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Obi-Wan is dozing lightly when he hears the door to the galley open. He tenses, his heart pounding, his body going rigid. His hands clench into fists, and his breath catches in his throat.
"Ben." Zerf's voice is soft, but it still sends a shiver down his spine.
"Master." Obi-Wan replies, his voice trembling.
"Up." Zerf orders, his tone leaving no room for argument. Obi-Wan complies, rising to his feet, the motion sending a wave of agony through his body. The bottle shifts inside him, pressing uncomfortably against his insides.
"Hands on the table, bend over."
Obi-Wan doesn't protest, putting his back to Zerf and leaning forward, palms wrapping over the sides of the table.
Zerf kicks at Obi-Wan's feet, pushing them back and further apart.
Obi-Wan braces himself, trying to prepare for whatever is coming next. The table creaks as he shifts his weight, trying to find a position that doesn't cause him pain, doesn't make him feel like the bottle is about to rip him in two. His body had adjusted to sitting, the pain had ebbed away leaving him only with an overwhelming fulness. But now that he's moved again, the pain has returned.
He's not sure how much longer he can endure this.
Zerf's hand cracks across Obi-Wan's ass and Obi-Wan yelps, the sound echoing in the small room.
Another smack, and Obi-Wan's body jerks, the bottle shifting inside him. He gasps, his fingers digging into the table.
"I want to hear you, slut." Zerf says, his voice low. "Say thank you, Master."
Hit. "Thank you, Master." Obi-Wan chokes out.
Another slap. Obi-Wan cries out, his body tensing. He can't breathe.
"Where are your manners? I'm doing this for you." Zerf grabs a handful of flesh and squeezes.
Obi-Wan's mouth is dry, his tongue feels like sandpaper. He swallows hard and tries to speak. "Thank you, Master." He says, his voice barely a whisper.
Hit. Obi-Wan cries out, his body jerking, the bottle shifting inside him. He's gasping for breath. "Thank you, Master."
Hit. "Thank you, Master."
Another hit. Obi-Wan's body jerks, his fingers digging into the table. "Thank you, Master."
Zerf keeps the blows coming and the words keep tumbling out of Obi-Wan's mouth, over and over without thinking.
When Zerf finally stops, he rubs over Obi-Wan's sore ass, palm dragging into the flesh and pulling at Obi-Wan's skin. "Kneel."
Obi-Wan's legs give out and he falls to his knees. His hands stay on the table, keeping him upright, his head bowed, his breathing ragged.
"It's time to get the bottle out, Ben." Zerf coos, petting Obi-Wan's hair. "Doesn't that sound good?"
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan whispers, his voice breaking. He wants it out.
"Then get to it." Zerf says, taking a seat in the galley chair, looking expectantly at Obi-Wan. "Keep your hands up here."
Obi-Wan blinks. "What?"
Zerf raises an eyebrow, sighing dramatically. He reaches his foot out and presses his boot to Obi-Wan's belly, pressing down on the bulge of the bottle.
Obi-Wan keens.
"Give birth to the bottle, Ben."
Obi-Wan's face burns, and he can't speak for a moment. Zerf presses again and the pressure is immense. He can feel the bottle, stretching his entrance, his body straining to keep it in place.
Zerf's boot presses down again, and Obi-Wan cries out. "Push it out. I want to see my gift."
Obi-Wan wants to cry, but he can't. He wants to scream, but he can't. He wants to run away, but he can't. He's trapped.
He takes a deep, shaky breath, his hands gripping the table. He closes his eyes, trying to focus. He can do this. He can do this.
Obi-Wan's muscles contract, his body fighting against the intrusion.
The bottle moves a little, but not enough. The neck of it still inside him, the smallest part. He has to make it past that before he can even begin to push out the rest.
Obi-Wan pushes again, his body shaking with the effort.
"Good, Ben." Zerf says. "Good."
Zerf's boot presses down on his belly again and Obi-Wan whimpers, his body tensing.
The bottle shifts and the neck of the bottle slides a few centimeters.
"That's it, slut. Push."
Obi-Wan's hands grip the table, his knuckles white.
His rim is stretching, the neck slipping past, and the widest part of the bottle pressing insistently against Obi-Wan's hole.
"I can see the top of the bottle, Ben."
It feels like his body is being torn in two. Obi-Wan can't breathe. The pain is too much. He can't do this.
He looks up, across the table and catches Shmi's eye for a brief second before her gaze drops back down to the floor.
He is not alone. He can do this.
He pushes again, and the bottle slips out another inch. Obi-Wan cries out, his body shaking.
