Chapter Four

I heard the kitchen door swing open. Jamie approached and this time I observed his motion from the front. His cute faux testicles swung and glittered in the bright room light. No limited firelight to cloak any part of his altered anatomy on this visit. The living room lights were bright.

He carried a silver tray with a margarita. Presented in a crystal goblet, chilled to perfection and well salted. Though made to my liking, I let Jamie stand before me in his state of complete dishabille. I stared down at his penis... so small yet so rigid with the metal tube permanently inserted. It was locked upright as Liz demands and it occurred to me that any bathroom visits required the use of the key to the tiny padlock.

Yes, Jamie was not only altered, he was totally controlled. And I could not believe I was examining the hairless form of a twenty-year-old. He looked and acted like a boy of 13. An age which I suddenly realized was about when he was presented to Liz as a birthday gift.

I finally took the drink and nodded. And again Jamie wordlessly scampered off like a child in a playground. I turned back to the photos and sipped.

“He’ll be forever young,” the voice of my authoritative Middle Eastern friend exclaimed, stealing into my thoughts.

I turned again to view the magnificent woman whose boldness so occupied my mind for the past week.

“When they’re cut at the proper age, much physical development ceases. And I assured that the timing of Jamie’s alteration was optimized.”

Liz was dressed in leather...black leather. The finely tailored covering hugged every curve, perfectly outlining a body Little Sam had so much enjoyed momentarily frottaging against weeks before.

“Tell me about it, Liz. To change a life in celebration of one’s birthday...a present. Is it that insignificant, the male reproductive organs...that they should be modified at a whim...merely for the amusement of a teenaged girl?”

Liz held in her hand a glass of wine. She smiled...her confident smile. She stepped forward and clinked my glass.

“In short, the answer is yes. My amusement is important.” She laughed with her pithy reply and sipped.

“And I think you’ve somewhat benefited, Sam. You took Jamie quite deeply. Luckily he’s been very well trained.”

Liz laughed again, and I could not help joining her with a smile. And Little Sam remained pressing the front of my trousers. He truly has a mind of his own and I had trouble discerning whether it was the presence of the beautiful Liz or the lithe naked body of Jamie that stirred his interest.

“Tell me about the floggings, Liz. The pictures of the Palace Square seem to occupy a place of prominence amongs