Bound Together

by Lorraine (Blucola@aol.com)

Archive: M_A, others ask first please.
Feedback: Yes please!
Category: BDSM, PWP,noncon,kink
Characters: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Obi-Wan has some special plans for his Master, who he has decided is way too tense lately.
Warning: Shameless use of Jedi boots. You've been warned. ;)
This is what happens when you finish a story and get too excited to post it right away. I need to learn patience.
( / )denotes inner thought. ( // ) denotes bondspeak.
Disclaimer: George owns them, I use them (happily) without his consent.
You are now free to read with abandon.

He couldn't explain his motivation for what he was about to do, all he knew is that it felt right. Whether his Master would feel the same way was something still to be determined. He looked at the table he'd prepared. Hot tea, hearty stew and a plate of honey cakes. His Master's simple tastes were a direct counter point to the complex and fascinating maze that was his mind.

In other words, he thought too much and when he thought too much, he got all broody. The Padawan simply wished to alleviate said broodiness. He was driven by purely altruistic impulses. When this was finished, his Master would be sated, content and grateful.

The door opened and his Master stood there, outside their quarters and apparently not in any hurry to enter. The expression on his face told the Padawan that he sensed something was afoot.

"Obi-Wan." He said in a simple greeting, then stepped warily inside, his eyes taking in every corner, looking for...what? Something suspicious, something out of the ordinary? Qui-Gon Jinn felt foolish, but his instincts told him to beware. Maybe it was the strange gleam he saw in his Padawan's eyes. They dropped, as if Obi-Wan was afraid of revealing too much. Qui-Gon's brows draw together, what on earth did his Padawan need to hide?

Obi-Wan stood by the small dining table, his hands folded into his coarse brown sleeves. "Are you hungry?" He inquired and indicated with a polite wave the simple repast he'd prepared. Qui-Gon nodded and sat silently at the place that had been prepared for him. Slowly he began to relax as Obi-Wan poured him a cup of tea and ladled him a bowl of the excellent stew. He ate with gustatory pleasure, finishing one bowl and reaching for the ladle to fill it again. Inexplicably, Obi-Wan drew the pot away and set it back on the stove. Qui-Gon frowned, apparently he wasn't being allowed a full stomach tonight.

He watched Obi-Wan move around in the small kitchen, admiring (behind firmly erected shields) the curve of his sweet behind as the tunic he wore occasionally pulled up while he worked. He stifled a yawn and snagged a honey cake. He sipped his tea and nibbled the delectable sweet as his limbs grew heavier and he felt the overwhelming urge to sleep sweep over him. /Force be damned!/ He thought as he suddenly was too exhausted to lift either the honey cake or the cup of tea to his lips, /my Padawan has drugged me! /

Obi-Wan waited until he was absolutely certain his Master was asleep and not merely dozing, then sprang into action. With copious amounts of help from the living Force, a gratifying thing that, more proof that motives were... pure, Obi Wan managed to wrestle the big man over to the bed. He gently dropped the beloved form onto the soft surface like sack of root vegetables.

That done he set to work preparing his Slave. Off came every stitch of staid Jedi clothing. Next Obi-Wan lovingly sponged-bathed the large body, paying particularly close attention it's mouthwatering penis, large, even in it's flaccid state. He pushed his Master's legs up to his chest and reached underneath to delicately cleanse the tight puckered hole hidden beneath. He called a bottle of scented oil to his hand with a slight nudge of the Force and then coated his fingers. He smoothed oil all over Qui-Gon's body, making shiny what was already sleek and refined. Coating his fingers one more time, he carefully prepared the tight hot passage nestled at the base of his Master's ass. He couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips, or the twitching of his dick as the tight muscles gripped his fingers. With some reluctance, he withdrew them, it wasn't his intention to rape an unconscious man.

He had to work quickly now, the drug would be wearing off soon. His Slave would be awake and, hopefully, quite angry. He could hardly wait. He placed a force inhibiting collar around the tightly corded neck and locked it. Next he buckled a leather harness into place across Qui-Gon's chest and back. It had a ring in back, which Obi-Wan put to good use by fastening him to the wall with a strong steel clip through one of the three metal loops Obi-Wan had affixed there earlier in the day. He took a length of chain and fed it through the loop behind Qui-Gon, he then fed it through the loops that were spaced just far apart enough to make Qui-Gon's arms stretch in a spread-eagled position. He left just enough slack to make the big man think he had some range of motion. Obi-Wan snapped on a pair of steel cuffs around each of Qui-Gon's wrists, then clipped the chain onto them. He left only the legs free, allowing access to anything he wished below the waist.

