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"Back so soon?" a wicked grin curled on Skywalker's face as his Mandalorian awkwardly jumped out of the cockpit. That N-1 was a gorgeous starfighter, but Luke couldn't help but feel Din was missing out by not having more space. Space to carry his bounties, and space to... do more. Luke could tell by Mando's awkward gait, that the warrior was hardly unaffected. Had he recently been having some fun- or trying to?
"I-yeah," Mando said softly. He wasn't a man of many words, which is what made it all the sweeter when Luke brought him to the point that Din couldn't stop the flow of noises coming from his mouth.
"I wonder whatever for-" Luke didn't let Din interrupt him, pressing on, "Have you been good? Will you be good for me?"
Din swallowed loud enough for his vocoder to pick it up. "Yeah- yeah, whatever you want."
"Good," Luke could feel the dark side of the Force like a warm mantle surrounding him. No one brought out this side of him like Din. "Very good. I want you to show me."
Din looked around awkwardly. This planet was nothing but them and growing things. One day Din would be comfortable taking off his armor outside, but that could wait. "Just this part then," and Luke cupped his crotch. All of Din belonged to him, but this part in particular had his mark.
Luke enjoyed how Din felt in the Force. Nerves and anxiety drowned out by his impatience and his poignant longing for that pleasure. Din was pale under his kute, but his skin still had a warm undertone that contrasted with the stark white wyyyschokk silk all the more prominently. It was such a lovely delicate thing- really like lingerie, perfectly framed by just the fly of his kute being open. Just a thin, delicate scrap of lace that encircled his balls and worked its way up his shaft before wrapping up snugly under the head.
"You've been good for me? You've been wearing this for a while, do you even feel it anymore?" Luke taunted.
Din's voice was strained, "Yes. Yes I do still feel it. Often. Many times a day. And when-"
"And when? And when you want to get off? When you get horny and want to touch yourself? I mean... you technically can-" Luke trailed the back of his fingers over that lovely cock. Din bit back a groan. Poor baby was already so worked up. Maybe Din shouldn't have waited so long. If he had just come back to Luke sooner, it would be all the easier. But now Din was probably starting to form an instinctive reaction to returning here. Just seeing this planet and smelling this forest might well be enough to get him hard.
This cock cage did nothing to stop Din from getting hard, although he could more clearly feel it surely digging into his engorged flesh. No, what Luke wanted was for Din to be unable to come from his cock. If Din was going to come it was going to be a dry orgasm. Luke wanted that slutty hole trained to need nothing but a good fucking to come. It wasn't going to be easy, but Din was making remarkable progress, and he did so enjoy that cage.
This silk was about as strong as it looked. As effective as handcuffing a Wookie with dental floss. What made it work, what prevented Din from cumming, but not from getting hard or wanting it was the Force compulsion Luke had put on him along with the cock cage. Din knew this, knew that the flimsy scrap of lace that decorated him did nothing physically but- there was no way to escape it. All of Din's Mandalorian training, all of his experience bounty hunting could do nothing against this magic. It made it all the more infuriating and inescapable. Luke had intentionally however added nothing that would make it so Din couldn't touch himself or get hard. Din was welcome to torment himself as much as he wanted. But if he wanted relief, he had to come back to Luke.
And Luke loved how desperate Din always was when he would come back to him. Luke continued to trail his hand up of Din's cock. His gloved hand. He knew how Din felt about it. Din would feel differently about it if there was a flesh hand underneath the glove, but knowing it was just a droid- it made him ache for it all the keener. Din bit back another groan.
Luke would far rather have Din openly being as loud and wanton as he wanted than stifling himself. Luke turned around on his heel and headed to his home.
Din eagerly walked at his heel. It made Luke feel very in control. As though he had an invisible leash around the Mandalorian's throat. It would be a trivial thing to do in the Force. So when Din hung back a step as Luke typed in his pin to unlock his door, Luke started him forward with a Force tug around Din's neck. Din's breathing hitched, and Luke could feel Din's pleasure through the Force. Din wanted to be controlled and owned. Wanted all the stress and decisions of his life taken away. And Luke- well he liked to take. The dark side whispering in his ear to take more and more- to take everything. And Din was willing to give everything. It was part of what made him so intoxicating.
"Have you been working on your training? Show me how well you've been practicing for me," Luke settled himself in his favorite arm chair in his bedroom, positioned just so to see the bed and all Din would be doing on it. Din liked to keep his armor on at first, so he did. He took off his jetpack, stepped out of his boot, and just lowered his pants, taking off one glove. He crawled onto the bed with his ass pointed towards Luke. He widened his knees, spreading his cheeks and exposing his hole. Luke watched attentively. He could already see... how well worked that hole was.
"I've- I've been so good. Please, it feels so good when it's you-" Din shoved two fingers straight away into his hole without any hesitation. The hole was wet and clearly well-worked for how easily it took both of them. And the lewd noises that hole was making.
