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“Mand’alor Fett,” Master Oodu said, bowing her head in respect to the leader of the Mandalorians.
The Mand’alor, Jango Fett, was lounging on the throne, for that was the best word to describe his loose limbed position with his legs spread. One could almost think that he wasn’t paying attention if it weren’t for the calculating look he was giving them, glancing at each of the Jedi in the group in turn. His scrutinizing gaze lingered on Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan stopped himself from flinching under the intense look. He was certain that from that distance the Mand’alor could tell how nervous he actually was. It was his first mission as a new knight.
The Mand’alor had told the Jedi that he would accept reparations only in the form of new life replacing those lost on Galidraan and the Jedi sent seven fertile members. It just happened a week after Obi-Wan’s knighting. He was Stewjoni and Stewjoni were known throughout the galaxy for being fertile and fecund. They rarely had single births.
“You there, Jetii, come here,” The Mand’alor said, pointing possibly to him. Obi-Wan glanced around and when no one else stepped forward, he took a steadying breath and went to stand before the dais.
“Yes, Mand’alor?” He asked.
The Mand’alor’s gaze was far more intense this time and he scanned him slowly, leering at him, and then he smirked. He pointed at the foot of his throne and Obi-Wan moved there. He grasped his elbows under his sleeves, trying to hide his nervousness. He hadn’t expected the Mand’alor to notice him.
“Do you know the rules of the contract?” The Mand’alor asked.
“I do, sir,” Obi-Wan said, nodding, voice surprisingly steady.
“Recite them,” He said, leaning back in the massive seat.
“The Jedi members shall obey the Mand’alor and follow Mandalorian law. Any children they bear will belong to the Mandalorians. Physical abuse will not be tolerated and should a Jedi be hurt seriously at any point through direct or indirect action of a Mandalorian they will return to the Temple and no replacement will be sent. The Mandalorians will provide adequate food, shelter, medical care, and other such necessities while the Jedi is under the contract. This will last for at least ten years.”
“Do you agree to these rules?”
“I do, sir,” Obi-Wan said, bowing his head.
“Strip,” The Mand’alor smirked.
Obi-Wan blinked. Surely, he hadn’t heard him right, he couldn’t want Obi-Wan to strip in public.
“I thought you said you agree to the rules, Jetii?” The Mand’alor crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Obi-Wan, brow arched.
“I do, sir,” Obi-Wan said, a hint of panic entering his voice.
“Then strip, right here.”
“Yes, sir,” Obi-Wan swallowed back a lump of anxiety in his throat. He could do this.
The air took on a sudden chill and his hands trembled while he took off each article of clothing, setting them all to the side. He kept his eyes on the Mand’alor, watching, hoping he would tell Obi-Wan to stop. But the more he removed, the more dread settled in his gut as he grew certain that the Mand’alor would have him naked in front of everyone. He got to his underwear and he pushed those down, stepped out of them, and stashed them between his tunics and leggings as if to hide them. He stood up straight, hands at his sides, and stared forward. He kept his breathing slow.
The Mand’alor’s eyes dragged over him and it felt like a physical touch, heat stroking over his skin.
“Suck my cock, Jetii,” He said.
Oh, kriff.
Obi-Wan stepped forward but the Mand’alor held up his hand and Obi-Wan paused.
“Crawl.”
Obi-Wan swallowed back his trepidation and he got down on his hands and knees, keenly aware that everyone could see him. A thrill shot through him at that and he crawled forward to the Mand’alor. He reached up and fumbled with the the codpiece, scowling in frustration when it wouldn’t pop off conveniently. He didn’t want to be on the floor longer than necessary.
The Mand’alor was grinning down at him, shaking his head in amusement.
“Do you need help, jet’ika?” He asked in a teasing tone.
Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned, he didn’t know the exact meaning of the word but it was clear that it wasn’t a compliment. He tried again before nodding.
“I can’t hear you, jet’ika,” The Mand’alor said.
Another Mandalorian in silver armor chuckled.
“I need help,” Obi-Wan said, gritting his teeth.
