Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 13:07:32 -0500
From: T McIntyre <firstbornsonaz@gmail.com>
Subject: First Born Son - Chapter 2

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author nor FBS Media LLC
condones such situations and/or acts.

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FIRST BORN SON - Chapter 2
By T McIntyre

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Billy walked into his daddy's room, closed the door, crawled into the bed
and snuggled up against his still sleeping daddy.  He could feel the power
of his daddy's breath and heartbeat as his head laid upon his daddy's
chest.  Billy always felt safe when around his daddy, even when being
punished or being taught a new way to serve.

Even as scared as he was all those years ago on his fifth birthday, Billy
knew his daddy would make sure that he was safe.  That day was the first of
many times he would suck his daddy's cock and take swallow his daddy's cum.
Many more firsts would came over the following weeks: The first time he
felt his daddy's cock in his tight little ass, the first time he drank his
daddy's piss, the first time he felt his daddy's belt without being
punished, the first time he licked his daddy's ass, the first time he was
tied up and the first time any of those things occurred with someone other
than his daddy.

Billy could feel his daddy waking up before heard, "Good morning, Billy.
How is my little servant today?"

"I am good, daddy.  How may I serve you this morning, daddy?"

"For now, just lay there and tell me how the morning went.  Did Michael and
Carl get taken care of and off to school?"

"Yes, daddy.  Michael didn't want me to stop again this morning.  He sure
loves being rimmed.  And Carl was being Carl again, daddy," as he winced.
"I am sorry, daddy, it was wrong of me to disrespect Carl."

"You are fine, Billy.  You were only answering my question," his daddy said
as he stroked Billy's hair.

"Yes, daddy.  Michael wants me waiting for him in the barn when he gets off
the bus and Carl reminded me that his friends Robert and Sam are coming
over tonight."

"I know Carl can be a pisser, but I don't want to hear any complaints from
him, you understand?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Now, I need to piss."

Billy didn't need any more instruction than that simple statement and moved
down his daddy's body to take his daddy's cock into his mouth.  As he had
been taught, he didn't suck on his daddy's growing cock.  Billy kept on all
fours and waited for the stream to start.  Billy almost grinned when his
daddy's piss began to flow.  He really enjoyed taking his daddy's piss even
it hadn't always been that way.  The first time he took his daddy's piss,
he had spit it all over.  Boy was his daddy pissed and Billy couldn't sit
down after the beating he received.  After that day, he never let another
drop of his daddy's or anyone else's piss escape his mouth.

He could feel the last few drops come through his daddy's cock and started
to gently suck on it.  He heard his daddy moan and that is all he needed to
start deep throating.  Billy felt his daddy's hand on the back of his, hold
him steady at the base of his daddy's cock.  He swished his tongue around,
making his daddy wriggle and then started to move his mouth up and down.
Never using his hands, he felt his daddy's cock begin to pulse and Billy
always savored this moment as he did one last swish of his tongue on his
daddy's cockhead.

Blast after blast of his daddy's incredible cum hit the roof his mouth,
drip down to his tongue and slid down his eager throat.  Billy sucked and
sucked until there was sadly no more cum shooting or even dribbling out of
his daddy's cock.  He moved his tongue around and deep throated one last
time to make sure his daddy's cock was nice and clean.  He kept his daddy's
cock his mouth as he felt it grow smaller and smaller and he could hear his
daddy's breathing slow down.

"You did good Billy," he heard his daddy say as he felt his daddy's hand
pat him on the head.  "Go ahead and let go of my cock and let me go shower
and head to the office.  Now head on out and get ready for your school
day."

Billy got up off his daddy's bed and padded down the hall and down to the
kitchen where his mother was waiting with breakfast.

"Is your father taken care of and getting ready for the office," she asked
as Billy took a seat at the table.

"Yes, Mother."

"Good.  Now hurry up and eat.  Brother Gregory will be here shortly for
your classes.  You don't want to be late."

"Yes, Mother."

