Forbidden

FORBIDDEN

By Raythe

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. No money made.

PAIRING: Luke x Vader

WARNINGS: Slash/Incest/AU/Daddykink/BDSM

RATING: NC-17

HINTS AND STUFF: A lot of cool things happen in this chapter. But really all you need to know is the chapter title …

I’m sorry for the terribly long wait and I’m sorry to say that this is only HALF of this chapter, but I promised that I’d post something in January and I felt I had to get it out. I will be posting the second half hopefully in a couple of weeks. Please let me know what you think!

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Part I: REBEL PRISONER LUKE

Luke’s POV

“Luke Skywalker, we have orders to take you to the Detention Block. You are now a prisoner of the Empire.”

Over the bond with his father, Vader sent, ‘It begins, my son.’

Luke’s mouth fell open in shock. The others in the room froze. Unsurprisingly, it was Qui-Gon who recovered from the surprise first.

“Under whose authority do you seek to take him?” The Jedi Master asked as he jumped to his feet.

“Lord Vader’s,” Davel answered.

Qui-Gon gave a bark of disbelieving laughter as he said, “Luke is Lord Vader’s son! He would never put his own child under arrest. Until I hear this order from Lord Vader myself I will not allow you to lay a finger on him.”

The palm of Qui-Gon’s right hand rested menacingly on the hilt of his light saber. Simok and Davel shifted uneasily as they faced the protective older man. For a moment, Luke saw Qui-Gon as someone else. Not the kind and thoughtful scholar, but a fierce warrior who Luke would be afraid to face on the battlefield.

Simok began, “We were told--”

Damon interrupted him as he, too, stood up and moved to a position between Luke and the troopers. “This has got to be a mistake! Davel, Simok! You can’t be serious.”

Joran squirmed over to Luke, clutching him around the middle. “Don’t take Luke away!” the little boy cried.

“We won’t let them, honey,” Salara said as she rose and placed her hands on her hips, her expression tight as she surveyed the troopers.

Luke finally snapped out of his dazed state. He knew he had to control the situation before it truly deteriorated.

“Wait! Everyone! Please, this is a game!” Luke said and cringed as he realized he had just said ‘game.’

“What?!”

“Game?!”

Damon and Qui-Gon spoke almost simultaneously as they turned to look at him, their disbelief etched on their handsome faces. Luke’s mouth opened and shut several times. What explanation could he possible give? He felt the urge to laugh hysterically as Damon and Qui-Gon’s expressions became more and more concerned by his silence. His thoughts flickered frantically for something to say. Then it hit him. His father wouldn’t leave him in the lurch. He reached for Vader over the bond, but instead of words, his father drew Luke’s attention to Davel and Simok, as if the troopers themselves held a way out.

“What exactly were your orders?” Luke asked the troopers.

“We were to escort you to the Detention Block as if you were a prisoner. Lord Vader wishes to test the Detention Block’s defenses,” Davel answered.

“Why didn’t you just say that?” Damon asked.

“We were instructed to say nothing more unless necessary,” Simok said. “To make it as authentic as possible.”

“Authentic?” Qui-Gon asked.

“As if Luke were truly under arrest,” Davel answered.

“But why would Lord Vader want Luke to test the Detention Block’s defenses?” Damon asked.

“Because … because I helped someone escape from the same type of system on the Deathstar. He wants to see … see how I did it and … if the Executor’s system suffers from the identical flaws,” Luke rushed out. In a way what he had said was true. It was Leia’s rescue from the Detention Block on the Deathstar that formed the basis of Luke’s prisoner fantasy.

Qui-Gon’s eyebrows rose exponentially with each statement out of Luke’s mouth. The young man knew this explanation wasn’t fooling the Jedi Master. With all that was going on with the Emperor, Black Heart and the Rebels, Vader would hardly care about testing the Detention Block’s defenses, but it was all Luke could come up with. He willed Qui-Gon not to question him on it. The Jedi Master’s eyes suddenly went unfocused. Luke could tell that he was speaking with Vader over their bond. A slight smile curled Qui-Gon’s lips and he shook his head with a laugh.

“Well, Luke is correct. There is no need for concern. We best allow him to be taken … prisoner.”