The Mand’alor easily took off the irritating piece of armor and then he unzipped his flight suit and pulled out his hard cock. It was thick and Obi-Wan briefly wondered how it was going to even fit inside him. He would find out later. Hopefully he could please the Mand’alor and suck him off.
“Do you need any more help, Jet’ika?”
“No, Mand’alor,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head.
He took a deep breath. He could do this. He hadn’t actually done it before but it couldn’t be that difficult. It looked easy on the holovids he had seen.
Obi-Wan wrapped his hand around the warm flesh to steady it and he lowered his lips around the head, taking it slowly. The Mand’alor combed his fingers through his hair, the light touch making him tremble.
The cock had a salty taste to it and it felt heavy on his tongue. He licked along the hard length, idly noting the bulging veins.
“Jetii Oodu, is this allowed under the contract?” The Mand’alor asked.
“Yes, Mand’alor,” She answered in a calm tone.
The Mand’alor’s grip in his hair tightened and he yanked him off his cock. Pain shot through him and Obi-Wan gasped, not from the pain, but the shock of pleasure that raced down his spine.
“Get in my lap, jet’ika,” The Mand’alor commanded.
Obi-Wan whimpered and hastily tried to follow the order, only for the Mand’alor to shove him off.
“Facing the court, jet’ika,” The Mand’alor said, voice saccharine sweet.
Obi-Wan gulped as shame shot through him. Everyone would see him. He turned around, feeling his cheeks burn, and sat in the Mand’alor’s lap, facing everyone.
His fellow Jedi were staring blankly ahead, blocking the actions on the throne out. For which Obi-Wan was grateful. He’d rather not have everyone witness this. He knew that if he weren’t the one in the Mand’alor’s lap he would have been reciting mantras in his head or mentally going through katas. He had learned long ago how to be physically present but mentally absent.
The Mand’alor grabbed his cock and jerked it until Obi-Wan was hard. He dropped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting his body respond naturally to the Mand’alor’s touch. At least the man was handsome with strong features and rather beautiful eyes. He was in shape which wasn’t always true with leaders. He also had this deep voice that sent tingles through Obi-Wan and made him want to listen and obey.
Fingers brushed between his folds and Obi-Wan let out a loud gasp, shaking on the Mand’alor’s lap. A finger pressed inside him and Obi-Wan cried out as pleasure shot straight through to his core. He couldn’t fight it. It shouldn’t be happening, not like this, not with everyone watching him, but he was more aroused than he had ever been before. His hips jerked and his legs twitched as the fingers pressed against a spot inside him that had his vision turning white.
A hard smack on his thigh jolted him back to reality and he cried out.
“Keep your legs open, jet’ika,” The Mand’alor growled, “I want them to watch you cum.”
Oh, kriff.
Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t fight it. Not as the Mand’alor seemed intent on making him orgasm in front of the court. The thought of everyone watching, seeing him so wanton like this on the Mand’alor’s lap only spurred him on.
With fingers crooking inside him and a hand fisting his cock, Obi-Wan didn’t last long before his eyes were rolling back and he was cumming hard, gasping as his body tensed, every muscle clenching at once, before relaxing in a crushing wave. He lay sprawled in the Mand’alor’s lap, blinking, trying to gather himself. He vaguely registered the Mand’alor moving him and then something thick was pressing at his entrance and Obi-Wan bit into his bottom lip to keep from screaming out in shameful pleasure.
“I think you’re enjoying this, jet’ika,” The Mand’alor said, rocking his hips.
Obi-Wan rolled his head to the side and buried it in the Mand’alor’s neck, whimpering as each movement of the Mand’alor’s hips shifted the thick cock.
“You’re so tight,” The Mand’alor said, pinching one of his nipples.
Obi-Wan whimpered and tried to close his legs again but the Mand’alor smacked the inside of his thigh.
“Jetii Oodu, is this allowed?” The Mand’alor asked.
“Yes, Mand’alor,” The Jedi Master said, her voice composed, not at all like Obi-Wan.
The Mand’alor leaned close and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to fill you jet’ika, in front of everyone.”
Obi-Wan panted against his neck, eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out that it was in public, that people were watching, even though it turned him on. He shouldn’t like this. He shouldn’t enjoy letting the Mand’alor use him like this, displaying him on his lap, fucking him in public for all to see.
