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The men installed the holocams in Obi-Wan’s office with his full knowledge and explicit permission. He knew exactly where they were. He knew how to disable them, if he so desired. He knew that they were recording at all hours. The men of the 212th could tune into the cams whenever they wanted and see what he was up to. It didn’t bother him. In fact, if he actually needed to focus on his work, he did it in his cabin and avoided his personal office. But the holocams weren’t there simply to check up on him, they had another purpose.
Obi-Wan let out a loud, shameless moan and arched his back, pressing into Cody’s powerful thrusts. He chanced a look at the display under the cam and grinned at the number there. A few dozen men were watching the Marshall Commander fuck their General.
A particularly hard thrust sent a shudder through Obi-Wan and he clenched his legs around Cody’s waist. The hard armor dug into Obi-Wan’s bare thighs. Cody had only bothered to remove everything below Obi-Wan’s waist. So his top half was battle ready and his bottom half was bedroom ready. It made the encounter feel almost indecent.
Cody pulled out of him, leaving Obi-Wan bereft. Obi-Wan couldn’t help the whine that left him. Then, Cody grabbed Obi-Wan’s legs and lifted and spread them. Obi-Wan’s tabards parted, revealing Obi-Wan’s gaping, desperate center for the camera.
Anyone watching would have quite the view. Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at being so exposed. He glanced at the display and his heart shot up, the counter had nearly doubled. Word must’ve spread that he was quite busy in his office.
Obi-Wan bit at his bottom lip and rocked forward.
“Please,” he said. Wanton noises spilled out of him.
Cody smirked, eyes crinkling in amusement.
“Louder, General,” he said, low and in control.
A shudder swept through Obi-Wan, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. Cody’s Command voice made his body sing and spark. One word, one order, and Obi-Wan was wet and ready. No one else could reduce him to such a wanton creature. He’d do anything for Cody.
“Please,” Obi-Wan cried, further spreading his legs, showing off his greedy, glistening center, “Please kriff me!”
All over the ship, men saw him beg. They saw him spread his legs. They saw everything.
Obi-Wan could only imagine what the men were doing while watching. No doubt a few were working and only half paying attention to their General. But there were many who were probably touching themselves, enjoying the view.
The fire in Obi-Wan’s core spread out to his limbs, burning everything in its wake. Something about others watching set his heart aflame and made him ache like crazy.
“Please, please,” Obi-Wan panted, hips rocking back and forth.
Cody’s lips curled upwards in a mischievous smirk. He stepped forward and rubbed the fat head of his cock along Obi-Wan’s entrance, teasing him, sending sparks shooting up and down Obi-Wan’s spine.
“Please, Commander,” Obi-Wan said, eyes wide, heart pounding, “Please kriff me. I need you inside me.”
In one smooth motion, Cody sheathed his thick cock inside Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan gasped at the sudden, bright stretch. Lightning coursed through his veins. His every nerve came to life. He trembled atop his desk.
Cody let Obi-Wan’s legs fall to the curve of his elbows and he fucked into Obi-Wan. A familiar determined expression came over him and his features narrowed in utmost concentration. He took Obi-Wan hard, pounding into him with a vicious ferocity that Obi-Wan regularly witnessed on the battlefield. It set Obi-Wan’s heart alight to have such focus turned on him.
With every thrust the flames in Obi-Wan’s core burned hotter. Soon a firestorm raged inside him. Sweat beaded on his forehead and down his back. He clutched at the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life. If the seppies attacked them at that moment, he’d scream in frustration—and probably bend over for Cody once the battle was done.
The mental image of him in a similar state of dress and out in public among the men had Obi-Wan biting at his bottom lip and clenching around Cody. Obi-Wan had no doubt that the men would take turns celebrating with him, rewarding themselves with his body. He’d be delightfully sore after.
Cody groaned above him and bent him in half, pushing Obi-Wan’s legs down next to him on the desk.
The shift in angle had Cody’s cock pressing against a different spot, one that had stars appearing in Obi-Wan’s vision. Obi-Wan moaned and shifted on Cody’s cock. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the number and his heart leapt into his throat.
