Warnings: While there is a rather intensely dommy Qui, I doubt
I could shock anyone on this list!
Summary: This part deals with Qui-Gon as dom, and follows
straight on as the alternative ending to Part 1.
"SECRETS" 2A/2
Obi-Wan slowly walked out into the bedroom again, still naked.
Qui-Gon was seated on a chair next to a desk drowning in papers
which he was deftly sorting through. Obi-Wan came up to his
Master, positioning himself so as to be pushing his cock hard
against the man's arm. He felt the smooth skin and muscle rub
against him as his Master had not fully dressed yet.
"Are you not planning on dressing yourself today, Obi-Wan?"
Qui-Gon asked his young apprentice.
Obi-Wan pushed his hips further forward into his Master's arm,
and then answered.
"You are setting a bad example for me, Master. If you wear no
clothes upon your chest, then how am I meant to learn to wear
any upon mine?"
Qui-Gon gave his young Padawan a quizzical look.
"I did not realise that by your age you have only dressed by
following my example." He let a smile play upon his lips. "Yet
that does not explain the lack of garments upon your lower
body."
Obi-Wan returned the smile, letting a degree of sexual interest
flicker in his eyes for a moment before apologizing. He then
unhurriedly made his way over to his clothes drawer and bent
down to lift out his tunic and pants. He dressed slowly,
allowing his hands to stroke over the skin of his legs as his
pulled on his leggings and then smoothed and straightened the
material around every inch of his lower body with his palms.
Pulling on his upper garments, Obi-Wan followed the same
routine, lingering to touch his own skin as he pulled the
material around his chest and then smoothing it with long
strokes of his fingers from the outside. Qui-Gon watched his
every movement yet his expression remained calm. Rising from
his chair, Qui-Gon then passed by Obi-Wan without a comment,
reaching for his own tunic and quickly dressed before walking
towards the door to their quarters.
"Time for your daily lessons, Obi-Wan," he said, and left
without a backward glance.
Obi-Wan stood still a moment in the empty room, staggered by
the obliviousness of his Master to his actions.
//I must try harder// he thought determinedly. //I will spend
every moment I have, trying to seduce him. He must be mine!//
And after reaching that decision, Obi-Wan exited the room and
ran to meet his Master.
The day passed slowly and frustratingly for Obi-Wan. Every
movement he made in his katas was watched calmly, every
suggestive word or position or even action seemed to not
register though all was heard or seen. The Jedi received warm
greetings from diplomats as well as presents of food and drink,
and while Obi-Wan tried his best to be overly affectionate with
the guests in the hope Qui-Gon would imitate the gestures with
him or at least feel a degree of jealously, there still was no
reaction from the man. As the sun fell, closing another day,
Obi-Wan stood with his Master in their quarters, feeling the
beginnings of doubt at his abilities.
//Maybe he's not attracted to men...// he considered. //Maybe
he is and I've just let my ego trick myself into thinking he
could be attracted to me...//
"Master," Obi-Wan said aloud, as he gathered his datapad and
papers into his bag, "I would like to study in the library."
Qui-Gon nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts obviously
elsewhere. "Go ahead, Obi-Wan," he responded.
Obi-Wan hovered a moment, expecting something more, but nothing
came and so he left.
Qui-Gon breathed deeply upon his Padawan's departure. He
contemplated his state of mind for a moment and then let
himself fall into a deep state of meditation from which he did
not rise for at least three hours. Yet still his mind was
uneasy and as he felt it was too soon for him to sleep, he
instead chose to calm his mind by cleaning their room. He'd
always found the simple task it presented as a steady, focusing
one. He rose from his chair and reached for the nearby cleaning
cloth. Making his way around the room, he unhurriedly began
cleaning the surfaces and tidying the furniture and their
possessions. As he reached their drawers to place Obi-Wan's
outer robe away, he noticed a book, hardly visible as it lay
underneath a neat pile of clothes. He reached for it
automatically, thinking Obi-Wan had accidentally left his
appointment book behind. Yet as he flipped through it to check
his assumption, his expression turned to one of confusion. It
was an appointment book but it definitely was not listing
Obi-Wan's Jedi duties. Qui-Gon stood silently flipping the
pages, each full of only first names and occasionally phone
numbers or addresses. Making a decision, Qui-Gon paced over to
his chair and sat down, reaching for the comlink. He entered a
number from the following day's entry. The tone rang and a man
with a deep accented voice answered.
"Hello?" Qui-Gon said, his mind still not focused on what he
expected to learn from this encounter. "Who's this?"
"Who are you?" the voice replied suspiciously.
"I'm...a friend of Obi-Wan's," answered Qui-Gon carefully.
"Oh!" The man's voice changed completely, a degree of
understanding and friendliness registering in its tone. "Is he
canceling our appointment for tomorrow?"
"No," replied Qui-Gon, not wanting to ruin Obi-Wan's plans if
they were indeed innocent.
"Thank the gods!" the man sighed in relief. "I have enough
sexual frustration to blow the planet apart, so he
better be coming! Uh, did he want the price upped then?
I know he's always charged reasonably but I'm willing to pay
more for use of him, if that's what he wants."
Qui-Gon hung up the phone, unsure of how to respond. He sat
still in his chair until the sound of the door unlocking
penetrated his senses.
"Good evening, Master," greeted Obi-Wan as he strolled into the
room.
Qui-Gon didn't respond and Obi-Wan stopped in his tracks,
instantly worried. He looked at his Master who was staring at
him, his expression unreadable. In his hand was his
Appointment's Diary.
"Oh, no!" Obi-Wan breathed, unable to stop himself. He
mentally tried to calm himself, running through reasons as to
why this was not a disaster.
//He knows I'm a prostitute// he thought. //Well, he might be
interested. He would have to have found out some time, and I
am seducing him...//
He met his Master's eyes calmly.
