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Confusion	By : reulte Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 4579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Neither Star Wars: The Clone Wars nor the characters Gus or Slick are mine. I make no money from this writing.

Chapter List
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Normally Slick wouldn’t have been able to get so close to the trooper without his knowledge. Chopper was that good. It was one reason why Slick had started with Chopper first. But now Chopper’s attention was all on something he held in his hand and Slick smiled as he heard the slight noise of a flimsi, some drawing Sketch had done, which held Chopper’s attention so tightly bound.
Chopper breathed heavily then breathed out a cleansing breath in the humidity of the shower room. His empty hand reached between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bench.
Slick smiled and gently, silently, leaned against the door jam, half hid by the bank of lockers. Chopper would easily see him if he glanced around, even if he looked only slightly to one side where the mirrors reflected. Slick was using the mirrors. From behind he saw only Chopper’s back; scars stretching over his shoulders, red roughness of healed burn tissue, the deep edge of a scar wrapping around his ribs. But in the mirror…
Chopper’s face was pleased at whatever drawing Sketch had done. Chopper wasn’t erect, yet and the fingers of one hand were aimlessly touching his cock and balls, stroking his inner thighs lightly. His head moved gently as his eyes looked over whatever Sketch had drawn with a thoughtful expression on his face. Slick saw the hand between his legs gently caress his cock with the back of his thumb as he held his balls, rolling them in his hands.
Chopper nodded, making some decision. His hand moved with purpose now; cupping the head of his cock, to manipulate and twist to his satisfaction. He purred in the back of his throat. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured to the drawing as his hand began the rhythmic sliding along the length of his cock. “I want you; want to please you so much.” There was a pause, as if Chopper was listening. “It’s been such a long time.”
Slick waited until the trooper was panting heavily, growling deep in his throat, inarticulately talking to the drawing, his hand pulling at his cock harder and faster. Slick waited until he heard the slight sound of a flimsi set to one side of the bench so Chopper could masterbate with both hands and still see the drawing.
Chopper was moaning, his breath short and hard in his throat and Slick could see in the mirror’s image Chopper’s actions. He watched as Chopper pressed the palm of one curved hand against the head of his cock, his other hand sliding up, pulling his cock longer. Then he switched hands and Slick could see for just an instant the glistening wetness of pre-cum on Chopper’s hand. He could see the beginning rhythm of Chopper’s body sway even as he sat. He could see Chopper’s balls drawing up tight.
Slick gave his own hardness a pat. It was time.
“Chopper,” Slick’s voice rang out as if pleased to see the trooper and beneath his jovialness echoing slightly in the tiled showers he heard a slight hiss from Chopper, heard the slapping sound of Chopper’s hands on his cock suddenly stop.
To himself, Slick smiled.
Chopper trembled but didn’t otherwise move. He was a stature sitting on the bench near the shower. Slick saw his cock, moments ago hard, erect, reaching upward and weeping pre-cum, begin softening.
Even better, Slick thought to himself.
“Oh,” Slick spoke almost as though he had actually come upon Chopper accidentally. “I didn’t mean to….” His eyes shifted around, avoiding Chopper’s hands and what Chopper had been so obviously doing, as if seeking some escape. Seemingly by accident, Slick’s eyes lit upon the drawing. He bent and softly picked it up by the edges.
It was Chopper; so many different views of Chopper, in coitus with various women. A lithe Twi’lek dancer had curled herself around Chopper, stretching high on her toes so her face was reaching toward him as her hand fondled his erectness, her lekku curled around his neck in a tight embrace. Chopper twisted around her, his arm pulling her leg to his waist tightly as his head bent down to her small, firm breasts and his cock slid along her leg towards her most private part. Another drawing had a woman, Zeltron if Slick wasn’t mistaken, shoulders flat on some surface while the rest of her body arched upwards in esctasy, her own hands reaching to pull at her nipples while Chopper knelt between her widely-spread legs, his cock buried deeply into her cunt, the artist’s perspective from behind Chopper’s shoulder, looking down.
Slick swallowed at that one, committing it to his memory changing only the details of the trooper.
