Fic- Mickey Mouse Boy
Title: Mickey Mouse Boy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex, spanking, swearing, mild age play.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Jack needs Ianto to be his little boy.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Huge thanks to oncomingscone as I wouldn’t have been able to write this without her. Comments please!
Ianto was almost asleep when Jack slid into bed beside him and wrapped his arms around him. Ianto pushed back into the spoon, settled himself in Jack’s strong embrace.
“Jack,” he murmured, sleepily.
“Hey,” whispered Jack, holding Ianto tight. “Did I wake you?”
Ianto shook his head. “No. Glad you’re here.”
Jack smiled and kissed Ianto’s cheek softly. “Yeah, me too.”
There was silence for a few minutes and Ianto was just drifting off to sleep when Jack spoke again. “Ianto,” he whispered. “Tomorrow, will you be my boy?”
Ianto looked at him. “I’m always your boy.”
“No, I mean…” Jack bit his lip trying to think of the right words. “Will you be my…little boy?”
Ianto smiled. “Oh. I see. You mean you want to be my daddy tomorrow?”
Jack looked embarrassed. “Yeah.”
Ianto turned around and snuggled close into Jack’s chest. “You’d better be prepared,” he said. “’Cause you’re going to have your hands full with a naughty little boy tomorrow.”
Jack held Ianto tight and kissed his temple. “Thank you,” he whispered.
In the morning, Jack woke to find himself alone in bed. Stretching and yawning and in just his underpants, he went in search of Ianto.
He found him quickly, in the lounge. He was dressed in his blue jeans and a t-shirt. The jeans were the ones which were tight on the hips and on the ass but flared out at the bottom and his t-shirt was red. His feet were bare and he wriggled his toes as he watched the cartoons currently playing loudly on the TV. He was eating a bowl of Coco Pops and gazing enraptured at the telly.
Jack padded up behind him and stroked his hair. “Morning, little one,” he said, smiling.
Ianto tipped his head back and beamed up at him. “Morning, Daddy!” he said.
“You got washed and got your breakfast all by yourself!” Jack said.
Ianto’s smile spread further across his face. “Yes, I did, Daddy. I’m a big boy!”
Jack ran his fingers through Ianto’s sticking up hair. “Yes, you are. Now, you just stay there and watch your cartoons while I get washed and dressed. Then we’re going shopping.”
Jack saw the surprise in Ianto’s eyes but then he smiled. “Okay, Daddy,” he said and went back to watching his cartoons.
Jack got showered and dressed as quickly as he could and grabbed a quick breakfast of toast. He’d never gone out as Ianto’s Daddy before. It would be interesting to see how Jack’s little boy behaved in public.
An hour later, they were in town and Ianto was being very quiet. He stayed close to Jack and didn’t say much.
“We’re getting you some new clothes,” said Jack, taking Ianto’s hand and holding it firmly and they walked into town.
Ianto resisted the urge to skip happily by Jack’s side, aware it would attract a little too much attention. Instead, he settled for swinging Jack’s hand in his.
“Clothes shopping is boring,” Ianto announced. “Can we go and see a movie? Or get ice cream?”
“We’ll see if there’s time. Right now I wanna get you some new clothes.”
Ianto looked worried. “What kind of clothes?”
“A new shirt. Some new jeans maybe,” Jack said casually.
Ianto bit his lip, then thought of something.
“I’d like some new underwear,” he said happily.
Jack turned to him and smiled. “Okay, we can get those too.”
Ianto beamed. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said and his ears flushed at saying that word out in public.
Jack decided to buy the underwear first. He led Ianto into the shop. Jack was going to pick and he already knew exactly where to get what he wanted.
“Hey, look, Daddy, navy blue boxer shorts.”
“You’re not getting boxer shorts.”
“Oh, but…”
Jack tugged on Ianto’s hand. “No, Daddy’s picking.”
Ianto pouted but Jack could see the light in his eyes. Jack lead him over to the selection of girl boxers laid out on the table. On Ianto, they would be just like tight briefs. He picked out three pairs and didn’t let Ianto look at them.
“Come on, let’s go and pay,” he said, tugging Ianto over to the tills.
“But…”
“Hush now,” Jack said and grinned as Ianto fell silent.