"Were you playing with yourself today baby? Didn't even wet your finger, but your hole is already wet isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, I just- I couldn't wait to get here. I wanted it so bad. I just- please I need this. I..."
"Yeah? Tell me how you did it. That starfighter isn't big."
"N-no, it's not-" Din now had three fingers in, pumping them in loudly. Luke enjoyed how hot his body felt watching this, having all this control, and making this strong, proud warrior beg so wantonly. It made him tingle all over which he felt all the more keenly as he neither touched Din nor himself. "I had to- I had to sit on the edge of my seat, and the angle-"
"It was no good?" Luke asked superciliously, taunting the man literally begging for relief. "Is this better?" Luke couldn't help but to lick his lips at the sight of Din's hole exposed and being fucked so aggressively and quickly. Din whined. This angle might be better, but as Din kept saying, kept begging; he wanted more, he wanted Luke. Din was so ready. He had been ready when he landed on the planet. Luke could have just bent him over out there and fucked into him.
Luke reached out with the Force. He trailed invisible tendrils across Din's body, up his arms and legs. Din let out a needy little noise as he bucked into his fingers as the tendrils trailed past his groin and up his sides. Luke made sure to keep his touch light and teasing as he briefly passed Din's pecs to curl around his shoulders before dipping a single touch more firmly down his spine.
Din stopped fucking himself to enjoy it. And enjoy what would be coming next. Luke could feel how Din's mind was slipping. How his mind was relaxing into Luke's touch. Not because it was satisfying, no Din's mind and body still so keenly wanted more touch. But because now Luke was touching him, and now Luke would be in charge. Din had to be so sufficient, for such a long time, from such a young age, so now he relished putting down his burden and letting Luke take care of him.
For once, the Mandalorian had found someone stronger than him. Never taking off their helmets provided them much protection from the Force, be it Jedis or Siths. But Luke was strong enough with his saber, with his connection to the Force in fighting, to not need any mental tricks to defeat this warrior. Aside from the physical ways that Luke could defeat the skilled Mandalorian, Luke knew Din's weakness. Grogu. Knew that weakness, the way he now knew Din's body. The way he could exploit him, leaving Din with no choice but to relent to Luke's will.
And by now Luke was well skilled at taking Din apart. There had been an interesting learning curve, but now Luke's every act would maximize Din's pleasure until that pleasure itself was torture.
Luke could feel Din's mind, how Din desperately wanted to come, and yet Din was still and calm- knowing it would happen when Luke willed it and not before. That didn't mean Luke didn't enjoy hearing him beg and wouldn't ask that of the Mandalorian.
Luke stroked with more intent at Din's erogenous zones. Over his chest, and circling his nipples before rubbing them now with a firmer touch. And because the Force didn't limit Luke to his two -or one- hands, Luke rubbed Din's nape, the back of his knee, up his thighs and against their soft fleshy interior. Din let out a little sigh, but compared to the burning want centered in his balls, it wasn't nearly enough.
Luke couldn't help but to let out a little evil laugh as he reached into Din's mind with the Force and touched his brain's pleasure center directly. Din whined as he bucked up helplessly. Rubbing his dick against the sheet wouldn't get him anything but more frustration, but Luke loved to see it happen all the same. Loved to see how the strong and noble Mandalorian could be broken into such a raw, base need.
"Do you want something?" Luke trailed the tendril lightly around his thighs before draping it across his ass.
"I- yes, please please." Din tried to pull himself together, to be more than that ball of desperate want and simmering calm. "Please, Master, touch my hole. Touch my cock. Please, I need-" Din let out a moan as Luke curled a tendril to brush against the base of his cock and press up against his taint, the tip poking at his hole. That one tugged at the rim and traced around it, while another one curled around his shaft. Luke rubbed against the pleasure center of Din's mind again heightening the pleasure even more.
Din keened and Luke cruelly tightened the tendril around Din's cock, especially around the base. It wasn't necessary. The man couldn't come no matter how badly he wanted to, but Luke just wanted to. Wanted for Din to feel the pressure there, wanted Din to know how Luke controlled his body and how easily he could restrict him here.
Luke pushed in a tendril, little thicker than a finger, into Din's sloppy wet hole. Luke loved how he could feel how Din's mind bloom with sensation and pleasure. "Your hole is so wet."
The words pressed against Din's skin like hot brands as he moaned again, pressing his face against the bed sheet. "Yes, yes, so- so wet for you."
Luke pushed in another tendril and undulated them further into Din, making sure to hit against his sweet spot. "Is this how you jerk off? How often do you jerk off like this? Getting your fingers in as deep as you can, trying to make yourself feel this good- are they enough? Have you bought a toy, or do you try to push your entire fist into there? It'll never be enough for a slut like you."
