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(much) and I'm making no $.
Summary: At his eighteenth birthday celebration, Obi-Wan is
kidnapped by somone from Qui-Gon's past, and he is coerced into
selling himself into slavery. His situation forces him to
re-examine all he has believed about his future with Qui-Gon.
Warnings: YES!!! This story seriously blurs and toys with the
notions of non-con. It also gets rather kinky. If you have any
concerns about whether or not this story will disturb you, I
strongly suggest checking beyond the spoiler space for more
info.
Notes and thanks: Huge debt of gratitude to Trinity, for
hanging in there through 4 drafts of this sucker. Her advice
and input were critical. Extra special thanks to LaConstance
and Fox. Both of these ladies were amazing. LaConstance created
an analysis that was *incredibly* detailed and so helpful in
getting the final version in shape (and I'm deeply humbled at
the work that had to have gone into that). Fox gave it the
fine-toothed comb and not only called me on my occasionally
atrocious grammar, but she had some really insightful plot
points that helped me make the fic better. Special thanks also
to RavenD and to Pumpkin for their help, too. This story would
not be the same, and would not be as good without their
insights as well. Sincerest Thanks to all of you, again!
(And if I forgot someone, please feel free to <whap> me!)
A crooked smile, warm blue eyes, and a gentle caress to the
back of his head... Obi-Wan held fast to that memory; it was
the key to his last reserve of calm. To let those images escape
from his mind would surely send him spiraling into panic.
Avon-Durr, his captor, fingered the tiny lock on Obi-Wan's new
collar and stepped back with a salacious grin, pocketing the
little gold key. Obi-Wan could feel his connection to the Force
dampening, until all he felt was a useless, dull thrum.
"Now, courageous little Jedi, tell me again what your Master
will do when he finds me." Avon-Durr's request was softly
spoken, but Obi-Wan didn't mistake the danger in the man's cold
dark eyes. "That was not rhetorical, boy. Say it!" Sudden
volume betrayed the man's volatility.
Obi-Wan's mouth opened, but his throat constricted before he
could utter even a syllable of his prediction. The collar? He
tried again. He felt a series of electro-magnetic pulses as
soon as his throat vibrated with an attempt at sound. Despite
realizing the implications, it was instinct to try again. The
band of the collar gripped his larynx, clenching even more the
harder he tried to speak. All the Sith fucking Hells!
Force-dampening and voice-restricting. This was not good.
Crooked smile, soothing shades of blue, and the feel of
Qui-Gon's warm, large hand ruffling his hair fondly... His
center gradually returned.
Obi-Wan opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed when he
heard the almost hysterical cackling of the surly humanoid
who'd kidnapped him from his padawan outing.
"Ridiculous Jedi, the lot of you. You think that because your
padawans pass their eighteenth year, that they're suddenly
grown! Whelps, all of you. Sending a bunch of eighteen-year-old
padawans off planet to celebrate their adulthood. It's
laughable, don't you think?" Durr cocked his head as he asked.
Obi-Wan's automatic reply earned him a squeeze from the collar
before he remembered. Durr bent in half, chuckling even harder.
"Oops!" he fairly giggled, as he glanced up with an eerie
facsimile of good humor.
"Like I was saying," Durr continued once he calmed himself.
"Easy pickings. What do eighteen-year-old boys like? Simple!
Eighteen-year-old girls! Girls who bat their pretty eyes, lick
their lips and make you hard as a grotta rock. Well, life is
about much more than your libido, boy."
Obi-Wan's memory flashed to the pretty young girl who'd asked
him to dance at the club on Alderaan. He'd thought she was
moving awfully fast, but his hormones had won their battle
against his good judgment. Plus, they were on *Alderaan* where
there was hardly anything to fear; and so it was a shock indeed
to look up from where the girl's nose was nuzzling his navel in
the darkened alley of the club, just in time to see the butt of
a blaster connect with his temple. Durr was right about one
thing. He wasn't any brighter this quarter than the last,
simply for having turned eighteen. He'd have to take up with
Master Yoda this field trip custom for newly minted
eighteen-year-olds.
"With any luck, you Jedi will learn another lesson from this.
Your actions have consequences. Qui-Gon Jinn's actions must
have consequences." The man now spoke in low, seething tone,
all of his mirth gone.
Obi-Wan looked at his captor through narrowed eyes. What was
this man planning to do to him? What grudge did Durr hold with
his Master that he would use a Padawan to get revenge?
"But, in order for him to fully experience those consequences,"
Durr continued, staring hard at Obi-Wan, "he will eventually
have to find you, and see for himself what his actions have
caused. If you attempt to escape before I arrange for him to
locate you, you will die. Now, mind you, I wouldn't mind seeing
your Master have to live with that guilt; in fact, it would be
as acceptable as having to see what condition you are in when
he does get to you. So whether you live or die is entirely up
to you. I will know if you attempt escape. I have eyes and ears
everywhere. Do not test me on this, little Jedi Padawan... I do
not bluff."
Obi-Wan believed him.
The slave market of Pilani. Obi-Wan had heard rumors of this
world. They were an oddity in that sexual slavery was
voluntary, a choice made by many of Pilani's people. A Pilanian
who sold him or herself into sexual slavery could be assured
that their young ones and elders would have sufficient funds to
be fed and clothed for many years. It was considered a noble
sacrifice. Beyond that, Obi-Wan knew nothing of the customs of
buying and selling a Pilanian Pisan, the term they used for
their sex slaves.
Avon-Durr showed Obi-Wan to a few potential buyers, and all
looked upon him with kind and gentle violet eyes. Their
species' fair coloring and mannerisms made their compassion
evident, and almost palpable. Still, he was a commodity to be
bought and sold, whether he was treated kindly or not. After
all, even livestock were occasionally petted and kindly treated
at auction.
It was difficult to stand there and placidly accept the
shoppers' tender caresses to his cheek, but Obi-Wan's
compliance at that point was guaranteed. Durr had explained
that the collar had another handy feature; it could emit an
electromagnetic pulse strong enough to disrupt electrical
activity in his brain; that meant that his involuntary motor
responses, such as his heart beat and his respiration would
simply cease. Obi-Wan would die.
A small remote device that Durr kept in his pocket controlled
the collar. If Obi-Wan attempted to escape, Durr would use it,
as he'd promised. If Obi-Wan did anything to hint that he was
anything but a willing Pisan, Durr would use it. Dying was not
an option. Besides the guilt that his death would cause
Qui-Gon, it simply wasn't in Obi-Wan's nature to give up his
life merely to escape the temporary indignity of sexual
slavery.
He'd been given further incentive to behave when Durr warned
him that if he was too much trouble, his owner had the right to
geld him.
"Oh, don't look so shocked, Jedi Padawan," Durr had admonished.
"How else do owners keep their male pets docile? Voluntary
slavery or no, these Pilanians will not want you to be too
spirited. But, they're your balls, do what you like," he'd
shrugged and then left to greet the next set of potential
customers in his waiting room.
Obi-Wan had no intention of causing trouble. He'd behave as a
Jedi and do what he must until the situation was resolved. And
he'd do it with his balls intact. He would not return to
Qui-Gon a eunuch.
Obi-Wan's head snapped up when Durr threw the door open once
again. A tall Pilanian came in, with his almost-as-tall mate. A
husband and wife who had been to see him earlier, he realized.
This time, though, there were two more Pilanians with them.
Boys of about his age, they both stood nearly as tall as
Qui-Gon. They entered the room behind their mother, with twin
smiles of anticipation. Slowly, the young men walked around
their mother to get a better look at the wares-- Obi-Wan. He
was suddenly grateful, and not for the first time, that Durr
had left him dressed in modest leggings and a simple tunic.
He'd even allowed Obi-Wan to keep his boots.
It did not escape Obi-Wan, the irony that though Durr had used
a girl as bait to abduct him, the customers who came to view
him were all looking for a Pisan for a male. Obi-Wan rubbed at
an insistent itch on his hip as he eyed the family warily,
particularly the younger males.
The lanky young men now watching him avidly had
shoulder-length, slightly wavy black hair, gentle smiles formed
from lush lips, and the fair skin and violet eyes common to
their species. "Father, he's exquisite!" one of the boys
exclaimed softly. The young men circled him cautiously, and
Obi-Wan realized that he was trembling.
"Easy, we won't hurt you," the other one whispered and caressed
his cheek with the backs of his fingers, as many of the other
Pilanians had done.
"He's not Pilanian," the first twin remarked to Durr, the
question in the statement plain.
"No. He's from a small moon world of Darona. But he has known
of the Pilanian Pisans and is grateful to have this chance to
care for his loved ones. His sacrifice will help educate his
young sisters and will help see that his aging grandfather
receives medical care." Durr's lie rolled from his tongue
effortlessly.
More sets of sympathetic eyes settled on him. Obi-Wan swallowed
a thick surge of emotion. These people had no idea why he was
there. They had no idea what the true root of his despair was,
and yet they seemed to sense the depths of it anyway.
"Well, Cason, Eron, what do you think?"
The boys flanked Obi-Wan in an ironically protective formation
and turned to their father. Obi-Wan glanced sideways at both
boys and saw matching smiles. The young men then moved in front
of their new purchase. "Your gift to your loved ones humbles
and honors us, Obi-Wan." Cason, Obi-Wan believed, spoke with a
sincerity that made his stomach flutter.
