WARNING: This story gets a little rough. No non-con sex but
definite B/D and humiliation, with a little S/M thrown in. If
rough sex squicks you, just hit the delete key now.
Summary: Obi-Wan makes some more discoveries about himself.
It had been weeks since that first fateful encounter. Obi-Wan
proved to be a generous, if shy, lover. Qui-Gon thought his
penchant for asking permission before proceeding might have a
bit to do with his encounter with Lord Randorf. In time, he
hoped the young man would overcome it. But for now, it was
somewhat sweet to be asked if it was all right before having
his cock sucked.
At the thought of Lord Randorf, Qui-Gon fingered the small hank
of hair that now hung from his belt for all to see. The first
time he had worn it out of their quarters, Obi-Wan had been
mortified. The shorn place on the back of his head was still
quite noticeable, as was the bright blush he wore. They got
more than a few curious glances as they walked through the
Temple halls.
When another master commented quite rudely about it, in full
hearing of Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon stepped in quickly. The wave of
humiliation from his padawan was enough to have him quietly
snarling in the other man's face. Wisely, the errant master
apologized and made a hasty retreat.
Back in their quarters, Qui-Gon pulled his lover into his arms.
Obi-Wan held himself stiffly, his earlier humiliation still
fresh in his mind. Qui-Gon could not help the small laugh that
escaped him. Apparently, Obi-Wan still had a few lessons to
learn about his place in his lover's life.
"You belong to me, my pet," Qui-Gon soothed. "And I want
everyone to know it."
"Perhaps the next time you are bored in a Council meeting I can
drop to my knees for your use," Obi-Wan sniped back, his pride
and dignity demanding they be soothed.
"And what a lovely picture that would make, little whore,"
Qui-Gon answered back, his voice smooth as honey. "You on your
knees sucking me while the Council drones on around us. I just
might take you up on that."
"Master..."
"You belong to me, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said sternly. "I own you.
And if I choose to display that ownership, you will be glad of
it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," came the dutiful, if somewhat subdued, reply.
Qui-Gon came back to the present reluctantly. His thoughts,
however, remained on his padawan. Since becoming lovers,
Qui-Gon was able to read the signs in the other man quite
easily. He could tell now when his lover needed to act out his
submissive desires. It appeared that the time had come again.
Thinking carefully, he decided on a plan for his Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan returned to their quarters to find Qui-Gon waiting for
him. The look on his master's face when he walked in the door
was one of anticipation. Obi-Wan looked to him quizzically only
to find himself suddenly flung against the far wall and held
there.
"I think you need another lesson in who you belong to, little
whore," he said as he moved toward the trapped man. Obi-Wan
struggled against the Force that bound him to the wall to no
avail. Qui-Gon watched with amusement. Obi-Wan loved putting up
a fight. In fact, he found the young man enjoyed it so much he
sometimes had to check to make sure he was not "truly"
fighting.
"We have a Council session in an hour," Obi-Wan said as Qui-Gon
stepped up to him and began to remove his clothing. Qui-Gon
took care not to tear the clothing as he removed it, but that
was all he did. His rough handling caused Obi-Wan to flinch a
time or two.
"I am aware of that, little whore," Qui-Gon replied. "An hour
is more than enough time for what I have planned. And
afterward, we will have as much time as I wish to take."
Leaving Obi-Wan pinned to the wall, Qui-Gon entered his bedroom
and returned carrying two items. Obi-Wan shuddered at the sight
of the plug, but it was the other item that caused him to
worry. It was a series of metal rings, five in all, each larger
than the next and connected with a leather strip. He had never
seen anything like it before and wondered just what his
imaginative master had in mind.
Obi-Wan did his best to relax as Qui-Gon set the plug aside and
moved in front of him with the other item. He knew his master
would never do anything to hurt him. Well, at least not hurt
him more than he wanted to be hurt. He knew Qui-Gon checked on
him constantly during these sessions, assuring himself that he
had not gone too far. The care he took seemed in direct
contrast to the things he did, things he forced Obi-Wan to do,
but it was not. And Obi-Wan knew it.
