Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2009 16:25:19 -0400
From: authorbc2@aol.com
Subject: Run Away Boy / Authoritarian / Chapter 4

			       Run Away Boi
				    By
				 D. Clark
				    And
				 K. McLean

			       Chapter Four

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     Previously in chapter three:

     "No please..." he moans out, but his voice is barely audible.

     Charley's face was up against Corey's ear; and Corey could hear
his breathing as it became faster, and smells the scent of his rancid
breath... stale booze, as he slowly moves his hips up and down against
the teen's ass, giving himself great pleasure as his cock was
delightfully dancing inside Corey's ass.  With his last ounce of energy,
Corey thrusts up to get Charley off him, instead, it was all the man
needed, and he howls as his sperm surges through his cock.

     "Oooooo fuck kid.... aaaaaaah fuck I'm cumming," and Charley
explodes his hot cum deep into Corey's sore ass.

     He pounds his ass now as he continues to fill it with all he has to
give.  Two, three, four and five more blasts and he now dribbles the last
of his cum, as the bedroom door flies open...
     Now chapter four:

     To find a very pissed off Jake standing there... with his fist
slapping his hand...


     Jake is standing there, staring coldly at Charley; his piercing eyes
were looking right through him. It was as if time had stood still,
everything was quiet as Jake just stared with a look of such terrifying
anger on his face.

     "Oh fuck... hey dude this isn't what it looks like, whoa I'm
sorry... I...I just thought," says Charlie desperately, as he looks at
Jake, who stood over him casting an intimidating presence.

     Jake just snaps and launches for the thug, who had just raped his
boy. Charley was a tough guy and could fight, but he was no match for
the battle hardened Marine. Jake proceeds to violently, punch Charley's
face, busting his nose causing blood to gush out everywhere. Charley is
now on the floor panting, his face covered with blood and his body
badly hurt, he picks him up and throws him around like a rag doll. He
groans in agony as Jake kicks him in his abdomen, with his steel toe
capped boots.

     Corey lies watching helplessly as his captor beats the young thief,
into an unrecognizable mess. He starts sobbing into the pillow; he was
confused and frightened, as he turns his head and tries to detach himself
from the brutal tirade unfolding before him.

     Jake is now sweating profusely; sweat was dripping from his
forehead and sliding down his face. He has lost all sense of control, and
is being powered with sheer testosterone, as he brutally kicks and
punches Charlie who is now barely conscious. Jake stops beating the
young hood and kneels down to examine his exposed ass, as Charley
had not had time to put his clothes on before Jake launched his attack.
Jake unzips his own jeans, and took out his fully erect cock. He bends
down and in one violent thrust; it lodges into Charley's tight hole.
Charley lets out a faint cry as Jake fucked him without mercy.

     Corey just lays on the bed silently praying, feeling physically
sick with fear and revulsion to what he was witnessing. Jake was close
to ejaculating, and he starts to groan loudly. One final push was all that
he needs, as he squirts several ropes of thick cum into Charley's ass. He
pulls out of Charley's ass, who just lays on the floor, completely
bewildered as to what has just happened to him.

     Jake stands up, as he pulls up the zipper, on his stone washed
Levis. He just looks at the groveling hood, before giving one final kick
to Charley's face. The final and most powerful kick sent several of
Charley's teeth flying, like mini projectiles across the room. Charley
just fell back; his once chiseled good looks are hardly distinguishable
on what now remains of his face.  Jake looks down at an unconscious
Charley, with a momentary look of remorse on his face, Jake drops to
his knees and lifts an unconscious Charley's head as if to support it.

     Corey looks on, hoping Jake's violent mood has finally passed,
but what happens next, causes him to vomit out of disgust and fear, as
Jake grabs Charley's head and twists it to an unnatural angle causing it
to snap like a twig. The bone pierces through the skin and blood slowly
trickles onto the floor. Jake pushes the hood's body to the ground and
gets to his feet. He looks over at a cowering Corey, who is still cuffed
to the bed and frowns, as he looks at the vomit on the bed. Corey was
beyond tears now, as he waits petrified, of what awaits him.

     Jake walks over to Corey, who now lowers his head hoping his
own death, will be quick and what Jake does, shocks him. Jake leans
down and kisses his forehead and whispers, that he will be right back.
Jake leaves the room and returns with a rag, soaked in a pungent
chemical solution.

     "I'm sorry baby," Jake whispers, as he places the rag over
Corey's mouth and nose, causing him to pass out.

     Jake stands there looking down at his captive, with a tear in his
eye.  He takes a key from his pocket and unlocks the cuffs. He lifts the
unconscious teenager and carries him to his own room placing Corey
down on his bed he tucks him in snuggly. Once done, he calmly leaves
the room and locks the door, and goes to work on cleaning up the mess
he has made.

