Jedi Sash

by Haleth Haladin

Title: Jedi Sash
Author: Haleth Haladin
Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars, Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: NC-17 kink
Disclaimer: Please, I beg of you, never let George Lucas know I did this. I live in terror of a horde of ill-behaved storm troopers showing up on my doorstep demanding that honour be satisfied.
Summary: Continues after Jedi Choice, part of the same series as Jedi Boots, Padawan Braid, Jedi Utility Belt, and Jedi Robes.

The master tightens the knot and tugs once to prove its effectiveness. "That, my padawan, is how to tie your sash to hide an unfortunate occurrence."

"Yes, master," the padawan says, and hangs his head. "My apologies, Master."

"No need to apologize," the master says. "You are young, and such things are to be expected. You must learn to control your erections, though. You cannot walk through the halls of the Jedi temple with that sticking out. The double panel of the sash will help to push it down and conceal it."

"Yes, Master."

They walk, a little slower than usual, from he training rooms, past the library, through the gardens, to their living quarters.

The master shuts the door behind them and clicks his tongue. "Resentment does not become you, Padawan."

"I am not resentful!" the padawan exclaims.

"It is rolling off you in much the same way your sexual desire is being radiated. Far. Too. Obviously."

The padawan opens his mouth, then snaps it shut.

"Speak honestly," the master orders.

"Well, it's just that it's hardly my fault that I got an erection in the shower, Master."

"It is a public shower, Obi-Wan. You should know better."

"You were touching me!"

"I was helping you wash."

"You had your hands all over me!"

I was checking for injuries. Masters often do that."

"With two fingers up my bottom?"

"I was checking for injuries from last night," the master clarifies.

"You didn't fuck me last night."

"How very observant of you. No, I did not. I made you swallow my come last night, while you jerked off. I was checking to see that your asshole didn't get too lonely."

"In the public shower."

"You must learn to cope with such things."

"Yes, Master."

"And how is the sash working?"

"Still hidden, Master, but still hard." The padawan sighs.

"Really, Obi-Wan, it is time you learned to control your urges. I will not always be here to master them for you. Strip and meditate until you go soft."

The padawan strips and kneels, knowing he will be there all night if he cannot force the erection away. He manages the feat, after indulging in some unsavoury mental imaging of various unclothed council members. Together.

"Much better," the master says. He kneels behind his padawan and ties the sash around his waist again, so only a single layer drapes over soft genitals. "Now you will practice. The sash will lift if you become erect again. Stay soft, or I will see it. Spread your legs a bit more. Good Padawan. Do not let that sash move."

Obi-Wan looks down and the sash and the faint bulge beneath it. Stay soft, he tells himself.

The master slides a fingertip down between his padawan's ass cheeks.

Obi-Wan gasps, but the sash does not move.

The master slides a finger along his padawan's perineum, caressing it firmly.

Obi-wan grits his teeth.

The master slides a slicked finger up inside his padawan.

"Master!"

"Hush."

"You did not say I had to be quiet."

"My mistake. "A second finder slides inside. "But you are correct. Train one skill at a time. Concentrate on staying soft."

The master must crouch down to turn his fingers just so and caress the little bulge within. He keeps one eye on the handing sash, the other on clenching ass muscles.

"Is this fair?" the padawan asks in a strained voice.

"No, it is not. Fair is for judging disputes. Fair is for children's games. This is different."

"Master, please... I can't..."

The sash twitches violently.

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan sobs, and his asshole tightens around his master's fingers as he says it.

The master pulls his padawan down to the floor without removing his fingers. The sash falls away to reveal an erection as healthy as the one he observed in the public shower. He also sees the distress on his padawan's face.

"Obi-Wan, you lasted far longer than I expected you to."

"Really, Master? Ahhhh!"

The master lovingly strokes the insides of his padawan. "Everyone has limits."

Obi-Wan nods tersely.

"Now we know that you cannot withstand two fingers in your asshole without getting an erection. Isn't that useful?"

The padawan moans helplessly.

"So now I will discover something else."

"Wh-wh-what's that, Master?"

"Can my padawan achieve orgasm simply from being stroked on the inside?"

He can.

There is always something new to learn.

End