#sub hunter

The briefing ends; and Hunter patiently waits for the rest of the clones to scatter around the camp. General Aerith leaves chatting with his commander as well; and Hunter aproaches the other Jedi to find out the motive of his request for him to stay behind.

"General" he salutes, as formal as always, ignoring the fluttering in his chest of being this close to him.

Something in Hunter had shifted upon seing him for the first time. He had never thought of men like that; already used –and satisfied– to his fleeting romances with corusscanti girls to think on anything else. He had always been attracted to females; to the way that a pair of breasts felt in his hands, their curves, a shy but flirty smile, and the way they sweetly moaned against his ear when Hunter pounded into them. Women were beautiful things, and he hadn't spared men a single glance of interest before last week.

General Skoll, though... Something in Hunter had shivered when his chocolate eyes had first landed on the man. Kaminoans had undeniable done a fairly good job on making fine male human specimens; an optimal physique for a soldier's life. Clones were tall, strong, loyal and dextreous; but Baylan Skoll was something else. He was huge. Hunter doesn't remember ever seeing a human that tall before; robust, too. When they had been introduced upon the batch's arrival, Hunter had felt small besides him. And well, the sergeant of CF99 may be just a tiny few inches shorter than the rest of his brothers; but he had never really felt small before.

He had unconciously payed attention to him for the rest of the battle; and not only because his team had been assigned to him. Between one blaster shot and another, he had watched as the Jedi brought and end to hundreds of separatist droids with a flicker of his saber; a blue that rivaled with the colour of his eyes. Hunter noticed how different his fighting style was as opposed to other Jedis he had seen before. General Skoll's moves held a sort of unusual anger in them; a quiet and deadly one.

"Your team did an excellent job out there" the man offers, interrupting Hunter's line of thoughts and bringing him back to the present. "I must admit I was curious to see this elite team of troopers I had heard so much about".

Hunter doesn't like to feel like this; like a giggling teenage girl who had just discovered her first boy crush. He feels nervous, flushed. He has to make an effort to hold the Jedi's stare.

"Thank you, Sir" he politely replies, swallowing the rest of his emotions down. "I'm glad to know we lived up to the task".

The man smiles. It's such an inusual thing to see in war Hunter's heart skips a beat in his chest. His brown eyes flicker over the General's facial features; from his short graying beard to his lips and travelling up to his nose and cheekbones.

"You did. You looked almost feral in the battlefield; all instincts" he points out, and Hunter is suddenly stunned by the realisation that the Jedi had also been playing attention to him.

A tiny blush settles on top of his cheeks.

"Speaking of which" the man continues, taking an object from under his robes and handing it to him. "I believe this is yours".

Hunter reaches a hand towards his vibroblade; he had lost it in the caos of the battle, lost in who knew which droid. Knowing the General had bothered to retrieve it for him...

"T-thank you, Sir" he can't control the tiny stutter in his voice, and he busies himself placing the blade in it's pocket in his thigh again, avoding the heavy weight of Baylan's stare.

The man takes a few steps forward until there are nothing but inches in between their bodies; surprising the clone by placing a calloused hand under his chin and gently pushing it upwards. Hunter gasps; having no other option left than to look into those blue eyes.

"I'm... Curious about you, Hunter" the Jedi confesses, making the clone's eyes widen in surprise. "My tent is open for you, if you'd like to visit after you clean up".

He doesn't seem to expect an answer from him now; and Hunter rushes to wash the war off of him with a deep blush crawling down his neck onto his chest.

Jedi General Baylan Skoll wanted to have sex with him. Jedi General Baylan Skoll wanted to... Fuck him.

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Not that he could take a proper shower –hell, not even a sonic–, but at least Hunter feels more like a regular person when all the gore from the week-long battle is washed off of his body. Some may think dipping his blacks into a bucket of used water to scrape it through his body unhigienic and disgusting; but honestly, it feels like glory. The water is cold, the blood and grime dissapears from his skin; and not even the uncomfortable feeling of those same wet blacks sticking onto his body afterwards is enough to take such a simple pleasure from it. There's no space for comodities in the battlefield.