Qui-Gon stood before his padawan and ran his hands possessively
over the man's now naked body. He pinched the nipples roughly
until they stood out in hard peaks. Just as Obi-Wan's cock
started to harden, he reached down and slid the rings over it.
Four of the rings went over his cock, with the largest being at
the base and the smallest fitting just under the crown. The
largest ring went over his balls, pulling them down and away
from his cock. It was strange to feel his penis encased in
metal and leather. It was also quite erotic and as soon as his
erection started to grow he understood.
"It's called the Gates of Hell," Qui-Gon said conversationally.
"It's really quite painless as long as you don't get an
erection. And there's no way you can become fully erect with it
on."
Obi-Wan stared at him wide-eyed as Qui-Gon went back to playing
with his nipples. He moaned as the metal bit into his penis,
strangling it. Qui-Gon even went so far as to reach down and
caress his straining flesh, touching his cock and balls almost
lovingly.
Qui-Gon laughed out loud at the gurgling sound Obi-Wan made. A
quick check along their bond showed him that he had been right,
Obi-Wan had needed this badly. Dropping to his knees, he pulled
the metal and leather encased phallus into his mouth and
suckled it causing his lover to cry out.
"Please!" Obi-Wan begged as Qui-Gon sucked gently.
//Please what, little whore?//
"Please, let me come," Obi-Wan said aloud, far too distracted
to speak through the bond. "Please, Master."
//No, little whore. You are not going to come for a long, long
time. Perhaps not for days.//
"Master..." he gasped in shock.
//And I am going to fill you so full of my cum you will think
you will surely burst.//
Before Obi-Wan could reply, he found himself suddenly released
from the wall. Without missing a beat, Qui-Gon pulled the
startled man down and rolled him onto his stomach. Pulling his
hips up, Qui-Gon thrust inside him.
Obi-Wan stiffened, expecting pain from the sudden invasion, but
his master had prepared himself ahead of time and his slick
shaft slid in easily. It still hurt, but there was no real
injury. They had made that mistake before and apparently
Qui-Gon was not going to repeat it.
Even prepared, it was a punishing rhythm his master set and
Obi-Wan endured as best he could. In no time, though, the pain
turned to pleasure as his prostate was expertly stroked. He
could feel his shaft struggling to hardness only to be held
prisoner by unbending metal.
A sob tore its way out of Obi-Wan's throat as his master rode
him hard and fast. Qui-Gon's pelvis slammed into his ass as he
took his pleasure. The continual stimulation to his prostate
was a double-edged sword as the pleasure washed through him
followed swiftly by the pain. It was euphoric and Obi-Wan hoped
it would never end.
Qui-Gon could read his padawan's thoughts easily. He wished he
could give the young man what he wanted right now, but they had
places to go and people to see. Besides, he had much more in
store for his padawan. And making him wait would be half the
fun.
With a shout, Qui-Gon came, slamming home in his lover one last
time. He could feel his seed filling the younger man, a
sensation that always overwhelmed him. It was as if he were
pouring his soul into the beautiful body beneath him.
The feel of Obi-Wan trembling beneath him interrupted his
thoughts. He had rested a good deal of his weight on the
smaller man and he was feeling the strain. Even though Qui-Gon
no longer forced him to wear a Force inhibitor, Obi-Wan knew he
was forbidden to use the Force unless told to. Qui-Gon had no
doubt the boy would collapse first.
The Jedi master leaned back, supporting his weight on his own
knees, and called the plug over to him. He pulled out slowly
then quickly thrust the plug inside. Obi-Wan grunted at the
unexpected invasion. In their lovemaking he had forgotten about
the plug.
With a sigh, Qui-Gon stood and righted his clothes. Obi-Wan
remained where he was, face down on the floor. Qui-Gon spent a
moment taking in the sight of him, then noted the time.
"You had better hurry and get dressed, Padawan," he said with a
smile. "We have to be in the Council chamber in ten minutes."
"Are you going to take this off of me, my Master?" Obi-Wan
asked as he stood up, indicating his penis.
"No," Qui-Gon replied simply.
"Master?"
"You will wear both the plug and the harness until I tell you
different," Qui-Gon said, his voice firm. "And yes, that does
mean during our meeting with the Council."
