warning: If you don't like serious, graphic stories I suggest
you skip this. Scenes of not all together consensual sex.( in
part two )
Summary: Obi-Wan's evening off, turns into a disturbing and
regrettable experience.
Disclaimer: All Lucas's....sniff sniff
Note: * denotes thought, / denotes telepathy July 16, 1999
HUGE THANKS: To my beta reader, * waves to Linda, Hey Grrl !!!!
* without her you guys would have been stumbling on spelling
errors and the such. *grins*
Obi-Wan awoke to the warmth of the morning sun on his face,
however nice it may have felt, it didn't compensate for the
fact that it was blindingly bright and had woken him from an
enjoyable dream. He lay in his adjoined quarters on Coruscant,
Qui-Gon in the next room. And by the sounds of it, already
awake and preparing the mornings meal. *Ugh*, he thought. *Only
one day off, and back to regular practice and routine.* They
had returned from a grueling mission on a swampy planet, where
the natives were obnoxious and the plant life tried to eat
them. The one good thing was that they had successfully cleared
tensions between it, and a neighboring planet, avoiding an
unpleasant outcome of feuding rivalries.
Obi-Wan stretched catlike on the bed, effectively pushing the
pillow and most of the covers onto the floor with a soft
'swoosh'. Yawning he took note of the grimy morning buildup in
his mouth, and with a disgusted "Ick. " He was up and heading
towards the bathroom. Fully showered, teeth brushed and feeling
awake and alive, Obi-Wan wandered into the main living area to
eat with his Master.
"Morning padawan, I trust you slept well? " Qui-Gon gave him an
inquiring look, impressed that he was already up on his own
accord without having to be woken.
"Last nights Arian ale, decided to leave me a reminder of its
presence." Obi-Wan made a show of grimacing and sticking out
his tongue to emphasis the pure nastiness of it.
"Ah, I see. Got up and then couldn't get back to sleep."
Qui-Gon grinned knowingly, calmly sipping his spiced tea when
glared at.
"I'll have you know I didn't even think it." Qui-Gon just
continued eating.
Knight Den'dri sat back on one of the benches wiping absently
at the drops of sweat across his brow. Instead his attention
was focused on the pair of jedi who were practicing hand to
hand combat on one of the gym mats. Watched as Qui-Gon faked a
move to the left, his student already twisting his body in
anticipation of the attack, ready to counter it. When the
taller man moved slightly to the right, crouching just enough
to kick out one strong leg, connecting behind Obi-Wan's knee.
Qui-Gon, immediately coming back up with frightening speed,
intending a surprise uppercut. This however the student
blocked, even while his leg traitorously buckled underneath
him, unable to regain his balance.
Qui-Gon didn't slow his attack one bit. While Obi-Wan struggled
to use his momentum to strategize a defensive move, Qui-Gon
grabbed an outstretched wrist and elegant neck, forcing his
padawan down onto his stomach. Where he pinned him mercilessly
to the floor. Den'dri couldn't hear the exchanged words, but
could see the serious nod Obi-Wan gave his Master, which turned
into a humorous grin as both men picked themselves off of the
ground, heading to the showers.
Den'dri let himself picture it him, who had straddled the
younger mans back. Holding both his wrists tightly in one hand,
and that long, kissable neck in the other. Though he wouldn't
have let him up as Qui-Gon had. Oh no, he would have had that
body bare, so his eyes could feast on the flawless skin. Would
have tasted the soft flesh, would have.
"Knight Den'dri... Sir?" He looked up at the person who had so
rudely interrupted his vivid fantasy. Sometimes being a Jedi,
was just plain boring.
Obi-Wan sat in his friends quarters, drinking and talking
wildly of some of the weirder missions he had gone on with his
Master. And listening to the other padawans tale of
accidentally getting lost on a mission in their hosts huge
palace.
"I'm tellin ya Kenobi, I must have been wondering those stupid
halls for hours. And after opening a door I thought would lead
into the living area and accidentally walking in on a personal
moment, if you know what I mean. I was afraid to open anymore
doors. "
"So when did you give up and ask for help? "
"When I remembered I was supposed to meet my lady friend in an
hour. A body's got to get ready for such engagements." The red
head broke into a wicked grin.
Obi-Wan had met Remy five years ago while watching two Masters
spar together in the arena. They had been instant friends,
keeping in touch over the years and getting together like now
when they were both on Coruscant. Remy was tall, standing at
6'2 with his short auburn hair, cut in the padawan style. He
was confident, charming and had rugged good looks. Strong jaw,
red eyes, a beautiful face and leanly muscled body. Although
Obi-Wan thought his friend extremely good looking and had even
slept with him on a few occasions, he admired his loyalty most.
"I say we go out, it's still early and I wouldn't mind a drink.
"
"Hey if I remember right, I believe you owe me dinner too."
Obi-Wan grinned mischievously.
"What the. . . Aqfina's birthday." Remy's brows unfurrowed as
his memory sprang into motion. Obi-Wan's grin only got bigger
while walking out the door, Remy in tow.
