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Master Qui-Gon knew Anakin was special the moment he saw him on Tatooine. A gorgeous little blond slave boy who obeyed without a real fuss. So spirited, and so friendly. Convincing his owner to trade for him took some manipulation, but if the force allows it, who is Qui-Gon to question it.
He was always twisting the rules at any chance he could. It made him untrustworthy to the council of the other Jedi masters. Getting stuck with Obi-Wan as his padawan for example was a clear test in Qui-Gon's will. He had taken the young padawan in stride. After all, who is he to question why the force brings so many young boys into his life. First Obi-Wan, now this sweet looking slave.
“That's cold!” Anakin complained as he was set down in the tub of water. It was clear with a tint from the soaps and things Qui-Gon added. The boy frowned, his bare legs slowly sinking into the bath water. “Why is it so cold?”
“We need to get you ready to be brought in front of the Jedi masters.”
Anakin frowned and sat down in the water, his hands covered his genitals.
“It's mixed with some salts to relax you. It might help connect you with the force if you allow it.”
“What will happen when I'm brought in front of them?” Anakin adjusts his seat in the chilly water as Qui-Gon reaches up and pets through Anakin's soft blond hair. “Will I become a Jedi?”
“Before any of that, you must be cleaned. Then tested. And then they will assign you a master to train you.”
Anakin looks back as Qui-Gon moves his hand from his blond hair down to his back. “Will that be you?”
“We will have to wait to see.” Qui-Gon gently applied pressure to Anakin's back. “Lay down.”
The boy made a face but obeyed. Qui-Gon felt the force so strongly in this boy. His blood test when they had met earlier on showed incredible potential, like nothing he'd ever seen or heard of before. Except in legend and prophecy. Qui-Gon couldn't help but think about if this boy was the exact one from all those Jedi legends he was taught. The one who might bring balance to the force.
Whatever that means.
“That feels weird.” Anakin said simply. Qui-Gon was stroking along the boy's bare chest, brushing away the day's sweat and dust. Still, Anakin adjusted as the older man tried reaching to pet under his armpits and ribs. He struggled to keep his genitals covered.
“Put your arms up.” Qui-Gon ordered. Anakin stared up into his eyes. The boy had so much going on behind those gorgeous eyes, but he just laid there for a moment. Then he lifted his arms and looked away, looking back down to himself.
Qui-Gon smiled lightly, he enjoyed seeing the boy's personality. And his body. His little cock was pale and flaccid, but his spirit was lively and colorful. He was itching for direction and guidance.
“What if they don't accept me?” Anakin asks, his tone the same simple and confident. He was so mature for being so young, he would learn quickly with the right guidance. Surely the council knows this. “What if they–”
“They will accept you, Anakin.” Qui-Gon replied. His hands moving from the boy's upper body, now down to his thighs. His small legs squeezed closed a bit. Qui-Gon gently eased them back open. He could see the boy was blushing in his cheeks.
“You're going to be there for the test, won't you?”
“No.” Anakin looks like he's going to keep asking questions, so Qui-Gon tries to elaborate. “You simply need to focus on the force. Feel it. Listen to it. It guides you to the truth.”
Qui-Gon's hands were incredibly close to Anakin's little cock, stroking his soft thighs. That's all he could think or feel right now.
“Close your eyes.” Qui-Gon guided, Anakin obeyed. His eyes fell shut and he took a deep breath in. “Don't just feel my hand. Feel the water. Feel how your breath makes it all move. Everything is connected like this, Anakin. Everything.”
Anakin swallowed and shifted around a little as Qui-Gon was more firmly stroking his soft cock. The stimulation wasn't entirely unfamiliar. He had discovered masturbation early in his time in slavery, but touch from another grown man was something entirely different.
“Wait…” Anakin whispered. Qui-Gon paused but he kept his fingers gently wrapped around the boy's shaft. “Wait…” he repeated, still quiet.
“Relax and let it flow through you. Can you feel this?” Qui-Gon softly rubbed his thumb pad against Anakin's cockhead. Immediately the young boy whined and rolled his hips to the side. “Good. Good, don't resist it, Anakin. Stay still. Embrace it.”
Anakin squeezed his eyes closed and took a long deep breath in. He clearly was struggling to embrace the feeling.
After all, he was used to being inspected and touched by aliens of all sorts, but this was so much more intense. So much more intimate. Different.
“Wait, Jedi, please… This is…”
With some pressure down the underside of Anakin's little cock, Qui-Gon pressed down into the boy's sack. Anakin moaned and his hips twisted hard like he was trying to move away.