After paying, they moved on to the next shop to buy t-shirts and jeans. Jack picked out a blue superman t-shirt and a black batman t-shirt. He also picked out a pair of baggy blue jeans.
Ianto blushed with pleasure as he saw what Jack was picking out. “I like them,” he said and Jack grinned.
“Good. We need to try them on you before we buy them.”
“But, Daddy…”
“Now, now,” Jack chided. “No complaining. You need to try them on.”
He lead Ianto in the changing room and shut the curtain firmly behind them. Ianto was squirming like he thought he was about to get in trouble.
“What is it, little one?”
“I…I forgot to wear underpants.”
Jack frowned. “That was very naughty.” He reached around and smacked Ianto’s bottom hard through his jeans.
Ianto whimpered and sniffed. “Sorry, Daddy,” he said.
“You’re going to have to wear your new ones now, to try these on,” Jack said. He knelt down and took Ianto’s jeans down. He took them and his sneakers off. Ianto stood there, bare from the waist down, apart from his stripy socks, as Jack rummaged through their carrier bag and retrieved one of the pairs of underpants they’d just bought.
Jack put the briefs on for Ianto, tugging them up over his bottom, a large pink handprint covering one buttock. Jack pinged the pants in place and sat back on his heels. He looked up. Ianto was blushing as he looked down as his new pants. They were black and on the crotch, was Mickey Mouse’s head in red. On the back, also in red were the words Mickey Mouse, right across his bottom.
Ianto scowled. “I look silly.”
“No you don’t. They look great on you,” said Jack, folding his arms and looking sternly at his little boy.
Ianto pouted and reached for his new jeans. “Can I try them on now?” he asked.
“Go ahead,” said Jack, helping Ianto step into them. They were a little baggy but that was the design.
Ianto blushed and looked sweetly up at Jack.
“I really like these!” he said, bobbing up and down on his toes.
Jack grinned and hugged his adorable little one. “Good. They look good on you too. Okay, let’s get them. But if you forget to wear underwear again, next time I’ll take you straight home. No new jeans. No nothing. Got that?”
Ianto nodded. “I won’t do it again,” he assured Jack.
“No, you won’t,” said Jack, still stern. “Come on, change back into your other jeans.”
They made their way out of the dressing room and Jack paid for the new jeans whilst Ianto fiddled with some accessories on a nearby rack. He turned to see if Jack was watching. Jack was warning him with his eyes but he was also busy paying with his card. Ianto grinned mischievously and picked up a shiny leather wallet.
But before he could look further at it, Jack stalked up to him. “Put that down,” he growled quietly. “Or no ice cream.”
Ianto put it back quickly and walked in front of Jack out of the shop.
Once they were in the street, Ianto glanced at Jack. “Am I in trouble?” he asked gently.
Jack walked closer to him. “You’re not exactly on your best behaviour. I know what you were thinking of doing with that wallet. Even if it was just for my attention. Watch your step. You got that?”
“Yes, daddy,” said Ianto sulkily.
“Right,” said Jack. “This place will do. “I need coffee and you need an ice cream. Though you’re very lucky to be getting one at all.”
Ianto pouted at the admonishment but wary of getting into more trouble, stood up straight and took a deep breath. “Sorry.”
Jack sighed, then winked at him before going to place an order at the counter. Ianto was adorable when contrite.
Moments later, Jack returned with an espresso for him and a Mr Whippy 99 for Ianto. Ianto giggled. Jack tried not to as he handed it to Ianto.
They devoured their respective treats within minutes but for the last few blobs of fluffy white ice cream that Ianto was busily lapping up. Jack was studying a newspaper. Ianto wanted his attention.
“Daddy?”
“Mmm?” He didn’t look up.
Ianto pouted. “Can we see a movie?”
“No, there isn’t time. We should get going,” said Jack, head still in the newspaper.
Ianto huffed. But Jack didn’t respond. He dipped his finger into the well of the nice cream cone and coated it with melting ice cream. He then flicked his hand at Jack.
A blob of white hit the front of Jack’s newspaper, causing him to jump. “What the…” He looked up.
“Was that a bird? A seagull?” asked Jack. He looked right at Ianto. Ianto shrugged.