"N-no. It'll never be enough for me. I'm such a slut. I need this so bad. Please Master. I need you. I need your cock. Only you- only you can- can make me come."
Luke took a bracing breath as he leaned his weight forward and spread his thighs. His control was good enough that he could keep himself soft even in this situation if he wanted to, but he enjoyed how this was getting to him. Luke hadn't touched himself- even though it would be trivial to reach out with a hand to extend the Force touch to himself. But he liked the way the pleasure built in himself- and the way the denial and desperation almost mirrored Din's. "That's right. Only I can make you feel this good." Rather than add another tendril, he let them grow fatter inside of Din. It always made Din squirm -and this time was no different- and his rim clenched as though he could stop this. But there was nothing to stop. The Force after all was in everything and Luke could create thickness and fullness inside of Din without even passing by his rim that clenched futility at the growing pressure. "Only I can make you come. But hopefully, that won't be true for long. Hopefully you'll learn to come just like this," Luke ground the pressure against Din's prostate. Din yelped as his cock leaked even more precome. It looked so hard and aching in that fine lace, but there could be no relief from that side.
Din chanted a series of 'yes, yes, yes' under his breath. Luke closed his eyes and took a moment to savor it, how Din felt to his 6th sense. Luke could clearly feel Din. The man had this rare quality from wearing beskar so often. Like his life Force was muted in the Force. The first time Luke felt it he thought the man was seriously injured or ill, because of how noticeable it was. But no. And even now, now that Luke could feel him so starkly, his emotions so clear and strong, it still had that quality of a Mandalorian. The famed enemies of the Jedi totally at his mercy and even begging for more.
"Show me your training."
Din could feel Luke's stare on him as Din tried his best to be good- to be worthy. Master Skywalker would rarely just reach out and touch him. Din had to earn a touch, a fuck, the ability to come. But as Din had been all of his life, he was determined to do not only the best he could, but what was necessary. Only unlike before, this wasn't for others. This was for his own selfish pleasure.... Or was it even? Was this not all to serve Master's pleasure, little more than a toy made to dance for the man's amusement. Did he even have a choice or was the magic taking that away from him and reducing him to nothing but pure, feral need?
Din could hope. He lifted his shoulder to give Master a better view as he touched his nipples. Master was always so light and teasing, but Din- fuck he wanted to come so bad. He could feel the blood pulse in his shaft against the fine weave of the lace. Din was harsh with himself. Pinching and pulling hard at his nipples. It felt amazing. If- If only it could be enough to come. One day, someday- someday soon. And meanwhile, it felt so good, Din couldn't help but to fuck back against the tendrils fucking him. They felt so thick already, as thick as a cock, but they were only wriggling and undulating about. Din wanted a good hard fucking. He wanted Master's hands tight enough at his hips to leave bruises. He wanted the man's weight behind him, and his cock fucking deep inside of him. As a reward, possibly for playing with himself, possibly for his thoughts, Master gave him another jolt of pleasure all over his body. It felt like lightening that felt good in every way, in every place. Tingling and pleasure that coiled in his groin, and especially his aching, restricted cock and balls.
"Is that all you do slut? I don't think so," Luke accentuated his point with a another jolt of pleasure and a firm press outwards at his rim. Like he was stretching Din wide open.
"Ah," yes, of course. Din knew he wasn't to touch his cock. He still did it. That was how he had been conditioned all his life, and it was a hard habit to break when it felt so good. But what might have been worse than the sweet pleasure of growing hard under his hand, was the sexual frustration of being unable to come no matter how much he wanted. And so he would always end up with at least fingers pumping into his ass, desperate to make Master proud, and desperate to learn to come this way. He felt it was impossible. He wouldn't even be surprised if Master had reached into his mind with magic to make it impossible, to force Din to come back to him -always.
Din gave his nipples one last synchronized rub with the heel of his palms before reaching one hand down. It was always fucking weird to touch his hole and feel those tendrils, so clearly there, so clearly pushing against his rim and brushing against his hand, but to see nothing. They weren't matter, only energy- somehow.
Din pressed in his fingers again, showing Luke what he had done before only now it was so much more. Din's slender two fingers were joined with the writhing mass of tendrils and as he fucked his fingers in and out, it felt like it was slightly dragging them in and out. Fuck Din just felt so full. Slowly the tendrils began to shrink until they vanished without ever needing to pull out. But they did just because of how Din loved that feeling against his rim. Which left only Din touching himself again. This could mean one of two things. Din tried to brace himself, even as he hoped fervently that it would mean that Luke would get up and finally fuck him.
But no- fuck no- "No, please master- I-" Din choked on his own spit as he whined, squirming in the sheets as though he could get away. But Luke's magic was far to powerful for that. Din had often wondered how far Luke could reach. If one day Luke would reach out to him while on a job in another system. If Din would be touching himself and thinking of Luke in his cramped starfighter only to find his desperate earning being answered by that now familiar phantom touch.