"You can do this, Ben." Zerf says. "You're a strong little bitch, aren't you? A fighter?"
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan says, not really thinking.
"Good boy," Zerf says. "Keep going."
Obi-Wan's body is on fire, his muscles straining. The bottle is halfway out, and he can feel it, pressing against his walls, stretching him open. It's so big, and it hurts so much. He slumps a little, knees folding and he instantly regrets it, the tip of the bottle comes into contact with the floor, jarring it back upwards, the impact rocking through him.
He wails a little before pulling himself back upwards.
He can do this. He is one with the Force and the Force is with him. He will get this bottle out.
Obi-Wan pushes, his body shaking. The bottle slips out a little more and Obi-Wan gasps, his body straining.
His frustration fuels him. He or Zerf could easily grab the bottle and pull it out at this point. But Zerf wants him to push. Wants to watch him struggle. Wants to see him in pain.
Obi-Wan screams and pushes again, his body trembling. The bottle slips out, and he collapses forward, his arms wrapping around his stomach. He feels like his guts have fallen out.
The sound of clapping reaches his ears. "Good boy. Very good. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, Master." Obi-Wan says, the words automatic.
Obi-Wan stays there, on the ground, his body trembling, heart pounding.
"Now stand up."
Obi-Wan takes a deep, shuddering breath, his hands still on his stomach, trying to hold himself together.
He reaches out to the table and uses it to haul himself to his feet.
Zerf stands too, reaching out and pushing Obi-Wan's chest to the table. His body is too weak, too exhausted to fight, and Obi-Wan goes willingly, his cheek pressed to the cool surface, the edge of the table cutting into his belly.
Zerf pries Obi-Wan's cheeks apart. "Now there's a pretty gape."
Obi-Wan burns with humiliation, but he doesn't try to pull away. He doesn't have the strength.
Zerf shuffles closer, his body crowding against Obi-Wan's. He drags him up and holds Obi-Wan against his chest, his arms circling his abdomen.
Obi-Wan's body sags in Zerf's grasp, his head lolling against Zerf's shoulder.
"You did so well, Ben." Zerf whispers, his lips brushing the shell of Obi-Wan's ear. "You're such a good slut."
"Thank you, Master." Obi-Wan replies automatically.
Zerf hums, his hand slipping down between Obi-Wan's legs, fingers dipping into Obi-Wan's gaping ass.
Obi-Wan's eyes close, his body going limp, letting the man do what he wants to him. It hurts, but what can he do to stop it, really?
I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.
Zerf's fingers push into him, stretching him wider, forcing a low moan out of his lips. He's so tired. He just wants it to be over. He just wants to rest. But it’s not even started, has it?
"Gael," Zerf calls out over his shoulder. "Take Shmi into the compound."
They've landed? When did they land? Has he really been so out of it he did not notice them exiting hyperspace and breaking into a planetary atmosphere? That's... not good. He needs to keep his mind clear, not let his thoughts drift so far that he becomes unaware of his surroundings.
Gael grabs Shmi's arm roughly and drags her out of the galley, the door closing behind them. Obi-Wan watches them go, his heart pounding. He's alone with Zerf now.
"Are you going to be good?" Zerf asks, his breath hot on Obi-Wan's neck. "Or are you going to fight me?"
"I'll be good," Obi-Wan whispers, his eyes still closed.
"You better," Zerf threatens. "Or Shmi won't be here when you get back."
The threat is clear.
Zerf pulls him away from the table, herding Obi-Wan out of the galley and into the cockpit. Through the window, he can see they are, in fact, on a planet's surface. The ship takes off, staying low, not trying to break atmosphere.
Zerf sits in the empty copilot's seat and drags Obi-Wan with him.
He is quick to draw his cock out and pats his lap. "Come, Ben. Let's put that open hole to good use."
Obi-Wan has no choice but to settle in the man's lap, his legs spread wide, straddling Zerf's thighs. He's pulled down slowly, Zerf's cock fitting into the gaping void in his ass.
"Now, it's a quick flight, half an hour or so. You're going to keep me nice and warm. No moving."
Obi-Wan doesn't even have the energy to protest. He's too exhausted, and he knows he's going to be punished if he doesn't do as he's told. That Shmi might bear the burden of his disobedience. He lets his head drop to Zerf's shoulder and closes his eyes.
"That's a good cocksleeve."
Zerf doesn't move. He keeps Obi-Wan impaled deep on his cock.
That does not mean he is idle though.
His hands roam over Obi-Wan's body. Touching him. Stroking him.
Obi-Wan does his best not to react to the touch, but it's hard. His skin crawls with every stroke. He doesn't want this, but he knows there is no way to get out of this.
