Tragedies

by TJ

Archive: M-A, yes

Pairings: Qui/Obi/Mace

Rating: NC-17

Category: BDSM, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Series: This story is a sequel to Reparations and is the 5th story in a series.

Summary: Obi-Wan falls into the hands of an enemy and he and his lovers must work to rebuild their lives.

Special Thanks: Special thanks to Amber and Cupcake. I so could not have done this story without you guys. Thanks for all the time and effort you put into beta-ing it for me as well as the encouragement. I needed it with this one.

Warnings: See Below...

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Warnings: RAPE - in graphic detail. Violence. Fisting (consensual). This story has a strong consensual D/s theme with a good dose of humiliation thrown in.

"You shorted out your saber again, didn't you, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, trying to keep the amusement from his voice.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied. The words came out a bit more sullen than the young man intended.

Qui-Gon quirked an eyebrow at his apprentice and stole a glance at Mace. The Council member was sitting on the sofa taking in the conversation between master and apprentice. He could see that Qui-Gon was amused by the whole thing, but that Obi-Wan was quite disgusted with himself.

"Perhaps you're not stressing the importance of keeping his saber out of water sources, Qui," Mace offered with a smile.

"Indeed," Qui-Gon replied, playing along. It was obvious Mace was up to something. "And might you have a suggestion?"

"Maybe the point needs to be, um, *driven* home," the Councilor suggested.

"And how might we do that?" Qui-Gon prompted.

Obi-Wan remained silent during the exchange, awaiting his fate. Whenever his lovers ganged up on him it was usually a bit painful and overwhelmingly enjoyable. He hoped this time would prove no different.

"Well, if he were younger, I'd recommend a good paddling," Mace said finally.

Qui-Gon heard Obi-Wan inhale sharply at Mace's words. Taking a good long look at his padawan, he saw all the signs of the younger man's arousal. His breathing had sped up, as had his pulse. And his face was slightly flushed. It seemed Obi-Wan was more than up to a new challenge.

"Get undressed and go lie down on your bed," Qui-Gon instructed gruffly.

"Yes, Sirs," Obi-Wan replied as meekly as he could manage.

"And try to keep the smile off your face," Mace said as Obi-Wan moved to obey. "This is supposed to be a punishment, after all."

Obi-Wan did his best to wipe the grin from his face. At least until his door closed safely behind him. He had been wondering how to approach Qui-Gon about something like this and now it was being handed to him. Undressing quickly, he folded his tunics and lay face down on his bed. It felt strange to lie here again. His master's bed was where he slept now and he thanked the Force daily for it.

Qui-Gon and Mace waited a few minutes before entering Obi-Wan's room. They wanted to give the young man time to prepare himself for what was to come. Just before Qui-Gon opened the door, Mace reached out and stopped him.

"Why his room?" he asked suddenly.

"I don't know," Qui-Gon replied. "But something told me it had to be here. That it would be wrong to do this in our bed."

Knowing it was the best answer he was likely to get right now, Mace accepted it. He motioned for Qui-Gon to lead the way and followed the man into the room. What greeted them when they opened the door, however, made both their hearts skip a beat.

Their Obi-Wan lay on his bed, resplendent in his nakedness. He lay on his stomach with a pillow underneath him, his head turned toward the wall with his arms stretched out above his head. The picture of willing submission as he waited for his masters. Qui-Gon and Mace moved into the room then and approached the bed. Taking Obi-Wan's hands gently in his own, Qui-Gon began to bind them to the head of the bed. Mace moved to his feet and did the same. Once they had him securely bound, Qui-Gon moved forward and slipped the Force inhibitor on his neck.

"I want you to be able to thrash without worrying about using the Force inadvertently," he said to the young man's unspoken question.

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan said gratefully as he adjusted himself in his bonds.

Mace moved around to the front of the bed then. He brought the paddle up for Obi-Wan to see. It was large enough to cover his entire backside with a single swat. From the looks of the leather covering it, this particular paddle had seen a great deal of use. Obi-Wan was looking forward to adding to that use considerably.

"Did you want to gag him, Qui?" Mace asked.

"No," Qui-Gon said as he moved into position out of Obi-Wan's sight. "I want to hear him."

The first blow took the young man by surprise. The pain was almost an afterthought as the solid paddle connected with his flesh. The blows came over and over then, each one delivered with Force-enhanced accuracy. In no time, Obi-Wan's backside was bright red.

Obi-Wan tried to hold back his moans, but it was no use. Qui-Gon had used this particular paddle on others before, Mace included, and knew just what to do to shatter his control. A series of fast, hard blows had him pulling back against his bonds. He cried out in pain as tears leaked from his eyes. Oh, it hurt. But it felt so good. His cock was hard and he thrust it against the pillow beneath him.

Kneeling down, Mace began to gently stroke Obi-Wan's hair. He whispered encouragingly to him as the blows continued to rain down on his unprotected backside. He thought to himself that he had never seen anyone look more beautiful than Obi-Wan did as he writhed and moaned under his master's skillful hand.

Without warning, Obi-Wan arched up into Qui-Gon's next blow and came, his essence spilling out on the bed beneath him. Qui-Gon threw down the paddle and sat down on the bed to wrap his arms around his lover as he shuddered with aftershocks. Mace, too, reached out and held as much of Obi-Wan as he could touch, offering whatever small support he could.

The door chime interrupted the trio. The two masters looked at one another and Mace quickly moved to see who it was. Right now Obi-Wan needed Qui-Gon with him. A brief moment later, a noticeably disgruntled Mace Windu came back into the bedroom.

"What is it?" Qui-Gon asked.

"The Council," he said. "They want to see us immediately."

"What about?" Qui-Gon questioned as he disentangled himself from his padawan.

"I don't know," Mace replied. "But I think we'd better go."

"Alright," Qui-Gon said before turning his attention back to his lover. "Will you be alright while we're gone?"

"Are you going to leave me like this?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Yes, little whore, I am," Qui-Gon replied. "I want you just like this when we get back. After all, we weren't quite finished with you."

"I'll be fine, Master," Obi-Wan said as fresh arousal shot through him. Perhaps the Council summons was a blessing in disguise. He could use a little time to recover. His orgasm had been one of the most intense of his life.

"Very well," Qui-Gon said. "I am leaving the Force collar on. I don't think there's much to worry about here at the Temple. I will check on you from time to time through the bond, though."

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan said. He snuggled down then to make himself as comfortable as he could. He knew he would have to stay like this for quite some time. But the thought of waiting here, tied like this, his bright red ass sticking up in the air as his semen dried on the pillow below him made his spent cock twitch again.

Bruck Chun watched from his hiding place as the two masters quickly made their way toward the Council chamber. He knew he had precious little time but forced himself to wait until they had rounded the corner. It would not do for one of them to see him. His master would be most displeased if he failed.

Moving as stealthily as he could, he approached the door. He checked to make sure he was alone in the hallway before he slipped the small device he had made onto the keypad. A touch of his hand and the door to Qui-Gon Jinn's quarters slid open. Bruck made sure to remove the device before stepping into the room. Once the door closed behind him, he quickly reattached it, effectively barring all but himself from entering or leaving the room. Now the fun could really begin.

He looked around the common room carefully. Using the Force, he knew Obi-Wan was in his room. He was surprised that the other padawan had not come out to see who was there. Perhaps he thought his master had returned for some reason. Clutching the hypo-spray in his hand, Bruck moved toward the door. He would only have one chance to surprise the other man. He needed to sedate him before he could call to his master.

Taking a deep breath, Bruck opened the door to Obi-Wan's room and gasped out loud at what he saw. There, tied naked to his own bed, was Obi-Wan Kenobi. The bright red ass did not escape his notice, but the thing that held his attention was the Force inhibitor around his neck.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Bruck said as he walked forward.

Obi-Wan craned his head back, his eyes going wide at the sound of somebody else's voice. When he recognized Bruck, he cringed. In a matter of hours, this would be all over the Temple. Obi-Wan's face turned red as he imagined the looks and comments he would be getting when word of this got out. That embarrassment was short lived, however, when Bruck reached out to run his hands over Obi-Wan's inflamed backside.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Obi-Wan demanded.

"Whatever I want, actually," Bruck replied as he continued to run his hands over the captive man's body.

"My master will kill you for this," Obi-Wan grated out.

"Who do you think sent me?" Bruck sneered back, happy to see the lie strike home.

"Wh...what?"

"He asked me to keep you warmed up for him," Bruck continued, exploiting the weakness savagely. "I told him I was happy to be of service."

"You're lying," Obi-Wan said, not believing that his master would do this to him.

"Apparently you've been a very bad boy. And bad boys deserve to get punished."

With that Bruck settled down between his spread legs. He ran his hands over Obi-Wan's ass for a moment before drawing back and lashing out as hard as he could. White-hot pain slammed through Obi-Wan's body as his already bruised flesh was abused. Try as he might, he could not hold back the cry of pain as Bruck hit him time and again.

A few moments later, Obi-Wan became aware that the pain had stopped. His ass still throbbed painfully, but no more blows were coming. He knew Bruck was doing something, but his pain-clouded mind could not seem to figure out what. As the sounds of rustling clothing penetrated the fog, he knew. Bruck was undressing.

A new sense of urgency gripped Obi-Wan and he began to fight his bonds. It was one thing to be forced to lay helpless while Bruck beat him. It was quite another to be tied down while the pig took him. He would not, could not, believe his master had allowed this. But how else had Bruck gotten in the room?

"I hope you don't mind, but I've added a little something to make the occasion more memorable for you," Bruck said as he positioned his penis at the entrance to Obi-Wan's body.

"No. Don't," Obi-Wan cried out in horror.

"Come on, Obi-Wan. Take your punishment like a man. You wouldn't want me to disobey your master, now would you?" Bruck sneered.

"Please, Bruck. Don't do this," Obi-Wan begged, ignoring Bruck's taunt. He refused to believe his own master was behind this.

"Before I'm finished with you, you'll beg me to kill you," Bruck replied.

Taking a deep breath, he slammed forward, burying his cock in Obi-Wan's unprepared body. The sharp studs on the cock sleeve he wore tore into Obi-Wan's flesh, shredding him. Bruck laughed as he felt the body beneath him tense in agony. He could feel the blood surrounding his penis as he began to thrust in and out.

Obi-Wan screamed as Bruck tore into him. He could feel the jagged studs slicing his flesh as his body was stretched beyond endurance. Writhing in pain and denial, Obi-Wan could feel his blood flowing strongly enough to wet the bedding beneath him and wondered idly if he might not bleed to death from Bruck's savage taking.

Something was wrong. Qui-Gon could feel it. It was like an itch in the back of his mind. Mace could feel it, too, and both men were getting worried. They had come to the Council chamber as summoned, but when they arrived, they were told to wait. While the Council was oft times aggravating, they were not in the habit of issuing an urgent summons only to have the summoned cool their heels in the antechamber.

Finally, they were ushered inside. Yoda regarded them thoughtfully as they approached. The entire Council could feel the disturbance in the Force. They had yet to be able to pinpoint it. They hoped these two could shed some light on things.

"Wished to see the Council, you did?" Master Yoda asked.

"Pardon me?" Mace replied, surprised by the statement.

"We received an urgent summons," Qui-Gon said. "We came immediately."

"Summon you, we did not," Yoda replied.

"Obi-Wan," the two men said in unison, fear gripping them both. Qui-Gon sent a tendril of Force along their training bond. What he found drove him to his knees. Fear, pain, humiliation, and despair were enveloping his padawan.

Qui-Gon had no choice but to back off from his padawan. With Mace's help, he struggled to his feet and the two men fled, leaving a very stunned Council behind. As they ran, Qui-Gon shared what he had gotten from Obi-Wan with Mace. The Council member had to fight back a wave of pure anger as he realized that someone was hurting his lover.

Bruck could feel the masters as they approached the door. He knew his time was short. It felt so good to take Obi-Wan like this, felt so good to hear him scream. He wished he could go on fucking him, but knew his little toy would not keep the Jedi master out forever. Grasping Obi-Wan's hips for leverage, he began to thrust furiously, slamming himself in to the hilt over and over again as his orgasm neared.

"You feel so good like this, Obi-Wan," Bruck said as he fucked him. "So tight on my cock. And your screams are like music. I must thank Qui-Gon for letting me take you like this. Maybe he'll even let me do it again sometime."

"No, you're lying," Obi-Wan sobbed. "You have to be lying." The pain and blood loss were taking their toll as he fought to hold onto his belief. Surely Qui-Gon would never punish him like this. Would he?

Obi-Wan thought he would go mad as Bruck grabbed him and began to hammer into him. His entire existence had been reduced to the blinding pain in his anus. Nothing had ever hurt like this. He knew if Bruck kept it up for much longer, he would surely go mad.

With a shout, Bruck slammed his hips forward and came, spilling his seed into Obi-Wan's ravaged body. Obi-Wan could feel him convulsing inside of him and was almost glad for it. At least now the pain would stop, or so he thought. He could not have been more wrong.

Qui-Gon hastily palmed his door and almost ran into it when it did not open. He tried again and again the door remained closed. Cursing, Mace began an emergency override. Still the door remained closed. The two men could hear others approaching and turned to see two of the Council coming down the hall toward them. Apparently their hasty exit had alarmed them.

"It won't open," Mace said as the others arrived.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as he opened himself to his padawan and felt a fresh wave of pain. "Someone is hurting Obi-Wan."

