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Obi-Wan woke to a mouth on his cock, and he sighed, utterly content. What a nice way to wake up. He looked down at the dark head between his legs slowly bobbing up and down and reached out to trace the scar curling around a temple. Amber eyes fluttered open and up at him, already slightly hazy. Obi-Wan smiled.
“Good morning. What a nice way to be woken, pet. I think we will make this a habit.” CC-2224 licked over the head of his cock, a nonverbal sign that he understood, and Obi-Wan sighed again and laid his hand on top of those fetching curls that were just a few centimeters short of the perfect length now.
Cody
, he reminded himself of the catalyst of this new development.
His name is Cody.
–
The Clones had been commissioned by a Sith who had been assassinated before he could ever use them, which was utterly hilarious, in Obi-Wan’s opinion. Visions of the future but not of the knife about to land in his back.
After they had then been discovered, various Sith had claimed parts of the army and they used them not unlike a multi-person version of Dejarik, squabbling among each other. Most used the control chips that had been implanted in the Clones’ brains, but Obi-Wan had never seen the point. Why use a sentient army to fight your wars and then strip away the very thing that made them superior to droids?
The disuse of the chips was what had led to him overhearing two Clones speaking, after all, thinking themselves alone, and when the one had called the other
Wolffe
, he had made his presence known. The sharp, sudden spike of fear and panic was like a delightful little bonfire, warming him even from across the room, and he waved it off when they both froze at attention.
“At ease, Commanders. Now, what did I just hear? Did you call him
Wolffe
?” The panic spiked into a forest fire.
“It was my mistake, my Lord. CC-3636 is not to blame.” CC-2224 said immediately, and Obi-Wan wondered idly what his name might be. If he had one, if this was something true to all the Clones…how fascinating.
“That was not what I asked, Commander.” he said mildly, and CC-3636 shifted minutely, as if he just so fought down the urge to shift protectively in front of CC-2224.
CC-2224 took a breath. “Yes, my Lord, I called him by that designation.” Couching it in professional language to soften the blow he must be afraid was coming.
Obi-Wan smiled.
“Dismissed…Wolffe.” He didn’t look away from CC-2224, not even as he felt the rage pour out of Wolffe, sharp and pointed like a knife, and just as quickly die down when CC-2224 shifted and moved one hand behind his back to brush against Wolffe’s.
Obi-Wan hoped Wolffe wouldn’t try and attack him. It would be such a waste; the Clone was breathtakingly competent.
After he had been captured by Tyranus’ pet assassin Ventress and got tortured and fruitlessly interrogated and not only escaped on his own but brought back vital intel to Obi-Wan before collapsing from his wounds…Obi-Wan had not hesitated to let him be treated, had not hesitated to authorize the creation and implantation of the needed cybernetic eye.
Temper a weapon, hone it and care for it, and it will slay all your enemies for you.
A long moment passed and Obi-Wan decided to be magnanimous. “CC-2224 will not be punished, Wolffe. I merely want to talk to him in private.” Commander Wolffe saluted sharply and left, though a thick cloud of worry and anger remained behind.
The Sith who used the control chips missed all of that lovely power; they truly were imbeciles.
When they were alone, Obi-Wan looked at CC-2224 in silence and then inclined his head.
“Tell me, Commander, do all of you have names?” Worry and protectiveness and lovely, helpless anger surged and he had his answer before CC-2224 opened his mouth.
“We do not use the designations in the field, my Lord, they have no influence on our performance.”
“Again, that was not what I asked. Do all of you have names?”
CC-2224 was trembling minutely he was so tense, and Obi-Wan kept looking at him unblinking until that helmet dipped down in submission.
“Yes…my Lord.” The words were little more than a whisper, barely audible through the vocoder.
Obi-Wan smiled.
“Take off your helmet, Commander.” he ordered and watched as minutely trembling hands went up and CC-2224 flipped the helmet over and held it at his side, against his hip.
