“Father, please!” Luke Skywalker begged as lightning shot through every opening of his body, causing his muscles to clench and spasm violently against the ground. He screamed over and over as his father, Darth Vader, stood by and watched. The Emperor was furious and he wanted to make his wrath known. Vader looked to his son, and then to his master, unsure of whom to help.

“Help me! Help!!!”

Through the cry of his dying flesh and blood, Darth Vader looked to his master and decided what needed to be done. He twisted behind the Emperor and attempted to wrangle him above his shoulders – but before he could even reach the Sith Lord, a red blade shot out of the air and rested swiftly into Palpatine’s right hand, lightning collecting around the saber. Vader was defenseless; he was unable to stop the weapon from slicing into his left forearm, severing the mechanical prosthesis from what remained of his arm. The apprentice bellowed in defeat as the lightning pierced through the opening of his armor, frying the inner circuitry and freezing movement of his suit. He collapsed as his suit failed, lying directly next to his son.

“I’m disappointed, Lord Vader.”

The barrage of lightning against Luke ended as he turned to address his former pupil. Skywalker moaned in pain as he rocked on the floor, his muscles still taut from the onslaught. “Father,” whispered the young Jedi futilely. He clawed over to his father with his mechanical hand, the one part of his body that continued to work against the current of pain.

“Father,” Palpatine mocked the boy, a second worth of lightning shooting out from his fingertips and into the youth. The boy screamed as the force of the lightning caused him to turn completely over, falling with his back onto Vader’s breastplate. “This is the legacy you are left with, Vader. A body unwilling to function without my support and a boy so feeble that even the weakest of the Jedi could defeat in an instant. How proud you must be.”

Luke wheezed as he struggled to regain his breath, wrapping his right arm around the shoulder of the fallen Sith Lord. “You can’t beat him,” he spat at the Emperor, his hips buckling atop his father as his legs began to recollect their strength. “My father, Anakin Skywalker, is twice the man you have ever been. Twice the Jedi. Twice the Sith.”

“Oh – what a man he is!”

Vague growls hissed through the respirator of the Dark Lord, though muffled and offline.

“What a man, indeed,” the Emperor grinned as his lips slowly widened, rotting decay flying out of his throat as he gathered a titanic cackle. “Surely you must have realized by now why Vader wanted you so badly – why even I, the greatest Sith Lord the Galaxy has seen, cared enough to try and turn a pathetic specimen like you. It wasn’t love for him – it was a chance for revenge, a chance to continue a line he could no longer carry. You see, boy, the Force carries strong in the seed of a Skywalker.”

“Or so we both theorized. It was an exciting prospect, I must admit, turning your father and potentially being handed his newborn child from birth. Creating an army of Force sensitive children that would bow to my decrees, ones that would run these pathetic systems and create an order unlike any seen before,” Palpatine roared before turning his back to the man, his face scrunching up in disgust. “All that was ruined.. by Kenobi. The fire consumed your father, roasting him alive, taking with it the necessary parts for the army I was promised.”

Luke looked to his father with horror, his eyes wide with pity and shock. The hand wrapped around the armored shoulder tightened it’s grasp, taking his attention back towards the Emperor. “You’re a monster,” whimpered the young Jedi as he clung to his father.

There was a long silence between the three men before Palpatine raised his left hand, two fingers extended. “Guards,” he commanded. Out of the wings surrounding the elevator, two men garbed in red stomped their way to the huddle heaps of men. “Lift the boy.”

“Strip him.”

The Jedi looked to his father in confusion as his black tunic was shredded in front of their very eyes, his skin-tight pants ripped apart at the seam. He stands there almost entirely naked, a small pair of white briefs protecting his modesty. Luke looks at the Sith Lord with anger and rage. Palpatine laughs at his response. The guards position the Jedi in front of him - mere inches away from his grotesque and shriveled skin. They hold him back as he squirms in their arms, his hips thrusting back and forth.

