Repercussions

by obi-ki

Archive: MA, anyone else please ask.

Catagory: POV, mild kink/BDSM

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: none

Series: Sequel to Self-Indulgence

Summary: The consequences of Obi-Wan's indulgent behavoir take a path that he could have never imagined.

Disclaimer: Everything Star Wars including these two gorgeous characters belongs to Sir George. I write just for the sheer joy of it, am making no money and have no money.

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Author's notes: Thanks to Master Ruth for the great first line challenge, to Kimdy for the conversation that insipred this puppy and as always to be wonderful beta/editor monalee. Without her constant attention to my grammar and comma's and her support and willingness to prod me along and point out where things go wrong, I would never finish anything.

"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside," I muttered under my breath.

"Have you taken to talking to yourself now, boy?" a gruff voice called from the other room.

'Jedi hearing,' I cursed silently while answering the man in my most subservient voice. "No, Master. I'm sorry, Master" I apologized.

Moving carefully so as not the dislodge the sculpted phallus that was enclosed within my body, I set about to gather a tray of food items as I thought back to how I had managed to get myself into to this rather unusual position.

Six days ago, my Master had returned to our quarters after the fifth night of mediating some rather volatile negotiations, to find me masturbating in the middle of our bed. After taking a moment to voice his displeasure at my behavior, Qui-Gon proceeded to pound me into the mattress until we had both collapsed from the experience.

I focused on that day and mentally replayed the verbal exchange between us before my Master had pounced.

Qui-Gon had looked down at me in bemused annoyance and said. "It was not very considerate of you to begin without me, Padawan. Suitable punishment will need to be devised for your extremely self-indulgent behavior." The words had sent shivers through me and my cock had begun to harden as I replied. "I submit myself willingly to your judgment in this matter, my Master."

Those words had hung between us for the remainder of the negotiations, always in the background but never acknowledged until last night as we prepared for bed.

"All sides have finally come to an agreement and all that remains is the formal signing of the treaty," Qui-Gon had said. "Everything should be completed by mid-afternoon. Please pack travels bags for each of us as we have been granted three days leave, beginning once the treaty is signed." He held up his hand to forestall the questions he could see on my face and said in his sternest voice. "All you need to know is that we are headed for a private retreat in the Manarai Mountains and will need appropriate casual clothing." I looked at him without speaking, trying to get even a vague hint of where we were going. What I did get confused me all the more. His expression changed for a moment into almost a leer and he walked over to his chest of drawers. Opening the bottom drawer, he pulled out a carved box and placed it on his desk. "Make sure you include this in my bag, Padawan," he said before leaving the bedroom for the refresher.

I had no chance to ask him anything else as he was asleep when I finished my shower and was gone when I awoke. The mysterious box still sat on his desk, secured with a Force lock that was keyed to Qui-Gon's Force signature. Resigned to having to wait, I had attended my classes, packed and was waiting for him in the common room when he returned from the signing. He motioned for me to pick up our bags as he stood at the door. "Come, Padawan," he said gruffly as he strode into the hallway. I was hard pressed to keep up with his long, determined strides but had been unwilling, with his strange mood, to ask him to slow down.

When we reached the hangar, he had directed us to a small two person shuttle and motioned me to enter. "The pre-flight checks have been done and the coordinates are already entered in the navigational computer, so just get clearance and we can be off," Qui-Gon instructed as he took the co-pilot seat.

Totally confused by this cold, somewhat demeaning attitude but not foolish enough to voice that confusion, I had dropped into the pilot seat and quickly brought the ship's systems online. In a matter of just a few minutes, I received clearance and set the ship on its designated route away from the center of Coruscant. It was only at this point, that Qui-Gon had finally decided to speak.

With those blue eyes boring into me as if they could read my soul, my Master had asked. "Do you recall our conversation when I came upon you pleasuring yourself the other night?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "Could you repeat your exact words to me?"

I fought the surge of lust that flowed into my groin at the implication of his question and swallowed. "Yes, my Master. My exact words were -- I submit myself willingly to your judgment in this matter, my Master."

"And are you still willing to honor this vow of submission, my Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon had asked as he studied me intently. "No matter what form I should decide it will take?"

The lust that had shone in my lover's blue eyes as he waited for my reply made any misgivings I had evaporate. "I submit myself fully to whatever form you feel my punishment should take," I had answered truthfully.

"Consider carefully, love," Qui-Gon had said softly. "I will explain my idea once we reach the retreat and will only proceed if you agree fully. But if you agree, then we must play the scenario through until we are ready to return to the Temple."

My mind had set upon some wild imaginings at that point and I had found it extremely difficult to concentrate on piloting the ship. Luckily, it had not taken too much longer for us to reach our destination. I quickly secured the ship, gathered our bags, and just minutes after landing I was seated at Qui-Gon's feet in the common room of the small lodge.

