WARNING: This story gets pretty rough. No non-con sex but
definite B/D and humiliation, with a little S/M thrown in. If
rough sex squicks you, just hit the delete key now.
Summary: After a mission gone bad, Qui-Gon helps Obi-Wan with
some self-discoveries.
The Jedi master strode through the palace halls, his boots
echoing on the stone as he walked. He had felt his padawan's
surprise, then nothing. The palace residents took one look at
the intense Jedi and scurried away. They all knew Lord Randorf
had taken a liking to the younger of the Jedi. And Lord Randorf
was accustomed to getting what he wanted.
Qui-Gon came upon a set of heavy wooden doors. A subtle touch
of the Force showed them barred from the other side. It showed
Obi-Wan on the other side as well, in a less than voluntary
state. Calling upon the Force, Qui-Gon flung the doors open
revealing a very surprised Lord Randorf and a very relieved
Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Lord Randorf felt an invisible hand grip his throat as the Jedi
master took in the sight of his abused padawan. The younger man
was on his knees, naked and bound with a crude gag stuffed in
his mouth. The sight sent a variety of emotions surging through
Qui-Gon, but this was neither the time nor place.
The sound of Lord Randorf dropping to his knees drew Qui-Gon's
attention. The man was clawing frantically at his throat, his
face turning an interesting shade of purple. Qui-Gon watched
him for a moment as he considered choking the bastard to death.
He looked back at his apprentice and a slight shake of the
man's head made his decision. He released his hold and watched
impassively as the man drew in great gulps of air.
"You...you will...pay..." Lord Randorf gasped out as he glared
at the Jedi who had dared to attack him.
"Do you truly wish to die?" Qui-Gon asked, his voice whisper
quiet. "The only reason you still live is because you did not
accomplish what you set out to do. Make no mistake about it, if
you had raped him, I would have killed you."
Qui-Gon waited for his words to sink in before turning his
attention to his still bound apprentice. Slowly he walked over
to where Obi-Wan knelt. The young man had his head down, his
eyes locked on the floor. The master could feel the waves of
humiliation rolling off his apprentice and reached out to
gently stroke his head. A small patch of shorn hair on the back
of his head immediately caught his attention.
Forcing down another wave of anger, Qui-Gon began to remove his
bindings. He began with the gag. Once he had it out of
Obi-Wan's mouth he saw it was much larger than he thought and
was appalled at the size of it. Next, the ropes that bound the
man's elbows tightly together forcing his shoulders back and
chest forward in a lewd display. The soft moan of pain as the
bonds were loosened set the master's emotions roiling yet
again. Lastly, he released the man's wrists. They were chaffed
and bleeding in places and Qui-Gon rubbed them gently.
"Where are your clothes, Padawan?" he asked softly as he
continued to caress the abused wrists.
"He burned them," Obi-Wan replied, his eyes never leaving the
floor. "Said I belonged to him now and wouldn't need them
anymore."
Without a word, Qui-Gon removed his robe and wrapped it around
his apprentice. Obi-Wan snuggled down into the soft fabric and
breathed in the scent of his master. An act that had never
failed to calm him, no matter the circumstance.
As gently as he could, Qui-Gon reached out and tipped Obi-Wan's
head up, forcing the younger man to look at him. He could see
shame and humiliation in those soft green eyes and felt a fresh
surge of anger at the man who had put it there.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, my Padawan," Qui-Gon said
softly. Obi-Wan tried to turn his head away, but Qui-Gon
tightened his grip and held him in place. "I understand more
than you think I do and you have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied, not truly believing his master
but trying to.
"What happened to your tail?" he asked gently as he rubbed the
shorn place on the back of his padawan's head again.
"He... he took it," Obi-Wan whispered as tears stung his eyes.
"As a souvenir."
Qui-Gon's eyes went dark as he turned to face Lord Randorf
again. In two quick strides he was in front of the man. Before
he even had time to think, the Jedi master pinned him to the
wall, their faces mere inches apart.
Randorf thought he was going to die. The enraged Jedi was
snarling in his face. Never in his life had he seen such anger.
He began to shake as he quickly snaked a hand down to his belt
and pulled out the small lank of hair he had cut from the
younger man.
