Touching Harder

by Franzi (Sentinelfan@web.de)

Rating: NC-17

Archive: Yes, on M_A and my website (http://www.sw.franzis-world.net); others, please ask

Category: Qui/Obi, Plot-What-Plot, BDSM, Fetish/Kink

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: strong bdsm. If this is not your cup of tea, don't read it. You've been warned.

Summary: A naked Padawan. A whip. Chains.

Authors notes: I wanna thank Aaboe and Karen for helping me with some aspects of the story, FalconKenobi for the inspiring chats and for listening, Sheltie, Lilith and Tem-Ve for the beta and a whole bunch of people for listening and making comments while this story was in the process of being written. The title was a suggestion of Tem-Ve :)

Obi-Wan gasped as Qui-Gon changed toys and the whip made contact with the skin of his back for the first time that night. The sound of the impact filled the private room of the club. He suppressed a scream as just a second later, the pain exploded in his back. The sensation of the whip was so much different from the belt Qui-Gon had just used on him. The belt stung; the whip was pure pain. He could feel the skin part where the whip touched him, feel the blood running down his back. He moaned as the pain mixed with pleasure.

The slight change in the air warned Obi-Wan before the next stroke. He arched back as Qui-Gon hit a spot right next to the other one. Twisting in his chains, he tried to avoid the whip before it hit once more. He felt the need for a short break, just long enough to catch his breath again. Qui-Gon seemed to sense what his Padawan needed, and stepped back to give him a chance to recover.

Obi-Wan could almost feel his Master's eyes on him, raking over his naked body. He was stretched, standing on tiptoes, feet barely touching the floor. His hands were tied together with chains, which went up to a hook in the ceiling. This left him vulnerable, helpless; open to whatever Qui-Gon had planned for him this night. He loved the feeling of helplessness, being completely at his Master's mercy. To let himself fall like this took absolute blind faith, and seeing faith on the Master's part. Yes, he trusted Qui-Gon with his life.

He didn't have much time to let his mind wander before Qui-Gon suddenly landed another stroke on his back. Obi-Wan groaned as the pain got more intense. He felt the sweat running down his back, mixing with the blood. His back was burning.

The next stroke caught him by complete surprise. Qui-Gon didn't aim for his back this time, but for his ass. Obi-Wan couldn't hold back any longer and screamed from the top of his lungs. When he ran out of air, he heard Qui-Gon stepping back and laying down the whip. His Master was satisfied for now.

"Let's get you cleaned up a bit, my young Padawan," he heard Qui-Gon saying.

He felt the chain around his wrists loosening as Qui-Gon used the Force to release him. Obi-Wan tried to stand on his own, but his legs gave and he dropped into his Master's arms. He winced slightly as Qui-Gon lifted him and carried him over to one of the tables standing in the other corner of the room.

A minute later, Obi-Wan was bent stomach-down over a table that was just as long as his upper body, his wrists and ankles chained to the legs of the table. In this position, Qui-Gon had full access to his cock and his ass and Obi-Wan couldn't see what he was doing. He shivered at the thought.

Obi-Wan could hear Qui-Gon walking to the cold unit - one of the specials of this room - and getting something from it. He didn't have to wonder long what it was.

"Oh Force!" he yelled out loud, as the first drop of cold water landed between his shoulder blades. The water wasn't icy yet, but it felt like cold fire on his hot skin. He tried to arch his back, but failed as the chains kept him from doing so. More drops landed randomly on his back, and he moaned, slowly getting used to the chill.

Just as it started to feel good, he screamed in surprise as suddenly an ice cube was placed on his back right there where the whip had hit for the first time. Qui-Gon was trailing his wounds with the cube, leaving icy paths on his still-hot skin. The ice cube melted at the touch with his skin, leaving a tingling sensation.

His sense of touch overloaded when Qui-Gon placed an ice cube inside his ass. He was completely out of it. His ass became the center of his world. He didn't hear himself screaming, didn't notice that he reached orgasm.

He didn't know how much time had passed until he was aware of his surroundings again. He opened his eyes and saw Qui-Gon kneeling next to him, looking into his face.

