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A Temptation for the Jedi

For GlynWolf

By Draconicon

The Sith Lord Draconicon sat with a mug of caf in one hand and a Squib between his legs. The reptile smiled as he enjoyed the feeling of a vaguely canid muzzle sliding up and down his shaft, milking for more of the seed that the little slave had learned an addiction to over the past few weeks. A slow breaking was always more effort-intensive than a quick one, but the desperation in the smaller male's mouth was more than worth it.

He tapped the fingers of his free hand against the arm of his chair, looking across the circular chamber at the Shistavanen kept in stasis ten feet away. The brown-furred alien wore a buzzing circlet, his eyes closed and his body paralyzed in an upright position. As always, the tech was more than sufficient to keep his captive from sensing or doing anything...for the most part.

Curling a finger, he sent one of the slaves - a female human, dressed in no more than piercings and anklets - to a datapad leaned against the stone wall to his left. She returned, bowing, her pierced nipples in his face as if putting them on offer. The white-eyed dragon smiled at her, flicking one of them before waving her away. What disappointment she felt disappeared instantly with a thought in her direction. The Force sufficed to give her a pleasure imagined that was better than any but he could give her for real.

"Hmm, hmm."

The wet sucking sounds matched themselves to his reading as he glanced at the file that his underlings had procured for him. The Shistavanen, a furred creature more dog-like than the Squib between his legs, had been picked up in the middle of an investigation. The New Republic, it seemed, had started to take issue with his little trade out here on the Outer Rim.

"You'd think that they would appreciate me displacing the Hutts, but one would be wrong," he muttered.

Of course, he didn't need the report to tell him what the Shistavanen was. His captive was a Jedi, one of those newly trained by those that had graduated the Praxeum and gone their own way. Doubtlessly, the dog had found that he didn't quite mesh with the rules of the new Order and had decided to take care of things his way.

Delicious, really.

His servants had already gone the extra mile and gotten him a name: Tukal Makat, a former member of the New Republic military, and gay. Honorable discharge, but - ah, there it was. The dragon tapped the Squib's head, calling the blowjob to a halt and nudging him back with a little force of will. As his cock bobbed up and down in the open air, he passed the datapad back to the human woman.

"Wake him," Draconicon said.

"Mmmph..."

"You may feed on him, too, little one."

"Mmm..."

The Squib's grumble was slightly happier at that, though he knew that the small, blue-furred male would have preferred to stay where he was. As addicted to oral as the Dark Side had left the little man, Draconicon knew that the little male would prefer to be between his legs than anyone else's.

But he obeyed, and that was the important part.

The blue-furred Squib reached up to the stasis circlet, tapping the sides of it before lifting it over the Shistavanen's long, pointed ears. He tossed it to the side and dropped to his knees, pushing the naked, furred male's legs apart and burrowing his lips between the thighs. The wet, sucking, swallowing sounds continued, making it clear what he was doing.

The Sith Lord took another sip of his caf, watching as his captive's eyes flickered, then opened. A brief struggle ensued as he tried to lift his limbs from the arms of the chair, only for the dragon to lift one finger and pin them in place.

"Not yet," he said, chuckling as Tukal up. "I apologize for the abrupt welcome, but in my defense, you did try and sneak through the vents."

"Ugh...You...I should have known...you would abduct me. If you think that you can make me one more slave -"

"Are we seriously going to devolve to threats here? I don't recall saying that I'm going to do anything to you just yet. Though, I must say, if my slave is so poor at sucking you off -"

"Nnngh!"

"Ah, just took a minute to catch up. Still, it tells me that he has more learning to do..."

It was rather amusing to watch the imprisoned Jedi squirm. The way that he kept trying to pull his hips back and failing told him that the young man clearly didn't have anywhere near as much appreciation - or experience - with pleasure as someone his age should have. Likely that time in the military had been more focused on taking orders than getting to receive the pleasure of giving them.

Well, there were pleasures that could be taken there. He sipped the last of his drink, putting it down on a tray held to him by a twi'lek dancer. The young man darted away, his ass cheeks swaying in the tight thong he was made to wear. A cute young man, for certain, and well-trained.

