Becoming a Jedi: Patience and Pleasure

A Jedi and a Sith swap apprentices, teaching them the ways of the Force with rather … unusual methods.

This story has two parts, a Sith and a Jedi version. The former contains CBT, while the later is more focused on edging and orgasm denial. Though they both take place simultaneously, I’d recommend reading the Sith one first.

***This chapter only mentions cbt a few times, but its connected to another story, so I thought I'd also post it.***

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***A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....***



Mira’s crimson blade cut down the Republic squad without mercy. Three of them fell in various states of dismemberment before the troopers could even manage to get a shot off. The Sith’s quick, frenzied movements were hard to keep track of, dancing through them until only one remained. She could sense the fear radiating off the armored soldier as she drove her blade through their chest and the wall behind them. They went down so fast, in fact, the Mira was left unsatisfied with the ease of the fight. As usual, she took out this frustration on her apprentice.



“Keep up, Barik! I’ll drag you through this ship by the balls if I have to! Don’t make me crush them again!”



The younger Mirialan apprentice stumbled as he fought to keep up with his master. Mira sprinted through the hallways, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. Combat was a lot more exhausting than Barik would’ve thought. Despite his rigorous training and his master’s threats, he could barely match her speed or ferocity. A true Sith needed both of these things, something she made sure to remind him of.



“The battle is nearly over and you’ve done nothing!” Mira yelled back at her apprentice as they came to an intersection in the corridor. The pair of Jedi had come this way, retreating like the cowards they were. The Sith soldiers were still working their way through the ship, finishing off the last of the crew. All that remained now was the Jedi.



“I’m trying, master! There’s just so many of them.” Barik couldn’t bear to look her in the eye as he asked for her forgiveness. 



The Zygerrian scowled down at him, then turned to survey the two splitting hallways. Where they led, she didn’t know, but she figured one went to the bridge. Opening her mind to the Force, she could sense that the pair had split up, for unknown reason. The one that went left had a calm, composed mind that she could barely read. No doubt this was the master of the two. That meant that the padawan went right. Yes, she could clearly sense him, a mixture of anxiety, hope, and … horniness?



Barik stood by silently as his master contemplated something. He didn’t dare ask what, he’d long since learned not to speak out of turn.



“The Jedi split up,” Mira pointed to the Mirialan, “so we will as well. Don’t disappoint me, apprentice.”



“I won’t, master. I’ll defeat the Jedi and prove my skill.” 



Barik usually avoided meeting his master’s gaze, so she had to grab his face and force him to look at her. Yellow eyes bored into his skull, the controlled anger behind them making his heart skip a beat.



“You better not, Barik. We don’t have time, so let me make this very simple for you. You have two objectives: capture or kill the Jedi, and secure this ship’s databanks. Fail to do the former, and I’ll pop this nut.” Leaning in to whisper in his ear, she pressed her deactivated saber against his crotch. The still warm end of the hilt jabbed into his left bollock, emphasising that she wasn’t making empty threats. “Fail to do the latter, and I’ll pop *this* nut.”



The male’s voice caught in his throat as righty was pushed up against his thigh. “B-b-but … I won’t be able to do both by myself, master.”



“Then you better decide which ball you want to keep more.”



Left to think his choice over, it took him a minute to begin running. Thoughts of fleeing and abandoning the Sith order crossed his mind, only to be pushed away. The last time Barik had tried to sneak away from his master, he’d needed to submerge his balls in bacta for a whole week to make them stop hurting. His only option was to see this through, and hope Mira would feel merciful. He didn’t even know what was so important about the ship’s computers. Whatever information they contained surely couldn’t have been worth losing a testicle over. 



The door at the end of the passage was locked shut, forcing Barik to waste precious time cutting his way through. It was only when he stepped through the hole he made that he realized he had come to the ship’s bridge. A robed Togruta stood at the main control console, her back to him. After hastily pushing a few buttons, she drew her saber and slashed at the controls. She barely had time to turn around and block the Sith’s attack.



“No! You’ll pay for that, Jedi!” Barik roared as he wildly swung at the red woman. He could already feel his right ball being ground to dust beneath his master’s heel. All he could hope to do now was save its twin.



