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“I’ve prepared something special for you tonight, Anakin.”
Anakin hummed, “What kind of special?” He looked around, making sure no one was watching them, and, reassured, his tongue darted out to lick at Obi-Wan’s lips.
Obi-Wan took at step back, teasing, “You remember the fantasy you told me about?”
Anakin laughed, “Which one of them?”
“Oh, you’ll remember which one soon enough,” he smirked, something dark flashing briefly in his eyes. Obi-Wan tugged at his hand and winked, “Follow me.”
Entranced, Anakin followed Obi-Wan’s lead, almost bumping into his back several times in his eagerness, as he was dragged towards a location only known to his former Master. After a few minutes, Obi-Wan stopped suddenly in front of a nondescript black door, looked around the corridor to make sure nobody was watching them, and, as soon as the door slid open, he gently pushed Anakin inside.
The room was dark, and Anakin had to squint a little to let his eyes adjust, the corridor having been so bright just seconds before. But before he could appropriately take in his new surroundings, he felt Obi-Wan’s fingers slide down his spine and rest lightly on the small of his back. “Strip, my love.”
That’s when he understood Obi-Wan’s intentions. When they started this relationship, they agreed on a few code words that would allow them to shed their Jedi personas behind them temporarily, in favor of their new sexual dynamic. They had agreed on pet names they would call each other exclusively during their sexual rendezvous. One of them would say it first and the other had to reciprocate for them to move forward. Obi-Wan would call Anakin “my love”, and Anakin would call him “Master” – which, granted, he used to call him A LOT before, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out something else he’d want to call Obi-Wan during sex, and if it was a remnant of his sexual fantasies as a Padawan, then so be it. It suited their dynamic well anyway, Obi-Wan being the dominant one.
Anakin sucked in a breath in anticipation, reciprocated with a “Yes, Master”, and proceeded to disrobe with a newfound sense of urgency. He wished he could see his Master’s appreciative gaze on him while he rid himself of all these cumbersome clothes, but his eyes were still not well adjusted to the darkness. Despite it all, he could feel himself hardening and could not resist stroking his cock once or twice to relieve the pressure. His Master’s eyes seemed to notice the movement however, because he felt his hand being slapped away. “None of that, my love, you know the rules.”
Anakin was led to the center of the room. He couldn’t see much inside it; everything was shrouded in darkness, the only light source illuminating what could only be referred to as a throne. Lavish red velvet cushioned it and it was inlaid with what looked like rubies. Too busy staring at the throne, Anakin didn’t stop walking until he felt his Master’s hand on his chest, stopping them both mere feet away from the throne. “Don’t move, my love, I’m going to tie you up.” Anakin swallowed, arousal slithering down his spine all the way to his cock, “Okay, Master.”
Anakin felt his Master smirk, after having probably noticed the way his words had hardened Anakin’s cock, and he felt him crouch low to tie Anakin’s right ankle to a cuff, and then the left one to a second cuff. Anakin gasped; he hadn’t noticed the cuffs nor the metal chains they were attached to. If he squinted, he could see that the chains were bolted to the floor, that they were long enough to allow him to take a few steps without falling. It seemed like his Master didn’t want him to stand completely still once they started to play.
“Is this okay, my love? Are the cuffs too tight?” his Master inquired as he stood up.
“No, Master, they’re perfect. But I don’t understand the point of this. Why are you tying my feet?” Anakin shuffled his feet, looking down at the mechanism.
He felt his Master’s fingers grab his chin and lift it back to make eye contact, “Patience, my love. You know not to question my judgement.” Anakin inhaled sharply, nodded. “Great, now can you lift your arms for me and hold them above your head?” Anakin nodded again and did as he was told. He couldn’t wait for all this foreplay to be over, his cock was aching and dripping already and as his Master got closer and stretched to reach for something above him, Anakin stepped forward to rub his cock against his Master’s body, despite him being clothed still. Rubbing against anything was okay, really.
As more cuffs closed around Anakin’s wrists, his Master took a step back to admire his masterpiece. Anakin tried to follow him to avoid losing friction, but the chains held him back. He looked up to see the same metal chains dangling from the ceiling – how had he not noticed them before – restraining his arms and his movements. “Master,” he whined, “if you wanted to tie me up like that, you could’ve used the X-cross.” His Master stroked his beard, “Why, my love? Are you not comfortable?” Anakin blushed, “No it’s not that, it’s just that –” his Master cut him off, smirking, “Well, if comfort is not an issue, I’d like to keep you tied up this way, my love, you’ll soon understand why.”
