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Kriffsleeve

Summary:

Cody walks in on Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan. And Cody is nothing if not an excellent planner. Getting some of the other Alphas involved is just a masterstroke.
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“I’m surprised your new kriffsleeve hasn’t burst yet,” Cody says, and he can’t hide how breathless he is. “You’ve made it pretty taut.”

He moves a hand up to Obi-Wan’s cheek, patting it lightly.

“Do you like being Alpha’s little plaything?”

“Guh,” Obi-Wan tries, whimpering when Alpha grinds into his pliant body. “Good!”

Notes:

Playing fast and loose with the canon here and having all of the Alpha-class clones hanging out with the 212th. For reasons. Sexy reasons. Enjoy!

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“Hey, Cody, check it out! They finally made a kriffsleeve that can fit an Alpha’s cock.”

Obi-Wan, the kriffsleeve in question, just moans happily from where Alpha-17 has him mounted on his cock. The clone’s thick fingers overlap around the General’s tiny waist and his pinned wrists to move him forward and back. Obi-Wan’s legs flail a little with every shift, the man obviously too fucked out to care about his audience, let alone the position of his limbs.

“Did they now? How many times have you cum?”

“Three!” Alpha says proudly, sliding forward until he’s balls deep. “Look.”

He pulls Obi-Wan upright easily, shifting his grip from the man’s waist to his chest. Cody can’t decide if the loud whine the Jedi lets out is because of the nipple stimulation Alpha is now subjecting him to, the shift of Alpha’s cock moving deeper inside him, or the way his well-defined abs have rounded a bit from the three loads of cum inside him.

Stepping closer, Cody reaches out a hand to trace it up Obi-Wan’s stomach, triggering a whine from both Obi-Wan and Alpha as he strokes Alpha’s cock through where it’s pushing up Obi-Wan’s chest the slightest bit.

“I’m surprised your new kriffsleeve hasn’t burst yet,” Cody says, and he can’t hide how breathless he is. “You’ve made it pretty taut.”

He moves a hand up to Obi-Wan’s cheek, patting it lightly.

“Do you like being Alpha’s little plaything?”

“Guh,” Obi-Wan tries, whimpering when Alpha grinds into his pliant body. “Good!”

“So good,” Cody agrees as he steps back. “You going to try to break his brain with an Alpha orgy this time? Or is that still a later plan?”

“Broken toys aren’t as fun,” Alpha says primly, even as he takes a seat, hiking up Obi-Wan’s legs until the man is straddling his lap. The move puts him in the splits, something Cody knows wouldn’t be possible if their Jedi weren’t stupidly flexible.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”

“I’m not ruling it out. Him babbling like a cum-addicted whore for a few hours does sound appealing.” He wraps his hands around the join between Obi-Wan’s thighs and his hips, using the anchor points to bounce the other man on his cock to the rhythm of, “Doesn’t. That. Sound. Good. Slut?”

Cody gets the feeling the only reason the smaller man isn’t screaming is because Alpha’s cock is probably up to his lungs (an exaggeration, but only just). Instead, the sound he makes is more akin to the pitch and tone of a strill in heat.

It’s enough to push Cody into motion.

“I mean, there’s no time like the present. I’m sure some of the boys would be ready to go if we gave the word. And even if they’re not, one look at this sweet little sight and they’ll be harder than durasteel.”

Reaching his hands out again, he traces where Alpha’s cock is now distending Obi-Wan’s stomach forward with a little rounded bump at the top and what was very likely a full gallon of cum.

Obi-Wan and Alpha moan in tandem, although Obi-Wan’s is far more choked.

“Hmm,” Alpha-17 says, taking the break to grind into the body atop him, turning his hips back and forth like a screw he can’t decide whether to tighten or loosen.

“I mean, you did promise him that you’d fuck him so well he’d forget how to use that silver tongue of his for anything but licking our cocks.”

“I did do that, didn’t I? Obi-Wan, can you still speak?”

“Plea…please fuck me. Wanna cum. Alpha, wanna cum on your…on your cock! Please?” Obi-Wan begs, and Cody has to reach down to readjust his armor’s codpiece. Alpha, for his part, seems displeased.