“Ugh,” said Jack, folding the newspaper so the mess wouldn’t be in contact with him. But to Ianto’s disappointment, he simply started reading another article.
Ianto brought the ice cream cone back around in front of him. He repeated his actions slowly, coating his fingers in just a little bit more ice cream. And then he lobbed it.
Just then, Jack put down the newspaper.
“Right, let’s get go…argh!” And splat. The ice cream hit his face. And the evidence was in Ianto’s hand. Ianto sat frozen in horror.
Jack wiped his hand across his face and when Ianto could see his face again, Jack looked absolutely furious.
“Bathroom. Now,” he said and grabbed Ianto’s hand.
The bathroom was empty. Jack washed his face at the sink whilst Ianto squirmed behind him.
“Daddy, I…”
“Quiet!” Jack snapped. “Into that stall,” he said and manhandled Ianto into the hall ahead of him. He shut the door behind them, then yanked Ianto’s jeans down, then his Mickey Mouse pants and smacked his bare bottom hard.
Somewhere in Jack’s brain, he registered that Ianto’s crotch was bare and smooth. But right now, he had other things on his mind. He smacked Ianto’s bare bottom again and pointed a finger at him.
“How dare you be so ungrateful? You didn’t deserve that ice cream but I thought I’d be lenient and this is how you repay me?”
Ianto’s breath hitched and he began to sob.
“I didn’t mean to hit you in the face,” he mumbled.
Jack gave him another smack which echoed through the bathroom.
“You shouldn’t have been throwing your ice cream at me, or anything else, in the first place,” scolded Jack. “What do you think all those people thought of you, throwing ice cream at your Daddy?”
Ianto shook his head, his red face still facing the floor. His breath hitched again.
Jack studied him. “Why did you do it?”
Ianto shook his head again. Jack lost patience. He pulled Ianto forwards over one strong arm and gave him three hard smacks in rapid succession on his already pink bottom.
Ianto cried out. “No! I’m sorry! Don’t spank me!”
“Why did you do it?” questioned Jack, setting Ianto on his feet again. “I’m waiting, Ianto.”
“Don’t know.” Ianto gave a dramatic sniff and rubbed his bottom.
“You don’t think daddies are allowed to relax with their newspapers for too long? Or do you think you deserved to see a movie?”
Ianto whimpered and gave a shrug. “Don’t know.” He was still staring at the floor.
Jack was not impressed. “Right. Well, obviously, we need to work on this so we can find out why you’re being so naughty and put a stop to it.” He pulled up Ianto’s underwear and jeans. “We’re going home. And you are in big trouble with me.”
He led Ianto by the elbow and out of the stall and into the main bathroom area but Ianto pulled on his arm.
“Don’t want to go home!” he fussed.
Jack caught hold of him and laid another hard smack on his bottom. Even through his jeans, it stung. “You behave yourself right now!” Jack warned. “Or you’ll just make it worse for yourself when we get home.”
Ianto seemed to see the logic in that and simply pouted.
“Enough, Ianto!” Jack’s voice threatened to carry beyond the bathroom. Ianto straightened up and tried to look compliant. Jack gave him a gentle push and they were back in the main area of the café.
Jack swept outside into the street with Ianto trailing miserably behind him.
“Keep up, Ianto,” called Jack, deceptively casual. Ianto considered running away. But then he dismissed it. Jack would always catch him and that would make things worse. He broke into a light run to catch up with him and had nothing to do now but pray that he wouldn’t be in too much trouble once they got home.
But he knew that Jack intended to take care of him. No matter what.
When they got home, Jack still seemed cross. He sent Ianto to put away his new things while he made something for lunch.
After putting his new things away neatly, Ianto returned to the kitchen, wringing the hem of his t-shirt in his hands. “Daddy, I’m sorry,” he said.
Jack looked up at him from where he was dishing up their lunch. “I know, little one. But why did you do it?”
Ianto shrugged and didn’t answer. Jack sighed and put the plates down on the table.
“Come and have something to eat, then we’ll talk about it.”
Ianto sniffed deliberately but did as he was told. Jack had made sandwiches. Ianto ate his slowly. He didn’t want to have that conversation afterwards.
