WARNING: This story gets a little rough. No non-con sex but
definite B/D and humiliation, with a little S/M thrown in. If
rough sex squicks you, just hit the delete key now.
Summary: It's the morning after and someone has a punishment
coming.
Obi-Wan awoke with a groan. His entire body ached. His nipples
were still swollen from the previous night's abuse and his
penis was sore to the touch. The rubber plug shoved deep inside
his body did not help either.
"Rise and shine, little whore," came his master's voice from
behind him. "I've been waiting for you."
"Master..." Obi-Wan began as he turned to look at his lover.
"I want you to ride me, little whore," Qui-Gon said as he
reached out to lightly pinch one of the other man's sore
nipples.
"I don't think I can," Obi-Wan said as he jerked back in pain.
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed at his lover's willful disobedience. It
was clear to see, however, the pain the man was in.
"Are you sure you wish to disobey me in this, little whore?" he
asked carefully. "I will allow it, but you will be punished for
it later. And you will NOT like the punishment."
"I am sure, my Master," Obi-Wan said, then hastened to add.
"It's not that I want to disobey you, Master. I just don't
think I can. Not without getting hurt."
"Very well," Qui-Gon said. "Lay here quietly while I prepare a
hot bath for you. We'll see how you feel after that. If you are
still in pain, I will take you to the Healers."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied unhappily. He hated
disappointing his master.
A short while later, Qui-Gon returned and informed him his bath
was ready. Obi-Wan started to rise, but his master pushed him
back down onto the bed. Rolling the young man on his side, he
pulled the plug from his body as carefully as he could.
Obi-Wan's hiss of pain did not go unnoticed.
Once the plug was out, Qui-Gon lifted his lover into his arms
and carried him to the fresher. Obi-Wan started to object but
one look at his master's face silenced him. Qui-Gon was angry.
Very, very angry. Obi-Wan swallowed as he wondered just how
much trouble he was in for his disobedience.
Qui-Gon lowered him into the tub of steaming water slowly. He
did not want to scald already tender flesh. Obi-Wan only sighed
as the fragrant water soothed away the worst of his external
aches. The internal ones would have to wait. He started when he
felt Qui-Gon begin to tenderly wash his body.
"Do you know why you will be punished, little one?" Qui-Gon
asked, his voice low and soft in the small room.
"For disobeying you, my Master," Obi-Wan replied, not really
understanding the question.
"But for what disobedience?" Qui-Gon prompted. It was important
that his lover understand.
"For not allowing you to take me this morning," Obi-Wan
answered.
"No, little one," he replied somewhat sadly. "I would never
punish you for telling me no, Obi-Wan. If I did, I would be
nothing more than your rapist."
"Master..."
"You did not disobey me by telling me you were too injured for
sex," Qui-Gon continued. "You disobeyed me by becoming that
injured in the first place."
Qui-Gon was gently soaping his hand and arm and it felt
wonderful. Obi-Wan could not remember the last time he had felt
so much joy over a simple bath. It seemed odd to be having this
conversation now. It made his heart ache to know he had upset
his lover. It felt wrong for his body to feel enjoyment.
"You told me you were able to continue," Qui-Gon went on. "Now
I find that you are injured. I do not like causing you more
pain than I intended. It hurts me."
"I am sorry, my Master," Obi-Wan said quickly. "I really
thought I could. I did not hurt this much last night."
"Then perhaps we are both at fault," Qui-Gon amended. "And for
that, we shall both be punished, though your punishment will be
less than I had planned."
"Master?" Obi-Wan asked. He did not like the thought of Qui-Gon
punishing himself. Not at all.
"My punishment shall be denying myself your body for the
remainder of the day," he said. "Yours is that as well. In
addition to your pain, that is. Be glad I do not make you watch
as I pleasure myself with Mace in your stead."
"No!" Obi-Wan spat out before he could stop himself.
"What did you say?" Qui-Gon asked, his hands stilling. Obi-Wan
openly glared at him and Qui-Gon felt his hackles rise.
"You forget yourself, little whore," he said softly. "Perhaps
you need that lesson after all."