“Such a good jet’ika, doing so well,” The Mand’alor said, stroking his cheek. He held Obi-Wan’s hips in a firm grip, rocking him on his cock, just a slow thorough fuck.
He snapped his hips up and Obi-Wan gasped, shuddering on top of him.
The thick cock plunged deep inside him, hitting spots that Obi-Wan didn’t know existed, causing stars to appear in his vision. Another snap of the Mand’alor’s hips had Obi-Wan clenching on top of him, groaning in sweet ecstasy. He was so close. He just needed a little more.
A hand fisted his cock once more and Obi-Wan whimpered against the Mand’alor’s neck, unable to hide his pleasure any longer.
“Beg, Jet’ika,” The Mand’alor said.
“Please,” Obi-Wan whispered, unable to deny him. He was under his thumb.
The Mand’alor hissed and his thrusts turned erratic, losing the careful, precise timing. He groaned and bit down where Obi-Wan’s neck and shoulder met, sending a burst of sharp pain through him.
Obi-Wan groaned and he trembled as his orgasm overtook him once more. His cock spilled on his belly and his head hung limply against the Mand’alor’s neck. He felt warmth spill inside him. The hard thrusting stopped and the Mand’alor stilled, although his cock, soft once more, remained inside him. He sagged on the Mand’alor’s lap, relaxing against the metal chest plate and staring out with unseeing eyes.
“Jetii Master Oodu, was all of that allowed under the contract?”
“Yes, Mand’alor, all of that is allowed under the contract.”
Warm, strong hands shifted him and he turned and sat with his side to the Mand’alor’s chest. The Mand’alor patted his head and tucked it against his neck. Obi-Wan breathed in deep and curled up on the Mand'alor's lap.
“Myles, have someone escort the Jetiise to the guest quarters, see to any of their needs and have a medic do a check up on each of them.”
Obi-Wan was too exhausted to move. He had never realized how much energy an orgasm could take out of a person. He didn’t shift out of the position the Mand’alor had put him in.
“Jetii Oodu, is there something I can help you with?” The Mand’alor asked, sounding far kinder than he had a moment ago.
Obi-Wan cracked an eye open and stared down at the Jedi Master. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves and she wore a blank expression. He didn’t have the energy to even blush from her seeing him naked and cuddling on the Mand’alor’s lap.
A shiver wracked him as a sudden chill made his hair stand up. The vigorous fuck had kept him warm but without that activity he was getting cold.
“Will Knight Kenobi be joining us?”
A finger on his chin gently tipped his head up and warm golden eyes met his. The Mand’alor’s brows furrowed as he gazed into his eyes. The Mand'alor looked back down to the Jedi Master and shook his head.
“Jetii Kenobi will be staying here with me, I’ll personally see to his care,” The Mand’alor said.
Obi-Wan tensed on the Mand’alor’s lap, he hadn’t intended to capture his interest.
“Don’t worry, jet’ika, I’ll take good care of you,” The Mand’alor said. He leaned over and grabbed Obi-Wan’s robe from the floor and draped it over him. He rubbed his hands up and down Obi-Wan’s arm and back, bringing some warmth back to him.
Master Oodu left the room with the rest of the Jedis, leaving Obi-Wan alone.
“You gave us entirely too much power in that contract, jetii,” The Mand’alor ducked his head and whispered, “Consider that a lesson in humility.”
“Mand’alor, there is a dispute between two clans,” Another Mandalorian said. Obi-Wan couldn’t see who it was with his head tucked against the Mand’alor’s neck.
For a while Obi-Wan sat in the Mand’alor’s lap, listening to the proceedings. The Mand’alor was almost always touching him. He would stroke his arm or rub his back. It was relaxing in a way. As long as he forgot he was in public. He didn’t remove the robe from Obi-Wan, even when he slid his hand under the robe and brushed his fingers through Obi-Wan’s folds, making Obi-Wan jolt. The Mand’alor chuckled at his reaction and continued to play with him. He slid his fingers inside him and Obi-Wan moaned against his neck, spreading his legs slightly, giving him more room. The Mand’alor carried on with a discussion while he played with him, murmuring praise to Obi-Wan, telling him how good he was for being so quiet.
