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Jango had only one relief: all his sons had escaped. He had been caught, but he was the only one. Whatever happened to him now, Fox would take over as he had been trained to do, and all his brothers and all their vode would be behind him.

So he waited to learn his fate without too much regret. He was only one man: Mandalore would survive him, and that was exactly what he wanted. The Mandalorians could be repelled, but never destroyed.

The door to his cell opened silently, and Jango looked curiously at two battle droids surrounding a medical droid. Torture, really? And no one sensitive enough to intimidate him or try to promise him mercy in exchange for information?

Preparing himself mentally for the pain, Jango found himself standing, his wrists still cuffed, his arms pinned in the grip of the battle droids while the other... removed his pants?!

"What the- Hey!"

"Hold him steady," said the medical droid in a voice devoid of emotion or feeling, which terrified him considering that this thing was touching his dick! "Slow physiological reaction."

Jango wondered how it expected him to get hard in the blink of an eye when he was receiving a cold, clinical handjob in a cell and was both terrified and disgusted.

Jango said nothing, settling with trying to free himself or back away. They would not stop, even if he told them to. He was nt going to scream, cry, or beg. They would not have that pleasure, even as they savoured the humiliation they were imposing on him without even daring to show themselves.

Some kind of cap was placed over his glans and a ring was slid along his cock and pressed against his knot when he finally ejaculated, compressing his knot like a pussy would, and it was over.

They left as they had arrived, leaving him distraught and nauseous as he dressed himself with trembling hands.

He had never felt so weak, powerless, and vulnerable in his entire life, and he had faced death many times. He vomited. Then, once he had calmed down, he thought that perhaps, if one of his sons had been taken in his place, it would have been them, and he vomited what little was left in his stomach until nothing more came out.

An indeterminate amount of time later, a tall figure appeared and looked at him as if he were a pathetic creature. He certainly felt pathetic at that moment.

"Follow me."

Jango had no doubt that he would be escorted if he did not obey, and he was not reluctant to leave this room with its terrible smell and even more nauseating memories, so he followed the masked man to a kind of... public bath?

"You're dirty and you stink: wash yourself."

He complied, enjoying the relief of cleanliness while he could, and frowned when he saw what was handed to him.

They were extremely thin clothes, thin enough to be partially transparent.

"Do I have to dress you myself? Or perhaps you'd prefer me to make you follow me naked."

Jango snatched the clothes from his hands and put them on.

He was led to a simple but perfectly clean cell and remained there until about a day later, when night had fallen again and the masked man was back.

"Follow me."

Jango obeyed, a little confused as to what they were playing at, but he followed until he arrived in a room he knew to be a throne room with twelve thrones, and he stood up defiantly.

"You will speak only to me, and me alone," said a redhead on his left. "And, to prevent you from starting to scream and preventing us from having a discussion like two grown men, I will start by telling you that we have one of your sons."

Jango, who was about to insult and curse them, stopped before a sound came out of his mouth.

"Prove it."

Behind him, there was movement, and Jango turned around with a terrible feeling as he heard the footsteps of someone struggling and being dragged forward against their will. When he turned, his heart broke at the sight of his youngest. Boba was definitely not at the forefront of the fighting: he should not even have been in danger. What was he doing here?

His boy, barely thirteen years old, forgot to struggle when he saw him and tried to approach, a terrible mixture of hope and fear all over his face.

"Buir-"

"What happens to him from now on will depend mainly on your attitude," the Jedi continued, Boba being taken away from him with a gesture, and Jango shook his head, trying to make him understand not to struggle.

He would do what he had to as a father to protect him.

"What do you want?"

"You have fathered powerful and capable children, and you are still fertile and capable of making a knot. It can go a thousand different ways depending on how you behave, just know it."

Jango felt a chill run through him at the almost detached realization that he was not asking for anything: he was explaining. He was going to have a baby with Jango, whether the Mandalorian wanted to or not. If he resisted, he would be restrained and forced to continue.

And if he was too stubborn, Boba would suffer the consequences.

"What... Is there something I need to know or do?" He finally asked, just wanting to get it over with.

"Not really," the man said softly, but his gentleness was deceptive: it was cold, emotionless, and lifeless. "No need to waste time, right? Kneel."

Jango was already half kneeling when he looked around. None of the other Jedi made any move to leave.

"They're staying, if you're wondering. Becoming a High Councilor comes with duties, one of which I am about to fulfil with you. Our child will be conceived in their presence, with their blessing."

Jango needed his hands pressing down on his shoulders to complete the movement. In a motion he did not resist, his hands went from being tied in front of him to being tied behind his back. He was... really going to do this, was not he?

"If it's too much for you, I can give you something to help you relax or blindfold you so you don't have to see them. "

It was so kind in its bizarre way that Jango wanted to cry. This man was going to rape him and steal his child, but he was offering to make the act less humiliating? What was wrong with him? He was undressing him to do something to him that his people would never do to anyone, not even slaves, and he thought he would be pleased to receive this offer?

"Don't bother with that," he replied dispassionately, feeling completely disconnected from reality as he was rubbed and stroked until he was hard, his body thankfully reacting for him.

He did not want to be any more vulnerable than he already was, and the drug would do just that. As for a blindfold... it would not change anything, so he might as well see. Pretending it was not happening would not change anything: it was happening.

The Omega, and in fact Jango was beginning to wonder if they were not all Omegas, took him in one go, without any difficulty or noise, and began to fuck him mechanically, like a duty to be fulfilled, not an act that until then had meant passion and adoration to Jango.

Tears flowed silently down his cheeks and he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth in shame as he felt himself ejaculate and knot the Jedi, who sighed with contentment. His tears were patiently wiped away and he did not refuse the gesture. He did not know if he could.

The Jedi got up as soon as he could, and Jango watched detachedly as his vaginal lips dripped with his excitement and Jango's seed while he got dressed and curled up when the Omega did the same to him, covering him again.

It was useless, he had no dignity left to protect after doing that without trying to fight it for a single second.

"Is that all?" He asked when he was absolutely sure his voice would not crack, dejected.

"It is, thank you for your cooperation. You will come back every day until I get pregnant. See you tomorrow."

See you tomorrow. The words echoed in his head, the only sound available in the emptiness of his mind.

He was taken back to a room where he could clean himself up, trying to scrub the shame and distress from his skin even though nothing would wash it away, and he was taken back to yet another cell.

"Buir?"

"Boba."

His hands were untied, and he turned in his embrace to his son, full of incomprehension. Why had he been untied?

"Master Kenobi authorizes you to be unchained in your cell."

"Buir, are you all right?"

The innocent and naive face of his youngest son broke down all his walls and Jango burst into loud, ugly sobs, clutching his son close, refusing to show him his face. No, he was not okay, he... they had broken something inside him, he could feel it, it was not just physical, it was... as if they had killed something in his soul. He did not think he would ever be able to willingly have sex with anyone again.

"You'll be fine, don't worry about anything, Bob'ika, Buir will do what it takes to make everything okay."

It was not the answer to his question, but it was the best answer he could give at the moment. The only one that would not be a lie.

"Did they hurt you? Are you hurt?"

Jango tightened his grip and did not let go of his son for a second, so happy and relieved that Boba clung to him in return even as painful, agonizing sounds came from his throat. He was his everything. His only reason to stay strong a little longer.

"You'll be fine, I swear."

He would not give them any reason to touch a single hair on his head... they would never do that to him, no matter what it cost him.