As I await my fate, I have a few minutes to reflect on this situation and the events that brought me and Okie to this hour.

Several months ago I was transferred to this area by my company to its satellite electronics plant here. I was assigned to work in a "clean room" (gloves, face masks, sterile smocks) with Okie, so called because he is originally from Oklahoma. Okie and I hit it off immediately. I learn that he is 25 years old (I'm soon to be 25 myself) and that he is very intelligent. We exceed our work quota every day and have received numerous awards and commendations from the plant management as a result.

One day after I had worked with Okie for about two months, I was all thumbs. I couldn't get the job right at all. Finally Okie said, "You're not at your best game today; what's wrong?"

"I haven't been getting enough sleep. Sorry. I'll try to get my act together."

He asked, "Troubled about something?"

I sighed, "Acutally no, I'm just tired. You see, when I arrived in town two months ago, the only place I could get to rent was a bedroom in a large house owned by a large family. They have six kids ranging in age from 5 to mid-teens. I have to share a bathroom with them and there are not locks on my bedroom door OR the bathroom! There's no privacy! The other day after my shower I was getting dressed and one of their daughters just walked right in on me while I was standing there in my underwear! Also, the parents don't get along very well and they argue and fight late into the night. I swear, no matter where you are in that house, the mom and dad come in loud and clear."

"Bummer," was Okie's only comment.

I continued, "Plus, I think that the kids or the parents have been going through my stuff when I'm at work. All my clothes and photo-albums seem to have been moved around. I hate the situation, but I don't have any other options."

"And how much is this lavish lifestyle costing you each month?" Okie asked.

"Four hundred bucks a month, but I get free utilities and cable."

"But no privacy," he stated. I shook my head. Then he continued, "Look, I have a two-bedroom apartment and I need a room mate to help cut expenses. Why don't you come over tonight after work and take a look at the set up. If you're interested it will solve a problem for both of us, and if you're not, I won't be offended and we'll still be friendly co-workers."

I agreed to go over to Okie's place that evening. The room was large--bigger than the one I was in already, and the door had a lock! Okie's apartment was in a large tenement house on the third floor. It was large and cozy. He had furnished it pretty good for a single guy. After mulling over the accommodations, I turned to him and stated factually, "Look Okie, I like the place, but I can't come up with first and last month's rent and security deposit."

He nodded, "Not to worry: all this will cost you four hundred a month total. That's it. No first, last and security crap. You will have to share the bathroom though!"

It was settled. I moved in after work the next night. Okie helped me get situated. That night before bed, I showered, shaved and hit the sack about 11.

Minutes later I was in that semi-awake state between reality and dreaming when Okie came into my room and slipped into bed beside me. He reached into my underwear and fondled my penis and testicles while the other hand caressed my butt and traced my crack up and down. I groaned with approval. He stopped.

"How did you know I was gay?" I asked him.

"Come on," he said. "I've seen you checking out the guys at work in the lunch room, and at the company pic nic I saw you checking them out in the pool, and especially in the shower room afterwards when we were all changing."

"Am I that obvious?" I wanted to know.

"Maybe not to everyone but to someone like me who does the same thing, you are obvious. Do you want me to keep going?"

"Please," I said, then added, "I checked you out too."

"And how did you find me?" Okie asked, turning me onto my belly and slipping my underwear off.

"I think you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen," I answered, relieved that I had come clean with my sexual orientation and my evaluations of Okie. He was beautiful. He stood about 5'9", had black hair, and was in decent shape: not muscular like a weightlifter, but good "25 years old" good shape. When he arrived at the pic nic, he was wearing shorts, sandals and a tank top that highlighted his physique. Just the proper amount of underarm hair was showing from the sides of the tank top. I felt a huge rush of heat/lust/interest, I don't know what you'd call it, but I couldn't take my eyes off my co-worker. In the clean room he is all covered like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. At the pic nic he was a good looking perfectly shaped man. In the pool I watched how his wet shorts clung to his body. I checked him out in the shower room too: he was the kind of man I've been attracted to ever since I realized I was gay.