Shaking his head in amusement, he turned back to Tukal. The Shistavanen would have cut an imposing figure to most; the canid alien would have stood just over six feet tall if he were on his feet, with broad shoulders and thick muscles that were likely a result of his Jedi training rather than his military past. He bunched his arms and his wrists repeatedly, flexing it all, and his chest puffed out with it. His fangs pushed past his lips, and his tail swished from side to side in the hole in the back of his chair.

"Present him, little one. Show me what he's got," Draconicon said.

The blue Squib leaned back, falling onto his back with his hips thrust upward. The miniscule male thrust his hips forward, showing off a meager four-inch shaft that jutted forward from his own need, but it was quite small compared to the eight inches that poked out of the Shistavanen's sheath. A pair of balls nearly as large as his captive's fists lay between his legs, too, churning away. The dragon chuckled.

"Seems that my slave has set to work none too soon. Been holding back long?"

"Nnngh...This is hardly...a dignified way to -"

"I think you'll find that dignity is quite overrated. Something you seemed to understand, once upon a time?"

"..."

"Oh, don't play coy with me. You think that your time in the New Republic fleet went unnoticed? Or rather, the things that you did with your...superior officer?"

For the first time, the Shistavanen blushed. His cheeks went bright pink through the brown fur on his face and he turned away, and his hips twitched as the squib went back to sucking him off. The little grunts that escaped between his tightly-clenched cheeks were almost adorable.

Almost.

Draconicon leaned back in his throne, holding out his hand. One of the various slaves stepped forward, this time a Trandoshan that carried a jug. He poured another cup of caf, and the dragon sipped it appreciatively.

"That's nice. Good man."

As the Trandoshan stepped back, the Shistavanen grunted and groaned. He curled his toes against the ground, blunted claws scraping against the floor panels. His eyes gleamed with righteous fury, and the Sith dragon smiled.

"Ah, ah. Don't go too far, unless you want to take my offer."

"Then that...that's why you kidnapped me, then?"

"Captured, my friend. May I call you that?"

"No."

"Well, my friend - because I think we will be, eventually - let me tell you something. You were captured because I felt that you were interesting. And now that I've had the chance to find out who you are, you've become all the more interesting to me. Particularly as someone that is fighting the chance to actually cum after...how long has it been since you released?"

"..."

"Oh. That long, hmm?"

"You don't know anything."

"Oh, sweet little Jedi...I think that you have that entirely backwards."

Clearing his throat to send the Squib running off - and taking no small amount of pleasure as the dog Jedi twitched and throbbed in protest, that dick bouncing and spitting pre-cum in the process - he focused his own senses on his captive's crotch. The feeling of the Force coming at his call was always a pleasant one. In many ways, he imagined, it felt better for him than it did for other Jedi or Sith.

It was something that he had discovered a long time ago. Those that drew on the Force channeled it and felt it filtered through their own beliefs, their own feelings. The Jedi, as far as he could tell, felt enlightenment, connected in a purely rational way to the others around them. The Sith, often enough, were touched by the rage that they felt towards others that they connected to, or through the fear of what would happen if those connections were lost. Whatever they felt was tinted, or tainted, by their emotional state and the intentions behind it.

And when you draw your power and your connection through lust...heh...there's a whole different sensation to it.

Drawing power while lustful, while giving in to the passion of selfish lust and the desire to pull others down to that mindless, rutting, needy state, meant that he felt the flood of passion and pleasure in his veins. It was like fire, burning, setting his scales alight from within and leaving his cock throbbing, his balls churning. His asshole clenched, his insides empty, everything begging him to fill and be filled as he let it wash over him and through him.

And it gave him insight as he reached out. Ghostly fingers of the Force fondled the alien across the room, leaving the brown-furred male shifting in his seat, groaning and huffing. His cock never showed any signs of going down despite the Jedi training that he had obviously had, and the other man turned away in shame as the fondling continued.

The dragon pulled his attention back, shaking his head.

"Three months of nothing. Hmm, hmm. Truly, you have turned your back on your own needs."

"I'm not here...for me."

"Clearly. Otherwise you would have been taking advantage of my hospitality, getting off from my good Squib giving you a blowjob instead of all this huffing and puffing in protest. Good god, man, has all that training made you forget how good it feels?"