"I was drinking before you arrived, ya know. "
"Uh huh sure. That was by what, minutes?? "
"They were long minutes. . . " Remy gave Obi-Wan a serious
look.
"Hah! We know who can drink who, under the table my friend! "
"Was that a challenge I just heard? Did the disillusioned
Kenobi, just say he could out drink moi?? "
"Your going to regret this in the morning, Remy." Obi-Wan
grinned at his friend as they exited the Jedi Temple.
Morning arrived all to quickly for the young apprentice,
awaking to the tall figure of his Master, who stood staring
down at him with an expression of indulgence. Obi-Wan would
have nothing to do with it. And slowly pulled the sheets up
over his head and wiggled down into the blankets warmth.
"Your clock is wrong, there's got to be at least an hour yet
before morning." Came the muffled voice beneath the beige
sheet.
"Padawan, the sky does not lie. Now get up, as it's your turn
to cook us breakfast." Before Obi-Wan could utter some other
protest, Qui-Gon had already left. In resignation, he all but
threw the blankets off, and immediately regretted the sudden
movement. Running for the bathroom on unsteady legs, and all
but heaving his stomach into the toilet. He hunched over the
clean, white seat ridding out the residual dry heaves and
feeling utterly hung over. * No, last night was definitely a
bad idea. *
Never mind trying to ignore the throbbing in his skull to try
and cook. Breakfast was a disaster that Qui-Gon, thankfully
salvaged half way through, giving his apprentice a disapproving
look. A breakfast that only the jedi Master ate, as his student
was desperately trying to keep his stomach together. Instead
sipping the fresh brewed coffee, and thanking whatever deity
for making such a life saving beverage. Qui-Gon thankfully took
pity on the bedraggled man, and canceled the mornings workout.
"Obi-Wan, before indulging in whatever pleasure you seek, first
think of the consequences. Next time I won't be so forgiving.
Be ready and at the gym for tonight's lesson." And with one
more disappointed look, he left their quarters.
Obi-Wan stood there for a moment longer, feeling guilty for the
previous nights actions. But only a moment, he could think more
on it in a horizontal position. Turning slowly, he made his way
back to bed.
Qui-Gon strode into the huge gym, immediately spotting his
student stretching on one of the mats. And silently admired the
way the younger man moved. Obi-Wan sat on the blue mat with one
knee bent and the other leg stretched out, leaning over with
his wrist touching his toes.
"Padawan." Qui-Gon greeted him.
"Master."
"I would like you to shadow fight, using your hand-to-hand
fighting skills, starting from the most basic to the more
difficult. We'll work on your katas later. "
"Yes, Master. . . Uh, Master?
"Yes, Padawan? "
"I'm sorry about this morning, it won't happen again. " Obi-Wan
looked at the ground, then back up into his masters blue eyes.
"All I ask is that your able to perform your duties, when
required. And you were required this morning. "
"Yes, Master. "
"Now begin. "
Den'dri finished his workout early in order to sit and watch as
Kenobi, started his lesson. He watched the graceful way his
body moved, the quick and effective kicks and punches. The
flips, and stock still stances. It was a dance without music,
one that got increasingly more intricate. Den'dri was to far
away to see if there were beads of sweat on that beautiful
face, so he imagined it so. He sat there for over and hour
until Obi-Wan picked up his light saber and started a difficult
kata. It was another hour, including a cool down, before the
apprentice finished and Qui-Gon had left. This was what
Den'dri, had been waiting hours for, and quickly advanced upon
the beautiful creature he craved.
"Padawan Kenobi, a moment of your time please. "
Obi-Wan stopped and turned around to look at the unfamiliar
jedi. His skin was a pale white, with short white, almost
silver hair. As he got within a few feet of him, Obi-Wan
observed he had violet eyes. It seemed to be the only color on
his body, except for the brown of the jedi garb. But other than
that, he looked human.
" Sure. . . " Obi-Wan, paused realizing he didn't know the
knights name.
" Knight Den'dri. "
" Pleasure to meet you. " Obi-Wan dutifully greeted the other
jedi politely.
" I was wondering if you have the rest of the night off? "
Den'dri used the force to enhance his own telepathic abilities,
and stealthily slipped into the apprentices mind little by
little.
" Yes, why? " Obi-Wan eyed the man curiously.
" Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me
tonight. For a drink or two perhaps? "
Obi-Wan paled with the thought of drinking anything alcoholic.
" No I don't think so. "
" You sure?? " He delved into the apprentices mind, searching
for obedience. Pulling Obi-Wans, thoughts in the right
direction. Continually seeking a stronger connection until he
got a good hold on the man's mind.
Obi-Wan could feel his resolve melting away, and distractedly
wondered why. He felt entranced with the knight, looking the
man up and down, and liking what he saw. Perhaps going out with
him wasn't such a bad idea.
" Well, let me shower fist and I'll. . " Obi-Wan began, already
looking forward to spending a night out with him.
" Why don't you come to my room to shower, and we'll just head
out from there. "
" Yeah, sure. " A little part of his mind asked him what he was
doing, but the voice was, oh so hard to hear. He followed
Den'dri, to his quarters. But once there he stood by the door
uncertain of what he was supposed to do.
