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Boba checked that his buir was asleep before hurrying to the hold. The flight to Geonosis took two days, meaning he had little time to explore the jetii. Once he had found out that the man was Stewjoni’ad and had a cunt, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head. He was over 16 and he had still never seen a cunt before. The few trainers on Kamino that had a cunt were old and ugly and he didn't want to see those.
No, this Jetii was pretty. He had coppery hair and smelled like vanilla and spiced tea. His voice rang like musical notes, each sentence a symphony. Boba had been enraptured when he saw him and only wanted him even more when he found out that the man had a cunt. He had always wanted to see one.
The Jetii was laid out on the small bed in the prisoner cell. His eyes were closed but Boba had already memorized the calm sea blue color. The man’s lips were slightly parted as he gently breathed in and out in a steady rhythm. His buir had drugged the Jetii and was keeping him drugged until they reached Geonosis.
Boba reached out to the man’s coppery, metallic hair with trembling fingers and he let out a heavy sigh when he touched the silken strands. The man’s hair was softer than it looked. He brushed the strands away from the man’s face and studied it for a moment, noting how much paler the Jetii looked compared to him. He seemed so soft and delicate, refined, that’s the word his buir would use but not as a compliment. His buir sneered at the mention of Jetii, Boba could only imagine the anger that would overcome his buir if he knew Boba had been fantasizing about fucking the Jetii.
The Jetii wore too many layers in Boba’s opinion and it took longer than he liked to undo the belt, lift the man’s tunics, and pull the man’s leggings and underwear down, revealing a flaccid cock among a tuft of darker copper hair and under it— Boba gasped at his first sight of a cunt.
He lifted the uninteresting cock out of the way and stared in amazement at the cunt, marveling at the dew drops of slick glistening on the folds. The vanilla and spiced tea smell was even stronger there. It piqued his curiosity. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the folds, licking at the wet spot. A slightly salty, but still sweet taste burst on his tongue. He licked at it again and the man’s hips rolled and a bead drop of slick leaked out of his cunt. Boba didn’t hesitate before licking at the drop, finding the taste of the man’s slick strangely thrilling.
More and more slick leaked from the man’s cunt and Boba lapped up every drop like it was the most delicious drink he had ever had— it actually kind of was. He didn’t really have anything to compare it to. It didn’t taste like it smelled but that didn’t detract from it.
The man’s cock hardened in his hand and Boba stared at it, eyes widening. He had never seen another man’s hard cock before. He had thought that they would be uninteresting. He had a cock too but this one looked different than his.
Precum leaked from the tip and Boba ran his thumb over the slit, grinning as the man shuddered and his breath hitched. The Jetii was clearly enjoying this. Boba beamed with pride. He had to be doing well if the Jetii was responding like that.
Boba’s cock twitched in his pants. He was already hard.
Still, the entrance to the man’s cunt looked so small, it didn’t look like a hard cock could fit in there.
Boba pressed the heel of his hand against his erection. His buir had always told him to be patient. He could do that.
Leaning close, Boba dragged his fingers through the slick folds before pressing one inside the man’s entrance.
The Jetii’s mouth fell open and he let out a quiet gasp.
The man’s cunt seemed to suck his finger inside. The wet walls fluttered around it and Boba gasped in pleasant surprise. Suddenly, the hole didn’t seem so small.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between the man’s parted legs. Giddy excitement coursed through his veins. He could scarcely believe he was finally going to fuck a cunt.
Boba pulled out his hard cock and leaned over the man, bracing himself with one hand while with the other he guided his cock to the man's cunt. The man’s entrance quivered around him as he pressed inside.
Oh kriff.
That was incredible. The heat. The muscles. The wet, slick slide of it.
He couldn’t wait.
Boba shoved his cock deep inside that glorious warmth and closed his eyes, groaning in pure delight. It was the best thing he had ever felt. He didn’t want to leave the man’s cunt. He would make copies of it if he could.
He pulled back until only the head was inside before shoving deep again and his eyes rolled back and he fisted the man’s rucked up tunics.
Fucking the man’s cunt was the best decision of his life.
Boba slammed inside that amazing cunt again and again, not even trying to find a rhythm. He simply fucked into the sleeping Jetii.