"Nnngh. I'm here -"

"Yes, yes, for all the human trafficking, I assume?"

"You...you - Nnngh..."

"Yes, yes, I knew. I'll give you five minutes to see if you cum from the Squib or not; he's quite persuasive when he puts his mind to it. And even more so when he has a reward in the offing. Slave, if you get him off in five minutes, you're allowed to tend to the gloryholes down at the spaceport tonight."

"Wha - NNNNGH!"

Draconicon chuckled, uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way. He'd assumed that his little Squib would get to work, and he was right; the oral fiend just needed the right sort of incentive to get worshiping someone else properly.

"At my feet, slaves. That's good."

The Trandoshan and Twi'lek males dropped to their hands and knees, propping up the dragon's heels and burying their faces against his soles. It was a common thing to enjoy them underfoot, and this was no exception. He crossed one arm over his chest and sipped at his drink as he enjoyed the show, feeling the tongues dancing along his feet, the soft huffs of warm breath against his toes, and the desperate, urgent need that all of his slaves felt to complete an order that he gave them.

And all the while, Tukal continued to whimper and moan, the Shistavanen trying to fight against his bindings and the oral assault from the male between his legs. The blue boy was a blur, bobbing up and down with the speed of a machine set to its maximum, sloppy and wet enough that one could see the droplets of spit flying. Tukal tilted his head back, all but screaming as the Squib sucked him hard, his hands busily kneading those heavy balls.

Let it happen, Jedi, he thought. Let it happen and remember the feeling of pleasure...of bliss...of release...

Bob, bob, suck. The Squib shoved his muzzle right to the base of the larger canine's cock, taking even the knot past his smaller muzzle. Tukal slammed his feet against the ground, his paws beating out a rhythm on the stone floor. The grunts, the screams, were growing ever more helpless.

"Getting close, are we?" Draconicon asked, swirling his drink. He extended one leg, pointing his toes. The Twi'lek sucked on it hungrily. "Make sure to give him a little warning. He can handle it, but it's only polite."

"Fuck...you...fuck...fuck...FUCK!"

"Annnnd there we go."

As Tukal blew his load, the Squib pulled back to the head. He even went the extra mile of leaning to the side, showing off as he sucked, swallowed, sucked, swallowed around it, sticking his tongue out along the underside of that bobbing, throbbing cock as it kept spitting everything it had into his maw. The sheer hunger that the little male had for cock and cum always left him with a little feeling of pride.

The Squib pulled back as soon as the flow stopped, and Tukal slumped forward in his chair. The bindings that kept him in place kept him from falling forward too far, but it was still quite the display of exhaustion. Draconicon shook his head, waving at the other two at his feet, and they darted away.

"Well, that seems to have shown you some pleasure," he said. "Are you ready to talk with a little more civility now?"

"Nnngh...why? Why are you...humiliating me...like this?"

"Well, you did invade my privacy."

"Nnngh...you broke the law."

"Technically, yes, though I do insist that was quite the technicality. You call it human trafficking. I call it 'sponsored immigration.'"

"How is that..."

"Take a breath. You've been through a pretty harsh forced orgasm," Draconicon said. "But to answer that question. How is that different from slavery, yes?"

Tukal groaned, nodding.

"Simply put, I look for those that want to go. And then, when I find them, I make them into what they'll need to be to fit into their new life. A little bit of servitude, a little need for sex...some skills that will carry them past the simple need to do what they're told..."

And a few lies here and there, just to make sure that they didn't ask too many questions, of course. Mind tricks were all well and good, but they only covered so many different possibilities. Someone that wanted to push for real answers, normal person or not, would find them eventually. He needed them to pay less attention to the process and more to the final goal, and that was where he could 'help' them.

"Nnngh..." Tukal growled. "And you turn a tidy profit, no doubt."

"Naturally, but at least as much of a pleasurable one as a monetary one. They are quite grateful to get out of here, after all."

"The Republic...doesn't allow slave trading. And I'm here...to enforce those laws."

"You look like you're here for much more indulgent qualities, Tukal. Now, how about you relax and let some of my other slaves take care of you, hmm? You know that it would go a long way towards settling you down."

"No. I'm not...I gave that up."

"Oh, dear. Back to that again?"