He started circling Anakin, looking at him from all angles, making sure everything was well set up, then he returned to Anakin’s line of sight and backed up to pick up something from the throne, never once breaking eye contact. “I have one more accessory for you to wear, my love, if you’ll allow it.” Anakin was so hard and desperate that he would allow anything just to get his Master to touch him. “Yes, Master, whatever it is you can put it on me, just do something already.” The anticipation was making him sweat and a few drops of precum were already making their way down his cock, ready to pool at his feet any moment. His Master must have noticed that because, as he stepped forward to accessorize Anakin some more, he quickly swiped a finger to catch the precum, running it up Anakin’s cock and, as Anakin lurched forward at the contact and gasped, his Master shoved his finger in Anakin’s mouth. “Clean it up darling, we can’t have you making a mess already.” Anakin sucked his Master’s finger desperately, barely managing a muffled “Sorry, Master, I’ll try not to.”
His Master removed his finger and produced his newest surprise, “My love, I am going to blindfold you.” Anakin’s eyes widened, the blindfold usually promised unusual playing circumstances, but they were always welcome. He still remembered the strength of the orgasm he had last time his Master had blindfolded him and proceeded to fuck him with several cock-shaped objects that varied wildly in size. Was that what was going to happen this time too? His Master stepped behind him, bringing the soft cloth over Anakin’s eyes and tying it up, making sure no hair got caught in the knot, and reminded him, “Remember your safeword, my love, if everything becomes too overwhelming, we can always stop.” Anakin nodded, “Yes, Master. Now can we finally begin?”
He heard his Master chuckle beside his right ear, but then when he spoke, he sounded farther away, “Yes of course we can, my impatient love. A few things before we start: you are only allowed to come when I say so,” Anakin nodded, “and I will be sitting on this throne thing the whole time.” Anakin’s jaw fell, “What?” He shivered. “That’s right, my love, I will not be the one pleasuring you tonight. But if you behave, I’ll allow you to swallow my come.” Were Anakin’s eyes not closed due to the blindfold, they would have widened exponentially. He was searching his memories to remember which fantasy of his this was supposed to be when he heard the door creak open and several – several – footsteps make their way towards him.
“Who’s there? Who are you?” Anakin said, mostly out of curiosity but panicking slightly. He took a deep breath. This was one of the fantasies he had discussed with his Master sometime before, so he knew to trust him with this, but he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at the idea of not knowing what was happening. “Master, can you please tell me what is going on?”
His Master must’ve felt the panic lacing his words because he felt a hand on his cheek followed by his accented voice close to his left ear saying, “I’m sure you remember confiding in me that you wanted your closest troopers to have their way with you? That you wished they could fuck you and ruin you? Well I rounded them up and here they are to fulfill your wish.”
Anakin did not know what emotion he was feeling as they all rammed into his chest. Gratitude, lust, anticipation, love for his Master who would even allow him such a thing. “Thank you Master, I love you.” His cock was harder than ever.
“I love you too, my love.” He felt his Master’s lips briefly against his own, giving him a chaste kiss. “Now, some more rules: you can’t talk to them, they will stay silent, but whatever you want to say, you can speak up and address me, so they will hear you and know what to do. I might direct them to do certain acts too, but nothing we haven’t talked about and I know you wouldn’t agree with. Does that ease your worries?”
Anakin nodded, “Yes, Master. I’m ready, Master.” His Master’s palm left his cheek and he heard his voice drift away from him and say decisively, “Now, let us begin.”
As soon as the words left his Master’s lips, all Anakin could feel were hands all over his body, touching him in the most intimate of places. He felt like there was no inch of his body left untouched. He could feel fingers tweaking his left nipple and blunt nails scratching his right one, hands kneading his buttocks and fingers poking at his hole, hands smoothing down his back and up his torso, spit-slicked fingers curling around his cock – there must have been three different hands stroking him – and a palm fondling his balls. Then he felt a hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him roughly forward so its owner could crash his lips against Anakin’s in a sloppy kiss. Anakin gasped, and felt the clone’s tongue slither in his mouth and tangle with his own. He wanted to grab him so bad to pull him flush against his chest, but his tied arms wouldn’t allow that.