The man gasped as the cock entered him, hips rolling into the thrusts, like the Jetii, even while sleeping, wanted to be fucked. Boba was not going to deny the sleeping man’s wishes. He grabbed the man’s cock and fisted it, jerking him off in time with the thrusts. The man panted with great heaving breaths.
Tension curled tight in Boba’s belly. His balls drew up. He quickened his pace, feeling an itch crawling down his spine. His orgasm was nearing.
His hips snapped forward violently and he slammed his cock into the jetii. The man’s cock pulsed twice in his hand as it came, sending thick ropes of cum onto the man’s belly. The walls of his cunt squeezed him. Boba’s eyes crossed at the sudden tightness. He buried his cock deep in the man and came, spilling his cum into that slick cunt. His hips stuttered as his cock pulsed.
Boba panted above him, trying to catch his breath. He kept his cock inside that heat, unwilling to leave it just yet.
His cock twitched in the man’s cunt. A strange sensation settled inside him, urging him to fill the Jetii even more, to mark him and claim him.
Boba bit at his bottom lip. His buir had taught him to listen to his instincts and his instincts were saying he should release inside the Jetii and piss in that amazing cunt, mark it as his cunt so that no one else would think about fucking it. Buir had always said his instincts would lead him true and if his instincts said he needed to piss in the cunt, well, his buir wasn’t often wrong.
It took a moment to relax and focus on the proper muscles, his body was still too wound up. He finally managed it and a sweet relaxing feeling came over him as he washed the Jetii’s cunt with his piss, marking him. Boba’s face went slack and he groaned, head falling back. He pissed until his body said that was enough, that the Jetii was his and he stopped.
Pissing into that wet warmth felt amazing. He didn’t want to use the toilet ever again. If he needed to piss he wanted to bend the jetii over and piss in the man’s cunt.
Boba sat back on his haunches, feeling proud of himself for obeying his buir and claiming the Jetii’s cunt. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stared at the mess he made of the Jetii and grinned. The Jetii looked even more beautiful like this.
“Did you just piss in the Jetii’s cunt?” A deep, amused voice asked.
Boba jolted, startled.
“Buir!”
His buir was leaning against the wall and he smirked at him from the hallway.
“Bob’ika, did you piss in the jetii’s cunt?” His buir asked again.
Boba sighed and nodded.
“Yes, buir.”
His buir chuckled and shook his head, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“How did his cunt feel?” He asked, stepping into the cell. He ran the pad of his finger over the man’s lips. They looked even redder than before.
“Amazing,” Boba said, smiling big. He pulled out of the man’s cunt and to his surprise, only a little cum leaked out. He had thought he had shot a big load into him, surely there would be more than that but Boba had the disappointing feeling that he only came as much as he did when he masturbated. That sucked. He liked the idea of the jetii’s belly round from being so full of cum.
“I probably should’ve warned you about the Taung instincts to piss and mark your mate,” His buir said before shrugging. “Make sure the next person you have sex with that you warn them that there’s a chance you’ll piss.”
“What about the Jetii?” Boba asked. He had pissed in the Jetii.
“The Jetii deserves whatever you gave him…” His buir chuckled before his grin turned into a bone-chilling smirk, “And he deserves more. Help me hold his head up.”
Boba tucked his cock back into his pants and he crawled to the other side of the bed, straddling the Jetii’s chest. He cupped the back of the Jetii’s head and held it up.
“Stroke his throat like this,” His buir said, running his hand up and down the man’s throat.
Boba copied the motion.
His buir pulled his cock and pressed the soft flesh to the Jetii’s open mouth. His buir let out a sigh and Boba watched as his buir pissed into the jetii’s mouth.
The acrid piss disappeared down the man’s throat. Boba felt the man swallow underneath his hand. He laughed at the absurdity of a refined, pretty Jetii swallowing piss but it made something sharp twist in his belly and his cock twitched in interest. His buir kept going for a long time, peeing down the man’s throat with a joyful look on his face, until finally he groaned and stepped back and slipped his cock back into his pants.
His buir rubbed the man’s belly, avoiding the stripes of drying cum.
“You’re going to smell like us for a while, Jetii,” His buir grinned proudly. He looked at Boba. “Pissing in your mate’s cunt or ass is good and the smell will stay there for a month or a little longer but if someone drinks your piss the smell lingers for at least a year and sometimes even longer. Everyone knows that that person belongs to you and that they drank your piss.”