So, Durr had actually told them his name... perhaps he'd told
the truth about Qui-Gon eventually coming for him after all.
Obi-Wan's pulse raced as he watched Durr finish the transaction
with the Pilanian father. Though they appeared to be kind
people despite purchasing a sex slave, they were an unknown
quantity to Obi-Wan.
"I'll send the data on his collar once I get in contact with
the medical facility on Darona," Durr was telling the tall,
susceptible Pilanian. "Shame about the accident, really. But at
least the collar allows him to breathe properly and lead a
normal life otherwise..."
Obi-Wan was furthered frightened by the finely crafted details
Durr had put into place. If collars were not required of Pisans
on this world, then Durr had explained its presence as well as
his silence flawlessly.
"Come, Obi-Wan. It's time to take you home now," Eron told him
gently. After a very subtle warning glance from Avon-Durr,
Obi-Wan nodded obediently and followed his new owners out of
the room that had served as Durr's Pisan brokerage office.
Obi-Wan couldn't help but stare at the tall buildings as their
shuttle wove into the air traffic. Some of these structures
equaled the towers of Coruscant. Obi-Wan had missed this view
coming into the Pilanian capital. He'd still been unconscious.
Unlike Coruscant, though, the tall towers eventually gave way
to shorter structures, less densely-constructed buildings, and
eventually to sprawling and lush greenery. Qui-Gon would love
this view, Obi-Wan thought with a pang of remorse. Though
they'd had some rocky moments, he and his Master had eventually
become a team, and more than that, Qui-Gon had become his
friend. They'd come to a point in which they could either share
their deepest thoughts, or simply be in one another's company
in contented silence. Obi-Wan didn't want to have to see the
disappointment in Qui-Gon's eyes at this fiasco of his.
What in the stars had he been thinking, going to that club? He
could have spent his birthday holiday with Qui-Gon. Padawans
were not *forced* to take the Alderaan eighteenth-year
excursion, it was merely an unofficial tradition. He could have
simply told Yoda that he preferred to spend his break with
Qui-Gon. But no... his friends were going, and it had sounded
so tempting, meeting all those pretty girls. And though Obi-Wan
had foreseen that his bond with Qui-Gon would someday become
intimate, he did not know when it would happen. So, like an
impatient child, he decided he could not wait for an
undetermined time to discover the physical pleasures of sex,
with a partner, that is. *Idiot*, Obi-Wan silently growled at
himself.
Obi-Wan's thoughts were interrupted as the transport slowed and
came to a group of four oval structures connected by skywalks.
They looked clean and white, with lots of glass to reflect
beams of golden sunlight.
Once they pulled in front of the estate, Obi-Wan could see that
the oval buildings rested upon curved pillars, and were about
fifty meters from the ground. Through his viewport, he could
see an elevator rising from the bottom of the largest pillar of
the central building in the complex. The shuttle landed and
numbly, Obi-Wan rose when prompted.
He followed the Pilanian family to the elevator door he's seen
from the shuttle.
"Welcome home, Obi-Wan. This is the Laridian family estate."
Obi-Wan looked into the elder Laridian's eyes and nodded his
understanding.
"Ison, remind the boys to be easy with him, please. Sir
Avon-Durr did say that Obi-Wan is a virgin," the boys' mother
spoke softly.
"Yes, Risa, of course. I'll have a long talk with them after
evening meal."
Obi-Wan caught Cason and Eron glancing at one another to roll
their eyes. If he hadn't been frightened and anxious, Obi-Wan
might also have been amused by the irony of the matriarch's
remark. It was the immature endeavor to lose his virginity that
got him into this mess.
Obi-Wan's heart pounded against his breastbone as the elevator
took them to the main entryway of the estate. Exiting the
elevator, he couldn't help but appreciate the view from the
wide, curved window. Wild, exotic greenery grew up all around,
and he could see rolling hills in the distance. The living area
of the complex was level with the tops of the trees around it.
With a pang, Obi-Wan realized that if not for the collar, the
Living Force would have been singing to him in that moment.
A hand slipping into his startled Obi-Wan out of his reverie.
He glanced to his side and upward to see Eron smiling at him
tenderly. "Come. We'll show you to our quarters. We can get you
changed, and then we'll go to the dining room for our meal."
Obi-Wan looked all around him as they continued deeper into the
sky dwelling, taking in all of the details of this unusual
home. He knew that he must have looked like a child doing so,
but his lack of connection to the Force made him feel as if he
was missing one of his senses, one he'd had all of his life,
such as his hearing. The only devices left to him in this
situation were his other powers of perception. Then realized he
was thinking in terms of escape again. He couldn't do that.
Force only knew what else that damnable collar could do. Durr
had said he had eyes and ears everywhere, after all.
At last they walked across one of the skywalks and came to the
door to the twins' quarters. When Cason palmed the door open,
Obi-Wan's jaw dropped. The room was huge. There was a sitting
area with large, plush-looking sofas, a low table and a
fireplace. The wall opposite was mirrored floor to ceiling and
there was an exercise mat in front of it. Next to the mirrored
wall was a rack with combat staffs. So that was how the boys
kept in shape? That meant that if they allowed it, he might
also be able to keep himself fit. He'd at least try.
Straight ahead was another door, a smoky plexi-glass that
palmed open as well. Inside was a bed that looked to be sized
for a nobleman. It was covered with a huge, white down
comforter and mounds of pillows. On the wall opposite the bed
was an armoire and a chest of drawers made of a rich,
deeply-colored wood.
"This is yours, Obi-Wan," Eron explained. He must have looked
dumbstruck, because both boys chuckled softly. "You're an
honored Pisan, Obi-Wan. Your comfort and pleasure will be a
priority for us. Come, we'll show you our sleeping room."
Eron again took Obi-Wan's hand and led him to yet another door,
deeper into the suite of rooms. Obi-Wan was further surprised
to see that while it was elegant, it was really very simple.
There were two beds, large enough for the boys to be
comfortable, but they looked very practical.
Oh, but this room also featured a large window with a view of
the rolling hills and a garden in full bloom. It was then that
Obi-Wan realized the importance of the layout of the rooms.
Obi-Wan's room was in the center of the boys' wing of the
Laridian home, and was accessible from Cason and Eron's
sleeping room and from the common room. He would most likely be
servicing the young men in the large bed that was to be his.
He'd almost allowed himself to forget why they were being so
kind to him.
"The bathing room has a door from in here as well as from your
room. It's large enough that we can all comfortably share,"
Cason told him. "Come, let's get you changed. You must be
hungry."
He couldn't deny that, Obi-Wan realized as he felt his stomach
rumble.
Back in his room, they opened the armoire to show Obi-Wan his
new wardrobe. Tunics of the softest fabrics, some in luxuriant
silks, hung from padded hangers. There was also a row of
leggings to match them. "We didn't know how tall you'd be, so
the leggings might be a little long. For now, they'll tuck
nicely into your boots. We'll send them out tomorrow to be
altered. And we'll have some more appropriate shoes for you
ordered as well." Eron explained the situation with his clothes
as he rummaged through the hangers to find Obi-Wan something to
change into.
"These will do nicely." The smiling young man pulled out a set
of rich brown leggings and its matching tunic, one of the
silks.
Obi-Wan took the proffered clothes and just stood, feeling so
lost. Cason touched his arm sympathetically. "Don't worry,
Obi-Wan. We won't ask anything of you before dinner. And
anyway, it's really best to curb this modesty now." He
punctuated his statement with a kiss to Obi-Wan's flushed
cheek.
He moved to the bed to sit while he removed his boots. He was
grateful that the boys, despite Cason's words, had busied
themselves looking over the wardrobe further. They murmured
softly about the arrangements to have them fitted for Obi-Wan's
size.
He'd just dropped his leggings when the young men turned to him
and smiled appreciatively. He felt his cheeks enflame yet again
at their scrutiny. So much for subtle discretion. And damn
Avon-Durr for leaving him without any underwear. It looked like
his new owners were not inclined to give him any, either.
Trying not to rush and show his discomfort any further, Obi-Wan
pulled the new leggings on and tried to finish his changing
casually. Through surreptitious glances he saw the approving
expressions on the boys' faces. He wasn't sure what that meant
to him, so he did his best to convince himself that it didn't
mean anything to him at all.
Dinner was another round of surprises. He was seated at the
dining table with the immediate family. Large and round, the
table had a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, and a servant
brought platters of succulent meats and roasted vegetables.
Obi-Wan was given heaps of food, and his goblet was kept filled
with cool fruit juice. Risa Laridian smiled her approval and
encouraged him to eat. He couldn't stop his smile of gratitude
to her. He'd not eaten since before he was kidnapped from
Alderaan.
As dinner wore on, he found it impossible to believe that these
people would consider castrating him. They certainly showed no
fear of him, and had not treated him as an animal or potential
escapee. It seemed Durr had done some bluffing after all. The
problem was, calling these bluffs had too high a price.
