Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2009 22:43:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Eddie <ryooki_chan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jeremiah Serves pt. 2

Warning: This story contains sexual content involving a minor in a gay
incestuous relationship.

Jeremiah Serves: Part 2 by Eddie

A boy of fourteen, pale as milk with soft brown hair, was on his way home
with a bounce in his step. His name was Jeremiah. He and his best friend,
an Indian boy named Fahd, had just played the "master and slave" game for
the second time. They'd been fooling around for a few months now but only
recently had Jeremiah discovered the thrill of being bound.

When he was being honest with himself he thought he might be in love with
Fahd but he didn't like to think that way because he was afraid that Fahd
didn't feel the same. He contented himself with servicing his friend and
master.

He slipped into his family's simple farmhouse and called out to see if
anyone was home. It was unlikely. His mother would still be at the
insurance office where she worked as a secretary. His older brother had
moved out of the house to go to university and his father would still be in
the fields. When no one answered he went into his father's study.

He didn't bother turning on the light because he knew exactly where the
cigarettes were. His father kept a stack of cartons on the shelves directly
across from the door. He picked a pack out of the top carton and then shook
the others forward so it still looked full.

He was pretty sure his dad wouldn't notice. He'd done this once before, a
couple of weeks ago, and his father hadn't said anything about it. He
didn't really want to steal anymore cigarettes, he had hated them, but Fahd
liked them and asked him to get some more. He was standing there, chewing
his lip, and contemplating putting the cigarettes back when a voice spoke
out of the dark. He was so shocked that he screamed and dropped the pack.

"I saw you." It was Atticus- his father.

"Th-they're just cigarettes! I'm sorry! I wanted to try them..."

"I. Saw. You. With. Fahd." each word was a doomsday bell.

"Wh-what?" Jeremiah had begun to shake. "What are you talking about?"

"DON'T YOU DARE." His father's voice boomed off of the walls.

Jeremiah could barely see his father's silhouette behind the desk. "We were
just playing..." his voice was small and the words tasted sour in his
mouth.

"Jeremiah, I saw you with his dick in your mouth. I think you know better
than to insult my intelligence." His voice was cold, and in a way, worse
than the yelling.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry for insulting your intelligence."

"Is that all."

"Yes." The fear had passed, and true to adolescence, it was being replaced
with rage.

"You aren't sorry for having his filthy cock in your mouth?"

"No." Jeremiah's voice was hard with anger and he was trying desperately to
keep himself under control.

"Oh, now that just won't do..." Atticus Archer stood and walked around his
desk. "Come here, Jeremiah."

"No."

"Jeremiah Lucas Archer! Come here. Now." He took a step forward.

"FUCK YOU!" Jeremiah tried to turn and run but his father was bigger and
faster.

"Oh, no you don't." He caught his son easily. He held him just as easily
even though Jeremiah was fighting to be free. He hadn't worked a farm all
his life for nothing. "Stay still or it'll only get worse." Jeremiah went
slack in his arms. "Good. Now, I think I need to teach you a lesson."

He walked, his son under his arm, into his bedroom. He dropped his son
unceremoniously to the floor and locked the door behind them. "Take off
your pants."

"WHAT?!" Jeremiah looked up at his father with a look of complete shock.

"If you're going to blow up at me like a little kid- I'm going to treat you
like one. I'm going to spank you. Take. Off. Your. Pants." Atticus sat down
on the edge of his bed and gave his son a stony glare.

Jeremiah stood, glaring at his dad even as his face was turning red with
shame, and took of his pants.

"Your underwear too."

He slipped his briefs to the floor in silence and stood his ground.

"Come here, Jeremiah."

"No." It sounded petulant and Jeremiah scowled at the sound of his own
voice.

"You will come here this instant or I will beat you with my belt instead of
just my hand."

Jeremiah walked forward and allowed himself to be placed over his father's
lap. His torso was being supported by his father's strong thighs.

"Clasp your hands behind your neck. I don't want you trying to block my
hand. You are to take this like a man, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good," and with no warning what-so-ever he brought his open palm down on
his son. There was a loud smack and Jeremiah cried out before he could stop
himself. "None of that." There was a quick series of loud smacks.

