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It was hard to sneak out from a temple of people who could sense your emotions and predict what you were going to do. It was harder to do so when it was just a small house offered for their use for the duration of the mission and all those masters and the other padawans there were all alert to possible threats. But the danger was out in the wilds, not here in the city. No, here there was only the usual troubles and nothing unique to threaten them. So he’d managed to bury his intentions, and despite his master’s concern, convince everyone that he was being a good padawan and staying in.
He ducks into the alleyway near the side door of the club marked ‘staff only’. He could see a few of the dancers starting late making their way in. He pauses, looking around and bundling his long robe and boots into his pack. He tucks the pack behind a stack of crates in the alley and takes only his small bag. Another glance around and he slips up to the door waving at the bouncer. It had taken a few tries, but he knew now how to trick them into thinking they’d seen him before and therefore didn’t need to waste time calling someone. This time though, he just knocks some boxes off a dumpster with a small gesture and slips to the door. He presses his palm to the door and with a thought, feels the latch jump against his hand as it unlocks and he moves inside.
A quick stop in a fresher to touch up the thick black liner, bright shadow and lip plumping gloss and he felt mostly ready. He swept his hair back, adjusted his heels and stared at himself. He did like the way he looked, but he really needed to get out of his head more before he’d be comfortable. He runs his hands over the tight leather shorts, straining to keep what little was covered contained. The sleeveless, fishnet top covered nothing and only emphasized his muscles while cheapening his look and the finishing touch for tonight. A thin hot pink leather collar with a small heart-shaped ring. His hands sweep over his ass, up his pecs and tangle into his own hair, messing it up. He’s as ready as he’s going to get. A quick flirt around the bar and he’s sure to find something, just something light to take the edge off and he’ll be able to get his night really started.
He sways his hips as he makes his way out, stashing his bag on his exit route so he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping track of it once he got high or better. Once he finally makes it out into the main room of the club, he takes a moment to appreciate it. Low lights, pulsing neons, music, pounding bass and hot bodies grinding across the dance floor. He can already see a few likely prospects, hot men who didn’t seem too attached to anyone around them. The air filled with the kind of high emotions that only places like this could produce, he already was feeling a bit drunk on it. The light dizzy smile crossed his face as he resumes his walk across the floor, the eyes on him as he moved and the hands that brushed against him only adding to the tipsy feeling, here was good. He was wanted here, desired, he didn’t have to measure up or prove himself or save anyone. He was wanted just as he was and all he had to do was show up, swing his hips, spread his legs and everyone would want to be near him and tell him how good he was. It wasn’t even a hardship most of the time. He didn’t acknowledge the times that it was.
He moves over to the bar, catching the eye of one of the men eyeing the dancers and sliding in next to him. He bats his eyes, and smiles and within minutes, he’s had a few shots bought for him, a small crowd of admirers and getting handed a few unlabeled blue pills. He swallows them down with another shot, tilting his head back and letting the small group stare as he swallows, licking his lips slowly afterwards, let them imagine.
He grins as he presses between two of them with a wink, he can already feel the pills starting to work. He’s energized and buzzing and relishing the attention. He saunters up to one of the free poles and as a new song starts, he throws himself onto it, whirling around and showing off his best assets. One leg comes up to wrap around the pole and he drops backwards, arching his back and letting the his leg take his weight as he studies tonight's admirers. There were a few possibilities that looked delicious. An older human with a touch of grey in his temples. A tall Bothan leering at him from one of the few chairs near the stage, a Chargrin and Zabrak couple in the corner. There were a few others, plenty that he discarded. Too close to his own age, not his type, or features that made him nearly shudder, too close to what he was trying to get away from; A man who looked surprisingly like one of the Jedi masters from the temple. He was close enough that Tyrenic could tell the eyes were the wrong color, but oh he could pretend. He winks at him before spinning and sliding down to better show off his ass. As the song ends and he makes his way off the stage, he’s met by one of the club patrons that he’d skipped over. It wasn’t one of the hot ones, but he wasn’t bad, and he was feeling desperate. He needed to get a cock in his mouth or his ass or something soon before he lost his mind.
