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“Mm, bad boy, you have been.” A voice echoed in the Jedi Council room.
Anakin looked around the room but couldn’t see through the thick darkness. He was lying on his side in the middle of the room, his arms tied behind his back. He didn’t remember when he’d gotten there nor did he remember how he got into this situation in the first place. The back of his head hurt, so he had probably been knocked out.
He struggled against his restraints. “Damn, durasteel cuffs?”
“Try to resist, you will not.” The voice spoke again.
Wait a minute. Anakin recognized this voice. The raspy, deep grumble in their throat, the strange way that they spoke…
“Master Yoda?” he asked.
The voice chuckled and then walked closer until Anakin could finally make out their shape in the dark. Dark blobs turned into his short stature and large, green ears.
“What’s going on, Master? Why am I tied up?”
“Refuse to listen, hm?” Yoda took his cane and smacked Anakin on his ass, leaving the boy to cry out into the room. “You have been a bad boy, I said.”
“What?” Anakin asked, confusion and pain rippling through him. “What in the world is going on?!”
He couldn’t believe that Master Yoda had just hit him! It was so unlike the wise Master that he knew, even when Master Yoda was angry, he would only resort to violence when most necessary. He thought that maybe it was a bounty hunter disguising themselves as Yoda to get access to the temple, but as Master Yoda spoke, Anakin knew that it wasn’t a disguise.
“The Council has discussed your behavior, Young Skywalker. Naughty and undisciplined, you have become. So, train you to become obedient, I will.”
Yoda never really made much sense to Anakin, but now he was sounding even more crazy than normal.
“Naughty and undisciplined?!” Anakin cried out, “Yeah, okay, I get a little wild sometimes… but I wouldn’t say its that bad of a problem! Surely, Master Obi-Wan disagrees with you. I mean, I know I was a difficult padawan, but it’s better between us now! ”
Yoda shook his head, “Wrong you are, Skywalker. Specifically asked to train you, I was, by Master Kenobi.”
“What?! Are you serious?” Anakin was upset. He thought that his Master and him were finally on equal ground but apparently, he still thought he was acting out. “Okay…What’s the training then? Are we going on a mission? Do we need to take down a CIS factory or track down some Sith artifacts or something…?”
He trailed off as Yoda slid off his robe and took off his clothing.
“Mas…ter…?” Anakin gulped as Yoda’s fat, green cock came into view.
He was large, so much larger than Anakin thought possible. His cock was nearly half his size and girthy to match.
With his cane, Yoda pushed Anakin down onto his back, the cuffs digging into his wrists as they pushed against his weight. Yoda stood with a foot on each side of his shoulders, his cock mere inches from Anakin’s face as it dangled limply.
Anakin looked up from the cock to Yoda’s face as if unsure if this was all a joke.
“Suck it, Young Skywalker. This, your training is.”
“This is ridiculous—!”
Anakin couldn’t even finish his sentence before Yoda wacked him again with his cane. This time, hitting Anakin across his thighs.
Anakin opened his mouth to complain but was interrupted as Yoda lowered himself and shoved his cock deep into Anakin’s mouth. Anakin gagged on its thickness and length, the cock already down his throat and starting to get hard. It felt like it was getting even thicker and longer and Anakin thought he might pass out on it.
“Mm, let us begin.” Yoda dropped his cane to the side and grabbed Anakin’s head with both hands, situating himself properly before he started to face fuck Anakin with short thrusts.
“Mmh! Mmh!”
Anakin made gargled noises as the cock started moving in and out of his throat. He could feel the thick vein across his tongue and the head of Yoda’s cock hitting the back of his throat as small drops of cum dribbled into his mouth. It was a strange mixture of salty and sweet and for some reason he felt himself liking the flavor.
“What?! I can’t be thinking like that!” Anakin yelled to himself. There was no way that Anakin could be enjoying any part of this. Was Yoda using the Force to mess with his head? Just what was going on?
Yoda started animalistically growling as his thrusting got faster.
Anakin’s throat felt raw as Yoda’s thick cock pounded him over and over. There was no way he wasn’t going to feel sore for days after, he just wanted it to end.
“Argh!” Yoda cried as he thrusted deep into Anakin’s throat, his cum spilling into Anakin and filling him up.
Anakin gagged trying to cough as the liquid poured down his throat and spilled out into his mouth. There was so much cum that it dribbled at the corners and made Yoda scold him.
“Waste my sweet nectar, you will not!”
Yoda pinched Anakin’s nose, forcing Anakin to swallow the cum and when Anakin finally swallowed what Yoda deemed enough, Yoda pulled his cock out.
Anakin gasped for air and choked on the remnants of sticky cum in his throat. Looking up at Yoda, he couldn’t believe his cock was still hard after such a release.
“Taste good, does it?”
Anakin tried to shake his head, but Yoda stopped him.
“Not many know this about my species, but special properties our fluids have. For example, you have just tasted my cum… notice the sweet flavor, did you? Addicted you will become. Want more and more, you will.”
Anakin was confused, but realized that’s why he was feeling so strange. It wasn’t the Force that was making Anakin enjoy himself. It was Yoda’s cum.
“No…”
“Oh, yes.”
Yoda slapped his cock against Anakin’s cheek, teasing him. Anakin could feel himself getting hungrier for Yoda’s cock again. Against all his judgment, Anakin felt himself wanting to open his mouth for Yoda and let him do it again.
“Master Yoda…” Anakin felt blush creep onto his cheeks, “What have you done to me?”
Yoda did not reply, only stroking himself as Anakin’s eyes laid transfixed.
