Luke refuses his offer

With his shrinking sex no longer being an influencing factor, a sense of calm took over the young Jedi Knight. His eyes watched Vader carefully and then looked down into the abyss below - sure, he could join this insidious being and sacrifice all of which he had fought and suffered or he could go out in his way and let the **** control his destiny. The tears began to dry on his cheeks, the last drips of semen solidifying on his manhood.

"Come with me; it is the only way."

"Not quite," Luke thought to himself, as he allowed his fingers to slip off of the instrument, falling down into the ravenous cavern. The youth was completely silent as spun around and around, the wind guiding him as he twirled in the air. He tried to look up and see Vader's reaction but he soon became a black speck. His body was suddenly inching toward an opening about halfway down the abyss, a gust of wind gripping onto his legs and shoving him into a nearby chute. Now, instead of twisting and turning with the aimless wind, he was bumping and crashing into the walls of a short channel, further bruising and hurting the youth until his momentum finally came to a stop. Luke took a second to catch his breath - heaving heavily as he started to feel safe; he attempted to stand up.

Which proved to be a mistake.

The floor beneath him opened up and send the poor youth flying downward into another chute, this time much more aggressively at a slope. In just a matter of a few seconds, the rebel found himself flying out of the chute and down into the cloudy atmosphere of Bespin. Luke saw a weathervane hanging from the bottom of Cloud City and used his momentum to swing toward it - he groaned as he went groin-first into the metal pipe, smashing his exposed balls into the hard surface. It was hard enough of a blow that he lost all train of thought and found himself hanging downward from the instrument, with only his thighs wrapped around the weathervane as his torso flailed in the wind.

"Ben," Luke cried out pitifully as he looked at the oblivion below him. "Ben, please."

Skywalker tried hoisting himself up higher but it proved futile. "Ben," he begged one last time but even he knew that it was of little use. He remembered the words that his old Master had given to him, how he couldn't help. Think, Luke, think. After a short moment of recollection, the wounded rebel thought of the next best thing. "Leia," he called out, closing his eyes as his naked thighs squeezed around the metal. "Hear me, Leia."

The youth thought all was lost as he waited several minutes and no one seemed to be coming. Sweat was building up around the inside of his thighs and he knew it wouldn't be much longer until his muscles would give in. He attempted to shove himself upward one more time - which proved slightly successful but mattered little considering he only had one hand and couldn't climb. However, out of the clouds emerged a miraculous sight: the Millennium Falcon. The top hatch opened and a mysterious man stood there waiting for him, his arms outstretched. Tears building up as he realized that he'd been saved, Luke let go of the weathervane.

He landed in the arms of a new face, one arm slung over Luke's waist and the other cupping his exposed genitals out of a showing of modesty. Luke was so happy to be saved that he couldn't help but feel himself extend into this gentleman's hand, his head brushing against his course skin. "Thank you," he tried to **** out, but his vocal chords were completely shattered and broken, his voice coarse and wounded from his pain and sobbing.

They went down into the safety of the Falcon.