Hunter makes an excuse to his brothers –though they can probably tell there's something else going on, Tech frowning and Crosshair's eyes following him out of their tent–, and the sergeant walks almost in a trance in the direction of Baylan's. He clears his throat nervously right outside of it; and then makes his presence known without yet stepping inside. Some part of him still thinks he has to have malinterpreted this. Or that he may have changed of opinion.

"General?"

Hunter is glad the Jedi's have camped a bit further away than the rest of the clone tents; it gives him an illusion of privacy.

The curtain of cloth that makes the door for the tent is pushed away; and the Jedi Master scans him with interest, in silence. Hunter tries not to fidget. He's a soldier; he has faced more life-threatening and dangerous situations than this.

"Come on in" the man gestures inside.

Hunter complies, and shivers when the General follows him until his chest is almost pressed to the clone's back; his towering figure making Hunter feel small once again. It's an... Exciting feeling. Hunter involuntarily holds his breath.

"I'm glad you decided to take the chance" the man almost rumbles, his warm breath hitting one side of Hunter's neck. "I had my doubts".

Hunter gulps and does his best at staying in place. Now that he comes to think of it, he's almost standing at attention. He can't help but to feel tense; it's a new experience for him. Is it for Baylan too, or is he used to this kind of things?

Hunter stays in silence. He honestly has no idea what to say.

One of the Jedi's hand crawl up to brush through his long, wet hair, and another shiver spreads through Hunter's spine. If the man notices it, he doesn't point it out.

"Have you been with another male before, Hunter?" He gently asks, perhaps reading into his nervousness.

Hunter tries not to keen into the way the man plays with his hair. He's never been more gratefull for its length.

"N-no, Sir. I... Didn't even think I was into that" he admits.

Baylan hums, interested, and carefully tugs Hunter's hair down, forcing his chin up. He's so tall that Hunter is able to meet his eyes with the help of his curved spine.

A rush of pleasure travels through his veins, sending warmth towards his cock. It's hot, the way the older man is making him bend, how heavy and focused his stare is. A tiny sound escapes the clone's lips. The Jedi smirks almost imperceptibly.

"What is it about me that makes me special, then?" He asks, daring Hunter to confess his thoughts and admiration.

One hand starts a slow pace from his lower stomach up towards his neck, a teasing caress that brings goosebumps on Hunter's skin. The soldier has to make an effort to not close his eyes; to keep his mind clear enough to answer.

"You're..." shyness atempts to take hold of him, but Hunter pushes himself to say it. "Handsome. Big. Powerfull".

It's a good sum up, he thinks.

The last word seems to catch Baylan's attention.

"Mm. Powerfull" the hand in his hair tugs with a little more force, and Hunter feels his spine complaining, but he doesn't ask to be released from his firm hold. "A curious observation. I wonder if you find that attractive because you'd like to feel the exact opposite?"

The hand teasing his body climb up to his neck; and the General's fingers firmly close around it.

Hunter whines.

It's not impeeding his breathing; but it's strong enough that he feels threathened by it.

His cock throbs. A sort of dizzying cloud envelops the soldier's mind. Hunter's body curves further; pushing his own neck against the Jedi's strong grip and sticking his ass backwards, an unconcious plead to feel the older man's body on his.

Baylan chuckles, and conceeds Hunter's silent request. He closes the few inches between them with a single small step forward; and presses the whole length of his bigger body against the sergeant. Hunter feels simultaneously relieved and nervous; the General's own erection trapped between them, and very noticably pressed against his lower back.

"I'll take that as a yes" Baylan murmurs, amused, blue eyes roaming over Hunter's beautiful shape. "You don't have to feel ashamed. It works perfectly fine for me. I'm aware you're more than capable in the battlefield; the thought of being able to break that perfect little soldier disposition sends a rush of desire through me".

The Jedi finally releases his hold on both his hair and neck –Hunter slumping a bit forward inevitably, but inmediatly caught by the man's strong hands on his hips–; and Baylan brushes his lips over the spot behind his right ear.