Obi-Wan took him in with a long, sweeping gaze.
Only a blind person could deny that the Clones had been modeled after a very attractive template, but CC-2224 seemed somehow even more beautiful to him. He could not say what it was, exactly; but this Clone, over any other, had always caught his eye.
“Hmm. Now, I am sure I did not tell you and your men to pick names, Commander.” CC-2224 swallowed and kept his chin lowered in deference, but didn’t speak.
His Commander had always been so clever.
“But I am sure I could overlook this breach of propriety. After all, as you said, it does not diminish your effectiveness in battle. If only I had an incentive to be merciful…” He sighed resignedly, and shrugged his shoulders lightly, and as always, CC-2224 did not disappoint,
“If I can offer anything, my Lord…” He trailed off, probably realizing that he had nothing to offer. All he had was Obi-Wan’s already.
“Oh, I do not know what I could demand. Except…”
CC-2224 looked up, his eyes intense.
“I will do anything, my Lord, to earn your mercy for my brothers.”
“But not for yourself?” Obi-Wan teased, filing that word choice of brothers away for the moment and CC-2224 closed his eyes for a second.
“I would not impose on you more than necessary, my Lord.” he said quietly.
“My dear, clever Commander…ah, if only my last pet had been as exceptional as you, my bed would surely never get cold.”
He sighed wistfully and stared out into the middle distance, and waited.
The lure was set, the trap ready with a bait he knew his prey would not be able to resist. Now he just had to wait.
“If I offered myself as your…pet, my Lord…” the words were hesitant, but the prey had one paw already in the trap. It knew the trap meant death, but the promised bait was too sweet to pass up…
“Now, that would move me to unfailing mercy, I think.”
A pause. A heavy swallow, a deep sense of helplessness and the dark, unyielding will to protect.
“I humbly offer myself, my Lord…if that is acceptable.”
And the trap was sprung.
Obi-Wan had ordered his new pet to shower and report to his rooms after dinner, then dismissed him, and CC-2224 had nodded with the kind of dazed confusion that followed any decision of import.
Not that it really had been a decision; Obi-Wan had never planned to punish the Clones for their names, and he could have simply ordered CC-2224 into his bed. But like this, it had been the Commander’s choice and choices were chains of the mind, ephemeral and stronger than any fetters of durasteel.
As CC-2224 saluted and turned to leave, Obi-Wan stopped him with a raised hand.
“And, Commander, tell the men that from this day on, they may use their names freely and share them, if they wish.”
CC-2224 looked at him with wide eyes and Obi-Wan felt a sense of surprise and the first embers of devotion, deeper than the instinctual loyalty the Clones normally possessed.
Now, if he could stoke these embers…
oh, that would be glorious, wouldn’t it?
The possibility carried him through a boring, uneventful day and finally it was time to retire to his suite of rooms for the night. The Guards at his door must have made a report when he arrived, because not ten minutes after, CC-2224 arrived at the door, clad only in the skintight bodysuit the Clones wore under their armor. He was so clean he seemed to glow faintly, and Obi-Wan pictured naked skin under blistering hot water.
Maybe next time he would take CC-2224 to his bath and clean him himself. The idea made him smile, and CC-2224’s eyes widened a bit.
“Very good, Commander, arriving on time.” He praised and CC-2224 fidgeted, obviously unsure if he should still salute or not. He settled for a deferential nod of his head, standing at parade rest.
“Now, let’s see…how to start. I think we will begin with a little talk, that seems prudent. Strip, Commander.”
He sat down in his favorite armchair and watched as CC-2224 complied immediately. As always, the easy obedience was gratifying to watch, but Obi-Wan admitted to himself there was something even more lovely to it in this context.
It really had been too long since he had taken a pet to his bed.
CC-2224’s undressing was efficient and artless, utterly devoid of any coyness or seduction, and Obi-Wan found he liked that as well. The complete lack of any kind of body shame just enhanced the whole experience. He figured idly that sharing a body with over 95% of the people you knew would make self-consciousness a kind of moot point.