The man hands him a shot, Tyrenic looking up at him with hooded eyes and a smirk as he downs the shot and the man winds a hairy arm around his waist, hand resting low on his hip. He leans into the touch, the flirting comes easily to him, responding to the dirty words. When he’s led towards the back of the club, he goes eagerly. As he’s pressed against the wall, the man kissing him, pushing him to his knees, he finally feels that tension from the things he didn’t want to think about fade away. He kneels in the small space that’s left between the wall and the man in front of him and quickly undoes his belt, pulling out the man’s cock. He doesn’t waste any time before diving forward to take him as deep as he can. Neither of them were here for the slow, teasing foreplay. He was here for this. To get used and valued for a couple minutes, to force his brain to stop thinking for a little bit.
He bobs his head rapidly, pressing his tongue flat against the thick cock in his mouth, pulling back to swirl his tongue around the head, before taking him deep again. He relinquishes a little more control as the man gets closer, relaxing his throat and letting the man fuck his mouth. The man thrusts rapidly, his dick hitting the back of Tyrenic’s throat over and over again until he comes with a shudder, holding Tyrenic’s hair tightly and not letting him pull back, forcing him to swallow. Tyrenic would have done that anyways because he knew the guy would like it. He needs this. He needs him to be happy so he’ll tell Tyrenic he was good.
After the man was done, they separated and went their own ways. The man back to the bar and Tyrenic back towards his crowd of admirers.
The stage area with it’s dark hallway nearby reminded him of his last trip out when he’d gathered such a crowd that he’d simply led them into the hall, dropped his shorts and let them take him one after another until he’d been so full, so sore and covered in fluids and bite-marks, that he’d finally felt that he was good for about 5 minutes before it started to wear off. He’d have done it on the stage, in front of the audience, but it wasn’t that kind of club. Those ones he got in way too much trouble to make them worth the trip.
His master had shown up and he’d been hauled off for a shower and about 3 hours of lectures from his master and some of the others who’d joined his masters search for him when they’d noticed the older Jedi leaving in the middle of the night.
But tonight, tonight seemed a different kind of night. Tonight, he had a few offers from various interested men. But the only one that tempted him was the one he’d seen earlier, the one who looked like one of the Jedi masters. Master Eliant had been the focus of more than one fantasy over the time that Tyrenic had known him. His strong features, bright eyes and muscular frame kept Tyrenic’s mind far more occupied then it should as a Jedi padawan. But Master Eliant was a proper Jedi who’d showed no interest in the much younger padawan, at least not that Tyrenic had noticed. So he would just have to settle for his twin with the different eyes. Luckily, this one is much easier, he’d already shown interest when Tyrenic was dancing earlier. A smile and a wink across the room, a quick lick of his lips and the man was making his way through the crowd.
Tyrenic doesn’t even blink when the man arrives, looping an arm around his waist and guiding him to the bar by his hips. He doesn’t blink when the man introduces his friends, the couple he’d noticed earlier. He smiles and flirts and downs the shots. They were older, they knew he was too young for them and it just made Tyrenic hotter. Knowing that they knew and either they didn’t care or they even liked that he was a hot young thing that they could use and share, it sent heat racing through his veins. So when the man offered to take him back to a hotel, to give him another of those little pills that made the worries go away and he only had to focus on getting fucked, as long as his friends came too, Tyrenic readily agreed. Three would be fine, he’d handled more than three before. He smirked as he walked out with them, hands on his hips and ass, barely waiting to get into the halls of the hotel on the way to the room to start to grope him.
It takes only seconds after the door is closed behind them for the three men to grab him. Kissing and running their hands across his skin as the man he’d focused on runs a hand across his jaw and gently grips his chin. “Open up baby boy.’ He grins, the tiny pill Tyrenic had been promised in his fingers. Tyrenic opens his mouth and lets the man put the pill under his tongue where it’d hit his system faster even as he shudders at the wave of heat from the little endearment.