"We have been going from mission to mission without a break for the past eight lunar cycles and are in need of some relaxation," Qui-Gon had begun. "I had already arranged this tentative getaway when Valorum commandeered me to head those negotiations but originally I had just wanted us to have some time alone. Your reply to me the other night sparked an image in my mind that I find I have been unable to squelch." He reached for my hand at this and pressed it against his chest. "As a matter of fact, it has grown to such a proportion that the fantasy is trying to consume me."

Lust and desire had flowed through me at the thought that I could inspire such abandon in my stoic and serene Master. "I would be more than willing to indulge in any fantasy with you. Tell me what you desire, my Master," I had whispered huskily.

Using the Force, Qui-Gon had pulled over his travel bag, removed the wooden box and placed it in his lap. He opened it with a wave of his hand and tilted it so that I could see its contents. My eyes had gone wide and my mouth had hung open in a mixture of trepidation and arousal as I looked at the items. Qui-Gon used my braid to pull my eyes back to meet his and said softly. "Do you see my desire, Padawan? "Do you understand my wish to possess you, control you, own you?"

At that point, I had reached in and picked up the padded leather strip that rested at the top of the box. I examined it closely, studying the blue and green monogram etched into the pale gray leather. In a flourished script, the large letter J was intertwined almost possessively over a much smaller letter K. I then took the leather strip and fastened it reverently around my neck. "Yes, I understand, my Master. I am yours to command."

"Be sure, beloved," Qui-Gon had whispered. "For as much as I desire this, I would do nothing that would cause you pain or regret."

I had pushed up onto my knees then slid back along the wooden floor so that there was ample room between us. I prostrated myself at his feet, head pressed to the floor in a posture of total submission. "I am your humble slave, my Master."

"Rise and strip," Qui-Gon's now gruff voice had commanded and when I looked up the expression I had seen was one of pure unadulterated possessiveness. "I wish to examine you."

I had risen from the floor and stripped, not too slowly but not too quickly, adding a few seductive movements as the clothes left my body. When I finished, I moved back to his feet and knelt in supplication. Matching leather strips were pulled from the wooden box and attached to my ankles and wrists. He directed me to stand and step back, then made me rotate in small circles before him as his eyes raked over every inch of my flesh. My cock was jutting proudly from my body, leaking copiously even though I had not been touched by more than his eyes.

At that point, he had leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. "Pleasure me," he had instructed.

"May I undress you, my Master," I had asked hopefully. But a head shake was my reply so I moved to kneel between his knees. I pushed the robe aside, undid belt and sash, opened tunics and untied leggings until I could finally reach that massive erection. I licked, teased, sucked and nuzzled until he finally held my head in place and fucked my mouth. The surge of pleasure flowing over the bond had almost been my undoing and I had to fight to keep from coming when his seed spurted down my throat.

When Qui-Gon had recovered from his orgasm, he led me to the bedroom and let me undress him. I spent the next hour caressing every inch of his flesh with my mouth and tongue, sucking and biting fingers, toes and nipples, while laving every bit of skin in between. All the while my cock throbbed painfully, painting a line of wetness upon his skin each time it had made contact. Finally he had taken pity on me, sent me to retrieve some oil, watched carefully as I prepared myself for him, positioned me on my hands and knees and fucked me until I screamed for release. Only when he had been on the verge of release himself, did he wrap that large hand around my shaft and stroke it. My orgasm ripped through me with such intensity that I screamed and passed out on the bed.

When I had come back to consciousness, I was lying on my back and looking into Qui-Gon's amused face. "You may not be worth the credits I paid for you, boy, if you pass out from just one little fuck," he laughed.

Suppressing a groan and wondering just exactly what I had gotten myself into, I had maneuvered myself to my knees and pressed my face into the mattress. "I will endeavor to improve my performance for you, my Master," I purred.

Qui-Gon had pulled me into his arms and we slept for a while. When he nudged me awake, he had sent me to the common room to retrieve the wooden box. He took it from me, pulled out an item and placed the box on the bedside table. He held the pale item in his hand and showed it to me. "I wonder what it will be like to fuck you with this," he growled. He directed me back into the bed, placed a pillow under my stomach to cant my hips and drizzled oil over the faux penis. My suddenly engorged cock was pressed painfully into the pillow and I had vaguely wondered if I would survive the next three days.

The intrusion of the dildo into my body had felt strange at first, unyielding hardness in comparison the silken steel of Qui-Gon's cock. But listening to his low throaty moans as he pressed it into my anus made me ignore any strangeness. And once he had deepened his strokes to rake my prostate, I was all but writhing on the bed attempting to thrust my penis against the pillow. He pressed my hips into the bed with his free hand and used a tendril of the Force to press against the base of my cock, denying me release.

