Title: Owned (for a While)
By: Mrs_Ianto_Jones
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: AO
Warning: BDSM, Explicit Sex, Swearing
Summary: Ianto wants some time off. Jack decides he should earn it his way.***
PrologueThe sun was dropping rapidly from the sky, bringing on a moonless night. Ianto locked the ‘Tourist Office' door and made his way to the car park and his car. It had been a quiet day, but Ianto was still pleased to be going home. Jack had tried to persuade him to stay but, despite being very tempted, Ianto had declined.
It didn't take him long to get home and was soon sitting down with a cup of tea. Ianto laid his head on the back of the sofa and tried to empty his mind. Torchwood was his life, a life he enjoyed these days, but sometimes it threatened to consume him. Ianto usually thrived on responsibility and challenge, but he needed a break. Reaching across the table, he picked up the phone and dialled Jack's number.
"Ianto, have you changed your mind about tonight?"
"Sorry Jack, no," replied Ianto wearily.
He told Jack about his need for time off. Jack listened carefully and told Ianto he would give his request due consideration.
"I'll get back to you in an hour, Yan."
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Exactly one hour later, Ianto's doorbell rang. It was opened to reveal Captain Harkness carrying a pizza and a bottle of wine. Although he would never admit, Ianto was quite happy to see him.
"I have a proposition," Jack announced, before breezing into the flat.
He flung his coat onto a kitchen chair, then helped himself to plates and glasses form one of the cupboards. He invited Ianto to sit down (on his own chair), and poured out the wine. They both tucked into the pizza, in silence.
"What's this proposition then?" queried Ianto eventually.
"I agree you need a break," Jack told him. "Everyone succumbs to mental exhaustion every now and again."
"But...?"
"No buts," said Jack. "I won't lie to you though. I want to play with you tonight and my proposition is this. You let me use you and you can have a week off."
"Use me?" Ianto wasn't sure he liked the connotations of that term.
"I mean it literally," Jack continued. "For one night, you be my sex slave."
Ianto was gobsmacked. Had Jack seriously just suggested that? He wasn't naive, and although it was something Ianto had never partaken of, he knew what sex slavery was about. He would have to surrender himself absolutely to Jack. Against his higher judgement, Ianto's cock was twitching. His baser side was obviously open to the prospect.
"What if I say no?"
Jack shrugged. "I'll be very disappointed, but you can still have the time off. I need my team in peak condition."
Ianto weighed up his options. Either way, he would get his break. Plus, Jack wouldn't do anything to harm him. Then again, harm and hurt were two entirely different words. They'd dabbled in light bondage in the past, each taking a turn in being tied down. This, though, was something else.
"Okay," he finally conceded. "But, only for tonight."
"Great," enthused Jack. "I'll just get some stuff from the car. When I get back we'll have started. I also expect you to be completely naked."***
When Jack returned, Ianto was pulling off his last sock. He was shaking visibly, but Jack didn't know whether it was fear or anticipation. Probably both, he reasoned.
"On your knees!" he commanded.
Ianto complied instantly. Jack took note of the Welshman's rigid cock as he put his rucksack on the sofa. Standing in front of Ianto, he touched the tip of the cock with the toe of his shoe.
"I don't remember giving you permission for that."
"I'm sorry Jack. I couldn't help it."
Jack grabbed a handful of Ianto's hair and leaned close to his face.
"For the purposes of tonight, you will address me as Sir." He whispered. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir." Ianto responded immediately.
To reward his obedience, Jack kissed Ianto deeply. This did nothing to quell Ianto's raging hard-on.
"Stand up." Jack ordered, pulling Ianto up by his hair. "And, no speaking unless answering a direct question or an order."
"Yes Sir."
Jack opened his bag and produced a length of thin cord. He sat himself on the sofa in order to reach Ianto's genitals more easily. Working quickly, Jack wrapped the cord, tightly, around the base of Ianto's cock and the root of his balls. He tied it off in a ludicrous looking bow.
"That will keep you hard but prevent you from coming."
Ianto's stomach was doing somersaults. Unbelievably, He was incredibly turned on by being Jack's plaything, and they'd barely started yet. Tentatively, he reached down to examine the cord, which was causing him great discomfort already. Jack slapped his hand away.
"Ah ah."
He retrieved four thick leather cuffs from the bag and fastened one each on Ianto's wrists and ankles.
"Turn around."
Ianto's wrists were clipped together behind his back and his ankles were joined by an eight inch chain. His cock was throbbing painfully and he wanted nothing more than to bring relief to himself. But, that was now in Jack's power.
"How do you feel?"