Once again, words that Obi-Wan never would’ve expected to turn him on did, and he rocked his hips when the Mand’alor called him good. Pleasure surged through him once more and he moaned his orgasm against the Mand’alor’s neck, trying to be as quiet as he could, intent on being good for the Mand’alor.
His eyes drifted shut after that and he woke up cradled in the Mand’alor’s arm in an undignified princess carry. He squirmed and pulled his robe from over his face, scowling up at the smirking Mand’alor.
“I can walk,” Obi-Wan grumbled.
The Mand’alor snorted and rolled his eyes.
“You were asleep in my lap, jet’ika, it seemed easier to carry you.”
Obi-Wan huffed and glanced around at the unfamiliar walls.
“Where are we going?”
“My office,” The Mand’alor said, “It’s not too far now.”
They turned a corner and then the Mand’alor opened a door. The office was more utilitarian than some rulers. It had a large desk with a tidy top near one wall and clear windows covered the wall opposite. The windows looked out onto an expansive courtyard with several people training below. There was a small sitting area with a couch and two chairs and a low table in between.
The Mand’alor sat him on top of the desk and Obi-Wan pulled his robe closed over his still naked body. The Mand’alor sat down on a rolling chair; he put his helmet on a stand on his desk. He leaned back in the chair and clasped his hands in front of him and stared up at Obi-Wan with a contemplative expression. Obi-Wan kept his features blank, determined not to give anything away.
It gave him a chance to study him for a moment, something he hadn’t been able to do earlier since he had been facing away from him. The man was young, but still nearly a decade older than Obi-Wan. He had a scar on one brow and another on his lower lip. His skin was a beautiful bronze. Dark curls hung over his forehead, framing strong features.
The Mand’alor reached forward and pulled Obi-Wan’s hands off the robe and then tugged it down his shoulders to pool on top of the desk, baring him once more. The Mand’alor stared, admiring the view, and he trailed his fingers along Obi-Wan’s inner thighs. Sparks of pleasure shot through him at the featherlight touch.
“How much experience do you have?”
“What?” Obi-Wan asked, brows furrowing.
“You bled a little on me, jet’ika, I’m assuming I broke your hymen. So, how much experience do you have?”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.
“I don’t believe my experience is relevant. My mission is to bear children for Mandalore.”
“There’s nothing in the contract that says you can’t have fun doing it,” The Mand’alor smirked, “And experience helps you learn what you like and dislike. Since you’re avoiding the question I’m going to assume that you don’t have any experience.”
“There’s nothing in the contract that said you had to fuck me on the throne,” Obi-Wan said, eyes narrowed, anger simmering under the surface.
It only made the Mand’alor’s smirk widen.
“I think you enjoyed it, even if it was your first time. But what I’m trying to figure out is if you liked people watching you, which would be exhibitionism, or if you liked being humiliated like that, which is your basic humiliation kink. Tell me,” The Mand’alor leaned closer, “Which one was it?”
“Which one do you think it was?” Obi-Wan sneered. He didn’t like how easily the Mand’alor could pick up on what he had enjoyed.
The Mand’alor tilted his head to the side and studied him a moment.
“Both,” he said, grinning, “You liked people watching you get fingered and jerked off and you liked it when I fucked you and the humiliation of it turned you on too.”
“I am here to fulfill the contract, my enjoyment does not matter,” Obi-Wan scowled but his blushing ruined the effect.
The Mand’alor rolled his eyes.
“Do you want us to treat you like a broodmare?” The Mand’alor stood up and put his hands on each side, bracketing him. “We could get a breeding bench for you and strap you in and let everyone fill your hole until you’re pregnant- and maybe we’ll let them keep doing it after too. That would be your life on Mandalore for the next ten years, a broodmare, always pregnant, an open hole for us to fuck for our pleasure-- never yours.”
Obi-Wan leaned back and met the Mand’alor’s stare head on. Although the image of people constantly fucking him stirred heat inside him and he bit at his bottom lip to keep from whimpering at the thought.