"You want that, don't you? Want to please your General?" He taunts him, and Hunter whimpers in a mix of desire and humiliation.

"Answer me" the Jedi snaps, pushing his own hips against Hunter's backside.

He gasps.

"Y-yeah" he breathes out, red tinting his cheeks and neck. "Yes, Sir".

The man smiles, though Hunter is unable to see it. He caresses his hands up and down his sides; finally coming around to take two full hands of the clone's ass. Hunter sighs.

"Let me see you" the Jedi asks, voice low and raspy.

Hunter nods, and he stays put while the older man tugs his blacks down, moving down the zipper from neck to the base of his spine and then pushing it down further until he feels warm air in his thighs and ass. The fabric pooling right over his knees keeps him firm in place; he'd fall otherwise.

"Fuck" the General groans, rough fingertips caressing over Hunter's plump ass. "I can't wrap my head around how such a trained soldier can have such a pretty bubbly ass and thighs".

Hunter blushes and tries to hide under the courtain of his own hair; shivering upon the Jedi's caresses on his heated skin. He hears him untying his own pants; hears him divest his robes and his pants dropping onto the floor. He feels cold for a second before a new warmth presses back against his body; naked skin on naked skin feeling impossible delicious and exciting.

"You've got such soft thighs... It would be a mistake not to dedicate them some proper attention first, you know" he tells him, dick twitching where it's resting on the very top of Hunter's butt, and the smaller man shivers in his hands.

"W-what do you want me to do?" He asks, voice surprisingly meek for a firm confident person as him.

The Jedi answers with a pleasant sigh.

"Hold on" the man adjusts him and grabs himself with one hand, pushing his erection between Hunter's legs, hands then taking hold of the clone's surprisingly narrow waist. "There, now press your legs close together as tight as you can. I'm going to fuck your thighs".

Hunter moans and complies; a drop of precum on his own cock at the rush of desire and excitement of having the man between his legs, the General's dick big and hard pressing against the underside of his. God, this is...

"Good boy" he whispers over Hunter's ear. "Now stay right like that, and let me find pleasure in your body, little clone".

Hunter feels the last rational part of his mind vanishing. He whines loudly, arching like a slut, legs pressed together, letting the older man use his thighs like a warm sleeve toy for his cock. It brushes against his own, insistantly, one time after the other; and when Baylan bites a harsh nip on the side of his neck and orders him to stay quiet, Hunter trembles. And he finds himself starting to beg.

"Please" he whimpers, squirming involuntarily in the man's strong grip. "Please, Sir..."

Baylan groans. It's torture, the way the younger man looks so debauched in his arms; beautiful soft thighs trapping his erection and long hair moving with each thrust. Hunter is the prettiest man he's ever seen. He's strong and sexy; but simply pretty, too. His sweet chocolate eyes, the needy pout in his lips, the way his spine curves for him. So young, so inexperienced, so naive. Baylan aches to be inside of him as well.

"Sh, okay, soldier. Go lay down on the rucksack" he orders, taking a step back to watch him, and smirks in delight when the clone doesn't wait a single second to offer himself up to him.

Baylan strokes his cock while he watches him laying down; hunger spreading like a fire inside of him at Hunter's little trembles of excitement and uncertainty. Oh, Baylan's going to break him.

"Put something under your hips. I want to be able to fuck myself as deep as I can into you".

Hunter whimpers and nods; eyes scanning around before he grabs a backpack and pushes it under him. It's not the most comfortable; but they're not in a motel. This would do.

The Jedi finally kneels down; knees at both sides of Hunter's legs. He squeezes the soldier's ass in his hands twice; then plays along his crack. Hunter shivers; opening his legs wider.

"L-lube?" He has the mind to ask.

The Jedi holds up a hand; and a small bottle of bacta flies towards him. Hunter relaxes on top of the rucksack. Bacta is a common practice in the GAR.

"This will probably feel uncomfortable at first" the Jedi warns him, deciding to be particularly patient for the young one's first experience, at least for now. "Try to relax. I'm sure you'll grow to like it".