"I see you have found my diary, Master," he said as he walked
over to Qui-Gon, his hips swaying with each step. "I would like
to let you know that I am fully in control of that part of my
life, and if anything, find it a suitable means of stress
control after the pressures of our Jedi lives." He smiled
encouragingly, letting his self-assurance show in his features.
Qui-Gon began to rise from his chair, his expression moulding
into one of almost embarrassment and surprise. Obi-Wan took his
chance, sensing it was now or never. In one smooth move he
cleared the distance between them and gently slid into
Qui-Gon's lap, pushing him back down, curving one arm around
the wide shoulders.
"Master," Obi-Wan quickly said before Qui-Gon could compose
himself, "I feel I should be honest with you. I find you very
attractive. Do you think I am attractive?"
Qui-Gon stammered for a moment.
"Ye- Yes! I mean, yes of course I do, you have grown to become
far from a repulsive sight..."
Obi-Wan allowed himself a slight internal grin at the lack of
his Master's usual ability to express himself perfectly.
"I also wish to express these feelings for you in a physical
way," Obi-Wan continued.
"Well, that's, um, a reasonable request, for sure," murmured
Qui-Gon, his thoughts obviously struggling to keep up with the
conversation. Yet his expression then suddenly turned to one of
realization and understanding, as though a puzzle in his mind
had suddenly been completed.
"You've been seducing me, Obi-Wan," he said - a statement, not
a question.
Obi-Wan nodded carefully, waiting for his Master's reaction.
But after a moment of quiet and deep reflection, Qui-Gon just
nodded and let the topic rest. Yet his nervousness returned
slightly as Obi-Wan began leaning closer, drawing his attention
back to his Padawan's previous admission.
"But...but..." Qui-Gon stammered, tensing a little at his
Padawan's bold touch.
"But we are two mature adults able to make our own decisions as
to how we spend our free time," Obi-Wan said, finishing
Qui-Gon's sentence for him. "And I for one would delight in
spending my free time with you, Master," he concluded, the
words of a light formal tone, yet his eyes reflecting the
deeper feeling of sexual intent. He stroked his hand gently up
Qui-Gon's arm, up the exposed neck and gently onto his cheek.
"Would you object to me kissing you, Master?"
Qui-Gon gulped visibly but did not pull away. "I would not
object, Padawan," he replied, only now gathering control of
himself. "But first I must apologize for my somewhat
apprehensive reaction before. I was uncalled for and you are
very right and mature on what you have told me."
"Thank you," murmured Obi-Wan as he leaned down and kissed his
Master.
Their lips met gently at first, Obi-Wan careful not to ruin the
moment. But then when he felt Qui-Gon respond in earnest, he
let himself return the kiss deeper, more surely, his tongue
penetrating the mouth upon his, his well-rehearsed techniques
falling into play. Qui-Gon moaned softly in response. And then
the moment was over, neither breaking first, yet both deciding
it was time for more.
"Master," asked Obi-Wan, still using his known formal language.
"Would you find it too soon were I to take you to our bed?"
Qui-Gon's eyes widened slightly, yet he shook his head in
answer.
"I would not object, Obi-Wan," he replied, his voice soft and
confident.
Obi-Wan nodded and rose from his Master's lap. He outstretched
one arm, offering his hand for his Master to take. Qui-Gon did
as was offered and gently he was led to their bed. Pushing his
Master down gently onto the sheets, Obi-Wan straddled Qui-Gon's
waist between his thighs. With a small grin, he reached for the
Lahrnian mousse sitting on the bedside table which had been
given to them as a present earlier in the day. He brought the
bowl over to rest on his Master's stomach and while Qui-Gon
shivered at the coldness of the bowl he kept still. Obi-Wan
grinned at his Master's compliance and carefully scooped a
handful of mousse out from the bowl and smeared it on the
smooth chest above. Then he proceeded to place more handfuls
upon Qui-Gon's stomach, spreading the mousse in thin lines down
his Master's groin and onto his cock. Sitting back upon
completion, Obi-Wan paused a moment to admire his handiwork
before reaching down one hand into the chocolate on Qui-Gon's
chest and collecting a finger-full. He leant forward, soiling
his own body in the mousse as he did so, until his face was but
a foot from his Master's. Then gently, Obi-Wan reached his
finger up and drew a path of chocolate down Qui-Gon's cheek,
curving it around to finish on his lips.
"Hungry, Master?" he asked with a sly smile.
Qui-Gon licked his upper lip clean in response.
"Are you, Padawan?" he countered, almost a challenge.
Obi-Wan responded by closing the distance between their faces
and licking one smooth path down Qui-Gon's cheek, ending with
his mouth gently sucking the last remnants of mousse from his
Master's lip. Qui-Gon began returning the kiss, but Obi-Wan
allowed it for only a second before pulling away and dragging
his tongue slowly over his Master's chin, down his neck and
into the pool of mousse that covered his chest. Shooting a
lascivious grin up at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan then proceeded to
thoroughly lick every inch of Qui-Gon's chest clean, lingering
longer than necessary around each nipple, tracing paths around
the curvatures of each defined muscle until there was no more
mousse to be eaten. Then he slid his body further down Qui-Gon
and, lowering his head to contact with the skin of his Master's
stomach, Obi-Wan began the same ritual, using his tongue in a
mixture of light, teasing kisses, coupled with firm licks upon
the bare skin beneath him.
Qui-Gon was breathing loudly, his eyes half-closed with arousal
yet focusing a piercing stare of lust as he follow every
movement Obi-Wan made. His breathing became sharper as his
Padawan came to the end of cleaning his stomach and lowered his
body further down, positioning his head in perfect alignment
with Qui-Gon's cock. Slowly extending his tongue once more,
Obi-Wan locked eye contact with his Master and then drew one
long path through the mousse up the entire length of the man's
cock, pausing delicately upon the tip. Never breaking eye
contact, he then proceeded to engulf Qui-Gon's entire cock into
his mouth, swallowing half into his throat and then pulling
back while running complex paths around each surface until his
mouth was free and his Master's cock was clean.
