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My Bounty	By : typoking Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I’m really sorry about this my friend, especially after all you’ve done for us.”
Night Edge stared at the elderly zabrak man who served as Vapor Town’s new mayor, an odd mix of emotions running through his brain. Tilting his helmeted head forward in a subtle nod, the vigilante turned away from the mayor, moving towards the open window he’d entered the office through “No problem. I knew you wouldn’t need me eventually. Take care.”
“Ado,” the sound of his name caused Night Edge to stop momentarily, one foot on the windowsill. Glancing back at mayor, he saw the zabrak looking down at his hands, the datapad that contained the Hutts’ ultimatum still clenched firmly in his fingers. “You will always have a place here. Perhaps not as a protector, but the people of Vapor Town won’t forget what you’ve done for us.”
Ado felt a warm sensation twisting in his gut, but nevertheless gave only a slight nod in response before heading out the window and vanishing into the night. He took the long way back to his main safehouse, stopping at times in the shadows of one of the rickety old structures that made up Vapor Town’s buildings to watch as the citizens carried on with their daily lives, unaware that the silent protector they had counted on for so long was about to slip away forever, no longer needed. It amazed him how different the place was from when he’d first arrived: now there were people actually lingering about and talking to one another, no longer trying to get to their destinations as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid catching the attention of the numerous gangs that had once prowled the streets. Militia guards watched over the citizens of Vapor Town as they went about their business instead of criminal enforcers. Even the buildings themselves, which once seemed to be on the verge of collapse were looking better. The moisture vaporators that dotted the roofs and walkways of the district now merely decorative, relics of a far more desperate time.
Night Edge knew how lucky he’d been. The Hutt who oversaw this part of the city was a lazy bastard, letting the gangs do whatever they wanted so long as they paid their taxes, but had he sent in a full force to end the vigilante’s crusade, Night Edge might very well have succumbed to them. Instead, something of a compromise had been reached between the Hutt and the people of Vapor Town. The now mayor of Vapor Town, someone with good economic sense, had convinced the Hutt that a wealthier district meant more money, and if there was any amount of love to be found in a Hutt’s stone cold heart, it was the love of money. In order to appease the Hutt, however, Night Edge had to disappear. Apparently vigilantes were bad for business.
Ado wasn’t worried about the people of Vapor Town anymore. If there was one thing he’d given them, it was the will to stand up for themselves. He knew that if anyone tried to put them under heel again, they would fight. Still, as he reached the hidden door to his safehouse, Night Edge noted that he was left with one serious question:
What was he going to do now?
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Boba Fett was in a good mood.
He’d just finished up another lucrative contract for the Empire and was now looking to make up for his last vacation’s sudden end. It’d been over a month since the bounty hunter had last seen Janic and Boba had a little surprise for the vigilante. So here he was, strolling through the streets of Vapor Town in full armor with a bag slung over his shoulder containing a few “goodies”. He’d been accosted by some of the militia guards upon entering the district over his armaments. After getting over his initial shock at how different the district was from the last time he’d been there, Boba had persuaded the guards to let him through without too much of a fuss. No air quotes there, he’d actually used his words instead of his guns! Who says Boba Fett can’t be charming when he wants to be? (A certain blue twi’lek with a tongue too sharp for her own good, that’s who.)
So here he was, heading towards Janic’s main safehouse, hoping to find the vigilante there. He didn’t need to bother asking any of the locals for directions (though he’d be disappointed if they could actually give him any). He’d been there before, after all…
The bounty hunter and the vigilante had first met a few months back, when Boba had taken on a particularly large bounty that had been set on the vigilante by several lowlifes and other criminal elements, in particular one Ventus Traven, egomaniacal CEO of the construction company Uppercity Industries. Night Edge had been sabotaging the construction of a new Water Treatment Plant Uppercity Ind. had been building in the vigilante’s turf. Over the course of his hunt for Night Edge, Boba had learned the truth: Traven, for some mad, vindictive reason, was planning on poisoning the water supply of Vapor Town with a particularly infectious strain of the rakghoul plague from his home planet of Taris using the Treatment Plant. If his plan succeeded, then a significant portion of Nar Shaddaa would become infected before any attempt at a quarantine could be made, the disease might even have spread off-world thanks to the high level of traffic coming to and from the Smuggler’s Moon at all times. For reasons of his own (and no, it was NOT out of the goodness of his heart thank-you-very-much!) Boba decided to team up with the vigilante and bring Traven’s mad scheme to an end.
