Date: Sat, 8 May 2004 15:37:28 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Chains of Love, Part Two

			 CHAINS OF LOVE, PART TWO
			   by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     If he'd planned to leave me locked up and helpless, Eric had
miscalculated. Being chained to the bed is fine for short cuffs, but with
the length I had working for me, I was able to lift off the mattresses,
undo the headboard from the rest of the bed, and carry the entire thing
with me into the kitchen, where I had hidden the spare key to the
cuffs. Undoing the cuffs, I reassembled the bed and less than a half hour
from waking, was free and ready to track down my son. I had paused en route
to the kitchen to telephone the police, and I was sitting at the breakfast
table sipping my coffee when the phone rang.
     "Hey, Ted, it's Brad." my policeman friend said. "Already got your
boy, he was sitting at the bus station. Another half hour and he'd been on
a bus to New York or Chicago."
     "I see." I said.
     "Well, he didn't do anything to charge him with, other than breaking
curfew, so I'm bringing him back to you and informing the principal of the
school."
     "Thanks, Brad, I owe you one for this. More than one." I said.
     "Don't mention it." Brad said. "A father wants to straighten out his
kid, we're more than ready to help out. We'll be there in about fifteen
minutes."
     "I'll be here." I said.
     Eric was sullen as Brad led him inside. "Sorry about the cuffs, but he
tried to run in the parking lot." Brad said.
     "You can take them off now." I said. Brad did and I said, "Have a
seat, son."
     Brad cocked an eye at me and I motioned for him to leave. "I'll leave
you two alone then." he said.
     "So where's the manacles?" Eric said.
     "In the bedroom." I said.
     "How'd you get loose?"
     "That's my business." I said. "It's not important, now. What's
important right now is what you say to me next."
     "Fuck you, old man!" Eric sneered. "You tried to chain me up and then
turn me into Mom by telling me I was pretty and then fucking my ass. Well,
I'm too smart for that."
     "I guess you are." I said. "So, then I guess the only answer is for
you to go ahead and pack your stuff and get on that bus like you planned."
     A short pause. "Huh?"
     "I'll give you what money I have on me and can take from the bank, but
after that, you'll be on your own. You have a place you're heading, or were
you just running in general?"
     I looked at Eric straight on and he licked his lips. "You're giving
up?"
     "No, but if you're giving up, then I have no choice." I said. "You
have a choice to make, stay here with me and try this, or get on that
bus. Either put on the cuff and let's try this again, with you trying as
hard as I am, or get your stuff and go." I let that sink in and then I
added, "But I hope, I really hope, you'll decide to stay."
     "So you can fuck me some more?"
     "No." I said. "That only happened because...." I licked my own lips,
now, it's a family trait, when we are confused and puzzled, we lick our
lips. Eric picked up the habit from me, like I picked it up from my father
and uncles.
     "Why did you do it?" Eric pressed.
     "I'm not really sure." I admitted. "I guess maybe I did try to turn
you into your mother. Looking at you makes me see her, every time." His
eyes filled up with tears and I added, "You know, son, you're not the only
one who misses her. But I should have remembered that you needed her as
much as I did, I shouldn't have stayed away from you so much. I should have
remembered that you're my son and you needed me. We could have been there
for each other, instead of facing it all alone. And I wasn't there."
     "No, you weren't." he said and that put daggers into my heart.
     "Now, son, tell me why you did it?" He looked at me and I said, "I
kissed you and it was just a kiss for me until you kept on kissing. I admit
I lost it after that, but that kiss was not something I was forcing on
you. None of it was forced. So now you tell me why you did it?"
     He was silent and I said, "I'm guessing that both of us have the same
problem, we want to get close to each other again and we just don't know
how. Well, having sex is one way of getting closer. Now, I'm willing to let
this go wherever it goes as long as we connect to each other again, whether
that's in bed or just like now, with us sitting at the table and
talking. We can be lovers, or we can be father-and-son, or we can be
both. As long as we're together, a part of each other's lives, that suits
me just fine."
     I put my hand on his arm. "Those chains are real, but the chains of
love are just as real and just as binding. Either you got them or you
don't. You and I lost that chain and I'm trying to replace it with a real
chain until we fix things. Like I said, to be a part of your life, I have
to be with you a while. You've got the wrong friends, and the wrong life
and the wrong attitude and they all have to be fixed and damned fast. So
again, if you stay with me, it's got to the whole thing, including us
chained together until I am sure you got a firm step on the right
path. Then we'll try it without the metal cuffs to see if we stay
connected. Or, if this is too much for you, I can call a cousin of mine who
lives in Toledo, see if he's willing to put you up for a while until you
figure out what you want to do next. Your call. I'll sit right here until
you decide what to do. Would you like some breakfast?"