But right now Din didn't have more touch- he had less. The very same pressure that had sent jolts of pleasure through him directly with his brain, was now cutting him off. His body felt distant and numb, almost like he was on painkillers. Even though he was touching himself, it didn't feel half as good. And yet somehow- he was just as desperate. His cock ached just as much, and he was still burning with lust, even as he couldn't give it to himself. No matter how he wedged his pinkie into his hole or tortured his nipples- the pleasure was just out of reach.
"Please- please, Master. I've been good. I've trained. See how open I am- for you." Din knew what to say now from being trained by Luke. And he would- he would say anything, just please- please, fuck, this was agony. "Only you- I only want you. Please Master, touch me." It was pointless to beg to be allowed to feel again. He needed to beg for Luke, for his Master. Luke wanted to be needed, as much as Din needed to be wanted.
"Is that right then?" Luke got up and worked at his sleeve. That small sight made Din's hole clench. Luke always had to make sure his shirt sleeve was right so he could pull it off while leaving his leather glove on. That act of him thinking about being undressed went right to Din's core. Fuck, he was so close to having everything he wanted! Din continued to beg helplessly as Luke slowly untucked his shirt from his pants- but made no move to take them off. "Please, please, Master. Only you can make me come. Please, I need to come so badly. I- fuck- please."
Din whimpered, he just- he wanted it so bad. He pressed hard against his prostate but -barely anything! He could still feel it, but it remained faint. Surely Luke could use his magic to stop Din from feeling it at all- but he didn't. He just- let Din squirm and suffer.
"How about a choice then?" Luke offered as he sat himself back down. Din took a bracing breath. It could mean that Luke had just sat back down to take off those tall black leather boots of his, or that Luke would just sit on that chair and torment Din some more. Did he want to make Din cry? Was that his goal? Because he wasn't far off from accomplishing it. Din didn't know how much more he could take. "A choice between me taking the cock cage off, or getting to see Grogu."
Din's whole body cried out. He closed his eyes and could feel the tears of frustration wetting their surface. But no. Nothing. Not even more of this could ever trump his son. Grogu was his whole world. That boy had brought light and purpose into his life. He had broken his creed for his love of Grogu. He would do nothing less. Even- even this. Din swallowed painfully even as he had to let go of that hope inside of himself. He hadn't been able to come since he'd last seen Luke, and that had been ages ago. He had grown terribly desperate a week ago, but had only been able to wrap up the mission this morning.
He could still hope because of how Luke worded it that he would at least still fuck him. He wouldn't let Din come, wouldn't take off the cage, but even if it was pyrite reward Din wanted it. He wanted to feel again, and wanted to feel Luke's cock inside of him. Din dropped his head to the sheets as he spoke the words. Surely Luke had to know that there was never really another option? No matter how he broke Din, he would not change this fact of the universe. "I choose Grogu."
Luke got up and dragged a hand down Din's back -fuck! While Din couldn't feel the fingers still deep inside of himself, he could feel that. Luke's mastery of his magic would be more impressive if Din didn't hate it. "Is that so?"
Luke watched his black gloved hand drag down the pale expanse of Din's back that never got to see the sun. Din was such a loyal, devoted Dad. Everything Luke had ever wished for and wanted with Vader. As the Emperor could not fully take away Vader's love for him, neither could Luke take that away from Din. It filled him with a desire for the man that went far beyond anything as base as lust. The Mandalorian, all his power and competency, all his aloafness, was sexy. But in moments like this... Din's care and devotion. His loyalty and his love. It was Din's very soul that Luke wanted to possess.
"Do you understand what that means?" Luke used the Force to quickly strip himself as he knelt on the bed behind Din. Din weakly nodded his head as he pulled out his fingers. The remaining tendril that was wrapped around Din's thighs and cock faded away as Luke put his flesh hand around Din's cock, fingering at the lacing. As all other touch felt so distant, it made Luke's hand on his aching flesh all the starker. Din let out a wet sigh as he felt that thin delicate lace around him. He- he just wanted to wrap his hand around Luke's and give himself a good, firm stroke from base to tip. To finally feel that. But it wouldn't give him the relief he so desperately wanted. Nothing would. Now all there was was to enjoy the little he would get.
Or rather not so little. Luke might not look like much but he certainly wasn't packing small. Din pushed his hips back and let his ass brush against the now freed bulge in Luke's slacks. In a world of muted sensations that cock felt like a live wire tingling against Din's nerves and making him crave being fucked all the more. Luke was sizeable and already hard, but Din suspect he hadn't touched himself. Master was just as wanting of this as Din was. Luke could feel Din's commitment in his mind- the warrior's fortitude towards this unfavorable situation. But what he could not feel was any part of him that was going to change his mind, choose himself over Grogu. Say that he could see Grogu just some other time, some next time he was here.
