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“And tonight’s showcase item,” the announcer said.
Obi-Wan winced at the sudden bright light.
The platform floated around the crowd, letting everyone see him up close before it moved to hover over the stage. Several holodrones followed it. One stayed locked on his face. Another focused on his center.
The large holo projection flickered from the lot number to a view of Obi-Wan’s exposed parts.
Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned red hot. He ducked his head as much as he could—which wasn’t much. The collar around his neck was attached to the binders on his wrists. Moving his head down pulled at his hands.
There really wasn’t anything he could do about his position. The slavers had attached a bar to his ankles, forcing him to keep his legs spread. They had bound his hands behind his back and attached a short length of chain to them and his collar.
Although, that wasn’t the worst of it. His center was exposed. Yes. But it was very exposed. They had inserted a clear silicone dildo into him. It spread his entrance wide. The drone there shone a light on it and everyone could see his walls stretching around the silicone.
The utter humiliation tore at Obi-Wan. But, as he said. He couldn’t do anything about it. Not even mouth off.
They had stuffed a clear dildo in his mouth too. He could barely swallow around it. There was just enough room for him to breathe through his nose.
Obi-Wan trembled.
His platform spun in a slow circle.
He counted twenty people in the room, give or take the ones walking among the tables.
“A rare Stewjoni is on the menu,” the announcer said, waving dramatically at Obi-Wan.
At that, the platform stopped its spinning. The position put Obi-Wan’s exposed center on full display. Everyone could see his cunt and cock.
Obi-Wan fisted his hands behind his back.
His walls clenched around the silicone dildo.
“As clearly visible, the Stewjoni’s grohnæ tissue is still intact, making this one a virgin,” the announcer said, really drawing out the last word.
Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed. He wasn’t a virgin. Quin and he had fucked when he became an adult. His grohnæ tissue was no longer intact.
But, on the holo projection in front of him, Obi-Wan saw them shine a red dot on a thin piece of tissue at the back of his cunt.
A low murmur came from the crowd.
Obi-Wan huffed and turned his head to the side.
Right. They were slavers. They likely repaired his grohnæ tissue while they had him knocked out.
That didn’t matter. He’d just have Quin fuck him again after he got back to the Temple. Obi-Wan just had to be patient and find a way out of this. He could endure whatever they did to him.
“Before we begin the bidding. We will have a demonstration and you’ll have a chance to sample his hresk.”
Both of those had Obi-Wan’s brow pinching in confusion. He couldn’t think of what they would demonstrate. They obviously wanted to keep his ‘virginity’.
There came a whirring noise in front of him and behind him. Black tubing emerged from the base of the platform. It connected with the base of the dildo.
Then—nothing happened.
Obi-Wan stared at it, perplexed.
“During the demonstration, I will wander among you and answer any questions.”
Suddenly, the dildo in Obi-Wan’s cunt pulled back.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. A chill curled down his spine.
Oh. Kriff.
The dildo in his cunt plunged into him, striking at his center. Obi-Wan gasped and jerked forward. The dildo in his mouth thrust into him, nearly choking him. Obi-Wan gagged around it.
How did this not count as fucking?
Obi-Wan groaned into the dildo.
Fuck. It felt good. The dildos were at the edge of too small. They teased him.
The dildos set a slow unhurried rhythm. The slight stretch sparked pleasure under his skin. He squirmed and shifted.
The platform hovered in the air, spinning in slow lazy circles. It showcased him getting fucked, letting everyone see every angle. All around him, the holodrones recorded him. The holo projection displayed everything.
Obi-Wan couldn’t stop himself from reacting. The machine seemed to learn where he liked being touched. As it adjusted its motions and kept striking all the right spots.
Slick leaked from his center. An obscene wet noise began to punctuate each thrust. His cock hardened over the small glass bowl.
Curious, intrigued eyes watched him. The many patrons sipped at expensive wine and dined on rich morsels. The announcer strolled among them. He paused and answered a question, gesturing at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan couldn’t hear him, not above the thrum of arousal coursing through him.
Fuck.