     "Uh-huh." He said. I scrambled him some eggs and warmed up the bacon I
had left over from my own breakfast. He ate it in silence and then said,
"Dad?"
     "Yeah, Son."
     "I want to stay." He said. "I still think this is all totally weird,
but you're right. I had no business helping Jim and Mike rob that old lady,
even if all I did was stand by and watch."
     I smiled. "Then go get the chains. You want to take a shower first?"
     "No." he said.
     "They're in my bedroom, lying on the bed."
     When Eric returned with those chains, one already fastened to his
right wrist, I felt a sense of pride so big I'd burst. Eric had had a
choice, a tough choice...and he'd chosen me.
     Chains and all.
     I snapped the other to my wrist and I said, "Well, son, time for you
and me to go to school."
     "School?" Eric whined. "But I've been up all night!"
     "Should have thought of that before you ran away." I pointed
out. "You've missed too much school, you can't miss any more. We'll feed
you caffeine all day long so you won't fall asleep."
     And Eric smiled at me and I took him in my arms and gave him a hug, he
looked up at me and I ruffled his hair and then kissed him, just a
kiss. Like any father should be able to give his son.
     We made it to school only about twenty minutes late, and the principal
gave Eric a tardy slip without comment. Like I said, it was like the entire
town was helping me keep Eric on that chain. I think, in some real,
fundamental way, they all understood exactly what was going on.
     Eric yawned but made it through the entire school day without hassling
the teachers or trying to say a word to guys, the wrong guys, who were
obviously part of his old gang.
     I saw an ad for a play they were putting on. An after-school activity,
with credit toward his grade in English class if he participated. "You saw
this?" I asked. I remembered Eric at nine years old, in a school play. He'd
had so much fun there.
     "Yeah." He said. "They're doing 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.'
Mrs. Trencher is really big on Shakespeare."
     "Tryouts are tomorrow after school." I observed.
     "Kind of hard to try out if I'm shackled to you." he said.
     "I'd let you off the shackles to try out." I urged. "And to
practice. Or maybe just to help with scenery, that can be fun, too."
     Eric looked at me and said, "Okay, let's do it."
     "Good boy." I said as he took the pencil, and I held the chain up for
him so he could sign his name. He did, large and proud. I was proud, too. A
few more days like this and we'd try dumping the cuffs entirely.
     Eric's warm body next to mine in the pickup on the ride home felt so
damned good. He was cuddling up next to me the way...others had. I felt my
dick getting hard. No, I told it firmly, this is too damned important.
     Eric yawned as we pulled into my driveway and said, "Man, I'm beat!"
     "It's not yet four o'clock. We can take a nap if you want to."
     "Are you sleepy?" Eric asked.
     "No." I shrugged. "I slept just fine last night. Better than I had in
years."
     We ended up on the couch, watching television. After a few minutes,
Eric yawned again and then shifted to lie down on the couch, his head
pillowed on my lap, and he slept like that. I used my free hand to gently
stroke his head. His mother had done that when he was very little, to help
him go to sleep, or to stay asleep. It didn't wake him.
     When Eric sleeps, he looks just like an angel.
     After maybe a half-hour, he stirred and turned first onto his back,
and after a few minutes, again so that he was facing me. I worried that he
might begin to have a nightmare again, that sweet face would crumple up
into a frown, a scowl, a torment, ruining its beauty, and I began to stroke
his head again, soothing him. His mother used to hum softly to him when she
stroked him like that, I hummed as well as I could, in the old melody she
used to hum, I forget its name but it's slow, sweet and gentle-sounding.
     He shifted his head forward and now his crown was resting against my
crotch, and I began to throw another hard-on. I held still as he moved his
head slowly, rubbing it against my groin, my cock forcing itself outwards
through my jeans, a hard lump that his head rubbed, rubbed, rubbed.
     My breath began to speed up, I kept it silent as long as I could, but
then with a burst I panted, a brief spurt, then swallowed and breathed hard
again.