“Can I piss in his mouth?” Boba asked eagerly, eyes wide.
“Sure,” His buir said. He put his hand on the man’s throat and the back of his head, holding him up for Boba.
An excited thrill ran down Boba’s spine. His hands shook when he pulled out his half-hard cock. Seeing the Jetii like this and how well the Jetii was taking everything was turning him on.
Boba sat up and held his cock a few inches from the man’s mouth, eager to see the stream and know exactly what the man was swallowing. The first splash of it hit the man’s lower lip and dripped down into the man's beard. His buir chuckled and Boba quickly corrected his aim. Unlike pissing into the man’s cunt, which was instinctual, doing it like this made Boba want to keep pissing until he had nothing left.
His buir, patient as ever, held the man’s head up while Boba emptied himself. Once he finished, he was feeling a little impish and Boba rubbed his cock on the inside of the man’s cheeks, wiping off the tip and simply spreading the scent everywhere.
Their Jetii was going to smell like them by the time they were through. It was going to be great.
“Have you played with his ass yet?” His buir asked.
Boba shook his head. He had never considered playing with someone’s ass before.
His buir grinned, the same one that he wore whenever he got to show Boba something new.
“Strip him completely and I’ll show you how to prep someone’s ass so you can fuck them,” His buir said.
“Yes, buir,” Boba said, nodding, excited at the chance to learn from his buir. He could sit listening for hours as his buir taught him.
Boba removed the jetii’s clothes and threw them into the corner without care.
The man was pale all over and had little white scars dotting his body. Boba’s buir had shown him how to identify different scars and their sources. He traced his fingers over the numerous blaster burns and electroprod marks. He never would’ve thought a refined, pretty Jetii would look like that under all those bulky layers. His heart clenched at the sight.
His Jetii needed someone to take care of him. He was too pretty to be so scarred.
“Kriff,” His buir cursed in a low voice. He brushed the Jetii’s coppery hair from the back of his neck and sucked in a hard breath. “What the fuck have you been through?”
“Huh?” Boba asked, trying to see what his buir saw.
“Here and here,” His buir slid his fingers along two fine white lines on the man’s neck, “Those are the markings of a slave collar, one with an explosive judging by those,” He pointed at three pale, white dots in a triangle right under the jetii’s hairline. “This man’s been somewhere where even his life didn’t have value. I would almost wager that they didn’t feed him. He was probably your age, maybe a few years younger.”
It amazed Boba that his buir knew so much about a person just by looking at their skin. He could tell what kind of life someone lived so easily.
“What about this one?” Boba asked, indicating a blaster burn.
His buir sighed, looked at him with a fond smile, and nodded.
“Sit down and I’ll point out the scars.”
His buir moved the man’s legs and sat down and Boba shifted and sat near the man’s head. He lifted it and set it in his lap. Well, the man was his jetii. He brushed his fingers idly through the man’s hair and it soothed something inside him.
A thought flashed through his mind, they could watch over the Jetii, but then his buir started speaking and Boba turned his attention to learning. Knowing scars and all about a person’s life helped when tracking a person down, at least that’s what his buir said.
“These are blaster burns, you’ve seen them before, he was in some heavy fighting but the age of them puts them within a few years of the slave collar. He could’ve been in a slave revolt.” His buir scowled and he grumbled, “The Jetiise need to take care of their ad.”
“We could take care of him,” Boba said, seeing his chance to bring up his idea. He grabbed his buir’s larger hand and squeezed, trying to give him his best innocent face that had worked well when he was little.
“Boba,” His buir scowled at him. “We don’t even like Jetii, why would we take care of one?”
“Think about it, please?” Boba said.
His buir rolled his eyes but nodded so Boba counted that as a win.
“This one is from an electroprod, note the way the scar spreads like a lightning strike but only a few inches, that means they had it on a low setting. The person was torturing him,” His buir took a deep breath and shook his head. His long fingers traced over a burn mark on the man’s side. “This is from a…” His buir shook his head again. “It’s a lightsaber burn and it’s around the same time as the slave collar and the blaster burns.” His buir let out a low growl. “Did the Jetiise even care that their ad was in trouble and it seems he was in constant danger?”