     Jake wraps Charley's body in an old sheet before wrapping it
again in plastic. He uses duct tape to secure the package neatly, before
carrying it and placing it in the back of his jeep. He returns to the
house, where he puts new bedding on the bed and disposes of the
bedding, which Corey had vomited on.  He then vacuums the room
thoroughly, being sure to get all of Charley's teeth that he had knocked
out.  He now cleans the blood out of the carpet, using an industrial
strength carpet cleaner, and the room is as good as new.

     Jake showers and changes into outdoor clothes, before he goes to
dispose of Charley's body. He drives for almost forty-five minutes,
before he stops at the edge of a cliff. He steps out and examines the
rugged terrain, and he knows from his training that very few people
ever venture out to these parts. Therefore, he goes to the trunk, takes
out the body, and casually drags it to the edge, before pushing it over.
He watches as it hits the ground below, and reassuring him that the
animals will feed on it when spring comes.

     Confident with himself that Charley's body shall never be found,
he drives back to his ranch, and the boy he loves.  As he approaches his
ranch, he sees a car on the side of the road, with its hood up.  Normally
he would ignore it, but because the hood is up, he decides to stop,
thinking it to be Charley's.  He steps out of the car, and after rifling
through the car, he determines it to be Charley's.  The keys are still in
the ignition, so he tries it, and the car reluctantly starts.  He drives it to
his ranch, and hides it in his barn, before walking back for his jeep.
Back inside the house, he strips of his clothes and walks naked to his
bedroom.  He listens at the door for signs that his boy is awake, and
after feeling sure, he's still asleep, he unlocks the door and finds Corey
climbing out the window.  Furious with the boy, Jake grabs him by the
arm, and pulls him back into the room.

     "Let me go you fucking psycho," Corey screams at Jake, and
Jake finally looses all patience with the teen.

     "I've taken all the disrespect that I am going to take from you
boy," and he grabs a thick leather strap on his bureau, and begins to
whip the boy.

      Using his full strength, he lashes Corey severely, showing the
boy no mercy as he strikes his back and legs with the strap.  Corey is
cowering in a fetal position, with his hands and arms covering his face.

     "Stop you fucking animal, I'll never be your boy," he screams
out in pain as the tears fall from his eyes.  "Kill me and put an end to
my suffering," he begs, as Jake continues to strike him.

     Great gashes form in his soft flesh, as an out of control Jake
lashes him.  After twenty or more lashes, he grabs the boy, and pins
him against the wall.  Now with his fists hungry for flesh, he pounds
his naked body to a pulp.  Corey is unconscious, when the lasts of the
blows strike his face, and he slides to the floor in a heap.

     Feeling little or no remorse, Jake throws the boy over his
shoulder, as if he were of no weight.  Flipping on the basement light, he
descends the stairs to the basement, and tosses the limp boy on a pile of
old clothes.  He fishes a key from several that are sitting on a nearby
bench, and when he finds the one that he wants, he unlocks a door. The
room is total darkness, soundproof and void of any furnishings, except
an old carpet on the floor.  In the corner is a sink, and Jake turns the
handle to test for water.  When rusty colored water comes out, he turns
it off and goes for Corey.  Grabbing the boy around the waist, Jake
literally tosses him on the floor of this room, standing momentarily
staring at the boy.

     "Why do you keep fighting me kid," Jakes says almost
sorrowfully.  "Well we will see who wins this one," he says as he
closes the thick steel door, locking Corey inside. Jake climbs the stairs,
locks the entrance to the basement and then fixes himself a nice steak,
as Corey lies alone in a cold, damp room.

     Corey begins to regain consciousness, as his eyes open, he feels a
sudden rush of pain to his head.  He feels his badly swollen face with
his hands and his ass and back are stinging from the beating he received
only hours before. He slowly sits up as he slowly attempts to gather his
bearings.  He cannot see a thing; for the room is literally pitch black,
devoid of any external light source.  Corey wonders to himself...

     "Have I died and this is hell or even purgatory," he says aloud,
because the room feels almost otherworldly.

     It was almost as if, he had crossed over to another realm...
something beyond the one he had known before, and he struggles to
keep his sanity.  His head is killing him and he just lies on the floor
crying, wishing he were dead if he wasn't already.

     Corey shakily stands and put his hands out in front of him, as he
feels the wall and it was cold to the touch and feels like metal.  He
slowly works his way around the small room, until he detected a door
handle.  He pathetically attempts to open the door, but it was no use it
was locked. He proceeds once again feeling his way around, when he
suddenly came across something and he realizes it is a sink.  He
scrambles trying to feel for the faucet and once he does, he turns it.
The faucet pours out cold water; he bends down, drinking quickly,
before realizing it was fowl.  Corey wretches over and spits out what he
can, and then falls to the floor in tears.