Zerf fondles his cock and balls, spreading his legs as he does so, pushing Obi-Wan's open even further.
"You want this, don't you?" Zerf taunts, his fingers teasing over Obi-Wan's tip. "You want me to make you feel good."
Obi-Wan doesn't reply, his throat closed.
Zerf's hand closes around his cock, squeezing. "You're a little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan says.
"Tell me how much you like my cock in your ass, slut."
"I love your cock, Master." Obi-Wan lies. "It's so big. It feels so good in my ass."
Zerf chuckles. "You're such a good whore, Ben." Zerf slaps Obi-Wan's cock, the blow sharp and painful. "Now, tell me how much you want this." His grip is firm as he strokes forward.
Obi-Wan bites his lip. "I want it, Master." He says. "I want you to make me come."
Zerf chuckles and keeps jerking him off.
Obi-Wan's body shakes, his breath catching. He can't stop it, his body's response is involuntary.
Just like the raging hard-on Zerf is fondling.
Obi-Wan's fingers dig into his palm, his nails biting into his skin. He feels sick. This is not what he wants. He doesn't want any of this.
But he doesn't say anything. He can't. He can only sit there, impaled on Zerf's cock, letting the man do what he wants.
Zerf's hand is relentless, stroking and squeezing and twisting. "Ask for permission."
"Please," Obi-Wan gasps, his eyes shut tightly. "Please let me come, Master."
Zerf chuckles and presses his thumb into Obi-Wan's tip. "No."
He does not stop stroking, but he does not let Obi-Wan come, his other hand like a vise around Obi-Wan's base. It hurts. Obi-Wan's balls are tight, his cock throbbing in pain, the pleasure so close, but always out of reach.
"Please." Obi-Wan whimpers, his voice breaking. "Please let me come, Master."
Zerf chuckles. "You're such a desperate little slut, Ben. You want to come so badly, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan sobs. "Yes, Master."
Zerf's hand stills, his fingers digging into Obi-Wan's base painfully. "Beg."
Obi-Wan's eyes are squeezed shut. "Please, Master. Please, please let me come."
"Say 'I'm a slut and I need to come'." Zerf growls in his ear. "Say it."
Obi-Wan shakes his head, his cheeks burning with humiliation.
Zerf slaps Obi-Wan's cock. "Do it."
The pain is sharp, and Obi-Wan's body jerks, trying to pull away from the pain. "I'm a slut and I need to come," Obi-Wan whispers, his voice breaking.
"Louder."
Obi-Wan squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm a slut and I need to come," Obi-Wan says, his voice trembling. "Please let me, Master. Please."
"Good boy," Zerf growls. "That's a good little whore."
Zerf holds his hand in a loose circle at the tip of Obi-Wan's cock and doesn't move. "Fuck yourself."
"What?" Obi-Wan blinks.
"Fuck yourself," Zerf repeats. "Make yourself come."
Obi-Wan's breath hitches in his throat, and he feels his stomach drop. "Master, I—"
"Do it," Zerf growls.
Obi-Wan shifts his hips, pushing towards Zerf's hand, lifting himself partially off the man's cock, it dragging on his sensitive insides. That alone is almost enough to kill his hard-on.
"That's it, whore. You're going to fuck yourself until you come." Zerf's hand is loose, and it takes Obi-Wan a few moments to get the angle right, thrusting his cock into the tight space between Zerf's fingers and palm.
It's awkward, and uncomfortable. He can barely get any friction, and it's humiliating, being made to fuck Zerf’s hand. His rim is sore from being stretched and abused, his inner walls absolutely raw as they drag along Zerf's cock.
"Keep going," Zerf demands. "You're not done yet."
Obi-Wan's body is sore and exhausted, but he can't stop. He needs to come, he needs to be free from the torture. He keeps fucking himself, trying to find a rhythm, trying to get himself off.
"Come for me, slut," Zerf commands, and Obi-Wan's body shudders. "Come for me, show me what a desperate whore you are."
Obi-Wan's face flushes with shame, and he fucks himself harder, his body shaking.
He's close, he's so close, and then, finally, he comes, spilling himself over Zerf's fingers.
Zerf smirks, and his hand closes around Obi-Wan's cock, squeezing him. "That's a good boy, Ben."
Obi-Wan's body is limp, and he collapses back into Zerf's chest, his body trembling.
Fingers prod at his lips. "Clean it."
Obi-Wan's mouth is dry, his throat tight, but he opens his mouth, and Zerf shoves his fingers inside.
Obi-Wan gags, and Zerf laughs, pushing his fingers deeper, making Obi-Wan lick and suck them clean.