With his own grin he tosses his arms up around the man’s neck, pressing his body against his. “You look just like a master from my apprenticeship.” He presses closer, his lips by the older man’s ear as he whispers “It’s so hot.”
The man’s grin only turns more wicked as he grips Tyrenic’s hair and kisses him, holding him tightly by his hair. “Do you like the idea of someone old enough to be your father, who’s trained you, bending you over and taking you hard? Making you show the slut that you really are?”
Tyrenic just leans into the kiss, only to find his hair pulled, holding him back. “Use your words baby boy.”
Tyrenic whines, “Yes, I like it. I want him to bend me over in front of anyone, everyone as long as I can be fucked hard.”
The man nods approvingly, “I think we can make that happen, don’t you?”
“Yes” gasps Tyrenic, only able to look up at him through hooded eyes.
The man tugs on his hair, “Yes, what?”
Tyrenic knows what he wants to hear, he’d been able to sense it as soon as he mentioned the similarity. Luckily there was more than one organization that used apprenticeships and certain titles were shared to varying degrees and by varying individuals in those professions that indulging his hookup for the night wouldn’t reveal what he was. “Yes master.”
“Good boy” and with that the three men move, quickly tugging off what little Tyrenic was wearing and pushing him back to his knees. Tyrenic can feel the slight tug on his bond with his master, a technique he’d learned to try and locate his wayward padawan. But it didn’t matter. He dives into his task, quickly freeing the three men from their pants and readying them with his hands and mouth for whatever they decided they wanted to do to him that night.
Eventually, between the shots and the drugs, he loses track of who does what and how many times they take him, it all blurs together into a haze, only coalescing into something clear later as the couple lay nearby on the bed, exhausted and done for the night. The man, who’s name Tyrenic still hadn’t gotten, was fucking him hard and fast and it was so good. He tilts his head back into the grip that the man had on his hair, panting heavily and rolling his hips to meet each thrust, his hands tied behind him with what he thinks is a belt.
He can sense some presence outside, approaching, but it’s not important. Not with his partner for the night pressing against his prostate with every thrust and pleasure coursing white-hot through his veins, not when they’re both so close. Tyrenic can’t think can’t form ideas, only begging, a mix of ‘master’ and ‘please’ and ‘harder’, urging the man on until he twists his hand tighter in Tyrenic’s hair and presses deep as he can with a final thrust and he fills Tyrenic’s ass.
The heat, the pull on his hair, it’s the last push that he needs. His eyes are tightly shut as he pants. “yes master, fill me. Master” Finally he bursts all over the sheet beneath him with a final cry of “Eliant”. The man might have rolled his eyes above him, but he can’t tell because as he starts to come down, he notices that the man above him is frozen and the other two are staring at the door. He turns his head, the hand falling from his hair, and freezes himself.
There, staring at them in the open doorway is Master Eliant himself. The older Jedi’s face shutters into an impassive mask. He folds his arms and flicks his eyes to the piles of clothes on the floor. Tyrenic scrambles out from under the man and hurries to start pulling on his clothes. The three men start to say something, arguments, requests for Tyrenic to stay, accusations and defenses to the stranger in their room. But Eliant simply raises a hand for silence, the move unintentionally revealing his saber, the most well known mark of the Jedi. The men fall into silence as Tyrenic yanks on his top and hops a bit on his heels as his shorts catch and tear slightly til they’re barely hanging on.
Eliant shrugs out of his robe and throws it at Tyrenic. “Cover yourself. Follow.” He doesn’t say more, gesturing at Tyrenic to start moving as Tyrenic pulls on the long robe and wraps it tightly around his barely covered form. His face turning a strange purple in his humiliation as he follows the Jedi Master out of the hotel and towards a speeder without a word