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Luke was alone. Two nights had passed since the death of his father, Darth Vader, and his capture at the hands of the Emperor. His world had been consumed by a pitch-black nothingness, an entity that seemed to devour physical matter and prey on emotional cracks. Light had been extinguished by an ever-consuming darkness. His body was still in shock. He felt next to nothing as he grabbed his stump, clamping down every few seconds, hoping to feel anything: throbbing pain, blistering agony, sensual desire. He just wanted to feel again. But all he could feel were the irregular heartbeats of a broken body, the numbing malaise as his eyelids drooped.

Though there was no light, he felt ashamed of his own modesty as he crouched there in the black, naked. The fragile condition of his body next to the freezing chill of the cell floor kept him constantly awake, though barely conscious. He allowed his eyes to close after another squeeze, desperately trying to evoke some sense or feeling down there. In his mind, it was all still there. The empty air above where his left hand squeezed, he still felt the sense of a penis firm and erect. The potential of euphoria felt like a titanic volcano of heat and pleasure, one he had convinced himself that he could erupt.

"Han," Luke whimpered in desperation, his eyebrows twisting up in sorrow as his left hand pressed up and down against the remainder of his manhood, occasionally slipping upward and grabbing for the air above. His soul cried out to the hells and heavens, needing, begging, as his hips bucked. There was some solace in looking back at the times he had shared with his friend; the dashing smile that he fed his way whenever he teased, the tight clothing that showed off his chiseled physique, the way he called him ‘kid’ despite all the accomplishments he’d achieved on his own. “Han, please,” cried Luke as he tugged once more at his aching sex, then twice, before crying out as a shockwave of pain shot throughout his nerves. Dead tissue from the stub broke off onto his hand, exposing the damaged muscle underneath.

The faint glimpses of his body burning never seemed to end. It was instant and went away immediately as it sliced down, but his body shook, his nerves revolted in agony. The physical trauma deadened his mind and left him shivering in the cold. Though he had lost his hand but a year prior, that pain could never compare to the physical and psychological pain he currently endured. Both angry and desperate, Luke clenched his hand over the gaping wound and stared straight up into the alcove above in contempt. Two and a half meters away, he could see his severed penis floating in midair, suspended in a small container of bacta as it slowly spun around and around.

Unlike him, his amputated cock was still hard; mocking him and his pain.

“You want it,” whispered a voice from behind, lurking deep within the shadows. Luke turned to face the mysterious voice, absentmindedly covering what remained of his manhood out of habit as he shivered in the cold. The man that had mutilated him – Palpatine – stood before him, garbed entirely in black. This was the first he had seen him since those nights had passed. Though his presence shadowed, golden illuminated eyes peered out from the depths. “That sense of being complete again, of being a man; the ability to release the seed you once ever so lazily spilled.”

The weakened Jedi hung his head low at the comment, the dull throbbing of his absent cock ever so present, his eyes filled with stinging tears as his breaths intensified, though his voice remained still.

“You should be thankful, boy.”

“I’ll never forgive you,” Luke spat at the man, shuffling himself into the darkness to protect what was left of his dignity as he fled the man garbed in black. He knew his resistance was futile at this point – but he still had to try. For himself, for Leia, for Obi-Wan and Yoda, for his father. “You killed my father. You exterminated dozens of species, destroyed several planets. You may have mutilated my flesh, but you will never break my spirit. I’ll never thank you.”

Luke looked to see the man raise his right hand, pointing a fingertip at him. “Please, come out,” the Emperor grinned as he extended his arm, pulling Luke from the wall with his great might and locking him in place midair. The young Skywalker struggled as his arms and legs froze, surrounded by a painless electrical current that held him still. As he continued to struggle, the electrical bonds tightened against his limbs.

“I suppose you must have been wondering why I decided to let you keep these,” Palpatine stated as he approached the young man, his right hand cupping Luke’s balls as the left played with the scraps of hair that dotted alongside his skin. “It was one or the other, truly, though I do think I made the right decision. You did say that you had never been with someone.. so surely that meant that there were no children. This wouldn’t do – not for me and certainly not for you. It was necessary to obtain someone of your prowess, the expertly crafted genetics of Anakin Skywalker.”