Qui-Gon's cock was now rock hard, yet Obi-Wan carefully
circumnavigated it as he pulled himself up to straddle his
Master's waist once more. Qui-Gon shot his Padawan a
questioning look of frustration, but Obi-Wan just twisted his
mouth into a small grin and reached for his bag by the bed.
After a moment of feeling about inside, Obi-Wan extracted his
hand and dangled a pair of handcuffs lightly on the end of his
little finger as his grin grew wider and his eyes twinkled with
playfulness and lust. Yet, as he reached down to pull his
Master's wrists together above his head, Qui-Gon suddenly
pulled away, grabbed hold of Obi-Wan's waist and flipped him
over underneath him, holding him down with his weight.
"Master!" Obi-Wan exclaimed in surprise and shock, the
suddenness of the movement catching him off guard. Yet before
he could make a move, Qui-Gon had pulled his arms up over his
head and securely locked his wrists into the cuffs, through the
posts behind him. Qui-Gon looked down into his Padawan's eyes,
his own changed, now full of a powerful determination mixed
with deep lust.
"My turn," he whispered, a soft growl, not threatening but
controlling.
Obi-Wan stared, wide-eyed yet suddenly aroused far deeper than
before. Before was a tease, this was something entirely
different, something he knew he had wanted for a long time yet
never presumed would actually happen. Qui-Gon had taken charge.
Obi-Wan had fantasized about such a situation, yet his Master
had always, even up to a bare moment ago, seemed an unlikely
candidate to bring reality to his desire. He opened his mouth
to speak but a large hand flattened over his mouth.
"You wanted to learn control, Padawan."
Obi-Wan groaned. His Master had heard all his earlier thoughts.
"You do not have a problem with perseverance, though, I
notice," he continued, a trace of humour passing through his
eyes. Yet in a flicker it was gone and all that remained was
the deep lust of a barely controlled fire within. When the palm
was lifted off his mouth, Obi-Wan remained silent, sensing that
it was not his move. Qui-Gon nodded sharply, indicating his
approval of Obi-Wan's decision.
"Now, we begin."
He placed his hands on each of the young man's shoulders. Then
slowly he sat up to a straddling position, dragging his fingers
gently down to chest beneath him, until they lay still on
Obi-Wan's stomach. He paused a moment, staring deeply into his
Padawan's eyes before he moved again. Lifting his hips off the
body beneath him, Qui-Gon used Obi-Wan's tensed stomach to
balance himself and gently turned around until he once again
settled down, this time facing Obi-Wan's feet. Then, sliding
his legs backwards and up to frame each side of the young
Padawan's head, Qui-Gon leaned forward until his own head was
aligned with Obi-Wan's cock.
And then he waited, the seconds ticking past as he looked down
through the gap between their bodies, checking his positioning,
acknowledging Obi-Wan's realization of what was to come.
Obi-Wan met his eyes and without breaking contact, raised his
head off the bed and licked one long path up the cock that hung
above his mouth. Qui-Gon's breathing deepened, a slow,
controlled sound that seemed to fill the room. And then he
lowered his own head to touch the cock beneath him and engulfed
the entire length into his mouth, swallowing it whole.
Obi-Wan gasped harshly, hissing an intake of breath deep into
his lungs as his hips jerked upward reflexively. Yet his Master
placed his hands on either side of them and pushed them back
down again, holding them in place firmly. Without releasing
Obi-Wan's cock, he then lowered his own hips down to press the
top of his cock against his Padawan's mouth. Obi-Wan opened his
jaws obediently and moaned deep in his stomach as he felt his
Master's cock push itself far into his throat. Tightening his
lips around the width, he sucked deeply, releasing the length
as he did so, groaning with pleasure as he felt his own cock
being taunted by his Master's tongue.
He forced control over himself, trying desperately to focus his
attention on his own actions rather than the torturously slow
movements of his Master. He began again, bringing the tip of
Qui-Gon's cock into his mouth and rolling his tongue around the
tip, gently closing his lips around the width until he felt its
hardness reach its peak. Only then, he moved again, using a
combination of twirls and licks of his tongue down the
underside, coupled with the suction of his lips and the light
grazing of his teeth which ever so gently teased downwards
until his Master's testicles were in reach. He brought them
fully into his mouth, rolling his tongue firmly around each,
and them sucking them in turn, drawing his tongue up and around
every side and back up to the bare skin below the cock above.
Using only the top of his tensed tongue, he traced a firm path
up the underside, once again teasing around the tip until he
let it slide deep within his mouth. Relaxing the muscles in his
throat, he raised his head off the bed and swallowed it whole.
Qui-Gon groaned loudly, the sound piercing the room as his body
was brought expertly towards its breaking point. But he held
back, forcing himself to continue to take Obi-Wan's cock
slowly, tauntingly as he moved his head upwards, letting his
lips provide a deep, firm suction along each side, the muscles
in his own throat contracting reflexively to stimulate the
deepest intrusion within him.
Obi-Wan's hips buckled again as Qui-Gon let the tip leave his
throat, yet held it still in the cavern of his mouth as he
sucked deeply on the tip. He licked the wetness from the end,
tasting it and then slid his slickened tongue down the
underside of the cock, twirling circles with the top around the
bare skin just above Obi-Wan's testicles.
Their moaning was almost in unison now, each drawing in deep,
almost desperate breaths of air through their noses as they
fought to control their own bodies, to draw out the experience,
to focus the pleasure in a circle of ecstasy.
Obi-Wan sucked deeper with his mouth, responding to his
Master's twirling tongue. Their bodies were tensed, both
nearing release but neither wanting to break first. Qui-Gon
made the decision, raising his head suddenly and then dropping
in down over his Padawan's cock, drawing a powerful suction
around the entire length, not letting go as he felt the blood
pound in his mouth and the testicles clench. Obi-Wan spasmed,
screamed a muffled cry as he forced a desperate grip of his
lips upon the tip of his Master's cock and sucked hard in
response, each bringing the other fast up into climax, two
mouths feeling a spurt of release simultaneously as their
bodies jerked hard and their minds blinded into a star-studded
darkness.
