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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Much S&M and bondage
Spoilers: None for this part
Summary: Qui-Gon falls into the hands of the Dark Jedi
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Qui-Gon lay battered and bruised in a jail cell. The drugs that
the Dark Jedi gave him made him unable to use the force. The
collar around his neck prevented him from fighting.
He wondered where Obi-Wan was. Was the young man safe? Truth be
told, he couldn't remember getting here.
The door opened. A Dark Jedi stood in the entryway. There was a
lackey behind him. 'What about this one?"
"Why is he here?" the voice was accented, male. Qui-Gon
couldn't see the face, it was covered with the hoods all the
Dark Ones wore.
"He was foolish enough to let himself get captured."
"I want him." There was lust in the man's voice.
"Here?"
"No, send him to my room. And do clean him up. I hate having to
rape the filthy."
Qui-Gon was cleaned, and scrubbed. Then he was drug to a room.
The Dark Master was standing, waiting.
"Put him on the bed, tie his arms and legs." Was the command.
The lackeys bowed. Then did as they where told. Qui-Gon watched
this Dark Master with fascination. What would happen to him?
The Master leaned in for a kiss. Qui-Gon tried to fight it. The
hood on the captor was pushed back a bit, until he could see
the identity. "OB.."
Obi-Wan Kenobi stifled his Master's words with a kiss. The
younger man whispered into his mind //Master, don't let on who
I am.//
It took all of Qui-Gon's thoughts to say. //I can't use my
powers,//
//I can get you out of here, if you go along with me.//
"What do you want?" Qui-Gon said with fear in his voice.
"I want to use your body."
"Rape." Qui-Gon hissed.
//Let me make love to you.// the whispers of Obi-Wan said.
//I've missed you...//
//Do what ever you want.//
//I might hurt you.// was the hesitation.
Qui-Gon strained in the bonds, and kissed the younger man with
long hidden passion.
Obi-Wan stepped back a and slapped his older man gently. "You
may not kiss me without permission!"
Obi-Wan went to the sideboard, he picked up a whip. he hefted
it in his hand, put it down, and picked up another. This one
was heavier. He walked to his master, and ran the whip across
Qui-Gon's foot. Then he ran the whip down his ankle, then he
began on the leg. Slowly t he Padawan ran the whip down the
older man's calf, then his knee. Then the inside of his thigh,
carressing the most sensitive parts.
Qui-Gon bit his lip. This felt good, so good.
"That's it slave, give into what I am doing to you." Obi-Wan
raked the tip of the whip around the man's anus. Then he moved
higher, rubbing the tip against the sack roughly.
The first blow came out of no-where. Light taps across the
sack. It was maddening.
It was erotic. Qui-Gon tried to reach up to the whip, trying to
get one more hit in.
The apprentice smiled. He took something out of his pocket, and
clamped it around Qui-Gon's balls. It was tight, very tight.
"There, you can't come, unless I tell you to!" The master
whimpered. Obi-Wan was enjoying this a bit too much.
Obi-Wan threw the whip aside, he took something out of his
pocket. It was a small black wallet. Obi-Wan leaned down, and
began to suck on Qui-Gon's nipple. Biting it until it was
erect. Then Obi-Wan pulled away from him. There was an evil
glint to his eye.
Then the gloved hand took the nipple between it's fingers.
Something sharp pierced the nipple. The sharpness was pushed
through, and replaced by something more blunt.
Obi-Wan pulled away from him. He had the cat-who-swallowed a
canary look. "Now we are married."
"What did you do to me?" Qui-Gon demanded.
"You now have a ring in your nipple. Complain, and I will
pierced something *more* tender."
"I'll be good, Master"
Obi-Wan smiled again. "I like the sound of that."
"You should consummate your marriage!" A voice said from
outside the room.
"That's an idea." Obi-Wan unzipped his pants. Then he took out
his hardness. Stroking it, groaning in pleasure.
Obi-Wan climbed onto the bed, he kissed Qui-Gon deeply. He
settled between the older man's legs.
//Relax my beloved, it won't hurt as much.// Obi-Wan whispered.
Obi-Wan punched a button on a control he wore at his belt.
Qui-Gon's ankles lifted.
Qui-Gon felt the weight of the Padawan on his chest. A hardness
scraped his hole, and Obi-Wan entered him. There was a brief
pain, then the pleasure of Obi-Wan filling him completely.
Obi-Wan was usually a very gentle lover. Now he was rough, very
rough. Slamming into Qui-Gon as if he didn't care for the older
man's feelings.
Obi-Wan quickly came. He pulled out of Qui-Gon and fastened his
pants.
"You did well." The disembodied voice said. "You may own this
one."
"Thank you, my lord." Obi-Wan said.
He took the control off his belt. He punched a button, suddenly
Qui-Gon's arms and legs where untied.
Obi-Wan went to a closet and pulled out a cloak. He threw it at
the older man. "Put this on!"
"Yes, Master." Qui-Gon did as he was told.
Obi-Wan kissed the man's lips. //let's get out of here!//
Qui-Gon slumped on the bed of the transport. He looked up the
black-robbed Obi-Wan. "When do I get the collar off?"
Qui-Gon took the control box off his belt. and touched it. The
collar came off.
"What about the cock ring?" Qui-Gon motioned to his
still-straining manhood.
Qui-Gon grinned. "Master, that stays on-until you can agree
that in the bedroom. I am the Master!"
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