“By the Force, you’re terrified.” Easily blocking his clumsy attacks, Anya’s eyes widened at the fear and desperation radiating off the young Sith warrior. But he wasn’t scared of *her*, no, she sensed that his fear was focused on someone else, on something between his legs. She saw it then. His hate of the Jedi, of failing his master, of having balls, she sensed it all.



A massive overhead swing met only air as Anya sidestepped the crimson blade. A follow-up shove knocked the green male to the ground. He quickly made to get up, only to find her saber pointed at his throat.



“Stop!” Anya ordered, her tone an odd mixture of authority and calmness. “You don’t have to do this. We don’t need to fight.”



Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. His fists were clenched so hard his hands were shaking. The voice that came out of his mouth was so desperate it sounded like he was about to cry. “I don’t have a choice! I will destroy every single last one of you pathetic Jedi!”



Filled with pity, Anya withdrew her saber to her side, “Those aren’t your words, it’s what your master taught you to say. You were forced to become a Sith, I can feel the conflict in you. Surrender, please. Your master can’t hurt you now. Don’t be controlled by your fear.”



These words had a better effect, if his softening expression was any indication. Hoping to gain his trust, Anya let her guard down. A red hand reached out to him, offering to help him up. He stared at it, shaking his head, “My master ordered me to destroy you, I have to do this … I’m sorry.”



“I’ve never heard a Sith apologize to an enemy before.”



His green face flushed red, her statement apparently taken as an insult. With a snarl like a wild animal, his lightsaber swung upward. The Jedi stumbled back with a gasp, letting Barik sit up. He planted his feet, ready to leap up and finish her off, when his eyes fell to her chest.



The most perfectly suckable, beautiful breast he’d ever seen bounced free from the shallow cut the blade had made. The way the red tit jiggled as Anya caught her balance was breathtaking. Even as she stood back up straight, it continued to shake for a second, taking its time to come to rest.



Likewise, the tent in the Mirialan’s pants caught her eye. It only took a single glance to tell that he hadn’t had a satisfying release in months, if not years. The green cock pushed against the fabric so hard she could even clearly see the outline of the head. It was this that made her realize what he was truly afraid of. The poor guy was terrified of not getting a proper orgasm before his master broke his balls. A rather simple and straightforward fear, but one Anya was uniquely qualified to address.



“I see, you’re not being controlled by your mind. You're being controlled by your body.” Barik’s eyes were so focused on her blue nipple that he didn’t even notice her walking toward him. “I can help you, you don’t have to continue down this path. I know you’re afraid, but I can teach you how to overcome your desires. I can … give you the release you seek.”



“W-what?” 



The Togruta answered by gently grabbing his hand. His grip loosened, allowing his saber to fall to the floor. The hard metal hilt was soon replaced by her soft, red boob. The wonderful sensation made his dick throb so hard his entire body seemed to twitch with it. Unsurprisingly, he immediately tried to squeeze and grope her tit, but her own hand stopped him. Anger at this denial briefly flashed in his face, his lust getting the better of him. He truly had much to learn.



Her other hand immediately moved to his forehead, and a second later he went limp.



“You’re free now,” she sighed as she turned to the nearby escape pod. She allowed his face to press against her exposed tit while she carried him across the room. As the pod ejected from the ship, she gently set him down and moved to pull down his pants. A bright green cock and balls flopped out. They were so pent up and denied that the veins looked ready to burst. A few gropes and a quick precum taste test confirmed her suspicions: his master had never given him a proper orgasm. The bruising on his balls also told her that they’d been subjected to a thorough beating the day before.



“Oh, you poor thing,” she said to his penis, “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands now.”




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*… Six Days Later …*



“Are you sure this is a good idea, Master Anya? He’s still a Sith after all, he could be dangerous.”



The blue-skinned Mikkian looked at her friend uneasily, her long head-tails flowing in the still air. The other Jedi assured her it was perfectly safe, though she dodged around the question about what she planned to do with the prisoner. Turning down the offer to help her interrogate Barik, Anya pulled her fellow master in for a kiss. Despite leading the embrace, she kept her hands on the Mikkian’s hips.



“Just please contact me if he tries anything.”