     Meanwhile, up stairs Jake was relaxing watching the news, he
was wearing his loose fitting Adidas sweat pants and a comfortable tee
shirt along with a pair of comfortable sports socks. He is spread out
across the sofa with a beer in his hand; he had just eaten a lovely dinner
and was very content.  Content, because his plan to break Corey would
succeed, he was thinking.  Jake was so calm for a man, who had just
brutally killed somebody.  However, he is detached from reality, and is
living in his own substitute one. He truly thinks he is doing the right
thing with Corey, because he and only he knew that his real parents
never cared about him.  He wants to be a father to him, and he cares for
Corey, in his own twisted way.  He knew that he has to break the boy,
making Corey psychologically dependent on him, and that leaving him
in solitary confinement was the perfect method to do so.

     "A week in hell's darkness will break you kid, as it tried to break
me," he says aloud as he remembers being held prisoner in Iraq.

     Corey meanwhile, is now facing a new dilemma he needs to piss.
He tries his best to hold it in, but eventually, he gives in and pisses
himself, and he sobs as he loses all self-respect.

     "This time last month, I was a popular football champion, with
the world at my feet, I was rich and had hopes of becoming a great
sportsman," he says mournfully to himself.  "Now I am cowering in a
damp room, covered in my own piss," he says as his once great life was
now only a faint memory, and he cries as he drifts off into a restless
sleep.

     He awakes after a terrible sleep, on the rough floor and he was
cold and hungry. He was only wearing a tee shirt and sweatpants and
the putrid smell of piss, filled his lungs as he coughed. The dampness
was causing a great deal of irritation to his lungs and he got up and
started screaming...

     "LET ME OUT OF HERE," but it was no use, he was in a
soundproof room, as he feels his way over to the sink, and drinks some
of the repulsive water.

     Two days later, Jake is returning home from his morning jog. He
showers and changes before he enjoys a hearty breakfast of eggs,
sausage and bacon. After he had eaten, he considers making something
for Corey, who he knew would be hungry after two days of no food.
However, he decides to let him suffer, as he puts his feet up to watch
the news.  He is surprised to see live coverage of Corey's memorial
service on television, never mind on CNN. The President even sent his
condolences to the parents and Jake just laughs to himself, as he
watches Corey's mother and father crying their eyes out, as they
portrayed overcome parents filled with guilt, that they had caused their
child's suicide.


     Four days have now passed and Corey is in pain from hunger.
His stomach rumbles as his body feeds off itself, and he just groans in
agony as he lies, waiting to die. He has pissed himself three times now
and had given up on feeling disgusted. He sleeps for a majority of the
time and spends the other half sobbing. Corey is a mere shell of his
former self and he begins to blame himself for his current situation.
Thoughts of 'what ifs' circle his mind as he now regrets ever running
away and for not going to the celebration party. He also blames himself
for annoying Jake; he feels that if only he was better behaved then his
life could be so much easier.  Corey feels sorry for Jake, but that is not
all he feels for him, part of him enjoys the sex they had and he loves the
earth shattering orgasms Jake caused him to have. He even feels sorry
for the man, because he appears to have nobody.  Corey burst into
tears, not for himself, but for Jake. Corey thinks to himself that all Jake
wants is for somebody to love him again, and possibly someone for
him to love. This makes Corey sad, because he thinks that he is a bad
person for causing Jake trouble, and it is at this moment he realizes he
needs Jake, as Corey crouches into a ball and cries himself to sleep.

     It had been six days since Jake placed Corey in solitary
confinement and in those one hundred and forty four hours, he has
successfully broken this former teen stud into nothing more than a
weak dependent child who needs the love of a father. Corey is lying
asleep on the floor, thinking of what lies ahead for him, when he hears
the door unlock.  He sits up and waits for the door to open, shielding
his eyes from the light, which he knew would encroach his dark word.
As the door opens, Corey squinted his eyes from the light, and he cries
when he hears him approaching him.

     Jake stands looking down and the pathetic heap that lay before
him. He feels sympathy for the boy as he walks over to him, the smell
of stale piss repugnant to him. Jake crouches down and looks straight
into Corey's battered eyes. He has a caring but firm look on his face.

     "Had enough kid, you ready to submit?" He asks firmly yet with
a touch of kindness in his manly voice.

     Corey just gazed up at him, now a shadow of him former self, not
the strong dependable boy he once was; he was weak and dependent.
Corey burst into tears as he pleads with Jake...

     "Please... I'll be good I wont fight you anymore... please I'll
submit just don't leave me here or hit me again," he grovels looking
into Jakes eyes.