"Padawan Chun, it is," Yoda said as he and Adi Gallia drew near. "Sense it we can. In much danger he is. Get to him, you must."

With a nod, both Qui-Gon and Mace drew their sabers and began to cut through the door.

Obi-Wan felt a last ripping pain as Bruck pulled his softening penis free. He lay trembling as shock set in. Bruck realized he could simply stand back and watch the other man suffer, but that would be too easy. He still had a few minutes and he planned to make them count.

Looking about the room, he spied Obi-Wan's own light saber on the bureau. Using the Force, he called the weapon to him. He took a moment to note the excellent workmanship and obvious time that had gone into crafting the weapon. With madness dancing in his eyes, Bruck lowered the weapon to Obi-Wan's brutalized body.

Obi-Wan stiffened when the felt the cool metal of his saber touch his abused body. He began to tremble even harder in denial of what he knew was to come. Even as he tensed for it, he was grossly unprepared when Bruck thrust the hilt of his saber into his body. He howled in agony as the man raping him tried to thrust the saber in as deep as he could.

Bruck smiled at Obi-Wan's cry of pain. He began to work the saber back and forth, trying to get it deeper still. He could see Obi-Wan's body begin to convulse from the prolonged torment and thought nothing had ever looked more beautiful. When it seemed he could get the saber no further into the bound man, he moved up to rest his knee against it. Slowly, he leaned forward, using his body weight to drive the metal cylinder in. Blood ran freely from the torn flesh and by the time Bruck stopped, he had to actually reach his finger inside to press the activation switch.

They were almost through the door when Obi-Wan's scream cut through the walls. Both men faltered at the sound, knowing the amount of pain their lover had to be in. Gentle waves of Force surrounded them, buffering them from their lover's pain. A quick glance at the two Council members showed their concern as they helped in the only way they could right now.

Bruck thrust the saber in and out savagely. Even with loosening him up, it had still been hard to get the large saber hilt inside. Obi-Wan struggled as much as he could, but he was becoming exhausted. The horrible pain, coupled with the blood loss, was draining him quickly. He only wished he knew what he had done to anger his master so. What could he have done to deserve this?

Bruck was biding his time. He knew he was taking a chance, but he wanted Qui-Gon to see him turn the saber on. He wanted the Jedi master to watch as his lover died, impaled on his own weapon. Then he would gladly go to whatever fate awaited him.

He did not have long to wait. When Bruck heard the sound of the metal door hit the floor, he reached down and grasped the hilt of the lightsaber, thrusting his finger inside to rest over the activation switch. Qui-Gon came rushing into the small bedroom with Mace hot on his heels. What he saw made him stop short, his breath catching in his throat at the carnage.

"Now he dies, Master Jinn," Bruck said and pressed the switch.

"NO!" Qui-Gon screamed in denial, knowing he was too late to stop what was about to happen.

But nothing did.

Bruck's eyes furrowed in confusion as he pushed the button again. Still the saber failed to activate. All at once, he found himself pulled back and flung against the far wall. The two Council members crowded into the small room and Bruck hissed at them. He could feel the Force holding him in place and knew it was their doing.

"Get him to the healers, Master Jinn," Adi Gallia said. "We will take care of this one."

Qui-Gon nodded mutely at her and stepped forward. He knelt down beside his padawan and quickly snapped the ties that bound his wrists. Mace moved to the young man's feet and did the same. Obi-Wan was trembling violently by then, his mind and body unable to take any more. He did not even move when his master reached down to pull the light saber hilt from his body.

Mace removed his robe and wrapped it around the young man as Qui-Gon removed the Force inhibitor and gently lifted him. Blood still ran freely from his torn anus. They had to get him to the healers now, or he might very well bleed to death. With Force enhanced speed, Qui-Gon moved through the Temple with Mace right beside him. Knights and Masters alike stood aside at the sight of the two wild-eyed men carrying an unconscious body.

They found the healers waiting for them when they arrived. Obi-Wan was quickly taken from them and they were asked to wait outside. Qui-Gon tried to refuse, but Mace pulled him away, insisting that the healers needed room to work. Qui-Gon allowed himself to be led out into the waiting area. His whole being felt numb as his mind replayed the images he had seen. He realized suddenly that if Obi-Wan had not shorted out his saber, he would no longer have a padawan. That single thought drove through him like a knife. Only Mace's strong support kept him from being overwhelmed.

"I know, Qui," Mace whispered as he held the Jedi master. "You can fall apart later, my friend. He needs you right now."

"I... He... "

"He still lives," Mace soothed, helping the other man to regain his composure. "We'll get through this somehow. Take what comfort you can in the fact that he still lives."

It was over an hour later before the healers came to tell them of Obi-Wan's condition. Both men barley managed to keep from pouncing on the young healer when she walked through the door. Yoda and Adi had joined them, assuring them that Bruck was being detained and heavily guarded.

"You may see him now," the healer said. She held up a hand when Mace moved to follow Qui-Gon. "Only his master."

"Mace is our lover as well as our friend," Qui-Gon said, his voice sharp. "He comes, too."

"I was told..." the healer began, only to be cut off.

"Accompany Master Jinn, Master Windu will," Yoda said. "Tell Master Garon, said so I did."

The young girl bowed her head and moved aside, allowing the two men to enter. Obi-Wan lay on the bio bed, his features pale and drawn. Qui-Gon moved to stand next to him and his eyes flew open. When Obi-Wan saw his master, Bruck's words came rushing back. Using what little strength he still had, he rolled off the bed to collapse at Qui-Gon's feet.

"Please, Master. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please, forgive me," he begged, his words rushed. "Please don't punish me again."

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon said, his voice filled with confusion and horror.

"Please, Master! Please don't punish me again," he begged.

"Padawan, please," Qui-Gon said as he reached down to pull the young man unsteadily to his feet. "What are you talking about? Punish you how? The spanking?"

"No, Master," Obi-Wan whispered in reply. He could not bring himself to meet his master's eyes.

"Then what, love?" Qui-Gon asked, afraid beyond belief that he already knew the answer.

"Bruck," Obi-Wan said. Fresh tears began to run down his face as he stood before his master and lover.

"You... you think I... I..."

"He said you told him to," Obi-Wan explained. "That it was part of my punishment."

"NO!" Qui-Gon cried out causing Obi-Wan to flinch. Reaching out, the Jedi master pulled the young man into his arms and held him tight.

"Master?" Obi-Wan said, not understanding.

"He lied, love," Qui-Gon crooned as he held on. "I would never punish you like that. I love you. You are my life. He tried to KILL you."

"I... I didn't want to believe," Obi-Wan whispered, hoping against hope that what his master said was true. "But how else did he get in?"

"I don't know," Qui-Gon answered.

"Padawan Kenobi, get back in bed right now!" Healer Garon demanded. The healer did not know how the boy had managed to find the strength to move, as injured as he was.

The healer watched as Qui-Gon scooped the younger man up and laid him back down on the bed. It was obvious that the man cared very deeply for his padawan. But what the boy said could not be disregarded. Steeling himself to invoking the wrath of one very large Jedi master, he walked over to them.

"Master Jinn," Healer Garon began, "your padawan has made some very serious accusations against you. What have you to say?"

"It's alright, Master Garon," Obi-Wan said quickly. "My master didn't have anything to do with... what happened."

"And just how do you know that, Padawan?" the healer asked as gently as he could. The young man before him had just been brutally traumatized. There was no need to upset him any further.

"He told me," Obi-Wan replied.

Qui-Gon and Mace both winced at the words. There was no way the healer would be able to let it go at that. And he should not. He had a responsibility to his patient. Qui-Gon knew no one could force him into what he was about to suggest, but he also knew there was no other way to prove his innocence. Not completely.

"When Obi-Wan is better, I would like to submit myself to a mind probe," he said.

"No!" Obi-Wan cried out. A mind probe was the closest thing to a mental rape there was. It bared the entire wealth of a person's thoughts and experiences. He refused to allow his master to submit to such a thing.

"It is for the best, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said, trying his best to placate him.

"No, Master," Obi-Wan protested. "It is intrusive and painful and needless."

"Obi-Wan, please," Qui-Gon said, though he could see there was very little chance of budging his overprotective padawan on this. Well, he would just have to play dirty then. "I do not think I could stand it if people thought I had anything to do with this. Please, love, let me prove my innocence."

"Master..." Obi-Wan began, not sure what to say to that. Qui-Gon was stroking his hair, looking down at him. He knew then that his m "You'll stay with me, too?" Obi-Wan asked. "You'll protect me?"

"Nothing in the universe could move me from your side, little love. My honor on it," Mace said. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down until his mouth was next to the young man's ear. "I... I love you, little one."

"Tell me that again, when we're out of here," Obi-Wan whispered.

"I promise," Mace told him.

"I do not know if this is wise," Healer Garon broke in.

"I will not leave his side," Qui-Gon said firmly. "Mace will be here as well. If you need to have someone else here, to ensure his safety, then do so. But do not ask me to leave him."

"Master Jinn, everything in me is telling me that you are no threat to that boy," the healer explained. "However..."

"However, you must go with the facts as they have been presented so far," Qui-Gon finished for him. "I understand this, Garon. I do. Mace and I are staying. You do what you must to protect my padawan, but we're staying."

"Stay they will," Yoda interrupted as he and Adi walked into the room. "With them, one of us will be at all times until settled, this is."

"Very well, Master Yoda," the healer said. "That is acceptable."

Qui-Gon waited until Obi-Wan was asleep again before calling the healer over. It had not taken long, the earlier outburst having wiped out what small reserve of strength the man had. Qui-Gon's face turned grim when the healer approached. As much as he did not want to, he needed to know what was done to his padawan.

"Can you tell me what was done to him?" Qui-Gon asked softly.

"Are you sure you want to know, Master Jinn?" Healer Garon asked.

"I have to," Qui-Gon replied.

"Well, you know about the saber," the healer began. Of course the master knew about this - he had removed it with his own hand. "Apparently Padawan Chun raped him before that. He was wearing... well... a sort of sheath on his penis when he did it. It tore Obi-Wan up rather badly. If you had not gotten him here when you had, he very likely would have bled to death."

Qui-Gon felt his legs begin to weaken, then a pair of strong arms was around him, holding him up. He looked over to see Mace's worried face. It was evident that the healer's words had effected him as well. He remembered the man's whispered confession from a moment ago and marveled at his serenity.

//Not serenity, Qui,// Mace said along their bond. //More like shock. And a good bit of worry about you.//

"Chair, there is," Yoda said as he tapped his gimmer stick on the floor. "Sit in it, you will."

Qui-Gon allowed himself to be lowered into the chair. Mace stayed by his side, offering what support he could. His hand squeezed Qui-Gon's shoulder as the man fought for control.

"What sort of sheath?" Qui-Gon asked when he had recovered a bit.

"It was leather and covered in small spikes..." Garon began.

"Spikes?" Qui-Gon interrupted, the high, strangled quality of his voice not going unnoticed by the healer. If he was not careful he would have another patient. Or two.

"Show me," Mace said, his voice hard as steel. He tightened his grip on Qui-Gon's shoulder as much for his own support as to help the other man.

The healer hesitated for a moment, then moved to fulfill the request. The less left to the imaginations of two distraught lovers, the better, he reasoned. Especially when those two lovers were rather formidable Jedi masters.

He brought the device they had taken off Padawan Chun out for the masters to see. Qui-Gon took one look at it and turned his face away as the need to vomit almost overwhelmed him. They had not cleaned it off, not wanting to wash away any evidence, and the thing was still covered with Obi-Wan's blood and bits of flesh. All over the black leather sheath the tiny spikes winked menacingly. They were small, less than an eighth of an inch each, but they were razor sharp. It was impossible to imagine the agony this *thing* must have caused Obi-Wan as it was thrust into his helpless body.

"Take it away," Qui-Gon gritted out as he fought back his revulsion. The healer swiftly took the offending item back to the storage area and made sure it was put well out of sight.

"There is a great deal we need to discuss," Healer Garon said when he returned.

"How badly was he damaged?" Mace asked boldly. Both he and Qui-Gon needed to know.

"The sheath shredded his rectum," the healer answered. "We healed it as best we could, but there will be a bit of permanent scarring. We considered putting him in a bacta tank, but for one as traumatized as he has been, that sort of isolation would have done more harm than good."

"Will there be permanent damage?" Qui-Gon asked.

"We don't know yet," the healer answered truthfully. "There could be anywhere from a slight to a nearly total loss of feeling in that area. Also, his prostate was pretty badly damaged. We did heal that, but we have no way of knowing how that might affect his sex drive."

"His sex drive is the least of my concerns, healer," Qui-Gon said in disgust.

"Well, you should be concerned about it, Master Jinn," Garon shot back. "And not just from a physical point of view. This entire episode is going to take a long time for him to get over. He may never get over it completely. And there is a chance he may never enjoy anal intercourse again. He may not be able to allow himself to be taken in that manner. Are you prepared for that?"

"If I never get to 'take him in that manner', as you so tactlessly put it, I will count myself lucky that he is still in my life at all," Qui-Gon said, doing his best not to lose his temper. "I love him. If our lovemaking has to change, then so be it. I assure you, healer, he is much more to me than a willing hole to fuck."

"My pardon, Master Jinn," Garon said softly. "I did not mean to imply... that. I merely wanted you to be aware of what lies ahead. Obi-Wan's sexuality is a large part of what defines him, as it is in all creatures. He may have a more difficult time accepting his new limitations than you, either of you."