"V...very hot and excited." Ianto stuttered. "But, also very nervous, Sir."
"Good. Go over to the table and lean across it, face down."
That was easier said than done. The chain on his ankles only allowed Ianto to shuffle, but he got there eventually.
Jack watched him with a hungry look in his eyes. Ianto looked amazingly horny and he was going to have a lot of fun with him. When Ianto positioned himself, he felt very vulnerable. He arse was open and ready for Jack to do what he wanted with. Ianto squirmed with excitement, until the captain ordered him to keep still. His command was endorsed with a hard slap to the prone man's arse cheeks. Ianto grunted but managed not to cry out.
Jack held a large butt plug in front of Ianto's face. He told the younger man to open his mouth, and then inserted the object.
"Make sure you cover that with your saliva. I seem to have temporarily misplaced my lube."
Jack knew exactly where the lube was but wanted the insertion of the butt plug to be slightly painful. Ianto sucked and licked the plug as though his life depended on it. It was almost too much for Jack to handle. His own shaft was as solid as Ianto's and would need seeing to very soon. He pulled the plug from Ianto's mouth and was amused to see him try to snatch it back with his teeth. Without wasting any time, he pushed the object into Ianto's waiting arse. This caused him to yelp strangely, but the pain was short lived. His rectum soon accommodated the plug and Ianto felt oddly comforted. Jack commanded his slave to stand up and face him. He once again bestowed a kiss of reward, which Ianto reciprocated with tremendous passion.
"Drop to your knees and service my cock!"
"Yes Sir."
On his knees, Ianto stared at Jack's groin. He was obviously expected to release the captains cock himself, but only had the use of his mouth.
"Get on with it." growled Jack.
It wasn't easy, but Ianto slowly managed to under the two buttons holding Jack's braces on. He quickly moved on to the fly button and zip. Jack did nothing to help. He simply stood, stroking Ianto's hair. With extreme difficulty, Ianto pulled down Jack's trousers and underpants. The stiff member directly in front of his face elicited a primal purr from deep within him. It was a sound Jack enjoyed hearing. Ianto was acutely aware of the pain from his own cock, but all he could think of was taking Jack's into his mouth.
So, he did. He enveloped Jack's cock then slowly drew his teeth back up the shaft. Jack moaned deeply and shuddered. It wouldn't take Ianto long to take him over the edge. The Welshman changed his tack and began to tickle the tip of the penis with his tongue, before sucking him off greedily. Jack took Ianto's head in both hands to help things along. He started to fuck his face, forcing his cock deep into Ianto's throat. The younger man responded by sucking and slurping harder and faster. He felt the captains cock twitch madly, a sign that he was about to come.
Ianto expected Jack to come down his throat but soon found out that he was wrong. Jack withdrew, and fired his load at Ianto's face and hair. The sticky white substance ran down his face and dripped from his chin. Ianto felt thoroughly humiliated and knew that his face was bright red with embarrassment. Weirdly, though, he found himself even more excited as a result.
"Are you enjoying this, Ianto?" Jack asked, with genuine concern in his voice. If it turned out Ianto wasn't, then he would stop things himself.
"I feel degraded and used Sir." Ianto replied. "I'm loving it."
Before Jack could respond, his phone rang. The display told him that it was Tosh. He briefly wondered what she would think of Ianto's current position.
"Talk to me Tosh.... really?... Okay, I'll be right there." He hung up and looked down at Ianto. "I have to pop back to the hub, so I'm going to put you away for a while. Is there a cupboard around here?"
"There's one in the hall, Sir"
Jack helped Ianto to his feet and untied the cord around his cock and balls.
"Don't want to cause any damage." Jack told him.
Unfortunately, the sudden rush blood to the area caused Ianto to spurt everywhere. A lot of it went onto Jack's hands.
"I'll punish you for that later." He held his hands up to Ianto's face. "Lick them clean."
The Welshman quickly licked his deposit form his bass's hands. It tasted strangely spicy to him. It must have been a result of the Indian meal they'd had yesterday. Being made to eat his own cum caused Ianto's face to go redder still, but he found himself wanting to obey. He wanted to please Jack.
As soon as he was clean, Jack once again went into his bag. This time, he brought out a ball gag. The ball, rather than being solid, was hollow and full of holes. It meant Ianto would be gagged but would still be able to breathe easily. The drawback was that it would make him drool uncontrollably. Jack pushed the gag past Ianto's teeth and buckled the leather straps behind his head. The younger man began to drool immediately, much to his shock. Jack laughed. He grabbed hold of Ianto's cock and dragged him into the hall. The cupboard which had been mentioned had just enough room for Ianto to stand upright. Jack kissed Ianto's forehead gently, then pushed him into the cupboard.