After evening meal, the Laridian boys escorted him back to
their quarters. They showed him stacks of data pads, filled
with novels and various books that they thought Obi-Wan would
enjoy. They also had a collection of holo-vids, and he was
assured he could view them anytime he wished. When they
promised him a full tour of the estate in the morning, he
allowed himself a measure of hope that he would be allowed to
retire-- alone.
Moments later, he cursed himself for indulging in the folly of
hope. He was a sex slave, after all-- well-fed and
well-treated, but still a sex slave.
"It's your first night, Obi-Wan. We wouldn't want to overwhelm
you. So, tonight we see to your pleasure exclusively. Come.
Time for bed," Cason whispered the last.
Obi-Wan's heart seized, then began to thump loudly. These boys
had no idea that his situation was not voluntary. They had
treated him with such kindness, and even a certain deference...
and yet, he could only think of what was to come as a
violation.
Reflexively, he summoned the image of Qui-Gon's lopsided smile,
the one that made his eyes twinkle, and the feeling of his
comforting hand ruffling and then smoothing down the spikes of
his hair. But for the first time since the ordeal began, those
images brought pain and shame rather than comfort. Those images
were from the last time he'd seen Qui-Gon... When his Master
had wished him a good trip and a happy birthday and had then
seen him off at his transport for Alderaan. Those images now
served to remind him of just how terribly he'd betrayed
Qui-Gon. And himself.
His dinner roiled in his stomach as his new owners led him into
his room. Just as they walked through the door, Ison Laridian
came into the common room of the quarters, a gently requested
"Hold," catching them before the boys could palm Obi-Wan's
bedroom door shut. Crossing the quarters with a sober
expression, he stood in the doorway to address his sons and
Obi-Wan.
"Well. Your first night together. All three of you bear a
responsibility to see that this night sets the tone for a
fulfilling relationship to come. Obi-Wan, I realize how
difficult this will be for you. I'm certain that you understand
that our hospitality comes at a price. My sons understand that
it is their duty to ensure that that price never seems entirely
too high. Cason, Eron, I do not ever want to hear that you have
caused this generous boy pain."
Ison paused, probably to let his words sink into all three
young men. They definitely sank in for Obi-Wan. The elder
Laridian was making it clear to his sons that while Obi-Wan was
there to attend to the boys' sexual appetites, the family would
see to his comforts. To Obi-Wan, it only emphasized one thing;
he was fully expected to perform sexually. And no amount of
silk luxuries or culinary delicacies could change that.
Suddenly the walls seemed to close in. There was nowhere to go.
This was it.
"Obi-Wan, I will come to you in one quarter's time to ask you
again if you are certain that this is the right choice for you.
It is the right of every potential Pisan to renege on the Pisan
agreement after the quarter's trial period. If you do that, the
sum of money already transferred to your family will remain
theirs, and there will be no shame for your decision. However,
all further promised support will be withdrawn. Do you
understand?" He asked the last very softly, but so very
intensely.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Obi-Wan nodded. He understood
perfectly. If Qui-Gon did not come for him before the quarter
was out, he would have no choice but to make the lifetime Pisan
agreement. If he did not agree, Avon-Durr would make his death
a certainty. And that was out of the question. He had a destiny
to fulfill.
One whole quarter. Until then, Obi-Wan had been thinking in
terms of days. He believed that he would be free eventually; it
was somehow a part of Durr's plan. But now, he was becoming
afraid that he would be irrevocably damaged by the time he did
return to Qui-Gon. Resolutely, he forced down his rising panic
and listened carefully to what Ison Laridian had to say.
"Cason, Eron, do you understand?" Both boys nodded solemnly,
and their father continued. "Do not mislead him. He needs to
know what it will mean to be your Pisan so that he can make the
right decision. But remember to be gentle with him. Be
intuitive to his pleasure. He cannot tell you because of the
damage to his throat in that shuttle accident. You must pay
attention to him. Treat him well, show him the respect he
deserves, and you will all be very happy."
"We understand," Cason replied earnestly.
Ison swept his gaze over all of them one more time, then
inclined his head, said goodnight, and left the quarters. The
boys turned to Obi-Wan and smiled, obviously trying to make him
at ease.
"Well, Obi-Wan. We did promise you that tonight would be for
your pleasure only. And we meant that," Cason reminded him. He
took his hand and led him to the bathing room. "We'll start
with a hot bath. You'll feel much better and much more
relaxed."
Eron turned on the taps for the large sunken tub while Cason
showed Obi-Wan the rest of the room. There was a long counter
with a mirror over it, and two sinks. There was also a roomy
shower stall, and what Obi-Wan assumed was a closet turned out
to be a small steam room. When they turned from the steam room,
Obi-Wan saw that his bath was nearly full.
He knew it was ridiculous to wish for the boys to leave. They
would likely be... fondling him very soon anyway, assuming that
since he'd chosen to prostitute his life away that he was
inclined to want such pleasure. He couldn't help but pray for
the moment of his first indignity to be put off as long as
possible.
No such luck. Gentle hands began to peel the silk tunic he wore
from his shoulders. Soft lips skimmed from behind his ear and
down his throat, skipping past the damnable collar. Don't
panic, he commanded himself. Don't panic, they won't hurt me.
They promised.
While Cason caressed his bare back, Eron knelt to remove his
boots. He had to balance himself by putting his hands on the
young man's shoulders. Eron smiled and murmured a soft "That's
it," as the boots came off and were pushed aside. Then the
young man's hands moved slowly to the waistband of his
leggings.
Obi-Wan couldn't help it. Nervousness and the fingers dancing
along his shoulder blades conspired to make his penis begin to
firm. Oh no, he inwardly groaned, knowing they would think he
wanted their touch. With great care, Eron pulled the waistband
back from Obi-Wan's taut belly and pulled down. His shaft
bobbed free and the soft leggings brushed his legs as the boy
pulled them off.
"Very nice, Obi-Wan," Eron grinned as his fingertip quickly
traced the large vein that traversed his erection. "And what
fine balls," the boy added as he fluttered his fingertips along
Obi-Wan's perineum and then gently held his testicles.
Involuntarily, they drew up and tightened at the attention.
Obi-Wan was mortified, but Cason and Eron seemed enraptured.
"Come, let's get you clean," Cason whispered into his ear.
Obi-Wan shivered, but nodded obediently and allowed himself to
be led to the tub.
He had to admit that the bath was relaxing. The hot water
helped to loosen muscles made tight with apprehension and fear.
It also helped that the twins' attention turned to the more
practical tasks and cleansing him and massaging his back and
shoulders. However, Obi-Wan didn't relax to the degree that he
allowed himself to hope that this night would end without
something happening to turn him inside out.
As they bade him stand and climb out of the tub so they could
dry him, Eron playfully tugged at his Padawan braid. "A
Daronian custom?" he asked. For a second, Obi-Wan was confused.
Oh, Darona, his supposed home world. The boy's assumption
confirmed to Obi-Wan that they had never encountered a Jedi
Padawan. It was entirely possible that they were unfamiliar
with the Jedi altogether. Pilani had had little need for Jedi
intervention in the last decades. Another hope, slight as it
might have been, that he'd be recognized for what he truly was,
was dashed. To answer Eron's question, Obi-Wan could only nod.
"You miss your home, we know. We're going to try to help you
with that, Obi-Wan," Cason told him sincerely as he rubbed the
soft towel over his back.
Eron then picked up his braid again and this time brushed the
end of it teasingly over Obi-Wan's dusky nipple. Surprise at
the gesture and the purely physical reaction of his flesh made
the little nub harden. "Very nice, indeed," Eron grinned,
before he picked up another towel to help finish the drying.
The boy used a soft touch as he dried Obi-Wan's confused
genitals. Alternately obeying his command to remain flaccid and
then momentarily firming again with the unavoidably arousing
attention, his penis and balls grew highly sensitized.
The caress of a single fingertip to his pelvic bone drew
Obi-Wan's eyes downward. Ah, so that was what had been itching
him under his leggings all day. Avon-Durr had tattooed him. Of
dark blue ink, it looked like the silhouette of a tropical
bird.
Eron traced the tattoo with something Obi-Wan could only think
of as reverence. Unaccountably, Obi-Wan shuddered. Eron glanced
up him, a tender expression lighting his vivid eyes. "That you
have already give n yourself the mark of the Pisan honors me,
Obi-Wan." Never more than that moment had Obi-Wan wanted to
shout, I'm not a Pisan! I'm just an arrogant boy who thought
turning eighteen automatically made me a man...
Misinterpreting his distress, Cason embraced him from behind,
meant to be a comforting gesture. "We'll be happy, Obi-Wan, all
of us. Eron and I will make sure of it," he whispered in what
could have been a soothing tone, if Obi-Wan had allowed himself
to accept it. Taking another moment to still his trembling,
Obi-Wan finally closed his eyes and nodded once, very slightly.
He again tried to shut down and feel nothing inside as he was
led, still naked, back to what was to be his bed. He didn't
doubt that Cason and Eron were genuinely interested in his
comfort and physical pleasure. But he also knew that their
efforts would be futile. A true Pisan would be lucky to have
this situation with the Laridian family. For Obi-Wan, though,
the gentler they were with him, the more his stomach ached. How
could he pretend that he wanted this?