Luke began to push in. Din didn't need to think about it, didn't need to consciously push back or bare down. It was muscle memory now for his body to open up to the pressure of a cock against his hole. Fuck. Din let out a pleasurable little sigh as Luke effortlessly sunk in. As the craspire lube was copious enough from Din prepping himself, there was thankfully no need to worry about it drying out. Didn't even need to lube up his cock with how wet and ready Din had made his hole. Din had- he had never had a relationship like this, and had never tried to 'train' his hole like this before. Some days he was wondering who he was and what was becoming of him.
Luke let out a groan of his own and Din clenched down, feeling that cock finally in him. Fuck, Din had been craving Master's cock for so long. He wondered if what Master taunted him with was actually acceptable- having a toy. It would surely help him train his body even better than his fingers do. And the thought of having a cock more often- fuck, Din wished he could get fucked day and night, every day. Perhaps his pride was foolish, perhaps he would be better off never leaving Skywalker's side and being here and used for Master's pleasure all the time.
And then Luke- Master just started to fuck him. There was no need for preamble. Din was ready, body and soul. Luke's hands on his hips were like bars of beskar as Din could feel nothing but that and Luke's cock. It was so warm and filling him up so good. Fuck! It had been what Din really wanted, and now here it was- and it felt so good. Din's fingers had been but a pale imitation even before Master took away his ability to feel them. And now not only could Din feel Luke's cock fucking in and out of him but- Master was reaching into his mind, his presence now familiar when it should have been scary.
Master's magic was not only making it so he could feel that cock, but heightening his pleasure. More jolts of pleasure, as though there was a tazer being run up and down his nerves and making everything feel good. But not just that- Luke wasn't just letting him feel again, he was enhancing everything. As if Luke's cock didn't already feel so good, as though it didn't already consume his thoughts and mind, now it was growing ever more pleasurable. And Luke was not content with just that, his Master was continuing to turn the screws on him. Even as his pleasure was growing, as the sensation of every thrust of that cock against his prostate felt better and better, Master was making him more desperate.
Din didn't think that was possible, but it felt like lust was consuming his every cell. Raw aching as though from his very marrow was being drawn out. He was wanting, begging, dying for more. Din wouldn't let this make him regret his choice, nothing could turn him away from his devotion to Grogu, but it did make him cry out. He let out a scream, torn from the very heart of him, even as he felt more tears of want and frustration leak out of his eyes. It was agony. Agony Din would willingly endure again, but that did not diminish the pain.
Luke reached out to grab hold of Din's hair and lifted his head by said hair. The tug on his scalp sent sparks down his spine- Master's touches all blending to pleasure, even this pain. As though it was not yet another pain on top of the ache of his cock and balls, yearning nothing more than to come even as Master brought his mind and body to higher and higher levels of pleasure. Luke was angling his head up and back because he loved to see him cry. The pleasure and the denial were burning in Din so strongly he couldn't have stopped crying if he wanted to, but he could hope that such an impassioned sight would make Master have mercy towards him.
But mercy was not quite what Master felt. That sadist enjoyed the sight of Din's tears, and loved the feeling of his clear desperation and anguish he could feel through the Force. "Are you enjoying this pet? There's no need to answer, I can tell how much you love it. Even if you can't get to come, you love my cock. Love how it feels. Every time I fuck into you, how you groan, how your hole tries to tighten. Tries. You've become such a slut, your hole is so sloppy. Do you think you could come just from me fucking you? I think you could. You'd be in trouble then. Kriff, I'm working you into such a frenzy."
Din moaned weakly as he shook his head from side to side just to feel the hand pull at his hair. Everything felt so good right now. It really was such a frenzy it was- "Do you like being in heat for me? Being my bitch?" Oh, fuck. Was that what it was? Was that why Din was feeling like this? Master was using his magic to drive him into heat? Into a beast that wanted nothing more than to get fucked? It was working. Oh, how it was working. Din felt like nothing but an exposed nerve
and a hole to be used by his Master. But somehow... that thought only made Din hotter. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be reduced to nothing but a tool for his Master. Having Din's pleasure be secondary, or even non-existent so that this might be all about his Master- it only made it better.
Damn, Din had it bad. He tried to focus on Master and his pleasure. It was hard because of how overwhelmed he was. How the forced heat was burning him up and the lust was consuming him. But he tried to milk Luke's cock, to clench down around it as it fucked into him, and to meet those thrusts with his hips. The noise of their fucking and Din's were met by Luke's wanton groans. He was clearly enjoying it, and pleasing his Master made Din feel- warm inside. Useful. For all that Din could not come, he could have this. And he did enjoy it himself. As torturous as the denial was, as the incessant desperate ache throbbed agonizingly in his cock and balls, he did love having his Master inside of him. His Master fucking him and so clearly enjoying it.