“I’m fine, Saje, you worry too much. I will convert him, he just needs time,” Anya smiled as her friend patted her butt reassuringly. They exchanged the traditional Togruta farewell again, this time it was Anya’s turn to grope and squeeze.



The Sith was lying on a large bed, in the center of the room. She gave a polite nod as she spoke, “Hello Barik, how are you feeling today?”



Barik suddenly went stiff when she entered the room. She decided not to comment on the fact that he’d obviously been trying to break free of his restraints. The naked green male shot daggers into her with his eyes as she sat down on the edge of the comfy bed.



“Understand, I don’t wish to restrain you, but I don’t trust you to not run away yet.”



“What’s happening? Where are my clothes?” Barik questioned, trying and failing to cross his legs.



“Nevermind them. I ask again: how are you feeling?”



She’d asked this question every day for the last week. On the first day he just spat at her, and on the second he just mumbled under his breath. By the third, Anya’s motherly demeanor started to have an effect, and he started actually answering her. At first, he felt angry, sad, and alone. Gradually, he dropped the first two emotions. She tried to help with the third, but he kept pushing her away.



It wasn’t for a lack of trying that she failed to comfort him. The High Council had wanted to throw him in a cell, but she fought to give him a nice private room in the temple. *Her* room, in fact. The other Jedi were aghast at the mere suggestion, but they respected her wisdom enough to grant her request. The hospitality he was given was downright inconceivable to the Sith. Though he wasn’t allowed outside the room, he’d thus far been treated well by his captors. She’d spent most of the week with him, trying to talk with him. 



It was as much for her benefit as his. All contact with Jaen had been lost since the battle. She hoped he was doing alright. Republic spies were searching everywhere for him, but they’d yet to find any information as to his whereabouts. The nights were lonely without her apprentice.



After six days of failure, Anya moved to the next step of her plan early. This morning, Barik awoke tied to the bed, in the nude. Understandably, he panicked. His master had woken him up like this before, when she felt that he had been “misbehaving.”



Unwilling to look her in the eye, in fear that he’d anger her, he spoke to the ceiling.

“You already know the answer to that.”



“Alone?” Anya asked. He nodded. “I see. I want to try something new today, Barik. I understand that my views on the Jedi code are a bit … unorthodox. I find that my fellow Jedi focus too much on the mind. Yes, we are more than these crude physical bodies, but we inhabit said bodies nonetheless. To ignore the physical reality of life is, in my opinion, shortsighted. Almost every Jedi that has abandoned Order has done so because they were never taught how to handle their physical existence.”



“I don’t care.”



Anya looked down at the Mirialan with a sigh. After a brief pause, she reached down to her belt, casually unbuckling it before continuing, “What I mean is that I understand what you seek. It is something all beings seek: pleasure. It is nothing to be ashamed of, but it is also not something you should let drive you. Countless people have destroyed their lives in pursuit of short term happiness, rather it be greed,  gluttony, or revenge … or lust.”



That last word made the male flinch in surprise. He flinched again when he finally looked back at her. Having stripped off most of her robes, the Togruta sat topless by his side. Despite her age, her red skin was flawless in its beauty. Her bare breasts, the image of which had never left his mind, were in full display. Letting him take in the view, she placed a hand on his thigh.



“I was the same at your age, as was my padawan, Jaen. I understand the struggle you're going through, and I want to help.” Her hand slid down to cup his green balls, weighing them. The staring contest he was having with her nipples was violently broken. His entire body tensed up at her touch, reflexively preparing for the incoming flood of pain. The fear in his eyes made her heart melt. 



“It’s okay, Barik, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, your jewels are safe with me.” Anya proved this promise by gently rolling his nuts in her hand, caressing them as if they were the most important thing in the universe. Simultaneously, she leaned down, bringing her boobs closer to his face. With the most subtle sway of her shoulders, she shook them back and forth. His eyes shot back and forth between his sack and her chest. It still took a while for him to relax again, but she was patient. When he finally settled down, she was delighted to see him lay back into the bed. For once, perhaps for the first time in years, he was calm. He had no idea what was going on, but he wasn’t about to stop it.