"No, please," Obi-Wan whispered. The thought of being forced to
watch his master being pleasured by another sent sharp bolts of
pain through his middle.
"You will watch while I take my pleasure with him," Qui-Gon
said decisively, knowing suddenly that this was the right thing
to do. "He has a punishment coming for his defiance. And now so
do you."
"No, Master," Obi-Wan argued stubbornly, desperate to change
his lover's mind. "You can't."
"I can't?" Qui-Gon repeated. Oh, his lover needed a lesson
very, very badly. "Perhaps I will even let him take me. Would
you like that, little whore? Would you like to watch me, hear
me, as he fucks me in front of you?"
"No..."
In the end, Obi-Wan had no choice. He knew he had erred in
telling Qui-Gon no. But the thought of HIS lover touching
another man made him feel hollow. He hoped Qui-Gon was bluffing
about letting Master Windu take him. He truly did not know how
he would stand it if he was forced to watch his lover being
fucked by the other man. Something Qui-Gon had only allowed him
to do once.
Once the bath was finished Qui-Gon commed Mace to come to his
quarters. While they waited, he had Obi-Wan bring the chair
from his room into the common area. Qui-Gon positioned the
chair back out of the way but so that its occupant would have
an unobstructed view. He then had a naked Obi-Wan sit down as
he went to gather what he needed.
He returned with bindings, a Force collar, and a penis gag.
Without a word, he knelt down and began to tie his lover to the
chair. Obi-Wan remained silent as well and had to stifle a sob
as the Force inhibitor was fastened.
"May I speak, my Master?" Obi-Wan said, breaking the silence.
Qui-Gon was preparing to put the gag in his mouth. If he wanted
to say anything it would have to be now.
"Speak," Qui-Gon commanded.
"I love you," the young man said softly. The tears that
glistened in his eyes almost unnerved the Jedi master.
"I love you, as well," Qui-Gon responded, his voice rough with
emotion. "Now open up, little one."
"Master, please, do not let him hurt you," Obi-Wan begged in a
rush as Qui-Gon brought the gag up to his face and placed it
inside his mouth.
"If it eases you, my precious one, know I will not allow him to
harm me," Qui-Gon said, granting his lover the small
reassurance. He could have easily denied him, but the shining
gratitude in Obi-Wan's eyes told him he made the right choice.
Their moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Qui-Gon
rose slowly to his feet and let their visitor in. Mace Windu
walked into the room and smiled at the two men. He knew why he
was there but was surprised to find Obi-Wan trussed up so. He
shot an inquiring look at Qui-Gon and the Jedi explained.
"He was defiant," Qui-Gon said simply. "He will learn the
cost."
"What did you have in mind for him?" Mace asked, hoping he
might get to help "discipline" the beautiful young man. He was
more right than he realized.
"He has to watch while I put you through your paces," Qui-Gon
replied with a smirk. He could read Mace quite well and knew
what his old friend was hoping.
"My paces?" Mace repeated, wondering if he could get to the
door before Qui-Gon was on him.
"Oh yes, old friend," Qui-Gon said. "You took liberties you had
no right to. And you hurt him. You made my lover bleed. For
that, you will be punished. His punishment is having to watch
while I take my pleasure in another."
"You plan to have him watch while you TAKE me?" Mace asked in
disbelief.
"Actually, I planned to have him watch while I make you scream,
while I make you beg for more, and maybe even while I make you
grovel just to feel my piss on your face. THEN I plan to make
him watch while I take you."
"No," Mace said as he took a step backward. It was too much.
Qui-Gon wanted too much. And yet a part of him yearned for it.
No one had ever made him feel the way Qui-Gon could. He doubted
if anyone ever would.
"It's your choice," Qui-Gon said with ease. "The door's right
behind you. I won't try to stop you. But if you walk out that
door, don't ever try to walk back in it. Not like this."
"Qui-Gon..." the Jedi master began, his pride and his desire
warring fiercely within him.
"Make your choice."
Mace hesitated. He took another look at Obi-Wan, bound and
gagged willingly by his own master. Then he looked at Qui-Gon.
Those blue eyes bore into his and he knew he was lost.
"Yes, Master," Mace said as he walked forward and knelt at
Qui-Gon's feet.