" Well don't go getting shy on me, the bathroom is over there.
" Den'dri pointed over to an open door.
" Thanks. " Obi-Wan walked tiredly to the bathroom, shutting
the door and quickly shedding his cloths. The spray was hot and
soothing, relaxing tense muscles. Soaping his hair and body
quickly, as for some reason he felt the need to hurry. Rinsed
off, he stepped out and found a towel laid out for him, and
that his cloths were gone. Drying off, he wrapped the towel
around his hips and walked out of the bathroom and into the
main room where Den'dri stood wearing only a pair of pants.
Obi-Wan stared at the man before him, at the pale, defined
chest, nipples a shade darker than his skin. The silvery trail
of pubic hair that disappeared into the concealment of his
breeches. The cloth did little to hide the mans aroused state,
which tented out the material. Then back up into violet eyes
that darkened with lust.
" What do you want boy? " Den'dri kept a light contact with the
boys mind, screening his emotions, while planting ideas and
thoughts, when and where needed.
" You. I want you. "
" Good boy. Now why the hell are you still wearing that damn
towel? " Obi-Wan rid himself of the concealing cloth. Revealing
his own erect member, and a perfect, lean body. Den'dri
forestalled with foreplay, instead taking the two strides over
to Obi-Wan, and backing him up against the cool wall. Taking
those wrists he'd fantasized about in one hand, pinning them
above Obi-Wans head. And caressing the smooth expanse of his
muscled chest, halting to momentarily rub the brown nipples to
hard nubs. Sliding his hand down to the wash board stomach, and
ticklish flanks.
Then bringing his hand up to curl around the short pony tail
and pulling back on it slightly, taking possession of the mans
mouth. Thrusting his tongue deep into the wet warmth, tasting
Obi-Wans individual sweetness. Twirling and sliding up against
Obi-Wans tongue, as both dueled, but it was Den'dri who
dominated. Grinding his still covered erection hard against the
youths hard length, effectively drawing out a groan and a
receptive thrust.
Den'dri released Obi-Wans wrists, which immediately went to
Den'dri' s breeches, tugging them down his hips, where the
knight stepped out of them, and then pulled Obi-Wan down to the
ground with him. Pushing him forward onto his hands and knees
and positioning himself behind the padawans firm buttocks.
Running both hands over his lower back, down his flanks then on
to message the perfect ass infront of him. Calling over the oil
from the bedside drawer, he slicked his own throbbing cock,
then a finger, which he wriggled in past the tight ring of
muscle and into the boys tight warmth.
Obi-Wan tensed as the finger unceremoniously pushed into him,
trying to relax himself. But just as he was getting used the
single, then two digit plundering, they disappeared. Replaced
by the blunt head of Den'dris penis as he pushed hard into him.
Sheathing himself to the hilt, in the single, brutal thrust.
Obi-Wan bit his lip to keep from yelping, closing his eyes
tight and trying to adjust to Den'dri's cock filling him
uncomfortably. There wasn't a lot of friction thanks to the
lube, but it still burned slightly from the sudden intrusion.
Suddenly, he didn't know why he was passively accepting this,
why his mind no longer felt that aching desire to be touched
and fucked by his pale companion.
Here he was on his hands and knees, while the Jedi he met a
short time ago vigorously pounded into to him. Rocking the both
of them forward, the Knights sweaty hands digging into his hips
to hold him still. And all the while he just kneeled there,
quietly taking it without a word of protest.
Lost in those threads of intertwined colors of pleasure,
Den'dri's hold on the padawans mind slipped slightly. Not
greatly caring at the moment, he continued to push himself into
the youths tight passage. Pulling almost all the way out, then
slamming back in. A rhythm that furthered his goal of
completion, to that moment where everything would fade away
except for body tingling sensations of pleasure. He was almost
there. But a stray thought of confusion flitted it's way into
his mind, and realized it came from the boy. He looked down at
the smooth back, layered with a sheen of perspiration. At his
cock sliding into the perfect ass. The thought floated into his
mind more strongly, and he realized he had to regain his
control. Dipping into Obi-Wans thoughts, he discovered what was
wrong. The boy wasn't getting any satisfaction out of this, not
that he really cared. But it would help in the long run if he
didn't totally resent this later. After all, he had plans for
tonight.
Den'dri angled his next thrust upwards a little more. The
resulting quick intake of breath from the body below him,
brought a smug grin to his lips. Aiming again to hit Obi-Wans
prostate, further arousing the man beneath him. Continuing to
do so, until a few strokes later he was filling the blue eyed
beautys bowls with his seaman. Collapsing forward onto his
back, ridding the waves of pleasure leisurely through. Coming
back to awareness, when Obi-Wan tried to wriggle out of his
grasp. Obligingly, Den'dri got to his feet.
Obi-Wan stood there for a minute, not sure of what he was
doing. He hadn't come when Den'dri had, only kneeled there
obediently waiting for him to finish. His penis still jutting
out proudly infront of him, his balls still heavy and throbbing
for release.