“I want to save you from this destructive path you’ve been set on. I want you to be free of these burdens and, perhaps, even converted into the Jedi Order. Now, I understand you know nothing else, and I know what it is you seek. I’ll give you what you so desperately crave, and in exchange, you must agree to listen to me. For one week, I would take you as my padawan and teach you the ways of the Jedi. If, by then, you still wish, I will release you. You can stay with us, and become a true guardian of the Republic. Or … or you can return back to the Sith, if you wish. Or you can simply leave and start a new life somewhere far away. It’s your choice to make.”



A reluctant smile played on his lips as she moved to kneel on the opposite end of the bed. While her left hand continued with its testicular massage, her right gripped his shaft. Her stroking, while slow, was practiced and precise. The copious amount of precum oozing from the tip helped lube up the green member. It was clear from his squirming and reluctant moans that this was the first time he’d ever gotten a real, caring handjob. 



“I want to help you, Barik. I want to help you gain control over your physical desires and move past them. I realize, however, that this will take time. A great Jedi once told me: ‘A great leap forward often requires first taking two steps back.’ That is why I’m going to let you give in to your desires, for now. This will be easier for both of us if we start from a … fresh slate.”



As good as her hand felt, her mouth was even better. Her blue lips wrapped around him snuggly, taking him to the hilt. The sensation was unlike anything Barik had ever experienced. She expertly bobbed up and down, circling her tongue around the head.

The idea of his genitals bringing him joy, rather than pain, was hard for him to understand. His master had always promised that one day he’d earn the right to such wonderful pleasure. He’d worked and fought and struggled for so long to get it, and now this Jedi was giving it to him freely. It was incredible, and he wanted more. The bed shook as he struggled against his bonds, trying to push her down deeper on his cock. The satisfied expression her tongue brought turned to anger at her being denied having control. For years, the idea of getting to face-fuck his master into submission had been a secret fantasy of his. All this pent-up horniness was too much for him, he needed release *now*.



“Untie me!”



Having anticipated and planned for this, Anya calmly stopped her blowjob halfway down his length. Jaen had tried to do the same thing the first time she’d sucked him off. She had reprimanded her padawan by not doing it again for a month, but this wouldn’t work on Barik. For her plan to work, she had to be more lenient.



“No,” she said firmly, popping his cock from her mouth. His desperate shaking increased.



“Don’t stop! I need to cum! Please!”



Allowing him to awkwardly try and thrust his shaft against her lips, Anya shifted her attention to his balls. She took each one into her mouth, tenderly kissing and sucking them between sentences. “No, Barik. You’re going to lie there and relax. You don’t *need* this, you just *want* it. I will give you the relief you seek, but only if you *let* me, not *force* me. ”



Ignoring his pleading and giving his right ball a smooch, she returned to his throbbing erection. After *slowly* sliding her tongue up it, the Togruta sat up and cupped her tits in both hands. The sight and feel of her soft flesh wrapping around his cock was too much for him. Cum was shooting everywhere after only the fourth pump. Her red boobs, contrasting exquisitely with his green skin, were completely coated in sticky semen. As was her lips, and the left side of her face. Having never known such pleasure, his brain almost shut down from sensory overload. Somehow, being painted with his seed made her even more pretty. It was a sight he’d never, ever forget. 



For the next few minutes, Anya continued to silently pleasure him with her chest. Rubbing each tit up and down his dick in opposite directions, she dragged his orgasmic bliss out for as long as she could. The wet squelching sounds of the cum mixed with his incoherent moans, filling the room a beautiful symphony of pleasure. At last, he finally stopped shaking and collapsed into the mattress. For the first time in years, he was truly happy.



She spoke in the same soothing voice, unbothered by the semen staining her body. “Do you feel better now?”



By the Force, his balls felt a hundred pounds lighter. His master had brought him to orgasm a handful of times before, but they were always ruined, unsatisfying, and often accompanied by pain. Was this what being a Jedi entailed? Was this “Jaen” getting to blow his load all over her every single day? Lucky bastard, why did he get to experience this and Barik didn’t? 



“Do … do it again,” Barik pleaded in as firm a tone as he could manage.



“Patience.” He could feel her breath against his cockhead. That he was still hard and throbbing proved how pent-up he was.



“Keep going!”