“Too much!!” Anakin whined through a breath. He shivered and his hips suddenly felt glued to the bottom of the tub. The Jedi was using the power of the force to hold him down now, keeping him from bucking out of control again.
“Calm, Anakin. Breathe. There is a reward at the end for you if you succeed. You need to be strong. Relax and stop thinking, feel the force. Calm your thoughts.”
Anakin whined loudly again, his little cock jumping in Qui-Gon's grip. He pants and struggles to keep his breath even. “Please…” he's pleading, aimlessly.
“Anakin. You'll be such a strong Jedi. You have so much natural connection to the force. You must know it. You know this must happen. You know you must obey me. Open yourself to the force, Anakin.”
The young boy moaned out and reached down to grab Qui-Gon's wrist. His little hand didn't even get a chance as the Jedi pulled his hand away anyway. Leaving the little cock free to twitch, now poking above the water line of the bath. He looked up at the Jedi, wide eyed, and quickly returned his hand where it was before. Anakin could feel the force grip Qui-Gon had on him had let go, his hips free to move. “I'm sorry.”
“You are inexperienced. It's to be expected you would fail.”
Anakin frowned. “Do it again. I… I won't fail.”
Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows and shifted his spot next to the tub.
“Jedi, please. Let me prove I can do it. I'm sorry.”
“Turn over, onto your hands and knees.” Qui-Gon ordered, and without question the boy obeyed. “There are many sorts of tests the masters will have you undergo. It's impossible for me to truly prepare you for them all.”
The firm hand of Qui-Gon ran along Anakin's back, moving towards his rear.
“Anakin. The way of the Jedi is one where you must trust your masters. You must learn to trust how we teach.”
The young boy whined, feeling one of Qui-Gon's hands slipping down his buttocks. The older man's fingers intentionally dipping deep into the boy's crack. Anakin squeezed his eyes shut.
He tried to trust, he tried to shove the weird feelings down as Qui-Gon's middle finger coaxed it's way into Anakin's tight hole. It wasn't very easy, the friction was the main source of discomfort as Qui-Gon tried applying more pressure. Anakin whined and tilted his hips down.
“Arch your back, Ani. You'll take it easier.”
Anakin's eyes shot back towards Qui-Gon at the nickname, his stomach turning in a weird way hearing his old nickname used in such a vulgar situation. Anakin knew this wasn't normal, but had grown so used to other bodily inspections during his time as a slave. He never liked being touched, but he had always wanted to explore the universe. This was a way to that life.
Qui-Gon withdrew his finger for a moment and Anakin sighed with relief, hoping the Jedi was finished, satisfied in knowing how tight Anakin was even after years of slavery. Anakin knew his mom often said he should feel grateful their owners had only interest in her, implying he had never been used for his body either. He had been, but didn't like to think about those times. When he was so young he could barely understand the new language, when he was so weak he couldn't even bite to scare someone off.
Something cold and slick dripped onto Anakin's hole. He felt the lubricant begin trailing down to his little sack before Qui-Gon took his finger through the drip and pressed right into his hole. Anakin let out a startled moan, his hips jolting forward away from the intrusion.
“Stay still, little Anakin.” Qui-Gon reassured, he rested his other hand down on the small boy's hips. “Does this hurt?”
Anakin shook his head, no. It didn't hurt. It felt weird.
“Do you wish to stop?”
There was an odd silence for a moment. Anakin should say yes, stop, no more. But he didn't. He stayed quiet. He wanted to trust this Jedi more than he wanted to stop. He wanted his old life to be washed away and forgotten. He wants to be something more. Something bigger than a slave boy.
There was a few minutes of the Jedi thrusting his finger in and out and back in again, at such a gentle and steady pace. Anakin was beginning to melt into it. The strange tight uncomfortable feeling was washing away into warm pleasure again.
Qui-Gon's finger pushed deep into Anakin's hole and he whined. He followed the Jedi's pressure on his back, arching up and allowing the man better access to his ass. His long finger gently pushed in and out in small movements, applying pressure around the ring of muscle. Anakin dipped his head low, his hair fell into the bath water.
“Oooh…” Anakin moaned and felt his forehead sinking into the cold water.
“Get up, Anakin.” Qui-Gon whispered, and the little blond boy only sunk lower and raised his butt up higher. Qui-Gon couldn't help but smirk at the display and awkward disobedience. “No, baby boy. Up.”
“Mmmmore…” Anakin pleaded, his hair and head dipped into the water fully as Qui-Gon pulled his finger out. The Jedi master wrapped a forearm under Anakin's body and lifted the boy fully up and out of the water, helping him kneel with a slump. Anakin's little cock standing fully hard and proudly out from his body. His little tummy rising and falling with his fast breath.