"Are you okay, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Yes, Master," he answered with a smile on his face. In fact, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. "Just please, don't stop."

"Don't worry, my Padawan, I won't."

Obi-Wan parted his lips as he saw Qui-Gon leaning forward and surrendered into the kiss. He loved the taste of his Master, loved to feel the rough surface of his tongue inside his own mouth. He tasted the sweet flavor of his own blood as Qui-Gon bit down on his lip, but he was beyond caring. Passion and need burned deep inside him. All he wanted was to feel his Master filling him.

Qui-Gon drew back from the kiss and walked around the table until he was behind him again. The anticipation of what was to come was enough for Obi-Wan to get hard again.

After what seemed like an eternity for him, he felt his Master's strong hands on him. Qui-Gon was massaging his ass, and it wasn't long before he felt two of his lubed fingers gently entering him. He gasped with pleasure as Qui-Gon moved his fingers like scissors inside him. He tried to lift his ass, begging for more.

"Easy, Padawan. You'll get what you want."

Qui-Gon withdrew his fingers, which left Obi-Wan moaning at the sudden emptiness. Just a second later, Obi-Wan could feel the tip of Qui-Gon's cock at his opening. Slowly, Qui-Gon began to enter him and he groaned in response. The feel of his Master's cock inside him brought him close to the edge again.

Qui-Gon bent down, his hands gripping Obi-Wan's shoulders. He paused there for what seemed to Obi-Wan like an almost painful period of time, his cock halfway buried in Obi-Wan's ass. Just as Obi-Wan thought he couldn't stand it any longer, Qui-Gon pulled out again, only to bury his whole length inside him with the next thrust. Obi-Wan could feel the pubic hair against his skin. He jerked as Qui-Gon changed the angle and stroked his prostate, sending a wave of pure pleasure through him.

"Ah, that feels so good, Padawan," he heard Qui-Gon saying.

Obi-Wan was panting heavily as Qui-Gon began to pound into him at a fast pace, hitting his prostate several times. Once more, his world was centered on his ass and cock. The swelling of Qui-Gon's cock told him that his Master was close.

"Come with me, Padawan," Qui-Gon groaned.

Obi-Wan reached out with the Force, uniting him with his Master's soul as well.

Qui-Gon was tugging on his Padawan braid as he pulled out all the way, just to thrust back in again. This was enough to drive Obi-Wan over the edge. He came, screaming Qui-Gon's name over and over, feeling his Master's hot semen filling him, feeling his pleasure through their connection in the Force.

The next thing Obi-Wan was aware of was his Master tending his wounds, rubbing a salve over his back and using the Force to heal them. He was no longer chained to the small table and found himself lying on one of the large tables. Qui-Gon had put his robe under Obi-Wan so he wouldn't get cold. He smiled and let go a happy sigh as Qui-Gon started to massage his shoulders and planted several kisses on his neck.

Obi-Wan stirred under Qui-Gon's touch and Qui-Gon paused, helping him to sit up. He leaned against Qui-Gon's chest and enjoyed the feeling of his Master's hands running through his hair and gently playing with his braid.

"I love you, Obi-Wan," Obi-Wan heard him saying as he cradled him in his arms.

"I love you too, Qui-Gon. Tonight was wonderful, thank you."

"Any time, Obi-Wan, any time."

Obi-Wan smiled as Qui-Gon planted a gentle kiss on his mouth and he felt the strong arms around his body.

Qui-Gon was releasing his grip on Obi-Wan and reached for his robe, draping it around the Padawan's shoulders. Obi-Wan moaned slightly as the fabric of the robe made contact with his back. It hurt slightly at the first contact, but thanks to the Force, the cuts were almost completely healed. He relaxed as the pain subsided after a few seconds.

He sank back into his Master's warm embrace, enjoying the moment just a bit longer.

"What do you think of going home now, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon finally asked. "Taking a long hot bath in the tub, does that sound nice?"

"Oh yes, Master, that would be nice," Obi-Wan answered smiling.

He got up from the table and put the rest of his clothes on, then joined his Qui-Gon on their way home. He was looking forward to the hot bath, the perfect way to end a night like this.

THE END