One dead crazy CEO later, and Boba had found himself in quite the predicament: the bounty on Night Edge still stood, and while the paycheck might have been cut severely without Traven’s money added to it, it was still a substantial amount. However, Boba had seen for himself just how dangerous Janic was, to the point that the bounty hunter doubted he could take the vigilante on in a fair one-on-one fight (though he’d never admit it out loud). Add to that the fact that Janic may-or-may-not have saved Boba’s life by curing him when Boba had contracted the rakghoul plague during his hunt for Night Edge, and the fact that the vigilante had earned a fair bit of Boba’s respect during their takedown of Traven, and the bounty hunter was left with quite the conundrum. In the end, Boba had made Night Edge a (generous) offer: the vigilante would pay Boba a small percent of his bounty every month, stay clear of Jabba’s interests on the moon, as well as agreeing to aid Boba if he ever wanted help with a contract on Nar Shaddaa. In return, Boba Fett would never attempt to claim the bounty on Night Edge’s head.
As for the sex? Well that was just a nice bonus. During a lull in the fight against Traven, Janic had taken the bounty hunter to his main safehouse to clean up and while showering, still running high on the adrenaline from the last fight, they’d fucked. It was an enjoyable experience and Boba had left the option of doing it again open when he’d made his deal with Janic. To his delight, the vigilante accepted, and Boba had a new fuck-buddy available when he was on Nar Shaddaa.
It wasn’t long before Boba arrived at the alcove where the entrance to Night Edge’s safehouse was hidden. He raised a gloved fist up and banged twice on the door. Janic had (wisely) never given Boba the access codes to his safehouses, but that mattered little, Boba had gotten a bypass to the type of lock Janic used from Dona. Boba knew that the concealed cameras Janic had placed on the exterior of the entrance would have already focused on him. If the vigilante wasn’t home then Boba would just use the bypass and wait for him inside, it wouldn’t be the first time.
Thankfully, it looked like the vigilante was in, as a few seconds later the door to the safehouse slid open and Boba casually stepped inside. What met him caught the bounty hunter by surprise, however. Instead of the usual untidy mess he’d come to expect from his previous visits, the safehouse was surprisingly barren. Gone were the nutrient bar wrappers, opened weapon kits, and occasional bit of memorabilia Boba had come to expect from prior visits. Even the open shower space was cleaner than normal. Janic was standing by a small cot placed in the corner of the room, wearing all his armor except for the helmet and facemask of his undersuit. He was currently wrapping the sheets stripped from the cot around what looked like a large, jagged tooth. An open bag was lying on the mattress with the vigilante’s helmet and facemask, filled with Janic’s possessions.
Boba cocked an eyebrow beneath his visor as the door automatically shut behind him “Going somewhere?”
Janic spared him a quick glance before turning back to wrapping up the tooth “Sorry, Fett, I’m a little busy at the moment. If you want my help with something you’ll have to wait.”
Frowning, Boba set the bag he was carrying down by the door and walked up to stand next to the vigilante. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Janic sighed, setting the partially wrapped tooth on top of the bag. “Vapor Town doesn’t need me anymore. I’m off to find fresh hunting grounds, as it were.”
Boba nodded, he’d figured something like this would happen sooner or later. “So where are you going to go?”
Janic shrugged, finishing wrapping the tooth. “Dunno’ to be honest. I’ll probably be hard to find for a little while.”
Suddenly, an idea popped into Boba’s head. “You can stay at my place.”
Perhaps it was risky, letting someone he’ll probably have to kill sooner or later stay in his apartment, but if the vigilante went wandering Nar Shaddaa unsupervised, there’s no telling who he might cross. This way, Boba could “help” Janic find a new place to engage his silly heroics and, more importantly, make sure he didn’t accidently step on Jabba’s toes- er, tail.
A teasing voice that sounded suspiciously like Dona flited into his head “Are you sure you’re not just worried about him Boba-dearie?” it cooed. Boba promptly shot said imaginary voice in the skull and tossed the carcass into an incinerator.
Back in reality and away from his disturbed mental landscape, Boba noticed Janic giving him a surprised look. “I… really?” the vigilante said, mouth agape.