With a growl, Qui-Gon took the hair from the quivering man. He
reconsidered killing the bastard for a fleeting moment, but his
padawan needed him. Taking himself in had, Qui-Gon turned
around and returned to Obi-Wan's side. Seeing the young man had
not moved from his position on the floor, Qui-Gon merely
scooped him up and headed back to their rooms. Just as soon as
he had his padawan settled he was making a call to Coruscant
and they were getting off this Force-forsaken planet.
The call to the Coruscant went as Qui-Gon expected it to. Every
single member of the Council understood his actions and knew
they would have done the same. They were of the unanimous
opinion that Lord Randorf was lucky to be alive.
They were given leave and were headed off the planet within the
hour. Qui-Gon was grateful for the hasty departure as he was
unsure how much longer he could keep his temper in check. But
the Jedi's biggest concern was his padawan.
For his part, Obi-Wan seemed to be handling things well. He did
not shy away from his master's touch, even when Qui-Gon
insisted on helping bathe him. He was, however, reluctant to
part with Qui-Gon's robe, so the master let him keep it.
It took three days to return to the Temple. Each day Obi-Wan
seemed a bit more himself, though more quiet and introspective
than was his norm. Qui-Gon watched him closely. He knew there
were things they needed to discuss and come to terms with.
There were also a few things Qui-Gon himself needed to come to
terms with, like what the sight of his bound and kneeling
padawan had made him feel.
After a week at the Temple, Qui-Gon had had enough. He had
requested the Council not send them on any missions until he
had helped Obi-Wan overcome what had happened. They had agreed.
But in the past week, there had been little progress on
Obi-Wan's part. It was obvious the young man needed to talk.
And it was just as obvious that he did not know how to approach
his master with this. Well, Qui-Gon would just have to take
matters into his own hands.
"You are troubled, Padawan," Qui-Gon stated as the other man
emerged from the fresher.
"Yes, Master," the young man replied dutifully, perhaps it was
time.
"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked gently. Obi-Wan
just looked at him for a moment, unsure how to proceed.
"I think I need to," he replied, answering but not answering
the question asked.
"Very well," Qui-Gon replied. He sat down on the sofa, making
himself comfortable. He had a feeling this was going to take
awhile.
"I'm not sure where to begin," Obi-Wan said at last. "I'm
confused."
"What are you confused about?" Qui-Gon asked.
"My feelings. My reactions." The young man fell silent for long
moments. Qui-Gon waited patiently. If he had learned nothing
else from this particular padawan, he had learned to be
patient. All things came to those who would but wait.
"I... When he tied me down... I was... it... aroused... me,"
Obi-Wan finally managed.
"Has this ever happened before?" Qui-Gon asked, doing his best
to keep his voice cool and detached. So that was what had
plagued his padawan so. He had not expected his body to betray
him.
"No," Obi-Wan replied softly. His eyes were fixed firmly to the
floor. "But then I've never been in a situation like that
before either."
"So what is it that troubles you so?" Qui-Gon asked. "Is it
just that it aroused you?"
"Yes," came the soft answer. "I... How could I like that? I
mean, he tried to..."
"I know," Qui-Gon said gently. He could tell Obi-Wan was very
upset by his self-discovery. And it looked like it was up to
him to help his padawan through it.
"Do you trust me, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked suddenly causing the
young man's head to snap up.
"Only with my soul, Master," Obi-Wan replied, deadly serious.
There was no one he trusted more than the man before him.
"You do realize that I love you, do you not?" Qui-Gon
continued. "And not as just my padawan, either."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied softly. "And I, you."
"Then I want you to do exactly what I tell you," Qui-Gon said.
"You will not question me but you may fight me if you wish. Do
you think you can do that?"
Obi-Wan looked at him. His confusion was evident but he nodded
his agreement none the less. This was his master, after all.
"Stand up and strip," Qui-Gon said, his voice cold and hard.
The sound of it sent a shiver down Obi-Wan's spine but he stood
to comply almost immediately.
Qui-Gon watched as his soon-to-be lover undressed. He quietly
steeled himself for the role he was about to play. It would be
difficult, but it would answer a good many questions for his
padawan. And maybe for himself as well.