Another drawing had a woman kneeling in front of Chopper, his hands spreading her hair like a cape while her lips and tongue tasted him, sliding around his cock.
Slick gave a slight noise in his throat and his own cock twitched at the idea of being so treated.
Another drawing had Chopper leaning against some surface, a pillar or a wall, pushing his cock into a woman also leaning against something behind her, her legs braced against the wall at Chopper’s back, Chopper’s big hands pulling the round cheeks of her ass towards him.
A masterpiece, Slick could almost see the swaying movement of her body as Chopper drew it towards him, to plunge his hardness into her. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open… Slick’s own cock protested again, pressing against his trousers hard, almost painfully, and Slick sighed, remembering why he was here. It wasn't to see a drawing of beautiful sexy women doing wonderfully sexy fucking...
There were more, more drawings than Slick could individually make out at a single glance, all drawings of Chopper, his scars so evident, fucking and being fucked by so many different females. Twi’lek, Togruta, Zeltros, Wroonian, Human. Each woman giving herself totally to Chopper in double pleasure. Sketch had made each of these women individual. Slick could see that Twi’lek was young and inexperienced, her eyes sparkling. The Zeltros woman was older, more knowledgeable, her hands hard with some sort of physical labor, her body lean with daily tasks and childbirth marks. The Wroonian was rich, plump with flesh soft like velvet, her hair disarranged from the jewels on her head; the cover she had coyly wrapped around herself and Chopper’s shoulders as they sat together, as her hands played with him, was highly decorated.
Slick reached down to his own hardening cock and gave it a rub as he set the drawing back on the bench. His mind found the words which would destroy Chopper’s enjoyment.
“It was kind of Sketch,” Slick said as he leaned over the trooper with one hand on Chopper’s bare shoulder, the other with fingers gesturing to the drawings, brushing against one woman's breast with a tightly budded nipple, “to draw these for you.“
Slick drew back slightly, as if Chopper was contamination itself, as if just remembering his scars. “We all know there’s never going to be a real woman for you. After all, Chopper, women don’t like scars.”
Slick turned on his heel, wondering if he should apologize for interrupting, but decided that would be too much sympathy. Chopper would see through the façade. He moved out the door then paused, waiting.
He smiled as he heard the crinkle of the flimsi as it was crumpled in Chopper’s hands, the angry exertion of Chopper as he tried to throw something so light and delicate across the room, and the small scratch of the flimisi hitting the tiled wall and bouncing to the floor. With a sneer at the sound of Chopper’s harsh breathing, Slick strode down the hallway.
He’d come find the drawing later. It had been wonderfully erotic and he would use it later for his own pleasure. Slick rubbed the hardness of his cock as he considered going into his office, then smiled again as he purposefully strode down the corridor towards where Gus had duty. Gus could easily kneel in front of him like the drawing of that woman; could easily take Slick’s cock into his mouth and Slick only had to shut his eyes to see that woman Sketch had drawn.
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Chopper sat, naked on the bench. It had been good until Slick had come. Odd, that Slick had seemed almost apologetic for interrupting Chopper and after commenting on the drawing Sketch had given him, had left the showers to give Chopper privacy.
Chopper cupped his genitals in one of his warm hands and gave a gentle squeeze. In the end, it hadn’t mattered. Slick had been right; no woman wanted a man with scars like his; no woman wanted some mentally deficient, half-life trooper.
Chopper sighed as he bent and picked up the balled flimsi. Gently, he pulled out the crumples and tried to flatten it on the bench. There was still a crease over Sa’Tali’s face reaching up to her elegant montrals. Chopper pressed his finger along the crease trying to erase it.
