Obi-Wan was fed up. He had cajoled, teased, shouted. Nothing
seemed to make Qui-Gon act on his desire.
Hell, short of jumping in front of him butt naked I don't
know what to do.
He grinned wickedly. Now there's a thought...
"Obi-Wan."
He jolted. Qui-Gon stood above him at their workstation.
"Oh! Good afternoon, Master" he stood and bowed abruptly.
Deep blue eyes twinkled. "Sorry if I startled you, padawan. I
thought perhaps you were ready to eat."
A small smile quirked at the corner of his mouth.
I definitely want to eat, Master.
"That would be great. I'm practically starved."
"Then let's eat. I've prepared Ter'l stew with fresh biscuits.
Good on a cold day such as this."
Obi-Wan stood, nodded. And I need something for a cold
bed.
They ate heartily. The stew was good.
Obi-Wan sipped his tea. "Master...I must bring up this subject
again. The other day when I approached you I was turned aside.
Why?"
Qui-Gon steepled his hands in a meditative pose. "You know why,
Obi-Wan. We have discussed this. The Code strictly forbids
bonded relationships between Masters and Padawans."
Green eyes were bright. "But what do you want?"
The regal features tightened. "I...what I want is not an issue.
As Jedi, we must abide by the tenets. You know that."
Obi-Wan took up a big hand across the table. "Can you honestly
say that you don't want me?" he looked through long red lashes.
Control, Qui-Gon. "It is not simply a matter of what I
want. I've considered the possibility of separate quarters now
for over a year."
Obi-Wan was stunned. "But...why? There's no need for it!"
Qui-Gon looked away. "It may be necessary. We're having too
many of these discussions as of late."
Emerald eyes narrowed. Score hit for me. "So separate
quarters will solve the problem? As long as you burn in my soul
it will make no difference!"
"Stop this talk!"
Obi-Wan felt his skin grow hot. "I can't. We've gone around on
this too many times, Master. Sometimes I think you humor me!"
Qui-Gon was speechless, staring at the beauty in front of him.
"I should-" he shifted forward. The powerful body flexed to
move.
"Yes!" plump lips challenged.
Qui-Gon shook his head slowly. "We're both mad. How could you
even think... do you have any idea how much I want
you??"
Obi-Wan felt his heart pound. "Then...make love to me!" he
nearly shouted.
Qui-Gon reached out quickly, covering his mouth. "Keep your
voice down! Master Irvein is but a corridor away in his private
study!"
Obi-Wan bounded into his arms with the speed of a cat.
"I'll make plenty noise soon enough" the fine face was flush.
"You want what I want..."
The strong jaw clenched. Qui-Gon leaned into him, touching
noses.
"Listen to me now" he whispered. "This is insanity. You cannot
forget that you are Jedi first and foremost. There are no rules
against pleasure, but the Code..."
Obi-Wans' eyes were closed as their faces pressed. "Damn the
Code. Do you think we're the only Jedi who have struggled with
this dilemma?"
Qui-Gon pulled off a little. "Probably not. But there are no
known cases of violations either. Alternatives exist..."
Obi-Wan yanked back. "Alternatives...what? You mean seeking out
others?"
Qui-Gon nodded, his breathing ragged. "Yes. Some have been
known to visit such places of pleasure for-"
"You mean bordellos? Sex ports?!" Obi-Wan was nearly shouting
again.
Qui-Gon stood rigid. "I'm not necessarily recommending it,
but-"
Obi-Wan pushed away. "Some alternative! If I just wanted a roll
in the hay I'd have gone down to the waterfront or a nearby cat
house!"
Qui-Gons' famous temper flared. "So be it, padawan. Do as you
will. But the Code remains inviolate."
Obi-Wan was redfaced. He suddenly felt the need for air.
"If there are no duties to be assigned, I would leave awhile"
his voice was low, barely controlled.
"We must resolve this" Qui-Gon snapped. The blue eyes were
stormy.
"Resolve what. The alternative is absurd and ridiculous in my
mind" Obi-Wan retorted. "I hope I never reach such a level of
control that love doesn't matter!"
He turned on his heel and stormed out. Qui-Gon seethed in
silence, fists clenched at his sides.
Qui-Gon raged in private. Arrogant brat. You don't have a
clue, do you?!
He paced restlessly across the living room floor.
Were I the Qui-Gon of old, I would just take you and damn
the consequences. But a Master cannot be so reckless. We would
both be cast out of the order.
He folded his arms, staring out the window. You are so
beautiful. Your skin, your body. A soul wild and free. I would
touch that fire and burn with you. The Council has never
understood me. Come back, Obi-Wan.