As almost an afterthought, he snapped on tiny nipple clamps. The pain roused Qui-Gon who shook his head and looked around, bewildered. He took in his Padawan who faced him with an inscrutable expression. "What, by all that is holy, is going on here, Padawan?"

Obi Wan stalked over to the bound man, his expression a thundercloud of sudden fury. He reached back his arm and slapped the older man full across the face. Qui-Gon blinked, shocked then opened his mouth to speak. Obi-Wan slapped him across the mouth, this time hard enough to split his lip. He watched now satisfied as Qui-Gon tasted the blood that trickled out the corner of his mouth. He looked up at his Padawan, silent, but angry. His eyes promised retribution. Obi-Wan almost shivered in anticipation. This was not the time for that though, there was business at hand here.

"Silence!" The word slid from his lips, cold as steel. "Until I give you leave, you are mine. Every command you will follow, if you show me the slightest sign of disobedience, this stops." He smiled tightly at the astonished look on Qui-Gon's face. "If I ask you a question, it will always be accompanied by either 'yes Master' or 'no Master.' Do you understand?" He waited a breathless moment, a sick coil of apprehension in his gut until Qui-Gon finally nodded his head in the affirmative and whispered, "yes Master."

Obi-Wan nearly shuddered with relief. "Now, I'm going to come over to you and run my hands over your fabulous body. Do I have your permission?"

Qui-Gon sucked in a breath, his sex twitched then stirred into life at the apex of his thighs. "Yes Master."

Obi-Wan smiled in beneficence, then reached out a caressing hand. He bit his lip as he slid it over Qui-Gon's chest, the muscles under his fingertips clenching at the light contact. "Is this pleasing to you?" He asked kindly.

Qui-Gon closed his eyes, his head tilted back involuntarily. Obi-Wan's hand stopped it's journey as he waited for his Slave's response. "Oh yes, yes! Master." Satisfied, Obi-Wan put his hand in motion again, inexorably lowering it's descent until it reached the nest of crisp brown hair that encircled the base of the Slave's hot aching organ. He stroked it delicately and it lurched in his hand. "Would you like me to taste the tip? There's a jewel of precum right in the very center. I know you wouldn't want it to be wasted." He waited expectantly.

"Yes, Master, please taste me!" Obi-Wan brought over a chair and set it before the big hard body. He sat down, close enough to be able to reach Qui-Gon's body without strain. It wouldn't do for a Master to kneel before his Slave, there had to be a sense of decorum about these proceedings, else he might lose his authority and control. His head moved in, under the watchful gaze of the Slave. His lips and tongue wrapped around the wide heavy cock, working it slowly and patiently.

Qui-Gon's body went tense. Obi-Wan hadn't left him enough slack in the chains for him to be able to reach the russet head and bury his fingers in it's silken fire. "Please Master." He begged. The motion at the center of his body ceased, Qui-Gon nearly sobbed in dismay. "Be still." Obi-Wan warned. "Or I will suck on you so hard and you'll come so fast it will be over in a second. You don't want that, do you?"

Tears spiked Qui-Gon's lashes. "No Master." He said, his voice low and ashamed. Qui-Gon's Master returned to his ministrations. His hands soothed the quivering flesh of the naked flanks pressed against the cold wall. His throat muscles relaxed as he prepared himself to take the enormous cock he was caressing with lips and tongue, deep into it's tight depths. He held Qui-Gon's hips still, then pushed himself forward, taking it all, then swallowing.

Qui-Gon's breathing was harsh and ragged. He knew that despite the warnings of his Master to be still, he wouldn't be able to resist and he'd would come too fast. It was there, just at the edge of insanity and reason. His hands clenched and unclenched, finding the rhythm his hips would love to pursue if they weren't being held in an iron grip. His head thumped against the wall, the needles of pain finally helping him to find his control. Without breaking his pattern of suction and deep-throating, Obi-Wan reached a hand up and slammed Qui-Gon against the wall. //Cease, I will not have you hurt yourself.// He commanded through their mental link.

