Have faith, the masochism passes! Coauthored by Hmm.-I-Wonder and Roboclaw.
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The two Jedi were secretly off their duties for the night and were submerged in Coruscant's underground, at the back of a dark club, black cloaks hung on a rusty hook, they locked themselves in a private room. Letting their desires take over their better Jedi conciences. Golden locked boy and the bearded wonder. Playing little games.
"Come on, Obi, please?"
"No way in Hoth, bitch."
"But you always get to be on top!"
"Yeah, I know I do."
"Then why can't I ever have a turn?"
"You expect me to wear this shit?" Obi-Wan indicated the shackles binding his boy to the wall.
"No, you don't have to wear this, but-"
"You're right, I don't have to do anything."
"But can't I have some satisfaction once in a while?"
Obi-Wan raised his whip threateningly. "Are you saying I don't satisfy you?"
"No!" Cried Anakin, cringing away from the whip. Obi-Wan was not a level-headed man when he was angry. "No! You've always satisfied me! I didn't mean it like that! I just-"
"I will never be ridden like some bitch, Padawan. That is final."
"What, so now I'm a bitch?" Anakin pouted. He turned his head away from the wall and his voluptuous lower lip stuck out. He noticed Obi-Wan glance at it before resuming his stance.
"Yes, Padawan. You are. Do you have anything more to say?"
"Yes, these shackles are too tight, it's cutting off my circulation."
Obi-Wan clubbed him upside the head. Normally he would have slapped him, but Anakin was tied facing the wall. His ankles and wrists were shackled to the cold stone, and he was wearing a chain collar that ran from his neck, down past his muscular chest and tied around his balls.
"I'm tired of you talking back to me. Open your mouth." Obi-Wan slid a leather strap between Anakin's teeth and tightened it until all the Padawan's teeth were showing.
Obi-Wan raised his short leather whip and prepared for a night of fun.
"Now listen closely, pet." Obi Hissed, inches away from Anakin's ear, "I get what I want with you, because you're the padawan chained to the wall. Because I'm the one that likes licking up your blood." He gave Anakin's ear a tug with his teeth and pulled tight the whip in his hands.
Anakin's eyes showed a whimper his tortured throat could not let out. His eyes shut as he felt he snap on his sweaty skin.
Obi-Wan had started these masochistic nights several months ago, the night he returned from his death-tinged mission. He'd left with 6 other Jedi, looking for a cure to prevent the toxic gasses the Separatist movement had unleashed. Months later, all other wise and powerful in league with him had perished, and the council assumed Kenobi to be one with the force as well. Anakin focused on what Obi-Wan had taught him more than in his entire life over the months he had gone, trying to remember the light and love his master had possessed, but more often he'd fly into a rage of sadness and anger; letting the pain in him grow and eat his insides. His master hadn't left him though, and one evening he arrived, bloody and scarred, but alive and as Obi-Wan healed, Anakin noticed a change in his Master. Anakin was taking care of Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan began to do little things to Anakin. When Obi-Wan was healed finally, he kissed Anakin, then chained him to a wall… which the young Skywalker loved, but Obi-Wan definitely wasn't the Negotiator or the peacemaker he had been, not on the inside. Now he dwelled in the corrupt under city of Coruscant and whipped his Knight till he bled.
Obi reached over to a cove in the stone wall beside him, dipping his fingers and their painted nails into a shell of poison. He dripped golden lines on Anakin's still clenched eyelids and it seeped into the long lashes, torturing his startlingly blue eyeballs.
Anakin thrashed against the wall, helplessly.
His master was so powerfull...
For Anakin the world was black and of pain, long dark hills of fragmented glass, black sand piercing into him, burning chasms in his eyes, holes where love at times enchants, now the fiery creatures harvested in him bred fear and passion with ever concious moment. The blackness crawled into his brain as seepy creatures crawling down his inner body, they wrapped around his spinal chord. Enslaving him.