"You would see the true Qui-Gon" he whispered to himself.
Obi-Wan sat in the park, thinking about his future. A future
that wasn't clear by any means.
What use knighthood without my love? Could he be concerned
that a relationship would detract me from my first session of
trials?
He watched birds fly overhead in the cloudless sky.
I can't accept his solution. Does he not burn? Whatever
happened to the defiant Qui-Gon who challenges all that he
meets?
The brooding was getting him nowhere. He made a decision.
He'll have to throw me aside. I'll not turn away this time.
His blood boils every night, I can feel it.
Grinning with a wicked resolve, he headed for the nearest
transport stop.
Qui-Gon utilized every mental relaxation technique he could in
an attempt to calm his mind and body. He had mixed success.
Going into the living room he decided to watch a movie.
He idly watched the screen as he scrolled through the stations,
desperately trying not to think of the possibilities with
Obi-Wan.
Damn you...sexy hotpot. I swear I should just pounce on you
when you get back...
Obi-Wan took so long getting back he ate dinner downtown. But
he didn't go home empty-handed.
He slipped inside the dimmed hallway.
Master must be asleep. Good.
He quietly peeped into the bedroom. Qui-Gon was indeed asleep,
long frame sprawled across the bed wearing nothing but a sleep
shirt that barely went past his hips. The long mane was loose
and everywhere.
Obi-Wan licked his lips. How very nice he enjoyed
looking at the rounded buttocks peeking out underneath,
accenuated by the thick thighs.
Hanging his cloak in the hallway he went into the bathroom with
his package. He removed several items, placing them on the
counter top.
A pair of plexisteel handcuffs, two leather straps. Scented
oil. Patent leather leg boots with a matching cock sleeve, open
at the top. A leather studded collar.
Tonight this padawan gets what he wants. Game over.
Sliding out of his pale tunic and earth tone pants, he prepared
for more nocturnal activities.
Qui-Gon had a strange dream. His hands felt tight, his body too
warm and wet. Groggily he opened his eyes.
"Hughh..."
As his vision cleared he discovered he couldn't move. He was
handcuffed to the bed on his back. He was also nude.
"What the force??!!" he nearly shouted, looking around the
empty room. In vain he tried to pull himself up.
A figure came into view under the dim lighting. Obi-Wan.
Dressed in shiny boots and cock sleeve, wearing a studded
collar. Golden body glistening and flexing with muscle. The
long braid curled around his neck, hanging down the shapely
chest.
Qui-Gon was nearly speechless. He found his voice. "What means
this!!" he bellowed.
Obi-Wan stood back, playing with his nipples. "Hi. Came back
late, thought we could party."
Once again, Qui-Gon attempted to pull free of the handcuffs.
Such was his strength the bed rocked forward.
"Are you insane! Take these off of me!"
Obi-Wan turned around, showing his buttocks. He bent over,
slowly wiggling his hips. "Want this, don't you?" he crooned,
holding his cheeks wide and flexing his anus.
Despite his anger, Qui-Gon broke a sweat. "Obi-Wan, you will
regret this" he breathed.
"This is not a night for threats, lover" Obi-Wan sat on his
stomach. He wiggled his ass on Qui-Gons' belly.
"Guhhhh" Qui-Gon felt lush balls pressed into his groin. "Damn
you-" he hissed.
"Shh" a hot mouth found his nipples, taunting them with cat
like licks.
Blue eyes rolled back. "Why...why are you doing this?" Qui-Gon
rasped. He was definitely sweating now.
The mouth suckled his teats, hard. Qui-Gon cried out, pleasure
fogging his mind.
/Like it?/ Obi-Wan slopped away.
Groan. "Yessss."
The mouth pulled off. Obi-Wan straddled his chest, stroking his
cock tip over Qui-Gons' swollen nipples.
Eyes lidded, Qui-Gon watched him move. Ghods, he's so
hot...
His own thick shaft bounced up against Obi-Wans' back. Hips
lifted.
"Obi-Wan..." he gasped. His chest was burning from friction.
The smooth shiny leather and hot flesh were driving him crazy.
Green eyes blazed with lust.
"Still angry, lover?" Obi-Wan rocked over him, sliding on his
chest faster and faster. A red tongue curled out.
"NO! Just do it!!" Qui-Gon shouted, head thrown back. He
couldn't take any more.
Crying out, Obi-Wan shot over the chest peaks, cream striking
the handsome face. He milked himself slowly, pushing the soft
head into Qui-Gons' mouth.