Remembering Avon-Durr's warning not to blow his cover, he tried
to be as pliant as his anxieties would allow. Thus, it was easy
for the brothers to arrange him on the soft comforter to their
satisfaction. Lying on his belly, he had a fluffy pillow under
his hips and he rested his cheek on his forearms.
Cason curled up beside him and tenderly stroked his cheek while
Eron knelt between his slightly spread legs and began to
massage his shoulders and back with warm oil. He felt some of
tension begin to bleed away, and that frightened him. He was
supposed to remain appalled, wasn't he? He was not supposed to
relax. This was against his will, whether these sensuous and
gentle young men knew or not, it was against his will...
"We want you to feel so much, Obi-Wan."
No, you don't, he inwardly quailed.
"We want you to float away on the sensations we give you."
Please, don't.
"And then we want you to float back to us, feeling safe and
warm."
It can't happen.
Please don't make me feel!
Hands slightly callused from work on the combat staffs worked
their way down his spine to the curve of his buttocks, while
fingertips traced his cheekbones, eyebrows and lips. "Let
yourself go." Cason whispered.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes against the sensory conflicts battling
within him. "Let yourself feel it..." He didn't want to! He
wasn't supposed to! Not here, not with them... It was so wrong!
Warm hands separated the mounds of his rear, and a puff of cool
air wafted over his anus. What was Eron going to do to him?
A moist, hot tongue flickered over his opening, giving him an
answer as well as a jolt of sensation that raced from his anus
to his balls and firming cock. Immediately, the tongue laved
him again and then wriggled its way inside him. Oh Force. It
was so intimate... too intimate!
Please, don't make me do this!
Even as he thought it, the sweet thrum of arousal warmed his
loins and made his heart pound.
"Easy, Obi-Wan," Cason's voice lulled. Warm, soft lips then
surprised him when they brushed his cheek, and he realized that
a tear had trickled from his clenched eyelids and the young man
had kissed it away.
He couldn't scream, he couldn't cry out, he couldn't even
whimper... but that damned collar couldn't prevent his breaths
from bursting out of him raggedly, and they did, as Eron's
tongue slid in and out of him and laved him with a passion
Obi-Wan couldn't ignore.
"That's it, our sweet one, let it go."
Oh. Oh. The tongue had slowly pulled out, and Obi-Wan was
turned on his side, his uppermost leg draped over Eron's
shoulder so that the boy could lick and kiss his balls. Eron
also slid a finger into Obi-Wan's wet opening.
Cason continued his soft kisses to Obi-Wan's face, while his
brother licked his way up Obi-Wan's undeniably throbbing shaft,
Eron's soft hair tickling his thighs and groin.
"How is he?" Cason asked his brother as his lips skimmed
Obi-Wan's forehead.
"So sweet," Eron whispered to the leaking tip of Obi-Wan's
erection. Then he swiped the gathered moisture with his tongue
and pulled the head into his mouth, engulfing Obi-Wan in moist
heat and reluctant bliss.
Oh, all the little gods, it was wonderful! Sensation was pulled
from him with every suck of that talented mouth and he was
powerless to stop it. His traitorous cock didn't want to stop
it, and strained past the boy's eager lips, searching out more
of the suction and wet warmth. His bottom was fondled all the
while, the full feeling from Eron's finger adding to the
building climax of swirling sensation.
"Come for us, Obi-Wan."
In the pleasure fogged corners of Obi-Wan's mind, he knew it
was a command for him, as Pisan. But as a Padawan, it was his
duty as well, was it not? He could do this... he could let his
body feel if he made his heart go numb... It was his duty to
see this through, and he could only do that if he came... it
was his duty to come... Oh, gods, he had to come...
Sensation gathered in his balls, sending an order to his
synapses to fire at will.
With a gusty exhalation, Obi-Wan came hard, Eron's mouth taking
in his seed with gulps and moans. His body shook with the
intensity of his climax, and Cason stroked his hair and
murmured words Obi-Wan couldn't understand, to soothe him.
Eron's finger inside him crooked in just the right direction,
sending one last rocket of sensation that dispersed into a
thousand little aftershocks as his orgasm gradually waned.
Shaking. He couldn't stop shaking. What had he done?
Zaps of pain to his throat were Obi-Wan's first clue that he
was crying out loud. Cason wrapping his arms around him to rock
him and shush him was Obi-Wan's clue that he didn't think he
could stop. Eron kissed his thighs and stroked his hip all the
while, making his own soft sounds of comfort.
He finally had the brain capacity to realize that these
compassionate boys would hold him and comfort him all night, if
that's what they thought it would take. He couldn't handle
that. So he did what he had to do, and he gradually pulled
himself together.
Once the sniffling came to a close, Eron sat up and cupped
Obi-Wan's face in his hands. "Thank you," he whispered, then
tilted Obi-Wan's head down and kissed his forehead.
"Now, let's get you comfortable, shall we?" Cason tugged him to
the head of the bed and pulled back the covers for him. Numbly,
he slid underneath and let the doting brother tuck them down
around him. "Will you be alright?"
Obi-Wan blinked his answer. Yes, he'd be alright. They were
going to leave him to let him sleep.
"Good. We'll see you in the morning."
Both boys stroked his hair just once, then left him for their
own room.
He was warm, alone, and as safe as he could expect. There was
still a residual tingle in his groin, but he ruthlessly ignored
it. He didn't want to think about how he felt. Not now. Best
way to avoid thinking, he decided, was to sleep. He was out in
minutes.
Waking was a slow, lazy process. His head felt heavy and his
eyes just did not want to open. Then came the disorientation,
the long moment of wondering where he was. When his memories
returned, he decided that his eyes could do as they pleased.
They remained closed.
Try as he might, he just could not make himself go back to
sleep, though. His head pounded and he realized it was from
entirely too much sleep already. His bladder accused him of
that as well. Reluctantly, he threw off the covers and stumbled
toward the bathroom.
The yawn that escaped as he relieved himself caused him to have
an accident; the unconscious noise in his throat had sent a
sharp, painful reminder to keep his silence and had made him
jerk, causing his aim to veer. The thought of having to clean
up his own piss sealed the deal on his utterly sour mood.
Grumbling to himself, with as little noise as possible, Obi-Wan
set about wiping away the stray urine and then tossed the dirty
towels into the linen chute-- with exaggerated force. It was
after that, when he turned and caught sight of his nude
reflection in the bathroom mirror, that all of his emotion from
the evening before came crashing into his bitterness of the
morning.
He stared at himself, dumbstruck. He'd allowed himself to be
fondled, licked and sucked in the most vulnerable position
imaginable just the night before, under the flimsy guise of
duty and he was angry over wiping up a little piss? It hadn't
even occurred to him until that moment that he had been
wandering around those quarters, naked as the day of his birth
and hadn't even thought to go grab some clothes.
He decided to do just that, realizing that if he'd slept as
long as he suspected, that the twins and their family had risen
long ago. Ison Laridian had thought nothing of coming right
into the boys' quarters the night before, and he had no idea if
Risa would feel just as free to do the same. He would not
purposely keep himself on display for the whole damned family.
Selecting the most practical leggings and tunic left from what
had apparently been taken to be altered, he quickly donned
them-- in the privacy of the bathroom-- and found his boots.
Suddenly, he realized that he didn't even know if he would be
allowed out of the quarters without an escort. If the boys
weren't in the common room, he'd have to wait for them.
It was confusing to realize that he was as relieved as he was
nervous to hear their voices as he neared the door. Having to
palm the door, he couldn't just tip it open a little and gauge
his welcome. It was unnerving to have it swish open quickly to
announce his presence immediately.
Of course, the young men turned to him right away, stopping
their spar mid-swing. Their expressions registered surprise.
Obi-Wan felt himself blush fiercely, mostly from his
self-censure. He argued with himself in circles; he was not
dealing with his fears, if merely going to the common room
conjured this much anxiety, and yet it was perfectly natural to
be cautious about testing his boundaries, was it not?
"Obi-Wan! Did you sleep well?" Cason broke the brief silence
and both boys walked closer to him, their twin expressions
friendly.
Obi-Wan nodded and smiled wanly.
"I'm relieved," Eron said, and seemed to mean it. "We were...
worried about you. We know that the adjustment to Pisan isn't
always easy."
He ducked his head.
"Umm. Obi-Wan?" Cason's soft words brought his eyes back up.
"You don't have to wear the utility clothes unless you want to.
You may wear the silks and velvets whenever you wish. We want
you to be comfortable and to know that you will have nice
things."
Obi-Wan's smile was more genuine at that. He plucked at the
tunic and wrapped his arms around himself to show that he liked
these 'utility' clothes and that he thought they were nice
enough.
"Oh, you like those, eh? Then whatever you wish, Obi-Wan," Eron
laughed.
Obi-Wan pointed to the mat and then the rack of combat staffs,
painting a hopeful look on his face. He didn't think he would
offend them by asking if he could use the facility; Pisans were
voluntary slaves, so there wouldn't be much reason for revolt
and thus a need to fear a Pisan learning a potential weapon.
"Oh! You want to learn to use a Pilani staff?" Cason guessed,
looking surprised, but not displeased.
Obi-Wan nodded vigorously. Both boys grinned. "Of course, we'll
show you."