Boba squeezed his buir’s hand in reassurance. His buir always hated seeing ad in danger. He protected a young, short braided Jetii’ad once before throwing them at the Jetii’buir and snarling at them for leaving the ad alone in the lower levels of Coruscant and storming off in a rage.
“Maybe you had a good idea, Bob’ika,” His buir said softly before shaking his head.
Boba beamed in response. He would take the compliment.
They rolled the jetii onto his back and his buir hissed. He got up and paced, speaking lowly in Mando’a. He growled in frustration.
“Buir?” Boba asked, puzzled.
“Why do you want to keep him?” His buir asked.
Knowing his buir appreciated a well thought out answer, Boba took a second before responding.
“You said that Taung mark their mates and he drank from both of us and I marked his cunt. That means he’s our mate. We should take care of him.”
“It’s that simple?” His buir asked, brow raised. His lips curled up at the corners in the hint of a smile.
Boba nodded.
“I followed my instincts like you told me to and my instincts said I should piss in him so I did.”
“And what do your instincts tell you right now?” His buir asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Boba nodded and focused on what his gut was telling him.
“That he’s our mate and he’s never been properly taken care of and he needs someone, like us, to take care of him.”
His buir sighed.
“It’s going to take a lot of work.”
“But it will mean we can keep our mate?” Boba asked, looking down at the sleeping jetii. He looked so peaceful and trusting. He had responded so well to Boba fucking him. He had drank their piss.
“Yes,” His buir chuckled, “We can keep him but you’re going to have to help me.”
“I will, buir, I promise,” Boba stated, practically shaking in his seat. He was going to keep the jetii.
His buir swiped his fingers over the jetii’s lips.
“I’ve heard that Taung piss can be addictive for their mates.”
Boba's brow furrowed as he considered that.
“So that means he needs to keep drinking from us and he’ll eventually need it?” Boba asked, cock twitching.
“Anytime we’ll need to piss he’ll get down on his knees and drink it,” His buir grinned. He looked at the man’s ass and tapped it a few times. “Now, I promised you I’d show you how to prepare someone’s ass. Watch closely, you need to use plenty of lube.”
Boba sat up and paid careful attention, noting how his buir described how the jetii’s ass slowly loosened and how it felt. He added another finger and using the hand not inside the jetii’s ass, he demonstrated the motions he was using to stretch the muscles. Boba copied him and buir nodded in approval.
The jetii shifted and groaned and they both stopped and looked at his face. Something twisted in Boba’s belly, hoping that the jetii would open his eyes and stare wistfully up at them, his mate already so happy. Buir stilled, like a predator waiting for his prey. The jetii settled again, ass pressing into his buir’s fingers.
“Now, some people have a prostate and you can massage it,” His buir’s expression twisted as his fingers rubbed around inside the jetii but then the jetii jerked. “Found it.” His buir grinned and repeated the motion and the jetii jerked again. “Some people can orgasm from having it massaged. I think our mate is one of them.”
Eventually, his buir pressed three fingers inside the jetii’s ass and Boba marveled at how they sank inside like there was no resistance. Surely, that meant that their mate wanted them just as much as they wanted him. Again, his buir showed him how to spread the muscles and coax them to relax.
“He’s ready,” His buir said, nodding once.
“Are you going to fuck him?” Boba asked. He pressed the palm of his hand to his cock, half-hard from listening to the jetii let out little whines of pleasure.
“You want to watch me fuck our new mate?” His buir asked, brow raised incredulously.
“I already fucked his cunt and it seems fair you get to fuck his ass,” Boba said.
“I never would’ve wanted to watch Jaster fuck someone,” His buir said, shaking his head. He let out a quiet snort.
His buir pulled out his hard cock and Boba couldn’t help but notice how much bigger it was than his. Someday he would have a cock that big. He could only imagine how good his mate would feel around him then.
Biting at his bottom lip, his buir slid inside the jetii, going all the way to the hilt before pulling back and pressing in slowly. His buir let out a soft sigh as he fucked into the jetii’s ass, like he was content to go slow. Boba couldn’t understand why his buir was going to slow. He figured that maybe the jetii’s ass didn’t feel as good as his cunt but then why would his buir have such a look of concentration.
