Thanks for Cee for the plot bunny about the boxed dolls.It was
irresistible.
Disclaimer1, the characters and the sandbox belong to George
Lucas, I only play with the kind of sand he doesn't need.
Disclaimer 2 The bido oil is borrowed from "A marketable
commodity" and the "Used boy", one of the better known SW zine
stories of the old times when m/m stories were only a dream and
only the very brave got even close to it,that was a classic,
written by Block and Hendricks god bless them.
AU
Hurt comfort angst,
Warnings sex plenty not very graphic m/m some drug use and the
Sith is not that evil.
Summary, Master and Padawan are kept as small pets by a race of
Giants. Will they ever escape? Will they want to?
This wasn't Betaed, any mistookos:) in there are all mine!!!
/On Ginaria, in the receiving room of Lord Albar./
The seventy foot tall, Ginarian, looked at the slaver with some
doubt.
" Can you guarantee that this time they'll last a reasonable
amount of time? The last couple I bought lived no longer than a
few months. What makes this new pair more durable?"
"These are a special breed of humans, called Jedi. These are
warriors and very hardy." the slaver answered." Capturing them
takes time. But in a few weeks I can get you a pair, Lord
Albar."
"Not a breeding pair, I hope. I want two males."
"Yes, I have two males chosen, all I need to arrange is to
catch them. And as for their feeding, I'll take care that the
food will be suitable for whatever race they are."
"You better do, and I want their habitat checked carefully. It
should be the right temperature, and the air quality maintained
better than last time. Besides, the sanitary arrangements
should be changed, they should be able to clean up their
habitat." Albar insisted. "If they are warriors,as you claim, I
want their weapons as well. I have a bet with Lord Karu, that a
human is capable of defeating all kinds of creatures. I have
several animals already for them to fight."
"You will win the bet, Lord Albar," the slaver smiled."These
two I have chosen for you, had defeated creatures far larger
than themselves."
"Good, because I'll wager a lot on those bets..I'll reward you
if I win." "You are most generous, my lord."
On Corusant, in the quarters of Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan
Kenobi.
Obi-Wan woke up in the middle of the night. He wasn't feeling
well. He felt dizzy and very tired. He wondered if a cool bath
would help him. He stumbled to the bathroom, dazed and
disoriented.
A small noise attracted his attention. Someone was moving
around in the next room, he wondered if his Master was up.
Calling out forQui-Gon he saw the room going dark, and the
floor came up to meet him, as he collapsed.
/In transit/
The next thing Obi-Wan knew was that he awoke, thirsty but no
more dizzy. He couldn't move. Total darkness surrounded him.
Binders held his ankles and his wrists, another binder was
locked around his throat. He was in a standing position and
obviously naked.. Total silence enveloped him, yet he felt that
somewhow, he was traveling. His Master's presence was close to
him. He sent a thought, to Qui-Gon. Master, what's happening?
The answer came clearly. I wish I'd know, Qui-Gon sent. Are you
bound as well?
Yes, I'm tied down, I can't move at all.
It looks that we have been captured. I think we were drugged,
probably with the food we ate.
I bought that on the market,Obi-Wan sent.Nobody could drug it
after I brought it home. It was in my sight all the time.
This is worse that I thought, if the food was drugged before
you bought it, then someone had to watch you for weeks, to
learn what kind of food you buy. I can't imagine, who'd want to
take us, as far as I know, we don't have enemies, came the
thought from the Master.
This way or that way, we will get out of this somehow, the
Padawan sent.
That's the right way to look at it, came the thought from
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan felt his Master's smile. After a long time,
that Obi-Wan guessed to be at least six hours, the binders
snapped open, and he was given a bowl of watery soup, and
lights went on around him, there was a small sani in the cell
where he could relieve himself, but no bed.He drank the broth,
because he felt infernally thirsty, but that had to be drugged
as well,because he knew that he was about to fall asleep.
/On Ginaria in the game room of Lord Albar/
Obi-Wan awakened bound the same way as before. Except this time
he wasn't in the cell. He saw his Master, smilarly bound, right
beside him. They were standing on a table bound in a container,
like two boxed dolls. Two giants sat at the table. The two Jedi
didn't understand the language but had no difficulty to read
their minds, that was almost as good as understanding their
words.
"So, these are my new toys." The giant said, obviously
pleased."They look healthy."
"Yes, they are in excellent health, my lord."said the other
giant, grinning as he received a bag that looked as if
contained gold coins. Obi-Wan had heard of the race of giants
before, but didn't know much about them.
The giant, who called them his new toys, lifted up the box,
they were bound to and carried them to a large gilded cage that
had two compartments, and put them inside, releasing the
binders.
A package containing their clothes and lightsabers, was also
placed into the cage. Obi-Wan was in one of the compartments,
and Qui-Gon in the other. The compartments were separated by a
thick glass wall. The cage had some kind of force field, making
it impossible to get out. It was very large, with several
floors, connected by ladders. Obi-Wan had seen similar cages to
house small pets. Now he was to be a small pet? he wondered.
The cage had a pallet for his bed, and another compartment that
he thought was to serve as a bathroom, with a faucet dispensing
water, and a tub for washing under it. The other compartment
was exactly the same.
Obi-Wan saw Qui-Gon putting on his clothes, he decided to do
the same. He had never seen his Master naked before. He found
the sight disturbing. He's beautiful, Obi-Wan thought, he is
far more beautiful than I ever imagined. Sometimes, he dreamed
of making love to his Master, but he dismissed those thoughts
with steel discipline. Qui-Gon was watching his Padawan with no
less interest.He was disturbed by the desire he felt for the
young man, and closed his shields to keep those thoughts to
himself.