"Have you had any training at all, Obi-Wan?" Eron asked, slight
concern in his voice.
Obi-Wan injected some mischief into his answering nod and grin.
"Well, then," Eron replied, an impish expression of his own.
"Let's see what you can do, shall we?"
Obi-Wan selected a staff, turned to the boys and twirled it
theatrically, knowing he was showing off just a little, but
enjoying the sense of... pure boyhood that was in the air, as
opposed to the undercurrents of sexuality that had constantly
nagged at him. He went through the first few steps of an
aggressive staff kata, feeling good as he sent a few thrusts to
a non-existent opponent. It would have felt almost normal if he
could really tap into the Force...
When the boys burst out into uncontrollable laughter, he
stopped in his tracks, dejection weighing him down
immeasurably, though he didn't understand what was so fucking
funny.
"Oh, Obi-Wan. I'm sorry, we didn't mean it," Cason hastened to
his side, caressing his heated cheeks with the backs of his
fingers. Obi-Wan was really beginning to despise that Pilanian
habit of theirs. He lowered his head even more. "Obi-Wan,
please," he asked, lifting his chin with two fingers.
"We didn't mean to laugh at you. You didn't *do* anything
laughable. You are... you were, rather, a warrior? Is that what
you would have been, if not for your choice to be a Pisan?"
Obi-Wan nodded, a damnable tear gathering in the corner of his
eye.
Eron nodded knowingly. "That's why you assumed the staffs are
for combat, yes?"
He blinked and nodded curtly, 'yes'.
"An understandable mistake, our sweet one," Cason assured.
"Pilanian staffs such as these are for dance. They would be
damaged if they were to be knocked about and against one
another. You cannot tell when they inactive, Obi-Wan, but these
staffs are special. They're made from the bark of a Teesi tree.
When the dance is perfect, they... Well, why don't you watch
for a while. That's the best way to learn. Will that be
alright?"
Obi-Wan inclined his head yes and sat on the floor, away from
the mats, but with a clear view. As he took a deep breath to
try to regulate his careening emotions, Cason and Eron took
position opposite one another.
The young men started with what looked like a kata that he
himself might have done as an initiate. It gradually picked up
pace as the boys synchronized perfectly. Before Obi-Wan knew
it, the young men were swirling, their staffs swinging in
graceful arcs along with their bodies, sometimes missing one
another by a hair, but always timed perfectly to avoid
disaster. Then the staffs... they began to glow, as if from
within, a white light that dispersed from inside the staff to
light it from end to end. It looked as though there was some
sort of strange energy that seemed to pour into the twins and
make them move even faster, even more gracefully, too. It was
like a rapid, breathtaking... dance...
The faster they danced, the more Obi-Wan could hear the soft
whistling of the staffs. Musical accompaniment that always
matched the tempo of the boy's steps.
It took a moment for Obi-Wan to realize it when they began to
slow down. And when they stopped, dead still, each had his
staff at the other's throat and they were but a breath apart.
Simply stunning, Obi-Wan thought.
When Cason and Eron turned to him, they grinned widely,
obviously aware that they had performed impressively.
"Do you want to learn?" Cason asked. Obi-Wan nodded yes,
feeling as humbled as he should, but not defeated.
"Good," Eron picked up. "Then how about this? We teach you to
dance with the Pilanian staffs, and you teach us those warrior
forms you know? We'll have to get some true combat staffs, of
course," he added with a teasing grin.
Obi-Wan inclined his head, silently chuckling.
"Now that that's settled, you must be famished. Let's get you
something to eat."
Obi-Wan was right when he assumed he'd slept away too much of
the day. The promised food turned out to be mid-day meal,
actually taken a little late. Risa Laridian welcomed all three
of them at the dining table and was especially attentive to
Obi-Wan, wanting to be sure he'd slept well his first night,
and asking about his favorite foods for mid-day meal. It was
difficult, as Obi-Wan could really only nod yes or shake his
head no to food selections.
After a time, though, Risa's attention to him made him
uncomfortable. He didn't quite understand why, but her
sympathetic behavior toward him was a sharp and constant
reminder of his true purpose with the Laridians. It was just so
unsettling to see her gazing at him with her warm, violet eyes
and know that she was thinking of him servicing her sons.
The promised tour of the grounds that took place after their
meal was invigorating, and it was a relief to be out from under
Risa's watchful eyes. The gardens were as spectacular as he'd
imagined from the view in the twins' room. It made him mourn
his loss of the Living Force, but it also forced him to stop,
smell and appreciate the foliage on a sensory level. It made
him think of Qui-Gon. And it hurt. His Master was always so
outwardly patient with him and often approached Obi-Wan's
mistakes with subtle, teasing humor. How could Qui-Gon find any
humor in this, though? Though there would be no subtle teasing
this time, Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon would not be truly harsh
with him once he was found. He wasn't sure if that helped or
made it hurt inside even more. All Obi-Wan knew was that he
missed him. So much. He allowed himself another moment to pray
that his Master would find him soon, so he could begin to
atone. The burden of his Pisan pretense would wear on him with
each passing day.
Over the next several days, Cason and Eron continued to focus
their sensual energies on pleasing Obi-Wan. They'd not asked
for anything to ensure their own pleasure. In fact, Obi-Wan had
only seen them disrobed from the waist up. That fact disturbed
him as much as it gave him some measure of relief; he'd not
been forced into an act of service for them, and yet he
couldn't help but feel more vulnerable because of his frequent
nakedness compared to their more common state of dress.
He had to admit, though, that once he acknowledged how
unavoidably pleasurable their attentions were, he was more at
ease. He was able to stave off the guilt of his enjoyment. Of
course he enjoyed it, he reasoned with himself. The boys were
talented technically, and were attentive personally. He
couldn't help his body's response. So he allowed the natural
physical reactions of his body to occur... he merely closed
down his mind's reaction. And his heart's.
Instinctively, though, he knew that the time was approaching in
which Cason and Eron would need more for themselves. He
couldn't turn his mind away from that.
Obi-Wan had been there a week and a half when he finally found
himself faced with pleasuring one of the boys. It startled him
when he realized that not only was he willing, but that he
craved the response he would receive for his efforts. It would
make him feel less vulnerable; less like he was giving more and
more of himself away.
On all fours, with Eron behind him kissing his way to Obi-Wan's
opening, he watched as Cason slid his own leggings down his
thighs. A long, lean cock sprang free, the shaft silky-looking
and the tip gleaming. Cason pulled his leggings off and laid
himself down on the bed, scooting down and spreading his legs
until Obi-Wan was between them and staring down at the tempting
groin. The pinkish balls were hairless, though there was a
thatch of dark, tight curls as the base of the boy's cock.
Curious, Obi-Wan bent to rest on his elbows. Eron's tongue
probed him deeply as he moved, fueling Obi-Wan's lusty
fixation, and he flicked his own tongue over the smooth
testicles under his lips.
The gasp that his tongue elicited pleased him. With a smile, he
lapped again and tasted more of the young man's spicy flesh. It
wasn't difficult to allow his tongue to travel Cason's hardened
length and to then cover the moist head of his cock with his
mouth.
The tongue playing at his own bottom sent sparks of
encouragement throughout him, and he began to suck. Cason was
surprisingly sweet. Obi-Wan's palate came to life as drops of
pre-ejaculate dissolved in his mouth. Fingertips skimmed his
ears as he sucked with more and more enthusiasm. The moans and
whimpers sounded wonderful to him, too.
With an uninhibited cry, Cason exploded in Obi-Wan's mouth, and
he swallowed every drop.
He released Cason's penis and rested his forehead on the boy's
hip. Eron had pulled his tongue free of Obi-Wan's opening, and
he rested his head on the small of Obi-Wan's back.
"You're ready, now, Obi-Wan, to take this to the next level,"
Eron whispered.
Obi-Wan shuddered. He'd be taken now.
He supposed he was ready for it. Dreading it had made him feel
almost relieved when Eron had finally proclaimed the time
right. But when the boys escorted him to the bathing room,
apprehension rose in him again, making its presence known in
the fluttering of his stomach.
Cason draped a huge, warmed towel over his shoulders and smiled
in his soothing way. "You're new to this expression of
lovemaking. This step won't be necessary once you get used to
it, I promise you." Instinctively, Obi-Wan's breathing
quickened.
Cason led him to the sink and gently bent him at the waist,
asking him to pillow his cheek on his forearms. He could only
see Eron peripherally, but he thought he spotted a length of
thin tubing in the boy's hands. Cason leaned over beside him
and tenderly rubbed the towel over Obi-Wan's shoulders,
settling it over his back as well, and all the while spoke to
him in a soft, steady voice.
"You must trust us. Eron and I went through the same thing when
we went for training with the courtesans. It's not meant to
embarrass you. But it is necessary for the time being. And I
meant it, Obi-Wan, it is only until you are used to this type
of lovemaking."
Eron came to stand next to them as well, and grazed his fingers
over Obi-Wan's hot cheeks. "Just be still, stay relaxed, and it
will be over soon." The twins' lilting cadence couldn't dispel
the nervous rumbling in his stomach, though.
