unconscious; everything was going exactly to plan.  He was allowed to rest, it was best this way; it would allow the epoxy to completely harden in his ears.

Luke awoke.

Looking around he could see nothing, darkness filled the room, he could feel the cold steel of the cuffs around him, he suddenly knew that it wasn’t a dream. Something, a memory maybe, drifted through his empty brain, he started to reason, the last thing he remembered was his bed, everything had seemed ok, nice warm bed, friendly man telling him to call him daddy, everything he had ever wanted. But now, he looked down at his body, it had changed, the small mark on the back of his hand was still there though, that distinctive little birthmark, so he knew it was indeed his own body. Something wasn’t right though, Luke realised that he was thinking words he hadn’t heard before, and then it suddenly struck him, he knew what the problem was, and he had lost his memory. That explained how he had suddenly found himself here, strapped to this slab, unable to move and with no idea how he got here.

It didn’t explain some things though, like who this man was who had been touching him and why he had been deafened and why he couldn’t talk and why he was restrained so securely.

Unfortunately for Luke, he was about to find out the reason for all these things.

The man opened the door, looking at the boy fixed to the slab; he was awake, 'good' he thought to himself, 'now its time for the real fun to start'.

He closed the door behind him, walking over to the prone figure before him he grabbed the waistband of his briefs, with one swift tug they came off. He smelled them; he loved the smell of this boy, just as everything about this boy excited him.

He reached behind him, pulling out another item from his belt, a small black remote control. He pressed a button, hidden speakers started to resonate, as the audio track he knew so well started to play, small steel spikes raised themselves from the slab, pressing into the boys head, under his hair where it wouldn’t show, they continued to move forward until the sensors in their tips pierced the thin skin and touched bone, the anaesthetic on the tips did its job, the boy hardly felt anything except a slight pressure.

The steel spikes had a purpose of course, as did everything daddy did. Without functioning ears, the boy was unable to hear normally; however by using his skull to resonate it, he was able to hear everything that daddy wanted him to, and only the things daddy wanted him to. He was unable to block out the sound or resist it in any way.

The tape started to run......

'6 years ago, on your 12th birthday you were adopted, today is your 18th birthday. It is also the last day of your life. (there was a pause, a dramatic pause). There are many reasons why this is happening to you, but only one counts, it is because I enjoy it.'

The tape went quiet........

Inside his helpless body, Luke's mind was already screaming again, unable to comprehend what it had just heard, unable to understand how these words appeared to be getting into his brain, unable to think or to reason, only able to panic.

The tape continued........

'I am a collector, you are a specimen' in the wall a panel began to open, a white screen appeared and a series of pictures with titles began to be shown...

'Luke's first bedtime'

'Luke’s first bath time'

'Luke's first masturbation'

'Luke's first wet dream'

'Luke’s first erection'

'Luke's first jockstrap'

Luke watched as the pictures flashed across the screen, he didn’t recognise the person in most of them, but he knew it was him, in the space of 30 seconds he watched himself developing and knew that this had been planned for a very long time.

The screen went blank, the tape continued,

'You have reached 18, the very height of your physical peak and your body has been trained for the past years to be perfect, you are the embodiment of perfection.' 'I am not a cruel person, and to deny the world perfection such as you would be cruel'. (Again a pause for dramatic effect) 'for this reason, I cannot allow you to age, for to allow you to age would be to allow perfection to be spoiled, and that would also be a cruelty'. ‘Therefore you will stay perfect forever'.

The metal spikes retracted, leaving the sound receivers embedded in the skull, they would be needed again later.

The picture on the screen changed, or more accurately, it went blank, except for the words 'Luke's last ejaculation'.

Luke read the words, he knew what the words meant but he didn’t know how they related to him, they scared him though.

The man, his hands now bare, the gloves gone. He walked over to the boy and bent down, kissing the perfect flat stomach before him. he touched the penis, so perfect and yet so limp, moving down to the testicles he gripped them, not to cause pain, simply to hold them still while the large bore syringe in his other hand injected the solution into the skin between the boy's penis and testicles.

