Darth Vader awaits him

Luke recoils in horror as he sees the ghostly apparition of Darth Vader emerge from the shadows, his labored breathing shaking throughout the corridor. The youth stumbled back awkwardly as his villain approached, quickly turning on his lightsaber and letting the cyan light illuminate them both. “Vader,” hissed Skywalker as he pointed his weapon at the man.

So much anger boiled beneath his skin, blood rising as he saw that hideous mask glare back at him; that insidious figure reminded him of the last time he had seen Ben, his former master, get struck down by the red saber and disappear into nothingness. Oh, his rage was taking over him and his brain was offering little resistance. The Jedi wanted **** for what had happened to his master, to his aunt and uncle, to his father. Luke could feel an erection coming on from all the sudden heat of his blood. “You will pay for what you have done,” he warned as he defensively raised his weapon.

“You are mistaken.”

Vader raised his hand and called for the lightsaber out of Luke’s right hand, sending the instrument flying into the shadows of the forest. Frozen in shock of this apparition’s powers, Skywalker stood completely still as sweat began to glisten down his face. “You should have heeded the words of your master, Skywalker. Your weapons are not needed here,” Vader said sternly as he used the **** to pry off his belt completely and unfastening the fly of his pants. With a precise motion with his index finger, Luke’s pants were pushed down to his thighs, leaving the Jedi completely bare except for a slim pair of bulging white underpants.

“I would very much like to see the prize of the Skywalker line,” his nemesis said with interest, brushing his finger in a circular motion which caused the briefs to slide downward. Luke’s face was totally red and flushed as he stood there naked in front of the Sith Lord, exposed in the most humiliating way possible. He instantly reached for his underwear and pants and attempted to tug them back up - but before he could, Vader’s other hand rose and clenched into a fist. Luke felt all of his muscles freeze and refuse to act to his will - every part of his body seemed to be locked in place except for his eyes and mouth.

“W-What have you done to me?”

“I must admit, you are a disappointment,” hissed Vader with glee as he walked toward the frozen youth. His mask was looking downward toward Luke’s exposed flesh, marveling the manhood of his captive. The Sith Lord raised his hand and wrapped it around Luke’s penis, the entire length of the sex fitting into his fist. The uncircumcised cock twitched in his hand, as if enjoying the attention it was receiving. “Your father, Anakin Skywalker, was much bigger than that pathetic display. By the time he was in his late-teens, he had won the body and heart of the greatest woman of the galaxy. You have won nothing.”

“Shut up,” begged Luke as he closed his eyes, grimacing at the cruel words being thrown his way and shuddering at the rough glove massaging his cock. But as much as he wanted to deny what the Sith accused him of, he couldn’t. Skywalker was a twenty-three year old virgin who never so much had anyone else touch his sex prior to this. That thought - align with the taunting Vader was doing regarding his father - made him want to vomit in disgust.

“Indeed, it must be difficult for one so small. Your mind is so easily read - your thoughts dwell on the Princess Leia. How you lust for her. Oh, yes, I can sense every touch you ever gave, every cry that ever exhausted from your lips. You wanted to claim her as your own - but were always too afraid to act. Yes, I see now, that smuggler friend of yours. Han Solo. You look to him as a companion but also with intense rivalry; you know that Leia has feelings for him and you know that you cannot compare sexually. I can verify that you wouldn’t.”

“Please stop this,” Luke cried, tears beginning to form out the corners of his eyes. Everything that Vader had said was true - he knew that his four inches would never compare to Han’s seven; his sex life stillborn next to the conquests of Solo. The youth wanted to cry out for his master for help but he was too humiliated.

Darth Vader slithered his way around Luke and towered behind him. He could feel his own heart stop as he heard a wrestling sound and then a clasping motion bristle close to his skin. “Your lustful mind keeps you from honing your skills in The ****,” he hissed into his ear. Luke felt a fleshy length crush against his ass - Vader’s cock - and his eyes widened in panic. “So I will take that from you and claim you as a princess would.”

Luke howled in agony as the cock stabbed him from behind, pushing in so deep that he could feel what must have been Vader’s armor. The Sith Lord kept himself sheathed inside Luke for a solid minute before slowly pulling himself out, only to push back in, delicately enough that Skywalker started to get used to the motion, as much as that disturbed him. In fact, the feeling was starting to become pleasurable. The thrusts were now more passionate and swifter, probing as deep and hard into Luke’s ass as he could manage. ****, his own cock was getting harder.

His penis pulsated and throbbed despite no hand touching it - with each pounding that Vader gave him, more droplets of semen began to slide out of his slit. Luke hates himself for his body enjoying this great desolation - it made him physically sick and nearly made him throw up. “I.. won’t give in to you,” Luke groaned, trying his hardest to tighten around the length that was robbing him of his manhood. He had to resist; as a Jedi, as a rebel, as a Skywalker, as a man, he had to hold on as much as possible. Trust the ****.

“Yes, you will.”

Skywalker began to scream as he found Vader going full speed into him, pounding again and again until it just became too much for him to take. Luke’s four inch length vibrated in the air as semen shot out of his slit, flying feet away from them both and spraying the entire area around him. As Luke continued to be milked, he felt a grotesque pain in his guts as Vader bellowed behind him, his speed slowing down to match Luke. “You have been claimed by the Dark Side,” hissed Vader as he unsheathed himself from the poor youth, freeing him from his spell and causing Luke to fall to the floor in tears and disgust. “You are weak.”

“I am weak,” Luke cried out, his left hand holding onto his softening sex as he rocked himself on the ground, his pants and underwear still down to his thighs. He heaved and choked back sobs as he tried to understand this horrible violation. That sickening breathing of Vader soon disappeared, leaving no sound in the corridor except for his own feeble cries.

“Skywalker.”

Through tear-filled eyes, Luke looked behind him to see Master Yoda standing there, a grave frown adorned on his face. Despite being in emotional pain, he **** himself up from the ground to face his master, his left hand still cupping himself. He pulled up his underpants and fatigues, both stained from his seed, and tried his best to put on a brave face to Yoda.

“He did terrible things to me.”

“There was no he,” Yoda said with a heavy sigh, shifting his weight onto his cane and turning to the side. “What you saw was not Vader. Projection, it was. Manifestation of your greatest fears, it was. Warned you were on the dangers of the Dark Side and still you ignored my warnings. Your weapons you did not need. There has been enough teaching for today. Failed, you have.”

Luke stood there stupidly as Yoda began hobbling away from him, pondering this horrifying vision he had just witnessed. Though a vision it was, the trauma persisted. Once his master was totally out of sight, he closed his face into his hands and let out an agonizing sob to his failure and how easily he allowed the Dark Side to claim him.