Obi-Wan kept his eyes locked to Cason's and became supremely
aware of his sense of vulnerability, having his upper body
covered with warmth, but his bottom exposed and raised. When
Eron tapped his inner thighs in a silent request to spread his
legs, his entire nether region tingled with that strange
amalgam of nervousness and arousal. How could he be aroused
and... humiliated at the same time?
Without realizing it, he reached one hand, crossed under his
head, toward Cason. He only noticed he'd done it when Cason
gripped it, lending support. The boy smiled at him, fondness
lighting his eyes, and tightened his grasp. Not humiliation,
then. He saw it in the affection that softened the young man's
face even more than usual, and he heard in the melodic voice
that continued its soft litany of promises.
He knew they would never consciously hurt him, even as he felt
the first nudge of the thin, lubricated nozzle against his
anus. His eyes widened at it slid deeply inside of him, and as
Cason whispered a soothing "That's it," Eron caressed his bare
bottom.
His mouth dropped open in surprise when he felt the warm water
gush into his bowels. Oh gods... it was so uncomfortable, that
sensation of being so full, so suddenly. "It's okay, soon,
Obi-Wan... it'll be over soon..." Still, more water filled him.
He held it in, but the distress heightened. That was it! No
more! He broke out into a cold sweat, feeling... clammy all
over.
"Okay, I know," Cason assured him when Obi-Wan's grip on his
hand told him no uncertain terms that that was all he could
handle. Eron shushed him as well, and gingerly removed the
nozzle from Obi-Wan's rectum, tossed it the sink, and helped
him to stand and make his way to the facilities.
The relief he felt upon release was tremendous. So much so that
at first he didn't realize the boys had left him in peace for
the moment. He was grateful. Although he trusted in their
desire to do what they truly thought best for him, he was
confused and rather humbled by what had just happened. Another
private piece of himself was gone.
He gathered together his composure as he thoroughly cleansed
himself, noticing that the boys had swiftly removed the
evidence of the tubing and water bag on their way out. As ever,
they took his emotional comfort into consideration as much as
the physical.
When he palmed open the door to the bedroom again, for the
first time since he'd arrived he really had to ask himself...
why? Why so completely wrapped up in his emotional well being?
They'd purchased him, for pity's sake... was it simply a matter
of caring for their investment? And why invest in him of all
people?
"Obi-Wan?"
His bewilderment must have been evident.
Heedless of the towel as it fell around his ankles, he raised
his arms to his sides, palms open, desperate for an answer, to
convey his lack of understanding.
"What's wrong?" Cason asked again.
He lifted them again in question, then pointed to himself.
"Why you? Why did we choose you?" Eron guessed. Obi-Wan gulped
and nodded.
Both boys came to him, sympathy and affection pouring off of
them.
"Oh, Obi-Wan," Cason began, picking up the towel and wrapping
it around him. "We felt your goodness. As soon as we saw you,
we felt it. Your goodness, your capacity to love... your
devotion to duty... it was all there, plain for us to see, and
feel."
Empathic? Just the boys, or a Pilanian trait? They certainly
could not presume to know things about him from simply a
glance. Eron picked up the explanation as they walked him to
the bed and each sat on one side of him. "Mother and father
felt it, too. That's why they brought us to meet you. Mother,
especially sensed something special about you. She said it was
complex, but that she could strongly feel your determination to
do what is right."
Obi-Wan glanced from one to the other. They hadn't simply
selected a boy they thought was pretty. Inaccurate as their
assessment might have been, they had felt something about him
that moved them. As much as they'd insisted their caring for
him was genuine, and showed their concern for him, he hadn't
understood that it could be more than the simple protection of
any possession.
He was enveloped in their embrace, and for the first time, he
truly knew that it was for more than the value of his body. He
suddenly had the feeling that he would be better off if that
weren't so.
They did want his body, though, and he couldn't help it that
his youth and his emotions naturally caused him to have a
physical response to their attentions. Their caresses began to
sensitize his skin. Their breath on his neck heightened the
tingles in his groin. Their hands began to clutch and gods help
him, he began to crave the firmer touch. Yes... He'd continue
to concentrate on the physical... they could touch his body all
they wanted, but by all the gods, they wouldn't get to his
heart. His heart was for Qui-Gon alone.
They laid him back on the bed, Eron spooning behind him, and
Cason curling up in front of him. Eron pressed small, moist
kisses to his shoulders while his twin dropped many of them
onto Obi-Wan's cheeks, jaw and finally his lips.
Right and wrong faded away in the face of physical need as
Cason's warm mouth then took control of a deeply passionate
kiss, the boy's tongue sliding past Obi-Wan's lips to plunder
and taste. A breath stolen from Cason's body sent a shiver of
arousal shimmying down his spine. Eron's fingers probing him
gently from behind only added to the compounding sensations
that raced through his body.
Doubts and guilt slipped away, and Obi-Wan allowed himself to
simply feel. He couldn't pretend to fight it any longer; he was
going to let go, as the boys had begged of him his first night
at the Laridian estate. He was going to let his body feel it
all.
Obi-Wan turned onto his stomach, spread his legs, and Eron
settled between them. Cason stroked his back and continued to
press his lush lips to Obi-Wan's face. Eron's preparations did
not take long, as the boy had gradually gotten Obi-Wan used to
penetration since he'd arrived. Before long, his bottom was
slick, and Eron's fingers were sliding in and out of him with
delicious ease.
Eron draped his slender body over Obi-Wan's, his erection
nestled between Obi-Wan's buttocks, positioned to work its way
into his body. Cason smiled at him and traced the contours of
his face with a fingertip while Eron began to press inside.
Oh! He'd thought the boys were of a relatively slender girth...
but Eron felt so huge! Obi-Wan felt the young man pause and
then nip at his ear while he waited. "Mm. So tight, so hot...
It's wonderful, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan had to agree. It felt like he was being torn as Eron
nudged further inside of him, but the pain couldn't overshadow
the pleasure of being enveloped by one sensual brother, and
kissed and caressed by the other. Every nerve in his body
tingled and came alive as Eron slowly sank into him, not
stopping until the curls of his groin were crushed against
Obi-Wan's buttocks.
He wanted to move, he wanted to wriggle, he wanted to thrust
backward and feel more of the hard shaft lodged inside of him,
but Eron locked his arms around Obi-Wan's upper body and rocked
so very slowly, while Cason shushed him and whispered to be
still, to just feel it.
Feel it. Oh yes, he could feel it. Eron's cock moved in and out
of him, drawing sensation from the sensitive nerves of his
opening as he pulled out of him, and then feeding sensation
back to him as he slid back inside. The intensity built and
coiled, just waiting to be sprung, and yet the boys kept him
still with their bodies and gentle commands, rendering him
helpless against the growing imperative to thrust against the
sheets so he could come. Good gods, he needed to come!
Eron shuddered violently over top of him, the quakes of his
climax reverberating back to Obi-Wan.
"I know," Cason crooned to him as he fought to remain as still
as he was asked.
Carefully, Eron slipped out of Obi-Wan's body, taking with him
the warmth that his lean frame had provided him.
Uncontrollably, he shivered.
Next to him, Cason stroked his cheek and whispered, "Soon,
Obi-Wan. Soon you can come."
Oh. He thought he understood. He'd be allowed to come once
Cason had had his turn with him. He clamped his eyes shut.
Softly, Cason chuckled. "You don't understand. I want you to
come inside me."
Obi-Wan was surprised, and it must have showed.
Both brothers laughed lightly and Cason explained as he gently
turned Obi-Wan onto his back. "Besides that it would be too
much to ask to have both of us take you your first time, I
happen to prefer this expression of love myself."
Cason gently ran a fingertip along Obi-Wan's sensitive
erection. He quivered, eliciting smiles from both twins. "Are
you ready? Will you take me now?"
Obi-Wan swallowed hard and nodded. Oh yes, he wanted to bury
himself in the eager twin.
He sat up, willing himself to remain in control, and Cason
rolled onto his knees and elbows. Gods, he looked so
vulnerable, and for the first time, Obi-Wan saw him as an
eighteen-year-old boy, with all of the insecurities and
anxieties that most boys their age had. Taught by courtesans or
not, this was something new for Cason, too, and Obi-Wan wanted
it to be good for him.
He knelt behind the young man and tenderly stroked his pale
buttocks. He fondled them with growing need, separating and
closing them to hide and reveal the small, pink pucker. Unable
to resist, he swooped down to lick at the vulnerable flesh, his
reward a loud gasp and an endearing flutter of the tiny muscle.
Besides enjoying the spicy, intimate flavor of Cason's body,
Obi-Wan was gratified inside in a way he hadn't been before
when he realized how much pleasure he was giving the other boy.
The pleasant ache that lingered at his bottom as he made love
to Cason with his lips and tongue made him realize how much he
wanted Cason to enjoy his own ache by the time they came.
At last he pulled his tongue from the laved and wet little hole
and straightened. He found Eron watching him avidly and the
twin smiled, handing him a tube of lubricating gel.
Cason loosened for him quickly, but Obi-Wan took his time. His
cock was not as long as the boys', but he was thicker, and he
didn't want to hurt the writhing and expectant young man.