"Forgive me, healer," Qui-Gon apologized. "My emotions are not under control very well right now. And I think you give him less credit than you should. My Obi-Wan is strong. He will overcome this."

"I pray you are right, Master Jinn," Garon said.

It was almost a week before Obi-Wan was cleared to leave the infirmary and return to the quarters he shared with his master. First, though, they had a meeting with the Council. Obi-Wan knew they had put it off as long as they could. And while he had no desire to see his master submit to something as intrusive as a mind probe, he knew that Qui-Gon needed to do it.

When they reached the Council chamber, they were ushered inside. Mace stood with them, rather than taking his seat. He knew Qui-Gon was going to need all of the emotional support he could get, not to mention Obi-Wan. In this, he stood with his lovers.

"Council members, I come here today to submit myself to your judgement," Qui-Gon began. "I wish a mind probe, to prove my innocence in the attack on my padawan."

"Granted, your request is," Yoda intoned.

"And take heed, Jinn," Plo Koon said from his seat. "We will also be judging your fitness to be this young man's master."

"Excuse me," Qui-Gon said, not liking the Council member's tone at all.

"You left your apprentice bound naked to his bed with a Force inhibitor on as some sort of sex game," Koon said. "I find that deplorable and grossly negligent."

"And just how is it any different from a master who binds his student and renders him Force-blind in order to prepare him for a mission gone wrong?" Qui-Gon asked, trying his best to remain calm.

"Well generally, the master in question does not fuck his apprentice beforehand," Koon shot back. "And you admitted to beating the boy as well."

"That was a punishment for being careless," Obi-Wan said, no longer able to remain silent. "And I consented to it."

"Of course you did, child," Koon said, completely disregarding the young man's words.

"Begging your pardon, Councilor Koon, but I am not a child," Obi-Wan said softly.

"Enough of this," Yoda demanded. "Come here we have to prove Qui-Gon's innocence. Nothing more."

"Very well," Koon said. "Kneel, Jinn, and we may begin."

"I don't want him doing this," Obi-Wan said as he grabbed his master's arm to stop him from stepping forward.

"It has to be him, Obi," Qui-Gon said gently. "He's the only senior member of the Council qualified to do it that is not involved in this already. If it is done by anyone else, they can claim bias."

"You may leave now, Padawan," Koon said in dismissal as he turned his attention to Qui-Gon.

"I'm staying," Obi-Wan said firmly. Mace reached out and rested his hand on the young man's shoulder in support, much as he had done his master a few short days ago.

"This is no place for a padawan," Koon said. "You are dismissed."

"I stay or this does not take place," Obi-Wan persisted.

"Padawan Kenobi..." Koon began, only to be cut off by the boy.

"Master Koon, do you not agree that I now possess an intimate understanding of what it feels like to be raped?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice calm and controlled.

"No one would argue that, Padawan," the Councilor agreed.

"Then do you honestly believe I am going to just turn my back and walk away while you mind fuck my master?" The question was delivered so calmly that the words did not register at first. He opened his mouth to reply, but Obi-Wan cut him off again. "I stay with Qui-Gon or this does not take place. The choice is yours."

"Very well, Padawan," the Councilor relented, "but this willful disobedience will go on your record. Just because your master thinks he can get away with speaking to a Council member in such a manner does not mean that you can."

"You may put whatever you wish on my record," Obi-Wan said. "But do not attempt to remove me from my master's side again."

Qui-Gon had remained silent through the exchange, awed by his padawan's determination. The young man's strength was astounding as he backed the Council member down. He would, indeed, have to speak to him about it. Antagonizing a Council member was not something to do lightly.

"Let us begin," Adi Gallia said, hoping to get things under way. The sooner this was begun, the sooner it would be over for all concerned.

Qui-Gon stepped forward and knelt before Master Koon. He centered himself in the Force and let down his shields. He felt the master's mind touch and forced himself not to withdraw. As the other man began to paw through his mind, he concentrated on his love for Obi-Wan, letting that bright light anchor him.

Koon thrust himself into Qui-Gon's mind and set about his task almost eagerly. He dug through the man's memories, pulling each one apart before hastily moving on to the next. He was sure he would find something here to damn the man if he only looked hard enough. The fool boy trusted his master implicitly. Well, he would find the evidence of Jinn's abuse and bring it forth for all to see. Maybe then they could get his apprentice away from him before any more harm was done.

Qui-Gon had to fight not to scream as his mind was ransacked. Koon went from memory to memory, taking his most precious moments and turning them into so much less. He could feel the man's disapproval as he accessed the memories of his lovemaking with Obi-Wan.

Koon thought their lovemaking abusive in the extreme, never mind that the young man had been more than willing. When he reached the memory of Qui-Gon's own "punishment" he paused. On one level, he was gratified to see the master brought low by his own student. But on another, it did not fit with the picture he had painted himself of this man. The Qui-Gon Jinn he imagined would never allow his own student to abuse him like that.

Koon kept up his search determined to find something to prove Qui-Gon's guilt, or at the very least the man's negligence. Sweat ran down both masters' faces as they continued. It was becoming increasingly obvious to Koon that Qui-Gon had nothing to do with the attack on his apprentice. As for the negligence, he could not in all good conscious accuse the man of that. A lapse in judgement, perhaps, but willful negligence, no. It was more than apparent that Qui-Gon Jinn loved his apprentice very much.

At last, the Council member began to pull back. Only when his mind was once again separated from Jinn's did he look up. The face of one very furious padawan greeted him. Koon kept stock-still as he took in the boy's menacing stance. A glance at Jinn showed the reason for the hostility. The man was rocking back and forth in shock as tears ran unheeded down his face. Mace Windu had his arms wrapped tightly around him as he soothed him.

"I'm sorry," Koon began, then faltered.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Obi-Wan asked, his quiet voice seeming as loud as a shout.

"He is innocent," Koon stated.

"If you ever come near my master again, I will kill you," the young man said. The cold anger in those blue eyes told Koon that he meant it. And considering what he had just done to the boy's master, he had no doubt he deserved it.

Qui-Gon came back to himself just in time to hear his padawan threaten to kill a Jedi master. He gasped in shock and reached toward the young man. If Koon thought his threat a serious one, he would draw his saber on the young man.

"All is well, Padawan," Yoda said. He sent out a tendril of soothing Force and Qui-Gon found himself relaxing just a bit. "Understand he does, your padawan's outburst. Protecting his master, he is. Stop that, he will not, but violence there will not be."

"Obi... Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon called out. In an instant the young man was in his arms, holding him tightly. "Can we... can we go home now?"

"Mace will take you back to our quarters," Obi-Wan said as he pulled back. "I need to stay."

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon questioned, alarmed that his lover did not wish to go home with them.

"They're going to do a mind probe on Bruck next," Obi-Wan reminded him. "I... I need to stay."

"Then we will stay," Qui-Gon said. His calm was returning quickly, though it would take some time and some deep meditation before he fully recovered from what Koon had put him through.

"There is no need, Master," Obi-Wan said, knowing the best thing for Qui-Gon right now was rest.

"If you need to be here, love, then we shall stay with you," Qui-Gon admonished gently. "I will not leave you to face this alone."

"Do you think you can be our rock for a bit longer, Mace?" Obi-Wan asked their lover. He well and truly did not know how they would have gotten through these last few days without the man's unfailing support.

"Of course," Mace replied. "Whatever you need, for however long you need it."

"Are you certain you want to commit yourself like that?" Obi-Wan asked with the hint of a smile.

"Tell you what," Mace began, "if it goes more than a thousand years, we can renegotiate."

The small laugh that Qui-Gon let out at Mace's words cut the tension level considerably. They WOULD get through this. As long as they had each other. Qui-Gon allowed his lovers to help him to his feet and lead him over to a chair. He sat down gratefully with Mace and Obi-Wan sitting on either side of him. Taking a deep breath, he centered himself in the Force and reached for his calm. He would need it to face his lover's rapist without killing the bastard.

Qui-Gon could feel the tremors running through his lover's body as Bruck was led into the room. He was bound with a Force inhibitor and escorted by a master and knight. Even in his Jedi robes, the two Wookiees looked menacing. They led the young man to stand before the assembled Council then took a step back leaving him to stand alone.

"Brought here to be judged, you have been, for the crime of rape," Yoda said, his voice tight and controlled. "Have you anything to say?"

"It was not rape, Master Yoda," Bruck replied. "I was given permission."

"Permission by who?" Adi asked.

"Master Jinn," Bruck answered.

"Master Jinn has been proven innocent," Master Koon said. "You lie."

"Know the truth, we must," Yoda broke in. "Probed, your mind will be."

"No!" Bruck said and took a step back. The knight stepped up behind him, letting him know he had no place to go.

"Against your will, it is?" Yoda asked, his small hands gripping his gimmer stick tightly. "Against his will it was, too. Matter to you, that did not. Now kneel, or be forced."

Bruck had little choice and he knew it. Deciding it was better to kneel than to be held down, he stepped in front of Master Koon and dropped to his knees. He took a deep breath and centered himself, preparing for the worst.

Master Koon looked at the young man kneeling before him. He did not want to do this, but as with Qui-Gon, there was no one else. He was left him alone with the responsibility to do this without shredding the young man's mind.

Reaching out, he rested his hands on Bruck's forehead and began to access his mind. He immediately searched out the memories of Obi-Wan's rape, leaving the rest. If need be, he could always go back and access them, but he wanted to get this over with.

It was over in a matter of minutes, taking much less time than Qui-Gon's own probe had. Master Koon pulled himself from the other's mind with a visible shudder. The images he had seen there, the anger and hatred he had felt, had been overwhelming. It was like immersing himself in a pit of Darkness.

"Guilty," Koon rasped out as he fought to keep his stomach from ejecting its contents. "He acted with forethought and malice. He knowingly lured Master Jinn and Master Windu away for the express purpose of raping Padawan Kenobi. And if the young man's saber had worked, he would be dead right now."

"Take him away," Yoda commanded and the two Jedi moved forward. They pulled the unresisting boy to his feet and led him back to the detention area. His fate was in the hands of the Council now. And it did not look good.

Once Bruck was taken away, Master Koon excused himself. He would have liked to apologize to Master Jinn again, but one look at his padawan changed his mind. Perhaps in a day or two the boy would be calmer.

"Back to your quarters, you should go," Yoda said as he and Adi walked over to the trio. "Accompany you, we will."

"Thank you, Master," Qui-Gon said. He rose to leave, Obi-Wan and Mace on either side of him. It seemed his lovers were still feeling a bit protective. And from the way he felt right now, he could understand why.

The trip back to their quarters was a quiet one. Obi-Wan, fresh out of the infirmary, was beginning to feel the strain. The assembled masters could feel the tension radiating off the young man as he struggled for serenity. Luckily, the walk to their rooms was a short one. Not until they were approaching the door did it occur to Mace and Qui-Gon that they had not been back here since the attack. The door, at least, had been replaced. They wondered, though, at the state of the rest of the rooms, most especially Obi-Wan's.

Showing considerably less trepidation than he felt, Mace palmed the door open. Everyone relaxed when not even a trace of Bruck's aura could be felt in the room. A quick glance at Adi Gallia confirmed that she had been the one to make sure they did not walk back into a nightmare.

Obi-Wan calmed visibly as he took in his surroundings. He had been afraid he was about to step back into the carnage he had so recently left behind. He wondered idly what had become of his saber and found he did not care. Something in him doubted if he would ever be able to touch it again. He felt anger at that thought. He had built that saber with his own hands and now it was lost to him. Squelching his ire, lest it leak over the bonds he shared, he turned to his master and found soft blue eyes regarding him with concern.

"Would you like to lie down, love?" Qui-Gon asked carefully, his own center still horribly off balance.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied with the barest hint of a smile. "I have been looking forward to our bed for some days now. That is... if you still want..."

"Don't you dare," Qui-Gon thundered at him, his eyes growing dark and angry. "Don't you fucking dare even *suggest* I no longer want you in my bed."

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan said as he took an involuntary step backward.

"Oh Force," Qui-Gon said. A wave of shame washed over him as he realized he had frightened the younger man. "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I didn't mean to..."

"It's all right, Master," Obi-Wan said as he stepped forward again. Qui-Gon's arms came around him in an instant, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I just didn't want to presume..."

"Trust me, my Obi-Wan, you will always be welcome in my bed."

"Even... even if things can never... never be the way they were?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Yes, love," Qui-Gon replied. "Just to have you in my life is enough. Even if all we ever do is sleep in that bed, it will be more than enough. I love you, little one." The two men held each other close for long moments. They basked in the open affection flooding across their bond. More than anything, Qui-Gon's unconditional acceptance helped to heal the raw and aching places inside the younger man.

"Where's Mace?" Obi-Wan asked, pulling back a bit to look around.

"Right here, Obi," Mace said. He walked over to where the two men stood and suddenly found himself pulled into a fierce hug.

"What were you doing way over there?" the young man asked, managing to sound slightly put out.

"I thought you two might want a few moments alone together," Mace said. "I thought..."

"Does our master need to scold you as well?" Obi-Wan asked. He knew full well what his lover had been thinking.

"That's quite all right," he replied. He could feel the love directed at him from both men. Even after all they had both endured, that they could still comfort him was humbling.

"Enough of this," Yoda broke in. "Rest you need, young Obi-Wan. And meditate, your master must. His center, he needs to find again. Watch over him, we will."

"Yes, Master Yoda." Obi-Wan pulled away and went to do the ancient master's bidding. He knew his master needed time right now, but with his own violation still fresh in his mind, he was reluctant to be parted from him. Only the knowledge that Mace would remain with their master gave him the strength to walk away.