"Wise choice, my pet," Qui-Gon purred. "Now strip for me."
"Yes, Master," Mace replied. He rose to his feet gracefully and
began to disrobe.
Qui-Gon's rapt gaze followed Mace's every move as he undressed.
Knowing that the more he pleased Qui-Gon now the less he would
suffer later, Mace made a good show of it. He made sure to stay
where both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan could see him clearly. But when
he saw tears running down the younger man's face, he stopped. A
quick look between the two masters and Qui-Gon was kneeling at
Obi-Wan's side gently removing the gag.
"Please," Obi-Wan begged as soon as his mouth was freed.
"Please, don't replace me. I'll do anything you want. I swear I
will. I know I disobeyed you. I won't do it again. Please..."
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon exclaimed, dismayed at the pain he had
inadvertently caused. "No one could ever replace you, little
one. No one."
"Not even Master Windu? I know you and he used to be lovers,"
Obi-Wan said through his tears. His pride had long since fled.
"I would not even begin to try," Mace said softly as he knelt
by the young man's other side.
"I am sorry, my love," Qui-Gon said as he wiped away the tears
that had fallen. "I had no intention of causing you this level
of distress."
"My fault, Master," Obi-Wan replied meekly. He was ashamed of
his fears and of not being able to endure his master's lesson.
"No, Obi-Wan, the fault is mine," Qui-Gon said. "For if I had
made you more sure of your place in my life, this would not
have happened."
"I'm sorry I doubted you, Master."
"Hush now, little one," Qui-Gon soothed. He decided then to
leave the discussion for now. Later they would talk of
Obi-Wan's insecurities and what could be done for them.
"I think I should leave," Mace said softly.
"No!" Obi-Wan cried out before the man could rise. He would
prove to Qui-Gon that he could do this. "Our master was not
finished."
"Obi-Wan? Are you sure?" Qui-Gon asked. He would not continue
this at Obi-Wan's expense. He simply could not.
"Yes, my Master," the young man answered as sincerely as he
could. Both masters could tell he was still worried but he was
doing his best to deal with it and accept his master's words.
"If I feel it's too much, little one, I will stop things,"
Qui-Gon told him as he picked up the gag and settled it back
into his lover's waiting mouth.
Both masters returned to their original positions. Mace began
to strip once more, Qui-Gon's eyes following his every move.
But while Mace commanded the majority of his attention, a small
part of the master monitored his padawan. He would not let
Obi-Wan suffer like that again. A punishment was one thing but
to torture was quite another.
At last Mace was gloriously naked. His manhood stood out stiff
and proud and he felt his face grow hot in embarrassment. He
flushed even more when Qui-Gon laughed. He knew better than to
shield during one of these sessions and the other man had
easily picked up on his wayward emotions.
"See how eager my pet is, little one?" Qui-Gon mused as he
turned Mace toward Obi-Wan. "He can not wait for me to play
with him. Perhaps later you may play with him as well. Would
you like that, little one?"
Qui-Gon looked his young lover in the eye then and saw desire
flash in their green depths. He smiled at the thought of
watching his two playthings taking turns at one another. The
thought of Obi-Wan kneeling behind Mace and thrusting into his
ass made his cock ache. He could hardly imagine how the reality
would affect him.
Mace stood in shocked silence at Qui-Gon's words. He planned to
let the BOY take him? He thought of saying no, but knew better.
He had already been given the opportunity to leave. By staying,
he had agreed to submit to whatever punishment Qui-Gon meted
out. And while the thought of taking Obi-Wan was quite erotic,
the thought of the much younger man taking him was humiliating.
Qui-Gon watched as comprehension as well as a veritable feast
of emotions played across Mace's face. He knew how the other
master would feel about being fucked by a padawan learner. It
was a dose of humility the man was long overdue for.
An evil thought occurred to Qui-Gon as he watched Mace and
Obi-Wan react to his words. Even though Obi-Wan was being
punished himself, there was no reason he could not assist in
Mace's. With a gleam in his eye, Qui-Gon sent a mental picture
to Obi-Wan of what he intended to do. The wave of lust he
picked up from the man was all the answer he needed. Locking
eyes with the naked Council member, Qui-Gon spoke.