The effect was almost instant, the penis began to harden, as the solution began to open up all the blood vessels, it filled with blood, engorging, moving from flaccid 5" up to 7" and then as the skin started to bulge, up to 8 ", growing thicker until it stretched the skin tight at 9".

The man started to gently stroke the hard penis, every touch was pure pleasure and pure pain to Luke, the nerves in his penis were on fire, stimulated beyond normal to the point at which pleasure and pain become one perfect union.

He stroked harder, watching the boys head jerk about in a silent scream, the pain on his face pleasuring the man, knowing that it would be the ultimate ejaculation and it would be the boys last.

The man reached out his tongue, closing his eyes to savour the taste of the precum, not the first time he had tasted it, he had had years of cum loaded sheets and underwear to taste and he knew it was the nectar of the gods.

His lips closed over the head of the penis, anticipating the result that he knew wasn’t far away. The first shot hit him in the throat, flowing into his mouth onto his tongue, closely followed by a second, third, fourth, cum gushing from the boys penis as the solution pumped his muscles harder and harder, lips were replaced by a small plastic container which collected the remainder of the semen now less forcefully being pumped out.

The man moved quickly, from under the slab he produced a jubilee clip, a special design of his own. Passing the open clip over the boy’s testicles, he started to turn the attached key. The clip began to close, slowly, it closed until the metal pressed against the skin, the man didn’t even think, he continued to turn, until the metal was compressing the skin, forcing blood out of it, he still didn’t think, he carried on turning until the testicles were being crushed in their small sack and the clip was on its smallest setting.

The man looked up, the boy was trying to scream again, 'he is so cute when he screams', he thought to himself.

Removing the key from the clip, the man released the catch holding the 2 halves together; now the one clip had become 2 with a small gap between.

He hummed to himself as he reached for his scalpel, the room perfectly quiet as he cut into the gap in the clip, giggling as he moved the knife deeper into the flesh, and eventually, he smiled at the knowledge of a job well done as the testicles fell onto the slab. He picked them up and put them into the prepared preserving jar, the label read simply 'Luke's perfect testicles’.

Luke was cold

He was also screaming. He hadn’t seen what had just happened, he didn’t know his testicles had been removed; the pain in his penis had covered that fact up nicely. He had seen the man walk away and saw a jar in his hand, but he had no idea what was in it.

The screen in from of him changed, 'Luke's last ejaculation' stayed on the screen but the blank picture was replaced with a close up of his penis, taught and stretched, he could see a shot of cum had been caught in mid flow by the camera, spraying into the jar.

Luke read the title, it made no sense to him, how could it be his LAST ejaculation?

Things started to move.

Pneumatics inside the slab kicked in, dragging one arm over the boys body, one leg followed, the other swept under until he was facing the slab, still held firmly and still unable to move. The slab started to bend, in a perfectly smooth movement, Luke found himself not now laying on a slab but bent over, his chest flat against the cold slab and his legs vertical. The screen changed again, luckily for Luke, he couldn’t read it, and if he had he certainly would have panicked more than he did when the door opened.

The man walked into the room, lifting his hand he gently slapped the buttocks of the boy on the slab, laughing as he saw the firm flesh bouncing back into shape.

He looked up at the screen, smiling, it was one of his favourite sentences; he enjoyed reading it every time. Simply it said. 'Luke's first fuck' and then in smaller letters it read 'Luke's last fuck'. He had toyed with other words, 'only' had been a favourite but he needed to keep everything the same, only that way did the purity remain.

He walked behind the boy. Nothing he saw surprised him, the same hairless hole that he had seen 1000 times before when he had crept into the boy’s room at night to examine him. He bent down, sniffing at the boys buttocks, they still had that same sweet smell, he allowed himself the indulgence, he licked a buttock, savouring the faint taste of sweat and of fear. It excited him.

The boy tasted of purity, it was leaking out of his pores, and it excited the man, he had given this a lot of thought and he knew that he was right. The boy was virgin, in every meaning of the phrase, and thus was already pure, however, only by examining the boy could he be sure of this, and for that reason he could justify what happened next.

From under the slab he produced a speculum, already lubricated and ready he slid it into the boys waiting hole. The boy couldn’t react, he couldn’t shout, he couldn’t struggle, he could only lay there and accept what was happening.