Okie positioned a pillow under my waist and gently caressed my thighs and butt cheeks. Then I felt him part my cheeks with his fingers, and kiss my bottom. Before I knew it, I felt the most wonderful sensations on my anus! He was licking it and tonguing it very slowly and sensually. I groaned in delight and pleasure again. I was not aware that a man's butt hole could be so sexually stimulated and aroused! It felt like Okie got at least two inches of his tongue into my anus. I raised my butt toward him to give him more, but he stopped momentarily and slowly began fingering my anus. He slowly pushed his finger in and before long was massaging my prostate. What a overwhelming pleasure that was! Then, with his finger still way in me, he motioned to me that he wanted my to turn over onto my back. When I was situated, he began stroking and caressing my penis and testicles, and then slowly sucked my penis as far into his mouth as it would go. There I was, a prisoner of my room mate and a bondslave to my sensations and pleasures. After several minutes of the most intense pleasures and sensations I have ever felt, I knew I was about to release an explosive load of sperm in a convulsing climax that was one for the books! I spread my legs as far as I could to allow him full access to my body.

"Okie, I'm going to cum," I said warning him, in case he wanted to remove my cock from his mouth and avoid drinking in my sperm. My rock-hard penis stayed right there in his mouth. We made eye-contact and I knew it was okay to ejaculate. I rocked and reeled as I pumped more sperm into Okie's mouth than I think I ever had. He drank it all and swallowed it with a look of extreme pleasure and satisfaction on his face. When I thought that I had no more sperm to spurt, Okie slowly slid his finger out of my anus, and the sensations caused my to shoot a couple more huge globs. This technique was like an Epilogue to my orgasm and it was wonderful.

When I collapsed in post-cum relaxation, he laid beside me.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.

"I just did for you what I'd like to have done for me, that's all. You see, no one but a man really knows what another man really likes, and how he likes it. I don't care who you are-straight, gay or bi, but every man likes to have his penis orally pleased!"

My heart skipped a beat. "I don't know if I could do to you what you've done for me," I said. Okie wanted to know why.

"Well, when I was about 11 or 12, a teen age boy in our neighborhood molested me. He said he'd pay me $5 to collect bugs for a science project he was doing at school. But when I went into his garage, he made me suck his cum into my mouth. I complied out of fear because he was so much bigger than me. When I took his cock into my mouth, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it to him. I had his dick in my mouth all the way to his public hair. Then he shot that awful sticky, hot, repugnant cum into my mouth. I gagged and I think I may have vomited. Then he turned around, bent over, and made me lick his shitty, smelly asshole. I'm sorry Okie, but I have been screwed up about that since then. Sometimes I think about his cum in my mouth and I gag. If I think about it when I'm eating, my appetite is instantaneously ruined. The memory of that ordeal has haunted me for years. It has even ruined some of my other gay relationships because so many guys, like you've said, enjoy oral pleasure. And I absolutley can't stand the smell of shit or body fluids. I can't stand the smell of bathrooms when people have been in there. I avoid body smells as much as possible because of what that boy did to me."

"I see," Okie said. "I understand about the sperm. Perhaps someday. But so you know, just before I came in here a few minutes ago, I gave myself an enema to flush myself out and I'm clean down there, and I'm really in need of a climax."

So slowly at first, I duplicated everything Okie had done for me, starting with his beautiful butt and his secret anal slit. Sure enough, his anus didn't at all smell like one would expect an asshole to smell like: It was clean, sweet smelling and fragrant. Whatever he put in that enema solution was powerfully intoxicating. I licked and caressed his secret little anal opening and then attempted to push my tongue in as far as it would go. Before long, I turned him over and proceeded to oral sex him for the first time, while my finger remained in his anus. His pubic hair was black but Okie himself was not all that hairy. He had a faint streak of black hair from his belly button to his pubic patch, and some hair on his legs, but that was it. Oh, and his lovely underarm hair. I took his scrotum into my mouth and massaged his balls with my tongue and teeth. He moaned with pleasure, and said, "That feels so dangerously sensual. Please do it some more."