Suddenly, his buir snapped his hips, burying his cock hard and fast into the jetii’s ass.
The jetii gave a loud moan and his hips rocked back.
“There you go, that’s how you like it, jet’ika,” His buir said, repeating the hard thrust and earning the same reaction.
Boba’s cock hardened and he fisted himself over his leggings.
“Fuck his mouth,” His buir growled, eyes half-lidded.
“What?” Boba paused.
“Fuck his mouth but watch out for his teeth, trust me it’ll feel good and we’ll get our cum and scent in all his holes. Everyone would know he is ours.”
That made sense.
Boba pulled out his hard cock and slid it inside the jetii’s open mouth. It took some adjusting but he found an angle where the teeth didn’t touch him. His buir’s hard thrusts pushed the jetii onto his cock so Boba cupped the back of the man’s head and rocked into the jetii’s mouth. The wet slide of the man’s tongue had Boba groaning. Electricity shot through his veins.
The jetii belonged in this position, between his two mates. They would take care of him. Their mate would never earn another scar. He would be treated well. Boba was sure of it.
His orgasm came fast and Boba tried to hold back to match his buir but his buir shook his head and told him to finish. Boba didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned back and spilled inside his mate’s mouth. After the rush of pleasure, his instincts urged him to piss in his mate’s mouth and claim him again. Boba nodded and relaxed his muscles, surprised when a little came out.
“I thought I had finished?” He asked.
“We’re Taung, we can always mark our mates. If our bladder is empty it pulls straight from the glands and that makes it potent. That will likely linger in him for over a year, maybe a couple of years.”
The jetii groaned and his back arched.
“Oh kriff,” His buir grunted. He let out a rough moan and his hips jerked. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against the back of their mate’s neck. A strong musky odor filled the area. His buir chuckled. “Guess he’s ours.”
Obi-Wan’s muscles, really his whole body, ached as he woke up. He was laying on a soft mattress and his hands were bound in force suppressing cuffs in front of him. His legs were bound together. He was naked. His head pounded. There was a strange, unfamiliar taste in his mouth. He attributed that to whatever drug Fett had given him. He was sticky between his legs and he really hoped that didn’t mean what he thought it meant.
The world swam a little as he opened his eyes. It certainly didn’t help that he couldn’t orient himself with the force.
He heard voices through the open door. Finally his vision settled and he saw Boba.
“Buir, our jet’ika is awake,” Boba yelled.
“Is he thirsty?” Fett called, voice deeper than his son’s.
“Are you thirsty, cyare?” Boba asked.
Obi-Wan nodded. Though, them calling him cyare was throwing him off. That meant beloved in Mando’a and he certainly didn’t know either of them well enough to warrant that sort of endearment.
“Here, give him this,” Fett said, stepping in view of the door.
He gave Boba a bottle filled with pale yellow liquid.
Obi-Wan sighed, missing the crystal clear water in the Temple. Over the years, he’s had green water, orange water, and purple water. Yellow water wasn’t any different from those as far as he was concerned. Besides, it likely didn’t contain any poison. No, Fett could’ve simply killed him instead of drugging him. Fett needed him for something, probably a bounty.
Boba lifted his head and shoulders and sat behind him and had Obi-Wan lean against his chest.
Obi-Wan felt like he was at a distinct disadvantage even without the two in armor. He was bound and naked and without the force. He had to placate them.
Boba opened the bottle and there was a slight bitter smell to the water but nothing that rang any alarms. Some electrolyte powders smelled, especially the cheap kinds. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. Boba tipped the bottle against his lips and poured the water into his mouth, treating Obi-Wan far more gently than Obi-Wan had expected.
Obi-Wan swallowed the water, grateful for the chance to wet his dry throat. There was a slightly odd taste which he ascribed to the electrolyte mix once again. Really, Fett should’ve earned enough money to buy better mixes but perhaps this was the type he used for his bounties.
He didn’t miss the way Fett’s lips curled up slowly in a smirk as Obi-Wan drank, nor the way Boba’s eyes gleamed.
Obi-Wan finished the bottle and sighed as the last of it went down his parched throat.
“Thank you, my dears,” He said.
Fett sat on the bed in front of him. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over Obi-Wan’s lower lip. Obi-Wan stilled at the inexplicable touch.
“You’re welcome, cyare.”