/Two months later on Ginaria/
The days were always the same, never to see sunlight, Qui -Gon
tought. He woke up early, the lights were on continuously in
the room where the cage was kept. He could see Obi-Wan sleeping
on the other side of the glass wall. A bloody bandage was
visible on the Padawan's right arm. Qui-Gon was worried about
it. Both of them were wounded several times during the past
weeks, fighting a variety of creatures for the enterntainment
of Lord Albar and his guests. They were provided with
medicines, and some synthflesh to doctor themselves, but not
each other. Qui-Gon was almost never allowed to meet his
Padawan. Unless they were fighting some animal together. But
even that was a rare occasion, most of the time, it was only
one of them set up to fight, first one and then the other, with
an animal of the same type, and the giants were betting on
which one of them kills the creature faster. Qui-Gon was
worried that at one point they might force them to fight each
other. He could only hope that they were considered valuable
enough, to be kept alive.
Obi-Wan stirred in his sleep. His face was flushed, Qui-Gon
thought he might have a fever from his wound. It pained him
that he couldn't get to the boy, to help him. The food they
were given was just enough to keep them from starving.
Obi-Wan was thin, all muscle and sinew, his young body needed
more nourishment, with the constant fights and the need to heal
his wounds. Qui-Gon found himself raging at their fate. Black
anger filled him, not for his own sake, but seeing his Padawan
in this state, his outrage was overwhelming. The worst part of
it was that the boy, young as he was, never seemed to be angry.
Obi-Wan took their fate with quiet dignity, I taught him all he
knows, the Master thought, I taught him to accept what life
throws at him, and he does. But if this kills him, it'll be my
fault. His arms ached with the desire to hold the boy, who was
now obviously shivering with fever. Qui-Gon became very
worried, when Obi-Wan didn't wake, his breathing was fast, and
hours passed, yet the boy didn't open his eyes.. He'd need
water, the Master groaned. I must help him. Grabbing his
lightsaber, he attacked the glass wall between them, it took a
long time, the glass was thick, and cutting a hole large enough
to fit through, took the better part of an hour. But then he
was sliding through. He touched Obi-Wan's forehead, it was hot,
he unwrapped the bandage, the wound seeped blood and yellow
pus. The Master knew that he'll have to hurt in order to heal.
"Master?" Obi-Wan asked, opening his eyes.
"I thought you were unconscious."
"No, I just know I don't have the strenght to get up, it was
better to retreat from reality." The Padawan answered.
"And? Wait till you die?"
" I couldn't think of anything else."
"Then I failed with you, my Padawan. There's always something
else and you should kow that."
Qui-Gon brought water first, and gave it to Obi-Wan,
cautioning him to drink small sips. "Now, you should retreat
from reality, because I will cleanse your wound, and it'll hurt
like hell."
"I'll take it, Master." Obi-Wan smiled, he was glad to have his
Master at his side.
Qui-Gon gritted his teeth for the task ahead of him, he had to
push at the wound, until the yellow pus came out and fresh
clean blood flowed freely.
"You were right Master," Obi-Wan said. "It was very painful. Do
you think we will ever get out of here?"
" Definitely, we don't have enough information yet, to form a
sound plan to escape. First of all we must know if they
installed any device into our body, that'd kill us if we leave
the place. Let's spend the following days with learning what
they've done to us and how well the place is guarded.. The
problems are the size of the things, we can't possibly hope to
steal a ship, we are not large enough to operate it."
"This is quite funny, Master, size was never a problem for you
yet. I understand, we can't even pull a lever or get as high as
the console. Tho we could always levitate up and try to work
the controls that way. There's another problem, that we can't
help their ship doesn't have the kind of food we can eat. I
think their food have far too large molecules for us to
digest."
" Then we just have to make sure that we get to a civilized
place fast enough."
"I'm feeling much better now," Obi-Wan smiled." Your healing
methods might be barbaric but they work. I hope they are not
going to punish you for getting in here."
"So far they never punished us at all." Qui-Gon said. "Pity
that the Force doesn't work on them. I wonder if their
molecules are also too large for the midichlorians."
"I think so, " Obi-Wan agreed.
When Lord Albar came in to look at his pets, he was amazed
seeing them sitting together, he noticed the hole in the glass
wall. He was not angry he was pleased. He wanted pets who had
spirit and temper, not like his previous acquisitions, that
died too soon and never did anything interesting, but sat there
huddled in a miserable heap. Now this two are something else.
One would think, the giant thought, that they'd even mate with
each other, not that it is likely that a species like this, so
small, would have any concept of how a male shouldn't mate with
females. His race lived separately, males and females had their
own domain, and offsprings were created in labs. Over a
thousand years ago, the sexes divided the planet, among
themselves, and there were no wars ever since, the time of holy
peace was on them, as they saw it. Their scholars decided, that
the brutal wars of the past were caused by the two sexes living
together, creating too much tension. Lately the sex between
males was elevated to an almost sacred status. Albar didn't
know if the females arrived to the same conclusion, but there
was no communication between the two halves of the planet,
except once a year when the males were required to donate sperm
Looking at his pets, Albar wondered if he should try to find
out, whether they could our would have sex together. That'd be
a great conversational piece at his next party, to have his
pets on display! Both of them were goodlooking even if so tiny.
The Lord contacted the slaver over the comlink. " You know what
had happened, the larger one cut a hole in the separator, and
went over to the other. Do you think they'd have sex together?"