"Such a good pet. Such a good pet for me." These were honeyed words but as Luke leaned down over him, Din felt- afraid. Luke was satisfied and almost laughing at him- his moans breathless and... joyful. And what Luke enjoyed- what Luke found pleasure in, was tormenting and torturing his vulnerable submissive Din. Din could do nothing but try to be the best hole he could, try to make his Master come.
"Your hole- it so clearly loves to be fucked. You so clearly love to be fucked." Luke trailed his hand up Din's neck, cupping his throat. "You're so good for me. Feel so good around my cock. You've become such a delight, my good little fuck toy." He tightened his hand on Din's neck, not enough to actually choke him but enough to let him feel it. To know that if his master wanted, he could.
And then Luke was reaching into his mind. It could be said this time it was not to torture, but that was not true. It was a torture, perhaps the greatest torture of all. Din's cock bobbed hard against his stomach on the next thrust and Din could feel the trail of precum it left there. Fuck. Luke had removed the binds in his mind. Now without his chastity cage to stop him from coming Din didn't know- that he could hold out. Din whined and whimpered, trying to escape forward and almost slipping Luke's cock completely out of himself.
All he wanted to do was rut his cock against the sheets, and now that he knew it would work- it was so much temptation. But even as he managed to have enough willpower not to, there was Luke. Luke who was pounding into his hole, stretching his rim and pressing against his prostate.
But there was no escaping Luke. Luke tightened his hold on Din's hips and pulled him back. Brutally Luke slammed himself back into the hilt, the force making Din wail. Luke summoned more tendrils to wrap around Din's thighs and arms, even one around his neck. They weren't holding him back, there was no pressure to their presence, but it was a clear warning. Luke was powerful enough to keep Din right where he wanted him, and Din could do nothing to stop that. He was nothing but how Luke wanted to use him and what Luke wanted.
"Don't you want to come?" Luke asked in that terrible tone of his. There was clearly mirth in his voice, he was enjoying this. Relishing in Din's pain, and that only made Din's shiver and enjoy his pain all the more. His partner didn't feel burdened by Din's preferences, or cursed to endure this for Din. Luke was revelling in all this power, and in watching Din squirm. Din might squirm for him, but he would not come. He would not get in trouble, and he would get to see Grogu. "I'd be very impressed if you did come like this. Just from me fucking your hole. But you'll know what will happen if you come? Would that be worth it? Think about how good it would feel. To finally come."
Din bit down on his lip hard enough he thought he might bleed and tried to focus- focus again on his hole and on making this good for Luke. But now it was so much harder. Not only was his Master letting him feel his whole body from his sore nipples to his aching cock, but now Din too could feel his own orgasm as a looming tidal wave. And rather than be a taunting impossibility, now it was a terrible inevitability. But Din- Din he could, he would hold out. Just- just a little bit longer. He could tell by Skywalker's heavy breathing and how his pace was starting to stutter. The Jedi was close.
Din could feel the sweat pouring down his face, the droplets collecting and running down to the tip of his nose. He gritted his teeth and tried to both make this good for Luke and not focus on his screaming body. It would be easier if the magic hadn't sent him into a heat that wanted nothing more than to come. Din's vision started to flicker black as he grew more and more overwhelmed but- Luke was closer.
With a bit back curse, Luke finally came, shooting hot cum inside Din. He pumped deep inside Din, his raging cock feeling so good. Din had had to content with his fingers and no orgasm for so long, this was almost all he wanted. He clenched down one last time on Luke's hard, thick length. Fuck it had been so good. Hitting the best spots of him just like he had been craving. If only he could come. The cock cage was loose but he was still just as trapped. Just as that flimsy lace couldn't actually stop him but was a symbol of his ownership all the same.
Luke let out a loud sigh and Din let himself collapse off of Luke's cock and onto the bed. Din was panting as though he had been doing more than kneeling here and taking it. He could feel how abused his hole felt, red and swollen. He would be feeling that for days. His hole gapped and he could feel the fat load Luke gave him collect warmly at his rim. Fuck, that felt like a lot. And with how open his hole was, Din would be leaking that for hours unless- Unless Luke kept him plugged to use again. Luke loved to plug him up for the night, watching Din toss and turn to try and fall asleep with that distracting, teasing pleasure, just to wake him up with a good fucking. Din would come to with Luke already buried deep into him fucking him from how stretched open the plugs would keep him. Master using Din again and again as Din would have to stave off his own pleasure. Fuck, Din didn't know how much more he could take.
Din laid there feeling the ache in his body, the signs of their lovemaking. The only thing Luke hadn't done was give him a love bite, but there was time still. Luke loved to leave bruises on him, and he had discovered how much Din loved bruises when they were left by his magic. By that invisible touch that made the warrior weak and helpless.