" Stay there. " Den'dri disappeared into the other room, coming
back with what looked like a leather tie. " Now this, my dear
boy, is a cock ring. And you are going to wear it tonight. "
That said, he fastened it at the base of Obi-Wans straining
erection.
" I'm going to go shower quick, when I get out I want you
dressed in those. " He indicated to the pile of clothing that
graced a near by chair.
" Yes Sir. "
" Good. "
Obi-Wan walked, as best he could with his member throbbing
distractedly between his legs to the cloths he was to wear.
Grabbing a pair of comfortably looking, black leather pants. "
You have got to be kidding me. " But he slipped into them
easily. The leather hugging his ass nicely, snug around his
thighs but loosening from his knees to his ankles. And
unfortunately, fully exposing the length of his dick which was
tightly confined within. Next was a plain black tee-shirt that
wrapped itself tightly to his upper body. Accenting his chest,
shoulders and waist perfectly. Next were a pair of heeled black
boots and a studded collar. * Where the hell are we going? *
Shifting uncomfortably, trying to ease the pressure the pants
were exerting onto his still aching cock.
A few minutes later Den'dri walked out of the bathroom, clothed
much the same way as Obi-Wan, but wearing a loose fitting grey
tee-shirt, and flat soled boots. He stopped by the door, amazed
with the transformed padawan, from dignified peace keeper to
leather clad sex boy. Now he just had to do something with that
braid. Walking over he stopped by the closet and grabbed their
two brown cloaks.
" Turn around Obi-Wan. " He did so obediently. Den'dri took the
long thin braid and tucked it into the leather tie around his
short pony tail at the back of his head. Then wrapped the rest
of the length over top the tie. So that the braid was no longer
noticeable.
" Now put this on, we're leaving. " Den'dri handed Obi-Wan his
cloak, both men shrugging into the earth toned, folds. " Wait a
minute. " Obi-Wan stopped his accent to the door and turned
around to face the Knight. " You can't walk out of the temple
wearing that collar. " Den'dri unbuckled the sturdy leather,
then pocketed it.
On the small transport, Den'dri fastened the black studded
collar back snuggly around Obi-Wans neck, as well as stashing
both their cloaks on one of the empty seats. Both sitting in
the cockpit for, while the aircraft appeared on auto pilot, the
destination already programmed in.
" Where are we going? "
" An interesting night club by the name of 'Cats Crawl.' It has
such an appealing mixture of people, all with the same tastes.
"
" And what 'tastes' would that be? "
" Patience is a virtue. Besides, I wouldn't want to spoil the
surprise. "
It took only a minute longer for them to reach the club. Which
was located a distance away from the temple, and on the ground.
Dark corners and opposing, dirty streets dominated down here.
The club itself, was a two story building. People of varied
races mingled around the doors, and music could be heard in a
rhythmic beat out onto the street. Den'dri led Obi-Wan into the
darkened building, deafening music obscured anything spoken
between people unless yelled into ones ear. They moved off to
the left, away from the blaring speakers, to where the booths
were. There Den'dri greeted two other Beings.
Obi-Wan looked around at the place, red and blue lights,
luminated the dance floor, indeed the entire building. The bar
was busy, not one stool was unoccupied, and a steady flow of
people coming and going with drink orders. Booths lined the
walls of the place, and the dance floor held many bodys
writhing to the music. A live band played on stage, the
vocalists lyrics crude with sexual innuendo. Indeed, when
Obi-Wan took a closer look at some of the people in the booths,
not a lot of talking was taking place, merely the grinding of
bodies. As was the same on the dance floor. Some merely moved
alone to the music, while others enjoyed the beat and most
likely the lyrics in a more, expressive way.
Turning back to the two other occupants now seated at the
table, he hurriedly sat as well. This club agreed with him, he
could already feel the music sliding along his bones. Shifting
slight to sit so as not to put undue pressure onto the front of
his pants. The cock ring keeping him painfully hard. The other
man inwhich Den'dri was chatting with, was of medium build,
with long black hair, that was done into little braids. His
skin however, was black with white patches randomly spread out.
His face was all black, except for a patch of ragged white that
covered on eye and most of his cheek. And eyes of different
color. the one with the white patch covering it was red, and
the other blue. He was dressed in loose fitting navy blue
breeches, and a white tank top.
" Obi-Wan, this here is Sabrat. "
" Sabrat, meet Obi-Wan. "
Sabrat eyed the tasty boy who sat across from him. * Just where
the hell does he find these beautiful creatures? * He wondered
to himself. It seemed everytime they met up, Den'dri had
another pretty animal leashed. Not that he minded at all, as it
was, Den'dri always delighted in sharing. A kink of his, he
loved to watch. Perhaps thats why he liked this club,
everywhere you looked some sexual act was being committed. A
haven for the voyerist.
Sabrat eyed the tasty boy who sat across from him. * Just where
the hell does he find these beautiful creatures? * He wondered
to himself. It seemed everytime they met up, Den'dri had
another pretty animal leashed. Not that he minded at all, as it
was, Den'dri always delighted in sharing. A kink of his,
Den'dri, loved to watch. Perhaps thats why he liked this club,
everywhere you looked some sexual act was being committed. A
haven for the voyerist.