     And Eric shifted upwards and he began to gnaw at my crotch. His teeth
were softened by the denim, And I groaned, God, it felt so good, my little
boy, so sweet, so like an angel, my little angel. I loved him so much, so
damned much, he was my life, my love, God, "Uhhhh!" I panted, that sound
slipping from my lips unbidden.
     Eric's breath was beginning to sound louder too, eager even. I'd said
we could take this any direction he wanted, I had been hoping, I guess,
that he would choose to let this be part of it. As I'd said, we wanted to
be closer to each other, sex is closer, sex can be a wonderful expression
of love if you let it.
     I moaned and shifted, stretched out on the couch so Eric could gnaw my
basket easier, he was chewing at it hard now, really working my prong
through the cloth, I was groaning and gasping, my hands caught Eric's head
and ground it into my crotch...and then I let go.
     "Sorry, Son." I panted. "Got a little carried away."
     "I can tell." He said. "Let me take it out for you."
     I was helpless beneath his hands, his sweet hands, my little boy's
hands, I let him unzip me, let him reach inside me, felt the cool air
breathe against my briefs, the warmth of his fingers as they pulled at the
waistband, freeing my dong, freeing it from the cloth, pulling the briefs
down and letting my cock free, the head sprang out from the elastic and my
cock reached around, stretching and filling, the head rising up slowly to
reach its full length and turgidity.
     And my son's face was right there at it, watching it expand before
him, waiting for it to be ready and then his face reached, his lips wrapped
around the side of my shaft, warm, warm, moist, soft, tender, "Oh, God!" I
groaned out. "My boy, my baby boy!"
     "Yeah, Daddy." Eric panted. "God, your dick's so big and fat."
     "It's where you came from, baby." I panted. "Suck it for Daddy,
baby. Suck it for me."
     My hand reached down and cupped his basket, felt his hard little
rod. "Mmm, baby, that's a nice, hard dick you have there. Can Daddy suck it
for you while you suck his, baby? Would you like that?"
     "Mm-hmm." Eric said as his mouth closed on my cockhead. I nearly
fainted, it felt so damned good, that tender, sweet young mouth on my
cock. Eric's mouth was so warm, so soft, so gentle, it bathed me in warm
juices that clung and caressed my tender cockflesh, bringing it alive.
     I leaned over and squeezed between Eric and the back of the couch, his
jeans, in a size 2/3 of mine, those smaller, lovely jeans, I unzipped them
and slid them down his youthful thighs as he lifted his body for me, there
was no underwear below them, I was hit by the warm new-musk smell of a
young boy's crotch, it lacks the pungency of an older man's, the body
hasn't yet been saturated with male raunch and there's a freshness, a sweet
vigor, to that aroma. It reminded me again of holding him in my arms as a
child, the loving arms around me, the sheer unadulterated happiness of what
I'd once had. "God, Son, I love you so much." I groaned as his tender lips
swarm over my prick, bringing my body back into joy, bringing back
happiness, bringing back life once more.
     "I love you, too, Dad." Eric said as he let go of my prong
briefly. "Oooh!" I had sucked him down, and I mean I took that wonderful
little dick of his and I took it completely into my mouth. It was getting
to be a nice mouthful, I wondered if Eric would get to be my size when he
was older. God, to suck him as an adult would be like sucking myself, body
of my body, flesh of my flesh, I was going to love doing that so much...if
he let me.
     The realization that this could all be temporary made him more
desirable than ever, I could never count on any session not being our
last. It drove me to a talent I hadn't known I had in me, the drive to make
this be great, to make this be complete, to make this be the memory that
could last me the rest of my life, it turned me into a sucking machine on
my son's dong, and Eric moaned and went back to my cock and that was all
the joys of paradise at once when he did, my boy, my little boy and I,
joined together again, one family, one happiness, one soul!
     The need of this, the sheer joy of loving my son, my boy, sent my
emotions up the wall and my sex drive followed it, I was groaning in sheer,
raw rut, my cock was a hard thick pole being nursed by my baby, my mouth
was sucking his cock like a man dying of thirst sucks on a canteen spout,
Eric was loving me, Eric was loving loving me, his unfeigned and nakedly
open need concentrated in his stiff dick like a tiny pole covered in satin,
it was sending my body into the ocean of climax, a wide, open expanse that
swallowed me up and covered me completely, I could no more resist my need
to ejaculate than I could have fended off a tidal wave, all I could do was
rise it helplessly, knowing how quickly this was ending, knowing it was as
ludicrous as a teenager's first orgasm can be, the body driven beyond
capacity to contain and control, I was tumbling into the surf of my ecstasy
and it assailed me, bashed me against the rocks of my joy, and with a roar
stifled around my son's cock, which I drove down my throat and caught his
balls, his tender, taut balls, into my mouth, I got all that inside of me
and I roared and I came!