"Thank you, Adi," Mace said once the door had closed behind Obi-Wan.

"You are more than welcome, my friend," she replied. A shudder ran through her as she remembered. Cleaning the room where the attack took place had been the most horrific thing she had ever been through. The sheer amount of blood that soaked into the mattress alone was staggering. She had taken one look at it and ordered it removed and burned. A brand new bed was now in its place.

"What did you do with his saber?" Qui-Gon asked quietly.

"I placed it in the top dresser drawer in his room," she answered.

"Is... is it..." Qui-Gon trailed off, unable to bring himself to say the words.

"I cleaned it myself," she said. "No trace of Bruck or the attack remains on it."

"Thank you," Qui-Gon said.

"Come, Padawan," Yoda said to him and held out his small, green hand. "Time to meditate, it is. Find your center again, we shall."

"Yes, Master."

Mace and Adi withdrew into the kitchen, leaving master and padawan alone. Though a master he may be, Yoda was still bothered by what had taken place today. His padawan had been injured. And when the padawan felt pain so did the master.

A soft touch on Mace's arm drew his attention away from the common area and back to his companion. Adi was looking at him with concern. She could see how much this was affecting the man. His desire to be strong for his lovers was commendable, but it was costly.

"Are you all right, my friend?" she queried gently.

"No," Mace said with a derisive snort. "But I will be."

"Would you like to talk about it?" she prompted.

"You're probably the only one I can talk about it with," Mace said. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I certainly can't talk to either of them about it. I love them. And I know they both love me. But we may never have back what we had before. Oh, I know Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon will both overcome this, but... when all is said and done, I wonder what place I will have. If any."

"Mace..." Adi began, but he stopped her.

"I know I may be a bit premature here," he said. "I also know that there is a very real possibility that things may need to go back to just the two of them."

"And if that happens, what will you do?" she asked.

"The same thing I'm doing right now, I guess," he said. "Be their friend. Be there for them. Be happy for them."

"Will it be enough?"

"It will have to be."

In the common room, Yoda sat down on the floor opposite his kneeling padawan. Taking the big man's hands in his own, the tiny master set about guiding him. He had not guided his padawan in a meditation in many years, yet they fell back into it with ease. That Qui-Gon could still trust another so openly spoke volumes for the man's mental state.

It was some hours later before master and padawan emerged from their trance. Mace and Adi had long since moved back into the room. When Qui-Gon opened his eyes, they could see the peace there. The last vestiges of Koon's probe now dealt with.

"Escort me to my quarters, Master Gallia will," Yoda said as he stood to leave. Adi took that as her cue and stood to leave as well.

"If you have need of us, you have but to call," she said.

"Expect a visit from Master Koon, you will," Yoda said. "Wish to apologize he does. But wish to be killed by your mate, he does not."

"Yes, Master," Qui-Gon said with a smile.

He saw the two masters out then walked over to where Mace sat. Spreading his lover's knees apart, he knelt down in front of him. Silently, Mace reached out and enfolded him in his arms. They stayed that way for long minutes as they sent comfort and strength back and forth across their bond. Mace knew in his heart then, that if all he had from this moment on was their friendship, it would be more than enough.

"Come on, Qui. Let's get you to bed before you fall asleep like this," Mace said as he pushed the man back.

"A bed would be a blessing," his lover replied. "The chairs in the infirmary are not designed to be slept in."

The two men walked into the bedroom hand in hand. They both stopped to look at Obi-Wan, asleep in the center of the big bed. He had stripped down to his sleep pants and nothing more. They tried to take that as an encouraging sign, that he had not slept completely dressed, but they knew their lover preferred to be naked. Something else taken from the young man.

With a soft sigh Mace knelt down to help Qui-Gon with his boots. Once he had those off, he stood and began to remove robe and tunics. Qui-Gon started to push his hands away, whispering something about being able to undress himself, but Mace just glared at him. The quicker he got the man undressed and into bed, the less chance there was of waking Obi-Wan.

When Qui-Gon was down to his leggings, Mace pushed him toward the bed, then bent to retrieve the scattered clothing. He folded everything and placed it in a pile beside Obi-Wan's. He took one last look at his lovers laying together on the bed and turned to leave.

//Where in the Sith hells do you think you are going?// Qui-Gon hissed along their bond.

//I thought...// Mace began but Qui-Gon quickly cut him off.

//If you wake him with this nonsense I will do considerably more than scold you. Do you understand me?//

Mace opted to act rather than speak. As quickly as he could, he removed his boots, then started on his clothing. He could feel the anger directed at him from Qui-Gon and was ashamed. He had not meant to upset the man.

//He needs you right now,// Qui-Gon went on. //He needs to know he has your acceptance. In case you missed it, he's fallen for you just a bit. He needs to know you still want him.//

//Of course I still want him!// Mace shouted along the bond. How dare he suggest he no longer wanted to be with them. //But I am no fool, Qui-Gon. I know when the healing is over there may well be no place for me here. And I will not push him into something he does not want. Or can not handle.//

//I understand your concerns,// Qui-Gon sent, trying to soothe him. //But let that decision be his. I think you are wrong about your place here. I believe it is more stable than you think.//

//I love him, Qui. Force help me, but I love him.//

//I know. I know.//

The days passed and slowly Obi-Wan came back to himself. Master Koon paid them a short visit, apologizing again to both master and padawan for his behavior. Obi-Wan had been skeptical, the memory of his master trembling on his knees refusing to be laid to rest. Only Qui-Gon's seeming acceptance and understanding gave Obi-Wan pause. If his master could forgive the other man then he knew he could do no less. But Obi-Wan made it quite clear that should Master Koon try to harm his lover again, he would make good his threat.

It was several days before the Council reached a decision regarding Bruck's fate. When they did, Yoda and Adi came personally to deliver the news. They were both deeply concerned about how all three men would handle it.

"Come to speak to you we have," Yoda said as he and Adi stepped inside. "Sit down, we should."

"Is it... is it about Bruck?" Obi-Wan asked, his insides going cold.

"The Council has reached a decision," Adi said gently. "Though I must say it is one I do not entirely agree with."

"Agree with or not, our decision it was," Yoda said. He had not agreed with the decision either, but would go along with it nevertheless.

"Tell me," Obi-Wan commanded softly as he sat down on the couch between his lovers. He reached a hand out to each man and found them immediately seized. Drawing what strength he could, he waited for the words.

"Decided we did, that decision should be yours, young one," Yoda said bluntly.

"What?" Mace gasped. He could not believe what he had just heard. How could they put that kind of burden on him? Did they not realize what they were asking? And why was he just hearing about it now?

"A choice you have," Yoda continued. "Rehabilitation or execution. Tried to murder you, he did. Within your right it is to exact justice."

"Obi-Wan, if you do not wish to make this decision, you can refuse," Adi said. "I would even go so far as to recommend that you do. None of this has been easy for you and to ask you to decide your... attacker's... sentence is beyond absurd."

"I thank you, Master Adi," Obi-Wan said, trying his best to recover. Of all the things he had expected to hear, this was not it. He noticed that his master had yet to speak and turned his head to look at him.

Qui-Gon's face was set. In essence, it betrayed nothing, but to those who loved him it showed the depth of his turmoil. Gently, Obi-Wan reached up to stroke his master's face. Qui-Gon jerked back from the touch then looked at his lover.

"And what say you, my Master?" Obi-Wan asked.

"The decision is yours, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said after a moment's pause. "I will think no different of you regardless of what you do or do not choose. If you wish to do this, I will stand by you as always. And if you wish to refuse, I will stand by that, as well."

"Mace?" Obi-Wan said without turning.

"I agree with Adi," Mace said with a sigh. "I think the Council should never have let the decision fall to you. And I will be voicing that opinion to them just as soon as I can. However, the choice is yours, and like Qui-Gon, I will stand by whatever decision you make."

"So if I say kill him, you will both abide by that?" Obi-Wan pressed.

"Yes," Qui-Gon answered without hesitation. A small part of him hoped against hope that Obi-Wan *would* choose to have Bruck executed.

"Exactly what would this rehabilitation consist of?" Obi-Wan asked, turning his attention back to the Yoda and Adi.

"Remain on Coruscant he would," Yoda explained. "Until Darkness in him is healed. Remain under observation for two standard years. Be evaluated frequently, he would. Allowed to return to field duty for at least one year, he would not be."

"And his master?" Obi-Wan asked. For surely Bruck's master had to have known *something* of what was in her student's heart.

"Be evaluated, she will," Yoda said.

"And who decides that he's healed?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice growing bitter. "Who decides he's no longer a danger?"

"By the Council, it would be decided," Yoda said.

"And the healers," Adi added.

"And me," Obi-Wan said firmly. "I want final say as to whether he's healed or not. I want him to have to face me."

"That is acceptable," Adi said.

"Are you sure about this, Obi?" Mace asked in concern.

"As sure as I can be about anything right now," Obi-Wan responded. "I know I can't just order his execution. No matter how much I might want to. My master taught me better than that. But I find I am no longer willing to trust the judgment of others where Bruck is concerned. Let him convince me he's no longer an enemy."

Yoda and Adi left a short time later to inform the Council, and Bruck Chun, of Obi-Wan's decision. Both masters were impressed with the young man's courage and determination. A fine Jedi knight he would make one day, indeed.

Obi-Wan leaned back on the couch after the two Council members left. He tried to center his swirling emotions to sort through them, but all he could feel was overwhelming exhaustion. He had not expected to get any say in Bruck's fate. He only hoped he made the right decision.

"Are you all right?" Qui-Gon asked, breaking him out of his revere.

"No," Obi-Wan replied truthfully. "But I will be."

"Is there anything I can do?" Mace asked, knowing there was nothing but needing to ask just the same.

"You're already doing it, my friend," Obi-Wan said. "Just sit here with me for a bit and let me draw strength from you."

In the end, they fell into a brief sleep like that with the two masters on either side of the padawan. They had slept like this in Qui-Gon's bed a few times since the attack. Mostly, Mace retired to his own rooms at the end of the day, giving master and padawan the time and space they needed to heal. Right now though, Obi-Wan needed love and support and Mace was only too happy to give it.

Slowly but surely, their lives were being put back together. Obi-Wan's nightmares began to lessen, as the horror began to fade, though no one mentioned the lightsaber that was still tucked safely away inside a drawer. Even without that, there were still plenty of hurdles to overcome. The first morning Qui-Gon awoke to find himself hard and pressing against Obi-Wan's backside, he had been mortified. It had taken Obi-Wan and Mace both over an hour to soothe him and assure him that he had not harmed the younger man in any way.

For his part, Obi-Wan was delighted. It was the first show of sexuality on the part of either of his lovers since his attack. If nothing else, it showed that his master still desired him, something he had started to doubt as Qui-Gon steadfastly refused to show any sign of it.

Mace, too, was relieved. He had been worried about Qui-Gon and had been wondering if the man would ever be able to have sex with his padawan again. Mace could not even fathom the emotional damage that sort of rejection would have done to both men.

Obi-Wan awoke bright and early for a change. He knew it was early because his master was still sleeping soundly beside him. Mace had once again spent the night in his own quarters. He wished his lover understood that he wanted him here. But Mace seemed resolved to giving them space. If Obi-Wan wanted space, he would be on a ship. What he wanted was his lovers. Both of them. It looked like he was going to have to have a talk with Master Windu very, very soon.

Stifling a yawn, he looked down his body and was startled to see an erection firmly outlined in his sleep pants. In the weeks since the attack, this was the first time he had gotten hard. A jumble of emotions swirled through Obi-Wan as he reached down to touch himself. He had been wondering if he would ever get hard again. Happily, it looked like he had his answer.

Tuned in to his padawan in case the nightmares should return, Qui-Gon awoke quickly. A hasty look at his lover showed the young man was wide-awake and smiling. When the Jedi master glanced at his lover's body, he knew why. Qui-Gon felt his own penis begin to harden at the sight of his lovely padawan stroking himself through his pants. He tried to squash his desire, but it had been so long.

Obi-Wan turned his head to look into his master's eyes. Raw desire spiked between them and Qui-Gon groaned in pent-up need. Reaching out with his other hand, Obi-Wan gently traced the outline of his lover's phallus through the man's pants. The resulting tremors that wracked Qui-Gon's body were quite gratifying.

"Pull down your pants so I can touch you," Obi-Wan instructed as he pushed his own down.

"Are you sure, love?" Qui-Gon asked, needing so badly but not wanting to push.

"Oh yes, my Master," Obi-Wan whispered huskily. "Let me do this for you. For us."

"Please," Qui-Gon breathed as he pushed his pants down as Obi-Wan had asked.

Neither man heard the door to their quarters open as Obi-Wan's hand closed around his lover's hardness. Nor did they hear the bedroom door slide open as the young man began to stroke both their members in a strong rhythm that quickly brought them both to the edge.

Mace stood in the doorway and watched his lovers pleasure themselves. To see Obi-Wan like this again brought tears to his eyes. A part of him yearned to join them, but a much larger part demanded he give them this. Silently, he moved back out of the doorway and let the door close behind him.

Obi-Wan could feel his orgasm approaching and knew his master was not far behind. He thought the almost continual moaning coming from the other man was the most erotic sound he had ever heard. Quickening his pace just slightly, he tightened his grip, determined to bring them both to climax.