Hunter nods, and mentally braces himself for what's about to come. It is uncomfortable, as the Jedi said; but he had been so desperate to have more, to have something inside of him, it's almost a relief. He shushes his own sounds against his folded arm, closing his eyes and focusing in the small bliss.

Bayland doesn't even try to hit Hunter's prostate with his fingertips. He can feel the clone's emotions in the Force; desire and excitement swirling in a beautiful mix. He'd probably cum right on his fingers if he'd attempted it. Instead, the older man focuses on opening him up. He'd cum hugging his cock. He just needs to be a little patient.

Hunter whimpers when the General works him up to three fingers. He feels so full; and yet he still wants more. His hips are making tiny movements backwards; a silent request that the Jedi is quick to interpret.

"What is it, sergeant? Is this not enough for you?" He asks, voice rumbling behind him.

Hunter gives him a small moan and pushes his hips back. The Jedi hums.

"If you want my dick, you're going to have to ask for it".

His voice is firm, almost unbothered; it's so fucking sexy Hunter whines and arches his back in response, voicing his petition inmediately.

"Please General" he begs, breathless, fucking himself into his fingers. "I want your cock now".

The Jedi groans; directing Hunter's chin to the side so that he can kiss him deeply, swallowing the surprised sound that escapes the clone. Hunter sighs and melts into it. Baylan positions the tip of his dick against his entrance and takes the chance to slowly push it in.

Hunter whines and inmediately clenches at the intrusion; breaking the kiss apart and panting heavily.

"I know it's difficult to take" the older man whispers, nipping at his ear. "Breathe, Hunter, let yourself ease into it".

It's harder to do than to say; but the Jedi waits for him, and Hunter slowly relaxes around him. The General groans, and mumbles a few words of praise; hips moving in tiny tiny thrusts in and out. Hunter moans, eyes squeezed shut, trying to get used to all of this new sensations. He's so big... Hunter knows his ass is gonna' hurt tomorrow; and yet he's aching to experience more of it.

"I-I'm okay" he whispers, skin flushed, voice raspy.

Baylan smiles.

"I'll take your word for it" he answers, and the he all but pounds into him.

His long thick cock hits something deep inside of him –must be his prostate, he vaguely has the mind to process– and Hunter screams. It's muffled, his teeth biting into his own wrist; but still audible enough for people to probably hear it.

The Jedi chuckles and digs his fingertips in the younger man's hips; taking advantage of the heightened level given by the backpack under his hips to force himself deeper into him. Hunter pants like a bitch in heat. O-oh, fuck. This is wonderfull. This is so good, so good...

"So good..." he continues to voice out loud, not even aware of himself at the moment.

Baylan groans and changes positions after a few minutes; laying on top of him like a warm, heavy blanket and snapping his hips powerfully into him. The young clone moans; tears dripping down his cheeks at the mix of wonderfull emotions brought by this novelty.

"Such a tight hole" The Jedi grunts, his cock impossibly big inside Hunter's ass. "So beautifully submissive..."

Hunter whimpers.

The General moves back to stand on his knees again; dragging his body upwards as well. Suddenly, Hunter finds himself on hands and knees; the man's cock never leaving his insides for a single second. Although it's impossible, Hunter feels like he's gonna carve his insides with it's shape.

"That's it" the man groans, hands flying up to tangle with the clone's hair once more. "Take it, good boy".

Baylan is now fucking him with both hands taking a firm hold of his hair; drilling his cock against Hunter's prostate without a care in the world, as if the smaller man were his personal sex doll. As if he were nothing but a mindless animal; and he's so fucking turned on by all of it.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" He cries, a tiny, sweet voice he had never heard himself use before. "Sir, please!"

The Jedi groans and forces Hunter's neck down; pushing his upper body against the rucksack while his ass is still stuck up for him to play with.

"Mm. Want my cum, soldier?" He asks, railing Hunter's ass. "I'm a bit undecissive as where to release it. Should I paint your skin with it? Or do you want to feel my warm seed dripping inside of you?"

Hunter understands know why exactly some woman he'd fucked had begged him to cum as deep as he could in their pussy. He wants to be marked by him. Want to be filled to the brim. He's aware he's still a man, but for some reason... He's desperate to be bred by him.