My finger in his butt hole gave me advanced warning of his impending climax, and as I felt his body convulse, I removed his penis from my mouth and finished him off with my hand. He must have shot a half-gallon of sperm. It went everywhere; my face, my chin, my neck, and onto his stomach, pooling in his navel.

When he was done, I lay beside him and asked, "How can you stand the taste of sperm?"

He thought for a moment and then answered. "I like to think of it as a man's love nectar. The only way to get the sperm is the love act, and by stimulating all the love points on a man's body. I like to think of the testicles as the love treasure brewing and storing up the love nectar for the next time when a lover comes calling. When you gave me your love nectar a few minutes ago, that was my reward for pleasuring you."

"But the taste," I protested. Okie just patted my arm. "You'll be able to drink me some day."

As the weeks passed, Okie and I became more than room mates: We were lovers. We went down on each other everywhere in that apartment. Neither one of us is into anal intercourse, though, preferring instead to make good use of our tongues, fingers and mouths. But we also had to be cautious: since the dictator had assumed power in our nation, many activities had been banned: especially gay behavior. We had to keep our relationship a secret. We couldn't hold hands or act "gay" in any way outside our apartment. We had to act like the "guys" at work, laughing at the ethnic jokes and faggot jokes so that no one would suspect us as gay.

One day, Okie brought home a device he'd made at work. It had two four-inch tubes on it, two wire meshes, and a collar that would fit over the head of our penises. All of it was connected to a 9 volt battery. Okie inserted the tubes into our butt holes, hung our nut sacks into the mesh net, and capped our cocks off with the collars.

"This thing will stimulate us both sexually at the same time," he said proudly. "When it is stimulating your anus, it will stimulate my penis. When your penis is being massaged, my anus will get pleasure. It will also intermittenly caress, squeeze and roll our testicles in our nut sacks."

He hooked every thing up and we stood hugging each other face to face. He was right. When he activated that thing I was overcome with the pulsing, convulsing pleasure it gave me as it electronically shot impulses into our sensitive sex regions. We were both so overwhelmed with pleasures we lost our balance and fell onto our bed. "Next time we start out on the bed," he said wryly, after unhooking us and letting us collapse in post-orgasm joy.

Prior to meeting and loving Okie, I never gave any thought to what love really was. In the encounters I had with other men, it was "jerk me off and be gone with you." With Okie, it was different. It had to be love.

The nature of real love was brought home to me after Okie crashed his motorcycle into a car and was convalescing at home for a couple of weeks. He had badly sprained both wrists and his thumbs in the wreck. The doctor bandaged his hands up to his forearm and left him with instructions to keep the bandages dry. I started doing things for Okie that had nothing to do with sex whatsoever.

For example, when it was time for him to shower, I taped empty sandwich bags over the bandages and showered with him, soaping him up and rinsing him off. When he had to pee I undid his pants. When he had his sitting down time in the bathroom, I wiped his bottom. I had to feed him and comb his hair and do everything for him that a person needs fingers and hands for! While I was at work, Okie learned how to work the TV remote control with his toes. Other than that, he was totally helpless. During his recovery, he said to me, "A person only does all that for someone they love."

It was a powerful moment. "I love you," I told him.

"I love you too," he said quietly, then added, "If it was you that was laid up I would do the same for you." There was no doubt in my mind he meant it."

He got his chance several weeks later. A flu epidemic raged through the plant and the management shut the place down for a week to allow the sick to recover and prevent those who weren't sick from getting the flu. Okie and I looked forward to some unencumbered time together. Then I got the flu: BAD!