Hazy light. The feeling of his body and mind awakening. Obi-Wan
opened his eyes and stared into space, letting the thoughts of
a new morning fill his mind. He lazily stretched, noting his
wrists had been freed, and let his head drop to the side to the
absent space on the bed next to him. His forehead creased with
a slight feeling of tension. It eased a little as he saw a note
lying on the far bedside table and he leaned over to retrieve
it. Unfolding the paper he let his eyes focus on the words.
"Training Room, noon. Your lessons continue during the
day...and at night.
Your Master, Qui-Gon Jinn."
Obi-Wan lay back in relief, a small part of his mind having
fearing Qui-Gon had regretted last night and wished to forget
it. But now he remembered that his Master had needed to attend
an early morning meeting which explained his current absence,
and now he knew he would see him in the afternoon and he looked
forward to that with growing excitement. He pulled himself out
of bed and showered quickly, wanting to complete his morning
duties fully before he would see his Master once again.
As the morning passed Obi-Wan could barely concentrate on his
studies, the change he'd seen register in his Master's
behaviour filling the attention of his mind.
He'd been tricked. He'd been used.
Obi-Wan stared unfocussed as he made his way to the training
room, only now fully realizing what he had known to be true
last night. Qui-Gon had played him, deceived him with his
inattention to his seduction, feigning a lack of confidence
upon his initial move, and then smoothly switching the power
play to expertly take control when he was ready.
Obi-Wan felt his cock begin to harden at the thought of his
Master taking control, dominating him like he had seen only a
bare glimpse of the night before. He shuddered lightly in
pleasure, wondering if it was solely him that had been
responsible for releasing the side of Qui-Gon that had been
kept hidden for so long. He wondered how far he had let it out,
how far his Master was willing to go. But he could contemplate
it no longer as at that moment, Qui-Gon walked into the room.
"Master," Obi-Wan said by way of a greeting, letting his
feelings of satisfaction of last night flood through their
bond. Qui-Gon just smiled slightly, his eyes somewhat more deep
and focused than Obi-Wan had ever remembered seeing them
before. In fact, his Master looked very different - his eyes
almost hungry, his body not walking but prowling as he
crossed the room to press himself hard up against his Padawan,
pushing him almost painfully against the pillar behind him.
"Master!" Obi-wan gasped, his cock instantly reacting to the
change in Qui-Gon's behaviour. His breathing deepened as he
calmed himself slightly, raising his hand to gently rub against
the material around his Master's groin. He heard a barely
audible intake of breath and let a grin play across his
features as he leaned up to kiss his Master's lips. The kiss
was returned, hungrily, almost forcefully as he felt his tongue
being sucked from his mouth and his back drawn into a tight
embrace against his Master's body. Then he was released and he
stumbled back slightly, holding onto the pillar behind for
support.
"I missed you too, Master," Obi-Wan teased after his mind
stilled. "But you know, I'll never get my trials done if you
insist on distracting me like this," he added with humour
glinting in his eyes.
Qui-Gon returned with a small smile, acknowledging the bait,
but instead of reacting to it, he learnt forward until his face
was barely an inch from Obi-Wan's.
"You shouldn't have let this side out of me, Padawan," he
purred throatily.
Obi-wan felt the voice go straight to his groin, but stood his
ground.
"Shouldn't I?" was his only answer as he stared up defiantly.
Qui-Gon reached down and began stroking his Padawan's hair,
almost like an owner patting his pet.
"You seduced me," he said finally, his eyes roaming greedily
over the length of his Padawan's body. "I wondered when you
would."
Obi-Wan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but Qui-Gon spoke again
before he could react.
"I knew you would at some stage as you are just like me."
Obi-Wan stared blankly, his mind far from in control of the
situation.
"I want things," Qui-Gon continued, drawing his hand around to
stroke his Padawan's cheek. "Just like you, I knew I had to
have what I wanted, and I would do anything for it to be mine."
He lightly ran his hand down onto Obi-Wan's chest. "I was ruled
by the need. It was almost uncontrollable to me. I could think
of nothing else. The focus. The determination. The sex..." He
let his voice trail off as he dropped his hand further to begin
lightly stroking Obi-Wan through his pants. The young man
shivered by kept quiet. "It takes over every part of me,"
Qui-Gon continued. "It's almost...primal. Almost...dangerous."
He drew his hand around Obi-Wan's back to cup his buttocks
firmly. "Yoda told me I was out of control. He told me that I
must suppress it in order to gain control again. And I did. And
so it has been for a long time." He drew his hand up Obi-Wan's
spine and let it rest on the exposed neck. "But you have let it
out again and there is no room for regrets."
Obi-Wan nodded, understanding the stakes. But he didn't want
things to return to as they were. He wanted this side of his
Master. He wanted it badly and had always for as long as he
could remember.
"You wish to...possess me," he said, not a question.
Qui-Gon stared back. "I will possess you," he replied,
and the correction sent shivers of deep desire down Obi-Wan's
spine.
The young Padawan lifted his hands up and tried to lean in to
kiss his Master once again, but Qui-Gon pulled away as thought
punishing him for trying to be the initiator in any move. He
then turned to leave and Obi-Wan ran up, instantly worried that
he had ruined what he had barely begun. Qui-Gon paused for a
moment and smiled softly.
"I have a meeting now, Padawan," he said. "I will see you
tonight." His eyes darkened with lust again as he spoke, and
quickly he turned on his heel and was gone.
Obi-Wan stood still, staring at the door his Master had just
left by and after a few minutes left also, wishing to rush
through the remainders of his duties before he had to go to
work that night. And more importantly, before he would see his
Master once again.
Qui-Gon opened the door lock of their quarters and stepped
inside, reaching for the light switch as the darkness of night
had filled the room. It was late, yet finally after many hours
he had been allowed to leave the meeting. He noticed Obi-Wan
was not in the main living room and so unhurriedly made his way
around the rest of their quarters until he was left standing in
the centre of the room once again, sexual frustration building
fast. His eyes fell on Obi-Wan's appointments diary which lay
on his bedside table. His features tensed and he slowly stalked
over to pick it up and flipped to the current date.