Luke blushed furiously at the gentle, knowing look Qui-Gon shot him. He doubted his father had told Qui-Gon what they were truly going to do in the Detention Block, but Qui-Gon seemed to have a far more earthy imagination than Luke thought a Jedi Master would have. Somehow Luke couldn’t see Master Jinn as a virgin so perhaps Qui-Gon had more than just his imagination to go on. Luke felt his blush hit radioactive heights at that.

As Luke rose to his feet, his thoughts spun away from Qui-Gon’s potential sex life to why his father let him be ambushed like this. But then again wasn’t that part of the fun? He would feel more like a real prisoner if he were “captured.” He gave an appreciative shudder. Luke gently disengaged Joran’s hands from his middle, petting the child’s head.

The little boy looked up at him earnestly and asked, “Sure its okay, Luke?”

“It’s fine. I’m going to be with my father.”

Joran nodded his head sagely. “Your daddy loves you.”

Luke felt a bright smile cross his own lips. “Yes, yes, he does.”

“Well, thank goodness this is just a test.” Salara gave him a quick smile and sat back down.

“Thank you all for the protection … even if unnecessary this time,” Luke said.

Damon, however, was still frowning and looked ready to stop the troopers from taking Luke anyway even if it was just a test. Luke worried the other man might be sensing the reality of the situation.

“It’s all right, Damon. Really, I’m in no danger.”

“Are you sure you want to go, Luke?” His grey eyes searched Luke’s blue ones for too long.

“I assure you that this is what I want to do,” Luke answered without hesitation.

Damon’s gaze reluctantly released him and the trooper’s eyes were shadowed. Luke repressed a sigh. He knew that Damon was only the first person to sense something was … different … about his and Vader’s relationship. Others would eventually figure out that they were more than father and son. And then what? Maybe Vader subconsciously was trying to “out” them by having the fantasy start in such a public manner.

Luke wondered if he really want to hide. Truthfully, he just wanted to be allowed to live his life with Vader as he chose, to be left alone, but that wasn’t going to be possible. His father would be Emperor. He would be one of the founders of the new Jedi/Sith Order. They were the Balance. Every action they took would be subject to scrutiny. But he wouldn’t give his father up. No matter what the cost.

“Come now, Damon, Joran, back to meditation,” Qui-Gon said and gave Luke an encouraging smile.

Luke felt Damon’s eyes on his back as he joined Simok and Davel by the door, but he shook off the sensation. Damon’s feelings were not important on this matter. Simok extended a pair of binders while Davel requested his light saber. Luke hesitated in giving it over.

Davel reading his hesitation for what it was, said, “Lord Vader has instructed that your light saber be placed in your quarters during the duration of the test. It will be safe and secure. Besides if we didn’t confiscate it, it would hardly be …”

“Authentic?” Luke asked with a soft laugh as he repeated the Simok’s earlier words.

Davel nodded and Luke reluctantly handed the saber over. It felt like letting go of a part of himself. Even though his new powers clearly exceeded anything he could do with the blade, he felt naked without it. He’d begun to think of the saber like a talisman, especially this particular one as Vader had made it for him.

Luke extended his hands so Simok could fasten the binders on his wrists. They felt heavy and cool against his skin. Luke remembered vividly placing a similar pair on Chewie when he and Han had gone to rescue Leia. He smiled at the thought of her feisty reaction to their rescue. But that only made him think of the last time he saw her, cold and distant, and his happiness faded. Did she survive the fire on Black Heart? He hadn’t been able to sense her since he left the Rebellion. He prayed that she, Han, Chewie, Lando and Threepio were all right.

He hadn’t seen Lando on Black Heart at all, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Perhaps the scoundrel turned politician hadn’t joined in on Obi-Wan’s plan to destroy Luke and Vader. Lando had always seemed more practical than zealous in his service to the Rebellion even though Vader had given the man little cause to love him. But then again Han hadn’t been a true believer in the Rebellion either. However, wherever Leia went, whatever Leia did, Han was sure to follow. Perhaps Lando would have gone along as well due to loyalty to Han.

Loyalty.

Luke’s loyalty lay with his father. Those he left behind were all still Luke’s friends in his heart, even if they no longer considered him one. But in the end his loyalty would keep him by Vader’s side and probably in his friends’ gun-sights. Luke shied away from these distressing thoughts and tried to concentrate on the moment.