"Suck him," he commanded. "And be gentle about it, he's still
sore."
Mace's body had long ago been conditioned to obey Qui-Gon in
times like these. It easily took over for him now, not letting
him balk at the command. He dropped to his knees with as much
dignity as he could and obeyed.
The young man's shaft was beginning to stir and he took it into
his mouth as carefully as possible. His unhappiness with
Qui-Gon's order aside, he had no wish to cause the boy pain.
With painstaking care, he laved the organ with his tongue. He
felt it grow thick and heavy in his mouth and soon began a soft
back and forth motion.
Obi-Wan moaned as the mouth on his cock started to move. The
pressure was almost nonexistent, just a sensation of soft, wet
warmth sliding over his flesh. He bucked up as much as his
restraints would allow and Mace rode him easily.
Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan's orgasm drawing near and tapped Mace on
the shoulder. With a last caress of tongue, he pulled his mouth
away. Obi-Wan groaned in frustration and cast pleading eyes at
his lover. Qui-Gon only laughed and directed Mace to stand as
he used the Force to pull the gag from Obi-Wan's mouth.
"Suck him," Qui-Gon commanded before Obi-Wan could speak.
Obi-Wan wasted no time. He strained forward and opened his
mouth, taking the man's shaft deep inside. Obi-Wan repaid every
gentle caress of lips and tongue Mace had bestowed upon him
with ones of his own. He used every trick he knew to bring the
other man pleasure, taking him all the way into his throat time
and again.
Mace cried out as his cock was encased in molten velvet. He had
to clasp his hands behind his back to keep from grabbing that
beautiful head and just fucking. The boy was sucking for all he
was worth. Mace knew professionals who did not give head as
good as this padawan. He felt his orgasm approaching swiftly
and wondered if Qui-Gon was going to stop it.
His question was answered when the first spurt of his cum shot
into Obi-Wan's mouth. Qui-Gon jerked him backward quickly and
grabbed his emptying cock. He aimed it at Obi-Wan's startled
face and watched as pulse after pulse of cum covered it. In a
matter of moments, it was over. Mace reached out a hand to
steady himself, both from his intense orgasm and the sight of
Obi-Wan's beautiful face covered in his semen.
"Clean him," Qui-Gon whispered as he stared at the wanton mess
that was his padawan.
On shaking legs, Mace moved to comply. Standing close, he bent
down and began to lick his semen from the young man's face.
When there was only a small amount left, Qui-Gon pulled him
back again. Retrieving the gag, he rubbed the remaining cum
onto it and thrust it back inside Obi-Wan's mouth. Now the
taste of Mace Windu's cum would remain as long as the gag did.
Mace watched as the cum-covered gag disappeared back into
Obi-Wan's mouth. The knowledge that it was his cum that covered
it made his spent penis twitch. Turning his attention back to
Qui-Gon he noticed the man's rather aroused state and realized
he had yet to come. By the look in those soft blue eyes, that
was about to change.
"Bend over the table and brace yourself with your arms,"
Qui-Gon instructed as he began to disrobe. He watched Obi-Wan's
eyes narrow as he took in what was about to happen. A quick
check along their bond showed both anguish and remorse but also
a grim determination to see this through.
No words were said as Qui-Gon moved behind Mace. He turned the
other man slightly to the side, to give Obi-Wan a better view
of their joining. He wanted his lover to see him taking the
other man. Needed him to see it for reasons he did not care to
think about right now. There would be time later to meditate on
that.
"You know, getting fucked by you is not exactly a punishment,
Qui," Mace whispered as he felt the head of Qui-Gon's cock at
the entrance to his body.
"Your punishment is yet to come, my friend," Qui-Gon whispered
back. "This is Obi-Wan's."
With no more warning than that, Qui-Gon thrust forward, burying
himself in the other man's body. Mace cried out at the sudden
painful penetration and tried to lunge forward. Qui-Gon's hands
held him tightly, preventing his escape as the Jedi master
began to move back and forth.
