Playing With Fire

by Franzi (Sentinelfan@web.de) and Tem-ve H'syan (tem-ve@gmx.de)

Warnings: strong BDSM

Category: Q/O, bdsm, PWP, Fetish/Kink

Rating: NC-17

Archive: MA and our own sites

Summary: Obi owies - the nice kind.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Notes: Franzi: Thanks to Tem-ve for writing this with me and for the beta, it was a lot of fun. And it all started out so innocently. Sorta.

Tem-ve: I never thought this would happen, with me and the girl from Clapham.... ooops, wrong song. This started out as an SMS on my mobile, just to test the number (feel free to imagine what an innocent recipient would have thought...), and quickly grew into a ping-pong co-write. As it says on the box, pure mindless smut, and quite prodigious use of toys!

Obi-Wan was struggling in his chains as he saw what Qui-Gon was getting out of his bag... it was a pair of nipple clamps which were connected by a thin silver chain. Another second chain went down from the centre of the first one. It was longer and could be connected to a cockring. He shivered with anticipation as his Master slowly stepped closer to him.

The gasp hitched in Obi-Wan's throat as the fine silver teeth bit into his nipples. That split second of anticipation was the most delicious moment of them all... watching sharp metal caressing taut flesh, just before the sensation hit his nervous system, a bright bloom of spreading pain, quickly followed by another until his chest felt like it was criss-crossed with lines of snaking blue fire. If his Master wasn't hurrying he wouldn't stand a chance of getting the cockring on, so hard was he.

The gentle touch of his Master's hands on his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge. He arched back, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened. He couldn't stand this any longer. If Qui-Gon wasn't done with the cockring anytime soon it would be too late. The renewed fire in his chest brought him back to reality. Qui-Gon was tugging on the chain of the clamps to attach it to the cockring, sending new waves of pleasure/pain through him, his whole chest felt like it was on fire and his tortured nipples were the centre of his world.

"This is going to be interesting", he heard his Master say. And as he looked up he saw what else Qui-Gon brought for tonight. A rather huge butt plug.

Oh Force. Now, in his sane mind he would have abhorred the sight of the thing, menacing and black and slightly thicker at its biggest circumference than even Qui-Gon's massive cock. As it was, it was marvellous, and he felt his anus throb at the thought of being filled with this thick solid thing, of being stuffed, taken, used. Oh, the sight of Qui-Gon's large fingers, pale and glistening against the solid black rubber, smoothing lubricant over it with slow sure strokes, well aware that the sight of the glistening stuff and the slick little sounds would drive his helplessly chained Padawan to new heights of sheer screaming need... slowly, inexorably, the slick plug came closer to Obi-Wan's expectant opening, closer... the first touch of the cool wet tip against Obi-Wan's hot anus made him twitch and shudder, chains holding him down, clamps shooting fresh arcs of fire through his nipples as he strove to impale himself on the plug.

"M...master... in me..."

Qui-Gon purred a low laugh, eyes dancing with mirth at the sight of his squirming lover. Oh yes, he would enjoy this... slowly, ever more slowly, he pushed the plug against Obi-Wan's opening, stretching it tortuously slowly, while Obi-Wan, taut as a bowstring, tried his best to push back, to suck that fat plug inside him where he wanted it so much... then, with a feral grin, Qui-Gon shoved the plug the rest of the way in with one hard stroke, and Obi-Wan's head fell back on to the mattress, a hoarse scream of unbearable pleasure laced with pain erupting from his throat.

"Sssssh, Padawan... sssssh."

"C...can't." Obi-Wan said, his voice barely a whisper.

"You can't be quiet?"

Obi-Wan shook his head.

"Well in that case, Padawan, I have to silence you."

Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon was getting an inflatable ball gag and a matching blindfold out of the bag. His stomach flipped as he imagined the feel of the smooth, black leather covering his eyes and cutting in the edges of his mouth, the taste of the gag fully inflated inside his mouth. Not being able to say or see anything, while his Master was slowly driving him insane. Yes, he wanted it so badly.