At last it was time, and he was pushing the crown of his cock
into the tiny opening he'd lovingly prepared. Oh, he'd never
felt anything like it. So tight, so hot, it was like a moist,
velvet glove that gripped him and stroked him as he sheathed
himself. Cason's moans reached out to him, telling him that
Cason was in as much bliss as he.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Obi-Wan strained into
Cason's slim body, burying himself deeply, retreating, and
surging in again. Cason began to buck back against him and they
fell into a frenetic rhythm until the tension sprang loose at
last. Obi-Wan came, hard, spilling his seed in forceful spurts
into Cason's trembling body.
As he felt his strength drain away with the aftershocks of his
orgasm, he realized he'd not seen to Cason's climax. He tried
not to collapse on the boy, but his legs felt like rubber, and
he landed half on top of him anyway.
His breathing still ragged, he rolled to his side, his softened
penis slipping out at the motion. He pulled Cason against his
chest, smiling as the boy fairly purred. He caressed his way
along Cason's hip and to the boy's groin. Finding it damp and
just a bit sticky, Obi-Wan was relieved.
He was also completely sated and unmistakably exhausted. Eron
curled behind him, kissed his cheek softly and snuggled against
him. Obi-Wan sighed as the other boy's hair tickled his
shoulders, but seconds later he was sound asleep.
Weeks later...
Obi-Wan woke early and in between the insatiable Laridian boys,
as usual. They hadn't crowded him; to the contrary, the habit
of the past several weeks had been to fall asleep in a
satisfied heap in Obi-Wan's bed and then to gradually roll over
and give one another room stretch out.
Stifling a yawn, Obi-Wan crawled to the foot of the bed and
climbed out gingerly, so he wouldn't wake the sleeping
brothers. As he went through his morning rituals, he had his
mind set on trying some open hand katas before the boys woke.
He'd taken to the Pilani staff dances well, but it wasn't
enough. Not enough to satisfy his body's urge to explode into
motion and spar.
He grimaced as he finished shaving. It was as much his heart's
urge as his body's urge, to engage in exercise the way he was
born to do. He wasn't born to dance with a Pilani staff, and he
certainly wasn't born to be pampered and fucked into oblivion
every night in the arms of a sultry pair of twins.
They were good to him, and all the gods knew they cared for
him, but they were not his family. The Jedi were his family.
Qui-Gon was his family. And he missed him so much that his
stomach would knot with longing and guilt every time he thought
of him. Which was why he had very often just tried not to think
of him.
He did get his kata time, and he used it well. He went through
several forms that required no use of the Force, and worked
himself into a gratifying sweat. He felt much more calm
afterward, and found that thinking of Qui-Gon felt right to
him, though it brought the usual pangs.
Rummaging the shelves of the common room as his body cooled, he
came across a sketch pad and lead pencil. He was never much of
an artist, but he had the sudden desire to see a likeness of
Qui-Gon. He trusted that his master would be permitted to come
for him eventually, but his morning's katas had reminded him
that he couldn't forget Qui-Gon any more than he could afford
to forget who he himself really was.
"Someone from home?" A groggy voice intruded.
Obi-Wan started, and then realized that Cason was referring to
the sketch. It was a decent likeness after all. Suppressing his
sorrow, he nodded yes.
"Why don't you write to him?" Eron asked as he tipped the
sketch to look for himself, then plopped to the couch.
Obi-Wan's jaw fell open and he nearly dropped the pad.
"Why are you so surprised?" Cason asked with a chuckle, drawing
his robe around himself and sitting down also.
Obi-Wan looked from one brother to another. Could he do it?
Could it be so simple as that? Sending a communication to
Qui-Gon? How closely was Durr watching him? Would he be
monitoring parcels leaving the compound as well as
communications to Coruscant?
"Obi-Wan, you're not literally a slave; we have explained your
misconceptions-- or so we thought. You can write to your family
and loved ones, and even visit now and then with your annual
stipend," Eron explained softly and leaned over the bowl of
fruit left for them by the staff early that morning. "We should
have made certain that you understood the figurative terms from
the literal ones. I don't like you feeling like a prisoner."
Obi-Wan nodded, distracted. He was still dumbfounded, and he
was still trying to process the information the boys were
giving him. Would Avon-Durr know it if he tried to send word to
Qui-Gon? Sith! What if there was a listening device on his
collar, too? What if Durr was listening to this right now? Or
worse still, was there a video monitoring device on it? The
collar was certainly capable of such devices. Avon-Durr could
be waiting at that very second to see what Obi-Wan would do,
and he could punch a few buttons on the remote... and then
Obi-Wan would be dead in moments. Obi-Wan was more prisoner
than the Laridian family could ever imagine. And they were his
unwitting jailers.
"Shall I get you a communication pad, Obi-Wan? You could
compose a letter and have it sent this afternoon?" Cason
offered.
Numbly, Obi-Wan shook his head no. He couldn't risk it.
Avon-Durr's game had rules. Obi-Wan was not to attempt escape.
Trying to contact Qui-Gon would certainly qualify as such an
attempt.
Cason sighed. "If you change your mind, you can let us know.
Alright?"
Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes glued to the penciled image of his
master.
He looked up when Eron took the sketch from his hands. "What
can we do to help you?"
Obi-Wan looked up and into the shimmering violet of the young
man's eyes. Sincerity brightened them and Obi-Wan's stomach
fluttered. Sometimes it hurt to be cared for so much.
Eron took his face in his hands and kissed him softly, grazing
his lips over Obi-Wan's, just enough to tease his mouth. He
pulled back after a moment, dropping one last kiss to Obi-Wan's
temple.
"Now. How about a shower? You've had another workout this
morning, and I think we can help you to feel better when you
don't smell quite so... strongly," the boy teased with a
whisper into his ear.
He couldn't help but shake a little with his suppressed
chuckle. He still missed Qui-Gon and the temptation to attempt
to write was strong, but he'd make it through.
Oh, Gods. Every time Cason and Eron indulged themselves with
Obi-Wan's body, the boys seemed to wring out another impossible
layer of sensation from him. Which was fine with him; the more
he felt physically, the less he felt emotionally.
This time, he was pushed so far to the edge of pleasure that
the tingles almost hurt-- it was amazing. He knelt on the bed,
held back against Eron's smooth chest, while the boy fingered
his slickened entrance. Cason crouched in front of him and
sucked his cock, taking him to the brink and back time and time
again.
At last, the twin let go of his throbbing erection and smiled
at him wickedly through pink, swollen lips. "Oh, I have
something you are going to love," he promised silkily. Obi-Wan
shuddered. Would he live through it?
Cason hopped from the bed, unconscious of the motion his tight
behind made as he walked naked into his own bedroom. He
returned with a silver box, a grin, and an erection that bobbed
proudly from the curls of his groin. Eron never stopped the
motion of his finger in and out of Obi-Wan's opening, but he
'ooohed' at the sight of the box. Obi-Wan was intrigued.
Sitting in front of him again, Cason opened the ornate lid and
Obi-Wan glanced down to see inside.
He gulped. Hard. It took a moment for it to sink in just what
the items were, but when it did, he felt his own erection wane.
Cason couldn't possibly want what Obi-Wan thought he wanted...
Could he?
"Trust me, Obi-Wan." It was as much a plea as a command.
Cason then selected one of the items. It was easily the length
of his hard shaft-- had he been hard at the moment. Of surgical
steel, it was straight like his sketch pencil but thinner, and
with a round stud at the tip.
It was narrower and blunt at the insertion end.
"It won't hurt, I promise. But you must trust me, and remain
absolutely still while I put it in."
He locked eyes with Cason and slowly nodded.
He had wanted to close his eyes. He hadn't wanted to watch
while Cason inserted the wand into his shaft. But he couldn't
help himself. He was fascinated. He was afraid and yet he
wanted it so much, he wanted whatever new sensations the boys
could ignite in him. He had to watch.
Cason very lightly lubricated the insertion end with a sterile
gel and then gently grasped Obi-Wan's now-flaccid penis. He
gently rubbed the tip of the wand against Obi-Wan's little
slit. Then, so very carefully, he began to press it inside. Oh
Gods.
So slowly, the steel wand glided into Obi-Wan's shaft, down,
down, burning its way through till it nearly reached the base.
He could feel it, the bizarre sensation of steel inside the
shaft of his cock. He watched, mesmerized, as he became erect
again. The wand stuck out of the head of his penis by a couple
of inches. But as he grew hard, he lengthened around the wand
and his cockhead slowly reached the round stud at the tip of
wand, his slit caressed by the steel as it moved upward. At
last, all that showed from the head of his cock was the stud
from the tip of the wand. Cason fondled his shaft with
reverence.
Obi-Wan found that he had trouble breathing. He wasn't in pain,
and the pleasure itself... was actually minimal; having his
penis stimulated from the inside was slightly uncomfortable and
wholly unfamiliar. But this... This was so much more than
pleasure or pain. This was the discovery of a depth of himself
that he didn't understand. This was the realization of how much
of himself he had given to Cason and Eron, and how very glad he
was that he'd given it to them...
No, that was wrong! How could he be glad to lose himself in
this? This wasn't what he was, this was exactly what he'd been
trying not to do!
Oh, but it was finally beginning to feel so good. Eron massaged
the little place inside him that made him see sparks behind his
eyes, and Cason fondled his penis so determinedly, light
strokes that teased more sensation from him in steady ripples.