“You’re right, Cody. Still talking up a storm.”

“You’re good at what you do, Alpha. But I think we need to really break our Jedi in. If he’s going to be in a relationship with all of us, he needs to be able to take all of us.”

“Cod…Cody,” Obi-Wan whimpers, pressing into his touch with abandon. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Don’t…don’t ignore me.”

Cody presses on the top of Obi-Wan’s stomach, massaging the head of Alpha’s cock through the thin flesh.

“How could I ever ignore you, sir? You’re moaning loud enough to be mistaken for a Twi’lek whorehouse on payday.”

And Obi-Wan does moan at his words and actions, trying to arch up into Cody’s touch even as Alpha keeps him pinned down by his thighs.

“Yep, impossible to ignore the biggest slut in the GAR. Maybe we’ll make a bit of nose art with you. Except instead of the LAAT’s side, we’ll paint your legs so every time the bay doors open, the entire GAR can see you spread yourself wide.

“They’ll all want a taste, General. It’s not every man who can take an entire Company like Ghost. And then to take the Alphas too, mmm, well. I’m not sure ‘slut’ even covers that level. You were already ruined for anyone else the moment you met us. We were made for you after all. And you’re in your proper place in the chain of command when you’re riding our cocks and sucking us off and using that sweet ass to milk us dry.”

“Kriff’s sake, Cody,” Alpha groans, bucking into Obi-Wan seemingly against his will. Obi-Wan yelps, jolting into Cody’s hands. Cody slips his hands up to Obi-Wan’s shoulders, slowly shoving him back onto Alpha’s cock, inch by inch.

“How many loads do you think it’ll take to break him? Until the only thing he can do is be our cute little kriffsleeve? Until he can’t remember the war, or the GAR, or the Jedi, or anything but how good a cock feels inside him and how empty he is when he’s not taking one or more?”

Cody moves his hands from Obi-Wan’s shoulders to his face, taking the opportunity to kiss him hard.

Obi-Wan moans into the kiss, panting hard into Cody’s mouth as Alpha grinds ever deeper inside of him.

He pulls a hand free, using it to make a few choice hand signals. He can feel Alpha hesitate for a moment, but then practically feels the air in the room change as clearly as if he had command of the Force.

He breaks the kiss and steps back, out of Obi-Wan’s reach.

Obi-Wan, for his part, remains where he is, spitted on Alpha’s cock and with a thin line of spit dripping from his open mouth. Dazed blue-gray eyes try to track Cody, but keep failing as they roll up a little with each slight movement from Alpha.

And then Alpha moves, just as Cody asked.

The massive clone stands up, prompting Obi-Wan to make a funny, punched-out sound. Then he yanks the smaller man off his cock, kneels on the floor, flips Obi-Wan around so they’re now facing one another, and stuffs his cock right back inside. Obi-Wan squeals in terror, delight, and then lust as he’s manipulated so easily, then split open once again. His legs flail for a moment before he wraps them around Alpha’s waist the best he can.

“Oh, that’s good,” Alpha huffs, bouncing Obi-Wan in his lap a few times. He pats Obi-Wan’s stomach with a meaty pointer finger a few times. “I can feel my own cock inside you.”

Obi-Wan just moans at the treatment, obviously perfectly happy where he is.

“Lay him back,” Cody says. He quickly divests himself of his armor and his blacks, piling everything except him comm in a neat little pile by Alpha’s armor rack. He joins the pair on the floor, crossing his legs and sitting just a little bit to the side of Alpha’s spread knees.

His own cock is rock hard, but he ignores it in favor of directing Obi-Wan’s head down into his hands. The Jedi chokes as the cock inside him takes on a new angle and blood makes a valiant effort to rush to his head instead of his groin.

Cody paws the back of Obi-Wan’s head with his right hand, while using his left to grab Obi-Wan’s arm and pull it up. Obi-Wan, for his part, uses his limited abilities to brace himself against Alpha’s knees.

Briefly kissing his knuckles, Cody can’t help but smile at the little chuckle Obi-Wan lets out.

“You boys,” he gasps. “So…so good…to me.”