"That can be arranged. I could send for some stimulants that'd
make them interested in it." The slaver offered. "They are
inexpensive and harmless. Just make sure they are well fed,
maybe the stimulants should be taken with food, I check on it."
"But do make sure, that is harmless. I wouldn't want to lose
those two, they are precious to me, no other pet ever
entertained me better, and they win all bets, for me. By the
way, I have your share of my winnings right here."
'Thank you, my Lord. I'll be there with the stimulants in no
time."
Albar smiled, and sent out invitations for a party. He stood
beside the glass cage, stroking the walls. "My pets, you will
be the centerpiece on my table."
/Two weeks later./
Obi-Wan awakened to find himself on a large bed, covered with
soft crimson velvet. He wore a triple strand of pearls wound
around his waist, but nothing else. There was a small
nightstand by the bed, with a beautifully crafted carafe on
itand a basket of real apples, not the synthetic food they were
kept on so far. He was wary of the drugs that might be in the
food, but he couldn't resist the apples. Even if it is drugged,
he thought, I need all the nourishment I can get. We will have
to stay alive and in reasonably good shape. Since Qui-Gon broke
through the glass wall, they were alloved to use the opening to
get together. That was good, Obi-Wan smiled, we can at least
talk, and take care of each other's wounds, they could even
play simple games. Obi-Wan discovered that his Master was a
great partner to play a game called Bar-Kochba, similar to it's
simpler version, twenty questions, except there was no limit of
the number of questions to be asked, but the object of the game
was a thousand times more difficult, than Obi-Wan ever thought.
In the first game they played Qui-Gon made him ask questions
until he got to the shoelaces of the gardener in the first Jedi
enclave ever built. It took almost two hours to get there, but
since then Obi-Wan became addicted to the game, it helped to
keep their sanity. He was quite proud to force, his Master to
give up when Qui-Gon was utterly lost, trying to find what
Obi-Wan finally graciously told him, was: "the place Obi-Wan
will put his Padawan braid once he becomes a Knight" They both
laughed at that. Anything that can make us laugh, Qui-Gon said
then, is a lifesaver.
"Keep trying to drive me crazy with this kind of challenges,my
Padawan." The Master had told his apprentice."And I'll do the
same."
Now, Obi-Wan was eating the apples, their sweet taste, made him
both happy and miserably homesick. He wondered where Qui-Gon
was, he tried to determine, where he himself was, he was not in
a cage. Finished the last apple, and stood up looking around.
He was on what looked a white plain at first. Took him a while
to realize that it was a gigantic table covered with a white
tablecloth. Huge droids were circling the table obviously
setting it for a feast. Obi-Wan shook his head,by the looks of
it, he thought, I'm going to be the centerpiece. He still had
his Padawan braid, but the rest of his hair reached his
shoulders in unruly waves.What he didn't understand was that
why was he naked and why was he adorned with pearls,apparently
they had not planned a fight for him, as his saber was not
there. He was thirsty.He opened the carafe and carefully
sniffed at it, it didn't smell of any drug. He tasted it, and
determined that it was some kind of weak wine, sweet and
fruity.It didn't appear to do anything to him, just tasted
good. He was slightly embarrassed being naked, but the hell
with it,he thought, they probably think of me as a living doll,
I shouldn't care. Wasn't I taught,to take everything as it
comes, and do the best I can do, in every situation? Now,
what's the best I can do, just relax and eat apples. And think
of escaping.There must be a ship of our size coming here, he
thought,they must have a delivery of our food this wine must
have come on that ship, and the apples too.We can't eat their
food, the molecules of that are to big for us to digest. It is
very warm here, he thought,he drank more of the wine, heck,the
worst that can happen that'll get drunk, but it is so warm
here, I need something to drink. His body felt overheated, and
to his surprise, he was erect. Damn, he thought,now I have to
get hard? It had been a long time since he had a woman.Having
sex with an interested woman, was something he considered a
necessary exercise. What he wanted was Qui-Gon, but he didn't
think there was anything to do about that. If the Master wanted
him, he'd have given some sign of it, Qui-Gon can't be so
stupid that he wouldn't take me, if he wanted to. Then it
suddenly occurred to him, that perhaps Qui-Gon was waiting for
him to initiate the relationship, not wanting it to be
something coming from the Master. Maybe we are both dumb about
this, Obi-Wan thought, but not today, if I ever see him, I must
have him. His cock was on fire, he was near whimpering, yet he
did nothing to satisfy himself. This one is for you, my Master.
I want to come with you inside me. The guests started to
arrive, looking at the small human on the middle of the table.
Lord Albar announced that tonight's entertainment will be the
two humans making love. It was received with proper amazement,
and Lord Albar was very pleased.
Food was served,and Obi-Wan was still on the bed, now he was
actually whimpering, hoping that they'll let his Master come to
him. If not, he thought, I'll have to do something,I'm so hard,
it hurts. One of the giants lifted him up gently, admiring his
body.
"I wish he was as big as we are," Lord Albar said. "Isn't he
beautiful?"
"Yes, he is." Everybody agreed, as Obi-Wan was passed around
the table,for a closer inspection. "Isn't he adorable?He's even
hard. Will the other one take him?"
"I hope so, but they might do it the other way around, the
other one is much larger so maybe he'll do the taking." Lord
Albar said.He instructed the droids, to bring in
Qui-Gon.Obi-Wan reached out to his Master, his body inviting.
Qui-Gon had never seen his Padawan so seductive, it was obvious
to him that the boy was drugged. "Obi-Wan, are you sure you
want this, you are drugged, you might regret this later."