Billy scarfed down his waffles and bacon and padded outside to the shed
that had been set up as his classroom.  Billy had never been to the local
school where his younger brothers Carl and Michael went.  It was the way of
the first born sons his Uncle Toby had explained.  The world just wasn't
ready for first born sons of the Stonehawk family to be showing up to
school naked.

He entered the classroom and took a look around.  His daddy had made this
room special, with a blackboard and everything.  The computer off to the
side was of the latest model and had a blazing fast internet connection,
though he was forbidden to use it without Brother Gregory's presence.  His
Uncle Toby explained to him that it was very important that each of the
first born sons to be well educated.  So he sat here at his desk waiting
for his teacher.  It had taken him a few days to get used to the fact that
the Brothers who were sent to teach him were off limits for sexual
servitude as they were all first born sons.

"Good morning, Billy."

"Good morning, Brother Gregory."

"Are you ready for today's lessons?"

"Yes, Brother Gregory," and so began Billy's school day.

"That is all for today, Billy.  Remember to study for the test tomorrow.  I
know you don't want to disappoint your father."

"No, Brother Gregory, disappointing daddy is the last thing I want to do,"
Billy said as he put away his books and waited to be dismissed.

"Go on now and I will see you tomorrow, Billy."

Billy looked at the clock and bounded out of the class room toward the barn
to wait for Michael.  He loved his little brother and he loved the
innocence that Michael showed that Carl had never really shown, not even on
Carl's fifth birthday when Billy was presented to Carl as something other
than an older brother.  Carl seemed to know that Billy, although older, was
somehow less than Carl.  Billy reached the barn, went to the center,
kneeled and waited for Michael.

The barn wasn't used as other barns in the area were used.  It was more of
a casual meeting place for the males of the family to gather and enjoy the
use of the eligible first born sons.  The main area had built in benches
along that wall that had compartments where various sexual implements were
housed, such as dildos, hoods, gags, whips, floggers and bondage gear.
There were ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling that could be raised
or lowered via a control panel along one of the walls.  Off to either side
of the main area were rooms of various sizes for more personal enjoyment of
the different first born sons.

Billy had been used in each of those rooms by different males of his
family.  Sucking their cocks and being fucked.  Having his ass and back
blistered by paddles, whips, floggers, belts, ropes and canes.  The gallons
of piss he had taken down his throat.  He had lost count of all the asses
he had rimmed: The hairy ones, the smooth ones, the smelly ones and the
clean ones.  He knew the fear of being hung by his ankles and the jolt of
electricity as it flowed through his hairless balls.  He knew the pain of
different positions his young body had been placed in.  He even knew the
pain of having hot wax and oils poured over his delicate body.

Even though he had shed tears in those rooms, Billy had never shed them
from sadness for what he was to the family.  No, Billy was staunchly proud
to be the first born son of his daddy and nothing would ever change that,
not even the moods of his brother, Carl.

"Billy!  Are you in there," yelled Michael.

"Yes, I am, Michael," Billy shouted back.

Billy's body tingled in anticipation as he saw Michael's shadow fall across
the ground outside of the barn.  The anticipation of what Michael would do
or have him do was never stronger.

Then Billy saw Michael standing there in his school uniform with his bag
slung over his shoulder.  Billy could barely contain his excitement and
even grew hard.  He wanted to crawl over to Michael and offer himself for
whatever purpose Michael desired, but he held back.  It took all of Billy's
willpower to wait for the command Michael finally gave.

To be continued ...

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I hope you enjoyed reading the second chapter of First Born Son.  I am
trying to tell as much of the back story of Billy and the rest of the
Stonehawk Family as possible, without boring anyone and by being true to
Nifty's rules.  I am thinking of doing a special addendum after the fifth
chapter.  Let me know if you would enjoy that.  I appreciate any comments
and/or suggestions you might have.

Thanks for reading First Born Son - Chapter 2,

T McIntyre
FBS Media LLC
firstbornsonaz@gmail.com