“That penis of yours was purely symbolic, however; I suppose there really wasn’t a reason to rid you of it other than what a great statement it made against your father. Lord Vader, more than anything, desired a powerful legacy,” Palpatine continued to speak as his hand tightened harder against Luke’s balls. “Now, not only will you never experience the pleasure of your own manhood, but you will never be able to steal this Empire away from it’s rightful ruler.”

“You’re sick,” whispered Luke.

Palpatine roared in laughter as he gave Luke’s balls one final tug before letting them go. “Answer me, Skywalker. You’ve been alone all these years; a great commander to a ragtag team of rebels. Surely there was someone that managed to pique your interest. A young woman, mayhaps?”

Luke turned his head away as best he could from the man, fury and rage burning through his head.

“No,” Emperor Palpatine chided as he ran his fingers down Luke’s navel. “You open yourself up so easily. I see the forbidden desires within you; the smoldering erotica that holds you back from release. No, it isn’t women that catch your eye. It’s men,” he hissed with a devious smile on his face. “Lord Vader would have been so disappointed in his son.”

“You killed him, you monster! You don’t have any right to speak his name!”

“Let’s not get too hasty, my young apprentice,” Palpatine bellowed as he raised his left hand and pointed it at Luke. The youth struggled in the air as he felt a current of energy swirl itself around the half-inch stub, a tendril of force sifting in and out of the hole. He moaned unconsciously as he felt another source wrap tightly around his aching balls.

“You can feel it… can’t you?”

Luke bit down on his lip, refusing to give his captor the pleasure of his speech, but the rhythm of his hips betrayed his feelings. The stump was swelling with every second the Emperor continued raising his hand, warm blood engorging and desperately pulsing for the flesh that no longer existed. It was almost as if it were making up for what was lost – indeed, Luke acknowledged as his eyes rolled back in forbidden bliss, his unmilked balls tightening as they swelled up.

“It is still possible, you know,” the Emperor whispered as he raised his other hand. Luke cried out as he felt a current of energy force it’s way into his ass, causing the young Jedi to moan unexpectedly. The warm sensations doubled as he felt the Force work inside his being, probing and striking in a way that left him heaving and groaning. "Indeed, a virgin you must be to have never experienced such bliss.”

“Stop,” moaned Luke, his legs lifted into the air as he continued to buckle against the throbbing energy inside him. His mind was torn – how he wanted to come again, free himself of his most erotic desires, wanton to the needs of pleasurable basics – but he did not want the Emperor to be the one to relieve him; the man that had severed his penis couldn’t be the one to return his sexual needs.

“Please.” The Jedi opened his eyes and saw the blurred image of Palpatine smiling as he said that, the golden hues of his eyes burning with fiendish delight.

“Very well,” Emperor Palpatine cackled as he raised both of his hands dramatically, the energy behind Luke doubling in force and striking the inside of his ass again and again. Skywalker writhed in place as his body continued to betray his thoughts, throbbing up and down in anticipation. “You will spill your seed for me, young Skywalker. You will.”

“I-,” Luke moaned, closing his eyes and concentrating against the mixture of pleasure and pain, desperately trying to shield himself from the Emperor’s pleasurable onslaught. “I-I can’t, please,” whimpered the youth as he grounded his teeth together, biting down intensely onto his tongue. As hard as he fought and tried, the physical intensity on a deprived body was just to much to overcome.

“No!” groaned the Jedi as the gaping hole in his stump widened, semen shooting out of the remaining flesh with passionate intensity, flying into the air and spraying the walls and floor with his seed. Five seconds later, his body shot out his second load, springing forth and falling directly onto his belly. Luke shivered in humiliation and ecstasy as his body collapsed to the floor, his freed hands desperately covering his sex from the Sith Lord. He sunk low and bowed his head, tears dribbling down his cheeks, as he hobbled himself away from his captor.

“In time, I can teach you ways to relieve yourself,” the Emperor croaked as he smiled at his quivering prize. “As I said, there is still great use for you within this Empire should you choose to join me. There is still a place at my side – your father’s death has left quite the gaping hole. I would be delighted if you were to join us.”

With an unexpected fire of energy after hearing the mention of his father, Luke threw his head up and spat at the direction of the Sith Lord. Palpatine laughed one final time before turning away from the Jedi, walking out of the door and sealing the chamber shut. Squeezing himself gently in the comfort of his own privacy, Luke wept as he secretly thought of how enjoyable that whole ordeal was.