He let out an almighty scram of rage, his emotions bursting
free from their calm confinements as he threw the book across
the room and stormed back out of their room. His feet pounded
the corridor outside as he raced past each room until he
stopped in his tracks outside a door at the end. He was
breathing harshly now and pounding the door with his fist until
it was opened by a half-naked Knight. Qui-Gon pushed past the
man and strode into the centre of the room, taking in the sight
of another Knight and his Padawan lying naked on the bed. The
other Knight, upon noticing him, sprung up and ran to join his
friend. Qui-Gon eyed them like an animal, a low growl
resonating at the depth of his vocal cords - a warning to the
two Knights. They backed off slowly, not entirely willing to
let go what they had paid for that easily, yet both unsure of
how to react. Qui-Gon didn't give them a chance, instead pacing
over to them both and lifting each off the ground by their
throats.
"He is mine!"
The words were growled in a barely recognisable tone. Obi-Wan
quickly jumped off the bed and ran over to his Master,
clutching at his arm.
"I'm sorry, Master!" he gushed, eyeing the two suspended
Knights with increasing worry for their safety. "I'm yours.
Just yours. Only yours." He ducked down and came up again
between Qui-Gon's outstretched arms and then forced eye contact
between them. "It was a mistake, Master. Let them go. I'm
yours. Only yours."
Silence fell on the room as nobody moved, until suddenly
Qui-Gon released his grip and the two Knights fell to the
floor. Gasping for breath, they took one look at the expression
on Qui-Gon's face and ran quickly from the room.
Silence reigned once more. A moment passed and the Jedi Master
reached up one hand and placed it on Obi-Wan's naked chest and
pushed hard until the young man fell backwards onto the floor.
Obi-Wan stared warily at his Master, not sure whether he risked
speaking or should wait to see what would come.
Qui-Gon strode up to him, lowering his body firmly over the
body beneath him. Obi-Wan still didn't move a muscle, some
instinct deep within him warning him of the risk. Qui-Gon
lowered his head down against the young man's neck and began
breathing in deeply through his nose, growling as he did so.
Obi-Wan realised he was objecting to the scent of the other men
still reeking strongly on his skin. Qui-Gon continued his deep
exploration of the scents covering his Padawan, pushing his
nose roughly against the skin beneath him, breathing in deep,
fast breaths and he traveled his way over Obi-Wan's body,
covering his neck, then his face and hair, travelling down his
chest and stomach, then burying his nose deep into the young
man's groin, growling viciously as he smelt the two Knight's
scents most strongly there. Obi-Wan moaned loudly and his
muscles clenched reflexively at the jolts of sexual energy shot
to his groin and he felt such extreme stimulation at the
feeling of his Master's possessiveness like he had never
experienced before.
Qui-Gon took the young man's cock deep into his mouth in a
sudden move and Obi-Wan yelled out loud as he felt the man's
tongue lick its way up from base to tip, tasting and testing
for the mixture of Obi-Wan's and the knights semen, separating
the taste and smell as though marking one as that of the thing
he owned, and the other as the thing he was in competition
with. The competition that he would hunt were they to ever try
taking his prize again. Finally, he raised his head from
exploring Obi-Wan's cock, and sniffed his way down the young
man's legs, each receiving as intent an exploration as had the
rest of the Obi-Wan's body. Finally he reached Obi-Wan's feet,
inhaling against the soles to make sure not even an inch of the
Padawan's body was missed. Raising his head to give a mumbled
grunt, he grabbed both of Obi-Wan's thighs with a strong, firm
grip and twisted him over, Obi-Wan not being able to do
anything but allow himself to be flipped onto his stomach and
flattened to the ground by his Master's weight squashing him.
Then the scent exploration began again.
Obi-Wan felt his Master's nose push itself into his messed
spiky hair and the deep sniffing commenced as everything from
his skull to his ears were tested for any trace of the rivals.
Then Qui-Gon slid his way down the young man's body slowly, all
Obi-Wan hearing was the deep breathing in of the test against
his shoulder blades and then down to his lower back and the
final pause as he felt his Master's nose press against his
anus. Obi-Wan didn't dare move. He felt half in shock at the
power and intensity of his Master's actions, and so completely
aroused that he feared moving would break whatever spell his
Master had so completely fallen under. He wasn't even sure if
he was breathing anymore, yet some part of his brain registered
that he was alive so he must have let some automatic survival
instinct take him over. He tried to concentrate in the few
seconds in which his Master had paused. Then he heard the sound
of his own breathing, suddenly deafening in his ears. A sharp,
shallow noise, more panting than anything. Desperate sounding,
but laced so completely with the sound of his arousal the two
emotions were inseparable. Suddenly he jerked in shock as his
now over-sensitive ears were bombarded with a loud rumbling
noise, beginning in the pit of his Master's stomach and working
its way into a base growl of anger and need. The nose that had
been probing him so intimately before began its assault again,
pushing itself deep in between his buttocks and breathing in
what must be the overwhelming scent of the two Knights upon the
entrance to his body. Slowly the nose moved down as Qui-Gon's
hands almost absentmindedly pushed Obi-Wan's legs apart and out
of his path as his nose rested itself against the boy's
testicles, and stopped.