It did not take long. With a strangled cry Qui-Gon came, spilling his seed over Obi-Wan's hand and onto his own body. His young lover followed closely on his heels, his own cum showering his chest and stomach. Both men lay trembling with aftershocks as Obi-Wan milked them both softly. This time when the door opened, two heads turned toward it.

"I thought you might like some breakfast," Mace said. He took in the sight of them, covered in their own cum, and his throat tightened.

"Breakfast sounds lovely," Obi-Wan purred. "But why don't you join us for an appetizer first."

"Are you sure?" Mace asked, repeating Qui-Gon's earlier question.

"Oh yes," Obi-Wan replied.

Mace wasted no time in moving to the bed. He could feel his desire spiking within him and tamped it down. This would go where Obi-Wan led it, nowhere else.

"Tell me again," Obi-Wan said. Mace looked at him in confusion for a moment before Obi-Wan continued. "What you told me in the infirmary. You promised to tell me again. Tell me now. Please."

"I... I love you," Mace said, his throat tight with emotion. "Oh Force, I love you."

"Lick us clean," Obi-Wan whispered to him. Mace had to stifle a groan at the thought of being with his lovers again, of him licking their semen from their chests. Carefully, he knelt down on the bed and began to lick first Qui-Gon then Obi-Wan clean.

Obi-Wan could see Mace's neglected erection outlined in his leggings. His master's erection had renewed itself thanks to Mace's agile tongue, too. Reaching out, Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's hardness in one hand and stroked Mace's with the other.

"You... you don't have to," Mace managed to say as desire and pleasure shot through him.

"Let me love you," Obi-Wan commanded softly. He wanted this, wanted to do this for his lovers. And they obviously needed it.

With trembling hands, Mace undid the ties to his leggings and pushed them down. He cried out when Obi-Wan's hand closed over his hot flesh. He had needed to have his lover touch him again so badly. Arching into the touch as much as he could, he bent his head back to the task of cleaning his lover.

All too soon, it was over. Obi-Wan could tell when his two lovers were close and aimed their cocks so that their cum landed on his chest and stomach. Once again the young man found himself covered in semen, only this time it was not his own. When the worst of the shudders had passed for the two men, Obi-Wan spoke.

"Lick me clean," he said again.

"Yes," Mace said as he moved quickly to obey, grateful for the chance to taste his love's flesh again. Qui-Gon's hand stopped him.

"May I help?" he asked.

"Please," Obi-wan moaned, eager to feel his lovers touching him again.

Obi-Wan felt like he was in heaven. Both of his lovers were licking their semen from his body. He felt his cock begin to stir again, but ignored it. He wanted to enjoy the feel of their mouths on his body. His cock would just have to wait.

When they had cleaned all of their combined cum from his body, both men pulled back. Qui-Gon reached for Obi-Wan's renewed erection, but his padawan stopped him. He was content as he was and had no desire to come again, regardless of his body's obvious state.

"Later," he said to their questioning looks. "First I want a kiss, then I want the breakfast Mace mentioned earlier." Both of his lovers were more than happy to comply.

"I'd like to make love tonight," Obi-Wan said softly. The three men were curled up on the couch together simply enjoying each other's nearness. Obi-Wan's soft-spoken words took them all by surprise. It had been over a week since the incident in their bedroom where Obi-Wan had brought them all to completion. Since then, he had not shown the least interest in the sexual side of their relationship, though he did get erections again. Both masters had been willing to wait, giving him all the time he needed. Apparently, Obi-Wan did not want to wait any longer.

"Are you sure, love?" Qui-Gon asked. He hated asking almost as much as Obi-Wan hated being asked, but he had to be sure. He would not risk pushing his young lover into something he was not yet ready for.

"As sure as I can be," Obi-Wan answered. That was becoming his mantra of late, but it was the truest answer he could give.

"As you wish, most loved," Qui-Gon said and pulled him to him for a kiss.

"I'll give you two some privacy," Mace said and stood up to leave. He made it exactly two strides before Obi-Wan tore his mouth from Qui-Gon's.

"Damn you, Mace Windu!" he snarled at the other man. "Does the thought of touching me repulse you so much?"

"What?" Mace asked in confusion. Repulse him? Was the boy serious?

"If you no longer wish to... to be my lover, say so," Obi-Wan said. "I will understand. I know... I know how you must view me now..."

"That's not true!" Mace roared as he rounded on the young man. He moved quickly to stand before the two startled Jedi then sank to his knees and gripped Obi-Wan's shoulders tightly. "Don't you ever, ever say anything like that again! Do you hear me? I love you. You do not repulse me. I want nothing more than to take you in my arms and love you. As to how I view you now, I view you as the strongest and most compassionate man I have ever known."

"Then why do you always leave?" Obi-Wan asked, genuinely confused.

"I... I didn't want to make things harder on you than they already are," Mace said. "I know how difficult this is for you. I have no wish to compound that. I also know that there is a very real chance you will no longer wish to continue our rather... unorthodox... relationship."

"I see," Obi-Wan said. "To ensure there are no misunderstandings, I will use small words. I. LOVE. YOU. I want you in my life. I want you in my bed. I know things will not be easy. But I am selfish. I want both of my lovers. I thought what we had was worth it. If you disagree, tell me now."

"It was... is... worth it," Mace said quickly. He could feel the anger coming from his young lover. He looked to Qui-Gon for help, but the other man just shook his head. He was on his own.

"Do you love me?" Obi-Wan demanded suddenly.

"Yes," Mace answered simply.

"Perhaps I should rephrase," Obi-Wan said. "Are you in love with me?"

"Yes. Force help me, but yes," Mace said.

"Good," Obi-Wan said. "It would be rather awkward if you did not feel the same. I know we weren't supposed to, but somewhere along the way we fell in love with each other. Qui-Gon accepts it, is almost glad for it, I think. So why do you fight it?"

"I don't want to come between you," Mace replied. "I won't do that. I'll leave first."

"Funny, I rather thought you were completing us rather than coming between us," Qui-Gon said, speaking up for the first time. "And if I recall, you are the one that's been holding us together these past few weeks."

"I..." Mace trailed off, unsure what he wanted to say.

"We love you, Mace," Qui-Gon said. "Both of us. Just as you love us. I told you before to let it be Obi-Wan's decision. Well, it looks to me like he's decided. So stop fighting it already."

"Yes, Master," Mace said softly.

"Now, will the two of you PLEASE take me to bed?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Yes, Master," the two men said together. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say something when he found himself hoisted up into Mace's strong arms. He moved purposefully toward the bedroom with Qui-Gon right behind him.

Mace lay Obi-Wan in the center of the bed and crawled up beside him. He kissed the younger man hungrily, letting all his frustrated desires come through. He groaned when Obi-Wan's tongue snaked out to shyly caress his own. His cock began to harden almost immediately. It had been so very, very long.

Qui-Gon stood in the doorway and watched his lovers on the bed. The passionate kisses they shared caused his own long neglected desire to spike. Oh, to see his Obi-Wan like this again. With smoldering eyes, Qui-Gon broke free of his self-imposed paralysis and moved to join the two men.

Mace felt the bed dip and knew Qui-Gon had joined them. Pulling his mouth away from Obi-Wan's, he turned the other man toward his master and moved back. His hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and sash, eager to be free of the confining material. His eyes never left his lovers as they kissed and touched and pleasured each other.

As soon as Mace was naked, Qui-Gon pulled back and began to disrobe. Obi-Wan had only a moment of longing before his mouth was captured by Mace's again. Qui-Gon made short work of his clothes and soon both men were able to concentrate on divesting one padawan of his.

With great patience, the two men began to slowly strip their lover. Gentle kisses covered each bit of flesh as it was exposed. They hesitated at his leggings, giving the young man an opportunity to protest. Obi-Wan's shy smile and prominent erection gave them all the reassurance they needed. Almost reverently, the leggings were removed, leaving Obi-Wan naked before his lovers. Both men paused to drink in the sight of their Obi-Wan for a moment, the long braid trailing over his right shoulder almost to his navel, the flushed skin that glowed in the soft light, and the beautiful erection laid bare for all to see. He was a vision to behold and they were so very thankful.

"How do you want us?" Mace asked, finally breaking the silence.

"I want to make love like we used to," Obi-Wan said.

"Are you certain, love?" Qui-Gon asked. "There are many ways we can make love. There is no need to rush."

"I want to," Obi-Wan replied. "I may be a bit nervous, but I do want this."

Before, whenever the three of them were together, Obi-Wan almost always ended up as the bottom. For both of them. He wanted that back. He wanted to be able to give himself to his lovers completely. He wanted them to possess him again without the specter of Bruck's attack casting a pall over it.

The two masters looked at one another, weighing his request. There was not much to consider. Under the best of circumstances there was little either man would refuse their young lover. Right now there was practically nothing they would not do for him. Even if they did think he was rushing things a bit.

With deliberate slowness, Mace leaned forward to taste Obi-Wan's mouth again. Meanwhile, Qui-Gon leaned down to run his tongue over the young man's nipple. Obi-Wan moaned at the feeling of that warm, wet tongue on his flesh. Only when that nipple was stiff and hard in his mouth did Qui-Gon move on to the other. He gave it the same gentle laving until it, too, stood up stiff and hard.

Obi-Wan was moaning into Mace's mouth as they continued to kiss. When Qui-Gon moved his head lower, abandoning Obi-Wan's nipples to work his way downward, Mace took over. Reaching down, he gently pinched and rolled the pebbled flesh as they kissed, keeping Obi-Wan's desire at a fever pitch.

Qui-Gon moved his mouth lower and lower, nipping and licking his way across Obi-Wan's flat stomach. He paused at the young man's navel and dipped his tongue inside. He spent long moments sucking the tender spot, enjoying the sounds he and Mace brought out of the other man.

Obi-Wan began to tremble at the combined sensations on his body. His lovers' mouths were like fire, branding him everywhere they touched. To his over aroused body, it felt like there were mouths all over him. Touching him. Tasting him. Devouring him. It was one of the most intense things he had ever experienced.

Mace and Qui-Gon could feel their lover's arousal escalating and knew it was time to proceed. Lowering his head still further, Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan into his mouth, causing him to cry out at the sudden sensation. Qui-Gon, too, moaned at finally tasting his love. It was something he would never take for granted again.

It did not take long for Qui-Gon's skillful tongue to bring Obi-Wan release. Qui-Gon felt his lover convulse as he thrust his hips forward and cried out into Mace's mouth. Then his mouth was being filled with salty fluid. That it was his Obi-Wan's cum running down his throat made his own cock all the harder as he suckled gently, pulling the last of the fluid from the slowly shrinking shaft.

With infinite care, Qui-Gon disentangled himself from his lover. Mace pulled back as well and the two men gently turned Obi-Wan onto his stomach. They stroked his back and sides, reassuring him as they settled at each end.

As soon as he understood what they were doing, Obi-Wan strengthened his shields. Visions of Bruck crept before his eyes no matter how much he fought against them. It was as if he was back in his room, tied to his bed, completely at the mercy of another. When Qui-Gon spread his cheeks, his courage cracked.

"NO!" Obi-Wan cried out, hot tears coursing down his face. "Please, please, please, please, please..."

Mace and Qui-Gon jerked back from their lover, both startled and appalled. A second later, they were pulling him into their arms, rocking and soothing him. By the time Obi-Wan began to calm down Mace was about ready to summon the healers.

"Please, Obi-Wan, come back to us," Qui-Gon implored as he rocked his padawan. "I won't touch you like that again. I swear it. I'll never touch you like that again."

Bit by bit, Obi-Wan came back to himself. When his world finally righted, he was shocked to find that he was in his master's arms. Even more surprising were the tears streaming down Qui-Gon's face as he held him. Mace was there as well, looking every bit as stricken as Qui-Gon, though slightly more composed. It was then that Qui-Gon's words finally penetrated and he understood.

"Damn it, no!" Obi-Wan shouted, angry with himself for spoiling this. He found himself quickly released as his master backed away, thinking the young man's anger directed at him.

"Forgive me..." Qui-Gon began only to have his words die in his throat as sharp green eyes locked onto blue.

"Stop it!" Obi-Wan said sharply as he stood up and began to pace. He studied his now silent master for long moments before speaking again, this time much softer. "There is nothing to forgive you for, love. The fault lies with me."

"I swear to you, Obi-Wan, I will never touch you like that again. My honor on it," Qui-Gon whispered.

Mace cringed at his lover's words. He could understand Qui-Gon's reluctance, especially now. But to deny himself and their lover the physical expression of that love was appalling. He tried not to think about what that denial would do to both men's self-worth.

"Don't say that, Master. Please," Obi-Wan pleaded. "Don't let him take this from us."

"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon began only to be stopped by Mace.

"Enough. Both of you," he said. "We're all upset right now. Let's just take a moment to calm down, then maybe we can discuss this rationally."

Both men agreed and by unspoken consent they dressed and moved to the common room. Naked and in their bed was no way to have this discussion. Each man needed what small protection their clothing provided, even if only imagined. Once they were seated with tea in front of them, Mace began to speak.

"Obi-Wan, why don't you explain to us what happened," he suggested.

"I... I guess I had a flashback," the young man said. "All at once, I was back in my room with Bruck. I... I suppose I panicked."

"Oh, love," Qui-Gon said as tears filled his eyes. That his touch would remind his lover of his violation tore at him. "I'm so sorry..."

"Stop that!" Obi-Wan snapped. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Don't I?" Qui-Gon responded, the guilt welling up inside him once more.

"No," came the stubborn reply.