The Shistavanen growled, showing all his teeth. The anger pouring off him had yet to turn to something more dangerous; for all that the Light Side preached a lack of anger, this was more righteous, though in his opinion, hardly fair. He was, after all, giving people something better. So what if he was using the Dark Side to do it? At least he was giving them something that the Light Side never bothered.

The status quo, I suppose.

He knew that the Jedi was going to summon his lightsaber from across the room; he felt the building Force pressure squeezing around the metal handle in the bundle of the Jedi's belongings. He could have stopped it, of course. His strength dwarfed the Shistavanen's, but that would have been less effective than a flick on the nose. The Jedi still believed that he had the right to take the dragon down. He still believed that he had a chance.

They never learned. He chuckled as the lightsaber flew across the room, igniting in a blaze of blue-silver light. It spun, slashing the bindings, and Tukal took to his feet.

"Well, if we must, we must," Draconicon said, waving his hands. The room emptied apart from the two of them as he stood up. "So...shall we?"

Tukal didn't disappoint. The Jedi was fast, and the Shistavanen's latent strength aided him. The space between them might as well not have existed for how quickly the other man closed the distance, blade flashing low.

The Sith Lord leaped. Their blades crashed, red meeting blue, and then he was on the other side. They turned - crack-smash-hiss - and then they split again.

"Quick reactions."

Dart, stab, divert. Lift and swing, bring the Jedi's blade down on the ground. The blue saber hissed and went dark, and Tukal's shock was evident on his face.

"Cortosis?"

"Weaves, yes."

He let the Jedi get some space, giving him the few seconds that he needed to flick his lightsaber on once more. In the meantime, the dragon focused on the view before him, taking in the sight of that swollen sheath, the dangling balls, the bare paws and the general state of nudity before him. It was such a sensual sight, and the possibilities of what he could do with the Shistavanen burned inside him just as much as the Dark Side did. The lust and passion flooded his veins with heat and need, and his own cock throbbed, rising slightly.

"Your passions...betray you," Tukal hissed.

"Only my intentions."

"..."

"Ah, and they tempt you," the dragon said as they started to circle one another, chuckling as he kept his lightsaber down and to the side. "You see what I have to offer, and you wonder how it would feel. To go back to that. To get what you used to have every time you went on shore leave."

"Stop...talking..."

"You clearly don't have as much control as you think you do. Listen to that. 'Stop talking.' As if the past disappears when you don't think about it. As if your dreams and desires can be killed so easily as wishing it so."

The dragon blocked the Force Push to his chest with a lazy wave of his hand. The pressure blast hit the wall to his right, denting it with a respectable amount of damage. He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and chuckled.

"Too much?"

"You don't know what I went through. What I chose to give up. The Jedi deserve total devotion." The blue light came back; the saber was operational once more. "I will not turn my back on them for simple pleasure."

"Nobody asked you to."

They clashed again, the dragon keeping his saber to a one-handed grip while the Shistavanen worked with both. Clash, crash. Their blades danced as he walked backward, leading the Jedi on a perpetual attack as he watched and observed, studying the other man and the feelings running through him.

He would give Tukal's master credit for one thing: whoever it was, they had found a way to channel the Shistavanen's lust into a righteous anger towards those that would over-indulge in it. It walked the line of the Dark Side, but managed to retain that Light Side hypocrisy, though only by the thinnest of margins. Quite clever, really, considering what they had started with.

But it made the canine sloppy, distracted. He kept waiting for some greater blow, something that would shatter his concentration with an almighty blast. So, Draconicon refused to give him that.

Another thrust, and the dragon diverted it up and over his shoulder. He slid forward, their blades sparking against one another -

"Nnngh!"

The Shistavanen pulled back, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. Draconicon smiled; the light grope that he'd managed through the Force had obviously been felt, and the alien's tail was down, now, an instinct that would keep away the physical. But not the metaphysical.

"Something the matter, little Jedi?" he asked.

"Nnngh. You - you have no - nngh!"

A little dance of his finger kept that grope going, the cheeks spreading visibly as the Jedi tried to keep his footing. It was rather amusing to keep the other male squirming like this; he clearly wanted to keep fighting, but the pleasure was mounting up. Particularly as the Sith Lord pushed his finger upward, driving an invisible, intangible, but no less real feeling inward. His opponent's eyes went wider, and the opening of his sheath stirred.