Slowly, Qui-Gon approached him, smiling evilly, his eyes filled with passion and lust for his helpless Padawan. Obi-Wan moaned as Qui-Gon was covering his eyes with the blindfold, taking away his sight. He could feel the warm breath of his Master on his skin, feel the stubble of the beard tickling against his cheeks, the wet tip of Qui-Gon's tongue on his lips. With another moan he parted his lips, inviting his Master's tongue into his mouth. But instead of the familiar taste he sensed the plastic taste of the ball gag as it was pushed inside. The leather straps were tight against his cheeks as Qui-Gon slowly fastened them, making sure that they were tight enough. Then the ball gag was inflated and Obi-Wan slightly started to panic as the breath was taken away from him, before he remembered to breathe through his nose. Then his Master's hands were gone. He couldn't feel him anymore. Surely, he had stepped back to watch his Obi-Wan.

"You have no idea how you look now, Obi-Wan. And still, it's not over yet. I have another surprise for you."

His cock twitched as Obi-Wan was wondering what else Qui-Gon brought for tonight. All he could sense was a familiar smell of burned wax. Candles.

The first drop hit him like a drop of rain out of the blue, heavy and cool and falling softly on his skin with a light 'plop', a tiny splashblossom of a colour he could only imagine. Then, nothing. Surely this could not be it? Not this tiny little mark, Master... he whimpered quietly against the gag, hoping to attract more drops, more of this beautiful sensual torture... listening for his Master's breath. Then, the cloud burst.

Drops scattered all over his chest and throat, covering his sensitive skin with pinpricks of pain as the candles dipped lower and the wax fell hotter, small dancing touches of agony falling at random, hardening into spots of slow stinging heat. He acutely felt a rivulet of wax running down his left collarbone to the hollow of his throat, sealing the creamy skin with hot liquid colour, red like the tide behind his eyes, or blue like the admiring gaze of Qui-Gon's, who knew. Who wanted to know when there was this wild random tide of sensation to drown in... when a thick splash of thin hot wax ran down the side of his chest into his armpit, he screamed with the heat, the heat on his skin and the heat in his impossibly engorged cock, and screamed at the urgent muffled moan his scream was becoming, tearing at his restraints, bucking wildly, craving more, more heat, more pain, more touches, more pleasure, just more.

And more he got. Drops fell like rain now, dancing over his thighs and hips, heavy and cool, stinging and hot, dry and fleeting - no, fingertips, Qui-Gon's fingertips. Qui-Gon's nails, raking up the insides of his thighs, leaving him moaning, Qui-Gon's nails flipping up the hardened splashes of wax on his throat, exposing pinked skin to the air. Qui-Gon's... oh, Force. Qui-Gon's tongue, just the tip, cool, hard, wet and insistent, sheer heaven on his swollen abused skin, and more, fingertips, wax, tongue, here, there, and everywhere until Obi-Wan could no longer tell which was which in a maelstrom of sensations that threatened to pull him under and take his breath away as his moans and grunts trickled thickly, hotly past the tight gag, screaming for more, for release -

"Was there something you wanted, Obi-Wan?"

His grunts became louder as he tried to answer.

"What? I can't hear you."

More wax dropping on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, almost too hot to bear, long fingers caressing his cock, a tongue licking his belly, dipping into his navel. His Master's fingers moved upwards, tugging the chains, causing pain, pleasure everywhere. Oh Force... wax dropping into his navel, he arched back as far as he could, the pain in his nipples becoming stronger. It felt so good, his screams muffled by the gag. Another fire started, on the tip of his cock. More hot wax, dropping on his cock, balls, thighs, everywhere. The wax being peeled off again from his hairless cock and balls, exposing more abused red skin. His Master's tongue licking his cock, slowly... too slowly, he moaned and bucked up, begging Qui-Gon for the release he needed so badly. Qui-Gon's hands cupping his balls, squeezing them tight, while taking Obi-Wan's cock into his mouth at the same time. One, two thrusts - that was all he needed. He felt the orgasm coming, building up deep inside him. He arched back, not noticing the searing pain in his already abused nipples... and came, shooting his semen into his Master's mouth, screaming as the release felt so damn good. He sagged back on the mattress, his body shivering with relief and need. Need to feel Qui-Gon inside him, filling him, better than any butt plug in the universe.