"Stay facing the wall and I'll be back as soon as I can."
Jack closed the door. Ianto was left standing in the dark, his face covered in Jack's cum, his arse plugged and drooling down himself. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this.***
Ianto had no way of knowing how long he was in the cupboard. His back and feet were beginning to ache, so he was grateful when he heard the front door opening. The cupboard was flung open soon after.
"Hey, did ya miss me?"
Jack laughed when Ianto tried, and failed, to answer him. He carefully manoeuvred the younger man from the confining space, and guided him to the lounge. There was a strand of dribble hanging from his mouth. He was pleased to see that Ianto's cock was back to its hardened state. He'd obviously been letting his mind run wild. Jack forced Ianto onto his knees in front of the coffee table and made him lean across it.
"Sorry I took so long, there was a UFO in orbit. It's sorted now."
Ianto didn't particularly about the UFO. His biggest concern was the butt plug. He'd enjoyed it at first, but now it was painfully uncomfortable. As though reading his mind, Jack took hold of the plug and yanked it out. Ianto screamed into the gag and tried to straighten up. Jack held him down until he stopped struggling.
"Before we carry on," Jack began. "There's the small matter of you coming without permission. You have to be punished."
Ianto's mind froze. He'd forgotten about that. What was Jack going to do to him? Whatever it was, it would undoubtedly hurt. He didn't have to wait long to find out. His eyes widened as he watched Jack extract a wooden paddle from his rucksack. Ianto's cock twitched in anticipation of him being beaten. How was that possible?
"Ready?" asked Jack, stroking Ianto's hair tenderly.
Ianto nodded but, as it turned out, he wasn't. Jack drew his arm back and landed a hard blow onto Ianto's right arse cheek. The Welshman grunted and jumped so hard, he pushed the coffee table forward a couple of inches.
"Don't move!"
The next blow landed on the right cheek. Through an amazing force of willpower, Ianto managed to not even flinch. Jack hit him eight more times, four on each cheek, and by the end Ianto was screaming into the gag and crying. Jack knelt down and kissed both cheeks. He then massaged a soothing balm into the, rapidly bruising, flesh. The gentleness of the touch was enough for Ianto to forgive Jack for the pain.
Ianto felt his wrists being unlocked and, for a moment, thought their games were over. Disappointment filed him, though he couldn't work out why. His heart soared again when Jack refastened them at the front.
"I'm going to remove the gag." Jack said. "When I do, I want you to tell me exactly, and honestly, how you're feeling. Do you understand?"
Again, Ianto nodded. Jack unbuckled the gag and carefully pulled it from Ianto's mouth. The other man flexed his jaw while Jack dried the drool from his face.
"Thank you Sir."
"So...?"
"I feel humiliated and mortified Sir." Ianto confessed. "My arse hurts in more ways than one and I'm desperate for a pee. Other than that, I'm as horny as hell and, as my prick is testifying, I'm having a good night."
Jack couldn't have been happier. He'd played at being the slave with past lovers and had loved it. He knew that if he got Ianto to play, he would love it too.
"I'm glad, let's continue."
He rewarded Ianto with another kiss, forcing his tongue in deep.
"I'll let you pee soon," he said when he resurfaced. "But not yet. On your feet."
As Jack helped his slave to stand, the doorbell rang. Ianto's heart almost stopped and he shot a panicked look to Jack. The captain smiled, he couldn't have planned this.
"Well? Answer the door slave."
Ianto silently pleaded with Jack, holding his hands up in a praying gesture. Jack simply laughed at him. The doorbell went again.
"You'd better hurry,"
"Yes Sir."
Ianto shuffled as fast as he could to the door. He had no intention of opening it fully though. Positioning himself behind the door, he opened it a few inches and peered around the edge. Standing on the other side was Mrs. Randall, his elderly, downstairs neighbour.
"Is everything alright Mr. Jones?" she queried. "I heard some strange noises."
"E...everything is fine, Mrs. Randall." He stammered, acutely aware of the deep blush on his face. "I'm sorry if we disturbed you."
He tried to close the door, but her foot was in the way.
"Have you got a lady friend in there." The old woman demanded, as she tried to look into the flat.
"Something like that. We'll keep it down."
Seemingly satisfied, Mrs. Randall moved away from the door and Ianto was finally able to shut it. He leaned back against the wood and waited for his heart to stop racing. He stood there so long that his hard-on subsided. Tired of waiting, Jack poked his head around the lounge door.
"Get back in here now!"