As Din laid there trying to get his breath back, it didn't feel like Luke was altering his body for once. No cock cage, no heightened pleasure or numbness. And yet- Din still felt like he was in heat. Was it the magic or was it how badly he wanted to come and how close at hand he knew it was? There was nothing stopping him now from reaching for his cock and just coming like that. He wouldn't even need his hand, he could just lean down and grind against the sheets. It would easily be enough. But for that... there would be terrible consequences. Already Din got a frisson at the thought of 'foiling' Luke's plans to make him come and making the Jedi come instead. Somehow Din managed to just rest there catching his breath and savoring the aches in his body, knowing how long those pains would linger, but otherwise not moving. Din's pleasure wasn't his own, but neither was his Master's. He was to be used.
Luke groaned and came to. "Hmmrghmm." His startlingly blue eyes fluttered and locked onto Din, looking at him critically and undoubtedly with that magic before tracing down his form to his cock. "I love the way this looks on you," Luke tenderly wrapped just two gloved fingers around the base. That didn't stop Din's abused cock from jumping in his hold. Luke traced the fine lace. "The white looks so good against you. I thought about black, or some other fun color like red, but the way this white looks? Hmmm." Luke made a noise of appreciation as he skated a finger delicately over the symbol of his ownership.
Luke nuzzled his mouth against Din's neck, sucking at the sweaty skin there for a moment before ordering a lazy command into Din's ear. "Clean me up."
Din knew what was being asked of him, well used to this command. He had found it demeaning and degrading at first but now- well now he still did, but he had learned to love those feelings. Din moved so his mouth could lick at his Master's cock. "Such a good boy," Luke all but purred, so relaxed and content after that orgasm. He wound his hand into Din's hair and tugged again. It felt just as good this time.
Din always wanted to be good, good for his Master, and to serve his Master, but this also helped distract him from his own pleasure. Rather than being able to think and focus on nothing but his cock and how badly he wanted to come, now instead Din could devote himself to accomplishing this task. He had to be careful to just clean and not excite Master without permission so it was hardly a mindless task. Din did love it though when Luke had him warm his cock for hours with his mouth and only then did he start to fuck his mouth. Din couldn't help but to moan a little at the thought, drooling down Luke's shaft.
"Are you getting me cleaner or are you just drooling all over the place like some beast?" Luke pulled him off by his hair, and Din liked that even more. Din had had to have sex with his helmet on, so being able to do this, to feel this, was so much. Having his mouth used, having his hair pulled, it was all so nice.
Luke reached out for Din's cock. As soon as that gloved texture brushed against the delicate lace and aching skin again, Din jolted back. He hunched his shoulder, feeling he needed to apologize to his Master, but he just- he couldn't- not right now. He was just so- so sensitive from having just been fucked. Oral was not enough of a breather. As though Din hadn't been on edge for days, trying to collect his puck with that cage on.
"Shhhh, there, there," Luke hushed him as he curled an arm around Din's shoulders. "You've been so good for me Din. Such a good pet." He pushed Din's hair off of his forehead and came in to give him a sweet kiss. "Such a good boy for me Din. That's why I'm giving you my permission, you can have both. You have my permission to come."
Din looked into Luke's eyes to see nothing but a sweet and caring man. Din tried not to gulp or show visual trepidation. He was sure there would be some catch, and yet he also knew that Luke was quite the man of his word. If there was a price to pay, a price that wasn't not being able to see Grogu, Din would pay it. Fuck, he would do nearly anything to be able to come.
Din made himself relax in Luke's grip and watched as that hand came to his cock. The sharp contrast of the black leather against the white lace was a sight as always, supplemented by his purpling cock. Din couldn't stop the moan punched out of him as Luke made contact and firmly stroked his cock. Fuck- Din tilted his head back and savored the sweet, sweet feeling. Luke nibbled at Din's exposed throat as he stroked him firmly but slow. Din wanted more- he wanted faster, but this- this was already so nice.
"Dank farrik, you felt so good," Luke stated hotly as he sucked bite marks into Din's flesh. Din loved those bites, especially as Luke managed to leave them right at the edge of his kute's turtle neck so that people would see them even when he was fully armored and covered. "The way your hole was clenching down on my cock, the way you were fucking your hips back- fuck, I just couldn't get enough of you. And the way your mind was screaming out to me." Luke took a deep breath, as though remembering that pleasure. "Let me show you."
Oh, kriff. Din loved-hated when Luke did this. But there was nothing to do. He had no defenses against Luke's magic. He could do nothing but take it as Luke projected nothing but pure pleasure and want right into his mind. As though he wasn't already in heat. Din bucked his hips against Luke's hand, but Luke just pulled his hand back and denied Din the pressure he so desperately craved. Then when he returned to Din's cock, it was as though he was even slower than before. Just tauntingly moving his hand up and down Din's length.