     Jake just smiled to himself, he was happy that he had beaten this
kid, and yet he felt terrible for having to torture him the way he had.
Jake picks Corey up and carries the sobbing teen out of the basement,
as he brings him to the bathroom. He strips Corey of his soiled
garments and places him in the bathtub. He uses the shower hose to get
the worst of the grime off, before lovingly soaping him up and rinsing
it off.  During the shower, Corey drifts off to sleep, so Jake carries the
dripping teen to his bedroom.  He dries him off before placing a
soothing ointment onto the wounds on Corey's face and body.  He also
puts some band-aids on some of the deepest cuts on his face. With
Corey now dried and patched up Jake dresses Corey in some clean
clothes before tucking him into bed.  He looks at his sleeping boy lying
there, and he leans down to kiss the sleeping teen on the forehead,
before he closes the light and leaves.

     Jake prepares a wonderful dinner of steak and French fries with a
side plate of salad for Corey. Once he is finished cooking he carries the
food into the room. Corey was still asleep on the king-size bed buried
under the thick protective duvet. Jake smiles and places the tray on the
bedside table.

     "Corey it's time to wake up" he whispers as he sits down on a
chair next to the bed.  Corey stirs slightly as he slowly came to.  He let
out a small monotonous groan and looks over at his captor. He
automatically backs up slightly; a look of terror fills his face as Jake
just smiles to reassure him.

     "Don't worry little guy, I'm not gonna hurt you, in fact I'm here
to feed you, because you must be staving," says Jake softly as he stands
up and arranges the pillows to support Corey's neck and back. Corey
lies back as Jake proceeds to feed him. The smell of the food was
fantastic, never mind the taste. Jake feeds Corey slowly, and he devours
each bite, which is placed in his mouth. Jake starts to talk to Corey
about what was going to happen.

     "Okay Corey, this is what is gonna happen from now on, are you
listening?" Jake asks as he feeds Corey some salad and Corey nods his
head compliantly.

     "Firstly, I would like to apologize for my 'erratic' behavior," he
says beginning.
     "This was caused because I neglected to take my medications,
but I'd like to assure you that I am now taking it again and I will not
relapse," he says as he pierced the steak with the fork and places it in
Corey's mouth.
     "Secondly, we established earlier that I can't ever let you leave
here, but don't worry because if you obey and respect me then I will
look after you," he says looking at Corey who nods.

     "Good boy, I hope that I can look after you and treat you like my
son, I know your folks never really had time for you but I will. I'm here
for you kid, all you need to do is let go and accept this is your life from
now on," and Corey just looks up and nods his head in agreement.

     "Please sir may I say something?" asks Corey as he gazes into
Jake's beautiful eyes and Jake just smiles and replies.

     "Sure you can son, you don't need to ask permission, but I would
prefer if you call me dad or daddy, as I abhor too much formality."

     "I accept that I can't leave, but I hope you understand I'm not
your son?" Corey says who was expecting another beating.

     "I know my son is dead Corey, but I want to look after you,
because you need to be loved and cared for. When I read your note that
night I realized that you have never really experienced a father's love,"
replies Jake, as he looks at Corey who has tears in his eyes.
     "All you need is, to be looked after and cared for Corey, and I
know that you will comply. It's gonna be hard for both of us but I know
you need me," Jake adds as he places the empty plates on the tray.

     Corey burst into tears and agrees, as Jake smiles knowing he has
won.  He hugs his beaten boy and whispers reassuring words, as Corey
rests his head against Jake's chest. Corey calms down as he breathes in
Jakes manly scent; he inhales as his cock grows.

     "Wow it looks as if somebody is horny," Jake laughs when he
notices Corey's erect penis tenting in his grey Nike sweat pants. Corey
gazes up at Jake who is looking back at him warmly.

     "Why am I turned on by this?" asks Corey as he leaks some pre-
cum.

     "You are gay son, and please remember to call me dad," he
reminds him.

     "I'm not gay dude... sorry dad," replies Corey as he realizes his
mistake and rests his head back on Jake's chest.

     "You must be bisexual like me then son. Stop denying it; you do
enjoy it when I fuck you its obvious by your orgasms. Just let yourself
go kid and enjoy it," says Jake, as he brushes his fingers through
Corey's soft hair.

     "Okay dad may I jack off?" asks Corey looking up at Jake who
just grins back at him.

     "No kid you can't jack off, I'm gonna give my little guy a
blowjob," Jake replies, as he moves down to Corey's crotch, and pulls
down his sweatpants. Corey moans with pleasure, as Jake took his fully
erect cock in his mouth. He sucks his cock like a pro and works the
head with his tongue. Corey whimpers in sheer pleasure, as this hot
marine lovingly gives him the best blowjob he has ever experienced.

     "Oh fuck... uh uh uh oh fuck... I'm close daddy... oh God, uh
yeah oh fuck!" Corey pants as he shoots several loads of thick white
cock milk down Jakes throat.