A serving boy arrived at the table shortly after Obi-Wan,
seated himself. Den'dri ordering drinks for himself and his
companion, as did Sabrat. Ten minutes or so later the small boy
rushed back to them and plunkered down the three drinks,
collected the credits and scurried back over to the bar. The
whole time dodging elbows, feet and stumbling bodies and the
occasional grab. Obi-Wan stared at his drink for awhile trying
to focus his thoughts on anything besides sex. Until he
couldn't sit still any longer, and started to continually shift
in his seat while attempting to drink the bluishish tinged,
cold beverage infront of him. Cold, yes think of cold frozen
things. It didn't work.
Den'dri was keeping a close eye on the boy, acting as if his
struggles were completely oblivious to him. And kept a light
conversation going with Sabrat. The Bi-colored mans lip curling
with amusement, knowing full well what his friend was up to.
Just another step in the game. Because thats all this was to
the Jedi, one big elaborate game that he compulsively played.
" Obi-Wan, is there something wrong? A reason perhaps, why you
can't seem to sit still? " Den'dri asked, grinning. He only got
a glowering glare for an answer. And laughed, genuinely amused.
It wasn't often he found an attractive creature that was also
amusing, he didn't think the young padawan realized just how
stunningly beautiful he was. That in itself was refreshing from
other beingings that flaunted their appeal with sickening
arrogance.
" Come boy, you must learn to speak up when the need arises. "
" I believe you know full well what's wrong. " frustrated tone.
" No. " A pause. " No, I can't seem to recall. Please, do tell.
"
Obi-Wan glanced at the other person sitting with them first,
conscious he had an audience. But once again he found himself
acting out of character and responding bluntly. " The problem
would be with a piece of leather keeping me from thinking about
anything else but getting off. " It was gritted out.
" You had only to say that earlier. " Den'dri placed a few more
thoughts into the boys mind, disguising them so they seemed
like his own. The alcohol was also having the desired affect,
of lowering his inhibitions.
Sabrat, watched excitedly as the boy started to writhe around
in his seat. He was such an erotic site, clad in black which
complimented him to no end. Combined with the collar, the boy
was quite simply, sex on legs. He questioningly looked over at
the Jedi Knight, since he couldn't initiate a telepathic link
to speak, he had to wait for him to commence one. / Your
wondering when you get to play your part, dear friend. /
Den'dri asked knowingly.
/ Obviously. The boy is now writhing around beside you, and you
need to ask if I'm unaffected? If I want to screw him? /
There was a chuckle in his mind. / Do I ever have objections to
you doing so? / The Tabinos didn't reply, instead played his
part in the game.
" Come here boy. " Sabrat, couldn't take this teasing any
longer. He, himself was already hard, and as much as he enjoyed
watching Obi-Wan squirm with need, it had gone on long enough.
Obi-Wan slid out of the booth he occupied with Den'dri, and
seated himself beside Sabrat. Who immediately grabbed him about
the waist and pulled him onto his lap. It was awkward with the
table digging into his lower back. But he was positioned so
that he was straddling the black and white, mans lap. Sabrats
hand slid down to roughly caress the leather encased ass, that
enticed him so much. Then pulled the spikey head down to devour
his mouth in a crushing kiss. Obi-Wan moaned wantonly, grinding
his hard length into Sabrats stomach.
Oh Force, he needed this. Needed to stop this prolonged ache
that kept his mind occupied with images and thoughts of lust.
Thrusting his erection into the soft stomach of a man he didn't
know, but right now it didn't matter. It was like this stranger
was his salvation, somebody to feed his need. He thrust his
tongue into the strangers mouth, unfamiliar taste of the
beverage he'd drunk and his own heedy musk. Obi-wan didn't like
the taste of it at all, it was rather repulsive. But the lust
and heat in his body ignored his mind.
Sabrat, had enough of the groping and fumbling about, and
pushed the younger man to the side and off of the booths seat.
Following, he pushed Obi-Wan down onto the table, his fingers
easily undoing the belt, button and zipper which would give him
access to his goal. Pulling the soft leather pants down, then
his own as well. Obi-Wan was still slick from his earlier
session with Den'dri, and Sabrat pushed in easily with a bit of
force. Obi-Wan moaned his approval, moving his hand down to
touch himself, to tear away the strap which cruelly kept him in
such a state.
" Keep your hands on the table, Kenobi. " Den'dris voice was
cold and authoritative.
The Jedi Knight sat back and watched the scene play out infront
of him. Sabrat was more heavily muscled than himself, common
for the Tabinos race, and the play of it under his skin was
riveting. Combined with the sleek form of the apprentice, well,
his hand strayed to lightly stroke over his own burgeoning
erection.
Sabrat gripped the table to further his assault on the body
beneath him. Each thrust in, pushed Obi-Wans hips into the edge
of the table, but the boys mind barely registered the minor
discomfort. Instead it was focused on the penis invading his
body, sending arches of pleasure racing through him. It was all
he could think about, the need to reach release. Quickly
becoming frustrated with the growing ache, in which he couldn't
move past. this was unbearable, why were they being so utterly
cruel. He liked foreplay, loved to tease and be teased, but
this was getting out of hand and it wasn't fun. And why was he
listening to that cold voice anyway?