He waved a hand when CC-2224 had reached the black, tight briefs that were part of the Clones’ undersuits.
“Those may stay for the moment. Come here.” He crooked a finger, and his pet obeyed, coming to a stop standing in front of him. Obi-Wan called over a decorative pillow from one of the comfortable couches and set it down on the ground in front of him, between his legs.
“Kneel.”
For the first time, CC-2224 seemed a bit confused.
“On the pillow, my Lord?”
“Yes, Commander. No need to torture your knees with the hard ground when you haven’t earned a punishment.”
CC-2224 settled down on the pillow, sitting back on his haunches, his hands on his knees, and looked up at him.
The position was oh so tempting. Obi-Wan knew of at least five very pleasurable acts for this positioning immediately and he was sure he could come up with more if he tried.
“Now, pet…first of all, what is your name?” Obi-Wan was so curious.
CC-2224 swallowed, looked down for a moment, hesitating, and then straightened his back, and looked up, fixing his gaze at Obi-Wan’s chest.
“My name is Cody, my Lord.”
“Cody? How interesting. Well, Cody. Have you had physical relations before?” The question seemed to surprise Cody, which was curious, since it was very clear why he was here. He hesitated again, then nodded tentatively. “I…have, my Lord?” It was three-fourths a question.
“How far do your experiences go?” Obi-Wan asked patiently. This was supposed to be a long-term development, after all, and it meant a certain sense of delicacy was required if he didn't want to break his pet after a few measly days.
He reached a hand out to card through those short, dark curls, imagining how nice it would be to have a whole handful, get a good grip and move his pet’s head wherever he wanted.
Yes, a deviation from the Clones’ standardized appearance was in order, and if he gave this to Cody, why not the rest too? He would tell Cody later to bring the news to the rest of the Clones.
Even more interesting was the tiny, bitten off sound Cody made, the way he leaned into his hand, his eyes fluttering for just a second, as if they wanted to close.
Oh, that was just fascinating.
He gave a little tug at the short strands of hair and Cody startled, looking up at him.
“My Lord?”
“I asked you a question, Cody. How much experience do you have? I’m assuming you’ve only been with other Clones.”
And if anyone else had dared to touch what was his, they would not have hands for much longer.
Or kidneys. Or various other organs.
“Yes, my Lord. I’ve only been with…other Clones. We- I mean…there’s never much time.”
Obi-Wan remained calm outwardly, but on the inside, he was crowing in delight.
“Have you ever been taken by another?”
Cody looked up at him, and then very clearly suddenly understood, if the rapid blush on his cheeks was any indication. He shook his head.
“Ever had another’s cock in your mouth?” Obi-Wan continued, putting the coy, diplomatic language aside for now.
Cody swallowed. “No, my Lord.”
Obi-Wan sighed happily and gentled his grip in his hair to a soft caress again.
“I’m sure you're a quick learner.”
Cody’s gaze flickered down to his crotch and quickly back up again. “Yes, my Lord.”
This was already better than any pet he’d ever used before.
“Oh, it will be a pleasure to teach you.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
–
Obi-Wan used his hand in Cody’s curls to push his head down, slowly but without stopping, as he felt Cody relax, swallow several time and then his cock slid down his throat as he felt the soft, hazy lust Cody had emanated before spike sharply into a thick fog that lay heavy on his pet’s mind.
Obi-Wan kept him there, his nose pressed into his pubic hair, for a few long seconds and then pulled him off.
Cody took a deep breath, licking over his spit-shiny, slightly swollen lips.
He looked up at Obi-Wan again, something almost like a pout on his face after being interrupted.
“Good morning my Lord.” was the only thing he said, though.
“And, indeed it is, with such a pleasurable way to be woken. What brought that on, pet?”
Cody licked his lips again, the soft blush already on his cheeks darkening a few shades,
“I woke early, and…I needed your cock, my Lord.”