“Maybe you would like that,” The Mand’alor’s grin turned devious and he pushed Obi-Wan down to lay on his back on the desk. “Would you enjoy being a broodmare, Jetii Kenobi? I could put the bench in here and watch people fuck you day in and day out. And at night, you wouldn’t even be assigned a bed, you’d just sleep with whoever was fucking you.”
Obi-Wan swallowed back the surge of arousal that rose inside him.
The Mand’alor’s fingers brushed over his rapidly slickening folds and his eyes sparkled. It sent a terrified thrill through Obi-Wan.
“Do you want us to breed you, jet’ika? Tell me what you want, and you shall have it, as long as it fulfills the contract.”
Obi-Wan’s breath hitched as the Mand’alor’s thick fingers slid inside him again. His eyes rolled back and he couldn’t help but rock on them.
“I want to fulfill the contract,” Obi-Wan whimpered.
The fingers pulled out of him and Obi-Wan whined, glancing down at the Mand’alor with a needy gaze. The Mand’alor shook his head.
“How about this Jetii Kenobi, you stay with me for one month, we explore your kinks, and if ultimately we aren’t compatible, you can have your pick of Mandalorians. I’m sure any of them would enjoy fucking you,” The Mand’alor’s gaze dropped to between Obi-Wan’s legs and he smirked, “Or breeding you as it were.”
Obi-Wan’s cock twitched and he ducked his head before the Mand’alor could see his blush.
“Yes, Mand’alor,” He said.
“Good, now, you’re going to call me Alor,” The Mand’alor said.
“Yes, Alor,” Obi-Wan nodded.
“I might let you call me Jango but we’ll work to that,” The Mand’alor said, “I still have a few questions for you. Your order may have intended to make us rapists with how dubious your consent would be with that contract but I will give you some power here, jet’ika.”
“Yes, alor?”
“We will operate on the color system for safe words, green means you’re enjoying it and to continue, yellow means you need to slow down, and red is an immediate stop. If you tell someone no they should stop, with me though you must be specific and use your safeword. If you tell me no, I might ask if I can continue and see what’s wrong.”
“I can say no?” Obi-Wan stared up at him in puzzlement.
The Mand’alor, Jango, nodded.
“The contract states you will bear children for us. You only have to get pregnant. Once that happens, you don’t need to continue to have sex, you can’t get more pregnant.”
“Does this apply to the others too?”
Jango nodded once more.
“We’re going to have a party tomorrow night and the jetiise can mingle and see who they hit it off with. They can arrange if they want to spend their time with their chosen partner or they could stay here and the partner would join them here. They can also choose several partners if they like. IVF is also available for if they don’t want to have sex and will simply pick a father and go through it that way.”
“Why don’t I get the option of IVF?”
Jango snorted.
“Because then you won’t get to be a throne slut for a month, but you’re allowed to. Do you want IVF, Jetii Kenobi? There’s no exploring your kinks if you go that route.”
Was it wrong of him to actually enjoy the thought of exploring his kinks with the Mand’alor and acting like a throne slut? It sounded like it would be fun.
“I don’t,” Obi-Wan shook his head.
“Good,” Jango grinned in delight before turning serious, “I will give the Jetiise leave to use their time as they wish, including you but you will also be my throne slut, I expect you to sleep in my bed with me and to be with me in the throne room, in whatever position I request, sitting in my lap or kneeling at my feet. There will be other times where I will request you to join me and it will not be an option. You are welcome to join me in the office, either waiting at my side or even lounging on the couch and giving me a pretty view.”
Obi-Wan blushed and ducked his head at that but the Mand’alor was quick to grab his chin and turn his attention back to him.
“You will wear whatever I give you, which might be a lot of skirts so I can always play with that pretty cunt of yours.”
Obi-Wan blushed at the possibility of wearing skirts. He had thought they looked cute before but had never dared to wear one.
“Do you have any questions, jet’ika?”
“Do I have to wear the clothes you give me if I am spending time with the other Jedi?”
Jango paused for a moment and then gave him a wicked grin.
“That might be a punishment.”