     Eric gagged and choked on my come, and I realized that some time in
the last couple of moments, I had locked his head to my crotch with my
upper leg, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't pull away, he couldn't do
anything but take my jizz as I blasted it into his mouth and I told my body
to let him go, and it refused, held him tight while I creamed him full of
my squid and left exhausted and emptied when it was done, sagged and
hovered on the edge of consciousness.
     There is a wonderful lassitude that overtakes you when you have a
strong climax, your body is for that moment totally relaxed, lethargic and
torpid, you move as if in slow-motion, your body responds sluggishly, and
that was how I released my son, pulling my cock from his throat and mouth,
feeling my heavy load of jizz bubbling around it as he choked and coughed
still, and in that languor of thought that accompanies the torpor of the
body, I realized that I had been too rough yet again.
     Contritely I sucked on his cock, still stiff and hard and firm, trying
to layer the heaviness with gentle caresses, cover and coat it and submerge
it like that, my hands stroked down his body, pushing up his t-shirt and
feeling the ribs under his skin like lines of hardness wrapped in warm
smoothness.
     Eric coughed a bit more as my cock hovered on the edge of his lips,
then he surprised me, he gave a hard swallow and then his mouth went back
and caught my prick again, now he suckled it dry and clean and I realized
that he had done more than forgive my momentary roughness, he had relished
it for what it was, the strength of his father driven to the extreme by
pleasure from his body, the compliment of raw desire visited upon him, he
had taken his father's cock and he had used it to wrench such pleasure from
me.
     All I could do in return was to suck on him gratefully, feeling
honored and complete, for the gift he had given me, a sharing of our
desires with him subordinated to me.
     "Oh, God, Dad!" Eric said when he was done cleaning my cock. "You
really blasted it hard, didn't you?"
     "Yeah, Son!" I groaned as I left his cock still in my mouth as I
answered. "You really made your Daddy feel good."
     "You make me feel good, Daddy." Eric said. "Last night when you were
fucking me, it felt so good. It's why I was sitting in the bus station. I'd
bought a ticket, but I let the bus leave without me."
     "Yeah?" I said and then I realized he was right, our little town is on
a major bus route, the bus goes through some four or five times a day, and
one of those is at four a.m. Eric hadn't run away. He'd gotten away from
me, but no more than that.
     "I'm glad you like being fucked by me, baby." I said. "Your tight
little butt is so wonderful, I'd love to fuck it every night if I could."
     "What's it feel like, fucking someone?" Eric asked me. "Is it like
being sucked on? I've sucked Jimmy a few times, and he sucked me once when
we were alone, but I've never been fucked until you, Daddy."
     I saw what he was hinting at. "Would you like to find out? I'll let
you fuck your old Daddy if you want to."
     His cock had shrunk a little while he was talking, and now it surged
back again and I slurped on it, getting it wet and slippery.
     Done with that, I stood up and Eric sat up on the couch, looking at me
like I was the most wonderful man in the world, as I slid my pants off my
legs and then my briefs, leaving my lower body. "How do you want me, baby?"
I said. "On my back so you can look in my face, or on my hands and knees?"
     "Uh, which one is easier?" Eric asked tentatively.
     I smiled and climbed up on the couch, swiveled my ass around to
him. "Like this." I said on my hands and knees. "Leaves you in full
control, baby. Come on, stick it in me."
     His response was instead to dive between my buttocks and begin to lick
at my ass. My hairy crack was suddenly alive with delight, my boy's sweet
tender tongue was diving into them, licking the sweat from them, leaving a
swath of cool air and moist flesh that was warmed and tingled with every
long lick from my son's marvelous tongue.
     "Oh, God, baby, oh, God!" I said. If he was a virgin, where had he
learned this? Probably from porn videos, same as his old man except mine
had been 8mm films. I would have been buck-ignorant if it hadn't been for
those films, and I hadn't spoken to Eric about sex at all except a "where
babies come from" thing when he was seven. Nothing about how to lick a
man's ass crack and drive him wild!
     That tongue probed into my asshole and I groaned, "Oh, God, baby!"