"Are you certain of that?" Mace asked. Obi-Wan just stared at him. How could he possibly think Qui-Gon was to blame for any of this?

"Explain," he demanded angrily.

"Perhaps you should let Qui-Gon explain just what it is he feels guilty about," Mace suggested. Then maybe they could get to the bottom of where Obi-Wan's sudden anger was coming from.

"Very well," Obi-Wan acquiesced. "Qui-Gon, exactly what are you sorry for?"

"I... I should never have left you," he whispered brokenly. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't left you gift-wrapped for that bastard you would have stood a chance. As it was..."

"You had no way to know..." Obi-Wan started to say.

"That doesn't matter!" Qui-Gon interrupted. "I still left you helpless while I ran off with Mace. Your safety was my responsibility. I should never have just left you there!"

"Well, there's nothing to do for it now, is there!" Obi-Wan yelled. His patience had been tried to the limit. "There is nothing to be done. There is no way to change the past. Talking about it and laying blame resolve nothing."

"Maybe there is," Mace spoke up. He waited until he had both men's attention before continuing. "Qui-Gon, you made a rather catastrophic error in judgement. An error that resulted in the severe injury of your lover. And you, Obi-Wan, whether you want to admit it or not, still retain some small amount of anger over it. From where I sit, it seems a punishment is in order."

"What?" Obi-Wan said in disbelief.

Without a word Qui-Gon slipped to his knees in front of his padawan. As soon as the words hadr and he could not. Qui-Gon needed this, needed it on a level that shocked Obi-Wan. He could not simply turn aside. Not in the face of such need. "You must understand, this will be much more harsh than your prior punishment."

"I understand. And I am sure, love."

"All right, then," Obi-Wan agreed. Maybe this would be what they needed to put this whole incident behind them. "But in the morning, not tonight. I am nowhere near calm enough right now."

The next day came all too quickly. The three men had spent the night together, cuddling on Qui-Gon's bed. Long after his mates had drifted off to sleep, Obi-Wan lay thinking. Qui-Gon wished a punishment to absolve him of his guilt. Obi-Wan knew it would have to be harsh and that it would have to push his master to his limits and beyond. He only hoped this would provide the healing they both so desperately needed.

Obi-Wan rose early to meditate. He left his lovers sleeping peacefully and made himself comfortable in the common room. He needed his head clear and steady for what was to come. Taking a deep breath, he quickly found his center and cast his worries to the Force.

Mace and Qui-Gon awoke alone. Both men scrambled from the bed and went in search of their lover. They relaxed when they found him quietly meditating. Taking their cue from the padawan, both masters sank to their knees and began to center themselves.

The three men came out of their meditations simultaneously. Each projected an air of calm serenity. Their meditations had done them good. Now it was time to discuss the business at hand. Knowing it was up to him to lead, Obi-Wan rose and motioned for his lovers to join him on the couch. Once they were seated comfortably, he began.

"Do you still wish to be punished for your mistakes, Qui-Gon?" he asked.

"Yes," Qui-Gon replied. He had spent a great deal of last night thinking on that very question. He remembered well how his last punishment session with Obi-Wan had gone. He knew this one would be even more harsh. He had real doubts as to whether or not he could get through it. But he knew he had to try.

"As you wish, then," Obi-Wan said. "I spent a long time thinking about what your punishment should be. I came up with two possibilities. The first is to have you tied naked in the Great Hall. Every padawan, knight and master in the Temple would then take their turn beating you with the instrument of their choosing."

Qui-Gon flushed and looked down. To be tied and beaten by all, from the youngest padawan to the eldest master would be his greatest humiliation. And he knew there were some in the Temple who would take great pleasure in his public debasement.

"The other option," Obi-Wan continued, "is for Mace and me to fist you. Granted, that choice is considerably more private. However, given your dislike of being penetrated, I think it would be a suitable punishment."

"As... as you wish," Qui-Gon gasped out. His mind was reeling at what his padawan had just said. To be forced to take the hands of both men inside his body would be agonizing, and not just in the physical sense.

"If you had a choice, which would you choose?" Obi-Wan asked. He had taken in his master's response to both punishments. But he had already known which one Qui-Gon would choose. He just wanted to hear the man say it.

"I... I would choose... I would choose the beating," he said finally.

"I know," Obi-Wan replied, his voice sorrowful. "And for that very reason, your punishment is the fisting."

Qui-Gon stared at his lover. He could see the conviction in Obi-Wan's eyes, as well as the desire to see this through for both their sakes. But what his lover was asking... He was not sure he could do it. He thought back to his last punishment session and how little it took to make him cry out.

"We will proceed today," Obi-Wan went on. "I have no desire to stretch the waiting out. It will only make you more apprehensive than you already are. Go into the fresher and clean up thoroughly. Inside and out. When you are finished, you will go into my room to meditate. You will find an object on the bed when you enter. That is to be the focus of your meditation."

"Yes, Sir," Qui-Gon replied as he numbly headed for the fresher. Swallowing thickly, he pulled out the supplies he would need. His mind flashed back to days past when he had been the one ordering a lover to perform this task. He knew how demeaning it could be, and knew he should be grateful Obi-Wan was not making it more humiliating than it already was. The young man could easily have demanded that he cleanse himself in front of him. That alone probably would have pushed him over the edge.

Once his inner body was as clean as he could get it, Qui-Gon stepped into the shower. He set the water to extra hot and let the pounding liquid soothe his tense body. He tried to relax. He would need to be as calm and centered as possible for what lay ahead. He had done this before with lovers and knew what to expect. He just never thought HE would be on the receiving end.

Qui-Gon stepped out of the fresher with a small towel draped around his hips. Obi-Wan had not said if he was allowed to dress again and he doubted that he was. He compromised with the towel, knowing he could easily discard it if Obi-Wan preferred him nude.

There was no one in the common room when he exited the fresher. He had hoped to share a moment with his lovers before beginning his meditation. Perhaps afterward there would be a moment they could share before his punishment began. He found he desperately needed their reassurance right now.

Qui-Gon hesitated outside the door to Obi-Wan's room. He had not been in here since the attack. Since there was something waiting for him on the bed, he knew at least one of his lovers had been inside. He felt his stomach tense at the thought of what that something could be. Visions of Obi-Wan's lightsaber flashed through his head and he reeled. He berated himself instantly, knowing his lovers would not be so cruel as to make him face that alone.

Steeling himself, Qui-Gon opened the door and stepped inside. As the door closed behind him, his eyes fell on the bed. What he saw almost made him almost dizzy with relief.

Obi-Wan's ponytail lay in the center of the bed. All at once the memories flowed through him. Seeing Obi-Wan bound and helpless with a Force inhibitor around his neck. Their first time together when Obi-Wan gave himself completely. Wearing the tail in public for the first time and how that had invariably led to Mace being in their lives. With a gasp, Qui-Gon sank to his knees. His breath came in harsh pants as he realized just what this meant.

Obi-Wan still wanted him. His beautiful Obi-Wan still wanted him and still wanted him *that* way. Though Qui-Gon knew he would be happy regardless of whether or not he ever dominated Obi-Wan again, the knowledge that his lover still wanted that from him was... liberating. He stayed on his knees just staring at the small object as the relief crashed over him, overwhelming him.

Suddenly, he was being pulled to his feet and settled onto the bed. His lovers sat on either side of him, touching and soothing him. Love and understanding flooded the link as both men held him tightly. Qui-Gon basked in the closeness, letting his own feelings flow back completing the circle.

"We will have that again, my Master," Obi-Wan said. "I will not allow him to take that from us."

"Have I told you how very proud I am of you, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked.

"I believe you have mentioned it," Obi-Wan replied with a smile.

"I love you," Qui-Gon said simply. "And my arrogance almost got you killed."

"Enough of this guilt, Qui," Mace said softly. "It's time to let it go."

"Which is what today is all about," Obi-Wan said resignedly. "You will be punished today so that you may release your guilt into the Force. Maybe then, we can heal."

Qui-Gon started to speak, but Obi-Wan stopped him. He disentangled himself from his lover's embrace and stood. Turning to face the man, he spoke.

"I love you, Qui-Gon Jinn. Do you accept me as the executor of your punishment?" the young man asked.

"I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I accept you as the executor of my punishment," Qui-Gon replied solemnly.

It was Mace's turn to stand then and repeat Obi-Wan's words. His face reflected nothing but calm, but inside he was in turmoil. He thought the punishment too harsh and said as much to his lover, but Obi-Wan refused to budge. He insisted this was something Qui-Gon needed. Mace hoped he was right.

"Your punishment will take place in this room and we will leave the guilt and the pain here," Obi-Wan stated as he held out his hand. The silver Force inhibitor gleamed wickedly in the harsh light. "Bare yourself to us and place this willingly about your neck."

Qui-Gon stood and did as his lover instructed. He laid the towel aside and slipped the band around his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut as his Force sense was abruptly cut off. He had not expected his lover to render him Force blind during the encounter. He wondered what else Obi-Wan had in mind that would surprise him.

"Get on your hands and knees," Obi-Wan commanded. When Qui-Gon moved to obey, Obi-Wan turned and began taking items from the dresser. Qui-Gon could not suppress the shudder that ran through him when his eyes fell on the large container of lubricant. It was the same kind he had used the last time he had fisted Mace so many years ago.

When Obi-Wan had things laid out to his satisfaction, he handed Mace a small metal brace. Taking the device, Mace knelt next to Qui-Gon and slipped it underneath him. Only when the other master pushed his face to the floor did Qui-Gon understand its purpose. In this position, the bar would bear some of his weight. It would also allow him to move even less. Humiliation surged through Qui-Gon as he realized he would be splayed open and helpless.

Obi-Wan moved over to the pair. Gently, he took his master's arms and pulled them behind his back. Using the softest rope he had been able to find, he bound the man from his elbows to his wrists. He could feel Qui-Gon trembling and took a moment to soothe him. Once the punishment began in earnest, there would be no comfort until it was finished.

"You are helpless before us," Obi-Wan said softly. "You can not call upon the Force. You can not move. You can not even collapse. You are held in place here for us to do as we wish to you. Do you accept this?"

"Ye... yes," Qui-Gon whispered.

"Tell me what you are feeling," Mace prompted.

"I am afraid," Qui-Gon answered.

"What are you afraid of?" Mace pushed. He needed to know. He had doubts as to whether Qui-Gon's psyche could take this.

"Of failing."

It was not much, but it was enough to satisfy both men. Obi-Wan moved to kneel directly behind his master. He motioned for Mace to move back as well. He did not want either of them in Qui-Gon's line of sight. He could not lean on them. He had to do this alone.

"You are going to be fisted, my Master," Obi-Wan began. "First you will take my entire fist into your body. You will then be allowed to briefly rest before Mace's turn. You will take his as well. Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, Sir," came the whispered reply.

Obi-Wan reached over and pulled the container of lubricant down beside him. Taking a generous amount onto his finger, he cast a glance at Mace and began to slowly insert it. The first finger slid in easily, but Obi-Wan took his time, making sure to massage the sphincter and spread the lubricating cream around as much as possible.

Qui-Gon was trying to center himself. He had only taken in one finger so far, but he knew what was to come and it was destroying his attempts at serenity. He could tell his lover was being as gentle with him as he could, taking his time and making sure he was ready. It eased his fears a little, but only a little. He truly did not know if he could do this thing his lover wanted. But to fail would be to fail his Obi-Wan. And he would rather cut out his own heart than fail his beloved.

Obi-Wan pulled his finger out, scooped up more of the lube and added a second. The two fingers slid in just as easily as the first and he could tell Qui-Gon was doing his best to relax. But where Qui-Gon was cut off from the Force Obi-Wan and Mace were not. They were both monitoring the bound man carefully. They could feel his fear and uncertainty. The thought that perhaps he was pushing his master too far ran through Obi-Wan's head as he carefully stretched the small hole. He quelled it ruthlessly. It was too late to turn back now. If he stopped now, Qui-Gon would think he failed. He had little choice but to continue.

"Keep an eye on him," Obi-Wan leaned over and whispered to Mace. He could see how badly Mace wanted to reach out and comfort their lover, stroke his back and tell him all would be well. That could not happen. For this to truly expunge Qui-Gon's guilt, he had to be as alone as Obi-Wan had been.

Obi-Wan pulled the two fingers out and added a third. Qui-Gon moaned as he felt himself stretching to accommodate the long digits. Pushing his fingers deep inside, Obi-Wan stroked the older man's prostate wringing a startled gasp from him. He kept that up for several minutes, until Qui-Gon's once limp penis was rock hard. Only then did he pull his fingers free.

Scooping up more lubricant, he formed a cone with four of his fingers and slowly pushed them inside. Qui-Gon moaned again as he felt himself stretch. This was the most he had ever taken inside himself. No one had ever stretched him like this before. He felt completely filled, as if Obi-Wan could not possibly add any more to him without pushing out parts of him in the process.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan whispered as he pushed his fingers inside to brush against the man's prostate. "Let the guilt go. There's no room for it now. There's no room for the guilt and my hand both. You must let part of it go."

Qui-Gon could not hold back a whimper as Obi-Wan expertly stroked his prostate. Even as his body was being taken so thoroughly, his penis was growing harder and leaking onto the floor. His hips tried to thrust, but his bonds held him almost completely immobile.

"Come for me, Master," Obi-Wan crooned. "Come for me and let the guilt out. As the come runs from your cock, let the guilt run from your soul."