The woman just stared at him, breasts still wrapped around his length. Giving a little whine, he tried to thrust between them, wanting to seem them bounce up and down again. This desperation boiled over into anger when she leaned back, freeing his cock from her bosom.



“What are you doing? Keep sucking it!” The bonds holding him down audibly strained as he started to flail around. The last five minutes had been the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced. He *had* to cum again, he needed to feel that pleasure more. How dare she deny him that! To get his hopes up just to crush them back down was beyond evil. “I said suck my dick, you bitch! You can’t stop! Just one more time, please!”



As the younger man yelled and commanded for her to get him off again, Anya calmly got up. Taking her time, she dropped her robes and walked around the bed to stand next to his head. Cum dropped off her, splattering against the floor as she looked down at him. His eyes were locked to her pussy. Jaen used to look at it the same way, with an intense, lustful pleading. It had taken many months of seeing, tasting and being inside it for him to stop. She had never been so proud of him that first time she had disrobed and she found him looking away. Right now, though, it was clear that Barik would take far, far longer to train.



“Do you want me to beg?” Apparently realizing that yelling at her wasn’t the right move, the Sith switched tactics. Looking like he was about to cry, he pleaded for her to blow him again. She didn’t even need to finish him off this time, he swore. All he needed was to feel her mouth around him for a little while longer. “*Please*, it feels so good, just one more time! I’ll stop trying to escape, just one more time! I need-“



The Torguta’s ass being planted on his face silenced him. With his pillow on one side, and her red cheeks on the other, Barik was trapped in crushing softness. The scent of her cunt was overwhelming, and he immediately gave into his lustful desires and tasted it. Awkwardly lapping at it like a hungry Corellian hound, he had no technique to speak off. Anya hadn’t expected much, but he was even worse at oral than she’d have thought. She figured his master would have made him eat her out a lot, but apparently she denied him even that. He did have a somewhat general idea of what to do, at least. Still, it was clear he was less interested in pleasing her as he was in just tasting and exploring her.



Allowing him to enjoy her pussy for a while, she began her lecture anew. Leaning forward, she pulled her snatch just out of reach of his tongue, holding it steady right in front of his eyes. “As I was saying before: you only *want* this, you don’t need it. These urges are not evil, they’re natural. Everyone feels them, but overcoming them requires *patience*. Once you’ve freed yourself from being controlled by your emotions, you’ll find true peace.”



Sitting back down on his face before he could respond, Anya leaned forward to examine his cock. One hand gripped the base, while the other cupped his sack, fingers tapping against the swollen orbs. Brushing her lips against the tip, she continued, barely reacting as he began licking her again. “Now, I will make you a deal: I will allow you to finish again, but only if you bring me to orgasm first.”



These words must’ve ignited a fire in Barik, as his tongue began to dance across her clit with even greater passion. He still wasn’t great at it, but at least he was actually trying now. It took nearly half an hour before he managed to make her cum. She lightly guided him, with both reward and punishment. Encouraging a slower speed and more gentle touch, her ass wiggled against his face when he did a good job. If he got too fast, or tried to thrust into her hand, she’d pull away. When he finally brought her to climax, she barely reacted. Only a soft sigh and a tighter squeeze from her thighs signaled that his half of the deal was over.



Though loving the taste of her pussy juices that were smeared all over his face, Barik was getting impatient again. The moment her orgasm was over, he tried to command her to suck his cock again. He only managed to get one word out before she pressed her cunt against his open mouth again. Unable to speak or even close his mouth, he lifted his hips, trying to remind her of their deal.



A second later, his cock was once again enveloped in wet, wonderful pleasure. Ever so slowly, she swallowed his length, teasing the tip with a flick of her tongue. Hot, sticky cum erupted down her throat as she reached the halfway point. Despite his earlier orgasm, his balls still had a lot left to give. Unprepared for the tidal wave of spunk, Anya coughed and withdrew. Watching his cock continue to shoot its seed all over the bed, the Jedi swallowed, waited a moment, then went back for seconds. Faster this time, his dick disappeared between her lips, until her nose touched his balls.