Yes... the sensations, only think about how it feels...
Obi-Wan watched, his eyes beginning to glaze as Cason bent his
head. Almost coy, the young man darted his tongue and laved
just the stud of the wand, at the tip of Obi-Wan's cock. He
jiggled the stud with just the tip of his tongue and Obi-Wan
felt the wand inside him shift.
Pleasure began to radiate from his cock, from his anus and
rectum where Eron massaged him, and from his balls, which Cason
petted and teased with fluttering fingertips. It was so much
more than he'd ever felt before. The tingles were sharp, almost
burning in their intensity, and his body practically buzzed
with rapidly ignited nerve endings.
He was on the edge, and it was razor sharp. Cason's mouth
closed over him, surrounding the tip of his very hard cock with
moist warmth, and he played with the stud of the wand with his
tongue. Oh gods, he was going to come! How could he come with
that steel wand inserted into his shaft?
His breathing became rapid with panic and he gripped Eron's
forearm, the one holding him to the boy's chest, so tightly
that he would surely leave a bruise.
"Easy now," Eron whispered and darted his tongue into Obi-Wan's
ear, drawing a shudder that rippled over his body in a
shuddering wave.
Cason lifted his mouth from Obi-Wan's cock and took the stud of
the wand between his thumb and forefinger. For a moment, he
just tweaked the little sliver bead, as though he were
stimulating a nipple, twisting the stud gently so that Obi-Wan
could feel it moving inside his shaft.
Tears slid from the corners of Obi-Wan's eyes. So much, so much
sensation. Almost too much.
Cason then began to pull, so gently, and Obi-Wan watched as the
wand was slowly withdrawn from his penis. At last it was free,
and Obi-Wan's orgasm was right behind it. The fiery tingles
that had been building in intensity all collided together in a
mad rush to burst free of Obi-Wan's body. He came in a rapid
series of powerful surges, so hard that he convulsed against
Eron, his eyes shut so tight that he saw stars and bursts of
color behind his eyes-- fiery reds and bright purples.
When at last it was over, he was depleted, body and soul,
feeling as if he had nothing left within himself to give. Eron
slid his finger from his bottom and eased him to the bed,
crooning softly and wrapping him in the soft covers. He felt a
tender kiss drop on his temple as he drifted to sleep.
A cultured, familiar voice called out to him. There was a thick
mist and it made the voice echo eerily. I'll find you, the
voice promised. He knew he should know this voice, especially
as he believed its promise. Panic began to well within him the
more he futilely searched the mist. It was warm and dry back in
his bed, and Eron and Cason awaited him, but he couldn't stop
looking.
Glancing down, he saw he was on a path made of midnight blue
cobblestones. He began to follow it, but then next time he
glanced down, the stones were blood red. Oh, no! He'd wandered
onto the wrong path! How could he do that? There was someone
who needed him!
Someone who missed him. Don't give up, the voice begged, more
faint than before. He ran, off of the path and into the brush,
searching for right path of cobblestones. The brush only became
thicker, though, and his arms and legs became tangled. The more
he fought to get free, the more the vines and branches clawed
and clung to him, refusing to let go.
When he realized he could no longer hear the voice at all, he
sagged into the cloying brush, too tired to fight any longer.
He woke with a painful gasp and sat up straight, rubbing his
eyes to rid them of the weariness of sleep. Cason and Eron
still slept soundly on either side of him, but he had the
urgent feeling that something was missing.
His dream came back to him, the memory of the cold mist making
him shudder. Qui-Gon! He'd dreamed of Qui-Gon but hadn't even
recognized his voice. What was happening to him? He would wager
his life that Qui-Gon would never forget him. How was it he
could so easily forget his Master? The man who'd cared for him,
and had taught him what it was to be Jedi?
It was one thing to accept his situation for as long as he had
to. It was quite another to immerse himself into this life to
the extent that the forgot who he was. Force forgive me, he
pleaded. Qui-Gon, please forgive me...
He took his time in the shower, reminding himself that he'd
spent too little time in meditation of late. He'd spend a good
deal of the morning doing just that, he decided. He'd also
dress in his most sensible tunic and leggings, and he'd work
his way through any of the katas he could remember that he
could perform without the use of the Force.
Dressed at last, he rummaged through the armoire for his boots.
The soft-soled shoes and ornate boots the boys had purchased
for him were very nice, but they were not truly his. He needed
to exercise and fill his mind with his studies.
Where the hells were his boots? They weren't at the bottom of
the armoire. Breathing ragged from his building temper, he
stomped to the lone closet in the room, threw open the door and
knelt, throwing shoes over his head in his search.
"Obi-Wan?" Risa Laridian stood behind him, a puzzled but
concerned expression on her pale face. Her sons flanked her,
looking equally worried through the grogginess of just waking.
Obi-Wan didn't care. He couldn't make himself care, not when
his boots were missing.
He stood and threw his arms out to his side.
"What? What's wrong?" Eron asked.
He pointed to his feet, then slapped his palms to his chest.
All three continued to look flummoxed. He pointed again to his
feet, and then to himself. Mine! He wanted to shout. Mine! My
boots!
"You're obviously looking for shoes... A particular pair?"
Cason asked.
Trying to calm himself, Obi-Wan took a deep breath and nodded.
Then again he patted his chest quickly with his palms.
"Your shoes... these are all your shoes, Obi-Wan, I don't
know--"
"Your own shoes? The boots you were wearing when you came to
us. Is that what you mean, Obi-Wan?" Risa interrupted her son
and ventured a little closer.
He expelled along breath, relieved, and nodded yes.
"Oh. Obi-Wan. I'm so sorry. They were looking so tattered. We
got you some new pairs of exercise shoes and boots... and we
sent the old pair to the charity collective in town." Eron
explained.
He felt the blood drain from his face. Gone? No. Oh no.
Quickly, he felt his cheeks enflame again, with unchecked
anger. He began to pace. Then he picked up the new pair of
boots and threw them, as hard as he could, at the door to the
boys' bedroom.
"Obi-Wan!" Cason shouted a reprimand, the first he'd gotten
since he arrived. He turned his coldest gaze to the young man.
"Cason! Arrange to have his boots found." Risa intervened
again, sending her sons a sharp look.
"Of course," Cason answered her immediately, head bowed.
"You boys have disappointed me with this. He has given so much
of himself, literally himself. Who are you to decide that his
last possessions should be taken from him? The things he walked
in here carrying are all that he has left of his former life.
We will not take what does not belong to us. Is that
understood?"
Both boys wore their realization and their shame in their faces
and their slumped postures. They made a move to come to him,
but Obi-Wan wasn't nearly ready to forgive. He didn't have his
boots back yet. He backed away from them, so they stopped where
they were.
Risa sighed. "Give him some space. Both of you spend some time
in town today, track the whereabouts of his boots and let
Obi-Wan have the day to himself."
The boys agreed, quietly, and left with one final, contrite
glance in his direction.
Obi-Wan couldn't move. He stood rooted, numb from the inside
out as he tried to process what was happening to him. Facts,
fears and assertions screamed at him, taking him from the room
and into the chaos of his mind. Of all of the thoughts that
that spoke at once, jockeying to be heard, the one that was the
loudest told him that this wasn't where he belonged, and the
longer he stayed here, the slimmer his chances of going to back
to where he belonged and who he really was.
"Obi-Wan? They'll find them..."
Risa's voice startled him and he turned his head to her
sharply.
"They just didn't understand. Even with the way in which I came
into their lives, there are just some things about being a
Pisan that they will never truly understand." She spoke softly
and ventured closer to him.
What was she saying?
"No, I am not the boys' biological mother. Ison's wife died
giving birth to them. He was lonely, Obi-Wan. He had the
responsibility of his infant boys and no-one to share his life
with. He took me as his Pisan before Eron and Cason's first
birthday. He married me when the boys were four."
Obi-Wan knew he was gaping. No wonder she looked at his as if
she could see right through him. But to marry a slave? Even
with the boys having explained to him that the term slave was
something of a misnomer, the thought was boggling.
"It doesn't happen that way with all buyers and Pisans, but it
happens more than you realize. Obi-Wan, the word Pisan has no
exact translation in other cultures. But to Pilanians, it means
a sacrifice of love. It is not uncommon for the sacrifice to
lead to a deep and binding love that transcends the purchase of
its physical expression."
Did that mean that they expected Obi-Wan's lifetime commitment
as a sex object to evolve into a commitment that he truly
wanted?
"Cason and Eron prefer men; they will never have children and
traditional Pilanian families of their own. Ison and I did not
want to take the chance that they would find what they needed
on their own. They needed someone stable and good to love, so
we went in search of a Pisan to be that for them. Ison and I
have done a poor job in ensuring that all three of you
understand what this means for you. I had assumed that knowing
how I came to be here with them would give them certain
insights. I was wrong, and I am sorry."
Obi-Wan swallowed. Risa had explained so much... but it didn't
really help him. He'd already sensed that the boys cared for
him deeply and respected him. It didn't change the basic truism
that he could never be what they needed. He was not a Pisan. He
said it to himself over and over. I am not a Pisan!
Risa slipped out of the quarters without another word, giving
Obi-Wan the space she'd promised.
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