Obi-Wan suppressed the shiver those words wanted to cause.
“Feeling hungry, then? Well, I am in the mood for something else. Come higher, pet, sit in my lap.”
Cody shuffled higher up the bed immediately, shifting and then settling in his lap, like ordered. Obi-Wan took his time and just looked at his pet for a bit.
Cody had always been the most stunning of his brothers in Obi-Wan’s eyes, with a quality to him the Sith could not put into words. And like this, eyes still soft and needy, lips slightly parted, the collar resting on his neck in black leather and gold stitching and further down, all that lovely, lovely bronze skin, broken by the simple, gold-tinted beskar barbells in his nipples. His cock was already hard, and Obi-Wan grinned at the sight as his hands traced the way his eyes hand.
Cody leaned into the hand cupping his cheek trustingly, breathed a kiss and a short suck on the thumb he rubbed over his lips and bared his neck without a moment of hesitation as Obi-Wan’s fingers dipped between collar and throat for a second, checking the fit.
And further down, flicking both of those shiny piercings and hearing Cody’s breath hitch hopefully. He trailed his hands down with a smirk, over the flat panes of his stomach and then to the sides to grab his hips, slotting neatly into the healing finger-shaped bruises left there the day before yesterday.
And then around, cupping that perfect, firm ass.
Obi-Wan had touched thousand year old artifacts with less reverence than this. He spread his pet’s cheeks slowly, and dipped his fingers in between, finding the plug matching the piercings. He tapped his fingers on the base, then grabbed it and teased Cody with it for several moments as Cody gave him soft little sounds, tilting his hips back and bracing himself on Obi-Wan’s chest.
He had mercy on him before long and finally gripped the plug to tug it out, though he took his time as he removed it, feeling Cody’s hole greedily trying to keep it.
“You’ve taken to being filled so well, pet, it’s always a joy to watch.” he complimented idly, and Cody whined, his eyes slipping closed.
Obi-Wan levitated the plug to a side table to be cleaned later and brought a new, clean one over for after. His pet always wore a plug now, so he would be ready whenever the mood struck his Lord.
He guided Cody into lifting his hips up, and brought his cock to his hole. Looking up, he gave a smirk.
“Slowly, now, pet. We’ll take our time, and you know the rule, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, my Lord. I am not allowed to come before you.” Cody breathed and sank down on his cock slowly, his thighs flexing.
Obi-Wan had spent entire nights between those thighs, worshiping them like the works of art they were, and as always, running his hands up the soft skin made Cody tremble in need.
He idly wondered if Cody would disobey so he could get punished again today, or if he’d behave. Truthfully, Obi-Wan should have been firmer, should have found a sort of discipline that didn’t make his pet beg for more instead of mercy...but the memory of Cody’s reaction the first time he had earned himself a heavy spanking had gotten Obi-Wan through a lot of boring, unnecessary meetings with other Sith.
And Cody wasn’t disobedient often, and never over anything that actually mattered. He simply enjoyed the rough treatment just as much as their regular time together.
And Obi-Wan was a Lord of the Sith and could do whatever he wanted, and if that included spoiling and indulging his pet, no one’s opinion on this mattered but his.
Cody breathed out when he came to rest fully in his lap, and Obi-Wan looked up into a face already losing the battle with restraint as want and need poured out of his pet, and the soft haze began to settle around the edges of his mind.
Cody was never as content as when he was allowed to take his Lord’s cock. But he had learned so well; he was sitting docilely, clenching down on Obi-Wan's length inside him periodically and waited for his Lord’s permission to move.
“Such a good pet for me, aren’t you, my dear? And just for me. Just mine, isn’t that right?” He used his hands now on Cody’s hips again and the help of the Force to lift him up and then let him sink back down, and Cody mewled, eyes blinking open and down at him.
“Yes, m-my Lord. Just- just yours. Only yours. Please?” Obi-Wan smiled and continued as if Cody hadn’t spoken.