     He shifted, and I heard him say, with my face pressed down into a sofa
cushion. "Just getting you warmed up, old man. Get ready to be fucked and
fucked proper."
     "I'm betting on you, Son." I said. "Drive it in me, baby, nice and
firm. Best way to bust open a man's butt is to drive it in hard."
     I felt his cockhead at my butthole and then... "Gah!" I gasped
out. Eric had taken me at my word, his dick was the horny one of youth, no
problems about keeping it stiff, it was a poker that drove into my
body. "Uh, guh, guh!" I groaned out.
     "Oh, yeah, Daddy!" Eric moaned. "Ooh, that got it in you. Now what?"
     "Ooh, let me hold still and get used to it." I gasped. "I wasn't
expecting...I mean, you got it all in me like you should have but...oh,
God!" My boy's little dick felt thick and huge in me. My own ignorance, I'd
seem a few videos where a man gets fucked, they don't show you having him
stretched out and lubricated beforehand. I had a hot, burning stick in my
butt it felt like!
     But I wasn't going to complain. That could damage my little boy,
better for me to feel a little pain than to make him think he can't fuck
someone without hurting them. I was going to bite back the pain all the way
until he blasted his jism into me.
     Eric waited for a little while then said, "How are you now?"
     "Mmh!" I groaned. It still hurt but.... "Go ahead but nice and slow at
first."
     Eric pulled out his cock and then sent it back into me slowly. I felt
my bowels gurgle...and suddenly everything was all right.
     Eric felt it, too, a relaxation in my bowels. It wasn't clenching him
tightly now, it was merely holding onto him. Without any word from me, he
began to speed up his thrusts. Slowly, little by little, but he did, and in
about a minute, he was fucking me full-throttle. God, the energy he had in
him. Vital, young, full of life and vigor, he poured it all into his
fucking of my ass, my son was fucking his father's butt and he was doing it
lustily, heavily...he was fucking me like I'd fucked him!
     God, that turned me on, because I knew this force was borne not of
anger but of sheer, raw need, my butt was driving my boy mad with lust, and
he was at the mercy of his desires and he was fucking me, fucking me hard!
"Oh, yeah, baby, fucking Daddy's butt!" I groaned. "Fuck me harder, baby,
harder!"
     "Oh, yeah, Daddy!" Eric moaned. I felt his cock, driven by the warmth
of my bowels, driven by the lavish sucking I had given it, boiling within
from the turgid, heavy flood of his newly-matured balls, felt his cock
getting hotter and hotter. "Daddy, oh, Daddy, I'm going to come!"
     "Shoot it in me, baby!" I urged him. "Shoot it in me, Son! Fill me
full of your hot young jizz! Come on, baby, shoot it hard!"
     "Oh, oh, UH, GUH, GAHHH!" Eric groaned and I felt his seed, hot and
energetic, a hot spraying boiling liquid inside of me. God, it felt good,
splashing my prostate gland with surges and sputters, it was like being
stroked gently inside me, I felt a rising pleasure in his jism pumping into
me, and when he was done, the pleasure subsided down into satisfaction and
contentment. I turned over and took my boy in my arms.
     "Oh, yeah, Son, you're good at fucking my butt." I said to him. "You
sure you haven't done it before?"
     He giggled, a little-boy sound. "No, but I sure want to do it again!"
     "We can do it every night." I promised him. "I'll fuck you and you
fuck me, as much as you want to."
     "You sure about that?" Eric said, cocking an insolent brow at me. He
was proud of himself, proud of what he'd done, that was all it was. "I
mean, I can do it a lot more than you can at your age."
     "You want to make a bet on that?" I said, cocking my eyebrow back at
him. "Your old man might just surprise you on that."
     "How about tonight?"
     "How about tomorrow night?" I said. "That way, it's not a school
night. And you're going to need some sleep after last night. I need you
awake in school and paying attention."
     "Okay, Daddy."
     I slapped his butt with my hand, it made a popping sound but didn't
hurt Eric any. "Now, let's get some dinner. I'm hungry."
     "Me, too." Eric said.
     As I pulled on my pants again, I looked at Eric. This battle wasn't
over, not by a long shot. There'd be the day when I had to let Eric off
these cuffs, which now held him close by me. I could only start him on the
right road, he'd have to stay on it himself. But I'd not make the same
mistake twice with my son, if he needed me from now on, he'd have me, and
first.
     We'd gotten off to a good start. And unlike the chains on our wrist,
the chains of love can last forever.

				  THE END
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