Boba shrugged, “Sure, why not? I could use someone watching the place when I’m not there, so long as you aren’t…” he made a point of looking around the once messy room “…untidy.”
Janic’s ears turned red and he rubbed the back of his head “Yeah… uh… yeah I can do that.”
Smirking beneath his helmet, Boba stepped forward and slapped a hand on Janic’s rear “I also enjoy having my assets, close by.”
The vigilante rolled his eyes “And you say my lines are bad.”
Ignoring the backtalk, Boba released Janic’s rear walked back to the bag he’d left by the door. “But in exchange…” a teasing tone lit Boba’s voice as he held up the bag and said “You have to do something for me…”
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Once they had taken Ado’s stuff to Fett’s apartment and stored it away to be unpacked later, the bounty hunter had shoved the bag he’d been carrying this whole time into the vigilante’s arms and gruffly told him to get clean and change into what was inside while Fett handled parking the younger man’s speeder. Now, Ado stared at the bathroom mirror of Fett’s bedroom, admiring his reflection. To be honest, when the vigilante had said they needed some “proper gear”, he hand actually expected Fett to buy any, but sure enough, the bounty hunter had purchased a full set of adjustable black leather cuffs and a collar. Ado had stripped himself naked and applied gear to his body; one pair of cuffs was strapped around his biceps, another around his wrists, the third just above his knees, and the final pair wrapped around his ankles. Each cuff had a small chain with a clip on the end attached to it, no doubt meant to be used in conjunction with the metal D-rings adorning the cuffs to restrain the wearer. For the moment, Ado had decided to forego binding himself, figuring that Fett would probably want to do it. The collar sat snugly around his neck, tight, but not restrictive, complete with its own little ring where a leash could be attached.
Ado flexed a little to make sure that everything was comfortable, as well as to admire the tightness of the dark leather against his straining muscles, his cock twitching a little at the sensation of the leather against his skin. Satisfied, Ado turned his attention to the last item in the bag: a padded leather muzzle gag. Designed to fit snugly and comfortably over one’s mouth, the strap was meant to wrap around his head and then get cinched down with the buckle placed on the front of the muzzle. All-in-all, fairly standard, but what made Ado smirk was the placement of a large rubber insert on the interior of the muzzle, shaped like the head of a penis.
Leave it to Fett to want to have something to suck on when gagged.
Shaking his head in amusement, Ado grabbed the gag but did not put it on just yet. He couldn’t pass up on the chance to tease the bounty hunter. To his disappointment, however, the bounty hunter had yet to return. Shrugging, Ado dropped the gag onto the nightstand and plopped himself down on the bed, stretching out as he waited for Fett to get back.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long, as not ten minutes later the bounty hunter came up the steps, still wearing his full armor. Fett stopped on seeing the vigilante, his helmeted head tilting as he gave Ado a predatory look that sent shivers down the younger man’s spine and straight to his cock. Kriff, he’d forgotten just how intimidating that Mandalorian armor could be. The thought of the bounty hunter bending Ado over and claiming him while wearing it was enough to make his dick twitch in anticipation.
(In the corner of his mind, another fantasy sprung to life. One where Ado took the bounty hunter, pushed him to his knees, and painted the Mando’s helm with his cum, marking Fett as his.)
“You look comfortable.” Fett said dryly.
“Well, since I’ll be living here, I figured I might as well make myself at home.” Ado retorted, putting his hands behind his head.
Fett shook his head “You’re not sleeping in my room.”
“Kicking me to the couch already?” Ado teased “And here I was thinking we had something special!”
Fett was probably rolling his eyes beneath his visor. To Ado’s disappointment, the bounty hunter moved over to the armor locker and began to remove his gear, staring with the helmet. Upon noticing the vigilante watching him strip, Fett shot him a curious look. “What?”
Ado pursed his lips “I was kinda hoping you were gonna fuck me in your armor.”
Fett’s eyebrows raised “I… why?”
Sitting up, Ado shrugged, “Cause I think it’s sexy. Do I need another reason?”
Fett shrugged, removing his jetpack, “I suppose not,” he said, adding gruffly “but I’m not doing that.”
Ado frowned at the other man’s tone “Why not? Have you done it before?”
The bounty hunter’s face contorted into grimace as he bent over to remove his boots. “Not since the Fuck Planet.”