Palpatine ran his hand against the outline of Luke’s dick, causing the young man to recoil sickly. “This could have been used for greatness,” the man whispered to himself as he squeezed the clothed dick, fear causing Skywalker to grow slowly erect. He let go of the sex as his frosted fingers slid down Luke’s skin, sliding downwards to his navel, shuffling down the delicate white underwear that protected his purity, fingers delicately following the trail of hair below. Though completely hard, Luke’s manhood barely jutted out in the air further than four and a half inches, his foreskin clinging tight to the head.

“I must admit, I was going to kill you,” whispered the man as he massaged the foreskin, delicately fingering it down. “But I also wasn’t expecting my apprentice to truly give in to his pathetic former self. He’s no longer of any use to me and his suit is quickly failing. You, however, have a great deal left to offer.”

“I’ll never join you!” Luke shouted, his eyes enraged and his body squeezing in resistance next to the might of the Emperor’s guards.

“Not willingly,” hissed Palpatine. The Jedi recoiled in disgust as the Emperor continued to slide his skin back and forth, fondling the youth. “This is what Vader wanted the most, the prize of the Skywalker line; a never-ending dynasty in his name.”

“Master,” begged a muffled voice behind Luke. “Please.”

The rebel fought the touch of the Emperor with all of his might, struggling to push back and free himself from the restraints of the guards. “Please,” Luke begged one last time, as he groaned in horrified ecstasy. The boy was trembling as he felt the tiniest bead of precum dribble out of his sex. “Not my penis.” The youth was still a virgin – he’d never be able to experience that.

“Oh,” the Sith Lord snickered as he stared into the pathetic eyes of the youth. “This is certainly a surprise, I never expected your son to still be a virgin, Lord Vader. Almost a Jedi, yet never rising above the skill of Apprentice. Almost a man, yet never given the chance.”

Luke felt the muscles in his feet begin to relax, allowing the Jedi Knight to begin kicking frantically in front of himself but not quick enough to stop the guards from restraining him. Palpatine tugged at Luke’s sex and extended it out as far as it could stretch. One tug; two. Luke moaned as his balls began to tighten, his hips bucking back as his cock prepared to erupt. Before the semen even escaped his dick, the hum of a lightsaber blade filled the room as a slash of scarlet energy extended from Palpatine’s free hand, activating upward and immediately severing Luke’s penis from the base.

The Jedi screamed in horror as the guards let go of him, allowing him to collapse to the ground. That roar of the lightsaber blade shook his skull violently, the remnants of a scarlet haze and a bright flash stabbing into his eyes, his own piercing scream leaving his throat raw and in pain. The pain, the pain, it was unlike any pain he had witnessed before. He squinted against violent smoke flowing out from his groin, as the smell of his own seared flesh made him want to vomit. Luke looked down to where his dick once stood and was horrified to be met with a stump of less than an inch. He pressed down against his stump with both hands, kicking his legs in agony, as jets of ejaculate shot out, mixed with the dried ashes of blood and skin.

“My penis!” Luke cried as tears flew from his eyes, his hips rocking back uncontrollably as his body shot out the last remnants of his seed. The vague outline of his still-erect member lay a mere few inches ahead of him on the floor. Luke reached out to his severed sex with his left hand, his right firmly grasped over his still ejaculating half-inch remainder of his manhood. “Please,” he cried out in an anguished sob. “Give me back my penis.”

Palpatine stopped down and gathered the remains, the severed end of Luke Skywalker’s cock immediately cauterized, thus keeping it in a permanent state of erection. Precum was still visible on the head as a tiny trace of smoke blew out of the slit. He threw the sex to Darth Vader, silent in anger and defeated, the last piece of his hope and life slipping away as his son’s manhood spilled just below his belt. “Goodbye, Lord Vader. This one is quite smaller than your previous one but it will serve you better than it will this one.”

“Father,” the Jedi wept as he continued to press against his stump. “I’ve failed you.”

“You are beaten, young Skywalker, broken. Your father is lost and I have rendered you less than a man. You won’t ever again experience the pleasures of man, never to experience the potential of an unborn child. There is no escape from me – no escape from the Dark Side of the Force. Your chance of escape from this pain was ruined by your father, my old apprentice. Now, you live with this pain, allow it consume your soul. You, my boy, are completely and totally mine.”