"Now what?" Obi-Wan asked once he was naked. He shivered
suddenly as the thought of what he was doing occurred to him.
While he had been naked in his master's presence any number of
times, this was completely different.
"Kneel, cross your ankles and put your hands behind your back,"
Qui-Gon replied.
He waited until Obi-Wan had done as instructed before standing
and walking over in front of the young man. Using the Force, he
wrapped tight bonds around his lover's ankles and wrists,
immobilizing him. Obi-Wan looked at him, his eyes fierce and
confused but Qui-Gon ignored him.
Instead, the Jedi master reached out and grabbed his hair,
holding his head firmly in place. With his other hand, Qui-Gon
freed his erect penis from the confines of his leggings.
Obi-Wan's eyes went wide at the obvious implication. He felt
his own body begin to respond at both the treatment and the man
dishing it out.
"Open your mouth, boy," Qui-Gon snarled at him as he pressed
the head of his phallus up against his padawan's lips.
Obi-Wan's eyes went hard and he shook his head as much as
Qui-Gon's grip would allow. He clenched his lips together
grimly and stared at his new lover. He thought about using the
Force against the other man, but decided against it just yet.
Using the Force against a Jedi master was not something to do
lightly. Even in a situation such as this.
Qui-Gon let go of Obi-Wan's hair and moved back a step. Obi-Wan
continued to stare at him as the man seemed to contemplate his
next move. Out of nowhere, the back of Qui-Gon's hand connected
with his face, sending him sprawling on the floor.
Qui-Gon quickly bent down and righted his apprentice. The
entire side of his face was red from the blow and the master
cringed inside. He waited until Obi-Wan had regained his center
before he spoke.
"You have a choice, Obi-Wan," he said as he knelt beside him,
face to face. "We can stop this now and forget it ever
happened. Or we can continue. If we continue, you will have no
say in what happens. I will do whatever I want with you,
however I want. This is the only opportunity you will get to
back out. The choice is yours."
"Qui-Gon..." he began only to stop. "I... I want to continue."
"Be sure, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon cautioned.
"I'm sure, Qui-Gon," he said more firmly this time. He had no
idea what was to come, but he knew he wanted it, wanted it more
than he had ever wanted anything in his life. And above all
else, he trusted this man.
"Very well. Give me your hands," the master replied as Obi-Wan
felt the bonds on his hands disappear.
He held out his hands to his lover and Qui-Gon placed a slim
silver band in them. Obi-Wan looked down at the Force dampener
his master had just given him. His eyes shot back up to those
of his master and Qui-Gon could see the concern there.
"Prove to me that you really want this," Qui-Gon commanded
softly. "Place that on by your own hand."
To his credit, Obi-Wan did not hesitate, but quietly attached
the band to his throat. The sensation of being cut off from the
Force, while not a new one for him, was still an unpleasant
one. The thing that always bothered him the most was his
inability to draw upon his bond with his master. He took what
comfort he could in the fact that it was his master who had
done this to him. It was his master's wish. And his master
would not be denied.
Qui-Gon smiled at his love. Oh the trust this beautiful young
man had in him was enough to take his breath away. His quiet
courage and simple dignity were awe-inspiring. He vowed to
himself to be worthy of this man before him. With that thought,
he placed a single, loving kiss on Obi-Wan's lips, then stood.
It was time to begin.
"Hands behind your back," Qui-Gon instructed and with this
Obi-Wan complied. He once again felt the Force bind his wrists
and was no longer surprised at the thrill it sent through him.
Qui-Gon reached out and grasped his head again. He grabbed the
short hair tightly, holding the head firmly in place while he
placed the tip of his cock at the other man's mouth again. He
was not surprised when the mouth remained closed. Smiling
wickedly, he used the thinnest tendril of Force to slip past
the tightly clenched lips and begin to pry the jaws apart.
Startled green eyes widened as Obi-Wan felt his mouth being
forced open. Qui-Gon laughed at the shocked look as he
continued his assault. Obi-Wan shook his head trying to both
dislodge Qui-Gon's fist in his hair and somehow stop the prying
open of his mouth. He failed at both.