“Because you’re so good to us, little one,” Alpha rumbles, using his grip on Obi-Wan’s chest to slide him back up onto his cock.

“Want…want…”

“What do you want?” Cody asks, sucking Obi-Wan’s pointer finger into his mouth and laving at the digit.

“Wanna be yours,” Obi-Wan says, head lolling forward and back so he can look at Alpha and Cody in turns. “All of you. Don’t wanna think. Just wanna…wanna be wanted.”

Cody lets Obi-Wan’s finger fall from his mouth, taking instead to pressing kisses up and down every part he can reach.

“Oh, cyare. You’re always wanted with us. But we can definitely fix the ‘not thinking’ part. Do you just want Alpha? Or both of us? Or more?”

“Everyone,” Obi-Wan pants out, trying to fuck himself on Alpha’s cock even as the other man pauses to let him speak. “Anyone who wants me.”

Alpha huffs. “Guess we’re not doing our jobs if you don’t already know that that’s all of us. But I was built for the hard jobs. Cody, make the call. Let’s let our brothers do what they do best.”

Cody puts Obi-Wan’s down on the other man’s chest, then smiles.

“Play with those pretty little nipples for us. Use both hands. Alpha won’t let you slip off that plasma cannon of his.”

A blush manages to race its way across Obi-Wan’s chest, but he does as ordered, hesitantly bringing up his other hand to his chest. Long, nimble fingers start pinching at his nipples, making the rosy little buds stiffen further.

“Good boy,” Cody says, then picks up his comm and triggers the Alpha frequency. “Attention all available Alpha-class troopers. This is Commander Cody, issuing a Code Krenth. Converge on Alpha-17’s location.” And then, because he can’t help himself, “Jetti is fully engaged.”

Within three minutes, Spar, Trantos, and Fordo are at the door. They take barely a moment to evaluate the situation before they step into the room, grins on their faces.

“You weren’t kidding about the Jedi, Commander,” Fordo says, shedding his armor and blacks the second the door seals behind him. “Muzzle, Maze, and the others are going to be pissed they’re planetside.”

“They’ll get their chance,” Alpha grunts. “Assuming we don’t break the sweet little thing here.”

“Nothing bacta can’t fix anyways,” Trantos says, and cheerfully takes the punch Spar lands in his solar plexus. Wheezing, he says, “Worth it.”

“Please,” Obi-Wan says, reaching out for them.

“Did I tell you could stop touching yourself?” Cody says sweetly, and Obi-Wan whines and he lets his fingers go back to plucking his nipples. “Obi-Wan would prefer not to think for a while. I told him we could help with that.”

“He also wants only people who want him for that effort,” Alpha adds, very slowly moving Obi-Wan up and down his cock. “Which he said as if he was unaware that he was, ungh, very wanted.”

Obi-Wan whines, now twisting at his nipples. The other three Alphas exchange a look before taking up surrounding positions around where Obi-Wan is splayed out.

“Damn, Alpha,” Trantos says, reaching out to stroke Obi-Wan’s distended stomach. “How many times have you come inside him?”

“Three. About to be four. He tightens down every time he tugs on those perky little nipples.”

Cody takes Obi-Wan’s momentary distraction at the newcomers to tilt his head back. Obi-Wan, apparently liking where Cody is going, lets his head fall back further over Cody’s hands and Alpha’s knees. His mouth drops open a moment later, tongue licking at his lips before he moans.  

“So good,” Cody croons, sliding his cock into Obi-Wan’s mouth. It’s a fine balance not to choke him with his size or smother him with his heavy balls, but Cody knows Obi-Wan. He looks down, marveling at the sight of his cock sliding deep into the Jedi’s throat.

“Fuck,” Spar says. “That’s damn pretty. Didn’t know he could take that kind of punishment.”

“He loves sucking cock, but his ass is hotter than Sith hells,” Alpha says. Cody glances up at him, gauging that his vod is not far from blowing. “This way, he can get both holes filled up, and we can drive all those, mmm, pesky thoughts out of his gorgeous head.”

Cody slides out, letting Obi-Wan gasp and cough for breath before sliding right back in.

“When you cum, Alpha, make sure to keep him mounted. I want him right here when I pour my cum down his throat. Do the rest of you have a plan for how you’d like to start?”