Mewing, desperate sounds escaped Obi-Wans mouth. Sabrat smiled
selfishly and continued to plow into the receptive body beneath
him. each stroke in pushed the boys hips into the table, but
couldn't disconcern of the raspy, desperate moans were of any
relation to it. To be honest he didn't care, he wouldn't stop
even if it was the cause. Feeling close to going over the edge,
Sabrat gripped the table for better leverage and quickened his
thrusts until he spewed his seed into the sweaty, shaking body
under him. Moving his hands to the boys hips to keep him still,
needing a second to compose himself once again. Achieving an
amount of strength to pull out and fasten his cloths back in
place, he turned to sit back in the booth once more. Leaning
back, completely relaxed and sated.
Obi-Wan however didn't move, couldn't in fact. Frustration and
anger welling up inside. Again, he had been denied such a
simply release again. And it was beginning to physically hurt,
he stared at the table not able to meet his tormentors eyes.
Den'dri got up and grabbed the younger mans arm, pulling him up
and away from the booth. Forcing Obi-Wan to struggle to pull
his pants up before they tripped him. Den'dri pulled him along
to the back of the club and into a darkened hallway which led
to the bathrooms. A single blue bulb poorly lit the expanse.
Stopping at a place where the light didn't reach, the Knight
pushed Obi-Wan up against the wall. " Please..Den'dri...no
more. " If he had been in the right of mind, Obi-Wan would have
been embarrassed at the way he was begging.
" No more games I promise. " Was muttered before he reclaimed
the boys mouth in a bruising kiss once more. Turning the spikey
haired man to face the wall, and bending him over just slightly
and pushing both their pants out of the way. He pushed in
easily, snaking a hand to stroke Obi-Wans throbbing cock.
" Your absolutely fucking beautiful, you know that? " Obi-Wan
bit his lip to strangle his scream, to a muffled yelp of
pleasure and pain. Aroused for to long, any touch was torture.
But the Knights fingers found the leather strap and undid it.
" See, this wasn't an all bad night. Intense perhaps, but all
for the greater good. "
Obi-Wan was gasped and moaned incoherently begging the Knight
for release, to let him finally come. Den'dri complied with
begging padawan, rocking into him with faster and harder
thrusts, grunting out his own satisfaction. Obi-Wan could feel
the wave rushing upon him too fast and didn't care, all he
wanted was that taste of completion. He climaxed first spilling
his seed onto the dirty wall, his orgasm thoroughly crashing
through him, shattering his mind into colored shards of light
that faded slowly to blackness. The Padawans orgasm cause his
inner muscles to contract, milking the Knights cock and causing
him to fallow the younger man into bliss. Obi-Wan floated out
of the inky darkness slowly, to Den'dri coming inside him with
a muffled moan.
" Damn your a good screw boy. " Zipping up his pants and
straightening his shirt. " See you around, Kenobi. " A final
goodbye, the game having come to an end. And that was it,
leaving the distraught young Jedi to deal with getting home
alone.
Obi-wan leaned against the wall for a minute more, then he too,
zipped up his pants. His black leather pants....The music from
the club reached his ears, the darkened hallway, his cloths,
the smell of smoke and sweaty bodies, they all filled his
senses. What the hell was he doing here?? What the hell did he
do with those two men...Oh force he felt sick. He slid down the
wall to sit with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms around
his legs and pressed his face into his knees.
Remembering the feel of them on his body, Den'dris words and
presence. Sith he was a Jedi, not some leather clad whore.
Feeling dirty beyond words, tainted. Obi-Wan got up and headed
out of the club, walking quickly to the exit. Shaking off
further advances, and noticing that both Sabrat and the Jedi
Knight were also gone. Well that was just fine with him, as he
didn't want to ever see them again. Sickened and ashamed with
himself, all he wanted to do was crawl under a rock and forget
this whole evening.
Outside the club he asked a stranger for directions, which
wasn't as fruitful as he would have liked, enduring the
creatures eyes caressing his body, for worthless information.
Fed up, he used the force to get the creature to tell him what
he wanted to know, then left. Walking down the littered street.
He had to go down two blocks, then turn right down another
block where he could get an AI car to take him back the Jedi
Temple.
His smooth, graceful walk carried him quickly down the paved
street, even thought walking was a bit uncomfortable. His
backside nagging him with a dull ache. There were other people
and species also walking the street or entering different night
clubs, but they were all diligently ignored. Unfortunately, a
single block consisted of a rather long distance. It would take
him awhile to reach an area where he could hail an AI. Half way
down the first block, he noticed dark figures slink out of an
alley. * Oh great, I don't need this. *
" Who do you think you are?! " A deep angry voice behind him
bellowed.
He turned around slowly. " Merely going home. " There was five
of them, tall ferret like creatures. Easily seven feet or
taller, standing on strong back legs, with long furry tails.