After a few moments, the tight passage began to loosen and the
unbearable pain began to lessen. Qui-Gon could feel Mace's
struggle not to escape, not to use the Force to end the brutal
taking. He had not put a Force inhibitor on the man for this
very reason. Mace had to choose to submit.
All too soon, it was over. The tight, hot passage combined with
the erotic show from earlier was more than Qui-Gon could take.
With a strangled cry, he came, pumping his seed deep inside the
other man's body. When he was finished, he left his penis
nestled where it was and used the Force to float Obi-Wan, chair
and all, over to them.
"Don't move," he instructed Mace as he pulled his cock out,
wincing slightly at the blood that decorated it. Reaching
behind Obi-Wan's head, he released the gag and pulled it free.
Obi-Wan knew what his master wanted and leaned forward quickly
to lick Mace clean. Qui-Gon spent a moment watching his
padawan's tongue lap at Mace's abused hole before stepping
around in front of the man.
Mace grimaced when Qui-Gon held his limp cock to his face.
Steeling himself, he opened his mouth and began to clean the
semen and blood from it as gently as he could. As he licked the
residue of his taking off the other man, he remembered
Qui-Gon's words and wondered just what in all the hells his
punishment was going to be.
He did not have long to wait. As soon as Mace had finished with
his cock, Qui-Gon moved back to stand beside Obi-Wan. He
watched the younger man for a bit longer then pulled him back.
Leaning down, he kissed his lover deeply then turned away.
Settling himself down on the couch to watch, he gave his
instructions.
"Ride him," Qui-Gon said to Mace as he locked eyes with the
man.
"Qui-Gon," Mace began quickly as he stood up. "All I did was
kiss him. Surely that does not merit..."
"Did you stick your tongue in his mouth?" Qui-Gon interrupted
him.
"Yes, but..."
"Then you thrust a part of yourself into his body against his
will. Correct?" Qui-Gon interrupted again, not giving the man a
chance to speak.
Mace saw that he was trapped. Very neatly trapped. When put
that way, how could he argue? It was true, he did invade
Obi-Wan against his will. And he hurt him, too. Made him bleed.
Somehow Qui-Gon's punishment did not seem so outlandish
anymore.
"Yes, Sir," Mace replied meekly.
"Wait!" Obi-Wan cried out when Mace moved in front of him and
prepared to lower himself.
"You have something you wish to say, little whore?" Qui-Gon
asked, his voice edged with disapproval.
"He is hurt, my Master," Obi-Wan said quickly. "He was...
torn... during your taking. Please, Master, don't hurt him."
Both men stilled at the quiet plea, moved by the man's
compassion and concern. Mace did not know what to say. Surely
the boy realized if he defied Qui-Gon in this, he would be the
one punished. Yet he did so anyway, rather than see Mace hurt.
It was humbling to say the least.
"Are you well enough to continue?" Qui-Gon asked after a
moment. He was as surprised by Obi-Wan's outburst as Mace was.
"Yes, Sir," Mace replied. "It will be painful, but not
unbearably so. I have endured worse."
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon questioned.
"Please, Master, I beg you. Don't make me hurt him."
"Are you certain, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked. "You will likely
never get this chance again. Mace does not take kindly to be
taken by padawans."
"Not like this, Master," Obi-Wan said softly.
"Very well," Qui-Gon said before turning to Mace. "Mace why
don't you go run yourself a nice hot bath while I get Obi-Wan
untied."
"What of my punishment?" the Council member asked, uncertain of
what to do.
"I think there's been enough punishment for one day, don't
you?" Qui-Gon replied. "I didn't mean to hurt you that badly. I
didn't expect you to be that tight."
"My fault, Qui," Mace replied as he moved toward the fresher.
"I should have thought to tell you. It's been some time since I
was taken like that."
"Mistakes all around it seems," Qui-Gon said as he knelt down
beside Obi-Wan's chair and began to untie him. "Why don't you
go get that soak, Mace. I need to see to Obi for a bit."
"Yes, Sir," he replied with a grin before disappearing into the
fresher.
"Am I going to be punished?" Obi-Wan asked as Qui-Gon released
his bonds.
"For being the kind and compassionate man I fell in love with?
Never, my love. Never."
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