Zerf pulls his fingers out with an obscene pop. "Good boy."
Zerf strokes his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair, and Obi-Wan leans into the touch, letting the man pet him, his body trembling.
Outside the window, they've begun their descent, moving towards something that's still a small blur on the horizon.
"You're mine, Ben. You're my little slut." Zerf whispers in his ear. "Say it."
"I'm yours," Obi-Wan echoes, his voice trembling.
"My what?"
"I'm your little slut," Obi-Wan repeats, his voice shaking. He's so ashamed, so disgusted with himself.
Zerf props his feet up on the footrest of the chair and begins to bounce Obi-Wan on his lap. Obi-Wan's breath hitches. "Master, please."
"Ride my cock, slut."
Obi-Wan shakes his head, his face flushed with humiliation. Zerf's cock feels huge, pressing against his sensitive walls. "No, please, Master. I can't."
"You can, and you will," Zerf says.
Obi-Wan's eyes are closed, and his breath is coming in short gasps.
Zerf grabs Obi-Wan's wrists and drags his hands over to the armrests. "Go on, bounce on my cock."
Obi-Wan's fingers wrap around the armrests. He pushes himself up, and sinks back down, his body shaking.
"Ride my cock, bitch," Zerf says. "Faster."
Obi-Wan whimpers, and his body moves quicker, bouncing on Zerf's cock, his body shaking.
"That's it, slut," Zerf says, his voice low and rough. "Ride my cock. Make me come inside you."
Obi-Wan's breath catches, his face flushed with shame.
I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.
The sooner he gets Zerf off, the sooner this can be over, right?
He bounces faster, his body shaking.
Zerf's fingers dig into Obi-Wan's hips, holding him steady as he fucks up into him.
"You're such a good slut, Ben," Zerf growls, his breath hot on Obi-Wan's neck. "Such a good little whore for me."
He can feel the man's cock pulsing inside him. His stomach churns.
Zerf's grip tightens on Obi-Wan's hips. "Tell me you love my cock, slut."
"I love your cock, Master." Obi-Wan whispers.
"Tell me you're a whore."
"I'm a whore," Obi-Wan repeats, his voice breaking.
Zerf thrusts up again, and Obi-Wan cries out, his body shaking.
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours, Master," Obi-Wan whimpers.
Zerf's grip tightens on Obi-Wan's hips. "Tell me you love being my whore."
Obi-Wan closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. "I love being your whore," Obi-Wan repeats, his voice trembling. "I love being your whore."
Zerf's hand moves to Obi-Wan's cock and he starts to stroke him again. Obi-Wan flinches. He doesn't want this, but he can't stop it. He can't stop any of it.
Zerf's cock thrusts deep and starts to spill. "Good slut. Good little bitch."
Obi-Wan sobs, his body shaking, tears streaming down his face.
"Shh." Zerf soothes him, petting his hair. "You're okay, Ben. You're okay."
"No," Obi-Wan sobs. "No."
"Shh, it's okay. You're a good boy, Ben." Zerf kisses his cheek, his lips lingering on Obi-Wan's skin. "You're a good boy, my good little slut."
"Please," Obi-Wan begs, his voice breaking. Begging for something, but he doesn't know what. For it to stop? For the pain to end? For it to be over?
"Good boy," Zerf whispers, his voice low and rough. "Good little slut." He grunts out his final pulse and holds Obi-Wan tight.
Zerf tilts Obi-Wan's head around, leaning in for a kiss, and Obi-Wan lets him, his mouth opening obediently.
"Such a good boy for me," Zerf whispers against his lips, his fingers stroking Obi-Wan's cheek.
Obi-Wan's breath hitches.
Zerf's hands continue to caresses Obi-Wan's flank, holding him tight against his body as his cock wilts inside Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan can feel Zerf's seed dripping out of him, trickling down his thighs.
He feels sick. He wants nothing more than to crawl into a shower and wash it all away.
It gets worse.
It takes a moment for Obi-Wan to feel what's happening, but a steady warm trickle of fluid begins to fill his ass. He realizes what is happening and he struggles to pull away, but Zerf's arms are locked around him.
"Oh, no you don't, slut." Zerf laughs and his arms tighten. "You be a good toilet."
Obi-Wan's cheek flame red with mortification. He wants to pull away, to fight, but he can't move, he can't escape. He is trapped, and all he can do is let Zerf's piss fill him.
The stream ends and Zerf sighs. "Aren't you glad to be so useful, Ben?"
Obi-Wan's lips are pressed together, his hands gripping the armrests. He doesn't speak. He doesn't have anything to say.