     "That was intense," he groans as he falls back against the
mattress.

     Jake just grins, because he now has the kid loving every second
of being blown, and his own ten-inch cock now stands fully erect in his
pants.

     "Do you like calling me daddy?" Jake asks looking at Corey
lovingly and Corey just smiles and replies.

     "It's a little strange but I guess I'll get used to it, so what now...
dad?"

     "I wanna fuck you son," Jake says without hesitation.

     "Ok dad but please be gentle with me" Corey replied as he turns
over and presents his ass to Jake.

     "I will son don't worry, I want this to be special for us both,"
Jake says, as he takes some lubricant from the top drawer of the
bedside cabinet. He lubes Corey's pink hole and slowly works it with
two of his fingers, causing Corey to moan gently.

     Jake lubes his cock and slowly slips it into Corey's teen pucker.
Corey just groans with utter pleasure, as the tip of Jakes cock taps his
prostate, and both Corey and Jake are in ecstasy. Jake proceeds to fuck
Corey, who just surrendered his hole to his new father.  Jake was
seriously horny, and begins to shout obscenities at the top of his lungs,
which makes them both hornier. Things like:

     "Yeah you're daddy's little boy pussy; you want this meat shoved
in your tight little ass."

     And this:

     "Oh fuck I own your ass son, its mine, I'm gonna mark you with
my hot seed kid."

     Jake was close, so he grunts in Corey's ear, that he was gonna
shoot up his ass. Corey just groans in pleasure as Jake begins to loose
control.

     "Oh baby... oh shit... oh yeah I'm coming boy... oh yeah uh uh
uh fuck yeah." Jake cries out in pleasure, as he dumps his massive load
up Corey's ass, and Corey sighs as he feels his new father's seed shoot
inside his boy pussy.

     Both Jake and Corey lay in a haze of sexual pleasure, recovering
from one of the most erotic experiences in both their lives. Corey now
realizes that this is where he belongs... with this man who showed him
that he needs cock. Jake was satisfied with himself, that he had finally
broken Corey.  Corey is now a submissive kid that is desperate to
please his daddy. Jake loves Corey, not only as his new son, but also as
a lover in his own right.

     Corey no longer fears Jake, but feels an odd mixture of love and
desire, to make his new father happy. He knew that he was leaving
behind a great life of privilege, but when he was with Jake he felt
complete, he was loved and he had somebody to love.  Jake sits up and
turns to Corey, who is looking at him smiling. Jake strokes his badly
beaten face and begins to sob, as Corey pulls himself up and puts his
arm around Jake.

     "I'm so sorry son for causing you all that pain and suffering; I
was not in my right mind at the time.  But I'm taking my medication
again and I swear never to frighten you like that again."

     "Its okay dad, I know what you did was wrong, but I guess I
needed to learn that you are in charge," Corey replies as he kisses Jake
on his left cheek and smiles.

     "I think we should have a shower together Dad," suggests Corey
as he gets off the bed and heads towards the bathroom, then pauses, as
he extends his hand towards Jake.

     "Yeah I'd like that son" Jake smiles as he follows his boy into the
bathroom. Jake and Corey take a long hot shower to wash the day off
them. They hug and kiss passionately, as the hot water trickles down
their bodies, and they are consumed with passion...

     After their shower, Jake and Corey settle down to watch
television in the living room. Both clad only in bathrobes, as they
watch evening news and the fire laps gently as it warms them in its
glow.  Corey is so happy and content, and he falls asleep, in Jakes
strong protective arms. Corey now snoozes happily, as his daddy gazes
down at his son, and Jake presses the mute button, to ensure his boy
sleeps undisturbed.

     "I always win kid," he whispers as he kisses Corey's forehead
and gently stroking his hair. However this new found happiness is at
risk of fading away, when Jake looks up at the television screen, and
his mouth literally drops with shock as he reads the breaking news
banner at the bottom...it reads...

     BREAKING NEWS: Tragedy strikes the McLean banking family
yet again.

     Jake is shocked, so he quickly presses the subtitle button on the
remote control. He is bewildered by what he was reading. Jake learns
that James and Barbara Mclean, Corey's parents, are missing and
presumed dead, after their private plane crashed while en route to
Guam in the South Pacific. It was revealed that they were going to visit
family, to mourn in private for their son. The flight disappeared from
radar screens eleven hours into the flight, and weather conditions were
reported to be terrible in the area at the time.

     Jake turns off the television in shock; he did not know if he
should wake Corey and tell him, or if he should keep it from him
altogether.  He feared if he told him, then he would lose all power over
the teen.  Jake opts not to tell him, and is determined to never, let him
find out, because it could jeopardize everything he has done to take
control. Jake suddenly realizes that he is holding in his arms, the sole
heir to a multi million-dollar fortune. However, money did not interest
Jake, he knew it corrupted people and he is determined to never, let his
boy become one of them.

