Title: Whose The Naughty Little Slut?
By: Thunder
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/surprise
Rating: AO
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: Someone in the Hub's been naughty, and it has been noted with much displeasure.

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Assless chaps, biker boots, unfastened vest, all made of leather, smooth as butter, supple as a snake, and black as homemade sin. One last look in the mirror, a small frown, and an eight foot leather bullwhip, and the ensemble was complete. Someone had been a carefree slut for too long, and it was time to remedy that small problem.

 

 

 

Ianto looked up as the door to the Hub opened, his jaw dropping. “What...” A finger to his lip silenced him, and a small jolt from a Taser put him on the ground.

 


Ianto came to, disoriented. He tried to flex his arms, but they had been tied to the ceiling, fully extended, the ropes wrapped around his wrists, and halfway to his elbows, the ropes around his ankles were halfway to his knees, wrapped just above the spreader bar at his ankles. He looked down, almost afraid to see, moaning when yes, indeed, he saw that his cock had also been restrained with a thinner rope, and what looked like a falconer's hood was tied tightly around the head of his dick.

 


“Awake now?” The voice was cheerful, but dangerous. “Good, I was waiting.”

 


Ianto whimpered when his nipples were pinched roughly and pulled on, shuddering when a small glass vial was placed on his left one, and a vacuum created, hips rocking when the right one got the same.

 


“Aw, poor little slut, did you like that?” The voice crooned. “I bet you'll like this even more.”

 


Ianto felt his knees weaken when his balls were given the same treatment. “Why?” He croaked.

 


“You've been giving this..” His dick was slapped. “To too many people, and I don't like it.”

 


“But...” Ianto was silenced when the small anal plug was slipped into his mouth and velcroed.

 


“You're not the only one in here.”

 


Ianto looked around, eyes widening and cock throbbing when he saw another man, bent over and restrained to a small bench, a very large anal plug in his ass.

 


“He's been just as naughty, and you get to watch me punish him.” The voice was amused. “Then he gets to watch you get punished.”

 


Ianto did watch as the figure walked over to the other man and playfully tug on his balls. He swallowed around the plug when the small whip flickered through the air, it's many strands landing on the man's ass and balls, repeatedly.

 


“I think you like this too much.” The voice growled, swiftly pulling the plug from the man's ass, replacing it with a glass dildo, just removed from the mini fridge, strapping it in. “I'm turning you around, it's time to punish Ianto for a bit.”

 


Ianto watched as the bench was turned, almost crying from the pain in his dick when he saw Jack's face, a penis gag in his mouth. He quivered as their tormentor strolled over slowly, unable to do anything but gasp when his dick was grabbed and tugged.

 


“I think the paddle for you, dear Ianto. Or maybe not.”

 


Ianto tried to watch, but the figure was out of his line of vision too quickly, hitting his toes when he felt something cool and large pressing against his ass, then sagging down in release. “Please?”

 


“I told you you were a little slut, Mr. Jones.” The voice was mocking. “Are you getting a good look, Jack? See what our pretty boy likes? And don't you wish you were the one giving it to him?”

 


Jack groaned around his gag, grinding his cock against the bench.

 


Ianto couldn't help fucking the air, especially when the promised paddle landed against his ass, then lightly on his bound dick, alternating, his ass being pummeled by the dildo.

 


“It's Jack's turn again.”

 


Ianto watched, again, as the bench was moved, except this time it was moved closer to him, and soon he could feel Jack's breath on his skin.

 


“I'm taking the gag out, Jack, be a good little slut and start sucking.”

 


Ianto began thrusting into Jack's mouth, grunting in time with Jack, who was moved forward with every smack of the paddle. He finally lost count of how many times he was about to come when he felt the rope around his cock being untied, and he finally came with a roar, covering Jack's face and quite a bit of the floor beneath him.

 


“Still hard? I'm impressed.”

 


Jack was whimpering, trying to hold onto the bench as it was spun around, whimpering louder when the dildo was removed and he felt something warm and hard pressing into him.

 


Ianto looked at their tormentor again, pushing as well as he could into Jack.

 


“Fuck him til he comes, Ianto.” The voice purred in his ear.

 


Ianto nodded, moaning when the paddle connected with his ass again, somehow managing to keep his balance, and still bury himself in Jack, who was pounding his hips backwards, then fell forward on his face, panting.

 


“Are you two going to keep it in your pants from now on? Unless I say differently?”

 


“Yes.” Ianto whispered.

 


“For a while.” Jack was honest.

 


Their tormentor looked at him, turned the bench one last time, then stood in front of him, one hand tugging Ianto's cock. “Put that mouth to good use, slut.”

 

 

 

Next Morning:

 


Tosh, Owen and Gwen were sitting at the table, talking.

 


“I don't know what's gotten into Jack, he didn't even flirt with me this morning.”

 


“Neither did Ianto.”

 


Tosh just hid her smile behind her coffee cup.

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