"Master, if you don't take me now, I'm sure I wont be around
later. I want you so much I'll die if you don't take me. I
wanted you for so long. I just never dared to say it." Obi-Wan
said, his voice alternating between hoarse whispers and cries.
"I wanted you too, and I never dared to say it." Qui-Gon almost
laughed. But then desire overtook him and took Obi-Wan in his
arms.
"Kiss me"
"No, I can't Master, you have to fuck me now. I can't wait a
minute longer." He turned on his stomach, something Qui-Gon
didn't want him to do. Later, he thought I can show him more
suitable positions. Now I just have to satisfy him, what a
travesty of what I want, to have him when he's out of his mind.
Not when he'd be truly mine, my Obi, my love, without drugs,
his own self, but even now he's irresistible, so beautiful, he
knew that this was not what his Padawan would have been if they
had been at home, making love. The Giants watched them with
interest. Qui-Gon cursed softly, he hated this, to make love to
Obi-Wan on display. But he had no choice. Damn them all to the
blue hells, he thought. Imagining that they were in a secluded
glade, he turned the boy over draping his legs over his
shoulder, he wanted to see the Padawan's face, when he entered
him gently, he had no scented oils to prepare the boy, but he
hoped that Obi-Wan's own arousal would make up for the lack of
preparation. How beautiful he is how the pleasure transforms
his face, how his eyes light up, how much love shines in his
eyes.The young man moaned with pleasure, his fingers tangled in
his Master's long hair. The giants clapped , delighted to see
the small humans making love.
Lord Albar was immensely pleased with his pets. I will provide
them with a much nicer environment, I'll have a pleasure nest
made for them. Hopefully, they'll make love without drugs too,
the big one is not even drugged, he remembered. Perhaps it is
enough to start them off, he thought and then they'll seek out
the enjoyment on their own.
/Two days later/ Lord Albar spared no expense to have a
pleasure nest set up for his pets, the new glass cage was still
large, but only one room, with the second floor open, a
luxorious staircase with crimson carpeting led upstairs, where
smaller rooms were, a sani and a cleaner for clothes. Clothes
Lord Albar ordered by the trunkfull, mostly for Obi-Wan's
size.The little one was gorgeous, Albar thought if the human
would be his size, he'd fall in love with him. Maybe, he
wondered, he could still share my bed, as small as he is, he
could ride on my erection, that'd please me. If I'm really
careful, I might be able to pleasure him, wouldn't that be
something, to bring a tiny creature like him to an orgasm.
In the middle of the lower floor, there was a small pool with
warm water, and behind it a huge circular bed, the table beside
it was laden with wine, food and jars of scented oil. Obi-Wan
was going through the clothes, in the trunks, not because he
ever cared what he was wearing, but he hoped there might be
something in the trunks to help them to escape. Qui-Gon stared
at the clothes, there were tight leather pants,all kinds of
obscenely designed erotic underwear,black thighs, and an white
shirt, that could be worn open to the waist. He felt himself
getting aroused just to imagine how Obi-Wan would look in that.
/Three weeks later/
They had no more fights assigned and with the food now
plentyful, Obi-Wan filled out soon, and his hair became clean
and luxurious. Their giant owner kept the cage, in his bedroom
watching them.Lord Albar either had a lover for the nights, or
pleasured himself,looking at his toys, obviously enjoying the
sight of them. Once or twice he'd take out Obi-Wan and giving
him some of the clothes to put on. At one night, he made
Obi-Wan lie down naked on his own bed, and licked him all over.
Qui-Gon was shaking with anger at that.
He was worried about Obi-Wan anyways, the boy was insatiable,
he didn't think Obi-Wan was drugged, they both ate the same
food, and the Master felt nothing. He couldn't keep up with the
boy's demands for sex, this is not normal, he thought, no one
can have seven orgasm a day, without being drugged.The boy was
begging him all day. I'm sure he's drugged, Qui-Gon seethed, he
is definitely not himself, he is not interested in anything,
except his own body,he bathes, and wears those clothes.
Sometimes Qui-Gon was sure the boy wore the tight pants to
intensify his own erection.
"Master, I'm sorry, I can't control this, I want you." Obi-Wan
begged."Don't worry about me, I'm very happy, even if you don't
fuck me,every time I ask for it, I can still have all the
pleasure, just imagining it. There's nothing else for me to
do,here, why not enjoy what I can.If we'd be free and back on
Coruscant, it'd be forbidden for you to make love to me." He
laughed, his seagreen eyes sparkling. "I don't think I care to
get back if it means, not to have you inside me.I want you to
fuck me so hard that I'd be too sore to walk. I sense that you
think this is not me, but I don't know, maybe this is more me,
than the good little Padawan you had." His hands traveled down
his chest,going inside his pants pushing the thight leather
garment down. "This is all yours, my Master." He whimpered.
No, Qui-Gon thought, he must be drugged. This is not him. Yet
he couldn't help desiring the boy, who so wantonly offered
himself.He felt horrible but tried to explain it to himself
that there was nothing he could do right now, but to try and
satisfy the boy's desires. Obi-Wan looked healthy, ate well and
definitely wasn't unhappy.
He waited on the bed for his Master. "Will you fuck me really
so hard that I won't be able to walk? You are so big, it
shouldn't be that difficult!"
"Why should I hurt you?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Maybe if I'm really sore, I won't need it again so soon.You
don't like it that I want it so often.Why? Am I doing something
wrong? I'm not hurting anybody." The boy turned on his
stomach."Do it now!"