"You...you..."

"I'm sorry, were you under the impression that one duels with honor against the Dark Side? Come. Show me if you can handle it. I don't think you can, but try and convince me otherwise."

With a roar of fury and humiliation, the Shistavanen darted forward. The blur of speed was surprising, but not enough. Crash-clash-spark. Another exchange of blows, the desperate Shistavanen trying to push through the one-handed defense of the dragon. Every blow was blocked or knocked aside, pushed away as he used his other hand to tease, to spread the pleasure that only he could bring.

The prostate stimulation left the canine with a throbbing hard-on as he kept fighting, the bursts of Force-enhanced speed coming with less and less frequency as the Sith kept breaking the young Jedi's concentration. He turned, he spun, he kept probing and prodding away. And as the young man lost his ability to focus on the fight and the Force abilities he used to stay in it, the dragon poured more of his own power into the match.

"NNNGH!"

Tukal fell back with the first blast of low-level lightning, the sparks dancing along his chest and between his toes. Before he could gather himself, the dragon pulled his fist in, and the Jedi was dragged close once more. They touched, chest to chest, cock to cock, and he brought the Shistavanen's blade overhead, holding the other man's arms over his head. The Force brought their cocks together, stroking slowly.

"Do you really think that you can fight against what you need, little Jedi?"

"I don't...need this...Nobody needs this..."

"Heheh, that's where you are wrong. So, so very wrong."

He had dominated the fight. Now, it was time to dominate the Jedi. The urge to use him, to break him, to shove him down and ram his dick so far past that pucker until the little bitch learned to look at him with the respect that a master was due was intensely strong. It surged through him, turning his vision yellow, then red, almost hellish as he looked at the panting, huffing dog in his grip. He could break the Jedi's mind right then and there...

But what fun would that be?

He shoved the Shistavanen back, knocking the pup to the floor. He strode forward, deactivating his lightsaber and putting it back on his belt. With but a hand, he held the other male to the ground, his arms and legs spread wide, and he lowered one bare foot to the alien's balls. He didn't stomp on them, but he drummed his toes along the brown-furred orbs, keeping them in place, and making a subtle threat of his own.

"You were his pet," the dragon said.

"Don't...I...I left that behind."

"You wore your captain's collar."

"Stop it!"

"You wore his collar, and you took his orders on leave," he said, pulling at the old feelings, the lustful memories. "You will remember it."

"Nnngh...get...get out of my head..."

"No. You get into your head."

He pulled and he pushed; pulled the lustful memories forward, pushed the Shistavanen back into them. A technique of the Force that the Jedi abhorred, a technique that the Sith often looked down on, but it was something that was particularly debilitating to anyone that lived a life of denial...as so many Jedi did.

He followed Tukal down the road of memory, to those days when the Fleet had been docked and the soldiers weren't needed. Days when the Wookie officer had kept the Shistavanen collared, leashed. When he had been kept at the foot of the officer's bed, sucking on toes and licking soles. When he had been leashed to the headboard of the bed, ass-fucked until he was completely insensate with pleasure.

Clubs, where others took their pleasure.

Vids on the Holo-Net, where the Shistavanen had shown himself off to many an audience.

A love.

A life.

A wonderful secret of pleasure and bliss for none but the pair of them to see...

And then it was gone. He let it fade, and he felt the Jedi trying to hold onto it before he caught himself. The Sith Lord leaned forward, sliding his toes further up, pinching the base of the alien's knotted cock between his big and second toe. It took very little to keep that knot throbbing hard, and he smiled as he leaned forward.

"And that was what you gave up, hmm? You gave up happiness...lust...pleasure...You gave up being what you wanted to be...in order to be what they told you to be."

"You...you...aren't doing...anyone..."

"A favor? Oh, you have no idea what I'm doing. Trying to sneak in, invade my home, and then tell me that I'm not doing anything for anyone? Oh, I do more for the world than you think. And for less than the Jedi demand..."

He snapped his fingers and the doors opened once more. Humans, Twi'lek, Duro, Togorians, Squib, and more poured in. Various species that he had taken in, that he had conditioned, trained, broken, were all on display. Not one wore more than the most revealing of fetish outfits, and most wore less. The males displayed half-erect cocks, at the very least, and most of the females were dripping.