     Jake carries Corey to their bedroom, and lovingly places him on
his bed; he pulls the duvet over his boy, and tucks him in, kissing him
goodnight. Jake returns to the living room and pulls out his laptop, and
once online, he does a little research on the prestigious McLean family.
He discovers that the family originally made its fortune in the slave
trade, and that one of Corey's ancestors was romantically linked with
Jefferson Davis, the first and only President of the Confederate States
of America. Once the Civil war was lost, the family reinvented itself,
making a fortune in the gold rushes of the west, and bought shares in
oil companies. Corey's great grandmother married the brother of
William Howard Taft. Jake was amazed at how rich this kid's family
history was. Corey's parents made their own millions from banking and
investments.

     He had found somebody to love and someone who is dependent
on him, and he could never allow Corey to leave him.   Jake logs off his
laptop, climbs into bed next to his boy, and hugs him tightly as he drifts
off to sleep.

     Jake awakes the next morning, to the sound of rain tapping
against his window.  There is a storm outside and he is shocked to find
Corey was not next to him. He shoots out of bed like a bullet, grabbing
his robe from the hook on the door, and runs out of his room looking
for his boy.  He mind is racing as he looks for the boy, he is hoping
Corey had not heard the news or worse yet escaped.

     He is relieved to find Corey in the kitchen making breakfast; he is
dressed in Levi jeans, one of Jakes wife beater shirts, and is just dishing
up the food, when he notices Jake standing there.

     "Oh hey dad, I was just gonna bring you breakfast," he says
looking at a startled Jake.  "Are you okay Dad?" he asks, now worried
that he had done something wrong to piss off Jake.

     "Have you watched the television Corey?" Jake asks coldly,
praying Corey would say no.

     "I turned it on dad, but I couldn't get any reception, it must be the
storm outside that is interfering with it," Corey replies innocently as he
looks at his keeper.

     "That's okay son, I just don't want you watching too much
television, it's not good for a kid like you," Jake tells him as he sighs a
breath of relief and smiles at his boy.
     "You didn't have to make breakfast son, it's my job to look after
you, not the other way around" Jake says looking at the delightful
looking spread Corey has put on of pancakes, bacon and hash browns,
and he had even made coffee.

     "I wanted to make you happy dad; you've shown me that I
belong here as your boy, and I wanted to thank you for that," replies
Corey as he passes a cup of coffee to Jake.

     "Oh son, come and give your dad a hug," Jake says as he holds
out his arms, and the troubled teen meets him in a warm embrace.

     The loves Jake is feeling for this boy goes beyond words, and he
knows he could never bring himself to tell Corey about what happened
to his parents.  Once they had devoured their breakfast, they sat on the
sofa and just kissed passionately. Jake gives Corey his morning
blowjob, sending the teen into a realm of sheer bliss, as he works his
cock to perfection. Corey shoots his teen load deep into his daddy's
mouth and Jake swallows lovingly, his boy's ball milk.  After Jake's
finished, Corey doesn't even need to be told, he pulls his jeans off and
assumes the position. Jake lubes his boy's hole with some spit and
slides his cock in.  He fucks him gently for twenty-five minutes, and he
is getting close to ejaculating, when he stops fucking Corey.

     "Why did you stop Dad," Corey asks confused, because he loves
having his keeper's seed up his boy pussy.

     "I want you to eat my cum boy," Jake replies as he pushes Corey
against the sofa in a playful authoritarian manner. He looks down a
Corey and smiles, as Corey smiles back and says.

     "Okay dad, I'll swallow your jizz," and he pauses before adding,
"I'll do anything to make you happy pops," Jake just loved having this
teenage stud as his surrogate son and lover.

     Jake shoves his cock in Corey's mouth causing him to gag at
first, but once he has control of his breathing, he is sucking like a pro.
Jake's knees are trembling as Corey works his cock with such devotion.

     "Oh yeah kid work my cock; taste your boy pussy on my cock
boy... that's it...oh my God yeah... work the head with that tongue.
Mmmmm... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... daddy's cumming," Jake yells
as he fires load after load of his sweet nectar down Corey's throat, and
never before has someone given him or his cock such pleasure, as
Corey does now, sucking the juice from his balls.
     "Oh God kid you can suck my cock anytime," he says as he
surrenders the last of his cum to his boy.

     Corey and Jakes lay there panting for breath, as Jake pulls his son
to his mouth, and they kiss hard and rough, as their sweet afterglow
overtakes them.

     "You gonna be a good boy and drink all of Daddy's milk, it's
good for you son," Jake asks as he scoops up some of his cum that
leaked onto Corey's cheek and feeds him it.