Back in to room, Jack once again rummaged in his back. This foray resulted in a set of nipple clamps and another butt plug. This one vibrated and had a wire leading to a remote control. Jack was smiling menacingly when Ianto came back in.
"I've got one more game to play, come here."
Ianto hobbled to him and Jack ran his fingers up and down his torso. Without warning, he grasped Ianto's erect nipples and twisted them viciously. The younger man automatically brought his hands up to stop the assault. Jack gently, but firmly pushed them back down. Keeping hold of one of the nipples, Jack stretched it out and attached one of the crocodile toothed clamps. Ianto swore out loud and earned himself a slap in the face. Jack repeated the clamp procedure and stood back to admire his handiwork. Judging by Ianto's face, the clamps were hurting a fair bit. However, judging by his cock, he didn't hate the situation.
"Bend over."
Ianto did as instructed and Jack shoved the new butt plug into his mouth. Understanding the reason, Ianto coated the rubber object with his spittle. Having nothing to hold on to, he almost overbalanced when Jack inserted the plug into his anus. Jack sat down on the sofa and undid his trousers. His cock sprung out and stood proud. Ianto actually found himself licking his lips at the sight. Jack ordered him to kneel between his legs, facing him. Ianto almost tripped in his hurry to obey. He knelt down and looked up to Jack for further instruction.
Jack reached around for the control and turned it up to full power for three seconds. Ianto gasped and the sudden, new sensation.
"Do you still need to piss?" Jack asked him.
Ianto nodded. "Yes Sir, desperately."
"You can go to the toilet after you come. But, you can't come until I do. So, wank away while seeing to me, but make sure I'm satisfied first."
Ianto started on Jack first before taking hold of himself. Wanking wasn't easy with his wrists clasped together. His head bobbed with the same rhythm as his hand, a rhythm which was interrupted when Jack turned the butt vibrator on again. It may not have been as high as the first time, but it still had an effect on Ianto. He sucked harder on Jack and pumped himself faster. Experimentally, Jack turned the power up a few more notches. Again, Ianto's actions became harder and faster in response.
The younger man was more than ready to come, but Jack seemed to be deliberately holding himself back. Easing off from his cock slightly, Ianto put all his concentration into the captain. He nibbled, licked and sucked relentlessly, until, finally, Jack exploded.
"Swallow it." He breathed, as he emptied himself into Ianto's mouth.
Ianto made sure not to waste a single drop of Jack's gift. All the while, he was wanking himself into a frenzy. Before he could come, Jack ordered him to the bathroom.
"Don't stop pumping. You can relieve yourself, in all senses, when you get there."
It was far from easy. Ianto found he could barely concentrate and both wanking and hobbling. Especially with the butt plug still buzzing away in his backside. Jack didn't help. The captain followed the shackled man, slapping his bruised arse along the way. Ianto made it to the bathroom by the skin of his teeth and finally got the relief he craved. He came so hard; he thought he would pass out. As soon as he was spent, Jack turned off the vibrator and pulled it out. He turned Ianto around and removed the nipple clamps, both at the same time. The returning blood brought more pain to Ianto's abused nipples. He hissed through his teeth, and then moaned as Jack began to lick them. Lovingly, his tongue massaged the life back into them.
"Well done, Ianto." Jack congratulated. "You've done wonderfully."
"Thank you Sir."
"Have your piss." The captain commanded. "Then we'll get you hair and face washed."
A little while later, Ianto was empty and clean. Jack guided him to the bedroom.
"Slaves aren't allowed on the bed." He told him. "They sleep at the foot of the bed."
He fastened a steel collar around Ianto's neck and pushed him to his knees.
"You'll be chained to the bed for the rest of the night. In the morning, the game will be over." He kissed Ianto once again. "I'm very proud of you Ianto. Thank you."
Ianto felt proud of himself. He'd pleased his owner. Jack attached a short chain between the collar and the bed leg. Ianto wouldn't be going anywhere.
"Goodnight slave."
"Goodnight Sir."
Jack climbed onto the bed and spent the night listening to Ianto sleep. He'd been surprised by Ianto's compliance but had enjoyed it so much.
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The following morning, after being released, Ianto got himself dressed and joined Jack in the lounge.
"How was it for you?" Jack asked him expectantly.
"Amazing, Jack." Ianto confessed. "I couldn't do that all the time though, but it did wonders for clearing my mind."
"Yeah." Jack agreed. "It's surprising how little you can think of when the physical is at the forefront. So, you'd do it again?"
"Absolutely. I'd also like to try it the other way around."
"You're on. For now, I've got to got to work."
He kissed Ianto on the forehead. "Enjoy your week off."
The End.***
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