Obi-Wan hadn't realised he had begun whimpering until the noise
of his Master's breathing had stopped for that moment. Was it a
moment? He wasn't sure. It seemed like an eternity but he had
no awareness or understanding of time then. He felt a flood of
perspiration fall off his brow, and he knew his entire body was
covered with more than just a light film of sweat. His body was
a mass of confusion; all his internal workings trying to cope
with the attack his Master was undertaking on his body. His
nerves were like lightning - a mass of thin stabs of fire
setting his entire body alight. His brain felt like it was
burning, sending its heat into his face and down through his
body, forcing the sweat out through his skin. His muscles were
tensed to the point of pain yet he had no ability to control
them. No ability to control himself at all. He wasn't sure if
he was shaking: small, fast, and uncontrollable spasms of his
muscles. He might have been but maybe that was before. Maybe he
was frozen still. He couldn't tell. All he could do was use his
senses to try and understand what was happening. His senses
seemed to be the only part of him working, as though all his
functions had focused their energy towards them. His ears could
have heard a pin drop a hundred yards away. His sense of smell
was so heightened that he could recognise his own scent in the
carpet beneath him. Semen mixed with sweat, mixed with the
stink of his fear and excitement. And then there was the smell
of his Master. So overwhelmingly powerful, he was surprised he
hadn't noticed it before. The energy flowing off him was
incredible.
His mouth was dry to the point of cracking, his tongue he
couldn't move. All he could feel was his breath coming in and
out, in and out, as it continued its desperate struggle to keep
him alive. He could barely think. There were no thoughts
running through his brain, no help, no analysis. Only instinct.
Survival. Sex. His eyes were wild and blurred, full of water;
tears or not he couldn't tell. He could barely see a foot in
front of him. Everything was just a blur of colour and shape.
It hardly mattered. There was only the floor beneath his face
and his Master on top of him. Everything within him had paused
in time, every part of him, every sense, muscle, nerve, cell,
all seeming to stare in wait for the next move of the man
holding him to the ground. He had never experienced anything so
intense in his life.
Silence.
Then he felt his Master's tongue press ever so softly against
the end of his testicles. Every muscle in his body nearly
snapped, every nerve break. For an eternity the tongue rested
there. Not moving. Obi-Wan nearly screamed. He could now feel
his entire body shaking violently, his muscles losing what
remnants of control he'd held them with before. It didn't seem
to matter. His Master had him firmly controlled with the weight
of his body and the strength of his grip.
Then Qui-Gon moved. Slowly. Obi-Wan felt the tongue drag its
way in one torturously slow movement down the pounding sacs to
rest lightly on the hairless patch of skin between his
testicles and his anus.
Obi-Wan's hips buckled wildly and jabbed into the carpet below
him, bruising the tender flesh. He released a loud cry, cut off
by a desperate sob of need and want, his head thudding down
against the floor beneath him, his breath coming in short
gasps. His cock felt like lead, the throbbing blood almost
unbearable, yet so extremely erotic, pushing painfully into the
hard floor, both his own weight and that of his Master trapping
it down.
Then the tongue moved again, ever so slowly upwards. The deep
breathing resumed as Qui-Gon sought to join the sense of smell
and taste together that told him about the men who claimed his
Padawan without his permission.
And then his final goal was reached. Ever so lightly, he
pressed the tip of his nose against Obi-Wan's opening, the
scent of the other men practically assaulting his nostrils as
he breathed in deeply. He lifted his head slightly and let his
tongue take the place of his nose, the tip of the wet flesh
delicately tasting his rival's semen on his Padawan's body.
Obi-Wan screamed.
His body spasmed like a seizure had overcome him, his muscles
clenching to the point of pain and then releasing so fast as he
came in one intense release. It felt like all his insides were
pouring out of his cock, the pressure expelling itself hard and
fast and he kept screaming, tears of desperate need pouring
down his cheeks, hitting the floor in a flood of water. He
sobbed uncontrollably, his muscles falling limp against the
ground as his Master's weight upon him seemed heavier than it
had ever done before. He felt his entire body being moulded
into the floorboards, totally covered, totally blanketed by the
huge body of the man above him. He felt wasted, utterly used
up, yet so extremely satisfied, like he'd been holding a breath
of want inside him for his entire life, and finally he'd
discovered the means to release it.
It felt so extremely right.
An uncountable amount of time passed before Qui-Gon made his
next move. The seconds began ticking by as he lifted his body
off his Padawan and stood tall over him, his head turning side
to side as though surveying the room for further challengers.
Accepting there were none, he grabbed Obi-Wan by the ankle with
one huge hand and yanked hard, dragging the young man across
the floor behind him as he strode out of the room. There was no
one outside in the corridors to question the scene, and Qui-Gon
soon had his prize inside their own chambers, dumping his
Padawan unceremoniously in a pile on the middle of the floor.
Hardly pausing in his steps, Qui-Gon kept on his way into their
bathroom and soon the sound of a tub filling could be heard.
Obi-Wan lay frozen on the floor, too much in shock and surprise
to move. He wasn't sure what would happen to him if he did.
He'd never witnessed such a raw, animalistic, almost
instinctive side of his master before, but all he knew with a
mass of certainty was that he had been claimed. What happened
from now was his Master's choice and he lay in wait for the man
to make his next move.
Qui-Gon strode back into the room, as fast as he had left.
Hardly sparing a look at the Obi-Wan, he just reached down and
grabbed his ankle once again and dragged him across the floor
and into the bathroom. As they entered, a cloud of steam
greeted them and suddenly Obi-Wan felt himself be lifted up by
the scruff of the neck and dumped into the bath, water
cascading over the rim as his body hit the hot water. He hardly
had time to balance himself before his Master's large hands
began rubbing at his skin, fierce almost rough movements, just
stopping before the point of pain. He was being cleared of the
two Knight's scent, Obi-Wan realised as he lay where he'd been
dumped, feeling his Master's hands cover every inch of him,
working his way up his legs and thighs, down between his legs,
grabbing his cock and half pumping him in an attempt to rid
every foreign trace from him. Obi-Wan thrust his hips
reflexively into the grip, feeling his again erect cock strain
for more. But the hand had already moved on, grabbing his
testicles and performing a similar action upon them, while the
other hand rubbed itself across his chest and stomach in wide
spirals, then moving its way down each arm in turn, pushing all
his body under water and leaving only his head above surface in
order to breath. Suddenly he was flipped over and the process
began again as his legs were roughly gripped and rubbed clean,
the efficient movements moving up between his legs and then
Obi-Wan half-yelped half-moaned as a finger was pushed deep
inside him as his Master destroyed all trace of the scent both
within and out of him.