“If I’m in your office, what about conversations that you don’t want me to overhear?”
Another pause and then Jango grinned once more.
“Stand up.”
Obi-Wan got off the desk and stood, hands at his sides.
Jango grabbed his helmet and slid it on Obi-Wan’s head. The HUD was there one moment and then it vanished. Obi-Wan blinked and saw nothing, everything was black. The force felt muffled around him, as if he was looking at it through murky water. A faint melody played over the speakers and he couldn’t hear anything else. It was fine for a moment but without the force to orient himself Obi-Wan’s heart started beating faster.
“Alor?”
[I’m right here, Jet’ika.] A hand grabbed his. Blocky white text filled the screen. [How are you feeling? Are you comfortable wearing this if you’re in here and I have to work on something sensitive?]
Obi-Wan nodded but then realized that Jango probably couldn’t see it.
“Yes, alor ,” He said and then a moment later asked, “How are you hearing me?”
[I’ve paired the comm in my helmet to my vambrace and with my vambrace I can control everything you see and hear right now.]
Wet warmth wrapped around Obi-Wan’s half-hard cock and he jolted and cursed.
[How do you feel about sensory deprivation, Jet’ika?]
“I don’t- I’ve never done it before.” It didn’t feel bad, he simply hadn’t expected it. The force usually helped him be aware of his surroundings. “It’s different.”
[Do you want me to take the helmet off?]
“No, Alor, it’s fine.”
[I’m going to get some work done and you’re going to sit in my lap and keep me warm, Jet’ika.]
Hands grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. His knees bumped into a chair and he scrambled up, feeling cool metal against his thighs. The head of Jango’s cock prodded at his entrance and Obi-Wan whimpered, remembering the full stretch of that cock inside him. He rubbed his cock over Obi-Wan’s folds and they slickened and he slowly had Obi-Wan sink down. Obi-Wan groaned and grabbed whatever he could reach, fingers digging in as the cock filled him.
“Kriff, you’re big,” Obi-Wan whimpered, sinking completely on him. He rocked a little on the cock and then there was a sharp smack to his bottom and he moaned.
[Remind me to bend you over my knee and spank you sometime, Jet’ika. Now, you’re keeping me warm, that means no fucking yourself like some needy slut.]
“I’m just supposed to sit here?” Obi-Wan let out a low growl and glared behind the helmet. He dug his nails into Jango’s clothes.
[Yes, and if you’re good, I’ll fuck you once I’m done. If you keep distracting me though I won’t give you any orgasms for the rest of the day.]
Obi-Wan huffed. Jango’s cock felt incredible inside him. How was he supposed to resist rocking on it and simply fucking himself. He laid his head down and rested it and instead tried to focus on finding his center and meditating. The force was muffled so it wasn’t easy but eventually he was able to use that to keep from rocking on Jango.
[You’re being good, Jet’ika ] Heat rose inside him at the compliment. [ Keep it up and I will fuck you over the desk. ]
That wasn’t hard, he let himself fall back into the meditative state and then what was likely minutes later, hands lifted him and laid him over the top of the desk and Jango pounded into him. Jango ripped the helmet off of him and Obi-Wan blinked in the sudden bright light.
“I didn’t get to see your face last time, Jet’ika,” Jango groaned, fucking him hard.
The Mand’alor’s eyes shone like gold, filled with a passionate heat, staring intently down at him. Obi-Wan whimpered under the intensity. Jango grabbed Obi-Wan’s legs and threw them on his shoulders, the change shifted the angle of Jango’s thrusts and his cock hit a spot that had Obi-Wan seeing stars. Obi-Wan gasped.
“I want to see you cum, Jet’ika,” Jango said. He grasped Obi-Wan’s cock and jerked him a few times.
Obi-Wan came with a shout, body clenching on the thick cock inside him. His eyes rolled back and he trembled. Jango continued to fuck him, starting a brutal pace. Jango followed soon after with a pleased groan, cock buried deep. Obi-Wan lay there and stared up at the ceiling, reflecting on what was going to be his life for the next 10 years. He hadn’t expected to enjoy the sex so much. The next month was going to be interesting. That was certain.