After a few more minutes of this exquisite torture, he had pressed the faux phallus into my body until the rounded end was flush against my anus, then sat back against the head board. "Draw me a bath, boy," he instructed.

Thoughts of the improbability of my own survival had been stronger then, as I had fought to calm my body enough to moved. When I shifted to my knees, I had reached back to pull the dildo from my body but was stop by a hard command. "Do not remove it. It will remain within you while you attend to my needs," he ordered.

Struggling for composure, I had risen from the bed and headed into the refresher, flames of embarrassment rising in my cheeks. I couldn't decide if I was more embarrassed by my predicament or the fact that I was so excited by it. I quickly filled the bath, mixing fragrant bath oils with the steaming water to create a relaxing atmosphere. I looked up to see my Master in the doorway, watching me with passion darkened eyes as I moved about to ready things. I bowed and called him forward. "Your bath is ready, my Master."

I had washed his body reverently then moved onto to wash his hair. Taking my own pleasure in the feel of that silken mass in my hands, I massaged his scalp and worked lather into every strand. Once I had rinsed it completely, he rested against the lip of the tub. "Go and prepare food for me, boy," he murmured as he closed his eyes.

"Yes, my Master," I had replied and with one last longing look at the enticing figure in the tub I had moved into the small kitchen.

"How long does it take to prepare a meal, boy?" Qui-Gon growled from the tub and I was pulled from my memories.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'll be right there, Master," I replied contritely as I threw the remaining items on the tray. I set the tray down on the table by the bed and went into the refresher.

Qui-Gon was standing in the tub, droplets of waters coursing down his large frame. "Dry me,' he ordered.

I placed a towel on the floor, helped him step from the tub to stand on it and proceeded to dry him gently. Once his body was dry and I had toweled his hair, I wrapped the midnight blue silk robe I had pulled from his bag around his imposing frame. I directed him into the bedroom, pressed him gently to sit on the bed and knelt carefully behind him. I worked patiently through the heavy fall of silvered brown hair, combing each tangle until it was completely smooth. "Would you like me to braid your hair, my Master?" knowing I had to offer but hoping he would refuse. Probably the single sexiest thing about Qui-Gon was how he looked with that mane of hair flowing loosely over his shoulders.

"Yes, braid it," he replied gruffly and I wondered if he had heard the thought and was punishing my earlier inattention.

"That is only part of your punishment, boy," Qui-Gon responded to the unspoken thought. "But I believe a more direct punishment will be more effective is dissuading this type of behavior."

Once I had tied off the braid, I moved from my position behind him and knelt at his feet. "As you see fit, my Master," I said obediently.

Qui-Gon pulled me to my feet and moved to sit in the sturdy wooden chair by the desk. He spread his knees and braced his feet against the floor. "Come here, boy," he ordered pointing to his half covered lap. My eyes must have widened is disbelief because his eyes darkened in annoyance. "It will be much worse for you if I have to force you."

I walked slowly over to him. "You're going to spank me?" I whispered.

"Paddle would more precise, but yes," Qui-Gon replied. He pressed the open edges of his robe between his thighs and motioned for me to position myself across his lap.

Again trepidation and arousal warred for supremacy within me and I wondered what other things I would be subjected to over the next three days. I laid myself out over the broad lap and attempted to get into a position that would diminish contact with my engorged penis. But my Master would allow no such thing and shifted me so that my cock rested between his thighs, surrounded by the sensual silk of his robe. I felt him reached out with the Force and looked up to see a small wooden paddle float from the box into his hand. As he raised it over my naked ass, I cried out in dismay. "Aren't you going to remove the dildo first?"

"No, I see no reason to do that," Qui-Gon replied and with that let the first swing of the paddle connect with my ass. Even as I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, I knew I was lost. The combination of pain and pleasure was almost unbearable. As the second and third swats hit in rapid succession, my arousal spiked. Each swing of the paddle was pushing the dildo against my prostate and pushing my throbbing cock though the silken tunnel of Qui-Gon's thighs. I could feel the effect my surges of pleasure over the bond were having on my Master as his heavy shaft pressed against my hip. I shifted sideways, so that his erection was nestled more snugly between his stomach and my hip just as he landed the fourth stroke. The swats were coming at a steady pace now as our arousal built with each one. As the final stroke landed against my cheeks, I gave up trying to stifle the sounds of my pleasure and screamed just as my release pulsed into the silk of my Master's thighs. I felt his release pulse against my hip a moment later as he moaned my name.

Before I could even pull myself together enough to move, I felt the sculpted penis pulled from my body and large palms pressing against the heat of my ass. Surges of healing Force flowed from those hands and the pain in my buttocks quickly dissipated. This was the only hint of the real person behind Qui-Gon's façade and as soon as the soreness disappeared so did he.