Draconicon leaned in, looking down on the Shistavanen as he slowly pushed his foot further and further past that knot, rubbing it, squishing it down. The smaller Jedi groaned underfoot.

"This is what I do. I see the desires of others. I see the need, the hunger, the want that burns inside them. Some suppress it, some touch it, but nobody seizes it the way that I do. They think that it's wrong. That it's nothing but a piece of them that they'd be too selfish to actually indulge. But with me...with me, that lust is my power. That lust is my strength. To embrace it, to indulge it, to enjoy it fully and completely, gives freedom. And that is what I offer. Freedom in domination. Freedom in submission. Freedom in absolute hedonism. And that...that is what I am offering you."

"..."

"When I finish with them, when I get bored, I offer them a new life. I offer them a place to go. A place to stay. Some leave. Most don't. They want this. They've learned what true pleasure is. Look around. Do you see even one complaint?"

Tukal did, and the Sith Lord knew what the Jedi would see: happiness. He would see, he would even feel it in the Force. It might have been brought about by the Dark Side, but there was nothing but bliss in the hearts and minds of those that had been summoned. Their bodies had given them the key to what they needed; the treatment of the dragon had given them an understanding that no lifetime of denial would have offered them.

He took his foot back, and the Shistavanen remained where he had fallen. As he knelt down, the Jedi turned to stare at him again. The dragon chuckled as he stroked a finger along the other man's neck, almost like a collar, and Tukal shivered.

"You want this...don't you?"

"Get...out...of...my...head."

"Not for a while, little Jedi. Not for a very long while."

"I won't fall."

"Nobody says you will. But, of course, I can't just let you go. Invading my home, attacking me, insisting that I must be the worst thing on this planet. Tsk, tsk. Heh. You will be staying here for a few weeks, at least, until I decide what I will do with you. Long enough to start to see my point, at the very least."

"But -"

"As my guest, you will get the chance to remind yourself what you've been missing. In fact, I insist on it. Shibi."

One of the bigger aliens stepped forward, heavy-set in the shoulders and big in the crotch. He smiled at the large, furred male, waving him over.

"Shibi will take care of you tonight."

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It was three hours later when his spy devices picked up the soft hum of a communicator going off. Draconicon stirred from his meditation to the screen, glancing at the bedroom that Tukal had taken.

Shibi slept in the bed beside him, but the Shistavanen was upright, naked, with a stained rump barely visible and his cheeks still burning. His fur was matted with sweat, and his balls were noticeably smaller than they had been during the fight. As promised, the slave had dominated his guest quite satisfactorily, and made sure that he was completely drained by the time they were done.

But there was still the communicator. And this was where the gamble came in.

He watched the Shistavanen stare at the handheld device, saw the ears go back. His captive lifted a thumb, ready to tap the answer button. It was doubtlessly the Jedi's master on the other end, or some other figure of authority checking on him.

Now, the question is...will you take the chance? he wondered. I let you keep that. You don't know I did, but I let you. You have no reason to think that this is a trap. You can feel clever. Do you want to talk...or do you want to stay?

He waited, listening to the soft hum for another minute, then a second one. Finally, Tukal put the device away, and the dragon smiled.

"Mmm, yes. You do want this."

He turned away from the screen and closed his eyes once more. The coming weeks would be a flood of temptation for his prisoner. Each day would bring him back to those memories, reminding him of what he'd once had. Every encounter would mean another fight that he would inevitably lose. Each loss would break away the discipline that had been forced on him, and remind him that the choice that he had made was no choice at all.

To remove happiness, pleasure, joy in life...was to remove the reason to live in the first place. Either he would gain another toy, or he would find someone that might be useful as a tool. Either way, the mild, almost nonexistent threat of this little Jedi would soon be eliminated.

The End

Summary: The Dark Lord Draconicon (in true Sith fashion) plays with his prey before giving him a lesson in true lustful power.

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slavery, Star Wars, Shistavanen, Dragon, Trandoshan, Foot Fetish, Oral, Forced Oral, Bondage, Fighting, Force Play, E-Stim, Domination, Corruption, Mind Control,