Between numerous episodes of diarrhea and frequent bouts of projectile vomiting, I became dehydrated within hours. My fever shot up over 103, and I was totally bedridden. Okie fed me aspirin and dabbed my head with cold, wet towels to lower the fever, and force fed me fluids to keep me from succumbing to fluid-loss shock. I was out for days. At one time he even helped me into the shower where he doused me with cool water to drop my fever. Because I couldn't get too far away from the bathroom, I just stayed nude the whole time so as not to waste time in an emergency getting my pants down before I "let fly" with flu-caused crud.

I awoke once to find Okie sitting in a chair at my bedside. He told me, "You know, your fever caused your testicles and scrotum to hang really loose. It was a turn on for me. I gently pulled down on your loose nut sack and it stretched almost to your knees! If you weren't so sick, I'd have gotten you off, you're so hot!"

"I'm hot alright," I said. "But the last thing I need is to shoot a load of love nectar and go into fluid-loss shock again." We both chuckled at that. I was on the mend.

He had one of my photo albums in his lap and said, "These are really good pictures. Did you take them?"

"Yeah, I have dreams of someday becoming a professional photographer." I had dabbled with photography for years.

"I think you should pursue it," Okie said. "These are really professional-grade pics!"

Encouraged by his compliments, I purused photography in earnest once I was back on my feet. I had that camera with me everyhwere!

Once when Okie was in the shower, I crept into the bathroom with my camera and sat on the commode waiting for him to get done. When the shower curtain opened and he stepped out, I snapped his picture. He grinned that big huge boyish grin I loved so much. I dried him off and then pulled his glistening body to me. I was at eye-level with his pubic patch, which I had begun calling "my brillo pad."

I took his lovely penis into my mouth and worked him to an erection. I caressed his damp legs and eventually slid my hand up to his cheeks and crack, where I discovered his secret anal slit and slipped my finger in. I caressed his warm dangling testicles with my other hand, and really wanted to drink in his love nectar this time. When his moment arrived, I could feel the powerful squeezing and pinching of his anus on my finger as I massaged his prostate. When I knew he was going to climax, I quickly took his penis out of my mouth and finished him off with my hand. His man love juice shot me in the face, chin and neck. It splashed onto his naked thighs. I was ashamed. "I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't worry," he said soothingly. "Some day you'll be able to."

We enlarged and framed and hung that naked picture of Okie in the livingroom. Everytime I saw it, I was struck with two things: I really WAS a good photographer, and Okie really WAS a beautiful man! At night after he showered, he wouldn't put on colongue or aftershave or deordorant. He just had that "clean male smell" to him that I loved. It was a musky smell but in a good way; not BO, just a desirable fragrance. I loved to nestle in his arms and bury my face in the hair in his underarms and just enjoy the pleasant aroma of clean male.

That picture, though, is the very thing that eventually got us in trouble: The landlord came over one day to borrow some DVDs. He saw the picture of Okie and stared at it for quite a few seconds. "Is that Okie?" he asked. I nodded. "Who took the picture?" he asked.

"I did," I said proudly. "I'm a budding photog!"

"I see," he said with a frown on his face. "Why would a man take a picture of another man naked unless..." he let that word hang in the air, and then abruptly walked out of our apartment without even taking the DVDs. When I told Okie about it, he just shrugged and said we'd have to be careful and watch our backsides from now on.

A day later we arrived home to find four uniformed men and a woman in a nurse's uniform in our living room. The men were from the C-Squad (C stood for castration, D stood for Death, and RE stood for re-education). Someone has turned us in for being gay. We believe it was the landlord.

When we entered the living room, the leader, an austere-looking uniformed jack-booted thug, stood, and faced us.

"What are you doing here?" Okie asked.

The leader said, "We've been informed that you two might be engaged in a homosexual relationship."

Okie and I knew who the informant was for a fact now.

"Get out," I ordered them.