Unable to reply because the force collar Obi-Wan had placed about his neck, Qui was forced to reply out loud. "Yes Master."

Satisfied with his Slave's obedience, Obi Wan sent another command through the link.//You may fuck my mouth now.//

Groaning and whimpering in surrender, Qui Gon thrust frantically into the hot moist hole. He almost lost his mind from the pleasure as the mouth he fucked swallowed repeatedly. It sucked him down deep, yet deeper until he finally came in long sustained rush. He was barely aware that he was shouting until he felt Obi-Wan's hand over his lips. They formed syllables and sounds. He frowned as he tried to remember their meaning. Then the simple words slid back into his addlepated brain. His eyes gazed into his Master's own eyes, liquid with fervent meaning.

Obi-Wan took his fingers away, wanting to hear the words again for himself. Softly Qui-Gon whispered, "yes Master, yes my Obi-Wan."

The breath gushed out of Obi-Wan. He was so overcome he had to brace himself on the wall, fingers splayed, elbows locked, on either side of Qui-Gon's shoulders. He sent fingers of force to the shackles encircling the bound man's wrists and unhooked the fastenings. Next, the invisible hands drew the chain out of the loops, freeing tense, sore shoulders and arms.

"This has not ended." Obi-Wan told him, in a stern tone. "I want you to go into my bedroom and lie down on the bed. Pull your knees up and hold them there until I come into the room."

Qui-Gon nodded , then rushed to do his Master's bidding. Obi-Wan followed him much more slowly, pausing to eat a bite or two of fruit from the bowl on their dining table. He casually strolled into his bedroom, smiling with approval at the tableau set before him. His Slave laid in his bed, knees pulled up as directed. His arms were spread out straight, presumably to take the pressure off the small of his back. Qui-Gon's legs were long and had to be heavy.

He watched as Qui-Gon waited for him, his eyes hot with anticipation. With long deliberate movements, he removed his clothing. His robe and tunics were tossed to the side. He then slowly rolled his leggings past his hips and pulled them free of his boots, which he left on. "scoot to the edge of the bed. Keep your knees up, but spread your legs." He commanded. Qui-Gon quickly obeyed. He stepped up to stand before the prone man. The tip of his penis nudged the tight puckered hole Obi-Wan had prepared earlier. "Do you want it rough or soft?" He asked.

"Rough please." Qui-Gon rasped, an almost irritated edge to his voice giving proof of his frustration.

"Yes Master!" Obi-Wan reminded and shoved the other man away from him. He turned his back to the bed. Qui-Gon bolted out of the bed and knelt before his Master. "Please Master." He begged.

"Please what?" Obi-Wan prompted him.

"Please fuck me Master, I want to feel you inside, now, please.

Obi-Wan looked down at the figure kneeling before him, abasing itself in abject humiliation. His cock swelled harder than he'd ever recalled before. "Do you wish to get back in my good graces? So this won't be ended like I told you it would if you disobeyed?"

The Slave nodded vehemently. "Yes Master."

"Then pay homage to my boots."

Qui-Gon looked up at him, confused,

"Lick them!" Obi-Wan demanded, then drew his knee up and shoved the large man down onto his side, with said boot. He balanced on one foot as he arranged the body sprawled on the floor into the position he liked, then held his chest down with a firmly planted boot between Qui-Gon's shoulder blades. He allowed the Slave to clean the dust from his boots with small licks. An expression of kind tolerance and patience on his face, encouraging him softly, as if he were a child. When one boot was clean, he pulled it free and then set the other one down to be cleaned, replacing the previous boot's position on Qui-Gon's back. When he was satisfied his Slave had abased himself enough, he bade him to return to the bed and await him there.

Qui-Gon watched his Master approach, the natural part of his personality, the part that made him such a strong individual, was appalled. Shocked that had slipped into this role so easily. His eyes travelled the length of the body of the man who held such power over him. He was exquisite, raw sensuality coiled off him in waves. His body was spare and strong, it's pale skin gleamed in the darkened room. But it was that face, that changeable chameleon face that could slip into any place, any time and be accepted as someone who belonged there. He was beyond compare. He was Qui-Gon's passion and Qui-Gon would do anything to make him happy.