Furred all over in grey, black marking their feet, eyes and
snouts. Memory supplied a name for the species as Polerets.
" I think your trespassing. " Threateningly growled.
Obi-Wan sighed, he was just to tired for this. " I was under
the impression that this was a public street. "
" Now you think your smarter than me? " The creature growled
menacingly.
" Look, I don't want to cause a problem. " Obi-Wan was about to
bring the force into to play, and make them stand down, when
the force alerted him to one of the Polerets jumping for him. *
Sith! * He side stepped the attacked easily, but was tackled
from behind just as he did so. They advanced on him all at
once, from different directions. He was unceremoniously grabbed
around the neck and lifted high into the air and thrown into a
nearby building wall. * This just isn't my night. * Winded, he
moved sluggishly, avoiding another attack. But was tagged by
another Poleret, its paw catching his shoulder and chest, the
claws being contracted, only scraped him.
Angry now at the unevoked attack, Obi-Wan lashed out using the
force, to tired to continue it physically. Slamming them all to
the ground hard. He had, had enough. This was a bad ending to
an even worse beginning. One of the creatures got up and yet
again advanced on him. Obi-Wan, using the force picked him up
and flung him aside. The rest wisely backed down from the human
who wielded such power.
Turning away without another look, he continued down the
street, tired, hurting and just plain miserable. The shields in
his mind hadn't once faltered this evening, and made sure they
were still strong in place. Finally after what seemed like
hours, he reached the third block and got an AI to pick him up.
Inside the viechal, he used the transports onboard
communications to dial up Remy.
A groggy, red headed padawan appeared on the screen. " Kenobi?
Do you have any idea what time it is. Cause if you do, your
going to swear it was a Sith that attacked you. "
" I need your help. " Remy focused on his distraught, and
beat-up looking friend.
" By the Force Kenobi, what happened to you? " Worry laced his
words.
Obi-Wan ignored the question. " Can you meet me at the front
doors with a robe? "
" Sure. There a reason why your contacting me and not your
Master? "
" I don't want anybody to see me. " Now it was Obi-Wan who
sounded worried.
Remy paused. " Alright, I'll meet you at the south entrance. "
" Thanks Remy. " His voice tired.
Remy stood waiting at the temples, less often used, doors. He
only had to wait a few minutes until he saw Kenobi get out of
the AI and walk with tired steps to him. Remy took in, with
mild surprise, Obi-Wans clothing. * No wonder he wanted a robe.
*
Obi-Wan greeted Remy with a comforting hug, then gratefully
shrugged on the brown cloak and pulled the hood up. " Your a
life saver, Remy. "
" Anytime. But seriously Kenobi, you look like shit. Excuse the
language. "
" Trust me, I feel worse. "
" Here, you might not want to be seen walking the halls wearing
a collar, however good it looks on you. " He slipped his hands
into the hood, to the back of his friends neck and unbuckled
the collar. " You gonna keep this? "
Obi-Wan couldn't help smiling, Remy would definitely use it in
the near future. " By all means take it. " Remy grinned his
thanks, and shoved it into his pocket.
" C'mon, I'll walk you to your room. You aren't going to have a
lot of time to rest, it's nearly dawn. " They passed two other
Jedi, neither giving much more than a glance at the two
padawans. It wasn't unusual for people to be up at any hour.
They reached the quarters Obi-Wan shared with his Master
without mishap. " I'll talk to you later Kenobi, I expect to
know what happened to you. " Remy hugged Obi-Wan tightly for a
long moment. " Please. " He Wanted to give Obi-Wan his privacy,
but worry warranted him the right to ask.
" Give me time to sort my thoughts and I promise I will. " And
with that they parted and he slipped quietly in the door and
headed hurriedly to his room. Stripped out of the black
ensemble, wrapped himself back into the cloak and headed for
the bathroom. Turned the water to an almost unbearable heat and
stepped under the spray.
Now alone, he allowed his emotions free reign. To go over what
had happened to him, to how it all happened. And for the life
of him, he couldn't clearly remember why he went with Den'dri
in the first place. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered his
neck and shoulders, careful of his swollen and sore, right one.
Rubbing the soapy suds down his arms and stomach. Noticed the
formation of deep bruises starting around his hips. They were
in the shape of fingers, and more formless blobs covered his
hip bones. He continued soaping the rest of his body. Then
stood under the spray, rinsing away the sweat and smell of acts
he wished he'd never committed. And all the aches and pains now
announcing their presence, refusing to be silenced any longer.
He still felt dirty, it was under his skin, a taint he couldn't
rinse away. Blood slowly seeped down the drain, from what he
thought to be shallow scratches. Well three were, but the
fourth went a little deeper and was taking longer to clout. His
back hurt too. * Must have been when I hit the wall. * His
shoulder persisted to annoy him by refusing to abate. And his
cheek was a little puffy, but he couldn't remember getting hit.
He slid down to sit on the tiled floor, letting the water wash
over him. He was angry, confused and ashamed at himself. He
acted like some wonton whore, willing everybody to fuck him.