Qui-Gon swallowed heartily, slupping over the slick leather
cock sleeve. His body let go suddenly.
"Uggh!!" strong hips jerked while he had a mouthful of cock.
Qui-Gon fired his own stream up Obi-Wans' back, heavy cock
banging against the crack.
Qui-Gon tasted the thick juice over his mouth. "Hmmm" the deep
voice rumbled. His eyes closed. "Delicious."
Obi-Wan leaned forward, panting in his ear. "Liked that, did
you? I will do things to make you blow all night" hot tongue
teased an ear.
Qui-Gon turned his head, attempting to capture the wet mouth.
"You little...get these cuffs off me and I'll show you-"
"Mmmmmmm."
Moist lips locked in a hot kiss. /Want it, don't you?/
//Yes...yes, Obi-Wan I want it!! I want to ravage you, make you
mine...//
Gasping, Obi-Wan pulled free of the kiss. The intensity of the
mental contact nearly shattered his shields. Breathing heavily,
his tongue hung out.
Qui-Gons' eyes were slitted, the mane tousled. "Look at
me, Obi. You think to touch my mind and pull out? I
never pull out."
Sweating, they stared at each other. "I don't doubt it" Obi-Wan
managed. "But we've both been denied too long. No more" the
spiky head lowered, kissing the big body. Strong hands squeezed
the thick thighs and arms.
The lips were sweet. Qui-Gon arched, moaning softly. "At
least...let me reciprocate some."
"No. You've had your say. Now we do it my way" he
pinched Qui-Gons' balls, which were beginning to swell again.
"Akk!! Wench!" the hands tweaked his nipples, twisting them.
Qui-Gon squirmed, rolling and lifting off the mattress.
Breathing hard, Obi-Wan watched him with hooded eyes. Qui-Gon
made a magnificent slave, the big body muscled and rippling.
Masculine features strong and well defined, the perfect teeth
bared in pleasure. And that hair. Thick, long and everywhere, a
train that clung wetly on hot skin. Deep bronze nipples
strained to his touch. Obi-Wan sampled their flavor. He licked
upward, tongue teasing in an armpit. Qui-Gon yanked up.
"Oooohaaaahhh...ghods, Obi!"
Obi-Wan sucked along the short beard, down on the adam's apple.
Muscled arms strained against the handcuffs. Obi-Wan inhaled
strong musk and sweat. The scent made him hard.
"Want to taste...nmphf...you down there..." the spiky head went
down on him. Slurping, sloppy noises as Obi-Wan swallowed the
thick shaft.
Qui-Gon panted, eyes unfocused. His body burned, skin tingled.
Hips rolled, arched up.
//Whatever, do whatever you want...//
/I will. You are mine./
A slap on his thigh. "I will turn you over now."
Qui-Gon could barely think. The muscled body slid off of his.
Obi-Wan sidled underneath him on the edge of the bed, forcing
Qui-Gon to straddle his lap.
Obi-Wan slipped on a patent leather glove. "Have you ever been
spanked, Qui-Gon?" fingers teased along the crack.
"No...never" the deep voice was ragged. "One day I will return
this favor, you snekt."
Obi-Wan squeezed the muscled buttocks. He poured oil over them,
massaging it in. "I know. But tonight is mine. As are you" he
slapped the fine ass hard.
"Obi-Wannnn!!"
The hand struck repeatedly, first one cheek then the other.
Soon they were both red and stinging.
Qui-Gon heard himself cry out, anger and humiliation giving way
to desire. Obi-Wan pulled out a thin leather strap from his
boot. He whaled away while Qui-Gon yelled and bounced on his
lap.
"Like it!" Obi-Wan shouted. "Say it!"
"Gagghhh!!"
Obi-Wan struck harder, noting with satisfaction the growing
erection pressing against his thigh.
Qui-Gon sweated heavily, rivers running down his back. His
groin ached, his balls hurt.
"I think you like this, Qui-Gon. Am I making you come, lover?"
Qui-Gon hissed through his teeth, arching and thrashing under
the painful blows. Painful and...stimulating. His ass felt hot,
but good. The damp train of hair fell away from his back
towards the floor.
"Ghods, YES!!" he shouted. "More...do me!!"
His own pulse racing with excitement Obi-Wan obliged him,
swatting the perfect ass hard with the strap. Their cocks
bumped and rubbed over his lap.
"Haghhh...ughhh" Obi-Wans' eyes closed as his own hips rocked
underneath. He was nearly done himself. The sight and feel of
that body sweating and heaving was too much. Qui-Gons' rump
quivered and shook from the pounding, turning deep red.