"Yes, my Master," Obi-Wan replied meekly, his face turning red
at the thought.
"I want you standing there in front of them," Qui-Gon said as
he moved forward and took his lover in his arms. "with my seed
held deep inside your body, your manhood straining inside the
prison of my choosing. I want you there before them all as I
have made you. Will you do that for me, little whore."
"Yes, my Master," came the breathless reply. A deaf man could
have heard the adoration in it.
They stood before the Council and gave their report. Or rather
Qui-Gon gave their report while Obi-Wan stood dutifully beside
him. All the while, he could feel the plug nestled deep inside
his body and the steel rings encircling his cock. He was forced
to bite back a cry of pain as his master sent a wave of lust
along their bond and his body responded.
Mace Windu could tell something was going on. Qui-Gon had a
look on his face that could have made a eunuch blush. He had
seen that look on his friend's face many times in the past. It
could only mean one thing. Qui-Gon had acquired a new "toy".
And Mace had a good idea just who that new toy was.
Qui-Gon was quite pleased with his apprentice when they left
the Council chamber. Obi-Wan had behaved beautifully throughout
the entire briefing. He was also quite pleased with the Council
for once. It seemed all their hard work of late had been duly
noted. To show their appreciation, they were getting the next
week off. Qui-Gon could not keep the smile off his face at the
thought of an entire week to see just how far he could take his
beloved padawan.
They finally reached their quarters and Qui-Gon wasted no time
in pinning his padawan against the wall again. Obi-Wan grunted
in surprise. His clothes were once again stripped away, this
time with Force hands. Qui-Gon disappeared into his bedroom
again and what he came out with made Obi-Wan moan.
Qui-Gon moved to stand in front of Obi-Wan. He held up the
clamps and weights so the young man could see what was about to
be attached to his nipples. Smiling, he bent down and sucked
one rose-colored nipple to hardness.
Locking eyes with his lover, he placed the clamp on the stiff
peak of flesh and released it. The metal bit into the tender
skin and Obi-Wan inhaled sharply at the sudden pain. Qui-Gon
adorned the other nipple the same way then attached a small
weight to each. The extra weights pulled the clamps down
causing them to dig in even more.
Obi-Wan began to pant at the burning sensation coming from his
nipples. His cock was once more straining in its metal prison,
his balls aching at the continued denial. The thought that
perhaps Qui-Gon had no intention of ever letting him come
flitted through his mind, but he thrust it away. His master
would never be that cruel. He hoped.
Qui-Gon caught the stray thought and frowned. He was not so
sadistic as to keep this up for very long. He knew it was
painful. His padawan's trust in him calmed him somewhat. He
knew some small part of the younger man was still afraid of
never being given release and that was all right, too. As a
matter of fact, that would work just fine.
A knock at the door made Obi-Wan jump. He shot a wild-eyed look
at his master when the man casually walked to the door, leaving
him pinned to the wall. Surely the man was not about to invite
someone in with him exposed like this. But Qui-Gon did just
that. Obi-Wan flushed crimson as Master Windu walked into their
quarters.
"Very nice, Qui," Windu said as he focused his attention on
Obi-Wan. "I knew something was up in the Council chamber, but I
had no idea what. Was he trussed up like this then?"
"All but the clamps," Qui-Gon replied.
"May I?" Mace asked. He gestured to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon nodded
his consent.
Obi-Wan watched in mute shock as the other master came forward
and began to inspect him. He shuddered when Master Windu put
his hands on him, running them over his body as if it was his
right. He looked to his master, but Qui-Gon only smiled as he
watched.
When Windu reached down and stroked his penis, Obi-Wan hissed
in sudden pain. He tried to pull away, but the Force bonds held
him tight. Windu laughed at the man's struggles while he
continued to stroke and fondle him.
"Tell me, Qui," Windu said as he began to roll Obi-Wan's
testicles back and forth. "Is he really that sore or does he
just have a low pain threshold?"
"Actually, his pain threshold is quite high," Qui-Gon remarked.
He watched as Mace bent his head to tug on one of the clamps.
Obi-Wan did his best to stifle his cry of pain. He was not
entirely successful.
