The Padawan Screamed

Disclaimers: 1- Lucas owns it, I'm not making any money.
2- I do not condone pervy old men fucking young boys IRL; this is pure fiction
3- This was not written to win awards. Porn for the sake of porn, kthnx
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The Padawan Screamed.

Qui-Gon slipped into the six hundred thread count Aldaraanian cotton sheets. Green was not his color, but these were finer linens than he was accustomed to, so he wasn’t about to complain. In fact, the vessel transporting him to Naboo was nicer than the small living quarters assigned to him by the Order. If only he wasn’t so strong willed. If only he was more of a conformist, he would surely already have made the Council, affording him better quarters and nicer sheets on a daily basis. He smiled to himself, leaning over to the bedside table. Sure enough the cabinet contained a small carafe of Gungan Single Malt. Distilled with the peaty waters of Naboo, this stuff was sure to rot your brain (which explained the Gungans). He poured himself two fingers and sipped at his nightcap. He felt the syrupy liquor go down his throat, leaving a trail of heat all the way down to his stomach, where it nestled in a comfortable blaze.

He stretched and lay himself down for t he night. His eyes were already closed, but he was not yet asleep when he heard the doors to his cabin open and close. Without stirring, Qui Gon let his hand glide over to the bedside table, where his lightsaber rested. The Force felt tense around him, like the trigger of an old blaster, indicating danger nearby. He was ready to jump up and ignite his blade at the slightest tremor.

“Master Jinn?”

Ani’s sweet voice sent the Jedi Master sighing, lifting his trepidation. The premonition of danger, however, did not dissipate, leaving the Jedi wondering whether his instincts were beginning to falter. In any case, he released his grip from his weapon and relaxed back into his expensive sheets.

“What is it, Ani?” he asked.

The boy took a few steps towards the bed.

“I can’t sleep, Master Jinn.”

Before Qui-Gon could send him off to his own room with some half baked words of comfort, young Anakin had climbed into the Jedi’s bed.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Ani had snaked one hand across Qui-Gon’s waist, sending little electric shocks through the Jedi Master’s underbelly.

“Ani...”

Qui-Gon choked on his words, the sensation of those small hands embracing him turned him gelatinous like a Hutt.

“It’s not appropriate for a Jedi to share his bed.”

Anakin’s little hand now brushed over Qui-Gon’s stomach and he traced the Jedi Master’s bellybutton with his index finger.

“Why?”

Ani’s question echoed through Qui-Gon’s mind. He tried to bring up the Code, but Force, that finger caressing him so sweetly clouded his mind.

Why indeed? To Hell with the Council and it’s rigid Code! They wouldn't even take on this boy, who might be their savior.

“Anakin, when you touch a grown man in this way...there are certain repercussions.”

The youngling’s hands did not stop.

“I know that, Master Jinn. I want to be close to you.”

Qui-Gon gave in to the pleasure of the young boy’s touch, permitting his body to grow excited. he realized now that the danger he had sensed came from himself. He looked deep into Anakin’s celestial eyes and contemplated what he was about to do. the boy’s face was so fresh, so pure. Unsullied by life’s tempestuous nature. Yet, was this innocence? Could anything that stirred such lust within him, that made his manhood feel full and heavy, truly be innocent?

“Raise your arms, Ani.”

The boy complied and with a wanton smirk upon his face, Qui Gon used the Force to slide Anakin’s tunic off over his head. Ani looked up at the Jedi, his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Don’t be afraid. A Jedi knows no fear.”

Qui-Gon brought himself down on the boy, pushing that salacious pout open with his own mouth. His fingers brushed brusquely though Anakin’s golden blond hair as he removed the boy’s undergarments. Anakin quivered beneath him and whimpered into his mouth. There was something about feeling that little heartbeat beneath him that filled the Jedi with a tremendous sense of power, unlike anything had before. His cock had grown hard and painful; The would-be padawan would not be eased out of his virginity. It was too late for that now.

The Master sat up and poured a shot of the Gungan gut rot. He held the glass up to Anakin.

“Drink this. You are going to need it.”

Anakin took the glass and downed it. Qui-Gon poured another while his young friend coughed.

“Again, Ani.”

“It burns my throat.”

“Trust me, youngling. What I’m about to do will burn as well if you don’t drink up.”

The subservient look in Anakin’s big, moist eyes sent a powerful shock wave through Qui-Gon’s body and as soon as the boy had finished the shot, he slapped the glass out of his hand and turned him over. The Jedi let his hands run over the youngling’s back, savoring the delicate softness of his skin. He summoned a small vile of petrolatum from the bedside table drawer and applied it richly to the fingers of his left hand. His right hand was wrapped under the boy’s arm, holding him steady by the shoulder. The Jedi Master traced his lubricated fingers around the youngling’s entrance, then slid two of them inside the passageway.

“Master Jinn, is this going to hurt?”

Qui-Gon let a moment of silence pass between them before leaning close to Ani’s ear.

“Yes.”

Hearing how raspy his lust had made his voice aroused the Jedi even further. Salty liquid now dripped from the tip of his cock. He didn’t want to wait any longer and removed his fingers, placing his cock at the entrance instead. He pushed in slowly but firmly, sheathing his impressive length about half way. The padawan beneath him had started to breathe heavily, stifling his cries to mere whimpers.

“You are quite brave, little one,” Qui-Gon said as he kissed the back of the boy’s neck.

Then, as merciless as a Sith, he thrust in deeper, until his entire shaft was hidden inside the tight youngling. Anakin screamed louder than a calving bantha. Half the ship must have heard, but Qui-Gon couldn’t bring himself to quiet the padawan’s screams. They excited him far too much.

With each savage thrust, he milked more screams from Anakin’s throat, as he held the boy close to him to take as much advantage of that fantastic tightness as he possibly could. There really was no feeling quite like it The padawan’s insides were softer than the finest bed linens and constricted the Jedi’s cock with magnificent strength. The force of the Master’s pounding thrusts had sent the bed rattling, adding to the youngling’s wonderful cries. Qui-Gon felt his cock swell bigger still, as his excitement culminated in an exploding crescendo. This time it was his turn to scream, as he felt his energy flow into the trembling form beneath him.

Qui-Gon rolled away, breathless with ecstasy, his cock still throbbing after being in that tight confinement. Anakin turned and curled up to him.

“I liked it when you screamed, Master.”

Barely catching his breath, Qui-Gon replied:

“I liked your screams as well, my padawan.”

~Fin.