As soon as Obi-Wan's mouth was fully opened, Qui-Gon thrust
forward filling the young man's mouth with his flesh. Obi-Wan
started to gag, but found himself unable to as the Force held
him open. Qui-Gon thrust in and out roughly, taking his
pleasure in the helpless man's mouth.
"First, I'm going to fuck your mouth until I get tired of it,"
he said as he thrust forward deeply. "It's about time you
learned how to suck a man's cock. By the time I'm done with
you, boy, you'll be able to take my cock all the way down your
throat like a good little whore. Then, I'm going to turn you
over and fuck your ass raw."
Obi-Wan could not help but moan at the words Qui-Gon spoke.
They all seemed to go straight to his cock leaving him aching
and hard. Oh, the fantasies he had of this were nothing in
comparison to the real thing. He vowed to make this as good for
his new lover as he possibly could.
Qui-Gon thrust in and out of the hot mouth and thought he had
found heaven. He closed his eyes against the sight of Obi-Wan
on his knees servicing him, unwilling to come this soon. He was
thrusting almost his entire cock into the young man's mouth,
each time getting a little bit deeper. He refused to come until
he had buried the whole thing in his padawan's throat. He
almost lost it when he felt Obi-Wan lift his tongue and begin
to caress the pistoning organ as much as he could manage.
"That's good, little whore," he murmured as he slammed forward
again. He felt the head of his penis slip into his lover's
throat and moaned as he was finally all the way in. "Your mouth
feels so good. I could fuck you like this all day."
Obi-Wan's only response was a soft, needy groan that vibrated
through his master's entire body. Qui-Gon looked down then and
took in the wanton picture his normally reserved padawan made.
He could see the younger man's own cock standing out from his
body.
With a groan, Qui-Gon released the Force holding Obi-Wan's
mouth open. The young man immediately closed his mouth around
his master's hardness and began to suck. It was more than
enough to send Qui-Gon over the edge. He cried out and thrust
in hard as he came, filling his padawan's mouth and throat with
his cum. Obi-Wan sucked maddeningly at the cock in his mouth,
determined to draw every last drop he could from his lover.
"So good, little whore," Qui-Gon said as he pulled his spent
penis from Obi-Wan's mouth.
"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan said meekly, his eyes downcast.
Qui-Gon took in the submissive posture and felt his penis
twitch again. Being a Jedi master gave him a rather high degree
of body control, but not that high. Time to play with his new
toy for a bit and give his body a chance to recover.
"I take it you like having a man fuck your face," he said
casually as he brought his boot up to stroke along Obi-Wan's
own erection.
"I... I guess so..." Obi-Wan replied, his voice soft and
unsure.
Qui-Gon reached out and grabbed him by the back of the head and
pulled, forcing his head back at a painful angle. Obi-Wan could
see the anger in those blue eyes and shuddered. The fear, like
everything else his master had done to him, went straight to
his groin.
"You guess so," Qui-Gon sneered. "You look like you're ready to
come without even being touched, little whore. Don't you think
it's about time you admitted it? Now say it."
"I... I like having a man fuck my face," Obi-Wan said softly.
"Just any man?" Qui-Gon asked with a laugh and he released his
grip and stepped back. "Perhaps I should have Mace stop by. He
loves a good blow job."
"NO!" Obi-Wan shouted in panic. "I didn't mean it like that.
I... I like it when... when YOU fuck my face, Master."
"Better, pet," Qui-Gon said. "But you do realize that if I want
to let Mace come in here and take you, that you have no say in
it, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied, his face going red. If his
master wanted to whore him to the entire council he would do it
without complaint. The thought of Qui-Gon watching him as he
pleasured another sent another ripple through his groin.
"I don't think you really want this, Padawan," Qui-Gon said
suddenly as he moved across the room and sat down in favorite
chair.
"What?" Obi-Wan exclaimed. How could his master think that?
"I think you'd rather I release you now," Qui-Gon continued
with a smirk.
"No," Obi-Wan cried out. "Please, Master."
"Hmm... I don't believe you, pet. Perhaps you need to prove it
to me."
"Pr...prove it, Master?" Obi-Wan repeated.