Obi-Wan plunged two fingers inside with one hand, pumping hard
and hooking them in the hot channel. Qui-Gon shouted his name,
bouncing wildly now. Two big cocks flopped over each other,
sliding along leather covered thighs. Obi-Wan quickly wrapped
the thin strap around the heavy balls and yanked. Hard.
Qui-Gon screamed, nearly bouncing them both to the floor. He
fired a pool of thickness into Obi-Wans' lap. It was too much.
Obi-Wan rocked wildly, spewing cum underneath, down his leather
boots.
Their minds touched, twined. They collapsed on the bed,
blacking out.
How long they were out neither one could say. Qui-Gon opened
his eyes blearily, shivering. He lay along the edge of the bed.
Obi-Wan was underneath him, sprawled on his back.
Now while the wench sleeps, I can concentrate on these
cuffs. We'll see who gets what now.
It took considerable effort due to mental fatigue, but he
managed. The cuffs popped free from his wrists.
Qui-Gon looked at his lover. Obi-Wan glistened, legs thrown
wide on the bed. The soft skin had a sheen that complemented
the glossy shine of the leather. The lush, muscled body was
flush with heat. He felt himself growing hard again.
He licked his lips appreciatively. Nice. Now he will find
out why I am Master.
He stroked the smooth forehead. Green eyes popped open
instantly.
"Wha-"
"Do as I say" the deep voice commanded, as Qui-Gon stroked
himself.
Obi-Wan panted, staring at the erection. It was impressive.
"Qui-Gon" Obi-Wan was glowing. His breath was harsh, stomach
clenching.
Qui-Gon straddled his head. "Take it. All of it" he pressed the
thick head into Obi-Wans' mouth.
"Ugllph" fine jaws opened and closed over the massive shaft.
Qui-Gon guided the spiky head as Obi-Wan sucked.
"Aaah."
Obi-Wan couldn't move on his own. What's he done to me?
he thought foggily as his own body responded to Qui-Gons' need.
Qui-Gon ground his pelvis into the fine face. Heavy balls
bounced off Obi-Wans' cheeks.
"Mmm" Qui-Gon growled. "I love your tongue."
"Gllkkk" Obi-Wan's mouth was full. His own cock swelled
underneath. His body pricked with heat.
Qui-Gon yanked up, hips shaking. The lions' head fell back as
he spewed into the hot mouth. Thick cream spilled from the
sweet lips, over and down the chin. Obi-Wan slupped greedily.
Gasping, he fell back on the bed.
"C-can't move my arms or legs" his cock stood stiffly. "You've
done something to me..."
Qui-Gon sat back, smiling. "You can do anything I tell
you to do."
Obi-Wan attempted to smile. "Guess...this is payback, huh?"
Qui-Gon reached forward, stroking his face. "More than you
know, my love. I warned you that you'd pay" he smiled
dangerously. "Now you will."
Obi-Wan lay on the bed helplessly, chest heaving with sweat.
"Please..."
Smiling wickedly Qui-Gon reached for the bottle of oil on the
nightstand. Popping the cap he generously poured it over his
lover. Pools of the thick liquid welled over the lush body,
puddling over the chest and stomach, rolling down the groin and
thighs.
Qui-Gon eyed him lustfully. "So much to do, so little time" the
big hands massaged Obi-Wan hard. Rough and gentle strokes over
every square inch of skin. The full thighs were squeezed,
nipples pinched and pulled. A wide palm rubbed the soft balls
tightly.
Obi-Wan arched. His cock curled and lifted from his body.
"Want you...in me" he heaved, eyes closed in bliss.
"Careful what you wish for" the deep voice rumbled. He plunged
fingers up the warm channel.
"Uughh..."
"Like that?" Qui-Gon twisted his hand further. The long fingers
probed deeply.
"How about...this??" he hit a spot.
"QUI-GON!!" hips flew off the mattress.
Qui-Gon wouldn't release him. He continued to tickle inside
Obi-Wan's ass.
Obi-Wan squirmed, sweat popping out on his forehead. The
padawan braid was plastered across his nipples. He rasped for
air, hips grinding and rolling into the bed.
"Please...want it...give it to me already!!"
Qui-Gon withdrew his fingers, picking up one of the thin
leather straps. He licked the wet belly.
"I'll give it to you, alright."
He slid the leather strap across the oiled body, teasing
between the thighs and then...
Crack!
"AAUGH!!"
"Love that. You'll get more."