The clone’s hand soon left its position to slide down, and he felt his lips kiss down his body wherever it wasn’t covered by his brothers’ hands and soon his lips settled on the tip of his cock. Anakin lurched forward with a loud moan that echoed all around the room, and he heard a couple of chuckles. He couldn’t make out their voices and he had no idea which clones of the 501st were here but he realised that it didn’t matter, as long as they kept touching him and pleasuring him like that. The clone he assumed was kneeling before him swallowed his cock and he felt it hit the back of his throat, while slicked fingers were making their way around his hole before breaching him and stretching him. Suddenly he was fucking forward into a wet mouth and fucking back against what felt like three fingers attached to different hands.
He felt the mouth leave his cock and another one replace it, an additional tongue swiping at his balls and a mouth sucking them, while still being fucked – he could feel four fingers now – and the loud moans he hadn’t been able to hold in were swallowed by another clone’s eager mouth, his kisses biting and bruising and his teeth raking against Anakin’s tongue, drawing the faintest drops of blood. He felt other lips and tongues against his pulse point and all over his throat, leaving bites and marks he was sure to relish in the few days to come.
When the lubed fingers all withdrew at once, he protested into the mouth of the clone who was sucking his face before feeling the lubed tips of multiple cocks poking against his ass cheeks. Were they all going to fuck him at the same time? Surely, he wasn’t ready to take all of them? He never had taken more than one cock at the time and, granted, some of them were pretty thick, but not enough to compare to multiple ones.
He took advantage of a pause in the kissing rotation to yell at his Master so he could hear him over all the panting noises surrounding him, “Master, I can’t take more than one cock at the same time!”
He heard his Master chuckle, “Sure you can, my love, just take one first and take time to adjust and you’ll be fine.” Then, to the clones, “You heard him, one at a time and let him adjust.”
Anakin whined but didn’t mouth off. If his Master thought he could do it, he surely could. He felt fingers spread his cheeks and enter him again, one last attempt at stretching before he felt the thick tip of a cock slide up and down his crack and finally – finally – it slid slowly past the ring of muscle. The first clone was fucking into him slowly with very little resistance and Anakin could not take it anymore.
“Master, tell him to fuck me properly! Tell him to go faster!” he whined.
Without further prompting, he felt the clone speed up, his cock sheathing itself fully inside him forcefully, which made him take a step forward and inadvertently choke the clone who was sucking him off. He felt his cock leave the heat it was encased in and heard a cough, but couldn’t dwell on it as he was being rammed from behind, hands grasping his hips tightly to immobilize him and leaving red marks in their trail.
Once the clone behind him seemed to find his rhythm, Anakin felt hands resume roaming every inch of his skin, fingers closing on his cock once more and pulling gently at it, followed closely by a tongue, then another, then one more sliding against his balls, until he felt his cock slide into a mouth again. He was so hard he could barely focus anymore on the tremendous task of not coming before he was given permission, and so he decided to take matter into his own hands, as figuratively as possible.
“Please, Master, may I come?” he asked in what he thought would be a level-headed, calm way, but turned out to be the most wanton sound he ever made.
He heard his Master chuckle, “Well, since you asked so nicely, yes, my love, you may.”
To say Anakin was surprised would be an understatement, he was expecting his Master to refuse him, but his disbelief didn’t last long and soon he was moaning loudly, pushing back against the cock that was fucking him, until he spilled his come down one lucky clone’s throat.
His orgasm was so strong he would’ve collapsed to his knees were it not for the handcuffs holding him up, but the clone behind him must’ve felt the change in his demeanor nonetheless because he wrapped his arms around Anakin’s torso, cradling him to his chest as he pumped inside him one, two, three times before coming inside Anakin and muffling his shout by biting hard on Anakin’s right shoulder.
After the first clone extracted himself from Anakin, another one took his place, wrapping his arms around Anakin’s torso to hold him upright and pounding into him relentlessly. Despite his hazy mind, Anakin could not help but notice that this clone was not as skilled as the previous one, missing his prostate every time he thrust into him. He didn’t last long either, extricating himself after ten thrusts or so, and coming all over Anakin’s back. He was soon replaced by another, and another, until Anakin lost count. He could feel the clones progressively add more slicked fingers while fucking him, stretching him and preparing him to take more than one cock, as his Master had instructed.