     Corey just smiles and sucks his Dad's cock milk from his finger,
and swallows it, as he mentally vows to love the taste of cum, and bring
Jake pleasure by being his good little cocksucker...for now, and then
kisses his daddy. Corey enjoys having gay sex but there is still a tiny
part of him, which craves freedom and his old life. He knows Jake is
stronger than he is, and could cause him great suffering, but he has
grown to like and even love his tormentor.

     "Why are you wearing my clothes anyway?" Jake asks as he
looks at Corey in a warm but almost confused manner.

     "Oh um... I didn't wanna go into that room and get my stuff
since... well you know what happened," replies a nervous Corey
selecting his words carefully.

     "You know I did what I did to protect you son, he was hurting
you and I had to look out for my boy," Jake says as he hugs Corey
warmly.

     Corey is confused, because Jake did the exact same thing as
Charley did, so how was he protecting him he wonders. Jake had lied,
he was not being overly protective he was merely being possessive.
Corey remained silent and just lost himself in Jake's loving embrace.
Several days had passed since Corey was broken and Jake wants to
keep his boy in shape, so he takes Corey on a jog through the majestic
Colorado countryside. The two speak of the things they have in
common, they both love the same sports and teams, and they even had
the same favorite players. They return to the ranch both exhausted from
their rigorous jog, and fall asleep in each other's arms, as the snow
begins to fall outside.

     Several hours later, Corey awakes; he pulls back the thick duvet
from himself.  He quietly leaves the bedroom, and goes into the living
room, to start a fire to warm the place up.  Corey is unsure why Jake
has forbidden him to watch television, but he has not watched it in
three days, and decides that Jake would not be angry if he watched a
little, as he had been a good boy.  He was surfing through the channels,
looking for something to watch, when his world suddenly came
crashing down yet again, for the second time in the space of a month.
He has turned to CNN, and is struck by what the headline says, along
the bottom of the screen...

     Breaking news: McLean plane found in the Sunda
Trench off the coast of the Johnson Islands, it read.

     He sits sobbing for his parents as the news report continues with
all the details of the crash, and how finding any survivors, five days
after the initial crash would be impossible.  He is overcome with anger
and despair, as he became aware of why Jake had forbidden him to
watch television. The feelings of love he had for him were now
overshadowed by feelings of utter animosity.

     Corey is relapsing from the Stockholm syndrome, which had
caused him to accept his life up to this point. He grabs some clothes
and dresses quickly, ensuring he is dressed warmly, as it was extremely
cold outside. It was now or never, he thought, he had to escape, and he
looks frantically for Jakes car keys, but to no avail.

     Given over to the fact that he had to walk, he slowly trudges
through the thick snow.  The cold stabs through his clothes at his skin,
like a thousand knives.  Corey is distressed and grieving for his parents,
as a new revelation enters his mind, he realizes that he now has nobody.
Although, he may have been wealthy, what good is money when you
are alone and miserable.  His parents loved him in their own way he
says in his mind, but he remembers how they never had time for him.
Therefore, he comes to the realization that in a way they had been dead
to him for years.  It was now dark and cold, and Corey was scared and
alone, as he falls to the ground and cries as the blizzard worsens.

     He needs Jake, he was not completely sure why he did, but he
did.  He needs love, and he needs his dad as he realizes that Jake has
kept it from him to protect him.  The feeling of hatred has subsided and
he once again becomes the weak boy who needs the love and care of
his daddy. The tortured teen gets up and heads back for home,
determined to make it work with Jake.

     Meanwhile, at the ranch, a groggy Jake awakes to find Corey is
not by his side. He thinks to himself that he must be making dinner, and
then he hears the faint sound of the television, coming from the next
room. His heart misses a beat as he scrambles for his robe, and runs
into the living room, only to find it empty.  He searches the entire
house quickly, and he can find no trace of Corey. He panics and
realizes that he must be outside and he worries now for his son. The
blizzard has worsened, and he knows that Corey could not survive
much longer out there, as he hurries to dress.

     He throws on some jeans, a sweatshirt and jacket, and is just
about to leave to look for Corey, when he hears a knock at the door and
his greatest fear attacks him.  He is terrified as he expects it to be the
police coming to arrest him. He opens the door cautiously and a scared
Corey is standing there on the other side.  Corey is in tears as he falls to
his knees from the cold and fatigue and Jake lifts him up and carries
him over to the fire. He removes Corey's wet clothes and warms him,
holding him tightly to him, because Corey is shivering, as Jakes rubs
his pale skin to bring back the warmth.

     "I'm so... so... sorry for running away daddy," Corey cries
fearing he is going to experience the full brunt of Jakes wrath.

     "Don't say sorry baby, daddy's not mad at you," he says kissing
the top of his head  "daddy is just glad you're home safe," Jake replies
warmly as he wraps Corey in a blanket.