"Yes, pet," Qui-Gon replied. "And I suggest you get with it
before I lose interest."
Obi-Wan stared across the room at him unsure what to do. All at
once, an image floated through his mind. He locked eyes with
his master then began to slowly crawl on his knees toward the
other man. He kept his head low to the floor as he moved. He
stopped when he reached Qui-Gon's booted feet.
Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan reached out with his tongue and
caressed the boot before him. The combination of leather, oil
and dirt almost made him gag, but he swallowed it back down. As
reverently as he could, he caressed his master's booted feet
with his lips and tongue. He flushed as he realized the picture
he must be making, naked and bound, his ass thrust back as he
tongued his master's boots. He continued despite his
humiliation or maybe, he mused, because of it.
Qui-Gon felt himself grow hard as his padawan licked his boots.
He had sent Obi-Wan the picture of him kneeling at his feet,
but never had he imagined his lover would do this. It almost
made him come in his pants. He seriously considered comm-ing
Mace to come and watch, knowing it would add to Obi-Wan's
humiliation tremendously but decided to wait. Another time,
perhaps, but not this first one.
Obi-Wan finished with the right boot and moved on to the left.
He could feel his master's eyes on him as he loving cleaned the
filth away. He was amazed at how excited he was at doing this.
He knew his master was affected as well as he could feel it
bleed across their bond.
At last, Obi-Wan was finished. Hesitantly, he raised his head
to look at his lover. The feral look in Qui-Gon's eyes stunned
him. He had never seen his master look like that before.
Suddenly, he found himself flat on his back, covered by his
lover.
Qui-Gon thrust his tongue inside the man's mouth and moaned at
the taste of Obi-Wan and leather. He ground his hardness into
the man beneath him. Obi-Wan writhed in response and dove into
the kiss. The Jedi master allowed himself another moment of
indulgence before levering himself up and off the stunned man.
Before Obi-Wan could voice a protest, Qui-Gon reached down and
lifted him. He slung the younger man roughly over his shoulder
and stalked into his padawan's room. Using the Force, he pulled
out Obi-Wan's desk chair. It was high-backed and wooden and
would work perfectly.
Silently, he slung his lover off of his shoulder and over the
back of the chair. Obi-Wan would have to stand on his toes to
keep from putting his weight on his stomach. Qui-Gon left him
like that for a moment then knelt down behind him. He lifted
the younger man's feet until they were off the ground and he
was bent over the chair at his waist. Using the Force once
more, he secured each foot to a leg of the chair then released
the man's arms from behind his back only to secure them to the
front chair legs.
Obi-Wan could not help but moan at the incredibly vulnerable
picture he made. With Qui-Gon tying him off the ground, he knew
he was at a perfect height for his lover to simply take him. He
heard Qui-Gon leave the room for a moment, but he quickly
returned. He wondered what his lover had needed. He got his
answer when a slick finger plunged into his ass.
He bucked at the sudden intrusion but the Force bonds held him
securely. Qui-Gon chuckled at the display and slapped his ass
cheek. The finger sawed back and forth roughly and Obi-Wan bit
his lip to keep from crying out.
"Have you ever been taken before?" Qui-Gon asked as he
continued to hastily stretch the small opening.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied truthfully.
"You let someone else fuck you, little whore?" the master
sneered causing Obi-Wan to flush with embarrassment.
"That's alright, little whore," he said as he thrust his finger
in hard. "I'm glad someone else already broke you in. Means I
don't have to worry about being gentle."
"It has been some time, Master," Obi-Wan said quickly.
"That's alright, pet," Qui-Gon assured. "The tighter you are,
the more I'll enjoy it."
Qui-Gon jerked his finger out and moved around to Obi-Wan's
face which hung off the end of the chair. Kneeling down,
Qui-Gon pressed his cock at the young man's mouth. "Refuse to
suck it this time and I will take it out on your ass," Qui-Gon
said as he thrust forward.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth quickly. Qui-Gon thrust forward hard
and buried his cock almost completely. At this angle it was
impossible to get his entire length down the man's throat
again. Qui-Gon quickly set a brutal pace, holding onto
Obi-Wan's ears as he plunged in and out. It was all Obi-Wan
could do not to gag at the vicious onslaught.