"I will expect no further neglect of your duties, boy, or you will face much more serious consequences," Qui-Gon growled as he pushed me from his lap.

"You will find no cause to punish me again, my Master," I said contritely. I pushed myself to my feet, went into the refresher and came back with a warm wet towel. After cleaning the evidence of our release gently from Qui-Gon's robe, I knelt between his legs and cleaned his thighs and stomach with my tongue. Only after I had cleaned him completely, did I use the towel to clean myself.

I rose from my knees and extended a hand to the still seated man. "Please come with me, Master, and I will feed you." He moved to the bed readily and sat leaning against the headboard. I propped two pillows behind his back to make him more comfortable, then sat back on my heels. A small part of me missed the feeling of fullness of the dildo penetrating my body but I knew that it needed to rest before Qui-Gon attempted to use the remaining toys in his box.

I fed my Master from the tray, watching almost mesmerized as he pulled the pieces of food into his mouth. The wetness of his lips teased my fingers and his tongue lapped at the different sauces that coated them. After a few bites, he started to feed me morsels in return and I copied the motions of his lips and teeth. By the time the main course was completed, our arousal was again starting to build.

Qui-Gon picked up the small bowl of berries and cream and pressed me back into the bed. "Lie down," he ordered in a husky tone. I hurried to comply, lying flat on my back with my arms pressed against my sides. I shivered in anticipation as I watched him scoop a cream coated berry between his fingers. When he started to bring it to his lips, I barely contained my moan of disappointment. The lust filled leer returned to his eyes and his fingers changed direction towards my chest. The coated berry was placed over my nipple and my Master leaned forward and smashed the fruit against my flesh with his tongue. The sensation was exquisite and I did moan that time, relieved when my Master's only reaction was a lecherous smile. He repeated the motions with more fruit until only two pieces remained in the bowl.

He was putting the bowl back on the tray when I reached for his arm. Using my most seductive look, I asked persuasively. "May I, my Master." Without a word he acquiesced, lying back and allowing me access to his chest. I straddled his large body and could feel the heavy pressure of his erection resting in the crease of my ass. I took my time, first applying only tiny drops of cream before giving in and pressing the red fruit against his nipples. After I had used every drop that remained in the bowl, I looked longingly at him. "Tell me how you want me, Master?"

I could feel the surge of arousal that flowed through him at my words and was not surprised when he handed me the bottle of oil and growled, "ride me."

Never one to hesitate when given a cherished gift, I took the oil, prepared him and myself quickly and positioned the dripping head of his penis against my anus. "Yes," I cried out as I was impaled, then allowed myself to drop out a character for just a moment to whisper, "love you."

I braced my hands on his chest and levered my body, rising up until Qui-Gon's penis almost slipped free then dropping back until he was fully sheathed within me. I kept a steady pace but soon realized it wasn't enough as my Master's hands gripped my hips like a vice and increased my motions. After only a few more strokes, he pulled me hard against him and I felt the tremors of his climax beginning. He batted my hand back when I reached for my own shaft and enclosed it within his palm. That touch was all I needed as we exploded into orgasm together, the sound of each other's names echoing from our lips.

I collapsed against his chest and remained there for some time before he gently lifted me to lie beside him. I watched as he pulled a small item from the box and held it before my eyes. "This will keep my seed within your body until morning," Qui-Gon said, "so there will be no doubt of who you belong to."

I curled onto my side to give him better access to my body and shivered as the hard plug was pushed into me. "I will gladly hold your essence within me, my Master. Though do not doubt that I belong to you, body and soul."

I called the damp towel into my hand and cleaned my semen from our bodies. Tossing it to the floor, I curled up against him with my head resting on Qui-Gon's chest. As we laid in comfortable silence, I thought about the things that had transpired today. I was thoroughly enjoying this role-playing with my Master and wondered, with a great deal of anticipation, what else he had in store for me over the next couple of days. But a small part of me wondered whether he had ever opened himself up like this with anyone else before. The thought grew within my mind until I could no longer deny it and needed to know one way or another. I lifted my head from his chest and looked intently at him.

Trying to word my question so as to stay within my role but hoping he would be willing to answer, I asked timidly. "May I ask you a question, my Master?"

I watched as he opened his eyes and met my gaze. "You may ask, young one, but I can't promise I will answer," he replied.

"Have you ever owned a bed-slave before, my Master," I queried softly.

"No, you are the first," Qui-Gon answered just as softly.

Taking courage from this desired answer, I pressed on. "And the items in the box, Master. Have you ever used them on anyone before?"

"No, the items in the box were selected just for you," he replied, as he stroked his thumb over the strip of leather around my neck.

Love surged in my heart to think that my ever cautious Master trusted me enough to show me this side of himself. I laid my head back against his heart and wrapped my arms possessively around his waist. "Just so you know, my Master. You are my first as well."

The End.