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Days blurred into a haze of meeting with the Chancellor and Jedi duties, the weight of unspoken doubts pressing on Anakin like an ill-fitted cloak. He arrived at the Chancellor's office unannounced, the doors sliding open to reveal Palpatine seated behind his imposing desk, surrounded by flickering holoscreens displaying war reports. Anakin's face was etched with frustration, his mechanical hand flexing as he stepped forward.
“Chancellor, I need to talk. The Council—they're holding me back, treating me like a padawan still. They don't trust me with the missions that matter.” Palpatine looked up, his eyes gleaming with calculated sympathy, lips curling into a reassuring smile.
“Anakin, always a pleasure. Sit, my boy. Share your burdens.” As Anakin approached the desk, leaning in to elaborate, “Obi-Wan agrees with them too much, and Windu... he's blind to the real threats”
Palpatine raised a gnarled hand subtly. The dark side surged, a whisper of Force tendrils snaking into Anakin's mind, coiling around his thoughts like smoke. The Jedi's eyes glazed over mid-sentence, his body slumping forward onto the desk's edge, arms splaying across the polished surface. Hypnosis took hold swiftly, rewriting his perceptions. He believed he was seated comfortably, engaged in a rational debate, voice steady as he continued,
“We need bolder action against the Separatists.” In truth, Palpatine stood, robes parting as he circled behind the entranced Jedi. His fingers hooked into Anakin's belt, yanking it open with a sharp tug, pants and boots vanishing in a haze of dark energy. The young man's ass cheeks flexed exposed in the cool office air, the stretched pucker clenching instinctively. Palpatine took his own cock in his hand’s, the veined length hardening instantly, tip already beading with anticipation. He pressed the head against Anakin's entrance, spitting onto the hole for crude lubrication before shoving forward.
The ring yielded under pressure, stretching wide as the shaft drove in deep, burying halfway on the first thrust. Anakin's hole gripped the intrusion, inner walls rippling around the girth, but his hypnotized mind registered nothing, his mouth forming words about Council politics.
“They're too cautious, Chancellor. It's costing lives.” Palpatine gripped Anakin's hips, nails biting into the skin, and rammed the rest of his cock inside, balls pressing flush. He began to fuck with deliberate force, hips snapping forward to slam the length home repeatedly, the desk creaking under the assault. Each plunge dragged the shaft along the clenching passage, the head nudging deep into Anakin's guts, building a slick heat from friction and leaking fluids. Palpatine's breaths grew ragged, savoring the oblivious compliance, the way Anakin's body jolted with every impact, ass cheeks jiggling, hole fluttering around the pounding cock.
“Indeed,” the Chancellor murmured in response, voice laced with dark amusement, “the Council fears your power” He leaned over, one hand sliding up to tangle in Anakin's hair, pulling his head back slightly while thrusting harder, the rhythm turning brutal, wet slaps echoing softly.
The office door hissed open without warning. Obi-Wan Kenobi entered, his beard neatly trimmed, robes flowing as he scanned the room.
“Anakin? Chancellor—I was looking for my former padawan. We have a briefing.” His eyes met Palpatine's, but before alarm could flicker, the Sith extended his influence. A pulse of dark side energy washed over Obi-Wan, hypnosis latching onto his mind like a vice. Obi-Wan's expression slackened, his perception warping, he saw Anakin seated properly, both men in deep conversation, no impropriety in sight. Obi-Wan nodded absently, stepping closer.
“I apologize for interrupting. Carry on.” In his altered vision, he pulled up a chair, settling in as if joining the discussion, commenting,
“The Council's decisions are sound, Anakin. Patience is key.” Palpatine didn't miss a beat, continuing to pound into Anakin's ass over the desk, the Jedi's torso bent forward, face pressed near the surface, oblivious words tumbling out.
“Patience? We’re talking about their indecisiveness!” The intrusion stretched the hole wider with each drive, the cock pistoning relentlessly, churning the passage into a sloppy sheath. Sweat slicked their skin, Palpatine's thrusts growing erratic as pleasure coiled tight. But then, a break in the hypnosis — a surge of raw sensation from the exposure, Obi-Wan’s eyes on them — pierced through. Anakin's mind snapped back, awareness flooding in like ice water. His eyes widened in horror, body tensing as he registered the reality, pants gone, ass impaled on the Chancellor's thick cock, the older man rutting into him savagely while Obi-Wan sat mere feet away.
Panic seized him.
“What—Chancellor! Stop! Obi-Wan, help—” His voice cracked, mechanical arm whirring as he tried to push up, legs kicking futilely, hole clenching in terror around the invading shaft. The brief struggle only heightened the friction, Palpatine's cock throbbing deeper from the squeeze. Obi-Wan blinked, still hypnotized, seeing only a polite chat, murmuring,
“Anakin, calm yourself. What's this about?” Palpatine growled, eyes flashing yellow. He clamped a hand over Anakin's mouth, the other channeling a fresh wave of dark side command straight into the Jedi's fracturing psyche.
“Sleep, boy. Forget.” The hypnosis reasserted itself like a hammers blow, tendrils rewiring the panic into nothingness. Anakin's struggles ceased, eyes rolling back briefly before refocusing blankly. His body went limp again, accepting the ongoing fuck as if it were a dreamless void.
Palpatine resumed thrusting, harder now to reclaim his rhythm, the cock slamming balls-deep, ridges scraping the spasming walls. Obi-Wan remained none the wiser, nodding along to the fabricated conversation:
“Yes, the Council must evolve.” With the interruption quelled, Palpatine chased his release, hips blurring in furious drives. He buried himself to the root one final time, groaning low as his cock pulsed, unleashing thick ropes of cum into Anakin's depths.
The seed flooded the clenching channel, hot and viscous, some spilling out around the base to drip down the Jedi's thighs. Pulse after pulse filled him, marking the violation deep inside. As the orgasm faded, Palpatine withdrew with a wet pop, the gaping hole twitching, cum leaking freely. He used the Force to redress Anakin seamlessly, the hypnosis compelling him to straighten and conclude the talk.
“You're right, Chancellor. I need to trust more.” Obi-Wan rose, still entranced, bidding farewell.
“Let's go, Anakin. Duty calls.” The two Jedi departed together, Anakin's steps steady, the warmth in his ass dismissed as vague tension from the discussion, Palpatine's influence burrowing ever deeper, unseen and unbreakable.