"Go on, say it. Say 'I'm a good toilet, Master.'"
Obi-Wan squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm a good toilet, Master," he whispers.
Zerf laughs and slaps Obi-Wan's thigh. "Good boy, Ben."
There's a thump as the ship touches down.
A pinch on the tip of his cock has Obi-Wan's focus sharpening with pain.
"You're going to hold that all inside you until we're off the ship. Then I want you to push it all out in the grass."
"Yes, Master." He closes his eyes. It's easier to agree.
Zerf lifts him up and sets him on his feet, tucking himself away as he stands.
The man opens the cockpit and walks through the ship, Obi-Wan hurrying to follow behind.
He is pushed out of the ramp, and his feet hit the grass. He shuffles a few feet away and squats.
He can't look at Zerf, but he can feel his gaze. It's humiliating. It's disgusting.
He bears down and can feel the seed and urine rushing out, and he knows Zerf is watching.
He hates it.
He hates this.
The small trickle stops and Obi-Wan pushes, clenching and releasing, trying to get it all out. His face burns with shame.
"Up, Ben." Zerf gestures him to his side.
Obi-Wan hurries to his side.
They walk towards the small outbuilding at the edge of the landing platform. The ground on the edge of too warm against Obi-Wan's bare feet. They are greeted by a young woman with her hair neatly restrained, wearing a nondescript jumpsuit.
"Good day, Lord Zerf." She smiles.
"Trainer Hala."
"We've received your instructions." She gestures with the datapad in her hand.
Zerf's hand smacks Obi-Wan's ass. "This is Ben. He's eager to start his training."
Obi-Wan keeps his gaze on his feet.
"Any changes you'd like to request now?" She asks, eyeing Obi-Wan discerningly.
"Start him with a rest day." Zerf instructs, hand trailing down Obi-Wan's spine. "I got a little overzealous on the way here."
"That will delay the process, sir."
"I am aware. I can be patient."
"Then, I will do the quick entry assessment with you now, and then take him in for full processing."
Zerf steps away from Obi-Wan a few feet and waves at him. "By all means."
Hala steps into Obi-Wan's space, her datapad clipped to her belt. She grips his chin, pulling his face up and turning him from side to side. She presses her thumb into his mouth, pushing it through his teeth.
Obi-Wan closes his eyes.
"Open wider."
He complies and she tugs at his lips and runs her fingers along his teeth. "No obvious oral issues," she probes deep and Obi-Wan gags. "Functional gag reflex, if easily triggered."
She briefly turns his head left and right. "Speak."
Obi-Wan, having nothing to say, says nothing.
She slaps his cheek. "Speak."
"Hello there."
She hums and moves on, pressing her hands into his belly and chest briefly, before closing her hands around his cock and balls. "Mature testes and penis," she strokes him and he starts to swell a little. "Normal erectile response."
She turns to Zerf. "Have you made him ejaculate?"
"Yes, a few times."
"Any difficulty?"
"None to report."
She nods, and drops his cock. "Bend over, legs apart, hands on the ground."
Obi-Wan swallows and obeys, bending at the waist and putting his hands on the ground, his ass on display.
Her fingers trace his cunt first. "Both sets of sexual organs present. Zerf, you little minx, bringing us the best toys." She presses two fingers in, twisting and probing, pulling them out and spreading his rim. "Well formed and responsive."
She touches his rim. "Anus is distended and slightly open." She inserts the tip of her finger and tugs. "When did you last have him?"
"Just now."
"Hm." She pulls his cheeks apart, spreading his hole. "I bet you really are a slut, aren't you?"
Obi-Wan closes his eyes and says nothing.
"Seems a bit too loose for it to have been just your cock." She points out, using fingers from both hands to pull at Obi-Wan rim, stretching him wide. He winces.
"I said I got overzealous." Zerf admits.
Hala snorts. Her fingers retreat and she gives a slap to Obi-Wan's ass. "Up."
Obi-Wan straightens, looking at the ground.
She pulls out the data pad and quickly types in a few notes before turning it around to Zerf. "Sign here, confirming the condition of your property before entry."
Zerf reads the screen and signs. "All correct."
"Very well." She clips the data pad back on her belt. "We'll handle it from here. We will send you the full intake report by the end of the day and then put him on a rest schedule until tomorrow evening."
"Very well." Zerf steps up in front of Obi-Wan and grasps his chin, forcing Obi-Wan to look at him. "You will behave. Their word is mine. If I get reports of noncompliance, you will regret it and your little friend will too. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good boy." Zerf lets go, patting his cheek, and walks away. "Until next time."