With the two troopers flanking him, they began walking down the hallway towards the Detention Block. Luke didn’t make conversation with them and they did not try to make any with him. Perhaps his father had told them not to, but for Luke’s part, he didn’t wish to break the mood. Since he already felt slightly off-kilter from the surprise beginning of the fantasy, it wasn’t hard for him to remember the sense of displacement, anticipation and fear he felt that first time he was captured by the Empire.

And his first sight of Vader.

Luke shivered slightly as he walked between the two silent men and remembered that first glimpse of the Dark Lord. Vader had turned from the pile of robes that had marked the place where Obi-Wan had fallen. The Dark Lord’s black cloak had billowed out behind him like a pair of massive wings. The black mask had reflected the light of the laser bolts that Luke had sent his way in a haze of pain and rage and … something else.

Vader’s strength and the almost dark sensuality he radiated had spoken to Luke in ways he had not cared to examine or understand at the time. For even as Luke had hated the Dark Lord for allegedly killing his father and striking down Obi-Wan, part of him had yearned to put his blaster down and … submit. Let himself be claimed by that magnificent darkness. Now he would get his chance.

Luke came back to himself when he saw the doors to the Detention Block. The doors whooshed open as they approached. Before them was a long hallway lined with cells. The lighting was dim and had a reddish tint. Luke peered forward, but saw no one inside.

He sent his Force senses out, but immediately reared back as he felt a solid Force wall blocking him. Vader wasn’t going to allow him a sneak peek of what was within. The troopers gently prodded him in the back, indicating he was to move forward. Luke stepped inside. The troopers remained behind. The doors closed and locked, leaving Luke seemingly alone.

Until he heard the breathing.

The whoosh and thrum of Vader’s old respirator seemed to vibrate within his own chest. Luke swallowed hard and slowly walked forward, following the echoing sound until he reached the last cell. A black-cloaked figure stood in the center of the cell with his back to Luke. The figure seemed impossibly huge. Towering. Majestic. Then it turned and the hood of the cloak slipped to the side and Luke saw the mask. Vader’s mask. The figure stepped forward.

Like a dream and nightmare combined, Luke forgot for a moment that this was his father, forgot all they had gone through, and blindly panicked. His back was against the far wall of the hallway, his mouth open in a gasping ‘o.’ He didn’t know how he got there, but he was pressing himself against the wall as if he wished he could meld into it.

His mind murmured the mantra: the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord. The Dark Lord of the Sith!

But then the figure extended one black gloved hand towards him and Luke flashed back to that moment on Bespin when Vader had said in his darkest, richest voice, ‘No, Luke, I am your father.’ Instead of the horror that statement had caused him the first time, the memory made Luke realize where he was and who the figure was. This was his father. His father who loved him. This was a game that could end at any time. All he had to say was ‘wookie.’ It would cease and all would be well. But Luke didn’t want it to end. This was his chance to relive that pivotal moment on the Deathstar but this time instead of running to the Millennium Falcon he would run towards Vader.

With all that in mind, Luke realized that the sound of the respirator was only in his head, that Vader was not wearing it. Nor was Vader as tall as he had at first seemed when Luke entered the cell. It was all Force illusions. Beautifully done Force illusions. The mask, too, was merely lying over Vader’s now handsome features, easily removable.

Tension drained out of Luke and he stopped hugging the wall. He stretched out his Force senses and felt warmth and love from the figure. He sent the same back over the bond. But he did not try to physically speak to Vader as his father or acknowledge that this was all a game and spoil the moment. He had to hold up his part of the bargain as his father was doing so magnificently. He would play the role of captured Jedi to the hilt. He would make his father earn his submission. Even though he saw through some of the illusions it still surprised Luke when his father spoke and there was the resonance of the vocoder.

“So you are finally in my clutches, Skywalker.” The extended hand clenched into a fist as if Luke were physically within the Dark Lord’s grasp. “And you will never leave me again. You are mine.”

Vader’s POV

His son’s slim form was trembling against the wall. Those luminous blue eyes were huge and Vader saw fear and confusion race through them. He wavered for one moment in continuing the game. Luke was clearly more affected than he thought the boy would be and not in the way Vader had planned. But then the tension suddenly drained from Luke and Vader felt a pulse of pleasure and love over their bond.