Anakin came two more times, with permission from his Master, once from a skilled handjob timed perfectly with the thrusts of the clone behind him, and once inside a clone’s mouth who then proceeded to get up, grab Anakin’s jaw, open his mouth and spit a mouthful of come in Anakin’s mouth, who welcomed it blissfully and almost came again from the sheer filth of it all.
Just when Anakin though he couldn’t take anything else, his Master spoke up.
“My love, it is now time for the second part of your surprise.”
Before Anakin could protest or acquiesce or make any sound, he felt all the hands, the mouths, the cocks retreat and he was suddenly left cold and void of human contact.
His Master spoke up again, closer this time, “For this part, you will need to get on your knees, and I will make sure the chained handcuffs follow your movement. Do you understand?” Anakin nodded. “Do you want to stop, or do you want to keep going?”
Despite his fuzzy brain, Anakin was too curious to stop now. He wanted to see how far his body could take him. He knew that, no matter what happened, he could trust his Master to take care of him afterwards. “I want to keep going Master”, he slurred, “but I want you to kiss me first.”
“My love, I’ve spoiled you too much.” Anakin could hear the smile in his Master’s voice. He felt his hand cup his left cheek and his lips touch his, chastely at first, until he was kissing him hungrily, swiping his tongue over Anakin’s teeth and then stroking Anakin’s tongue with his when he was granted access. Anakin loved knowing that his Master was unhinged in his arousal too, even if he had no choice but to control it better for now.
Anakin soon realised that his Master had used his skillful tongue as a distraction, lowering the chained handcuffs with a flick of his fingers that Anakin felt vaguely in the Force, because as his Master’s hand and tongue left him, he found he had been repositioned on his knees, feet still loosely bound and arms still bound and raised. There was a warm body beneath him. The clone’s hands gripped his hips, and once Anakin was stabilized in his new position, he felt the clone’s right hand leave his hip. Anakin felt more hands come up on his sides and lift him up enough to allow the clone’s cock to breach his slick hole.
Anakin moaned and instantly bottomed out, impaling himself on the cock and seeking as much friction as possible. After having been stretched out thoroughly before, one cock was not enough anymore, just like his Master had predicted. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to say anything because a clone seemingly read his mind and he felt the tip of another slicked cock poke at his hole before breaching him and slowly making its way inside him, stretching him to accommodate two cocks simultaneously.
Anakin’s moans must have reached a record loudness because he soon found himself with a mouthful of cock, and the way it is hastily shoved inside of him unceremoniously could clearly be construed as an attempt to shut him up. Nonetheless, he reveled in the taste and sucked greedily. Soon enough, he could feel the anonymous clone’s cock deep in his throat. He was fucking his face hard, just the way he likes it. If Anakin could smirk, he would. His Master had instructed them well.
The three cocks pounding into him soon overwhelmed him and the need to come rose again, but there was no way he could signal his Master of his need to climax. His hands were still tied, his eyes, still blindfolded, and his mouth, busy. There was no way for him to work around this. His grasp on the Force had been rendered too tenuous to be able to send anything coherent his Master’s way. Anakin swayed between panic and intense arousal for a few seconds when he heard his Master’s voice, “You may come, my love”, and he barely had the time to relish the fact that his Master was watching him closely enough to notice before he came all over his chest. His muffled moans must’ve been too much to bear for the clone whose cock was fucking his mouth because Anakin felt him pull out and come all over his cheeks, his nose, and his lips. He probably made a mess of the blindfold too. Anakin licked his lips, trying to gather as much come as he can, and swallowed it all down.
He barely had time to think before another cock is shoved deeply down his throat, hands coming up the back of his head to press his nose into the clone’s pubic hair. Anakin choked a little, then swallowed around the tip. The cock stayed there for another beat and then the clone removed himself quickly before slamming back down Anakin’s throat and establishing a rhythm. Anakin vaguely registered a cock exiting his stretched hole, come splashing his back and another slightly girthier cock take its place.
After some more rounds of this, after Anakin’s cock was completely spent and couldn’t find the strength to get back up, after Anakin’s back, front, face and hole were all covered in spunk, after the clone Anakin was impaled on finally came with a shout after waiting for the longest time, does Anakin hear his Master’s voice again, thanking everyone for coming – ha – and inviting them to leave them both alone.