“Let's get you cleaned before we make a mess here.” Qui-Gon said with a reassuring tone. Anakin whined.
Qui-Gon washed his chosen one thoroughly. Taking his time to run his hands over every inch of the little boy's body, his thighs, his hips, his stomach, his chest, his arm pits, his neck. Anakin felt his face blush even deeper as Qui-Gon's large hands wrapped around his throat. It was gentle, but still Anakin could feel his own pulse beneath the Jedi's fingers.
Anakin lifted his small hands up to Qui-Gon's. The man tightened his grip.
“You're still so small…” Qui-Gon whispered, almost to himself. He let go, and Anakin took a deep breath in.
His head was spinning.
Qui-Gon poured some water over the boy's hair, drowning out the confused and flustered thoughts. Anakin put his hands over his twitching cock.
“Don't touch yourself.” Qui-Gon ordered.
Anakin frowned and grabbed his cock anyway. He felt the shaft, it was harder than he had ever felt it before. Qui-Gon grabbed Anakin's wrist with one hand and poured more water over the boy's head.
“I said no.” Qui-Gon reiterated.
Anakin looked up into the Jedi's eyes. “Let me go.”
“You'll ruin your lesson if you touch yourself, Anakin.”
The boy frowned still.
“Don't pout.”
Thankfully Anakin tried to behave, keeping his hands in little fists next to his hips. The rest of the bath wrapped up quickly after that, the Jedi washed him and picked him up out of the bath himself.
Once the blond boy was wrapped up in a towel and carried back to the bedroom, Anakin spoke up again.
“I… liked that.”
“Good.” Qui-Gon smiled and laid Anakin down on his bed. “Would you like to try again?”
Anakin stayed quiet. He wasn't sure, but his little cock was straining up against his tummy. He wanted that good feeling again.
“Take your position, little one.”
Anakin obeyed, getting back onto his hands and knees. Qui-Gon got his lubricant again and sat down on the bed behind the boy. Anakin was looking forward and away.
“Does your padawan learn these lessons?” Anakin asked.
Qui-Gon growled. Anakin looked back because the Jedi GROWLED. The man had a smirk on his face, and was dripping a bit of the lubricant onto his fingers this time.
“I've given Obi-Wan many lessons, yes. Like this, and when you become a padawan, I'll show you even more advanced lessons than this.”
Anakin looked away and Qui-Gon applied some lubricant to his hole as well. There was no hesitation in the Jedi, immediately rubbing his slippery fingers into the slicked hole. Gently the man's middle finger slid inside, then it was joined by his index. Two fingers slowly working the little boy's tight hole open. Anakin grunted and his hips twitched up away from the Jedi's hands.
“Empty your mind, Anakin. Let the force take you through it.” Qui-Gon's fingers pushed in deep and curled into the boy's soft little prostate, pushing down to the little boy's sack. Anakin moaned loudly, like a whore. Qui-Gon swallowed thick and carefully stoked the boy's prostate. “Focus on the feeling, Anakin. Let everything out of your mind.”
The lubricant had Qui-Gon's fingers so wet and slick moving in and out of the boy's hole. It sounded so messy and sloppy. Qui-Gon teased the boy's tight hole with a third finger tip. Anakin whimpered and arched his back up, his head now down and pressed into the bed at this point.
“I want to be inside of you Anakin. I want to feel the force flowing between us.” Qui-Gon whispered.
Anakin felt his face burning so bright and his cock was twitching and dripping in between his spread thighs. “I need it… More… please more…”
Qui-Gon moved quickly, pulling his fingers from the boy's hole. Anakin moaned and wagged his butt in the air. Qui-Gon took his robe off swiftly and slicked his own swollen cock with some more lubricant. Anakin looked back and stared.
The older man's cock was huge. It was much larger than his two, barely three, fingers.
“That's– That won't fit.” Anakin said nervously.
“Shhh, Anakin. You're the chosen one. You can do this.” The man knelt behind the boy, rubbing his fat cockhead onto Anakin's pink little hole. “I want you to empty your mind. Let the thoughts leave as soon as they enter your mind. Let the force guide you.”
Without any further warning Qui-Gon's hips pushed forward, his cock painfully spreading open the boy's ass. Slowly, slowly, Qui-Gon felt the head of his cock fully pop into Anakin's hole. The man groaned, running a hand down the little boy's back. He could feel Anakin shivering and clenching down on his cock already. Just the head of his cock being sucked into the boy's hole.
“Good. Good.” He praised Anakin as he pushed forward a bit more, less resistance now with the lubricant getting worked into his hole.