Luke stood up straight and took a step away from the wall. His expression was serene, with a hint of arrogance in his voice, as he said, “Lord Vader, you may have captured me, but that does not make me yours.”

‘Such the Jedi,’ Vader thought and laughed darkly. “I see that you need to be convinced, Skywalker. A challenge. I shall enjoy this.”

Vader used the Force to pull Luke across the short space that separated them. Luke’s body was so close to his that the boy had to lean back to see the Dark Lord’s face. He reached down and ran one gloved hand down Luke’s cheek. The boy’s breathing sped up slightly and Vader grinned underneath the mask.

“I think you will find you are very much mine,” Vader said.

He levitated Luke upwards so that the chain on the binders was attached to a hook that hung down from the ceiling. He made sure that Luke wasn’t experiencing pain or discomfort from the position by using a touch of the Force to keep the binders from digging into the boy’s slender wrists and to ease any tension in Luke’s shoulders and arms. The boy was suspended a few inches above the ground so that they were almost eye-to-eye. Luke jerked at his bonds, but as Vader knew, they were secure, leaving Luke quite helpless.

“What do you intend to do to me, Lord Vader?” Luke asked.

Vader didn’t answer his son, letting the silence and Luke’s imagination chew on the many possibilities of what the Dark Lord could do. He removed the mask, placing it on a bench in the corner of the room, positioning it so that it was still facing Luke. He then allowed the cloak that covered him to slide off and pool at his feet.

He was wearing a black, skintight Caravian leather outfit with knee-high leather boots that Luke had not seen. Vader had designed the outfit for battle so that he had ease of movement, but little material to bog him down. It was supple and smooth and showed every muscled inch of his remade body. As soon as he had tried it on, he realized that it had a highly erotic quality he had not counted on, which made it perfect for Luke’s fantasy. He heard a soft gasp from his son as the boy took in Vader’s outfit and the considerable bulge where his erection strained against the material. The Dark Lord’s amber eyes rose to meet Luke’s.

The boy’s cheeks were flushed, his mouth was slightly parted showing a hint of pink tongue and white teeth, and his pupils were dilated. When Luke realized Vader saw his reaction, his mouth clicked shut and he threw his head back slightly.

“Do you like what you see?” Vader asked.

“Is that an official uniform? It looks more appropriate for a … a nightclub of … of questionable repute … than for Empire business,” Luke said crisply.

Vader laughed. He heard a touch of jealousy in his son’s words. The bond showed him that Luke was imagining others viewing Vader in this outfit. And the boy was not pleased by the thought.

“This is something I’m wearing just for you, Skywalker. Surely you know that everything here is designed to … influence … you to my way of thinking.”

“You won’t succeed with such … such carnal exhibitions.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Luke tossed his head back haughtily again. “I will resist you.”

“I think not. But enough idle chatter. Time will prove which of us is correct, won’t it?”

Vader pivoted on his heel and walked over to the opposite side of the room where a table was. On top of the table were the instruments he would use to influence his son to submit: a slender silver blade to remove and destroy yet another set of Luke’s clothing and a soft paddle to take to his creamy buttocks.

Vader felt Luke’s eyes following after him. The Dark Lord knew when Luke saw the table’s contents because there was the slightest trembling to the boy’s words.

“What are … are you going to do … do with those things?”

Vader smiled slowly. “Let me show you.”

He picked up the blade.

The Dark Lord stalked over to the boy. The outfit moved so effortlessly with him, it felt like a soft second skin. It made his erection ache though as there was some friction between his cock and the material with each step. He stopped in front of Luke and played with the blade. It flashed and gleamed in the low light as he lightly tossed it from one hand to the other. Luke restlessly moved his body, but his eyes remained riveted on the silver knife.

Vader reached and tugged off one of his son’s boots and then the other. They clattered to the floor. With a sweep of one leg he sent the boots skidding away to a corner of the room. He placed a possessive hand on Luke’s right hip. A shiver coursed through Luke’s body and the boy’s arousal pressed tight against the front of his trousers.

“Is this for me?” Vader asked as he cupped his son’s erection, hefting it, and felt his own shaft twitch.

Luke gave a muffled moan and struggled to speak. “No …”

Vader gripped his son’s cock harder and the boy’s whole body jerked and a pleasured groan burst forth from the boy’s mouth.

