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Category: angst

Warning: story is of a non-consensual nature

Rating: NC17

Summary: Inspired by mac's "Exploration" -- a missing scene of what Xanatos would have done with a helpless Obi-Wan (in this author's humble opinion)

That Hahuba certainly did the job, didn't it, Padawan? Turned you into a fuzzy little rubber doll. Just the way I like it. Now let's just get all these elegant but awkward clothes off you so that when your Master arrives he'll find his precious student looking very appealing in the Natural. Oh, to be a bug on the wall to see it. But I can't stay, of course. He'd eviscerate me.

Yes, you just stand there and don't try to get co-ordinated enough to help me. That would require thought and you don't need that right now. In fact, I prefer nice bodies without much brain attached. At least I don't have to worry with all those robes and sashes. Just a coat, a shirt and a pair of pants. Of course there's the boots. Always hated those boots. You need to meditate for an hour to calm down after taking them off ...

There now, that's better. We'll just slip these underthings off and -- oh yes, very nice. You keep yourself in good shape, Kenobi. Good musculature, flat stomach, well-set pair of legs. And that ass, very nice. You won't mind if I just stroke it, will you? Hmm, and has anyone been inside this warm crack I wonder? Probably not. Saving yourself for your right Jedi Master I imagine.

If I stand behind you like this and run my hands around your hips, you can imagine I'm Qui-Gon, though his hands are bigger than mine, as I recall. He could probably hold your cock in one hand easily. Whereas I ... need two. Oh yes, that could do some damage in the right place ...

Just relax. That's it, put your head back, close your eyes, think of Qui-Gon. Imagine it's his hand stroking you, his hand moving under to lift your balls and give them a little squeeze. That got your attention, didn't it? No, it's alright, you'll enjoy this. I don't really see why I can't be the first to have a taste of you. If Qui-Gon has been that slow, it's his own fault. He need never know. In fact, he might even appreciate it that I've warmed you up for him. Though I doubt it.

A little Force suggestion just might ease things for me, on top of the Hahuba. Let's see ... Obi-Wan ... yes, look at me with those big swamp-coloured eyes ... you'd like me to fuck you, wouldn't you? I'm Qui-Gon, your Master and I want to screw you, yes, it's Qui-Gon ...

Ah, that worked better than I'd hoped. Your cock is already dancing in my hand in anticipation and you're licking those tasty lips. Would you like to suck me off, Obi-Wan? Yes, Qui-Gon wants you too, he does. Let me ... just undo these pants and get my dick out for you. Now, you just drop down on to your knees and open your mouth for Qui-Gon like a good boy ... oh yes, it fits very well in there. Gently, just gently suck on it. Hmm, I'll hold your head steady and -- just -- do this -- push in against the back of your throat. Again, yes.

You're a natural, boy, a natural. See, you've made me hard already. Wish I could ... just..put it ..a little further down your throat. Slow, don't want you to choke. Relax the muscles, use that Jedi training. Good. Very good. Use your tongue. Oh, like that, yes. I'll just stand here. And feel that tongue.

All right. All right. Must stop now or I'll come. Get up now. There's no bed here but we can make do with the sofa. Just bend you over the arm, take your weight on your shoulders. That's fine. Ass up and ready for me. This is going to feel so good. Let me stroke that lovely round pair of cheeks, rub my finger down that crack. You're tight in there, of course, a nice puckered ring of muscle. No gel, have to do with spit. No, hold still, you'll like this. Push one finger inside, move it around. A little further in and up and -- yes, that made you twitch, didn't it, Padawan? Touched the prostate, felt good, did it? You like your Master to touch you there, don't you? Now a second finger, stretch you a bit further. Relax, just relax and enjoy. Here, I'll rub your back, that feels good, doesn't it?

I think you're about as stretched as you're going to be. I've dropped off a little, just give myself a quick stroke, a bit of spit on my dick, slip myself back and there, I'm ready to go.

Take hold of your hips, edge forward, not too fast. Oh gods, you're tight and hot. Feels so good. No, hold still. Yes, I know it hurts. Good pain, Padawan, it's good pain. Yes, whine for me while I mount you like a dog mounting a bitch. Holding your hips, can't wait anymore. Thrusting in hard and you cry out, struggle against my hands and I push in deeper and touch you. Touch you just right, nudge that spot and the whine turns to a groan.

That's it, clamp down on me with those strong muscles. So tight. Pushing back against me, that ass rising as I move side to side to get it in a bit deeper. In up to the balls, oh, fuck, it feels so good. Work your ass for me, Kenobi, I can see you're starting to get off with it, grunting and wiggling, not a little virgin anymore, are you. Swivelling your ass under me like some cheap backpassage whore begging for it.

Would love to stay in here all day but Qui-Gon's coming. That's funny, he's coming, I'm coming. So are you, but the sound of all that moaning, with me squeezing your cock hard in my hand. You shoot your load onto the sofa and I slam in deeper. Hard and fast, rock in and out, and I haven't come in week so I have a full load ready to launch ...

Gods, yes. So good.

Yes, ahh, Force, take it! Take it all, fill you up, give it all to you. Almost ... almost done ...

Yes. Yes.

That was fine. Just let me rest a moment. The old knees are a bit shaky. Have to go, he's almost here. Pull back, hear you grunt as my cock slips out of your rectum trailing pink sperm. Well, I'm hung and you're fresh, so it's not unexpected. I give that lovely ass a last pat and settle you down in the couch. A last kiss on that bruised, perplexed face, a last touch of the Force to make your memories confused and dreamy and I'm pulling myself together and leaving.

I wish I could stay and tell him, I really wish I could. Beat you to it, Jinn.