And it wasn't all that great. He remembered that clear enough,
remembered wanting it to simply end. He just let everyone fuck
him up the ass without comment. And for what? Why? He could
remember feeling aroused and distraught at the same time. It
was like someone was dictating his actions. * Oh Sith, no. *
Was that it? Was he not at fault for his actions? Or was this
his minds way of dealing with the issue, a back door for an
easy way out. And another thing, he couldn't remember keeping
his shields up and solid all night. Only when he was leaving,
worried that a thought or and emotion might leak out to his
Master. Especially now that he was so close to him, and other
Jedi.
Well he couldn't stay in the shower all morning and sulk over
his problem. Hopefully he had enough time to sit and meditate,
to heal himself before Qui-Gon awoke. The thought prompted him
to rush. He avoided looking in the mirror and walked straight
to his room. Going over to his closet to retrieve his cloths.
Realizing then that he had left a complete set in Den'dris
quarters. " Damn it all! " quietly mumbled. He certainly wasn't
going to go over and get them. Another problem.
Pushing it to the back of his mind, he reached into the closet
for a pair of boots, breaches, tunic, sash and so on. Slipping
into the cloths without preamble, then sat on the bed to put on
his boots. Doing up each and every buckle. * I swear, the boots
alone could teach a body patience. *
Then slowly sat down on the floor. Trying as best he could not
to agitate aching muscles. Pushing all the disturbing thoughts
to the back, and quieted his mind. He was one with the force,
gliding along its waves. But didn't float in the comforting
presence for long, instead getting to business with first
healing his body. Pouring energy into his flesh, willing the
Force to speed his bodies natural healing process. It wasn't
going as well as he would have liked. He was already exhausted
and this was further depleting needed energy reserves. Obi-Wan
had to stop. So instead he meditated, seeking answers to his
questions.
He regretted ever meeting the Knight. But it was expected of
him to be courteous, and politely greet the Jedi. Wanting
nothing more than to just go to bed. Come to think of it, he
had declined the offer to go out. He dissected his emotions
that went along with his memory. He had felt noxious by the
thought of alcohol. Then there was a gradual growing of desire.
That was odd, the emotion didn't even feel familiar, as if it
wasn't his. He went over the entire night, coming up with that
same sense of unfamiliarity and wrongness when Den'dri was
around. He felt like himself once more, only when the Knight
had left. Relief washed over him. His actions weren't of his
own free will. * Thank the Force*
But then the relief changed into fear. Was he that easily lead?
Obviously his shields weren't very strong at all.... If Den'dri
did it once, what was to stop him from doing it again? The man
was a disgrace to the Jedi, it was an abuse of power. And if he
was manipulating fellow Jedi, who was to say he wasn't doing it
to others? He had to tell somebody, but who? For his own
dignity, he didn't want a soul to know what happened to him.
Obi-Wan shuddered at the thought of Qui-Gon finding out, the
whole ordeal was completely humiliating. He would just have to
avoid the Knight at all costs. But then that didn't help other
unsuspecting victims. Keeping the promise to tell Remy, would
prove to be harder than it seemed. He didn't want anybody to
know. One night, couldn't he just forget the whole thing ever
happened?
Perhaps if he told Remy, and Remy told one of the Masters. But
then that was just being cowardly. He supposed he could tell
Yoda, he didn't think the Master would make it public
knowledge. A knock on the door interrupted further thought on
the subject. " Padawan. . . " Questioning voice.
A moment of panic, what was he going to tell Qui-Gon about the
condition he was in? Obi-Wan got up quickly to answer the door,
and regretted the movement. * Force I'm tired. * steading
himself, he opened the door. " I'm up Master. "
Qui-Gons expression immediately changed into concern. "
Padawan, are you alright? "
" Yes, Master. "
Qui-Gon gave him the Like-hell-you-are, look.
" Maybe a little tired. " Qui-Gon still stood there, waiting. "
A few creatures last night were kind enough to introduce me to
the side of a building. "
" Are you hurt? " Qui-Gon, looked his apprentice over, worried.
" Just a little sore. " The Jedi Master, took in the red
rimmed, blue eyes. The slumped shoulders and tired stance.
" Just when did you get back? " Now Qui-Gon was a little upset
with the way his Padawan was recklessly spending his nights.
Obi-Wan stared at the floor as if it held some great mystery. "
Um, just before dawn I'm afraid. Master I am ready for todays
drills. " He looked back up into the dark blue eyes.
" No, Padawan, go back to bed and get some rest. I will not
have you injuring yourself further because you are too tired to
concentrate. " The younger mans face fell, clearly hurt with
the reprimand.
" We will practice later before dinner. " Voice softer. Qui-Gon
was still disappointed with Obi-Wans behavior of late. Giving
his Padawan a final look, he left to meditate in the temples
garden.
Obi-Wan stared at the door for awhile, feeling like he had
failed his Master once again. He would make it up somehow,
hopefully exceed in tonights katas, than apologize at dinner.
Turning around he flopped down onto the bed. The boots took too
long to take off, so he opted to sleep in his cloths. Heavy
eyelids dropped to devour him into blissful darkness. Obi-Wan
dreamed of nightmarish creatures and devious beings.
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