“A Jedi shouldn’t lie. At least not so badly,” he chastised.

“This is just my body’s reaction to stimuli. It is nothing … nothing important. Nothing to do specifically with you.”

“I see. So it would not matter if someone else were doing this? You would still be hard in your pants, your cock would still be twitching and leaking if it was another’s hands on you or another’s voice was whispering in your ears? Perhaps we should test this theory of yours and I should have the troopers come back and--”

“No!”

Vader’s smile grew wider. There was no way he would let anyone else see Luke like this let alone touch his golden child. “So you prefer me, do you, Skywalker? You only want me to touch you like this? To speak to you of forbidden things?”

Luke swallowed, his pupils were already blown wide with desire, even as he forced steel into his spine and tried to collect himself. “Are you giving up so quickly, Lord Vader? You believe already that you need the help of others to make me submit?”

Vader’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed. “I need no one else to help me! You will be on your knees willingly, begging for me to do whatever I desire, by the end of this session!”

“Bold words, but they are only words, Dark Lord.”

His son’s gauntlet had been thrown down and Vader felt the thrill of the chase quicken his blood. “You want action? I shall give it to you.”

Vader placed the tip of the blade against Luke’s right inner thigh, high up by his crotch, and, with one swift movement, slit the pants open from groin to ankle. He had not cut Luke, just let the blade glide over the child’s tender flesh. The boy froze as Vader reached up with the blade again to do the other leg. The knife skimming through the material sounded like the rush of water over a creek bed. With a final vicious cut, he sliced through the crotch of the pants too. He wrenched off one glove, shocked slightly that his hand was trembling, and palmed the boy’s now exposed cock and balls. Luke hadn’t worn underwear again.

“My my, is it the official Rebellion policy to wear no undergarments? Or are you perhaps more a sensualist than you let on?”

Vader pushed up just behind Luke’s balls and the boy give a startled gasp as the Dark Lord massaged his prostate from the outside. Luke’s skin was so soft, it was addictive to manipulate.

“Do you enjoy the sensation of slick leather rubbing against your cock, Skywalker?”

Luke’s hips jerked forward showing his appreciation of the touches, but his mouth was pressed into a tight white line, holding back by sheer force of will cries of pleasure.

“Have you imagined how easy it would be for someone to divest you of one thin pair of pants and you would be bare for them, open and aching?” Vader felt a stab of jealousy, his voice became harsher as he asked, “Did you fantasize about the other young men in the Rebellion or perhaps even the older more mature ones finding out how wanton you truly are?”

Vader swallowed, his throat too clogged with emotion to continue.

“No,” Luke said softly, his voice so gentle. “I never thought of any Rebels in that way. Never thought of anyone else …”

Vader’s head jerked up to meet his son’s gaze. Luke’s blue eyes were clear and the bond completely open for Vader to check if Luke spoke the truth. The Dark Lord stood there trembling. It was the ultimate hypocrisy for him to require Luke to have been chaste before they were even together, to not even have fantasized about another, considering that Vader had had many bed partners.

“I sense that you tell the truth, Jedi.” Vader kissed his son’s bare thigh. “It will make taking you all the sweeter.”

There is a challenge in Luke’s eyes as the boy asked, “Have you ever wanted anyone as much as you do me? For you do want me, Dark Lord, you have given yourself away in that.”

Vader’s amber eyes glowed softly. It would be a weakness to admit such a thing to a true prisoner, but he didn’t want Luke to think for one moment that he didn’t desire and love the boy above all others.

“I never have wanted anyone more than you.”

There was a ghost of a triumphant smile on Luke’s lips.

Then Vader added, “But do not think that this will save you in any way during our session, Skywalker.”

Luke’s luminous eyes widened at that comment.

The blade flashed again and Vader cut off Luke’s pants altogether. Luke’s jacket and shirt still remained, but he was bare from the waist down. No one would see his son like this ever but him.

The boy’s cock was a deep pink and was curling up wantonly towards his belly. Clear fluid pooled at the slit. Vader slid the blade into the waistband of his pants as he leaned down and captured the head of the boy’s cock in his mouth, sucking out the fluid as it formed. Luke whined and arched his body. The Dark Lord let the organ pop from his mouth.

“I think I could become quite addicted to your taste,” Vader husked.