It wasn't over yet.

It had... spread. The raging fire in his restrained cock had dissipated through his whole body, zinging around his skin from within, causing him to twitch and wriggle randomly, head unable to control his body's delicious contortions, too busy keeping up with the random flashes of sweet pain that resulted from them - the sticky tug of a dollop of wax coming loose from his clamped nipple, the tight constriction of the ring encircling his cock and keeping it from softening, the inexorable harshness of the gag cutting into the corners of his mouth, filling him up so completely that breath was in short supply right now -

The bright sucking sensation as he felt the plug being wrenched from his body, leaving gaping emptiness behind, the sob that hitched in his throat as he tried to scream, to beg to be taken, and failed because he had no breath to, sputtering and coughing into the taut leather covering his face... he felt his head lifted up, the back of his neck cradled in one of his Master's warm dry hands while the other hurried to undo the buckles, then ripped the gag from his mouth, leaving him empty and dry and heaving in great gulps of air. Something was running down the side of his face... not wax. Tears. Tears of pure need.

"Master... Qui... ggh..." Words failed him as a gentle tongue lapped at his tears, softly, sweetly, causing more to flow, and then the knot in his throat sprang open and flowed form his mouth in great howling cries of anguished need, thick sobs of pure animal desire... and through his tears he saw his Master turning his back on him, thoughtfully trailing a fingertip down his chest as he made his way back to the foot of the bed... When Qui-Gon turned around, Obi-Wan was silent again, voice failing at the sight of such perfection.

Here was Qui-Gon Jinn, towering over him, hair loose and messy, tunics awry, face glowing with proud fierce love and desire, and a thick hot erection jutting out from the crumpled linens of his clothes. Obi-Wan had hardly heard his own whimper... but Qui-Gon had, grasping his lover's thighs with his huge hands and slamming into him with a feral roar, quenching fire with fire, taking his breath away again in a shower of little blue lights... and green...

Blue, green lights dancing, like the colours of their lightsabers, duelling in yet another training session. Blue like the colour of Qui-Gon's eyes. Eyes that were now dark blue with passion, locking with Obi-Wan's own blue-green watery eyes. Tears of joy, pleasure were still freely running down his face as Qui-Gon continued to thrust in and out of him, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust, sending new waves of pleasure along his spine, intensifying his senses. He was too aware of the sweet torture Qui-Gon inflicted on him. A drop of blood trickling down from his tortured nipples as he arched back to meet his Master's huge cock, leaving a warm, tingling trail on his chest. Qui-Gon's tongue licking the blood and tears from his body while he fucked him, used him like no one had done before. He couldn't hear the anguished screams that were ripped from his throat every time Qui-Gon entered him, causing incredible pleasure.

Obi-Wan was close and so was his Master. He could feel Qui-Gon's cock swelling even more inside him, he could see it in his eyes, dark, almost black... and in that second his own cock was released, the cockring being taken off in one quick motion, offering the release he couldn't hold back any longer. A primal scream filled the room, echoing from the walls, increasing as Qui-Gon joined him. Hot semen filling him inside. Hot semen all over his and Qui-Gon's body, mixing with blood and tears, trickling down his sides, across his belly, leaking from his entrance as Qui-Gon pulled out, leaving him empty, whimpering.

"Maa... Master...," breath coming in harsh exhausted gasps, "Ooooh... Master, you... you... are... mmmmph-" Obi-Wan's oxygen supply was once more severely endangered as Qui-Gon kissed him soundly, tongue invading his mouth like home territory, possessive, hard, good. "And you," the low voice rumbled, soaked with lust even after what had seemed like a blissful eternity of pumping Obi-Wan's squirming body full of it, "Padawan... you are a sticky, come-stained mess."

Damn the man's self-control! To be able to say such a thing in the afterglow of the most incredible, mot violent sex he could ever remember having... took a Jedi Master's... serenity to... As Qui-Gon's hungry wet tongue proceeded to clean the salty trails from his face, the bead of fresh blood from his abused nipple, and finally the cooling splashes of come from his belly, Obi-Wan hazily decided he could easily wait a long time to attain a Master's serenity himself.

THE END