     "You're not going to beat me and put me in that room again," he
asks.

     "No son, daddy loves you and I am sorry for all those things that
I did to you," Jakes holding the boy close to him, and his own tears of
shame were falling.

     Corey slips off to sleep in his dads arms, feeling safe and secure.
He knew this is where he belongs now, and understood Jake was trying
to protect him from the news of his parent's deaths. Jake is overjoyed
that Corey had come back to him, of his own accord, and he was
ecstatic that his boy was warm and safe as they sleep by the fire that
night, basking in its warm protective glow.

     As dawn broke the next morning, the snow was still falling but
less heavy. Jake is still cradling his boy in his strong arms, the fire now
smoldering embers. Jake awakes and carries a still weak Corey to their
bed. He then makes Corey breakfast and carries it into him, and he
wakes him up by gently by whispering to him...

     "Time to wake up sleepy head," he whispers and kisses his
cheek.

     He looks warmly at his baby boy as he slowly wakes up. Corey's
hair is messy and had that adorable just out of bed look, as he smiles
back at his dad, as he sits himself up for breakfast. Jake lovingly feeds
his son, as Corey sits back and enjoys the love and attention that he is
receiving. He feels at home and knows he belongs here with Jake.

     After breakfast, Corey tries to apologize and explain himself to
Jake, but Jake doesn't care, because he has his son home and that's all
that matters to him. They sit in a tender embrace, as Corey grows
curious, and wants to explore his daddy's body. He lowers his face and
starts to suck on Jakes nipples, gently nibbling on them, and this sends
Jake into a sexual frenzy, as his cock immediately tents his boxers.

     Corey moves down and takes his dad's cock in his mouth, Jake
groans in pleasure, as Corey swallows his cock down to his balls. He
grunts in an animalistic manner, as Corey works his cock like a pro.
Corey bobs his head up and down causing pleasurable sensations to
course through Jake's body, as his tongue licks droplets of pre-cum off
his dad's swollen cock head.  Corey fondles his balls using his hands,
as he works his dad's dick with his mouth. Jake is close, as his
breathing accelerates, and his heart races in his chest.  Corey loves
making his daddy feel good and it gives him pleasure as he services his
father.

     "Oh shit baby I'm cumming oh... yeah... oh yeah," he moans
loudly as he fires volleys of his cum down Corey's throat.  Corey
swallows the sweet nectar, without hesitation, until he has gotten all
there is, and then pulls himself up, to passionately, kiss his dad.

     "Fuck me son," Jake sighs in between breaths and Corey looks at
him in shock.

     "You really want me to Dad?" he asks as he kisses Jake again.

     Jake assumes the position pointing his perfectly symmetrical ass
in the air, offering it to his boy.

     "No dad, lie on your back, I want to look into your eyes, and see
the love you have for me, in them," he says as Jake turns over unto his
back.

     Jake lifts his legs high, as Corey lowers his face down and starts
to lick around Jakes hole.  He loves the musky taste of his dad's
asshole, as he slowly teases his rosebud with his tongue, and sends
more waves of pleasure through Jakes hardened body.  Each time
Corey's tongue circles Jakes hole he moans loudly. As he licks and
sucks his way back up to his dad's mouth, Corey slowly slides his cock
into his daddy's pucker, and he proceeds to fuck his keeper's ass
slowly. Corey is in heaven as he experiences surges of pleasure as he
screws Jakes ass, and quickens his rhythm.  Jake pushes up to meet his
boys cock, groaning from the pleasure of his prostate being stimulated.

     Corey can't last much longer, as he feels his semen rising up
from his balls, and Jake feels his boy's cock swelling deep inside him
as Corey reaches his peak.

     "Damn I'm cumming daddy," he screams as he shoots his teen
cream into his daddy's well-fucked ass.  He pounds Jakes ass with the
stamina of a stallion as he shoots the last of his cum, and collapses on
top of him, giggling in pleasure as he surrenders the last of his cum.

     "I love you dad," is all he can say panting heavily as he looks
into Jakes deep blue eyes.

     "I love you too son," He replies as their mouths meet in sexual
bliss in a sensual French kiss with his boy.

     Conclusion:

     Jake and Corey continue to live happily together as their love
continues to grow for each other. Corey has forgotten about his
previous life and settles into his new life of love and passion. In time,
Jake starts to raise cattle again and his business is lucrative once again.
He and Corey work as partners to ensure the J & C Ranch is
prosperous, and they live a financially comfortable life.  Although
because of his faked death, Corey could not inherit his parent's fortune,
the money went to a very good charity.  Therefore, he was happy, and
along with Jake's dedication to taking his medication, their life together
was blissful.  They got on as both father and son great but as lovers,
they were fabulous.

     Corey had found somebody who loved him and Jake had found
somebody to love.


     The End...?

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