Unable to hold back any longer, Qui-Gon cried out and came. His come splattered on the floor near his head and he could smell the heady fragrance of it. His mind was in a daze. He rarely came from being penetrated and then only with manual stimulation. To be bound and taken like this and made to come from it like a whore was degrading in the extreme.

When Obi-Wan pulled his fingers free, Qui-Gon was trembling. He and Mace both could feel the waves of humiliation emanating from the man. Mace reached a hand out to gently stroke his lover, but Obi-Wan stopped him. With a sigh, Mace let his hand drop. He satisfied himself with making sure Qui-Gon was not in too much distress. At least it was something he could do.

Obi-Wan waited until the tremors stopped before placing his fingers at Qui-Gon's opening again. It was time to take all five. He hoped his lover's orgasm had relaxed him some. If not, he doubted if he would be able to get his hand inside.

Slowly, he pressed his fingers in until his knuckles rested right outside his master's hole. He would not force this. He knew better. Keeping a steady pressure, he began to massage his lover's prostate again. Qui-Gon groaned at the spark of pleasure. His ass felt like it was being split open as Obi-Wan pushed forward. His cock, however, was taking a new interest in things, thanks to his prostate.

At last, Qui-Gon's ass seemed to almost suck Obi-Wan's hand inside. The long fingers instinctively curled over his thumb as his master took him in to the wrist. As soon as his hand was fully inside, Obi-Wan stopped. He marveled at the sensation of his entire fist enclosed within his lover's body.

A long, low moan, similar to the sound of an animal in pain, forced its way from Qui-Gon. It surprised even him, though it should not have. It was the same sound each of his previous lovers had made when he fisted them. It was the ultimate sound of his claiming.

As carefully as he could, Obi-Wan began to move his fist. He moved back and forth with short strokes, slowly lengthening them until he was touching the man's prostate on each one. He could feel the walls around his hand spasming and wondered what that must feel like for Qui-Gon. He cast a quick glance at Mace, but the man's attention was firmly fixed on their lover.

Qui-Gon began to tremble as Obi-Wan connected with his prostate over and over. Intense spikes of pleasure rolled through him as his body took in the invader. He could tell from Obi-Wan's determined assault that he was going to make him come again. The thought unnerved him. He did not want to come. He did not want to come with a man's fist inside him. He was not some whore to be used like this. He was a Jedi master, but here he was, on his knees, arms bound behind his back and a pool of his own semen drying by his face. He was theirs to do with as they wished. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Without warning, Qui-Gon cried out in surprise and came again. A small sob escaped him as his own cum landed just under his chin. Soon, that single sob turned into a torrent. He shook in his bonds as the tears spilled out. Tears of guilt and shame and regret. He had never felt so alone in all his life.

"And as your tears pour from your body," Mace whispered, his voice cutting through the haze of emotion, "let go your pain."

When the worst of the tremors had passed, Obi-Wan began to remove his hand. He used the same care he had when inserting it, knowing he could cause just as much damage taking it out as he could have putting it in. By the time he was completely out, Qui-Gon was trembling violently again. They let him be. They would give him a few minutes to calm himself as they prepared for the second half of his punishment.

Qui-Gon tried to calm his convulsing body as Obi-Wan withdrew his hand. He felt almost hollow inside, like his padawan had reached inside him and pulled something out. His guilt. It was his guilt that was being pulled out of him by his lover's fist. But it was his dignity and his pride, as well. Tears coursed down his face as he realized how completely humbled he was.

Silently, the two men switched positions. Mace took his reluctant place behind Qui-Gon's spread legs. He looked at the hole and was not surprised to find it gaping at him. His own fisting of Qui-Gon would go a bit quicker than Obi-Wan's. For that, he was glad. They needed to get this over with and get to the emotional support Qui-Gon was in desperate need of.

Seeing that Mace was ready to begin, Obi-Wan spoke.

"Master," he called out.

"Y... ye... yes," Qui-Gon replied brokenly.

"You have done well with your punishment," he soothed. "So very, very well. And it's almost over. All you have to do is take Mace's hand inside you. Are you ready?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to say no. He could not give any more. He just could not. They wanted too much from him. Obi-Wan wanted too much. He could not give this. He could not give himself away, not completely. But what choice did he have? To say no would be to fail Obi-Wan and Mace and, worst of all, himself.

"Go... go a... ahead," he said.

Scooping out some of the lubricant, Mace began. He started with two fingers and quickly progressed to three. Obi-Wan's own fist had stretched Qui-Gon considerably and the muscles had not contracted much yet. Three fingers quickly turned to four and Mace encountered a bit of resistance.

Taking his time, Mace slowly stretched him. He alternated between thrusting his long fingers in and out and burying them inside to wriggle back and forth over Qui-Gon's prostate. Mace was merciless in his manipulation of the small gland. He relentlessly pushed the man toward his third orgasm of the encounter. Even with leaving the more careful monitoring to Obi-Wan now, he could tell Qui-Gon was becoming fatigued. They needed to end this. Some things, however, could not be rushed. Not without consequences.

"Come for me, lover," Mace encouraged. "Come for me and cast away the guilt."

With a strangled cry, Qui-Gon came again, his guilt spilling out into the ever-widening pool on the floor. Mace wasted no time. He used the man's orgasm to quickly turn four fingers into five. Now came the hard part. His hand was considerably larger than Obi-Wan's. He would have to stretch Qui-Gon's body even further to get his fist inside.

Using a back and forth motion, rather than the steady pressure Obi-Wan had, Mace slowly worked his hand inside. Just as it had with Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon's body sucked Mace's fist inside. The same low, guttural sound forced its way out of Qui-Gon as Mace's fist came to rest inside him.

Mace could feel the walls of Qui-Gon's body spasming on his hand, just as Obi-Wan had. He let his fist rest there for a moment, enjoying the sensation and allowing Qui-Gon time to adjust. The man was trembling wildly and he could hear harsh sobs coming from him.

"Make him come, Mace," Obi-Wan leaned over and whispered. "He can't take anymore."

That was all Mace needed to hear. Reaching down to stroke Qui-Gon's cock, he brought the man to orgasm quickly. It was the first time either of them had touched his penis and it only took seconds to bring him off. Qui-Gon had all but collapsed, the brace being the only thing holding him up.

Qui-Gon was in agony, his soul split open before his lovers. They had taken everything he had to give. And still they had taken more, until they forced all the guilt from him. The guilt that now lay puddled on the floor. He had never felt so hollow in his life. It was as if nothing would ever fill him again.

Mace steeled himself to patience as he began to work his hand out of his lover's body. Once his hand was free, they quickly set about freeing their lover. Mace tore the Force inhibitor from his neck as Obi-Wan removed the ropes binding his arms. When the brace was removed, Qui-Gon began to collapse, but he was quickly pulled up into the arms of his lovers. They held him as he shook and sobbed in their arms, the last of his pain tearing its way out of his desiccated soul.

They cleaned Qui-Gon up first, then used the discarded towel on their own hands. It would do until they calmed him enough to get him into a bath. Helping the master to his feet, they guided the still-shaking man into the common room. Obi-Wan waited until Mace was seated on the couch with Qui-Gon securely in his arms before disappearing into their shared bedroom. He quickly returned with his master's sleeping robe. With Mace's help, and a little use of the Force, they managed to get him into it.

Obi-Wan tried not to let his worry show as he sat beside his lovers. Qui-Gon was still trembling violently and he clung to them as if they were the only things keeping him from going under. Obi-Wan sent a delicate tendril of Force along their bond. He drew back instinctively at what he found, his shocked eyes locking with Mace's.

Qui-Gon's shields were gone. All of them. His entire mind yawned open before them, ripe for the plundering.

Recovering from his shock, Obi-Wan quested forward again. He kept his probe to the outskirts of Qui-Gon's mind, unwilling to breach the man's shattered defenses. He was trying to catch of glimpse of Qui-Gon's emotions. He needed to know what his lover was feeling right now. Maybe it would help them to reach him.

All at once, it slammed into him. Obi-Wan rocked under the wave of emptiness that washed over him. He reacted immediately. He sent a tidal wave of love to combat the overwhelming emptiness his lover was drowning in. On the fringes of his awareness, Obi-Wan could tell Mace was still holding Qui-Gon, trying to give him physical comfort while he took care of the emotional.

Slowly, the emptiness seemed to recede as Obi-Wan poured all of his love into their link. Unconditional love, support, trust and devotion slid along their bond, filling up the places Qui-Gon's guilt had once laid claim to.

//Obi-Wan?// Qui-Gon said cautiously.

//Yes, love.// Obi-Wan replied, weak with relief.

"I was so empty..." Qui-Gon said aloud.

"We know," Mace replied, never stopping the gentle rocking motion as he soothed his lover.

"I never realized how much it was eating me alive," Qui-Gon whispered as he let himself be held.

They stayed like that until Qui-Gon's tremors had ceased entirely and he had managed to erect at least minimal shields. Only then did Mace slip from the couch to draw a bath for his lover. He made the water warm and added some of Qui-Gon's favorite scented oil. On his way back out to the common room, he stopped to light the few small candles they kept scattered about. Qui-Gon, more so than he or Obi-Wan, seemed to enjoy the candles.

"Your bath is ready," Mace said when he returned.

"Bath?" Qui-Gon asked quizzically.

"We would like to bathe you, if you would let us," Obi-Wan said softly.

With a nod of his head, Qui-Gon agreed and let himself be helped from the couch. He felt as weak as a newborn as his lovers supported his weight. It was not a feeling he was accustomed to. For a moment, he thought his own weight had somehow been transferred to his lovers. He wondered if they could hold up under the strain.

Qui-Gon's jumbled thoughts were interrupted when they reached the fresher. He unconsciously relaxed as the warm scents assailed him. He did not say a word as Mace and Obi-Wan slowly removed his robe then lowered him into the fragrant water.

With the same solemn care they would have shown to the most honored of Jedi rituals, the two men bathed their lover. While their touch was loving, there was nothing sexual about it. What they were doing now, what they had been doing all along, had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with laying the past to rest.

EPILOGUE: 6 months later

Qui-Gon and Mace waited anxiously for their lover to return home. They did every time he went to see Bruck. He had started it a few months ago, sporadic visits that were now a weekly ritual. Sometimes he would observe from afar as Bruck underwent counseling or worked out in one of the training rooms. Neither of his lovers was happy about it, but they did not try to stop him. It was something he needed to do. The thing that bothered the Jedi masters the most, though, was Bruck's awareness of Obi-Wan. No matter what Obi-Wan did or where he observed from, Bruck always knew he was there. And he always acknowledged that awareness. It was as if they had a link of some sort, which was something Qui-Gon did not even want to consider.

Both men looked up when Obi-Wan walked in. He was tightly shielded from them. And he was dripping wet. For long minutes no one spoke.

"I... I seem to have shorted out my saber again, Master," Obi-Wan said finally.

"No," Qui-Gon said as he realized just what his lover was intending. There was no way he could re-enact *that*. He just could not.

"I understand," Obi-Wan said softly, his head hung in defeat.

"Oh, love," Qui-Gon sighed. The look of defeat on his lover's face was more than he could bare. "Do you remember our first time together? The first time you trusted me enough to give yourself to me completely?"

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied.

"Then perhaps it is time you showed me that trust again," Qui-Gon said softly, his voice taking on a seductive purr that made Obi-Wan's groin tighten.

Silently, Obi-Wan began to strip. Qui-Gon watched as his lover's trembling hands slowly divested himself of his clothing. He quested along their bond and found a bit of apprehension. He would have to monitor that carefully. It could too easily turn to real fear.

//Should I leave?// Mace whispered along their link. While he no longer doubted his place with his lovers, there were times tha inhibitor. Naked, Obi-Wan knelt before his master and held out his hand.

"Prove to me that you really want this," Qui-Gon commanded softly, using the same words he had spoken so long ago. "Place that on by your own hand."

Once again Obi-Wan did not hesitate, but quietly attached the band to his throat. He had a moment of deja vu as the Force was cut off from him, but pushed it down. He needed this. His master needed this. Hell, even Mace needed this.

Qui-Gon smiled at his lover. To see the trust shining in this beautiful young man's eyes again took his breath away. His quiet courage and simple dignity were humbling. He would be the master Obi-Wan needed him to be. In this and in all things. With that thought, he placed a single kiss on his beloved's lips. It was time to begin.

"Hands behind your back," Qui-Gon instructed as he drew upon his memory. He would have to hedge some with Mace involved, but he would do this as verbatim as he could. As soon as Obi-Wan complied, Qui-Gon wrapped bands of Force around his wrists causing Obi-Wan to groan softly.

Qui-Gon freed his hard cock from the confining material of his leggings and reached out to grasp Obi-Wan's head. He grabbed the short hair tightly, holding the head firmly in place while he placed the tip of his cock at the other man's mouth. He was not surprised when the mouth remained stubbornly closed. Smiling at the memory of how much his lover liked this the last time, he used the thinnest tendril of Force to slip past the tightly clenched lips and begin to pry the jaws apart.

Obi-Wan felt his mouth being forced open and fought it as hard as he could, but there was nothing he could do. Qui-Gon laughed at the futile struggles as he continued slowly working the strong jaws apart. Mace moved over to stand beside him, watching as his lover's mouth was pried apart.

As soon as Obi-Wan's mouth was fully opened, Qui-Gon thrust forward, filling the young man with his flesh. Obi-Wan started to gag, and this time Qui-Gon let him as he thrust in and out roughly, taking his pleasure in his helpless lover's mouth.