The leader instead took a document out of a briefcase and read from it. "In accordance with the law banning gay and homosexual conduct, the benevolent dictator of our land hereby decrees that you cease and desist your conduct or prepare to face the consequences."

"Go on," Okie said, knowing what was coming next.

The leader continued, "His excellence, in his magnamity, hereby offers to pardon past indescretions if you defendants certify that you will not perpetuate your relationship. Should you decide to ignore His Excellency's gracious offer of pardon, you will be summarily castrated and your severed organs will be preserved in a container and left with you as a reminder of the error of your ways. What will it be gentlemen?"

There was a pause in the room. Okie spoke first. "We're lovers!"

The man grunted diapprovingly, then looked at me. "And you?"

I reached over and took Okie's hand. "I love him," I said.

Immediately Okie leaned toward me and whispered, "Recant now and save your manhood." I knew he was trying to protect me out of his love and devotion to me. I turned to him and said, "What use is my manhood without my lover?"

The leader of the C-Squad nodded to the nurse who asked us to follow her into our bathroom. She ordered us to strip. She then took shaving supplies and first shaved Okie's public hair completely off, and then mine. I was horrified at what was happening as the razor navigated around my genitals. When she was through with us, both Okie and I looked like we were ten years old again!

The nurse then ordered us to bend down and lean over the bath tub. Naked and fearful, we obeyed. She injected us both with some sort of sedative, "To make you more compliant," she said. She then lubricated each of our butt holes and informed us that we were to receive at least one enema prior to the castration procedure.

"Why are you doing this?" I pleaded, as my gut swelled with the infusion of the enema solution.

"The leader out there doesn't like men shitting on him when their balls are cut off," she said factually. "It doesn't happen all the time, but some guys turn loose at the precise moment they are castrated, and the leader is just taking precautions."

When it was my turn on the toilet to empty my rectum, I thundered and splashed and echoed as my bowels emptied out in a gush. She then administered another enema for each of us, "until it comes out clear," she said.

Once that was done, we were told to shower, and then to report to the leader in the livingroom. "Don't get dressed again," she said. Once finished with the shower, we dried each other off and walked into the living room. The leader began talking, "One more time, if you men will cease and desist from your errant lifestyle, you will be allowed to remain fully men, free to live in separate housing. If you should choose to decline His Excellency's generous offer, you will be allowed to have one last orgasm, thus confirming your decision, and then you will both be summarily castrated. Keep in mind, that if you choose to enjoy each other one last time, that your decision then becomes irreversible."

Okie took my hand and began to lead me into our bedroom. The men and the nurse followed. "Can't we be alone?" He asked. "No," the nurse said, "we have to visually verify in our paperwork that you have chosen the irreversible course of action. We have to certify that decision and the course of action becomes official. You still have a choice."

We kept going into the bedroom. We were going to show our love for one another even if it was in front of our tormentors. As the men and the nurse stood around the bed looking very bored, Okie laid me back and began his special expression of intimacy, first beginning with my eager anus, then moving to my testicles and penis with his mouth. I don't know if it was the nervousness, the sedative, or the pressure brought to bear by having these brutes in our room watching us, but I could not contain myself and shot a massive load of sperm into Okie's thirsty mouth in about two or three minutes. Here it was to be my last climax and it was overwith just like that! I hadn't cum so fast since I was 13 and had discovered my penis pleasure! I was crestfallen!

But I had to take care of Okie's needs! I tongue-loved his secret little anal slit, and pushed my tongue in farther than it had ever gone before! He moaned in ecstacy and pushed his butt toward me face. I loved him and loved him and loved him! Then I turned him over and took his lovely penis into my mouth, gently caressing his testicles and inner thighs. I decided that, bad memories or not, this time I was going to take Okie's love nectar right into my mouth and go all the way with him! He deserved this if it was going to be his last orgasm. Plus, I wanted to be reward with his love nectar for what I was doing for him, just as he had said to me. When he exploded his final climax, he heaved and convulsed so much I thought he might be passing out! I massaged his prostate, squeezed his scrotum and testicles, and pumped his penis with my mouth until I was sure his love fountain was dry. I even tried to suck his nuts right out of his sack to preempt them from being castrated. I just knew they would collapsed in on themselves and shot up through his penis into my mouth! When I tasted the first few spurts of sperm, I immeidately wanted more! It was sweet! It was tasteful. It was desirable. It was love nectar! I couldn't get enough! It seemed like Okie had given me a gallon or more of sperm!