...He wanted it.
Obi bent down to the ridges of blood and splayed flesh of anakin's chest, he sucked at them, sucking in the iron and Anakin's core, licking the juices, sucking the splattered blood off Anakin's hard nipples. He could feel Anakin's loud feelings pounding in his own head, ones of suffering, but intense desire, Electroshocks of desire coursed through Anakin with each touch of the tongue.Obi-Wan released Anakin and threw him his clothes. It was morning now. Anakin was exhausted, his eyes bloodshot- as much from lack of rest as the poison. The two men left through the side door of their club. Obi-Wan pushed a limping Anakin out into the bright sunlight.
"Will Master Yoda be at the meeting today, Obi-Wan?"
"Why do you always ask that? Of course he will." Obi-Wan was growing very tired of his Padawan's ridiculous questions. He considered leaving immediately after the meeting was over. Anakin would have to find a different ride home. Yes, he would do that. Let the Padawan fend for himself for once.
Anakin slept on the way there. Obi-Wan threw him a glance every once in a while, but never tried to awake the Padwan. Let him be sleepy-eyed and disheveled in front of the Jedi, it didn't matter to Obi.
They arrived at the tower early and Anakin waited in a hall outside the large doors while Obi-Wan entered and seated himself next to Mace Windu.
"This is some weird shit going down, Obi-Wan Kenobi." The foxy bald man muttered.
"What's been happening?" Obi-Wan watched the other Jedi file slowly in through the doors. The room was getting louder with the talking.
Mr. Baldfox Mace Windu was about to say something when the meeting bell rang. Master Yoda raised his wrinkly green nubbies into the air, calling for silence. The talking ceased.
"Come here we have to discuss interesting topics."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. Why couldn't Yoda talk like someone who wasn't retarded? That would be nice.
"A man, there is. Claim does he that he is from a lone planet, off far in another time." Yoda blinked his hairy green eyelids and waited for a reaction.
"How can he be from a different time? He's probably just a crazy homeless person or something." Obi-Wan said.
Anakin looked over at his master a bit annoyed, then perking up, "From another planet? That is quite interesting Master Yoda, my master."
Obi-Wan glared and muttered "suck up." He stroked his strong hands into fists.
Yoda's lips puckered into a shape resembling a asshole with a dried up green olive poking out of it, as he licked his lips and began to speak again, looking skeptically at the two, "From another time he may be. For know of our force powers he does not. Or perhaps a Seperatist spy he may be? Hard to tell...hard to tell this is..."
A jedi in the corner with a head that looked to Anakin like one of Padme's cone cakes he caught herself pleasuring herself with once, spoke up in the Jedi circle. "Have you spoken to him Master Yoda? Perhaps we could see him now?"
Yoda's cheeks turned dark purple.
The whole council stopped and stared.
"Escaped he has..."
"I'll find him!" Anakin yelled.
"No I will." Baldfox Mace said to Goldenfox Anakin.
"No I will." Obi-Wan looked at them sternly.
They were all ready to reveal they're devotion to all things male and from other times when Yoda yelled through their force persuasion, "The LOVE robot will find him!!!"
They all tuned to Yoda's frequency and jaw's dropped.
All knew what he talked of. Except for Anakin.
The Twi-Lek Jedi, Aayla Secura swiftly pulled a needle and elixir from her pocket and shoved the sharp metal end into Anakin's forehead. He went out, vision black and head swimming milky inside.
As Ani's head rolled unconcious Yoda waddled over and poked at a control panel growing out of Anakin's hand. He pushed the large rainbow button and the program was activated. Now in place of Skywalker's limp body there lied the sex bod of Mick Jagger.
"DuplexPersonalityTransProgram Activated! I am 696969 code name: Love-Robo man name: Mick Jagger." The body said in sweet tones, opening it's eyes.
Anajagger sat up straighter in his chair, adjusting the pants that were suddenly constricting his bulge. "What d'you wan' me tado?" He said in a harsh, English sex voice.