Anakin gulped, opening his mouth wide, waiting for Yoda’s cock to fuck his mouth again until he was full of nothing but his sweet nectar. Yoda praised him by allowing him to lap at his swollen head, it was still dripping with beads of cum and Anakin seemed to be desperate to catch every drop.
“Very good, Young Skywalker.”
Anakin tried to stop himself, but with each taste and sweet words from Yoda, he found his body was no longer in his control. He had become Master Yoda’s.
Before he knew it, Yoda’s cock was back in his mouth. Anakin’s lips were puffy from being used so roughly and his throat was numb. The lingering taste of cum was the only thing that seemed to make the pain stop, but Anakin felt that deep inside it was only making him enjoy the pain.
The rhythmic thrusting continued.
Anakin groaned from the mix of pleasure and pain. His body was once again betraying him as he felt himself becoming erect and tight in his underpants. It was all because of Yoda’s cum, he kept telling himself. There was no way he would get so hard from being used by Yoda like this. Not normally. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
“Big gift for you, I have.” Yoda interrupted Anakin’s deep thoughts as he took a moment to massage his hefty balls, “Be a good boy and swallow it all.”
Anakin nodded, almost excitedly, as Yoda thrusted deep into his throat again and came.
The sweet, warm cum filled Anakin’s throat and mouth again and he swallowed as Yoda continued to pump more into his mouth. He couldn’t believe how much cum Yoda had, but he wanted to swallow all of it.
When Yoda’s cock left him, he almost whimpered and managed to bite back on his lips to stop it from escaping.
“Hm, still resisting, you are...” Yoda grumbled.
Anakin opened his mouth to speak but stopped as Yoda stood up and walked across him until he stood between Anakin’s legs. Yoda used the Force to pull his cane to him and used it to nudge the bulge in Anakin’s pants.
“Agh!” Anakin groaned, “Careful, Master Yoda… please.”
Yoda ignored him and rubbed him slowly with the cane until Anakin had his head back and was gasping.
The sound of wood against the floor brought Anakin back to his senses as Yoda started to strip him from the waist down. Anakin thought to ask what he was doing, but he knew what Yoda was doing and it would be useless to ask.
Anakin’s hard cock was freed from his pants and stood tall. Yoda bent down, almost examining it before smiling.
“Fill you with my sweet nectar some more, I shall.”
Anakin didn’t understand. But Yoda refused to explain as he grabbed Anakin’s cock and started stroking, making Anakin cry out in desperation. He couldn’t believe how much his body was hungry for Yoda’s touch.
Yoda played with the slit on the head of Anakin’s cock, rubbing his fingers across it before poking it gently with his large nails. Anakin shivered. With zero warning, Yoda slowly pushed his nail against his slit and Anakin winced in pain.
“Master Yoda!” Anakin cried out, “That hurts!”
“Calm yourself, Young Skywalker. Necessary pain, this is. Handle it, you will.”
Yoda continued until he had slid his nail inside of Anakin’s slit. Anakin gasped and thought he’d blacked out for a moment in the darkness, but it was only his eyes refusing to readjust as he struggled with the blinding pain.
“Doing good, you are…”
Yoda began to fuck Anakin’s slit with his nail, pushing in and out.
Anakin couldn’t believe he was still hard despite everything, but in the back of his mind he felt that maybe he was enjoying this.
“Master…” Anakin whimpered.
Yoda continued as precum began to spill from Anakin’s cock, getting under Yoda’s nail and dripping down Anakin’s length slowly. Anakin felt Yoda grab his balls and play with them, the stimulation on both his balls and head making Anakin feel his orgasm coming.
With a squeeze, Anakin came, most of the cum spattering messily against Yoda’s fingers and onto the ground.
“Mm, very good, Skywalker… now, I shall make you mine.”
Anakin blinked lazily at Yoda. What did that mean? Wasn’t Anakin already under the spell of Master Yoda? What more could he do?
Yoda grabbed ahold of Anakin’s cock and pressed the tip of his own against Anakin’s tip. He bucked them together, stimulating their already overstimulated and sensitive heads. Anakin’s head fell back again as he moaned loudly into the large room. Why was Master Yoda so good at all of this anyway? Just what did he get up to in his free time?
Anakin’s passing judgements disappeared quickly as he felt the larger cock suctioning onto his. He looked up in confusion to see Yoda’s swollen slit kissing against Anakin’s cock, their precum dribbling into one another as Yoda pushed against the friction.
“What are you…?”
Yoda groaned, holding his cock against Anakin’s as he came into Anakin’s stretched slit, the warm cum filling his cock and insides. Anakin screamed in pleasure, his whole body felt warm and a tingling sensation ran throughout him. He’d never felt anything like that before.
As Yoda backed away, the cum inside Anakin’s cock spilled out and Anakin whimpered. There was a strange cold feeling that filled him as the remnants of Yoda’s cum left him. He didn’t like the feeling with Yoda.
Yoda used the Force to release the cuffs from Anakin’s arms, letting him lie freely on the floor.
“Think you’ll be more behaved from now on, I do.”
“Master Yoda…” Anakin shivered as he sat up.
“What is it, Young Skywalker?” Yoda asked, getting his clothes back on as if nothing had happened moments before.
“Don’t leave me…”
Yoda turned back to him and smiled, “Be good, you will?”
“I’ll do anything, Master! Anything!”
Yoda smirked.
“Looks like the disciplining went well then…” Shaak Ti said.
“Perhaps, too well,” Obi-Wan replied.
The other Council members had their eyes fixed on Yoda. In between his legs, sat Anakin on his hands and knees, his mouth full of Yoda’s cock as he sucked happily and obsessively. Jealousy could be felt in the Force as drool dripped from Anakin’s lips onto the floor.
Yoda smirked, “Behave from now on, Young Skywalker will. Trained him well, I have.”