Luke flushed and dropped his head, though he could not altogether hide his pleased expression.

Vader grasped two slender chains that were attached to brackets on the floor. Luke’s eyes tracked him as he attached one around the boy’s right ankle then did the same to the left with the other chain. It stretched the boy’s legs wide. Luke was now spread eagle in the air.

Luke's POV

Goosebumps rose on Luke's legs as a draft of cool air circulated against his bare flesh. He tried to control the shiver that went through him, though he wasn't sure if it was the cold air or his father's presence that caused it.

Vader stalked around the room in an "outfit" that gave him the appearance of being dipped in black oil it was so thin and sheer. Luke never wanted anyone else to see his father in it. Somehow he doubted that Vader had intended to make himself look so sensual and desirable. Luke guessed that Vader probably thought of the outfit in more functional terms. His father had lived so long feeling he was a horror to look at that Luke feared he had little sense about his actual physical appeal now.

Even though the Dark Lord had undoubtedly had his share of people aspiring to become his lover before, his father's choices in partners would be greatly increased now without the mask and respirator in the way. Vader's intelligence, his powerful charisma along with his renewed looks would make anyone want him. How could Luke hope to keep Vader to himself when the Dark Lord was sure to garner attention from all quarters?

Vader grasped Luke's chin and force him to meet his eyes. "I do not appreciate losing your attention, little Jedi. Am I boring you?"

Luke realized his mind had wandered for a moment with despair at the thought of losing his father. Vader's expression was stern, still the part to play, but Luke saw beyond that and knew that Vader understood the direction his thoughts had taken.

Over their bond, his father whispered, 'I'm yours, Luke. No one else can compare to you. I will make you believe this.'

'I'm ... afraid, Father. You are everything to me,' Luke sent back, his mind-voice small.

'As you are to me. You never need be afraid of losing me. You are the light around which I orbit. If you wish we can end our play and I can love you as myself: your father.'

'No!' Luke send vigorously then grinned momentarily. 'This is so good, Father, I want to continue. It was just a momentary distraction. Please don't stop. I can't wait to see what you're going to do.'

Vader teased, 'Good, but no more grim thoughts, young one,’ then he added with a wicked grin, ‘for the Dark Lord does not take well to having his subjects ignoring him.'

Speaking out loud now and back in character, Vader said, "You need to be properly chastened for that lack of attention, Skywalker."

"Perhaps it is your crude techniques that have caused me to lose interest," Luke said primly and stifled a laugh as Vader’s eyes glowed a sulfurous yellow at that comment.

“Crude? Well, I shall have to refine them for you, won't I?"

The flash of the silver blade in Vader's hands was all Luke saw before the sharp edge glided along his cheek but drew no blood. Soon that blade would slice through his jacket and undershirt and he would be divested of even of that minor covering. Being naked, even half-naked, while Vader was fully dressed was erotic. Luke was more aware of his skin than ever: the brush of his cock against his stomach, the press of the chains around his feet and ankles, the way the hairs on his arms caught against the fabric of his shirt.

Vader placed the blade's point at the base of Luke's throat. Luke swallowed as the cool metal pressed against him. In one sweep of Vader's arm, the Dark Lord cut the jacket and shirt from his neck to his waist. Then Vader was grasping Luke’s right wrist, his thumb rubbing over the pulse point there.

“I’ve always felt that the blades I wielded were as alive as I am,” Vader said softly.

He brought the knife up and positioned it just below the rubbing thumb on Luke’s wrist. The contrast of the silky feel of his father’s skin and the sharp point of the blade made Luke’s blood race. He struggled to remain perfectly still. His eyes couldn't leave his father's. He was mesmerized by the look of utter calm and concentration in them.

Vader explained, “In a way I have always believed that the blade was the perfect symbol for the Force. When wielded with precision, with pure focus, with maximum intent … nothing can withstand either.”

Vader then slowly slid the blade along the top of the sleeve, cleaving the material in two, stopping only when there was nothing more to cut but skin as it reached Luke's neck. He let the blade linger there as the jacket slid off to the side. Luke’s remaining clothing was held on only by one arm. But that last connection was soon severed as well.