Mace's hands continued their exploration, stopping when they
came in contact with the plug. He turned his head to look at
Qui-Gon and the smug expression on the man's face confirmed
that the plug had been in place during the Council session as
well. Gripping the base firmly, he pulled it halfway out and
thrust it in again. The action earned him a moan from the bound
man so he repeated it.
"Don't pull it all the way out," Qui-Gon cautioned. "At least
not in that position."
"I see you still like your, um... lovers... to carry you with
them," Mace laughed.
"Yes," Qui-Gon answered. "And he is my lover, Mace. Make no
mistake about that. But right now, he's my little whore to do
with as I please."
"And does your little whore have any special talents?"
"He can suck cock like a dream," came the honest reply. "And
his ass is so tight I could fuck it for hours."
"Any chance I could..." Mace began only to be interrupted.
"No," came the soft reply. But there was an edge of steel in
the single whispered word and Windu knew better than to
question it. While he was more than willing to allow him to
touch this beautiful young man, that was apparently as far as
it was going.
"But you may watch, if you like," Qui-Gon continued.
Obi-Wan could not believe what he had just heard. He was
relieved that his master was not going to share him with Master
Windu. He did not want to give his body to anyone but Qui-Gon.
If his master wanted it though, he would service the Council
member in any way he was told. He just would not like it. But
to have Master Windu watch his humiliation was another thing.
He knew without a doubt that his master planned to humiliate
him utterly. He could tell it in the man's eyes. Allowing
another man to touch him so intimately was only the beginning.
Qui-Gon watched his lover as he took in everything that had
been said. He checked along their bond and found a jumble of
emotions from incredulity to arousal. The things he did not
find were fear, anger or refusal. He breathed a sigh of relief.
To stop now would make things difficult to begin again. But he
would not do something truly against Obi-Wan's will.
Mace took in the by-play between the master and his apprentice.
It was surprising, but it proved that Obi-Wan was definitely a
lover, not just some new diversion. He made himself a note to
ask Qui-Gon about it anyway. This was not a scene to be in if
the sub would not or could not safeword.
"Why don't you have a seat, Mace?" Qui-Gon offered. "I'd like
to start the show."
"Of course," the master replied. "But first..." Obi-Wan was
unprepared as Master Windu's mouth captured his own. He felt a
hot slick tongue slip past his lips and did not know whether to
respond or fight.
Mace chuckled and drew back as he felt the Force gathering
behind him. It was a warning and he knew it. He had pushed too
far, but the boy looked good enough to eat and he had wanted a
taste. The stormy look in Qui-Gon's eyes said there would be
hell to pay for that later. He acknowledged it with a nod of
his head and took his seat on the sofa.
All at once, Obi-Wan found himself free from the wall again
only to have his master's large body press him back into it. A
second tongue demanded entrance into his mouth and this time he
responded eagerly. Qui-Gon kissed him savagely until he could
no longer taste another man on his mouth.
When Qui-Gon pulled back Obi-Wan was flushed with perspiration.
He rocked a bit unsteadily on his feet so Qui-Gon scooped him
up and slung him over his shoulder. Walking back around the
couch to stand directly in front of Mace, he deposited his
burden on the floor.
"Suck," he commanded and Obi-Wan wasted no time in getting to
his knees and freeing his lover's erection.
Both men watched as Obi-Wan took his master's cock all the way
down. Qui-Gon cried out and thrust into the eager throat even
further, burying his hands in Obi-Wan's short hair. Mace
watched, too, as Qui-Gon set a rather brutal rhythm. He watched
as tears spilled down the young man's face as Qui-Gon's hard
penis slid completely down his throat. The man definitely had
not lied about the boy's cock sucking abilities.
Qui-Gon saw Mace snake a hand down to touch his own straining
erection. He smirked at the wanton display he and his lover
were making. Mace could consider only getting to watch part of
his punishment for kissing Obi-Wan against his wishes.
His attention was drawn back to the young man sucking his cock
as Obi-Wan took him all the way down then swallowed several
times, milking his cock with his throat. It was one of the most
intense sensations Qui-Gon had ever felt. He did not know how
the man had mastered it, but he would be grateful for the rest
of his life.