He laid back on the bed and propped himself on his elbows. His knees were pulled up as previously instructed and his thighs spread apart. Obi-Wan stopped in front of the submissive man and raised a booted foot to caress the soft flesh between the spread legs. Qui-Gon threw his head back and barely bit back the moan that was building in his throat. It wouldn't do to anger his Master again, but it felt so good. His cock jutted out hard and straight, as if he'd hadn't just come explosively down his Master's throat only minutes before.

The exploration continued, the smooth leather rough against tender skin. Qui-Gon catalogued each scratch and abrasion, they felt incredibly sensual. But for every small hurt Obi-Wan caused him, a promise rose in Qui-Gon's heart to make him pay restitution. He gasped as the boot brushed one nipple, then the other, the sore nubs burned through his entire body. The pain was perfect. His hips shifted impatiently as he imagined debasing the fine young form before him. Perhaps a little pain of his own? Any man who would chain up another man had to enjoy that, right? He bit his split lip, causing it to bleed again. Ah, another thing for which Obi-Wan had to pay. The list was growing long.

Obi-Wan read these thoughts easily, the force collar allowing him knowledge of any rebellious thoughts his Slave might try to shield from their shared mental bond. Qui-Gon's plans for retribution refueled his own passion. With a shout he set his booted foot on the floor and planted it there, along with it's mate. His hands were rough as they grasped the hard flesh of Qui-Gon's hips and pulled his ass up so he could have free access. He grabbed the long legs that were spread before and tossed them over his shoulders. He decided he would make his Slave pay for his treacherous thoughts by not allowing any further preparation, then leaned forward and plunged himself, full length, into the hot oiled passage. Qui-Gon howled at the burn, at the rough penetration, and at the all consuming pleasure of having his Master claim him for his own.

Obi-Wan's eyes rolled to the back of his head, never before had he felt so complete as in this moment with own Master submitted totally to him. The trust and passion he felt in the beautiful generous soul he had claimed, utterly slayed him. With trembling fingers, he undid the force collar around Qui-Gon's neck. It fell away with a snick and thumped onto the mattress beneath his body. Joined deep inside the body of this man he loved more than his own life, he dropped his shields and revealed all that his overwhelmed senses could impart.

Qui-Gon was humbled. Never had imagined the complete depth of his Padawan's devotion to him. He locked his legs around the neck of the man who was buried to the hilt in his body and urged him into motion. They rocked together, Obi-Wan pulled almost completely out only to slam home forcefully, over and over. The head of his cock caressed Qui-Gon's prostate with each rough penetration, causing a star-burst of pleasure to spike out through his ass, to his balls and his big hard sex.

"Love you...oh gah..." Obi-Wan rambled incoherently. "Sweet force...love you...love you..." He let out a strangled little cry and came, the muscles of Qui-Gon's anus clamped tight around him, his face buried against the warm hairy skin of strong legs. He bit the flesh and then soothed it with his tongue, urging the man speared on his body to quicken and release. Qui-Gon howled, as the pain from Obi-Wan's love bite mingled with the orgasm that gripped his body, his seed shooting out and bathing Obi-Wan's face with sticky, hot semen.

Slowly, they pulled apart, Qui-Gon's body wincing slightly as Obi-Wan's cock left his abused passage. The young man leaned down to kiss his away the hurt, eliciting a moan from Qui-Gon who pulled away from the skillful tongue that lapped delicately at the sore opening. He slid onto his knees onto the floor, taking his Padawan with him and claiming his mouth in a tender, loving kiss. They embraced, hands moving over each other's bodies with reverence, soothing the raw passion that loomed always close, ready to explode. Finally, when their hearts had returned to a normal rhythm, they rose and moved quietly back to the bed.

Obi-Wan rested his head against the strong chest of his Master, listening to the solid thumping of his heart, a contented smile curved across his lips. Qui-Gon held him close, happy and free from stress for the first time in months.

"Why?" He asked.

Obi-Wan twisted his head back to look up at the sky blue eyes. He grinned mischievously. "Did you know you brood way too much?"

With a growl his Master pulled him into the circle of his arms tighter. "I'll show you brooding, my young Padawan," he vowed with mock fierceness, then smiled in a way that made the slight form in his arms frown with sudden nervousness and anticipation. Something told Obi-Wan had started something here, something that would forever flavor their relationship in deliciously wicked ways.