Garon Flar

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Bare flesh had never been his idea of a good defense, but there was nothing for it, he’d obviously been stripped for treatment in the Kolto tank and now that he was out, there appeared to be no spare clothes in med bay, or anyone living in the mining facility to find some for him. Aside from the mysterious older woman; Kreia, and while he was thankful for some life in this otherwise dead facility, he drew no joy from having a granny ogle his dick and balls, even if it was with relative disinterest.

The moment the doors to the main administration area opened Garon Flar’s lithe and muscled form sprang into action as he dodged past the first wave of blaster bolts that issued forth from the berserk mining droids with a speedy leap, the blasts of energy sizzling past and down the corridor he had just come through. The droids beeped and processed his movements, slowly shifting their mechanical forms to face him and let loose another barrage, however, the Jedi Exile was far too quick for the lumbering constructs, firing shots of his own from the pistol like mining laser he had found, the hot beams colliding with the droids’ optics rendering the machines blind to him and his movements. They beeped incoherently as their processes failed one by one, having nothing within the spectrum of their programming which could rectify this situation. Now that they were disabled, Garon cut down each droid, one by one with well-placed shots from the mining laser; he was thankful for the time he had spent familiarizing himself with droid mechanics and computer workings since his exile by the Jedi Council, it certainly made this easier for him. He was swift, there was no doubt, but considering his nakedness, one lucky blast from the droids could have done serious damage to him, especially if it hit one of his more precious body parts, and one could not out-maneuver blaster bolts in the tight of confines of these rooms for long.

Passing by the smouldering heaps of scrap metal he had just made, Garon quickly found the facility’s main terminal and, as per the instructions he had found in the security chief’s logs, performed a manual override, giving him some control over the mining facility. He heard the locks on a door behind him disengage, and he spun on his feet turning to face the incoming threat, finger on the trigger of his laser, however as he stared down the empty space he realized that there was no enemies entering the room, and that the door had simply disengaged because of the manual override. Though relieved, Garon was still prudent and approached the door to investigate, the cool metal sliding doors opening only a crack before jamming, the mechanisms heaving and shuddering for a few moments, then with a loud click, the doors slid open completely revealing some sort of holding room, and there, trapped in an energy cage was a scruffy looking young man staring at the naked form of the Ex-Jedi as he strode towards the cage.

“Did they change the uniform regulations since theythrew me in here or something?” taunted the man, swishing the stylish curl of dark brown hair that hung down over his forehead with a flick of his hand, while trying to ignore the fact that  Garon was naked despite having just commented on it.

Garon’s thin pink lips curled into a smirk at the man’s taunt as he looked him over with his crystal blue eyes, noting the similarities between the man’s curled hair and his own wavy blonde hair.

“Do you have a name, or just a big mouth?” retorted Garon, which seemed to tick off the trapped man a little, causing him to reply slowly with a sigh:

“Atton, you can call me Atton”

Garon crossed his arms and contemplated the situation, totally unconcerned with having this Atton see him naked, even check out his junk: the man was either intimidated by Garon’s penis or just uncomfortable about seeing it, either way, it amused him.

“So why did they lock you up in here, Atton?” questioned Garon.

“Oh it was just something about breaching security protocol, and hey, while I’m a big fan of your nude interrogation style-“  jeered Atton making no efforts to hide his sarcasm, however, Garon cut him short with a wave of his hand, finishing Atton’s sentence for him.



“You want me to get you out of the cage, right?”

“Uh… yeah” mumbled Atton giving Garon a strange look over the regal tone the naked man had spoken in.

“Then tell me Atton, why should I? I’m more than capable of fighting, and I know my way around computers and droids, so how exactly would releasing you help me?” questioned Garon, causing Atton to pause for a moment to consider the question before answering.

“Well, I know the facility better than you, and I can fight too” answered Atton, though not totally convinced it would be enough to get his would-be rescuer to release him, though to his surprise he found Garon nod slowly at him.



“You’d be my companion? Yes I can see that working out for both of us, perhaps even that big mouth of yours will find some ‘use’”

“Uh, what do you mean, ‘use’?” questioned Atton from the energy cage, not liking the particular inflection Garon had put on the word, narrowing his eyes at the man in suspicion, quickly realizing how totally insane this was: a random well-spoken naked man had just appeared and now he was bargaining with him to gain freedom.

“I’m sure a bright young man such as yourself is aware of what happens to us men a while after they leave Kolto tanks, after they have spent a prolonged time inside them” replied a smirking Garon as he felt a twitch in his loins, the very situation he was describing beginning to occur.

“You mean how guys get a really painful boner because the Kolto makes their balls mass produce cum-wait… no! I am not going to suck your dick!” shouted Atton when what the former Jedi was suggesting registered, almost as if on cue, Garon’s cock rose, twitching and hardening, the Jedi gritting his teeth behind his smirk, as his balls and stiff pole ached for release.