"First, I'm going to fuck your mouth until I get tired of it," Qui-Gon said, repeating his words as he thrust forward deeply. "It's about time you learned how to suck a man's cock. By the time I'm done with you, boy, you'll be able to take my cock all the way down your throat like a good little whore. Then, I'm going to turn you over and fuck your ass raw."

Obi-Wan could not help but moan at the words Qui-Gon spoke. Like before, they went straight to his cock. He had needed this so badly. Had needed to be taken like this again. A small part of his mind still functioned enough to wonder what part Mace was going to play in this, but he pushed the thought away. He would play whatever part their master wanted him to. That knowledge was enough for Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon thrust in and out of the hot mouth and thought he had found heaven. He had missed this, too afraid to unearth memories better left buried. But, oh how he missed this. He closed his eyes against the sight of Obi-Wan on his knees servicing him, unwilling to come this soon. He was thrusting almost his entire cock into the young man's mouth, each time getting a little bit deeper. It has been awhile since Obi-Wan had done this and he did not want to move too fast. He almost lost it when he felt Obi-Wan lift his tongue and begin to caress the pistoning organ as much as he could manage.

"That's good, little whore," he murmured as he slammed forward again. He had a moment of trepidation as he wondered how Obi-Wan would take to being called that again. He had nothing to worry about as his lover moaned and pressed his tongue down harder. Qui-Gon felt the head of his penis slip into his lover's throat and growled as he was finally all the way in. "Your mouth feels so good. I could fuck you like this all day."

Obi-Wan began to whimper as he felt Mace's hand rest lightly on his throat. It took a moment for him to realize what the other man was doing. He was feeling Qui-Gon's cock as it slid into his throat. He was using his hand to feel Qui-Gon fucking his throat. If Obi-Wan could have cried out around the flesh in his mouth, he would have.

Qui-Gon looked down then and took in the wanton picture his lovers made. He could see the younger man's own cock standing out from his body as well as the prominent bulge in Mace's leggings. With a groan, Qui-Gon released the Force holding Obi-Wan's mouth open. The young man closed his mouth and sucked hard. It was more than enough to send Qui-Gon over the edge. He cried out and thrust in deeply as he came.

"So good, little whore," Qui-Gon said as he pulled his spent penis from Obi-Wan's mouth.

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan said meekly, his eyes downcast in the submissive posture Qui-Gon loved best.

"Share my taste with Mace, little whore," Qui-Gon instructed. He knew he was varying from the scene, but he needed to bring Mace into it. "Show him what a whore you are."

Obi-Wan turned his face toward Mace and opened his mouth. It was all the invitation he needed. In one fluid motion, Mace was kneeling before him and kissing him deeply, drinking in their master's essence. Obi-Wan cried out as the bottom of Mace's tunic brushed against his hard member.

"I take it you like having a man fuck your face," Qui-Gon said as he watched his lovers.

"I... I guess so..." Obi-Wan replied as Mace released him.

Pushing the other man out of the way, Qui-Gon reached out and grabbed Obi-Wan by the back of the head and pulled, forcing his head back at a painful angle. Obi-Wan could see the anger in those blue eyes and shuddered. This, *this* was what he had wanted!

"You guess so," Qui-Gon sneered. "You look like you're ready to come without even being touched, little whore. Don't you think it's about time you admitted it? Now say it."

"I... I like having a man fuck my face," Obi-Wan said softly.

"Just any man?" Qui-Gon asked as he released his grip and stepped back.

"NO!" Obi-Wan shouted in panic. "I didn't mean it like that. I... I like it when... when YOU fuck my face, Master."

"Better," Qui-Gon said. "But I think there's another cock you enjoy sucking, now isn't there?"

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan answered shyly.

"Then say it, my whore," Qui-Gon commanded, whisper quiet. "I want to hear you say that you like to suck cock."

"I like to suck cock, Master," Obi-Wan said.

"Let me hear you say how much you like having a man come down your throat," Qui-Gon said.

"I... I like it when a man comes down my throat, my Master," Obi-Wan parroted.

Qui-Gon turned from him then to regard Mace. He could tell the man was rock-hard and aching for release. Well, he would get it, but not the way he planned.

"Why are you still dressed, my pet?" Qui-Gon asked, his voice silky and teasing. "I thought I made it clear that I like my toys ready for my use."

"Ye... yes, Master," Mace replied after a brief hesitation. "I'm sorry, Master." He made short work of his clothes and soon stood naked under the Jedi master's glare.

"My whore just told me how much he likes the feel of man's cock down his throat," Qui-Gon smirked. "Would you care to indulge him?"

"Please, Master," Mace husked, his cock twitching at the thought.

"Would you like to suck his cock?" Qui-Gon asked, turning back to Obi-Wan.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied, his face going red. The thought of Qui-Gon watching him as he pleasured another sent another ripple through his groin.

"I don't think you really want this, little whore," Qui-Gon said suddenly as he moved across the room and sat down in favorite chair.

"What?" Obi-Wan exclaimed. How could his master think that?

"I think you'd rather I release you now," Qui-Gon continued.

"No," Obi-Wan cried out. "Please, Master."

"Hmm... I don't believe you. Perhaps you need to prove it to me."

"Pr...prove it, Master?" Obi-Wan repeated.

"Beg for it, little whore," Qui-Gon instructed. "Beg to feel his cock in your mouth, fucking your throat. Beg to have him take his pleasure in your helpless mouth."

"Please, please let me suck his cock," Obi-Wan began. His face still glowed red, humiliated at being made to beg for a man to humble him. "I... I want to feel him in my mouth. I want to taste him. I want to feel his cum as it slides down my throat. Please, Master, please let me suck him."

"Do it," Qui-Gon hissed. His lovers wasted no time in complying. In a single movement, Mace had stepped forward and thrust his long, dark cock inside. The pace was fast and furious as Mace took his pleasure. Watching Qui-Gon do this earlier, coupled with the man's words had driven him into a near frenzy of need.

Qui-Gon monitored them closely. When he felt Mace getting close, he whispered into his mind for him to pull out and come on Obi-Wan's face. Obi-Wan was surprised when Mace suddenly jerked his cock free of his mouth. He barely had time to get his eyes closed before the first jet of warm semen hit his face.

"Lick him clean," Qui-Gon ordered when the last of Mace's cum had been milked from his cock.

"Yes, Master," Mace replied as he dropped to his knees and began to lick his own cum from the young man's face.

"Share it with him," Qui-Gon commanded and Mace quickly obeyed. Obi-Wan groaned as he was finally able to taste his lover's cum. Mace wrapped his arms around the bound man and kissed him until Qui-Gon finally ordered them apart.

"Now I finish taking back what's mine," Qui-Gon said as he stood abruptly. Using the Force, he brought one of the kitchen chairs over to them. The last time, they had done this in Obi-Wan's room. Not this time.

Before Obi-Wan could voice a protest, Qui-Gon reached down and picked him up. He carefully lowered him over the back of the chair forcing Obi-Wan to stand on his toes to keep his weight off his stomach.

Kneeling behind him, Qui-Gon lifted the younger man's feet until they were off the ground. Using the Force once more, he secured each foot to a leg of the chair then released the man's arms from behind his back only to secure them to the front chair legs.

Mace inhaled sharply at the incredibly vulnerable picture Obi-Wan made. With Qui-Gon tying him off the ground, he was at the perfect height to be taken. He watched as Qui-Gon slicked his fingers with the nearby lube then plunged it into the young man's ass.

Even though he was expecting it, Obi-Wan bucked at the sudden intrusion. Qui-Gon laughed at the futile display and slapped his ass hard. The finger sawed back and forth roughly and Obi-Wan bit his lip to keep from crying out.

"Get on your knees and suck me," Qui-Gon said to Mace. "It's time you remembered who is master around here, too."

"Yes, Sir," Mace said as he dropped quickly to his knees. Qui-Gon's cock was hard again and he went to work on it immediately. He, too, had missed this interaction.

"Do you want to feel me inside you, little one?" Qui-Gon asked, needing to hear Obi-Wan say it out loud.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied truthfully.

"You truly wish to feel me fucking you, my whore?" the master sneered causing Obi-Wan to flush with embarrassment.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied softly.

"That's good," he said as he thrust his finger in hard. "Because I plan on fucking you. And what I want to feel most is you coming on my cock."

"Please, Master," Obi-Wan said, hoping his quick reply would reassure his mate. He could hear the concern in Qui-Gon's voice regardless of the words he spoke.

Qui-Gon jerked his finger out and shoved Mace backward roughly. With a jerk of his head he motioned for Mace to move to the front of the chair.

"Suck him," Qui-Gon ordered his padawan.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth quickly as Mace knelt down before him. At this angle it was impossible to get his entire length down the man's throat again, but Mace did the best he could. The feel of that hot, wet mouth on his cock was exquisite no matter how much he managed to get in. Knowing how his lover liked it, Mace set an almost brutal pace, holding onto Obi-Wan's ears as he plunged in and out. It was all Obi-Wan could do not to gag at the vicious onslaught.

Mace thrust in all the way and held it there. He could feel Obi-Wan trying desperately not to gag as he enjoyed the warm wetness surrounding him. Regretfully, he pulled back and slowed his thrusting. He knew their master did not want him to come yet. Setting a more relaxed pace, he waited for Qui-Gon to begin.

While Mace was busy taking Obi-Wan's mouth, Qui-Gon had continued to stretch him with his fingers. He knew their first time he had only used one. But he could not be that rough with his lover. Not yet and maybe not ever again. Obi-Wan would have to understand.

Obi-Wan was in heaven. It had been so long since his lovers had taken him like this. He had despaired of ever having this again with them. He knew there were those who would never understand the incredible pleasure he got from letting his lovers take him so violently. But what they failed to realize was that his lovers never took more than he gave. Bound, gagged and cut off from the Force, he was still the one in complete control.

Qui-Gon pulled his two fingers from his lover's body and replaced them with the head of his cock.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward hard, burying a third of his erection in his lover's tight body. Obi-Wan's scream was muffled by Mace's cock, but Qui-Gon heard it all the same. A quick check along their bond showed his lover in pain, but not of the unbearable sort. And Obi-Wan's arousal never waned.

Rubbing soothing circles on his lover's back, Qui-Gon thrust in until he was buried to the hilt. Obi-Wan moaned at the pain of the violent penetration. Qui-Gon stilled himself for a moment to allow his lover to adjust. He knew Obi-Wan wanted it painful this time, but he refused to injure the man. Once Obi-Wan's moans had quieted and he could no longer feel the young man's rectum spasming wildly on his cock, he began to thrust.

Obi-Wan tried to moan around Mace's cock again as Qui-Gon began to move, thrusting quick and powerful within his body. It hurt. Oh, Force, it hurt. But he needed it. Finally, he was beginning to feel whole again. He only hoped this was as good for his lovers as it was for him.

Qui-Gon could feel the pain/pleasure building within his lover. The more it built the faster he thrust until he was slamming into the other man. He could feel his own orgasm building again and this time, he would take Obi-Wan and Mace with him.

Reaching down, he grasped the man's angry erection and began to pump. Obi-Wan tried to howl at the sudden feel of his lover's hand on his cock, sending pleasant vibrations all along Mace's cock. He bucked forward and back as much as the Force bonds would allow. Oh, he had thought he would never feel like this again.

"Come for me, little whore," Qui-Gon said, his voice cutting through the fog in Obi-Wan's head. "Both of you, come for me."

And they did. Obi-Wan came thrashing in his bonds with Mace following a second later as he cried out and pumped his seed down his lover's throat. Then it was Qui-Gon's turn as he slammed home and filled the tight body beneath him with his seed. It was long minutes later before Qui-Gon felt steady enough to pull out of the trembling man beneath him. He was relieved that there was no blood this time. That was something else they would have to work back up to, if they ever managed to.

Wiping himself with the damp cloth he had brought in earlier, he moved back around and knelt beside Obi-Wan and Mace. Reaching into his tunic pocket, he pulled out a small bundle for Obi-Wan to see. It was his ponytail.

"You belong to me now, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Qui-Gon repeated his words as he closed his fist on the tail and kissed his lover's lips. He could taste Mace's cum and that, too, felt right.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied when Qui-Gon pulled back.

"Was it what you needed?" the Jedi master asked gently, needing to be sure.

"Yes, Master," the bound man replied. "You are everything I will ever need."

"There is one more thing I require of you, my whore," Qui-Gon said as he looked into sated green eyes.

"Anything, my Master," Obi-Wan replied, knowing what was to come.

"I have filled you with my seed," Qui-Gon said as he reached over and pulled a small rubber object to him. "For the rest of the day, you will wear this plug inside your body. I want to know that where ever you go, what ever you do, my seed remains inside of you."

Obi-Wan blushed bright red at his master's words. He blushed every time his lover said those words to him. It was one of his greatest joys, that he was allowed to carry his master's seed inside his body. He considered it the ultimate gift of his master's love.

Standing up, Qui-Gon moved back around behind him and began to gently insert the plug into the rather tender hole. He grimaced as Obi-Wan flinched slightly, but did not stop. He knew how much this meant to Obi-Wan and he would not deny him. And if he was being honest, he wanted the young man to feel it every time he moved, wanted him to have a reminder of just what had been done to him and by whom it had been done.

Once the plug was firmly seated, Qui-Gon released the Force bonds and he and Mace helped Obi-Wan to his feet. Supporting him between them, they moved to their bedroom where all three collapsed. In the morning they could talk about it. Right now, everything they needed was within their arms.

END.