We both collapsed on the bed for a few moments while the C-Squad made their preparations. We were then escorted into the living room where the MED was set up. "Who's first?" the leader said. When neither of us answered, he said, "Alright, who's the oldest?" Okie raised his hand and they led him to the MED where his head and hands were secured and the straps were placed on his legs.

The nurse banded Okie's scrotum with an elastrator, and as his dangling nut sack grew dark red, then blue, she would occasionally flick him and ask if he felt it. When she was convinced that feeling was gone in Okie's ball bag, she nodded to the C-Squad leader, who then knelt down and adjusted the device so that when a blade was spring-released, it would sever Okie's testicles with a single pass. I could hear the leader breathing heavily as he knelt by Okie's rear end, and it looked like he was sniffing around Okie's anus. He tugged on the dangling scrotum and clamped it in a specially-prepared slot that held them still as they were cut from the body. A metal pie tin was placed between Okie's knees to catch his balls as they fell from his body.

When everthing was in order, the nurse nodded again, and the C-Squad leader released the spring-loaded blade. A sharp metallic clank echoed through the room and I watched in horror as Okie's love fountain was cut from his body and plopped onto the pie tin with a wet, meaty slap. Okie groaned slighlty and I saw his body heave a few times. He was released from his bindings, and was helped to our bedroom where the nurse tended to his wounds.

Then it was my turn. I was led to the MED, and stapped in securely. My heart raced with fear. My head pounded. Rapid thoughts, memories, regrets swept through my mind. I was about to be castrated because of my love for another man! I was going to lose the very masculine glands that empowered my love for him! My testicles, which satisfied the thirst of my lover with my love nectar, would soon be cut from my body, and I would be sacrificing my manhood and ability to love all for my lover! There was going to be a horrid drought of love nectar from this moment on!

The nurse banded my balls with the elastrator. I felt my nut sack begin to go numb. I was numbing quicker than Okie did. It bothered me that the man would be sniffing around my butt hole like he had Okie's but I was powerless. Moments from now, I would be castrated. No longer would my man love juice flow from my fountain to satisfy the lusty thirst of my lover. No longer would these masculine balls pump manhood juice into my body. I would soon become a eunuch, and I had no idea what that would be like. I began to reflect on the fond memories I had since meeting Okie, and without warning, the blade was released and sliced through my dangling scrotum like lightning! I felt a burning stab at my crotch and heard my banded nut sack plop onto the pie tin right alongside Okie's castrated balls!

I was released and led into the bedroom and tended to by the nurse. Okie was already heavily sedated. I too was knocked out by some powerful drug, and only awoke what seemed like days later. Actually it was about 12 hours later. I looked around the dimly lit room and sat up. I felt my crotch: there was a medical guaze covering the area where my balls had been. The C-Squad was gone. They had left some first aid info for us on the dresser right beside a jar containing a clear liquid, with our naked testicles floating there!

I looked back toward the bed, my eyes taking in Okie's sleeping form. His crotch was also bandaged. His penis, lovely as ever, was laying across his thigh. His bottom was as attractive and delightful as it ever was; his sensual crack as lovely and desirable as it ever was. I knew also that his secret anal slit was also there as well. But the problem was, I couldn't seem to get interested in any of that. I don't know if it was the drugs, the castration, or the trauma we had been through that caused an overwhelming disinterest to sweep over me, but as I looked at Okie and took in his nakedness; strangely and sadly, I felt nothing for him at all!