He started to stretch the hole, not slowly, not carefully, this was a clinical thing and had nothing to do with the feelings or sensations given to the boy, it was just something that needed to be done. He didn’t care that the boy was screaming silently again, or that he was begging for his freedom. He didn’t care because he didn’t know; the boy wasn’t making a sound.

Once the speculum had reached full extension, he applied a small amount of antiseptic to the small tears around the anus and looked inside, pink, fresh, pure, just as expected.

Reaching under the slab once more, he pulled out another tool; this one he had made out of an old policeman’s truncheon, smooth and sleek and metal except for the end where he had glued the cricket ball onto it.

Walking up to the boys head, he bent down, licking the tears from the boys eyes, his sweet face glistening, but still he felt nothing for the boy, he only saw the perfection.

Luke tried to pull his head back as the tongue licked his face, it disgusted him but he was helpless and he knew it. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the sensations that racked his body. Without sight, he was practically unable to tell what was happening, until he opened his eyes again. The receivers used to communicate earlier kicked into life and a voice resonated through his head.

'Choose' it said

The man in front of him held up the truncheon.

'You can choose this; or the alternative' said the voice

'Nod your head for what you see, keep still for the alternative'

Luke froze, he didn’t know what the alternative was, he didn’t know what the thing was he was looking at but he certainly didn’t want to find out!!

The man smiled under the hood, he threw away the truncheon, he wouldn’t need it, just as he hadn’t needed it with the other boys beforehand. By selecting the alternative the boy had chosen what was to happen next and therefore it was his choice, his request and therefore nothing he was about to do would destroy the purity of the boy.

He moved behind him again, removing the speculum, it had done its job, the tight little hole that had been there a few minutes before began to close up again, in a few seconds it would be almost closed, but not quite.

Fiddling under his apron, the man removed the leather jockstrap he was wearing, he was ready.

He put both hands onto the boys hips, pausing, this was the moment that he had dreamed of for 6 years, becoming one with such perfection, giving a part of himself into the perfect boy, making everything perfect.

He raised a hand, unsnapping the apron and letting it fall to the floor; driving his hips forward he plunged himself into the boy, watching the head rise as he was so violently penetrated. He had done it, he was deep inside the perfect boy, and his penis twitched its thick head releasing precum, the long shaft feeling the silky soft perfection holding him tight. He started to withdraw, on the screen he saw the playback start, the moment of insertion, the virginity removed. He started to thrust, harder and harder, it was so good, better than he had ever imagined, so tight, so warm, so moist and yes, so perfect. He reached up the boys back, his hands feeling the soft skin. Reaching higher he put his hands on the boys hair, pulling on it, ramming himself deeper and deeper, harder and harder, pounding into the firm fleshy ass of the boy. His hands moved, lower again, gripping around the boy’s neck, pulling on it, he could feel himself reaching the point of no return, he slowed down, enjoying the moment, then started to squeeze. The boy’s firm neck was hot and smooth to the touch and as his cock stretched the tight little hole his hands squeezed that perfect neck. Tighter and tighter he squeezed, harder and harder he fucked, then he screamed, spraying his load, filling his boy, shot after shot of hot sticky Daddy cum filling the perfect little boy hole. He let go, the boys limp body fell to the slab, unconscious once more.

He looked like he was asleep; the swelling where his testicles had once been was still red and raw, his little hole dripping with semen. 'Now he is absolutely perfect' the man thought to himself.

Pressing a button on the wall, the cuffs released, the bottom half of the slab raised, the perfect boy was laying, peacefully, chest rising and falling. With the press of another button the slab lowered slightly then tipped, the boys limp body slipped downwards into the waiting hole in the floor.

The man relaxed in his study, the fire crackled and popped as he enjoyed a single malt. 'it has been a good day' he said to himself, pressing a button on the armchair, a panel in the wall slid open, revealing 10 glass tubes, each one 6 feet high and 2 feet in diameter, filled to the top with preserving fluid, each one containing a boy. He raised his glass, 'To my perfect boys', he said. Each tube was labelled and on the last the label read 'Luke's last breath'. It had been a VERY good day, and tomorrow, he would go to the orphanage; there was a lot to prepare.