Reluctantly, he pulled out. Obi-Wan looked up at him in
confusion. Qui-Gon caressed his cheek softly but said nothing.
He wanted to see if the man would ask. He was pleased when he
did not. As good as Obi-Wan's mouth felt, it just was not where
he wanted to come. Not this time, anyway. And he wanted to
torment his lover a bit more first.
"I want you to go stand in front of Windu. Then lean down and
brace your hands on his shoulders. Keep your legs spread
apart," Qui-Gon instructed.
He waited as Obi-Wan complied with his orders. He could feel
the young man's apprehension. The position left him vulnerable
from behind. It also put his chest right at eye level for the
man beneath him.
"You may touch him in any way you want," Qui-Gon said to Mace.
"But you may not kiss him. If you kiss him again, you'll be the
one being punished. Do you understand."
"Yes, Sir," Mace replied, his eyes never leaving the young man
leaning over him so enticingly.
Qui-Gon stood back and watched for a moment as Mace released
his own cock to reach up and tug on Obi-Wan's nipple clamps.
The young man cried out at the painful sensations but remained
in position. Mace continued to tug on them roughly. He was
careful not to cause any tearing. He did not want to be on the
receiving end of Qui-Gon's discipline.
"May I use the Force?" he asked suddenly as inspiration struck.
"As long as it is not invasive," Qui-Gon replied after thinking
for a moment.
Mace nodded his agreement and concentrated. Obi-Wan began to
feel a tingling warmth as the metal on his nipples and penis
began to heat up. Soon the sensations were almost unbearable.
The metal burned into his already not and abused flesh and he
trembled with the strain.
Obi-Wan was on the verge of calling out when Qui-Gon stepped up
behind him and began to touch him. His master's hands on his
body soothed him slightly. Mace had once again started jerking
his own penis so Qui-Gon reached around to tug at the nipple
clamps. Obi-Wan moaned at the assault and shuddered.
"Do you have any idea how hot you look, little whore?" Qui-Gon
whispered in his ear. "Shaking and sweating, bent over another
man. Your ass thrust back just begging me to fuck it. I think I
will."
With no more warning, Qui-Gon reached down and pulled the plug
free. In one swift motion, he buried himself to the hilt in his
lover's loosened opening. Obi-Wan moaned as his body stretched
to accommodate the wider girth of his master's organ.
"I can feel my seed inside you, little whore," Qui-Gon said as
he started to thrust. "Held captive in your body on my whim.
Just like your own."
Obi-Wan groaned as he looked down into the face of Mace Windu.
Qui-Gon's words excited him. And truth be told, so did the
presence of the man beneath him. There was something
wonderfully degrading about getting fucked in the ass while
bent over another man. Especially if that man continually
touched and stroked you.
Obi-Wan could not help but lunge back as the sensations began
to overwhelm him. His master's hard thrusts as well as his
hands tormenting his aching nipples was maddening. Master
Windu's had started touching him again as well, stroking his
cock in time with his own. It was driving him insane. He felt
the need to come pulsing through his body making him whimper.
"You want to come, don't you, little whore?" Qui-Gon asked when
he heard the young man whimper.
"Yes, Master!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. "Please!"
"Why should I?" Qui-Gon whispered seductively. "You'll do
anything I say right now. You'd suck off Mace if I told you to.
Just to get to come."
"I'd have... have done that... before," Obi-Wan panted.
Qui-Gon's every thrust was bringing him into contact with his
prostate.
"So you want to taste his cock, little whore?" Qui-Gon asked as
he increased his rhythm. He could not hold out much longer and
he needed to finish this.
"N... nooo..." Obi-Wan moaned in reply. "But...but I would
have... for... you."
"Yes!" Qui-Gon cried out in answer to both Obi-Wan's statement
and his own sudden release.
Obi-Wan felt the rings surrounding his cock fly off and then he
was coming. Spurt after spurt of hot cum poured out of him as
Master Windu milked him expertly. He could feel his master's
cum filling his body even as his own left. It was strange, as
if Qui-Gon were cumming through Obi-Wan's body.
The incredibly erotic moment was more than enough to send Mace
over the edge as well. His own cock added to the sticky mess
that covered both his chest and Obi-Wan's. He felt an almost
irresistible urge to pull the young man down for a kiss, but
dared not, settling for a delicate caress instead.