Her clit tingled at the way he gasped and moaned incoherently. Somehow, someway, this felt even more intense than before. And yet … it could’ve been *even* better. It would have been so easy for her to stroke him a little, or bob her head a bit. They both knew that slightest amount of movement would’ve amplified the sensation tenfold. A half-ruined orgasm was better than *no* orgasm, but he was craving the full experience.



By the time the dick in her mouth stopped pumping, Anya was nearly drowning. For a moment, she stayed deepthroating him, trying not to choke. Spitting out a bit of the cum, allowing it to drip down his shaft and over his balls, she again withdrew halfway. There she stopped once more, and began to swish the cum around in her mouth. She needed him to be well lubed up for the next part, and slicking him up with his own seed seemed the easiest way to go about it.



It took two big gulps for Anya to swallow it all. It’d been so long since a man had finished in her mouth, she’d forgotten what it was like. Jaen had cum one time they’d sixty-nined, but she had been quick enough to pull him out. Like with Barik, she hadn’t assisted him, and instead simply allowed his cock to droll cum all over itself.

 

Pushing aside her daydreams about the past, she returned her attention to the Sith’s penis. Waiting for his orgasmic after-shocks to cease, Anya watched it pulse rhythmically in her hand. Despite her attempts to drain him, it still wanted more. Eventually, she obliged, expertly stroking it back to full-hardness. With one hand working the shaft, and the other teasing the tip, it didn’t take long before he was ready for a third round.



“W-why …” The overstimulation was starting to get to him. As Anya sat up and finally let him breath, he felt dizzy, stumbling over his words. The thumb rolling around his sensitive cockhead wasn’t helping. “Why did you s-stop? You said you’d let me c-cum! You ruined it!”



The Jedi picked up the pace by a tiny bit as she answered, speaking directly to his dick, “I stopped to show you that you didn’t need it. You felt so strongly that you *had* to have an orgasm, you struggled and fought for me to give you one. You were willing to do anything for a moment of pleasure. So I gave you what you wanted: a release. You’re better off now than you were before, no? Yet, because it felt slightly less pleasurable than what you felt entitled to, you’re angry. You didn’t stop to enjoy and appreciate what you *did* have because you’re too focused on what you *could* have. You’re so caught up in your desires, you deny yourself the joys of life. Do you understand now, Barik?”



All this philosophical riddle nonsense was above the Mirialan. “That’s not fair! I made you cum! Why do you get to cum and I don’t? If it’s so worthless, why did you enjoy it?”



Momentarily sitting back down on his face to silence the frustrated Sith, she began to twist her hand on the upstroke. “Note how you say you didn’t get to ‘cum,’ despite having an orgasm. This is exactly what I mean, you’re only willing to accept the best possible outcome, so you reject everything yes. And yes, I did enjoy it. But I didn’t crave it like you did. If I never have another orgasm again, I wouldn’t be bothered. If you had stopped midway through, I could’ve accepted it. That’s what I’m trying to teach you: you don’t need to be an emotionless machine, but you also shouldn’t give in to every emotion and desire. Embrace life and all its imperfections. Focus on the here and now, don’t center on your anxieties and wants. Patience and control: master these, and you will find peace.”



His voice was muffled by her pussy, but still just audible enough. “I … I can’t. I don’t understand.”



“Do you want to be free of these urges?”



Partially out of a genuine desire to conquer his lust, and partially to get her to keep stroking, he hesitantly answered with a yes. Despite sensing this mental contraction, she accepted this answer. She still wanted to start the training with an empty pair, but she’d give him a taste of what was to come, just to make sure he was truly willing to go through with this. It was risky throwing him into the deep end right away, but he gave her little choice.



“Then let us begin.”



Nothing could have prepared Barik for the feeling that enveloped his cock a moment later. Having been so busy staring at her ass, he didn’t even notice her scooting down to his pelvis. With practiced ease, she sat up, then slowly sat back down. His whole body shivered as inch after inch of his green length slid into her. A deep sigh escaped her lips when her clit finally kissed his balls. Despite his previous two orgasms, his cock was more than ready for a third. For the first few seconds, she didn’t even move. Allowing his hips to buck and flail as he got used to the amazing sensation, she glanced down at the green ballbag between his legs. Making a gentle fist with one hand, she then looked back at him. 