The finger did not hurt as it circled around within him, half
stimulating half cleaning. Obi-Wan felt himself automatically
push back against the intruding digit, but Qui-Gon placed his
free hand on the small of the young man's back and pushed him
down. Obi-Wan's erection was painfully hard and throbbing so
loud he could hear the blood pounding up to his ears. He felt
it slide across the bottom of the tub as he was pushed down,
and he let out a yell of pleasure at the feeling, yet the
moment ended nearly as soon as it had begun. His Master had
pushed his head under the water, Obi-Wan barely having enough
time to draw in a desperate gasp of air before all he could see
was the blurred floor of the tub and the swirling water in
front of his face. He felt his Master's hand rub itself in firm
quick movements through his hair, moving swiftly down to the
base of his neck and cleaning the smooth skin it touched, and
then he was pulled up again, gasping for air as his lungs took
in deep gulps. He spluttered out half a mouthful of water that
he hadn't even realised he had nearly swallowed, his eyes
barely clearing themselves of water before he was flipped
around again onto his back. This time his face was pushed down,
one huge spread hand covering his features as he drew in a deep
breath and the water flooded over him again, his vision
distorted by the liquid to only barely see the blurred wavering
shape of his master, staring down at him, while that one hand
over his face moved its fingers around to clean what they could
reach. And then he was pulled up again, his entire body this
time breaking the surface of the water, and there was not even
a pause as his Master grabbed him by his forearm and pulled him
out of the bath. He'd only just managed to gain control of his
legs long enough to stand when suddenly his vision turned
upside down as he was thrown easily over his Master's shoulder
and taken out of the room.
Back in the central room, Qui-Gon dropped Obi-Wan suddenly,
flattening him to the carpet face up. Growling a hardly needed
warning for the boy not to move, Qui-Gon began rubbing himself
upon his Padawan's naked flesh, his entire body gliding
smoothly on the hot sweat. Obi-Wan felt like a thing being
marked, being claimed as territory. He had a growing certainty
that by the time his Master was through with him there would be
no creature that would dare challenge that claim.
Building up momentum, Qui-Gon forced his thrusts against the
bare skin beneath him, harder and harder, allowing his tongue
and breath to touch Obi-Wan's flushed face beneath him at each
push. The force of his orgasm came hard as Qui-Gon growled
gutturally in release, his semen spurting out onto his
Padawan's stomach in a pool of white liquid. Lowering himself
down heavily on the young man's prone body, Qui-Gon lay still a
moment, breathing low and deep, in and out, Obi-Wan listening
intently to the sound of the air against his face. And then one
hand moved down to his stomach and lay resting between the
press of their bodies. It began moving, slowly at first,
spreading the semen around upon the young man's chest, more
importantly, spreading the scent. Obi-Wan lay motionless, his
eyes opened but unfocused, completely engrossed in the feel of
his Master's hand upon his chest and the firm circles being
played upon his skin. The hand moved down, spreading the mix of
the sweat and semen onto Obi-Wan's cock, Qui-Gon curving his
palm around the skin and slowly beginning to masturbate him,
allowing their scents to bond with the motion. Obi-Wan gasped,
short sharp breaths as he felt the power of his arousal focus
so strongly on his cock, his Master's hand controlling his
release. Yet he was not allowed it, as Qui-Gon withdrew his
grip and with both hands now on his Padawan's waist, twisted
him over and onto his stomach, still beneath him.
Obi-Wan's cock pushed hard into the carpet, causing jolts of
electric energy to stab through his body. His hips buckled but
they were held down firmly by two strong hands upon his
buttocks, and soon a knee was driven between his thighs,
forcing him to spread his legs wider. He obeyed, allowing
himself to be moved and manipulated until he was placed in what
his Master deemed an acceptable position for entry. He fought
to control himself, to relax, but his body was so extremely
tense he screamed with the effort. He knew what was to come and
focusing all his energy together, he relaxed his internal
muscles, preparing them for the inevitable invasion.
Barely a second later, his Master pushed his full length hard
up inside him, jerking the young man's entire body forward with
the pressure. Obi-Wan felt the breath knocked from him and
released what seemed a half-whimper, half-scream of pleasure as
his cock was brought closer to orgasm by the friction of the
carpet. His eyes blurred with tears; not of pain - he had been
used before that day, but instead of a desperate need for
release, for control over his wildly blazing body that he could
barely feel yet at once feel so intensely in a paradoxical
confusion of experiences. The pounding began, back and forth,
in and out, rocking his entire body with each thrust, each
movement sharp and fast as he was roughly stimulated against
the ground. He felt a focus of heat race through his body,
through his arms and up his legs, streaking down his chest
until it came crashing into his groin, sending him screaming
the piercing sound of release as he clenched his muscles hard,
his Master above him at once roaring his own climax, joining
them together in a fire of white ecstasy.
And as Qui-Gon came, he withdrew sharply so as to flood his
Padawan's entire passage with semen, the last remnants spurting
on the smooth buttocks beneath him. He then grabbed hold of the
semen-covered skin and began massaging it roughly, spreading
the liquid as far as it would reach up to the young man's back
and down to his thighs. Lowering his body full length over
Obi-Wan's smaller measure, he covered the boy entirely,
pressing his whole weight upon his Padawan, and then began
moving his body slowly, up and down the boy's skin, spreading
the scent upon the full length of Obi-Wan's back, growling with
some kind of possessive satisfaction as he did so.
He had hardly recovered from his last release before he dragged
his body further up to straddle Obi-Wan's lower back, grabbing
hold of the boy's upper arms and pulling them firmly behind him
to cause the protrusion of his shoulder blades. Obi-Wan gasped,
yet not out of pain, more out of the shock of the new movement.