“And so obedient, following orders so well. If I told you to, you’d sit there and warm my cock for the entire day.” It wasn’t a question but Cody nodded quickly, and clenched down hard, licking his lips.
“Yes, my Lord, I-I’m good for you.”
Obi-Wan let him wait for a few more moments, then he laughed.
“You may move now, my sweet, cockhungry pet.” Cody exhaled in relief and immediately began rolling his hips.
“Thank you, my Lord!”
Obi-Wan had one last, pleasurable cruelty planned, and he hummed thoughtfully as his pet started to establish a rhythm.
“Hands behind your back, Cody. And remember…slow. We have all the time in the world.”
Cody whined, but obeyed, moving his hands behind his back and slowly the frantic first movements into a smoother, more sedate pace, his eyes closing in bliss. Obi-Wan rewarded him by reaching up and flicking his piercings again, tugging lightly on them.
Yes. This was an excellent start to the morning.
After, Cody lay on his chest, catching his breath, Obi-Wan’s softening cock still inside him as his cum slowly leaked out, and was as content as a loth-cat in the sun with Obi-Wan’s hands running up and down his back, tracing his spine.
“Cody…at the beginning, when I acquired you and your brothers. Your chips were activated, I do remember that right, yes?” Cody froze, the lazy, sated happiness evaporating like early morning fog under the rising sun.
“Yes, my Lord.” He said quietly, fear sliding up his spine like a rising tide.
“What did that feel like? Were you aware of your surroundings?” Obi-Wan asked curiously, keeping his caresses steady.
Cody nodded, and exhaled a shaky breath against Obi-Wan’s collarbone.
“It was…like a prison, but in your own head. Moving without wanting to, knowing that no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to resist if someone ordered you to shoot your brothers in the head. Or cut off your own limbs. I- we had a brother who was ordered to starve himself to death to test long-term control of the chip under difficult parameters, and he just…”
His face was pressed into Obi-Wan’s neck to hide as he went quiet.
Then, because his pet was brave and brilliant, he asked “Why do you ask, my Lord?”
The words were slightly muffled, but still audible.
Obi-Wan hummed. “It occurs to me,” he said lightly, “that it is a supremely shortsighted idea to give another Sith the chance to activate your chips. So, if we start with the Officers, descending by rank, and de-chip fifty of you per day, with two days of time in the medbay to monitor recovery…well, that would take a while, but it would be worth it, I think. I will not have another steal what’s mine.”
Cody was completely still on top of him, not even breathing. He raised himself up on shaking arms, looking down at Obi-Wan, and the devotion in his gaze burned like a sun.
“My Lord.” he breathed, and the words held more weight than the title normally did.
Obi-Wan smirked.
“You all are mine, and I expect loyalty and obedience. But I do not expect to receive without giving in return. Cruelty has its uses, but it’s not a catch-all solution, and it never breeds fealty.”
Obi-Wan shrugged lazily. Cody sank down onto his chest again, breathing deeply, his mind a whirl of adoration, shock, hope and a deep and sincere zeal to be loyal.
“You’re so good to us, my Lord.” he murmured, hiding his face again.
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow and peered down at the glimpse he could catch of Cody’s face. “Well, not something I have often been accused of, but I am always up for compliments. How am I good to you, pet?”
“You let us use our names openly. You allow us to change our appearance…you don’t sacrifice my brothers needlessly.” Cody’s voice was a bit choked as he spoke, and Obi-Wan felt the flutter of eyelashes against his throat as his pet blinked rapidly.
“And you give us the choice to follow you, and so follow you we will. To the ends of the galaxy and beyond. If you order it, we will go.”
Obi-Wan rolled with a low growl, moved them so Cody lay on his back looking up at him, and pulled one of his legs over his shoulder. His cock had slipped out in the maneuver but he was already fully hard again and sunk back inside Cody hungrily as his darling, ardent treasure’s head sunk back in ecstasy.
Obligations could wait.
The End