Vader allowed the naked blade to trace around Luke’s throat, dipping down into the hollow at the base, and then gliding back up to the other side. Luke only heard the ripping sound as the blade parted his jacket’s last remaining sleeve. His clothing fluttered off of him and lay scattered like fall leaves on the floor. He was bare and spread wide open for his father's inspection. His cock ached just at the realization of how wanton he must appear. How helpless. At the Dark Lord’s mercy.

"Hmmm, at least the Jedi arts are good for some things," Vader said as his eyes slowly followed Luke's form from toes to the top of his head.

Luke felt that gaze like fire running over him. There was a glow inside him at the thought that his body pleased his father. But he had his role to play and said, "My body is not for your viewing enjoyment, Lord Vader."

"Oh, but little Jedi, I am enjoying viewing it so thoroughly. And I think I shall do more than just look."

Vader sheathed the knife again and tugged off his one remaining glove with his teeth, dropping the leather down to the floor. He then let that bare hand follow the same path as the blade did down Luke's arms until he closed his hands lightly around Luke's throat. Luke stopped breathing at the gentle yet possessive touch.

"I can feel your heart racing," he said and Luke's heartbeat increased further. Vader grinned wolfishly.

"So would yours be if you were in my place," Luke answered serenely in contrast to his galloping heart rate. "After all, you have me chained and your hand around my throat. Perhaps if you let me down and made this more of a fair fight--"

The Dark Lord let out a bark of laughter. "Fair? Nothing in life is fair. Surely even you in your young years and drenched in Jedi optimism understand that."

"Or perhaps you are afraid that you could not have your way with me unless the odds are fully in your favor."

Vader frowned at that comment and pinched one of Luke's nipples. The boy gasped in combined pain and pleasure. The Dark Lord leaned down and soothed the stinging pink nub with his tongue. Luke rocked back and forth from his chained hands as the warm tongue rasped against his sensitive skin.

"Don't worry, Skywalker. I promise that you'll be released from your bonds during our session … at some point. But you'll find that I will still very much have my way with you even so," Vader said.

The Force tendril he’d put on his own cock was fraying and since it was his father’s determination to make him “submit” and come, he doubted Vader would help him keep his control. Luke could see his father’s own rampant erection through the sheer outfit he wore; that beautiful huge cock was hardly contained by the straining leather. Yet even though it was clear that Vader was deeply aroused, he seemed completely in control of himself. Luke thought this deeply unfair, too, but refrained from saying so out loud this time.

"I believe you still require punishment from before for being distracted. But first, I think I will have a taste of your lips," Vader said.

The Dark Lord leaned in and tried to force a kiss, but Luke turned his head to the side. He would see how Vader would like to feel a little “unfairness.” Vader hissed in annoyance. Luke smiled in triumph.

"Give me that mouth of yours, boy."

Vader gripped his chin harder and made Luke face him. Luke kept his lips firmly closed as Vader covered his mouth with his own. Vader tried to turn the kiss from closed to open-mouthed. Luke allowed him to think he had succeeded then nipped his father's lower lip for his trouble. Vader's head jerked back. A bead of blood welled up on his father's lip. The Dark Lord’s pink tongue mesmerized Luke as it snaked out and licked off the blood.

“You will grant me a kiss, little Jedi.”

"I see no reason why I would do so,” Luke taunted, knowing that it would only make his father up the ante, but he was so desperate to cum, he at least wanted to seem like he had held out until he was really “forced” into it.

Vader laughed. "Then let me show you a reason."

Vader extended his right hand to the side and drew over the paddle to it with the Force. Luke trembled. Gods, he knew what was coming. He remembered what it felt like when his father spanked him in the bath. He could never forget that. The burn and then the pleasure.

“Are you going to … paddle me?” Luke asked softly, his voice sounding breathless, and he tried to firm it up, but he wanted Vader to do spank him so badly even though it probably meant he would cum without his cock hardly being touched.

Something about what Luke had said or maybe how he had said it, had an arousing effect on the Dark Lord, too. Luke watched as Vader adjusted his twitching cock, his golden eyes shutting for a moment as if the sight of Luke inflamed him too much. When he did speak, his voice was a dangerous low purr, as he said, “You have no one to blame for this punishment but yourself, Skywalker. You have proven intractable to oral persuasion. Perhaps the strength of my arm can do the trick.”