Anakin whined and reached a hand back. His little finger tips were barely able to reach Qui-Gon's hips. He winced with another low whine as the man still pushed forward.
“Hurts…” Anakin moaned quietly. It ached, like he was too full. He was so scared his insides were going to get ripped open. Suddenly scared of Qui-Gon's cock tearing a hole through his guts. “Please, wait!”
The man didn't ease up, but didn't get anymore forceful either. His pace stayed so unrelenting, so slow and firm.
“Aaahh…” Anakin moaned and felt the man pull out a little before pushing right back in, even deeper. “Ah, you're… too big. You're too big!”
“Ssshh. Quiet, Anakin. You're taking me so good. You just need to let go.”
Anakin shook his head.
Qui-Gon sighed and rocked his hips forward. There was little thought for Anakin's well being as Qui-Gon began moving his hips back and forth. He saw how tightly the boy's hole squeezed on him, and how the lubricant would bead up with every thrust in. He grunted and gripped Anakin's hips firmly. It was intoxicating. The force was pulling him in like a magnet. Guiding him to take this boy. He needed it. He needed Anakin to need it just as much.
“I want you to touch yourself now, Anakin. Do you know how to pleasure yourself?”
Anakin let out a little cry noise instead of an answer. Qui-Gon sighed and bit his tongue. Instead of asking Anakin to touch himself again, Qui-Gon took it upon himself to lift up Anakin's chest and reach around the little boy's body to carefully take his cock in hand. Anakin moaned and bucked his hips away from Qui-Gon's cock and into his hand. Qui-Gon pushed the boy's hips back down.
With a careful roll of his wrist, Qui-Gon began stroking Anakin's cock. The little boy's whines of discomfort almost immediately changed to pleasured moans. Qui-Gon's hips started rocking a bit harder now, slick noises of his shaft slipping in and out got more prominent with stroking the little boy's erection as well.
“Feels sooo… gooood…” Anakin moaned, and the Jedi growled. Pleased the boy was finally giving into the pleasure.
Qui-Gon was bouncing the little blond boy on his massive cock now. Holding onto him by his cock that was just as little. Qui-Gon was close to cursing, close to losing all control. The force was so strong with Anakin, his body was a perfect conduit. So tight and warm and wet, and every thrust felt like a shock of pleasure electricity through his cock, balls, all through his spine and chest. Everywhere felt hot and electric as he fucked Anakin without restraint.
He buried his cock so deep Anakin was moaning out like a whore again. His mouth open wide and eyes lidded with so much pleasure he never knew was possible. Anakin's blond hair, still damp from their bath, was so pin straight and beautiful as it covered his eyes and face. His cheeks so chubby and pink, lips swollen as his tongue lapped out to catch some drool.
Qui-Gon moved harder and the moment his cock slammed fully into Anakin's little body a spurt of cum shot from the boy's cockhead. It splashed all across the bedsheets and Qui-Gon sighed with deep approval. He could feel Anakin's body tightening and rejecting his cock already. Anakin's orgasm barely holding him together.
“That's so good, Ani. You did so good,” he praised and Anakin moaned. He slid his massive cock out, still swollen and throbbing for more. He needed to focus, he needed to use his Jedi training. He knew to follow the guide of the force, and he knew Anakin needed a moment. Qui-Gon wanted Anakin to see a grown man's own orgasm. Qui-Gon pulled Anakin's face down and shifted his hips around a bit.
Anakin frowned as he came face to face with Qui-Gon's raging erection. There wasn't a single moment to even ask what the Jedi wanted when he saw and felt the shots of hot white cum splattered across his face. Warm drips of cum dripping over the his face, covering his eyebrow and nose and down to his lips. Qui-Gon groaned and squeezed his cock tightly, dripping the last drop of cum right onto the boy's closed eyelid.
“That's such a good boy, Ani.” Qui-Gon groaned and sighed. Anakin made a little whimper noise before reaching a hand up to his face. Qui-Gon grabbed the boy's wrist before he was able to wipe his face. “Leave it. Don't make a mess.”
Anakin frowned with both eyes closed and his mouth pouted tightly shut. Cum was dripping all down his young face, claimed by the Jedi master. He was so perfect and used the force in such a glorious way already, there was no way the council could deny this boy is the chosen one. He was chosen by Qui-Gon at least. He wouldn't let go easily.
“Master?”
“I'm not your master yet. What, Anakin?”
“I'm sorry, Jedi, sir.” Qui-Gon tried not to roll his eyes. “Can you get this stuff off me?”
Qui-Gon hummed and picked Anakin up off the bed. “Yes, little one. Let's take care of you now. That's enough teaching for the night.”