“I’m sorry Sa’tali,” he said softly with a slight smile as his finger traced the curve of her waist; what he was doing, where his hand rested, in the drawing as she rode him. Her legs were on either side of his hips and she was leaning forward, her breasts pressed flat against his chest. Visually, sexually in the drawing, Chopper could see the length of his cock in her only at the tip of its head as she prepared to slide back down again; the drawing catching them as if Sketch was sitting cross-legged at Chopper’s feet. But it was her expression that Chopper tried to see, tried to press the wrinkle from with his fingertip. She was forehead to forehead with him, her eyes bright with love at seeing him again, at joy because he’d been gone too long…
That had been the story Punch had told him of Sa’Tali. Sketch had done the drawings and Punch had told Chopper the stories of every one of those women making love to Chopper. There was Iatuya, plump and rich, who Chopper had rescued from a wild gundark. There was sweet, virgin Lumurya who Chopper had won in a sabacc game and freed, returning her to Ryloth. There was Gella who hadn’t been able to run her ranch without a man’s strength. Good stories from Punch to match Sketch’s drawings of wonderful women for Chopper. It had been a wonderful gift.
Chopper sighed, flattened the flimsi one last time with his hand.
Sketch hadn’t simply drawn Chopper with various women in various sexual positions; Sketch had named them, convinced Punch to tell stories about them, to tell Chopper what they did and, more, how they had met the scarred trooper. How Chopper had come to know them and how they had come to love him and Chopper could see that in their faces. Love and joy and hope and peace; it was all in their faces for Chopper to see. Sketch and Punch had made love stories for him after the night Slick had taken them to the women’s house and one of the women at laugh at Chopper when he tried to kiss her.
“I’m sorry, Chopper,” Slick had said the next morning. “I guess women don’t like scars.”
Of course not, but Chopper had wondered at the triumph Slick couldn’t quite keep out of his voice.
They weren’t real women anymore. Chopper suspected they had become only flat pictures the moment Slick had touched the page. But it had been a fine gift and Chopper wasn’t about to let the gift go unappreciated even if he could no longer enjoy the women.
Chopper folded the flimsi carefully. He’d set it in his armor, on his chest. When he died, Sketch and Punch would see it, would know that he had appreciated the gift. Each day when he armored up, he would see what two brothers had done for him.
No matter that the women were no longer alive; no matter that they were no more than grey lines on the flimsi.
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When Slick returned to the shower in the late hours of night closer to morning, he couldn’t find the flimsi. He rubbed the back of his head then shrugged. It didn’t matter. He had put another set of scars on Gus that afternoon; he had put an invisible mark on Chopper as well.
He smiled as he felt his cock grow thick at the thought of the drawing of so many women in sex, at the memory of feeling Gus’s mouth and tongue on his cock, the wet sucking noises, the tremors of Gus beneath him.
It didn’t matter about the flimsi; he’d order Sketch to draw something…
Maruli… his mind whispered.
NOT Maruli, he snarled to himself. Not Maruli!
He was doing all this for Maruli.
He turned on his heel angrily moving away from the showers.
He had forbidden Sketch to draw… how dare he draw something as implausible as Chopper with women?
Slick suddenly stopped and smiled as he began rubbing his throbbing hardness beneath his garrison greys. Gus was never quite satisfactory; Slick would have to visit the women again. Soon. They were beautiful and wonderfully knowledgeable in pleasing him, far more so than Gus though Gus tried harder.
He wondered what he could take to pay them; he was running out of coins. Although the price he paid for the woman to play with Chopper then laugh at his lust... that had been well worth it.
Chopper had broken that night. Slick knew it; knew that he had also cracked the brother pair, knew that he had irreparably damaged Jester. Gus was broken as well; so proud to be sergeant’s second, yet not understanding why he was shamed by the sex, by being owned and marked by Slick.
Slick laughed softly in the back of his throat. He’d set the favors of Gus in his next game of sabacc; it might be interesting to watch Gus try to please someone else, some highly experienced Christophsan. He grinned, perhaps he’d set up virgin Jester as his game stake. The Christophsans he played sabacc with would be willing to gamble high for Jester. Slick nodded to himself; that would take some doing – Jester wasn’t broken to Slick’s will yet. Neither were the pair of brothers Sketch and Punch, but Slick knew their weaknesses.
He’d have Sketch draw Punch, writhing in ecstasy, his hands circling around his own cock, his mouth screaming wide in pleasure as Slick, riding him, plunged his hard cock into Punch…
And he make Sketch draw a bite-mark of ownership on Punch’s shoulder.
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