Qui-Gon reached out for the oil.
"I said, fuck me sore! Don't use the goddamn oil!I can't stand
your disapproval a second longer!I can't help being erect all
day.I like it.You don't like it and I don't care! If you care,
do it!" The boy screamed.
Qui-Gon couldn't bring himself to hurt his Padawan. He entered
him, to the hilt gently as he always did and not without the
oil.
"This doesn't hurt at all!" Obi-Wan protested."Don't stop, it
is soo good, please." He cried out his pleasure in less than
two minutes. This is not normal, Qui-Gon knew it then.
"Obi-Wan, I'm sure you are drugged."
"Yes, and how? We eat the same food, drink the same water, use
the same oil. What if I'm not drugged, what if this is me the
naked Obi-Wan, the person I'm if there's no duty, no Force.Why
can't I be naturally unusually sensual? Why does it have to be
drugs?" The seagreen eyes blazed with anger.
Just then the top of the cage was lifted up, and Lord Albar's
ringed hand reached in, to lift out the boy.
Qui-Gon watched incredulously, as Obi-Wan was laid down gently
on the pillow of the Giant, stroked with a small feather, until
he screamed.
Albar smiled raising the writhing little body up to his mouth,
licking it evoking more screams.
Qui-Gon tried to figure out how could Obi-Wan be drugged,in
what? The only thing they didn't share was some sweet fruit
drink that Qui-Gon never liked. Yet when he tried it, he didn't
feel that it had any aphrodisiac effect. He wondered if it
could be something he's immune to, while the boy is unusually
sensitive to it. Could clothes be drugged?
Nonsense.Just in case, he lifted up the leather pants Obi-Wan
discarded. The inside of it was slick with oil, he thought it
might have been the residue of the scented oil he had used, but
it had no scent. Touching it, he felt his fingertips tingle,
just as an experiment, he put some on his penis. This is it, he
thought, when his world exploded in a red haze of desire, every
inch of his skin screamed to be touched.He was a Master, and
could controll it, he thought, but he couldn't his body took
over, and he waited crazed with impatience for Albar to give
back his Padawan. Soon enough, Albar's latest lover arrived,
and Obi-Wan was gently placed back in the cage.
"Now, I will make love to you as you wanted." Qui-Gon said.
"You are beautiful, and I love you this way, my demanding boy.
I want you on all fours in front of me now." He was instantly
obeyed.Obi-Wan laughed."So? You have decided to enjoy what we
can?" After the fourth orgasm, Qui-Gon thought they should
rest. But Obi-Wan got up from the bed and went to put on the
leather pants."I want more." He smiled.
"So you have known it that it is the oil on your clothes?"
Qui-Gon demanded.
"Yes, Master.I knew, but either this or we'd go crazy
here.Albar gave it to me, when he first played with me in his
bed. I liked it it is the most marvelous sensation.At least we
are going crazy on a good way."
"You lied to me!You said you don't know what causes your
constant arousal!" Qui-Gon was outraged.
"Yes,so what?This is the only good thing that I found here."
Obi-Wan smiled.Moving his hips seductively."I still love you,
and you still love me, what else matters? Come,here, undress
me, touch me, and you can fuck me again, it'll arouse you if
you touch me, I'm so slick with this oil, your palm will slide
on my skin."
"Obi-Wan, this is going too far. We'll eventually exhaust
ourselves."
"The hell we will. Back home we did exercises five hours daily,
this is not any more tiring. And feels a lot better than
swinging your lightsaber or sitting on a flat rock and
meditate. Come here, my love, I want to have you inside me
again. No, I'm not sore at all.Stop being so damned concerned,
it is sweet, that you are worried about me so much, but you
shouldn't! If I can have seven orgasms a day, I want them
all.And if I can have eight, I'll want nine!Touch me, feel how
hard I'm."
Qui-Gon stared at him, damn him to all the blue hells, he is
incredibly beautiful, and how can he behave like a slut and
still glow like an angel.His body responded to the blatant
invitation. He nearly tore the pants off the boy's body the
next thing he knew was that he was thrusting hard and Obi-Wan
writhed under him, screaming out his pleasure. When they were
both spent. Obi-Wan smiled at him.
"Now it hurts.But at least it reminds me that finally you
decided to use your body as it was meant to be used.I'm not a
flower, Master.I think you know it now." The boy's tousled head
rested on the wide shoulder of his Master his naked body
relaxed.
"Padawan, we still have to escape."
"What if I don't want to. I like this, I don't want the Council
to frown at us, I don't want them to tell you not to touch me I
was not born to be chaste!I've never been happier in my life."
"Am I supposed to stand by and watch while this giant, licks
you all over?"
"It's not unpleasant at all.He arouses me, with that, and then
you can fuck me. He can't.You want more? I have enough oil to
last us for years."
"Where are you hiding it?"
"In one of the clothes chest. It is in a small crate, never
heard of it, it is labeled as bido oil,whatever that
means.Would you like to get out some and anoint me all
over?Then I can do the same for you. See, I'm getting hard
again.This'd be the sixth, is that so bad to be able to come
six times a day? I love it. I think this is the best thing in
the world.Every inch of my skin is singing with pleasure, the
mere feel of the material of my shirt is enough to make me
purr, and just the velvet of the bed under me, I want you to
experience this, Master. You have to, if for nothing else but
to decide whether your crazed Padawan knows what he is doing."
The sentence was finished with a mischievous wink.
"But you said I hurted you."
"That was then, in a minute, all I'll want is you inside me
again. "The boy lay down on the bed, naked, his arms spread.