Both masters felt the young man between them start to sag.
Qui-Gon quickly gripped him around he waist while Mace employed
the Force to hold him up as well. They could tell the young man
was dazed and simply held him in place until he was stronger.
"Almost done, love," Qui-Gon crooned as he picked the plug back
up from where he had dropped it.
"Master?" Obi-Wan whispered in confusion.
"I still want you to wear the plug," Qui-Gon said, letting the
small lapse go this time. "I told you I wanted to fill you with
my cum. I still plan to."
As gently as he could, Qui-Gon eased the plug inside. Obi-Wan
winced but did not move. Once the plug was firmly seated again,
Qui-Gon pulled him upright and turned to sit him on the couch
beside Mace. Kneeling down in front of him, he carefully
removed first the weights then the clamps from the tender
nipples. They were puffy and swollen with the left one sporting
a small spot of blood. Mace grimaced at that knowing he was the
one who had caused it and that Qui-Gon would make him pay
dearly.
"How do you feel?" Qui-Gon asked once Obi-Wan had recovered a
bit.
"Wiped out," he replied with a small grin.
"Are you up to continuing this?" Qui-Gon asked. He planned to
stretch this out for most of their week and needed to know if
his lover could take it.
"Right now?" he asked, not sure how much more he could take
without collapsing.
"No, not right now, love," Qui-Gon replied with a laugh.
"Perhaps in a few hours, but more than likely tomorrow
morning."
"Does the plug stay in until then?" he asked. It was not often
that Qui-Gon let him ask questions during one of their
sessions. He understood. It was his master's way of seeing just
how much his padawan trusted him.
"I'd like it to. But only if you think you can take it,"
Qui-Gon answered honestly. "I don't want to push you too far.
And I refuse to do you harm."
"I know, my Master," Obi-Wan said softly. "I think I'd like to
continue."
"Excellent." Obi-Wan could hear the note of pride in his
master's voice and it made his heart swell. "If at any time you
need to stop..."
"You will sense it in the bond," Obi-Wan assured him. "I trust
you."
"As I do you, my love," Qui-Gon said, then asked the same
question he did after every session. "Was it what you needed?"
"Yes, my Master," came Obi-Wan's reply. "May I ask something of
you?"
"You may ask, but I may not grant it."
"May I give him the kiss he wanted earlier?" Obi-Wan braved as
he turned to look at Mace Windu.
The man had been silent during the exchange between the other
two men. He was taken completely off guard by the padawan's
request. He had thought the man did not want to be kissed.
Apparently Qui-Gon thought the same and said so.
"He gave me what I needed, what I wanted," Obi-Wan replied.
"What he asks for in return is not much. I would like to share
that with him, if you would allow it."
Qui-Gon thought for a moment, then nodded his consent. Obi-Wan
began to move stiffly toward the other man, but Mace pushed him
back and came to him instead. He looked into the man's eyes,
needing to assure himself that this was not out of some sense
of payment. What he saw there told him it was not.
Slowly, he brought his mouth to cover Obi-Wan's. This time when
his tongue slipped inside, it was met and welcomed. Mace was
careful not to let his chest touch the man's beneath him. He
knew those nipples had to be quite painful right now and this
was not the time for pain. Finally, the kiss ended and he
pulled back. The look of contentment in Obi-Wan's eyes
reassured him yet again. With a look to Qui-Gon, he excused
himself to go and clean up, leaving the men alone together.
"You are a very beautiful man, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Qui-Gon
murmured as he sat down beside him and pulled his lover into
his lap.
"Thank you, Master. I do try to keep in shape for you," Obi-Wan
replied. He was surprised when Qui-Gon threw back his head and
laughed.
"I did not mean on the outside, love. Though that is quite nice
to behold, as well."
"Oh."
Mace walked out of the fresher and stopped at the sight on the
couch. Qui-Gon sat with his padawan draped across his lap. The
boy's chest was red and covered with cum from both of them. He
thought neither man had ever looked better. Or more at peace.
Without a word he left, closing the door behind him and leaving
them to each other.
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