Anya actually had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Barik’s eyes looked ready to pop out of his head, his breathing fast yet faint. A tiny, teasing wiggle of her hips shook him to his core, jaw clenching so hard his teeth nearly cracked.



Her smile had the subtlest hint of pride as she spoke, “Does this feel good, Barik?”



A nonsensical, stuttering whimper was all he could answer with.



“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” Anya began to circle her hips as she continued, “Alright, here’s how this will go: for the next ten minutes, you are to lie there and do nothing else. If you struggle, or beg, or thrust, I’ll stop and leave.”



He replied with a wheezing sound of pure sadness. He’d only been in her cunt for a few seconds, and *already* the thought of exiting was too much for him to bear.



“But, if you manage to last, and don’t give in to your desires, I will allow you to climax again. Inside, if you prefer.” Her hips began grinding against his as she spoke, “I assume you want it inside, yes?”



“*Oooh, nnnhhh, Y-YES! By the Force, YES*!” Barik almost added a “please” there, but was worried that she would consider it to be begging. 



It took every ounce of willpower the Mirialan could muster to obey her order to lie still. For someone that apparently viewed sex as beneath her, the Jedi sure knew how to work her hips. He knew lasting ten minutes was impossible. He’d be lucky if he even made it two. The pussy hugging his cock was just too warm, wet and creamy. And *that* *ass*, was there anything in the galaxy more beautiful? Oh, how he wished she was bouncing on it, instead of just grinding. Still, it wasn’t long until his balls began to contract as they prepared to empty themselves again. He bit his lip and said nothing, hoping that if she stopped, he’d get at least a few spurts inside.



The pleasure grew and grew, burning hotter until it finally reached its crescendo. This was it, there was no stopping it now. His dick stiffened and gave a mighty throb. Tearing his gaze away from her butt, he expected to find cum running down his shaft, but found none. The pleasure stayed, neither increasing nor dying down. For a moment, he was in paradise. He’d dreamed of this moment for so long, and it was even somehow better than he’d imagined. The Togruta kept on grinding, his cock continuing to pulse and tremble as … wait, why wasn’t there any cum? He could tell from the pleasure that he was definitely having an orgasm, but he wasn’t ejaculating. And why was it lasting so long? At first, he very much enjoyed it, but as the seconds ticked by, he began to tense up. Ten, twenty, thirty seconds passed, and his climax didn’t end. Happiness turned to confusion, then desperation, then panic. 



His brain wasn't designed to handle this level of pleasure for this long. It was too much. The overwhelming pressure kept growing. He could feel it at the base of his cock, as his balls shifted around in their sack in confusion. It was like something was blocking the cum from exiting his penis, an unseen force that was strangling it. It was like … no, she couldn’t be.



“W-wait! Nnngggh, what the fuck is h-happening!? What are you doing to my cock!? Why isn’t it stopping!?” For once, Barik requested for her to stop. Fists clenching, he began to sit up, only to stop himself. This Jedi was not his master, but he still feared the punishment that came with disobeying an order. She’d told him to lie still, and that was what he’d do.



“Relax, Barik.” Anya casually switched from moving back and forth to a slow up and down. The pressure in his nuts increased, their desire to paint her womb white nearly ripping his mind apart. “This is all part of the test. You’re doing great so far.”



“What’re you doing!?” 



“It’s a little trick I’ve been wanting to try.” Raising up her right hand, she showed him her closed fist, confirming his theory. “By applying a bit of pressure to your testicles with the Force, I can prevent ejaculation.”



“You’re squeezing my balls with the force? To stop me from cumming!?” Barik hadn’t noticed before, having been too preoccupied by the feel of her pussy, but there was something about his nuts. A firm, tingly sensation right at the base of his green sack. Mira had crushed them with the Force many, many times, ruining more than a few orgasms. This was different. It didn’t hurt, for one, but it was also more focused. Anya was keeping them full, rather than flattening them out, like the Zygerrian.



“That’s a rather crude way to say it, but yes. I wanted to see how you’d react. I knew you wouldn’t be able to make it the full ten minutes without orgasming. To be honest, I didn’t think you would be able to take this without breaking the rules. You surprised me, you should be proud of yourself.”