"Get a vial, and anoint me. And get one for yourself."
The crate was not that small, Qui-Gon thought. It had at least
three thousand vials in it.This has to end, the boy is out of
his mind, wanting to stay here. I must get him out of here. He
went along with trying the oil, just to know what it does. When
he finished oiling Obi-Wan's skin, the boy started to oil him.
The world exploded into a kaleidoscope of tactile sensations,
he had never known that his body could feel this way. He had no
idea that he could feel this much at once. It was as if he had
been colorblind, and now he could see everything.
"Now, how does it feel, my Master?" Obi-Wan purred."Isn't it
like half of the world was closed to you before? Is there
anything else that matters, but my body touching yours? Shall
we escape and save the world under the guidance of the Jedi
council or would you rather if I bend over and you could come
inside me? I know what you are thinking, there's more to life
than this, there are the noble goals, and our duties. But now
we are prisoners. We have no duties!" He laughed, bending over,
holding his ankles.
Qui-Gon was lost, his nerve endings screamed for relief.
Grabbing the Padawan's waist, he was in with a single trust. He
lied to me, he thought, but that had happened somewhere else in
a clouded part of the universe, a part that he had no more
place in. He was not interested in the universe, not anymore.
We are not two separate persons,he thought, we are one body,
one body, there's nothing else, he is right, there's nothing
else, but touch kisses, and strokes, his light teasing bites on
my arm, his skin, his eyes, his hair. His mouth, oh, Gods, his
mouth.I have been a Jedi, once, but now, I'm a focal point of
pleasure, and I don't want to be anything else. My Obi, all
mine, all mine, he's all mine. I'm all his.
"Yes, Master" Obi-Wan laughed. "I sure hope the Council doesn't
miss us enough to try and rescue us. I really don't want to be
rescued.You are happy too.And I can make you even happier, I
know how! I'm going to tease you until I hear you beg.You want
that? Or would you rather do it to me? It doesn't matter, we
are one body, that's how you feel too?"
"Yes,my own, we are. This is madness, but I love it, and I love
you." The Master answered.
"I'll never give you up, Master." Obi-Wan said, his eyes shone
with determination.
"Why did you say that?"
"I don't know, suddenly I had this premonition, that I might be
asked to do so. I'll never will."
"Please, don't, not even if I myself ask you to do it.Now I
start to have bad feelings too. Put it aside,let's enjoy what
we can."
/Four weeks later on Coruscant/
"They are in good shape, Master Yoda, tho the medical droids
think that there might be a lingering effect of some drug in
their system. Their skin is saturated with something called
bido oil." the Healer reported.
"I've heard about it, a long time ago, there' was a scientific
publication called Pegasus5, that detailed the effects of it.
It is something that they were probably forced to use." Yoda
said. "The effects will wear off soon enough." He didn't say
anything more. It wasn't easy to find Qui-Gon and his
apprentice,on Ginary, but for the combined talents of the
entire Council, nothing was impossible. The rescue was fairly
easy, timed carefully, the Master and Padawan were brought
home, without much trouble, a few of the droids, in Lord
Albar's house had to be deactivated and that was all. Mace
Windu and half a dozen Jedi Knights, took over the food
delivery ship, and while pretending to deliver food for the
captives, they brought them out in the empty containers that
the food was in.
Yoda was still waiting for the detailed report of Master
Windu.It was oddly late in coming.
Now the door slid open and Windu arrived. "This was not
difficult, but the problems are just beginning. When we got
there, we witnessed an abomination. Master Jinn had taken his
Padawan as his catamite.Something has to be done about
that.Both of them are tainted beyond saving."
"I don't think the Padawan is beyond saving, he might be
traumatized, but not hopeless, the memories of what had
happened to him can be wiped from his mind. Qui-Gon will have
to be restrained, where our flawed sabers are kept, and if he's
not entirely lost, he can be treated."
Mace liked the expression, a Jedi, who disobeyed the council
was called a flawed saber. Some of them were exiled, others
received Force suggestions, that some fussier souls might have
called brainwashing. But that was not anything like that, a
rogue Jedi needs to be brough back into the fold, and after
such gentle correction, they never doubted the wisdom of the
Council again and lived in peace ever after. Now it was even
more important that every Jedi was one hundred procent
reliable, because, as Yoda suspected the Sith was not extinct.
Now even the slightest deviation was dangerous.
"Call the council together as soon as those two recovered
sufficiently. The healer said they are healthy. Should take no
longer than two days, and don't tell a soul outside the
council. No one must know that Obi-Wan had been used like that.
He will forget it had ever happened, and you might even temper
with his thoughts so that he'd be inclined to remain chaste for
the rest of his life."Yoda suggested.
/Two days later in the Council's chamber./
"Master Jinn, you have seduced your Padawan, the fact that you
were captives, doesn't excuse this behavior. The Padawan Kenobi
must be provided with a future, but you shall be taken to the
retreat, and given a four year period of evaluation to see if
you can be redeemed." Windu announced.
"Evaluated you will be," Yoda said. "Take care of your Padawan
the Council will. Master Jinn,of you ashamed we are."
Obi-Wan's laughter rang out loud. "You don't understand. He
didn't seduce me. I seduced him. Watch me, I can seduce you
too." Throwing off his Jedi robes, he undressed, revealing his
beautiful body. He just stood there, waves of sensuality
emanating from him. The Council members gasped.
"Leave us!" Windu cried. "Peddle your wares on the street
corners, you abomination! Master Jinn will forget you have ever
existed!"