"Do you want to know how I felt?" It was a rhetorical question and Din didn't even know if he could do anything but keen and gutterly groan out. Now Luke started to project how good his orgasm felt. How it felt to have that orgasm build up, how close Luke had been- Now Din was right there with him, getting as close as the memory being shared with him. So of course that was when the trap snapped shut. As the memory started to come- Luke reached out quick as a viper to prevent Din.
Din wailed and cried as he felt the memory- as his mind felt the orgasm, but his body was denied it, coiled as tightly as a string. Luke's magic was back in Din's mind restricting his ability to come as the white lace symbolized. Din pounded his fist against the bed at being denied as tears of frustration were squeezed out. Luke laughed, low and dark, as he leaned forward to kiss up those tears. Din knew-! He knew! He was going to suffer, that there was a trap, and yet- and yet!
"Please! Please, Master!" Din didn't even know if he was forming words- he was trying to. He was just rambling as he clawed at the sheets. Fuck! That had felt so incredible in his mind, the pleasure so exquisite yet it had come without any release. Any relief.
"Aw, there there poor baby," Luke teased as he fluttered kisses down Din's cheeks and throat. "I know why you can't come," as though it wasn't that very sadist doing it. He rubbed it in by stroking Din's shaft once more. Din cried out, his cock trapped between feeling neglected and feeling overstimulated. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He just wanted to come! So bad! Din let out a sob as he buried his face against Luke's shoulder, abandoning himself to the man's mercy or lack thereof. "You need your ass now to come."
It might not have been true but Din was beyond caring. He let out only a quiet sigh as Luke pushed a finger in, his own cum serving now as lube. "Hmmm, fuck, do you hear that?" Din did hear that. Heard the wet and lewd sound his hole made being fingered. Din couldn't help but to fuck himself back on that finger. Luke let go of Din's cock -a blessing and a curse- to pin his hips against the bed. "There, there, I know what you need pet. This is what you need," and Luke pressed against Din's prostate, rubbing firmly against the swollen and abused gland.
Din could do nothing but cry some more. Tossing his head side to side as more tears escaped. Luke relished the delicious sight his proud Mandalorian warrior was making. Begging and crying for release. Stripped of all his beskar and pride, his skin almost unscarred, but for the blooming love bites at his neck and the delicate lace binding of his cock that wept with him. "Now darling, isn't this everything you need," and a force was reaching out to touch Din's cock again.
Din knew before he opened his eyes- there was nothing to see. Both of Luke's hands were on him and now he was using his magic to stroke his cock, same as he had used his magic to bind them. Luke, flesh and magic, pressed at his prostate on one side and his cock on the other. Din was- he was beyond close, beyond wanting. Which was why he knew the exact moment that Luke finally released his cock of 'its' cage.
Because that very moment he was coming with a cry. Din wailed out loudly as his cock erupted. It shot with such force that it hit the under side of his chin and painted his pecs and chest. The pleasure whited out Din's vision as all the air was punch out of him. Din panted like a race fathier as pleasure continued to wash over him even as his nerves tingled and buzzed.
The next thing he felt was Luke- Luke in his mind soothing him. The desperation of the heat was being washed away by the soothing pleasure of the orgasm. Then Din felt Luke physically, cleaning him with a warm watch cloth and using his magic to lift him out of the wet spot. It took Din a few moments more to reconnect to his mind and really start seeing and understanding. As though his soul had temporarily left his body. Luke could tell just by how his eyes focused that Din was back. "Was that good pet?"
"Good. So good, Master."
"Excellent. I could feel how much you enjoyed that. You deserved that my good boy. You were so good for me," Luke repeated as he pet down Din's chest. Din didn't just feel content, he felt... pleased. Proud. Proud of being so good for his Master. He could tell how well his body was adapting to his Master's preference, how his hard work with the training was paying off. This time Luke had been able to just slide his cock in and fuck him from the get go. It wouldn't be long until he could truly come from just his ass. Maybe even one day only come from his ass, his cock nothing but decoration for his Master to tease.
Luke was on all four's leaning over him and Din tried not to let his eyes droop, he had rushed to come here faster and was dead tired. Luke trailed his flesh hand down Din's body. Din knew what was coming next and wrapped his hand around Luke's glove. Not to stop him, but just for... comfort. Luke wrapped his hand around the lace covering Din's cock and Din could feel the cage being formed in his mind, locking him away once more from his cock and being able to come for all that it would not be something physical. Not even a little thickness under his kute like if there had been a cage made of metal.
"Now you'll have to come back to me," Luke said as he curled up against Din's chest.
Din hummed in the back of his throat. "I'll always come back to you. To the both of you." Some times it was hard for Din to justify this, justify this time and this pleasure. That he had a duty to the covert, to being beroya above everything else, even himself or his kid. But now- now he had to return. He had no choice. It was after all the one way he could keep functioning. But maybe... maybe one day Luke would have kept breaking Din down until he would want nothing but his Master's pleasure. And through his Master's pleasure, his own. Until Din will want nothing but that all day every day.