Qui-Gon thrust in all the way and held it there. He could feel
Obi-Wan trying desperately not to gag as he enjoyed the warm
wetness surrounding him. Regretfully, he pulled out and moved
back behind his captive lover. Obi-Wan gasped for breath as he
felt his master step behind him. He felt his master place the
head of his cock at the entrance to his body and tried to
relax. Qui-Gon had only used a single finger to stretch him.
This was definitely going to hurt.
Taking a deep breath, Qui-Gon pushed forward hard, burying a
third of his erection in his lover's tight body. Obi-Wan's
scream reverberated off the walls but Qui-Gon made sure it did
not leave their quarters. It would not do to have some
well-meaning soul come barging in.
Rubbing small circles on his lover's back, Qui-Gon thrust in
again then again until he was buried to the hilt. Obi-Wan
moaned at the pain of the violent penetration. Qui-Gon stilled
himself for a moment to allow his lover to adjust. He knew
Obi-Wan needed it painful this time, but he refused to injure
the man. Once Obi-Wan's moans had quieted and he could no
longer feel the young man's rectum spasming wildly on his cock,
he began to thrust.
Obi-Wan moaned again as Qui-Gon began to move, thrusting quick
and powerful within his body. It hurt. Oh, Force, it hurt. But
he needed it. He felt more alive than he had ever felt before.
He only hoped this was as good for his master, for his lover,
as it was for him.
Qui-Gon could feel the pain/pleasure building within his lover.
The more it built the faster he thrust until he was slamming
into the other man. He could feel his own orgasm building again
and this time, he would take Obi-Wan with him.
Reaching down, he grasped the man's angry erection and began to
pump. Obi-Wan howled at the sudden feel of his lover's hand on
his cock. He bucked forward and back as much as the Force bonds
would allow. Oh, he had never known anything could feel like
this.
"Come for me, little whore," Qui-Gon said, his voice cutting
through the fog in Obi-Wan's head. "Come for me, pet."
And Obi-Wan did. Howling out his lover's name, he came
thrashing in his bonds. A second later, Qui-Gon followed him,
slamming home and filling the tight body beneath him with his
seed once again. It was long minutes later before Qui-Gon felt
steady enough to pull out of the trembling man beneath him. He
grimaced at the slight stain of blood on his penis, but had
been expecting it. Next time, he would show his lover the
merits of slow and gentle. But they were not quite finished
with this time, yet.
Wiping himself with the damp cloth he had brought in earlier,
he moved back around and knelt beside Obi-Wan's face. Reaching
into his tunic pocket, he pulled out a small bundle for Obi-Wan
to see. It was his ponytail, the one Lord Randorf had cut from
him.
"You belong to me now, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Qui-Gon said as he
closed his fist on the tail and kissed his lover's lips.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied when Qui-Gon pulled back.
"Was it what you needed?" the Jedi master asked gently.
"Yes, Master," the bound man replied. "You are everything I
will ever need."
"There is one more think I require of you, my pet," Qui-Gon
said as he looked into sated green eyes.
"Anything, my Master."
"I have filled you with my seed," Qui-Gon said as he reached
over and pulled a small rubber object to him. "For the rest of
the day, you will wear this plug inside your body. I want to
know that where ever you go, what ever you do, my seed remains
inside of you."
Obi-Wan blushed bright red at his master's words, but Qui-Gon
could see the affect they had on him. His padawan was more than
aroused by the thought of spending the rest of the day with
both Qui-Gon's cum and a plug inside his body.
Standing up, Qui-Gon moved back around behind him and began to
gently insert the plug into the rather battered body. He
grimaced again at the tearing he saw and thought about healing
it, but that was not what his padawan needed right now. And if
he was being honest, it was not what he needed either. He
wanted the young man to feel it every time he moved, wanted him
to have a reminder of just what had been done to him and by
whom it had been done.
Once the plug was firmly seated, Qui-Gon released the Force
bonds and helped Obi-Wan to his feet. Silently, the two Jedi
curled up on Obi-Wan's small, and former, bed and slept.
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