Obi-Wan groaned around the dildo.
He closed his eyes. He couldn’t stop his body from pressing into each thrust. It was like it had a mind of its own as it followed its pleasure.
He shouldn’t be turned on. He shouldn’t like this.
But fuck.
Suddenly, the dildos’ girth increased. Obi-Wan gasped in shock and his eyes snapped open. Pleasure tore through his core.
In front of him, the projection showed his walls stretched wide. The dildo was thrust into him harder and faster. Obi-Wan groaned around the one in his mouth.
“Can it take a barbed penis?” a spiked Zabrak asked in a loud voice.
“Of course,” the announcer replied.
The dildos tingled. Then, blunt barbs scraped inside him, dragging at his walls. Obi-Wan trembled at the pleasure.
“A knot?” someone in the back asked.
The announcer’s eyes gleamed.
The tingling sensation ran along the dildos. The barbs folded back into the silicone. The backs expanded.
It happened on a deep forward thrust. Obi-Wan’s mouth was wrapped around the base when it enlarged. And…his teeth were locked behind it. Obi-Wan sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. He couldn’t move his mouth.
The dildo in his cunt, the knot rubbed against his entrance, sending spikes of pleasure shooting through him. But having the other dildo forced down his throat. It had Obi-Wan trembling. He clutched his hands behind his back. His whole body felt alive with energy.
“Oh, I think our treat will be ready soon,” the announcer said excitedly. “Young Stewjoni are quick to share their seed.”
Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut. The machine kept pounding into him.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold himself back. The knot in his cunt hit all the right spots… And the one in his mouth—fuck…he didn’t know that’d be such a turn on.
With a sudden cry, Obi-Wan’s body tensed. His muscles spasmed and his cock spilled into the glass bowl.
The holoprojection zoomed in on his seed.
“There we are,” the announcer said.
The platform flew towards him and hovered at his chest height.
The announcer picked up the bowl and showed the room.
“Stewjoni seed, more commonly known as hresk.”
An attendant shuffled over, carrying a tray with small silver spoons. The announcer set the bowl on a white plate in the center.
“You may freely sample the hresk.”
A teal-skinned twi’lek woman waved the attendant over. She picked up a small spoon and dipped it in the bowl. When she stuck it in her mouth, her eyes closed and a blissful smile crossed her features.
Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned watching someone taste him.
“Oh, that is delicious,” she said, her sharp teeth glinting in the low light. “That would go lovely on top of some Alderaan snow cream.”
A shiver ran down Obi-Wan’s spine.
Behind him, someone grabbed his collar and pulled him upright. There were several clicks and then Obi-Wan couldn’t fall forward. He was stuck with his back arched.
Obi-Wan swallowed, arousal coursed through him. He glanced at the holoprojection. It showed a longer chain had been clipped from his collar to the base of the platform. The chain forced him to kneel, displaying his body before all.
“As you can see, his skin is unmarred. A blank canvas waiting for you,” the announcer said.
The platform rose in the air and began a lazy circle around the room. The machine slowed fucked him as every client eyed his naked body. Obi-Wan whimpered around the cock in his mouth.
“Does it swallow?” a man in a tailored black outfit asked.
“Of course,” the announcer said.
A warm, slightly salty slurry spilled down Obi-Wan’s throat. Obi-Wan had no choice but to swallow it. He worked his throat around the dildo. Tears stung the corners of his eyes.
The attendant stopped at every single table. Just about everyone in the room had a sample.
Obi-Wan’s cheeks colored. Quin had sucked him off and he said Obi-Wan tasted good. He hadn’t realized Quin had eaten something the elite considered a delicacy.
Once more the announcer took the stage.
“Now that we’ve had a sample and watched a demonstration. Let’s start the bidding. Do I hear one million?”
Hands shot into the air.
Trepidation swirled in Obi-Wan’s belly. The dildos fucked into him. Everyone could see and hear his reactions.
Obi-Wan swallowed back his emotions. The arousal, fear, and humiliation. He had to keep a hold of himself if he hoped to make it out of here.