Jeremiah managed to not cry out but he noted with alarm that he was getting
hard. His father spanked him until both sides of his ass were red and
stinging. His cock was hard as a rock. He was immensely thankful that his
cock wasn't bumping into his father's leg- but he had no idea what he would
do when he had to stand. He was terrified that his father would beat him
for real then, not even with a belt, but with his fists.

When Atticus laid his hand gently down on his son's ass it felt hot against
his palm. He let it rest there and took a deep breath. His cock was hard
and throbbing in his jeans. He'd gotten hard watching his son suck that
boy's cock and it had made him furious. Furious at himself and at
Jeremiah. Now as his 14 year old son wriggled beneath his touch he decided
that if his son wanted to be a dirty cock-sucker then he would get just
what he wanted.

"Has that Indian kid fucked you?" His voice was low and thick.

"Wh-what?" Jeremiah tried to get up. Atticus brought his hand down swift
and hard and Jeremiah yelped.

"Keep your hands behind your neck!" Jeremiah quickly got back in
place. "Now, has that boy fucked you?" Atticus slowly stroked the quivering
surface of his son's ass.

"No..." Jeremiah shivered and couldn't suppress a moan.

Atticus smiled. "Address me as 'sir', boy."

"No, Sir." Jeremiah found himself pressing up into his father's touch. The
large calloused hand massaged his buttocks and then slipped down between
his legs. He let out a sharp gasp as his cock was wrapped in an iron grip.

"You're just a slut aren't you? You're even hard up for your daddy..."

"Y-yes, sir..." Jeremiah's breathing was ragged and he was struggling to
keep his hands clasped behind his head. When his hands fell he was pushed
off of his dad's knees and onto the floor.

"For a little slave boy you don't always follow orders very well, do you?"

"No, sir. I try, sir." He looked at the lines of the hardwood and tried to
tell himself he should fight this.

"It's alright. I'll help you keep those hands where I want them." Atticus
took off his belt and smiled. "Put your hands behind your back."

Jeremiah got to his knees and complied in silence. He kept his eyes down
as, for the second time that day, his arms were bound behind his back. He
didn't even look up when his father stepped back in front of him and began
stroking himself through his jeans.

Atticus unzipped his jeans and reached in through the fly to release his
cock. He spit on his palm and stroked it nice and slow. "Do you want me to
blind fold you so you can pretend I'm your little Indian friend?" His voice
was mocking.

"No, sir." Jeremiah shivered. His father's husky voice was sending chills
down his spine and straight to his cock. It was bobbing in the still air
and dripping pre-cum onto the floor.

"You're lucky we have wood floors, boy. I should make you lick up your
mess... but first you can take care of me." Atticus stepped forward so that
his cock was up against his son's cheek. "Look at me."

Jeremiah looked up at his father turned master and took what was offered
into his mouth. It was wider than Fahd's- but not much longer. The
difference was in the taste and in the scent... His new master's cock had a
light salty taste to it and a musky scent that was delicious and manly. He
licked and sucked around the head and the underside of the shaft before
taking it down his throat.

Atticus moaned and wrapped his fingers in the soft curls of his son's
hair. He started to piston his hips, fucking his slave's mouth, "Oh, god,
yes. That's it, Jeremiah..." It felt amazing. "That Indian boy is a lucky
bastard if he gets a mouth this good on a regular basis." He'd been hard
for a long time and he was close. He stepped back from his son and dropped
to his knees. "I want you to cum with me, boy."

Jeremiah nodded and watched as his father began to stroke them
both. Atticus had himself in one hand and Jeremiah in the other. His hands
were rough and his strokes fast- it felt incredible. Jeremiah was breathing
heavy, and taken completely by surprise, when his father kissed him. He
opened his mouth to be plundered and moaned into the kiss.

It was then, his father's five o'clock shadow scratching his face, that
Jeremiah spilled his seed. His muscles contracted and he felt his legs try
to give out as he coated his father's hand and worsened the mess on the
floor. They were still kissing, both moaning into each other, when he felt
his father's seed strike him. It was warm against his thighs.

Atticus leaned back and let out a deep, satisfied, sigh. He reached around
his son to undo the belt that bound him. "Lick up the mess."

Jeremiah dropped to his hands and greedily licked up their mixed semen. He
moaned as he did it. When he got back to his knees he smiled shyly and
blushed. He was ashamed to admit how much he had enjoyed it.

"Come here, Jeremiah." and then his father kissed him.

The End