Ado blinked, caught off guard “The… the what?”
Straightening up and stowing his boots into the locker, Fett shot him a sharp glare “I don’t want to talk about it.”
The vigilante cocked an eyebrow “You can’t just mention a ‘Fuck Planet’ and not elaborate!”
The bounty hunter grunted as he continued to strip off his armor “I can, and I did. All I’ll tell you is that I needed to buy new armor after it.”
Ado’s brows furrowed and he crossed his arms “That just makes me want to know even more! What were you even doing on this ‘Fuck Planet’?”
Fett sighed, finishing putting away his armor “I was chasing a bounty who ran there. Look up Tindra IV on the holo-net if you want to know more about it.”
Making a mental note to do just that, Ado watched as Fett completely stripped himself of his remaining clothing, noting the numerous scars that crisscrossed his muscular body. Idly, the vigilante wondered what other stories those scars could tell.
Finally, Fett had stripped completely nude, and turned to Ado, eyes lingering on the collar and cuffs the vigilante wore. “Everything fit okay?”
Ado nodded “Yeah, all good, everything’s comfortable.” He said, adding with a wink “Though I’m sure you already knew that.”
Fett crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “I have no idea what you mean. You’re the one who wanted some, ‘proper gear’ remember?”
Ado smirked, “Is that right?” reaching over, he grabbed the gag off of the nightstand and held it up for Fett to see, making a point to ensure the rubber pecker was visible. “Because somehow I get the feeling this thing is more for you than for me, Mr. Oral Fixation.”
Fett narrowed his eyes at the vigilante. “I don’t have an oral fixation.”
Was Fett… pouting? Oh, kriff that’s adorable! Ado snickered, “Fett, I have never met someone who loves sucking cock as much as you do.”
The bounty hunter glanced away, a faint blush dusting his olive cheeks. “Still doesn’t mean I have a fixation.” He grumbled defiantly.
Ado rolled his eyes, grin growing broader “Whatever you say, buddy.”
Glaring at the vigilante, Fett climbed onto the bed. “Wrists.” He commanded.
Ado was taken aback by the brusqueness of the command but obliged the bounty hunter, dropping the gag onto the bed and holding out his arms in front of him. Without another word, Fett connected the two chains from the cuffs on his wrists together, then did the same with the cuffs on his biceps, binding Ado’s arms in front of him.
Once he was done the bounty hunter commanded “Roll onto your hands and knees.”
“You’re not exactly handling this whole ‘foreplay’ thing very well, you realize that right?” Ado quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little.
“Shut up and roll over.”
Sighing at the bounty hunter not taking the bait, the vigilante complied, rolling over and doing his best to balance himself with his bound hands while Fett proceeded to bind the cuffs on his legs and ankles together. Once the bounty hunter was done he ran his hands up Ado’s thighs to gently massage his waist. Gulping, all wit gone from his tongue, Ado looked over his shoulder back at Fett. The bounty hunter was gazing hungrily at his ass, hands straying up to grope a buttock each and spread him wide. Looking up to meet Ado’s eyes, a predatory grin flashed across Fett’s face that made the hairs on the back of the vigilante’s neck stand up on end and caused him to turn away to hide the blush on his face. Fett pressed his hips flush against Ado’s ass, grinding his length between the vigilante’s cheeks. Leaning over the taller man beneath him as best he could, Fett reached up a hand to grab Ado’s chin and turn his head back towards him.
Once the vigilante was looking at him once more, Fett asked “Signal?”
Ado gulped “One snap for yes, two for no or stop.”
Fett’s smile held no warmth, only hunger “Good, now open.”
At some point, the bounty hunter had grabbed the gag off the mattress and the moment Ado parted his lips, he shoved the rubber pecker into his mouth, wrapping the strap around the vigilante’s head and slipping it through the buckle, locking the muzzle in place and silencing any further comments.
Ado flexed his jaw so that the pecker sat better in his mouth. The rubber of the false phallus was big enough to almost fill his mouth completely, pushing his tongue down against the base of his mouth and nearly reaching far enough back to tickle his throat. The padding of the muzzle was soft but secure against his cheeks.
Fett leaned back, watching the vigilante carefully “Is it comfortable?”
Ado took a deep breath through his nose and nodded grunting out through the muzzle an affirmative “Mm hm.”