Staring between his legs at the way her red pussy devoured his cock again and again, Barik took several deep breaths. Half of him wanted to push her off, while the other half wanted to thrust up into her and force the cum out. Neither side won. Closing his eyes and sitting back into the pillow, he tried to collect his tone. His voice was still weak and exhausted, “Why isn’t it stopping?”



“Your penis is confused. The pleasure of an orgasm is supposed to be your body rewarding you for spreading your seed, enticing you to stay inside. But since you haven’t released anything, your penis doesn’t know when to end it.”



“*Guuggh*, it feels like my cock is going to explode!”



Momentarily switching back to grinding before returning to her slow bouncing, Anya chuckled and shook her head. “It’s perfectly safe, don’t worry. Now, we had a deal: if you manage to lie still for ten minutes, you get to release inside me. That offer still stands. If it’s too much for you to handle, I’ll stop, but you won’t get to finish properly either. It’s up to you.”



The Jedi said nothing else for the next few minutes. The room echoed with his cries, moans and gasps as she continued to ride him. Her round, red butt just kept bouncing and bouncing, hypnotizing the male with its glorious jiggles and ripples. The orgasmic torture enveloping his cock never faded for a moment. In fact, it only got worse when she suddenly gave a gasp of her own and suddenly clenched down harder around him. As her juices flowed down his shaft, Anya swapped to grinding again.



When the time came, she didn’t bother warning him. Releasing her telekinetic grip on his nut cords, the Togruta sat down fully. At last, the unending pressure around his nuts evaporated. Pressed as deep inside as it could go, his dick finally erupted, spraying her walls and womb with a flood of cum. The feeling sent a shiver through her body, it’d been a long time since she’d had someone fill her up like that. She had planned to let Jaen do it for the first time after the battle. Anya was not a hypocrite when it came to her teachings about desire, but she had to admit: she did miss this feeling.



Ironically, what Barik enjoyed most was when the pleasure ended. The poor Mirialan had barely comprehended the last ten minutes. It was, hands down, the greatest relief he’d ever felt. The other two orgasms didn’t even come close to matching that last one. At the same time, it was also unbelievably painful. Not so much physically, as it was mentally. His mind had struggled to form a single coherent thought that entire time. The male body just wasn’t built to handle that level of pleasure for that long. Any longer and he might’ve gone into a coma from the sheer blueball ache.



“Well, was it worth it?” Anya asked, slightly out of breath as well, “Did that feel as good as you hoped?”



She patiently waited for him to wheeze out a “yes.”



“Better than the last two?” She turned around as he answered yes again, keeping him inside all the while. Cum still dripped from her tits as she undid his restraints. After freeing his hands, she grabbed them and held them in the air in front of her chest. After waiting a moment to see if he would try to grope her, she smiled, happy at his restraint. Placing his hands on top of her breasts, she squeezed her fingers against his, rewarding him for doing such a good job.



“It felt better because you had to be patient. To live in the moment is to be free. As I said before, there’s nothing wrong with having these desires. What’s bad is being controlled by them. With patience and self-control you can overcome them, as you just have.”



Maybe it was just because he was exhausted, but Barik’s face was softer than when they’d started. She no longer sensed any anger or anxiety. Nor did she feel his lust as strongly, though a bit of it remained. He had yet to even look at her boobs, in fact! Maybe converting him to the Jedi way wouldn’t be as difficult as she thought.



The humility in what he admitted next further enforced this thought, as a real Sith would never admit weakness. “I … I only did it because you were grabbing my balls. I couldn’t have done it without that.”



“I don’t believe that, Barik. And I want to prove it.” Anya’s hips began working against his again as she said this. Still rock-hard, the male sucked in a breath and shivered.



“What’re you doing?”



“If you’re to become a Jedi, you must learn to control yourself without my help. We’ll try for twenty minutes this time.”



“W-w-what?”



“Same thing as before: no thrusting or groping, or I stop. You can keep your hands on my breasts if you prefer, but no squeezing this time.” 



That she specified “this time,” was alarming. She clarified, sensing his confusion. 



“We’re going to keep at this until you give in. I want to learn your limits. And, well, training will be easier the less pent up you are.”



“Oh fuck.” Barik didn’t know whether to smile or cry.



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