As Vader began to slink around him, out of Luke’s vision, the boy’s senses prickled, he felt the hair on his body rising, goosebumps forming, as he anticipated the first blow. He wondered almost hysterically if his father had actually ever paddled a prisoner into submission before. Jealousy ran through him at the thought and he wanted to laugh and shout at the same time.

When the first blow did come, all thought stopped. Luke heard the paddle whistling through the air then the solid smack of it hitting his buttocks followed by the warm rush of pleasured pain. His body arched like a bow. The second and third were close in succession and he was biting his lip so hard it bled. The fourth blow made him cry out. His ass was on fire, the flesh tender and hot. His cock was bobbing up and down with each blow, raining precum on the floor. The fifth blow took his breath away and he opened his mouth wide in a cry of pleasure and need for air. That was when Vader swooped in for the kiss he sought. Luke found himself helplessly responding. His father’s tongue was stroking the roof of his mouth, claiming him, as his ass throbbed and stung.

His cock was so hard. He wanted to come, to spurt his seed all over his father’s outfit, mark it with his scent and something of his DNA, as if that would ward off all others who would try to get close. Luke forgot he was supposed to be resisting and sucked on his father’s tongue as if he needed it to live. He thrust his cock against Vader’s hip. The friction was so good. Just as he felt his balls tighten up against his body ready to release his seed, his father set a Force tendril around the base of his cock replacing his own frayed one. Luke cried out his frustration into his father’s mouth.

“It seems I got my kiss after all,” Vader said as he drew back for a breath. “More than one in fact.”

“You cheated. It was not a true victory,” Luke said, hearing the petulance in his own voice as he was still aching to have release.

“Any victory in the end is a true one. But this was merely a battle, not the war, so do not be too upset with yourself. You lose so beautifully.” Vader then almost crooned, “Do you want to cum, little Jedi? Hmmm?”

Luke wanted to scream, YES, but he knew he couldn’t surrender yet, but gods, he wanted to. He shook his head, unable to form the words.

Vader snorted. “Such a little liar, but your body is not so good at deceiving me, is it?”

The Dark Lord reached down and tugged at Luke’s turgid cock. Luke whimpered.

“Are you certain you don’t want your release, Skywalker? One word … one little word and I’ll …” Vader leaned in, his breath hot and like a caress against Luke’s cheek, “I’ll use my hands and mouth to make you cum.”

Luke jerked in his chains. His father’s lips brushed feathery light touches against the hypersensitive skin of his neck as the Dark Lord continued to describe what Luke could have if he just gave in.

“If you just say the word, I’ll stroke you hard from root to tip. I’ll caress your sweet balls. And then suck on the head of your cock, my tongue dragging across the slit, probing at it to make you give me more of your essence while I push up with my fingers at that sensitive spot just behind your balls. Then I’d begin to take you into my mouth, follow that swollen vein on the underside with my tongue, and just … swallow you whole.”

Luke gave another inarticulate cry. His father’s words and voice and his lips that just caressed Luke’s skin as he drew them ever so lightly over Luke’s body were like desire given physical form. He couldn’t take much more.

Vader reached around and began massaging his still tender buttocks. Luke gave a muffled moan. The flesh was still so sensitive from the paddling, but his father’s touch felt so good. He hoped and dreaded that Vader would touch the entrance to his body. Luke shook as his father’s fingers did just that and traced the pucker’s outer edges lightly.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, Skywalker,” Vader said. He drew his hands away from Luke’s bottom but only to suck on his own fingers, wetting them until they were shiny with spit. “Can you imagine how it’ll feel with my cock thrusting into you?”

As if to punctuate his point, he pushed one slick finger inside Luke’s passage.

“Please!” Luke cried out.

“Please what?”

Luke pictured Jabba the Hutt, the Emperor, those slimy Mynock things Leia had told him about. Any non-sexy thoughts that would drive out the need for his father to fill him and for his own seed to spray in endless gushes out of him. But nothing was working. His cock hurt he was so hard.

“Please what? Are you telling me you want to come?”

Luke nodded his head.

“You must say it aloud. Tell me what you want,” Vader instructed, his lips so close to Luke’s that he drew in his father’s air with every breath.

“I want …”

“Yes?”

“I want to cum,” Luke said softly, his head hanging. “Please.”

Vader gave a wicked smile as he said, “Then you shall.”