"Inside" he begs, he's so close himself, he can tell. "I-inside, G-general, please..."

Baylan has never quite fucked someone so beautiful.

"You're not going to waist any drop? If I push my cum into you, I don't want it to go to waste".

Hunter cries.

"Please" his voice breaks. He's gonna' cum. He's gonna' cum, he's gonna' cum, he's gonna' cum... "Please, Sir!"

The Jedi groans and fucks himself deep into the clone's tight ass once, twice, before he's exploding and marking his insides with his seed.

"Take it" he grunts, mercilessly railing Hunter's prostate as his cock throbs inside his tight chanel. "Every. Last. Drop. That's it. Good boy".

Hunter whines and cums. A rush of electric pleasure zaps inside of him; spreading from his prostate all the way down to the very tip of his toes. He cries, moans and whimpers; body trembling and asshole clenching on Baylan's spent cock, his warm seed pooling inside of him.

It's so good. So much pleasure. Such a relief...

Hunter sighs, slumps, and just a quiet minute later, falls asleep.

The older man chuckles, eyes flickering over the young clone's exhausted but pleased face; finally pulling out of him. He watches his cum attempting to drip out of him; and unable to help himself, pushes it back inside with his fingers. Hunter whimpers and squirms; but his eyes remained close, exhaustion too prevalent. They had been fighting a battle for a week, after all, and clones can't draw energy from the Force.

The Jedi caresses his hair fondly in a moment of weakness and moves to rest next to him.

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The next morning, when the Batch is ready to make their way back to Corusscant in the Marauder to be redirected for another dangerous mission, Baylan offers his hand to the clone courteously.

"May the Force be with you, sargeant Hunter" and with a teasing smirk that brings a blush on the man's bronze skin adds. "It was a pleasure to have you".

THE END.

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You trace kisses down his body, all the way to his shaft. You admire him for a second before licking him from the balls up to the tip of his hard cock. His pre cum is glistening.

“Will you be a good boy for me? Keep your hands on your sides. No moving.” You said. “Yes, commander.” He replied.

You then start sucking. Slow and steady, bopping your head up and down. You suck his balls; lick circles around the head of his cock. You give him pleasure and his moans fill the room of the ship. But then you stop as you feel that he’s about to cum. “Commander…” he whimpers. “You cum when I say so.” You said.

You get back to work on his cock, now with your hands. He’s whimpering all over, trying so hard not to cum. “Commander please!” He begs and whines at the same time. You stop again, giving it a minute, and continue.

His breath is heavy and increasing rapidly. He bucks his hips up and slightly moves his hand towards yours. You then used the force to put him back in place. “I said no moving.” Your voice is dominant. He stays still.

You pick up the pace with your hands, pumping him, stopping every five seconds. You removed your hand and was about to get back to it, but Hunter couldn’t handle it anymore and cums. His voice is shaky. “I’m so- I’m sorry, commander.”

He wasn’t a good boy. He failed. So now you’re gonna have to teach him a lesson. You put your hand back on him and jerk him as fast as you can, overstimulating him. Knowing Hunter’s heightened senses, you give him a minute to recover.

The bandanna is still covering his eyes. You take off your clothes; now fully naked. He couldn’t see you, but he could smell you. He could smell your arousal and with that, he’s hard again. “You’ve disobeyed orders, Hunter.” You said, positioning yourself on top of him.

You slowly sink down on him, taking his length and you ride him. He loves when you clench around him and you love the way he makes you feel.

You pick up the pace. Your high is chasing and with a few rubs on your clit, you cum around him. “Cum in me, I want you to cum inside me.” You said, panting, with your foreheads together. He cums. Deep inside of you. And he is loud.

Both of you are out of breath. The door creaks and in walks Tech. He drops his datapad, freezes, apologizes, and walks back out.

You take off his blindfold and give him soft kisses. “I love you.” You said. “I love you more.” He replied. You smile. “Alright, dark and broody, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tech is traumatized, but you and Hunter had a fun evening.