“He’ll probably be too tired to actually ride,” Fordo says thoughtfully.

“We could ‘help’ him ride you,” Trantos says. “He’s so light, it’d be just like a warmup exercise.”

“I want him on his back,” Spar says. “Trantos, how about you?”

“I’ll take him strill-style on the bed. He’ll probably be too tired to move after you all get through with him, and I don’t mind if he passes out. I bet it’ll feel amazing when he wakes and tightens back up.”

“You hear that, Obi-Wan?” Cody says as he pulls out again, listening to Obi-Wan gasp beneath him. He eyes the other man’s cock, which is just barely visible over the swell of his belly, but which twitches with every thrust, every pinch of his own fingers, and every stroke of the other Alphas over his legs and chest and arms. “We want you so much we even have a plan to fuck you unconscious and then keep going. Are you going to be good for us?”

“So…so good,” Obi-Wan whines. “Cody, please! Alpha! Alphas! Fuck me!”

“We will,” Alpha rumbles, pulling Obi-Wan as far as he can go onto his cock, then rubbing the length of himself through Obi-Wan’s stomach, occasionally grazing the head of Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan seizes in orgasm a moment before Alpha does, and Cody thrusts forward to muffle his scream and feel its vibrations as he watches Obi-Wan’s stomach fill just a bit more.

“Going to…ruin…you…sir,” Cody says, thrusting into Obi-Wan’s mouth as he chokes and whines, still plucking at his nipples because Cody hasn’t told him to stop.

Cody cums down Obi-Wan’s throat, feeling the muscles there frantically gripping him as Obi-Wan swallows over and over in an attempt to catch his breath. He pulls away slowly, letting Obi-Wan suckle the head of his cock as he whimpers through multiple aftershocks.

Finally, he pulls free, pulling Obi-Wan’s hands away from his own chest as he goes. Focusing in front of him, he sees that the other Alpha-class members are petting Obi-Wan’s stomach, soothing what are likely to be some vicious cramps from the way his body has distended from cum and what Cody knows was likely an overly generous helping of lube when Alpha started. The fact that they’re rubbing his own cum into his skin is likely just a bonus in their minds.

He shuffles backwards a bit so he can get a clear look at Obi-Wan’s face, albeit from upside down.

Obi-Wan looks, if Cody could describe it in a word, euphoric. His pupils are so blown there’s only a thin ring of gray-blue surrounding them. His neatly trimmed beard is streaked with cum and spit, which trail down his chin and cheeks. Tears are still flowing from the corners of his eyes, but Cody knows what the man looks like when he’s hiding pain, and this isn’t that.

No, this is how the man looks when he’s well and truly put himself into someone else’s hands, how he looks when he indulges in a rare streak of hedonism and pleasure and being taken care of.

“If I pull out of him now, we’ll have to clean up a flood,” Alpha muses, sounding rather dazed. “And he probably needs a bacta wash, a bath, and a rest if we’re going to keep up with the plan.”

Cody nods, because Alpha isn’t wrong. But his eyes haven’t left Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan, who blinks hard to bring Cody into focus. Obi-Wan, who smiles dopily at him, reaching for Cody’s face with clumsy, nerveless hands. Obi-Wan, who pulls Cody close so Obi-Wan can whisper in his ears, “Wreck me.”

Kissing him fiercely is as natural as breathing to Cody in that moment. Breaking the kiss, he strokes the sweaty hair back from Obi-Wan’s forehead as he looks in turn from Spar to Trantos to Fordo, and finally to Alpha-17.

“You heard the General. We’re going to follow Alpha’s strategy, and then we’re going to run every drill you suggested. We’re going to make it so the General has to walk funny in two days, because tomorrow, he better not be able to walk at all. And you better be prepared for the extra flimsiwork, because we’re going to make him cum so many times he forgets anything but how to be a good little kriffsleeve. Understood?”

“Yessir!” is the boisterous response he receives from the four Alpha-class clones, echoed by a soft moan from Obi-Wan that makes his spent cock twitch.

He can’t help the wild grin that graces his face as he says, “On your feet, soldiers. Move out.”

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