For the last time, Anakin felt hands, mouths, cocks, and other body parts leave his skin and he must contend with staying in his kneeling position on the cold floor, arms still rising and bound and sore. He heard the shuffling of clothes and boots and then receding footsteps, until all is left in the room is his Master and himself.
“My love, I am going to untie you limb by limb from afar, and once I am done, I will remove the blindfold. Then, I want you to crawl to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master,” Anakin mumbled, his voice scratchy and hoarse. He did not have the strength to demonstrate his enthusiasm anymore, but he was still looking forward to being rewarded after having been well-behaved all along.
Thanks to his Master’s warnings every time he was about to release a limb, Anakin used the last sliver of strength he had left to not crash face first onto the floor, bracing himself with his arms instead. He hadn’t realised how sore he had become from his arms having been tied up this whole time, having been so focused on pleasure instead.
As soon as the blindfold lifted from his eyes, Anakin blinked several times to adjust. Everything was still dark and bathed in the same eerie lighting that was only illuminating his Master, who was watching him, sitting with his legs spread wide on the throne, waiting for him to slot himself between them.
His knees hurt from kneeling on the hard floor, but he dragged himself to the throne nonetheless, on all fours, knowing his Master had the perfect reward for him. As he drew closer and closer, his eyes getting used to the lack of lighting, he noticed his Master fumbling with his clothes.
Just as Anakin was one more step away from folding himself neatly into his Master’s lap, his Master took out his cock and held it loosely in front of Anakin’s open lips. It was so thick and engorged. Anakin could tell his Master had been hard for a long time, not having allowed himself the slightest touch since the beginning.
“You have behaved well, my love, and I am very proud of you. I believe you are owed a reward, as I have promised you”, he said fondly, his left hand coming up to caress Anakin’s hair and cheek, no matter how slimy and crusty from other men’s come. “You may now help me with my own release.”
No matter how tired Anakin would get, sucking his Master’s cock was the only opportunity he never wanted to miss. The clones were all fucking his face earlier, trying to get their release fast, and Anakin had enjoyed it, but now he would finally get to take his time and to use his skillful tongue on his Master the way he wanted to. And the way he knew his Master wanted him to. He would finally get to be in control.
Anakin started from the bottom, slowly licking his Master’s left ball and engulfing it in his mouth, before making his way to the right one. When that didn’t result in the reaction Anakin expected from his Master, but only in a tightening of his Master’s fingers in his filthy hair, Anakin switched tactics. He swiped his tongue up the underside of his Master’s cock until he reached the head, and circled his tongue around it unhurriedly, before sucking slightly. He heard his Master’s soft whimpers and felt him tighten his grip some more. “That’s good, my love, keep going.”
When he sucked a little harder, his Master moaned loudly and pushed Anakin’s head down further on his cock. Anakin smirked internally. His Master wasn’t going to last any longer if this was the only thing it took to make him react this way.
Anakin lowered himself further on his Master’s cock, his tongue pressing steadily on its underside, until he felt it hit the back of his throat. His Master, who had been able to control himself until now, jerked his hips forward into Anakin’s mouth with a loud moan, sliding his cock further down Anakin’s throat, and Anakin welcomed it. Normally he would have choked on it and retracted, but tonight he had had plenty of practice.
With his Master’s cock so far down his throat, Anakin could finally unleash his secret weapon, the one he knew his Master could never resist for long. He bit down on his Master’s cock, applying medium pressure with his teeth, close to the base.
A feral sound lurched from his Master’s lips as he thrust forward again and spilled his come down Anakin’s abused throat. He kept Anakin’s head in place with both hands while his orgasm overtook him for several moments. When Anakin was released from his grasp, he removed his Master’s cock from his mouth, not without giving it one last long lick, and slumped forward, his limbs too mollified to support his weight anymore, his eyelids too heavy to stay open.
Soon he felt a long blanket wrap around him and his Master’s strong arms lift him up to place him on his lap. He did not have the presence of mind to question the appearance of this blanket. He was just glad to be in good hands, glad to be taken care of.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, breaking the spell. “I had a bath drawn for you. As soon as you are ready, I will take you there. I will clean you up. All you have to do tonight is rest and let me take care of you.”
Anakin nodded and snuggled closer to Obi-Wan's warmth, “Thank you, Obi-Wan. For everything.”
Obi-Wan smiled and kissed his forehead, “Anything for you, dearest. Anything to make you happy.”