"No!" Qui-Gon screamed."No! Don't make him leave! Or throw me
out with him!"
"You are going to be evaluated."
Obi-Wan howled with outrage. "Evaulated? You are going to
imprison him and brainwash him! You will regret this! He is
mine!"
"Yes, my Obi, I'm yours. We shall meet again."
They wanted to embrace, but the combined power of the Council
kept them paralyzed.
Obi-Wan was allowed to take a set of used clothes, something
neutral, but not his Jedi robes.He was afraid. He felt the
power of the Council, and knew he was not ready to fight them.
He choked back his tears, and walked out of the JediTemple,
with his head held high. If it takes my whole life, I'll have
him back! I don't care from now on, all I want is Qui-Gon. If I
have to personally wring the green neck of Master Yoda, I'd do
it with delight. He didn't know how he's going to make a
living, somehow he had the feeling that the Council will take
care of it that he shouldn't get employment, apart from as
Windu said, selling his body on the street corners, not that he
cared, he could do that, that'd mean nothing to him.
"You don't have to do that, Kenobi." A soft cultured voice
spoke to him. And if you want Master Jinn in your arms, you can
have that too. You will be my Dark Lord. I'm the Sith Master
the Jedi Council is so desperate to find.I'll give you
everything you desire, power and your beloved. I'll get him
away from the Council for you."
He looked around and saw nobody, yet the voice was clear.
"He will never accept me as a Sith Lord."
"Yes, he will. He loves you more than you can imagine. He'll go
with you to the seventh blue hell, if that's the only place you
can be together. But if you are worried about this, I can make
him forget he had ever been a Jedi, I'm twice the master your
wrinkled little green tyrant is. I can make Qui-Gon wake up,
and you can tell him that he is your bonded mate, and he had an
accident and lost his memory.
"That'd suit me fine.But not yet,first I want to know if he'd
accept me without any manipulation." Obi-Wan said. "I presume
I'll have to swear fealty to you.."
"Yes of course. But it is worth the reward isn't it? You will
find that being a Sith Lord is not a bad position. When I die,
you'll rule the galaxy with Master Jinn as your lover,and a
proper apprentice you have raised from the cradle. And you will
get to wipe out the Jedi Council."
"I'm not powerful enough to do that."
"You will be." The silky voice purred.
"I don't have to share your bed, I presume."
"No, my realm is of the mind, not the body. but you can indulge
yourself. It will be rather unusual to have a Sith Lord who is
more attractive than scary, but this is an unusual era, now,
the Sith is ready to strike. Look at me."
Obi-Wan felt his jaw drop. Where he had seen nothing but thin
air, now stood Supreme Chancellor Palpatine."How could I not
seen you!"
"Join the club of billions." Palpatine pleased little smile was
familiar, he had seen it on dozens of holos. "Take this key
around the corner there's a speeder waiting, the directions are
programmed into it. Go, occupy your new quarters.I'll take care
that you don't have to wait for your carnal pleasures too long.
I have every intention to spoil you,first, you relax, and get
to know the Sith, then I will train you to use the Force as
those sanctimonious clowns never would dream of using it.
You'll like the power it gives you.Go now, I'll visit you
tonight."
The sleek black speeder was there it's door opened up for him.
The ride was long and very fast. I think I'm dreaming all this,
he thought. How could Palpatine be the Sith Lord, right under
the Council's nose! He was almost ready to wake up and find
himself in his Master's arms in their Glass Cage on Ginaria.
The speeder came to a halt in front of a black rock wall.There
was a narrow spiral staircase leading up. He walked up on it,
arriving to a small door, it had a lock, that the key he was
given fitted in the door swung open revealing a dark corridor,
he had to walk in feeling the walls with his fingertips. After
about fifty yards in total darkness, he came to another door
this was lit with torches on both side. It opened of it's own
volition. A silver droid came to him.
"Welcome, home, Master. I hope you'll find the house to your
satisfaction."
It was a fortress, spartan but well equipped.Obi-Wan walked
around, it had a small bedchamber, a very large room for
training, another bedchamber, that he thought might be for the
Sith Master, there was a fair sized bathing pool, and a small
dining area. On the lower level, Obi-Wan found the largest and
most amazingly advanced computer room, with connections to
every terminal in the Galaxy. This explains a lot. The walls ot
that room were lined with shelves,holding books and
scrolls,data disks, even stone tablets, parchments, leather
sheets, records carved into clay, knotted strings, runes
written on sticks. This is the library of the Sith, he
thought.All the knowledge ever recorded about the Force. The
droid followed him everywhere.
"Master, you have to let me know your schedule, when do you
want your firstmeal and your midmeal, and your lastmeal, and
what temperature your bath should be? And what kind of meals do
you require? Master, about the clothing, the tailor will come
tomorrow, or you'd rather see an armorer?"
"A tailor will do fine." He almost laughed."As for my
firstmeal, I want it right now.Bread and wine, with mushrooms
fried crisp."
He thought the droid looked relieved. "Have I said something
you like?"
"Far it be from me Master, to criticize your predecessor, but I
think your taste is more sophisticated."
"Why what did he eat?"
"He preferred his meat raw and bloody."
"I do not eat meat. But I'll like a wide variety of fruits. And
as many different kind of breads, as you can have. And
sweetcakes.White wine not dry full bodied sweet and fruity."
"How about the wenches?"The droid asked.
"I do not need them.If there are any in the house, reward them
generously and let them go."
"Yes, Master.You don't want them killed? It'd be easy to poison
them."