Nearly every single member of the 212th was watching. They could clearly see that he was wearing his General armor…and that he had nothing on below the waist. His center was on display. His entrance stretched around Cody’s gloriously thick cock.
Force.
Sparks jumped under Obi-Wan’s skin. His body felt like a live wire.
The General of the 3rd Sky Army. Yet, here he was getting fucked and every one of the men was watching.
Obi-Wan cried out on the next thrust, overcome with pleasure. His entire body drew taut.
Cody pulled back and slammed back into him.
Pleasure exploded inside him. Obi-Wan came with a loud cry, spreading his legs even more. His cock spilled over the front of his tabards.
Obi-Wan whimpered at the knowledge that his men just watched him cum. He had no shame.
Cody grinned down at him.
“Good boy,” he whispered.
The praise made Obi-Wan’s inside tingle. He returned Cody’s smile.
Cody shifted and pressed deep inside him. Obi-Wan let out a shaky noise and rocked his hips, taking Cody’s cock as deep as he could. Cody set a steady pace, chasing his pleasure now, truly using Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan sighed, utterly content. A sappy smile spread across his face.
Cody kept thrusting into him, taking him hard. His brows furrowed.
Then…his thrusts stuttered and he gave a low, rough growl. He slammed into Obi-Wan and warmth flooded Obi-Wan’s center. Obi-Wan gasped at the sensation and sparks jumped along his nerves. The fire in his belly sparked back to life.
Cody shuddered above him and slowly pulled out.
Obi-Wan groaned at the loss of that delicious stretch.
They stayed like that for a moment, simply staring at each other. Something soft and tender filled Cody’s gaze. The sight of which had Obi-Wan’s heart clenching.
Cody pressed a kiss right above Obi-Wan’s center before he stepped around the desk.
Obi-Wan could feel Cody’s seed dripping out of him but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare block anyone’s view.
Cody fisted Obi-Wan’s hair, sending bright sparks of pain-pleasure shooting down his spine, and turned his head.
“Open your mouth,” Cody ordered, holding his cock in front of Obi-Wan’s mouth.
Obi-Wan nodded and opened his mouth, as obedient as a shiny, willing to follow his superior’s orders.
Cody slid his cock past Obi-Wan’s parted lips. Obi-Wan tasted himself and his entrance clenched. He’d give anything to have a cock inside him again.
“Clean me off, General,” Cody said.
Obi-Wan nodded and set to work. This wasn’t his first time cleaning Cody after he had fucked Obi-Wan. It wasn’t his favorite activity but he did get to have Cody’s cock inside his mouth and that was worth it. Obi-Wan just enjoyed having Cody’s—or really any of the men’s—cock inside him.
The door to the office swished open. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. His cunt was the first thing they saw…his gaping, leaking cunt.
“Kriff, that was a good show,” Gregor said, no doubt wearing that big grin of his.
Obi-Wan whimpered around Cody’s cock. He couldn’t reply with his mouth stuffed full. He couldn’t even look at Gregor, not with the hold that Cody had on his hair.
There was a click as a latch was undone. Obi-Wan guessed at what it was, the codpiece, and spread his legs in invitation. The next thing he knew, a fat cock head rubbed over his entrance.
Obi-Wan moaned around Cody’s cock.
“You want another cock, General?” Gregor asked, loud enough for the cameras to pick up.
Obi-Wan nodded emphatically, making sure that the cameras picked up the motion. If the men knew he wanted a cock, well, more men were likely to give him theirs.
The next thing Obi-Wan knew was the incredible stretch of a cock pressing inside him, touching the deepest part of him. Obi-Wan moaned and spread his legs.
Whoever was watching, well they were certainly going to get a show. Obi-Wan had no doubt that more men would show up…and maybe later Cody would let him watch…and maybe even fuck Obi-Wan while they watched.
Obi-Wan grinned around Cody’s cock. He let Gregor’s thrusting direct him, taking Cody deep every so often. He did his best to clean Cody, despite the distraction.
Yes, the cameras in his office were a brilliant idea. The men…and Obi-Wan…really enjoyed them.