Grinning, Fett leaned back, pushing himself away from the vigilante. A moment later, Ado felt the bounty hunter’s fingers probing his anus. “Let’s get things started then.” Fett said as he pushed his fingers through the tight ring of Ado’s ass.
The moment Fett’s fingers brushed over the nerves of Ado’s prostate, a muffled moan escaped the vigilante. Shifting slightly to rest on his forearms, Ado closed his eyes and allowed himself to be swept away in the sensations of Fett massaging his insides with those nimble fingers. After several minutes of simulating his prostate, the bounty hunter had reduced Ado to a twitching mess; it was all he could do just to stay upright.
Another rub of Fett’s fingers sent violent shivers wracking down Ado’s spine. He glanced back over his shoulder at the bounty hunter, “Mmm, mmmh, mmmph!” he whimpered through the muzzle, pleading for more.
Fett smirked and rubbed the vigilante’s prostate once more, drawing out another whine. “Want to move things along?”
Ado nodded vigorously, snapping his fingers once and grunting around the gag. The vigilante’s eyes fell shut once more as he felt the bounty hunter withdraw his fingers. He heard the wrinkle of a condom wrapper and a few moments later, the cool wet head of Fett’s covered cock was probing his entrance, slowly spreading him open. Ado moaned as he felt the dick push inside him, filling him up. Once the bounty hunter’s length was embedded within the vigilante, Ado felt lips on his shoulder, arms wrapping around him, a chest pressing against his back, and a hand wrapping itself around the collar on his neck. Without another word, Fett began to move his hips and the vigilante was lost in a world of bliss. Every thrust was perfectly aimed, every push of the bounty hunter’s length against his sensitive prostate made waves of pleasure crash through Ado’s body. The tempo was slow, almost agonizingly so, and Ado begged through his gag for more, more, more!
There was breath against his ear, and Ado heard the bounty hunter growl. “I think the next thing I’ll buy is a blindfold.” Fett said, punctuating his sentences with a thrust of his hips “Hells, maybe even a full hood: to really isolate you so you’ll think about nothing but my cock in your ass.” The tempo of his thrusts slightly increased with each emphasized word “After that, I think I’ll indulge in some heavier gear, like an armbinder, or a straightjacket.” The bounty hunter chuckled darkly “Perhaps I’ll even get a full on sleepsack for you, so you can do nothing but wiggle like a worm while I fuck you. Again. And again. And again!” Pressing a kiss against his shoulder, Fett growled “Would you like that? To be my little bounty?”
Ado whimpered at the prospect, his cock twitching madly beneath him, begging to be touched. The vision of himself immobilized, unable to do anything as the bounty hunter pounded him was already enough to make him want to come, but then he thought of their positions being reversed: of Fett being the one to be trapped in the sleepsack, unable to do more than wiggle and whimper as the vigilante claimed the bounty hunter again and again. That thought, combined with the pleasure radiating throughout his body, was almost enough to make him burst on the spot.
“Mmmph, mmph!” Ado moaned, begging for release.
He could feel the bounty hunter’s smirk against his skin, “Heh, I thought so.” And with that Fett began to pound him in earnest.
It didn’t take long after that. The bounty hunter chased his own orgasm ferociously, and just when Ado started to think he couldn’t take any more, he felt the other man’s breath hitch and his length pulse inside of the vigilante, and a hand wrapped itself around Ado’s cock. That was all it took, his vision flashed white and tremors wracked his body as his cock throbbed in Fett’s hands, his cum spraying all over the sheets.
Ado let his head rest against his forearms as the last tremors of his orgasm subsided and he felt Fett pull himself out of the vigilante’s ass. Letting his eyes drift shut once more, Ado waited for the bounty hunter to start untying him. Instead, he felt the hand on his cock squeeze once and the bed shift as the bounty hunter repositioned himself. Opening his eyes, Ado looked down to see that Fett was now laying sideways on his back beneath the vigilante, head level with the larger man’s cock.
Noticing Ado’s eyes on him, Fett looked up and winked at the vigilante “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” And without another word Fett leaned up and wrapped his hungry lips around the vigilante’s length.
What’d I tell you? Ado smirked beneath his gag as the bounty hunter suckled needily on the sensitive head of his cock, seeking to bring the vigilante to orgasm once again and fill the smaller man’s mouth with his seed. Oral. Fixation.
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