He let his head, which he had thrown back with Qui-Gon's
manipulation of his body, fall down to the floor again and
forced himself to relax. It was barely a second later that
Qui-Gon made his move. He brought his hips up to clear the
distance between them and Obi-Wan's shoulder blades, and,
lining his cock up with the cleft causing by the protruding
bones, he began thrusting himself between them, using the walls
of skin and bone and the muscles beneath to stimulate him. He
thrust harder and harder, tightening his grip on Obi-Wan's
upper arms as he did so, until the power of his release shot
forth, drenching the nape of the exposed neck. Obi-Wan jerked
slightly at the feel, knowing it was coming but still his
nerves reacted sharply at the sensation. He still forced
himself not to move and instead closed his eyes to let his
remaining senses experience his Master's next move.
Holding Obi-Wan's head down to the floor with a strong grip,
Qui-Gon smeared his semen up the line of the young man's neck
and up through his hair, massaging it in with efficient
movements of his fingers, while spreading it to full reach with
his palm. Obi-Wan was then grabbed by the shoulder and flipped
onto his back, his Master quickly straddling his neck with his
two powerful thighs, all Obi-Wan being able to see was the huge
throbbing erection jutting up just centimetres from his
sweat-drenched face. He stared with wide, wild eyes up at the
tip of the cock, just watching as time froze in place while his
Master stared down at his prize in domination.
Slowly Qui-Gon traced one large hand down his own body,
casually following a trickle of sweat down his chest, past his
stomach, and down into his groin. He felt his Padawan beneath
him panting gasped breaths, Obi-Wan's jaw widening ever so
slightly with every inhalation. Making sure he was being
watched, Qui-Gon then wrapped his hand fully around his own
cock, his fingers curled tightly as he began pumping himself,
slowly at first, then faster and faster as he felt his erection
build, the pressure in his cock increasing with every movement.
Rocking himself backwards and forwards on his Padawan's chest,
he thrust himself hard into his hand, until he felt he had
reached as far as he needed. Leaning forward heavily, he forced
his cock deep down into his Padawan's mouth and came hard and
fast, shooting out semen into the wide opening in such a
forceful moment that much spilled out, Obi-Wan barely being
able to swallow the beginnings of the load before suddenly the
cock was withdrawn and a warning grip pressed itself upon his
throat. Obi-Wan released a sound that could have been anything
from confusion, to a whimper or moan as he lay beneath his
Master, his mouth still wide open, a small pool of semen left
half-swallowed in his mouth.
"Don't swallow."
The words were half-growled, half-spoken, muttered in a tone so
low it should have been barely audible yet to Obi-Wan they
could have shattered his eardrums. Obi-Wan sensed a growing
panic rise within himself as he feared that his Master was in
no state to act rationally, and now he wasn't even sure if he
had unwittingly disobeyed his Master by swallowing half of his
mouthful. He lay still, his jaw locked open, waiting to see
what would result of his Master's command.
A hand traced up his throat, almost teasingly stroking his
Adam's apple and then continuing up under his chin with just
one finger brushing lightly over the small hairs beneath. The
finger entered his mouth, and then followed the other digits
until his Master's hand was stretching his jaw to the limits.
He released a strangled choke, his nose desperately trying to
inhale enough air to support his lungs which were already
working overtime. His eyes rolled around in their sockets as he
tried to see more of his Master in the hope that his plan would
be revealed, but his head was held back as Qui-Gon's free hand
reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair and held his head
back warningly. The fingers inside his mouth began to move.
Gently and carefully Obi-Wan felt them form a narrow cup and
then the hand on his hair moved down the bottom of his skull
and lifted his head forward slightly, and he felt the semen in
his mouth tip into the cupped fingers. The hand then was pulled
carefully out of his mouth and Obi-Wan gasped loudly in a
massive breath of air as his lungs demanded to be filled to
near burst. He raised his eyes and then saw the hand, paused
above his face, his Master staring intently at it as he moved
his other hand down to Obi-Wan's throat, resting itself lightly
but firmly on the sweating skin. Obi-Wan was entranced. A
passing thought in his mind reminded him of the presence of his
lower body which he had hardly remembered was still there as it
lay limp except for his cock which, with a sudden realisation,
he felt blood pounding so forcefully through that his hips
spasmed upwards in pleasure.
He returned his focus to that hand, hovering above him, each
finger pushed tightly against the next to hold the liquid
trapped. One drop and one drop only threatened to escape his
Master's hold and Obi-Wan stared, all other functions
momentarily forgotten as his eyes seemed to zoom in on that
tiny drop, a mixture of sweat and semen, hovering in a fragile
hold upon the underside of the gap between the middle two of
his Master's fingers. And then it fell. It was as though time
slowed as Obi-Wan watched its path downwards, until finally it
hit him on the centre of his forehead in a splash of liquid
that seemed almost deafening. He hadn't realised he had been
holding his breath in until suddenly he let it out as though
some great suspense had just passed. Yet as he did so, a
avalanche of liquid flooded towards his face as his eyes saw
his Master's fingers spread, freeing the pool. It hit his skin
a split second before his Master's hand, spread widely, covered
his face and stopped most of the liquid from rolling off his
cheeks and forehead. And then carefully and purposefully
Qui-Gon rubbed and smoothed his own semen over every part of
his Padawan's face, staring down at the boy with eyes which
told him with conviction that this was the final stage of his
ritual, that Obi-Wan had now so completely been marked as his
own. Never again would another be allowed to touch him; he had
been claimed.
Obi-Wan stared up into his Master's eyes and screamed.
His lungs seemed to tear the sound out of his body as his voice
rose to an inhumanly piercing pitch, his entire body clenching
tightly and pushing so forcefully upwards that his Master was
lifted off the ground with him. His eyes streamed with water,
sweat poured down off his body as it fell to the floor, shaken
free by his powerful spasm of release, all centering on his
cock which let loose its load with such an incredible push of
energy that it seemed as though it might have imploded from the
power and intensity of his orgasm.
The last sound he heard before blacking out into oblivion was
his Master's voice; deep, powerful and determined.
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