“In that case, I guess I’ll just leave you in that cage” bluffed Garon, as he turned and feigned to leave but a shout from Atton for him to stop had the man turning to face his trapped, soon-to-be companion once more. Atton’s eyes took in the sight of Garon, meaty prick with distaste, his mouth twisting into a grimace as he sighed.

“Fine, I’ll do it” spoke the trapped man in defeat, knowing it was unlikely anyone else, if there was anyone else left, would release him if this man didn’t.

Garon proceeded to the security console and within a few moments the energy shield that had held Atton captive had dissipated into nothingness and he stood before the dark haired man, waiting for him to fulfil his end of the bargain.

Scowling Atton dropped to his knees and looked at his blonde “rescuer’s” thick erection with trepidation. Hesitantly he reached out for the man’s dick, recoiling slightly the first time his hand bumped up against the pulsing thickness, but a slight rocking towards his face from Garon demanded that he stop delaying the inevitable. Atton’s hand wrapped around the rock hard fuck stick before him, or at least most of it; Garon’s dick was impressively thick and Atton’s hands which were in no way small could not make it all around the veiny sample of the male sex before him.  The dark haired man gave the dick an unenthusiastic stroke eliciting a grunt of approval from Garon, whose length ached so badly that even the simplest and weakest of touches were blissful to him.

His tentative tongue pierced his lips and inched towards the tip of the erection that stood proudly before his face, poking the bulbous and velvety head with its own tip. Atton held his tongue there for a second, and then withdrew it from the piss slit with a frown, and mustering his courage; he lifted the cock slightly with his hands and with a broad lick ran his tongue over the underside of the dark knob. He could taste sweat and salt on the hot head of Garon’s turgid meat, and something vaguely medicinal; remnants of the Kolto tank’s fluid he presumed.

As his tongue left the dick once again, he felt Garon’s hips push forward suddenly and he closed his eyes and mouth instinctively, turning his face from the insistent erection, only to feel Garon’s hand at the side of his face guiding his mouth back to the prodigious man muscle of his rescuer. Though Atton’s eyes and mouth were still closed, the man standing before him was not dissuaded and pressed the warm tip of his penis to Atton’s soft and clamped lips, running it over them smearing a dribble of precum on the man’s mouth. As he Garon’s cock press against his mouth again, harder this time, Atton found a surprising wilful defiance welling up inside; it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t want to suck Garon’s dick considering he was straight, but the situation and the man’s presence had made him give up so easily before so he wondered where this new resistance came from. However the hand at his face shifted to behind his head and he felt himself being pushed forward, his mouth crushing up against the hot steel of Garon’s fuck pole, the plump mushroom head spreading his lips slightly despite his defiance, and in the split second he was to tell Garon to stop, it crashed past the entrance of his mouth, burying into the warm mess of his wet mouth.   

Atton’s eyes shot open as the engorged meat filled his mouth to fullness, his cheeks puffing out just to contain the half lying heavy on his tongue. Garon’s penis was of average length but of spectacular width and Atton wondered if the man pushed anymore in, as to whether his jaw would break under the strain. The Scoundrel heard Garon sight with relief as his tongue wriggled for room under the mass of the Ex-Jedi’s meat, unintentionally pleasuring the man. Garon contented himself with thrusts slow and shallow, rubbing the raw flesh of his cock against the walls and tongue of Atton’s mouth, never pushing in more than half. He didn’t need to get it all in anyway, he wasn’t going to last long; although the after effects of the Kolto tank hyper accelerated the production of semen, it also worked a wicked whammy on the sensitivity of the dick, usually resulting in the guy beginning to cum with minimal stimulation.

Garon could feel his balls begin to tighten, his flesh pulsing with anticipation and with dexterity and sympathy for Atton he pulled his thick rod from the man’s soggy mouth, saliva dribbling and spraying everywhere as Atton spluttered about. With one twisting slow stroke he spread the saliva left on his dick’s tip over the rest of his aching shaft, and with several more strokes of his spit slicked staff he brought himself to completion, ropey blasts of cum erupting forth, splashing into Atton’s face with surprising force and reach. Atton scrambled back after the first blast hit him, the thick cock ooze painting his lips white, but even still he could not escape Garon’s ejaculation completely, consecutive volleys hitting his clothed chest and abs as the man’s burdened orbs relieved themselves. As the orgasm finally wore down, Garon found himself hunched over, panting heavily and gripping his dick fiercely as the final shot launched lazily from his cock tip and landed with an inaudible splat on the crotch of Atton’s pants. As he regained his breath he stood up properly, he raised the hand he had stroked himself with to his nose and inhaled deeply, licking from his fingers the loose droplets of cum mixed with a mere hint of Atton ‘s saliva.  

“We should try and find a way off this rock now that that’s dealt with”