"Do they know something that warrants that?"
"They might go home and gossip about your predecessor."
"That doesn't concern me."
"As you wish, Master."
The meal was excellent,now he was almost sure he was not
dreaming.
"The wine is perfect." He told the droid.
"Thank you, Master. We are all trying hard to please you."
My predecessor must have driven them to desperation, he smiled.
They'll like a Jedi, who's not used to luxuries,the bread is
really excellent, and the mushrooms are crispy. Never thought
I'd have a home like this, and droids serving me, what can be
wrong with the Sith ruling the galaxy, I hate the Jedi Council
already.Can Palpatine really get Qui-Gon here?
/Next day/
The tailor came. Obi-Wan was shown some holos of his
predecessor, a man in flowing black robes and a red and black
tattoo on his face. No, he thought nothing like this, if
Palpatine could walk around as a senator from Naboo, I could
walk around as I please. He wanted normal clothes, silver and
black leather, black wool and high boots. One long leather
coat, to wear his lightsaber under. He was given a lightsaber
with a red blade, that he tried in the exercise room.
He resigned himself to wait.
/Two weeks later/
Qui-Gon didn't know, how he ever got out of the burning
building of the Jedi retreat where maybe ten or twenty Jedi was
evaluated, or what Qui-Gon thought brainwashed. A huge fire
broken out and the whole building burned to the ground. As far
as he knew, nobody survived the blaze but him. He was unharmed.
He found himself sitting on a small bunk. He felt he was on a
ship, a droid came to him.
"Master, can I help you in any way?"
"Yes, you can tell me where am I being taken?"
"You are going to the fort of Darth Insati."
"A Sith?"
"Yes, Master Jinn. Lord Darth Insati, my master requested your
presence at his dinner table tonight."
Insati? What kind of a name is that? He was trying to make
sense of the name on all the languages he spoke.Maybe the Sith
is trying to recruite me,he wondered.I know the Council thought
they are probably still around.I don't care,what they want with
me, all I hope for is to get a chance,to find my Obi, I don't
even know what they've done to him they threw him out on the
street. He's not helpless, he won't starve, he's a Jedi, but he
must be missing me as much as I miss him.I hope he's not doing
something desperate!
"Would you like to take a bath, Master?" the droid asked."Your
clothes are all sooty, may I clean them?"
"Yes." He undressed, remembering how it felt to be naked with
his Obi in his arms. Desire washed over him with intense heat.
He took a shower, and received his cleaned clothes from the
droid.
They landed somewhere that was not a spaceport, shortly after,
he made himself presentable. The droid escorted him to a rocky
hillside. And led him through the dark tunnel to the door of
the hidden Sith fortress. Inside, he was led into a small
dining room, and the droid bid him to sit down at the table. He
felt no human presence at all in the house. If the Sith lords
learned to withold their presence in the Force, no wonder Yoda
thought that the Dark is difficult to sense.
He waited for a while. One of the back walls slid open. Qui-Gon
gasped. His Obi-Wan stood there, dressed in tight fitting black
leather pants, and black boots that went up almost to his
crotch. Black silk shirt with long, loose sleeves hugged his
torso, his sandy hair fall past his shoulders in soft waves. He
was smiling.
"Do you mind, Master, that I'm the Sith Lord? I wondered if my
name means something to you?"
"I should have known," Qui-Gon sighed. "Darth Insatiable?"
"I think it's a good joke."
"What will happen now?"
"Do you want me still? Are you ready to turn? Their light is
not for us, besides, I think their light is not all that light.
They were ready to brainwash you." Anger blazed in the
bluegreen eyes. "I hope they didn't finish the job."
"No, my Obi, they did not. All they did was to make me tell
them in vivid details, what had happened to us on Ginaria. And
they kept telling me how disgusting you are."
"Am I?"
"No, my love, nothing had changed between us. And nothing ever
will."
"You love me.I shall train in the arts of the Sith, and as my
new Master tells me, soon the Sith will rule the Galaxy, after
my Master's death, I'll be the new Sith Master." Obi-Wan sat
down at the table, graceful as always." I think you could be
the Emperor of the Galaxy, you'd make a great ruler.The Sith
could serve your Empire. I'm convinced that the Galaxy will be
better off without the corrupt Senate and the Jedi Council.
There might be a time of war, and turmoil,but after that, there
shall be peace and order for the people. And for the two of
us,as much lovemaking as we can manage. Would you make a child
for me? A child to be my apprentice, and the next Sith Master?
I'd love your child more than my own."
Qui-Gon reached out, to hold him. "I never hoped we'd be
together again."
"There's always something else never give up, you told me
once." Obi-Wan laughed."Kiss me,take me.I don't think we need
any bido oil to make us more interested." He was stripping of
his shirt, the soft black silk slid off his body, he took off
his boots, and his pants, he wore nothing underneath that. He
undressed Qui-Gon as well. "I don't think we'll have our meal
first.Unless this counts." Naked, he knelt between his Master's
legs.
Palpatine watched them in his own room on his private monitor.
"Nothing better than a happy Sith Lord, and this one will serve
me with more dedication. than any other. His plans for the
future are precious to him. He is right, Qui-Gon would make a
great ruler both of them will be immensely popular, the wise
older man and the beautiful young warrior. The Galaxy shall
belong to the Sith. That's all I want.I'll have my years of
glory, and soon I'll stand looking at the ruins of the Jedi
Temple. What else is there for me? The two of them will have
more than I ever had. I wish I didn't promise him that he
doesn't have to share my bed. But let it be enough for me to
see them."
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