"Ghods..."
Crack! over the thighs again.
"p-please, I...AKK!!" over the stomach this time.
Qui-Gon returned the favor in full measure. He strapped across
the full thighs, hard. Obi-Wan moaned, sinking into the
mattress. His cock swelled with each stroke.
Qui-Gon grinned, voice thick with lust. "What's this?" he
pulled the rigid flesh. Curling the strap he whacked across the
tender sacs, watching with satisfaction as they reddened and
puffed as well.
Obi-Wan groaned in his throat, thrashing and jerking wildly.
His stomach clenched as the strokes moved up, stinging his
nipples.
"Beg" Qui-Gon insisted. His free hand slapped the sides of
Obi-Wans' ass.
Eyes slitted, wet with sweat and oil Obi-Wan begged. He didn't
care anymore.
"Feels so good...please...OOH!"
Qui-Gon stroked his nipples mercilessly with the strap. They
poked, swollen and abused. His cock began to drain.
"Did I tell you to come yet?" Qui-Gon gripped the root of the
shaft, yanking it into submission.
Obi-Wan yelped, rocked up again. It hurt good. "No, Master!"
"Good. On your stomach."
Obi-Wan rolled over, blood pounding in his ears. His balls were
bursting, swaying underneath. Body tingling as heat raced in
his veins.
Qui-Gon snaked a tongue along the crevice, kissing the lush
ass.
"Hmm. Honey" he teased the strap between the cheeks, rubbing it
back and forth along the ridge, down between the heavy balls.
"Oh...oh yes" Obi-Wan breathed, body on fire.
Crack!
"Yes!!"
Qui-Gon lashed the plump cheeks and thighs mercilessly. He
thrust the cheeks wide open, hitting the anus with more
strokes. Obi-Wan shouted his name, bouncing and begging for
more as his backside burned and reddened from the blows.
Qui-Gon was sweating heavily. The lions' mane clung wetly to
his back. He pulled himself rapidly, as clear fluid ran from
the soft tip.
"This is how much I want you, Obi" he gasped. "I would make you
mine. Will you let me in, and be touched?" the voice was rough
and needy.
Obi-Wan moaned in sweet agony, his puckered opening clenching
and flexing. He trembled on all fours.
/Don't you know...I've wanted this. Wanted you. Love me
forever!/
//Always.//
Throwing the strap aside, Qui-Gon plunged into the tight heat.
Obi-Wan gripped him, rocking back.
/Touching...beloved/
//Be one with me//
Qui-Gon pounded the shaking cheeks. They came together,
wracking and shouting each others' names. Tendrils of the force
bound their souls as they burst in pleasure.
Qui-Gon collapsed over his lover. They panted heavily, waiting
for their minds and bodies to calm.
Obi-Wan rolled over carefully. He was achy and sore, his body a
raw nerve.
"Qui-Gon" the green eyes were soft.
The lions' mane tangled across the handsome face. "Yes,
beloved. We are bonded."
Obi-Wan stroked the short beard. "I wanted this for so
long...just amazed it finally happened."
Qui-Gon lunged forward, claiming his mouth in a sloppy kiss. He
nearly sucked breath away.
Obi-Wan glowed. Words wouldn't come.
"I love you" Qui-Gon held his face. "And I don't care who knows
it."
The high cheeks were flushed. "You mean...you'd go to the
Council?"
Qui-Gon held him tight. "If that's what you wish."
Obi-Wan thought it over. "Wait, beloved. Don't act in haste.
I've only two years until my trials, and-"
A long finger lay on his lips. "You would live a secret for two
years, love?"
Obi-Wan stroked the muscled chest. "We must live our own lives.
And now that we're bonded, we've already committed a severe
breach of the Jedi Code. There is no turning back."
Blue eyes were stormy. "I don't fear the Council, Obi-Wan" his
blood was high.
Obi-Wan smiled gently. "And to think I believed you reticent
about challenging them on our love. I forget that Masters
cannot allow their emotions to rule their reasons" he paused,
smiling widely. "So they say."
Qui-Gon grinned at the implication. He leaned into the
cushions. "This is a special day for us. I won't spend it in
anger."
"Nor should you, my hot blooded lover."
They drew the sheets up about themselves, settling in.
"We'll still have to deal with the Council, Obi-Wan."
"Only if it becomes an issue. I don't kiss and tell" the
handsome face nuzzled in.
Mine. Qui-Gon thought possessively. Obi-Wan looked at
him gently, red lashes fluttering. Qui-Gons' heart turned over
at the sight.
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