"Find a man quickly, you must." The midgety green muppet-master croaked, wiggling his long green waxy ears.
"An' 'oo wuddis be?" The Jedi, male, female and hermaphroditic alike, stared in awe at this sexy monster. Look at that bulge!
"Before I give you the name, tell you I must to beware. Deceptive, he is."
"'ow so?"
"Disguises himself, he does. Dress like a woman, he does often."
"Ah! A lady-boah! Wondahful, where d'I staht fr'im?"
"At his keeping place, you must start. Escaped he did from the guards."
Obi-Wan was thought for a moment how Yoda always stressed the wrong parts of a sentence, then he sunk back into a love-stupor as Mick spoke again.
"Ha! Wha'dee do, show'm 'is boobies?"
"Strange, his name is. Not like one of ours. David, he is named. David Bowie."
Mick Jagger's eyes widened in recognition. "David Bowie?"
"Ah… know him you do."
"Yeah, I know that boy."
"What do you know of him? Speak the truth, does he, of his origins?"
"Mmm-hmm. 'E's from a different time alrigh'. This'll be harder than y'd expect. This man won' go easy. 'E's a tricky devil."
"Trust in you, we do, Mick Jagger. Immediately you must leave."
"I'll come with him." Obi-Wan said quickly.
"Help he needs not, Master Kenobi."
"He's my Padawan, I should keep an eye on him."
"What're ya talkin' abou'? What the Hell's a Padawan?" Mick looked at Obi-Wan like the Jedi was a retard. "I don' belong to nobody."
"A dangerous mission this will not be, Master Kenobi. A recovery mission, it is only."
"Wai' a minnit, lil' greeny, I wouln' say i's not dang'rous. That boy's got some tricks 'e ain't showin'."
Yoda considered this for a minute. "Perhaps he should have accompaniment. Master Kenobi, as he is of your Padawan, go with him you may."
Obi-Wan worked to keep his glee on the inside. What fun they would have on this ride!
"I already said, I ain't nobody's fuggin Padawan! Whateva the fuck that is!" Obi-Wan thought Mick Jagger was going to be harder to tame than weak little Anakin. He had never been able to spend much time with the sex fox, but had watched him work many times. Mick Jagger was ruthlessly sexy, and especially good at luring out those individuals who were or had been sexual at any time in their lives, or those with genetalia. But Obi-Wan had never attempted to tame this wild beast. He hadn't had the proper environment. But now he had time, lots of time. Just him and this… this… sex BEAST.
They entered out into the dark understreets of Coruscant several hours later, after prepping, getting sexed out all over, perfume, boots, waxing and such...
It was raining but deflectors buzzed above and they walked along the dark crowded streets. Anything you wanted here would come to you, with just a few wispers. Death stix, and worse. Druggies, that was the main crowd, but they walked along farther, checking out the bods, looking for trouble. THey came to a club, It was overwhelmingly smelling of glitter and sonic vibrations, "This looks like a place he might be."
"Yeah, let's check it out."
Obi-Wan tried entering first, but Mick pushed ahead without a twist of his hips. Next time, next time. Obi-wan plotted.
Obi loved working undercover with Mick like this, he got to dress up most fashioanbly, it was against the Jedi Code, yes, but such a treat! As long as he didn't make a habit of it, he told himself. He pushed his hair behind his ears foxily.
Mick was looking around, his ass cheeks twitching gently.
"Let's check backstage. He's likely to sing a song."
The crowd was going wild in anticipation. Like freak-out trample-people it's-dangerous kind of going wild. People were being crushed and the floor was slowly becoming slick with blood and sweat. Every once in a while, someone would slip and get trampled, adding to the slipperiness of everything.
Lucky for them, Obi-Wan and Mick were backstage so they didn't die. Mick knew the secrets of concerts.
"Let the rocking begin."