But eventually, there was no more sandwich left. Jack made Ianto do the washing up, then he took him by the hand and led him into the living room. Jack sat on the sofa and stood Ianto in front of him.
“You were very naughty whilst we were out, little one. Very naughty indeed.”
Ianto sniffed. “I know. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Over my lap,” Jack said and gave Ianto’s hand a little tug.
Ianto found himself over his daddy’s lap and tried not to squirm.
“You won’t tell me why you behaved so badly. But I think I know.” He tugged down Ianto’s jeans and exposed his Mickey Mouse underpants. They really did look adorable on him.
“You were so naughty because you wanted my attention. Well, now you’ve got it and it’s not going to be good.”
Ianto made a noise like a whimper a second before Jack’s strong hand came down on his bottom and Daddy was spanking him through his pants.
“Ow, Daddy! Ow, it hurts!” he cried, feeling his bottom go all hot.
Jack pulled down Ianto’s pants and starting spanking his bare bottom. Ianto tried to wriggle away but he was held tight as his bottom was spanked hard.
Then Jack picked him up and set him on his feet. “Corner,” he commanded and Ianto pouted but headed obediently to the corner, desperately resisting the temptation to rub his tender bottom better.
He stood in the corner, with his pants around his thighs and put his hands on his head as he knew was expected. He tried his absolute best not to wriggle but it wasn’t easy. He was getting hard and part of him wanted to end the game and just have Jack fuck him. But it was too fun to end just yet.
Jack stayed there, watching him. After a while, he turned on the television and laughed at the jokes.
Ianto started to squirm. He want Jack’s attention. He wanted to be near him and to bask in his affection.
But Jack was ignoring him.
It felt like Ianto had been standing there for a long time, completely ignored. He was sorry he’d been so naughty. All he wanted was to be with his Daddy now.
Finally, Jack called out to him. “Okay, little one, come over here now.”
Ianto turned, dropped his hands to his sides and walked over to Jack.
Jack’s eyes swept over him. “Do you have anything to say?” he asked.
Ianto nodded.
“Go on then.”
Ianto took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I threw ice cream at you, Daddy. I’m sorry I was naughty. I just wanted your attention.”
Jack smiled a little, though his eyes were still stern. “You need to learn how to be patient and wait. I will give you attention but not all the time.”
“I know, Daddy. I’ll try my best, Daddy.”
“That’s all I ask.” He held out his arms to Ianto. “Come on. Come and cuddle.”
Ianto almost fell into Jack’s embrace, almost purring with happiness as those strong arms went around him and held him close.
A little while later, they were still cuddled up on the sofa, watching the telly. Ianto had taken off his jeans and his trainers and was cuddled up in his Daddy’s arms in just his t-shirt, his socks and his Mickey Mouse pants.
It was starting to move into evening. Ianto knew Jack would decide that it would soon be time for dinner, bath and bed and he wanted some fun first.
He looked up at his Daddy. “Daddy, can we play a game?”
Jack looked down at him and stroked his hair. “Sure! What game would you like?”
Ianto thought for a moment, his tongue coming out of his mouth slightly as he thought. Then he grinned.
“Hide and seek!”
“Now, remember what happened last time we played hide and seek. You ran outside, didn’t you?”
“I won’t do that again!”
Jack laughed. “Okay.”
“But not normal hide and seek.”
“Well, what kind of hide and seek?”
“Hide and seek in the dark. Only we both try and have to get not seen by the other. We can move hiding places and you have to try and get to the light. First person to get to the light has to sing “Always look on the bright side of life” and switch the light on. But if the other person sees them, they have to shout “Death!” and then everyone has to hide again.”
Jack laughed. “Okay, sounds like fun.”
Ianto got up and switched the light off. “Scatter,” he cried and disappeared into the darkness.
Jack hid behind the sofa and scanned the room for Ianto. He couldn’t see him at all. He’d completely disappeared into the darkness. Jack made a mental note to make more use of this skill of Ianto’s.
Jack started to move slowly towards the light switch. He could do this. He opened his mouth, ready to sing, then leap for the light switch. He glanced around one last time at the room, then suddenly.
“Always piss on the English side of the bridge!” bellowed Ianto and switched on the light.
His grinning face was illuminated instantly. Jack glared at him. “Those aren’t the proper words. That’s naughty,” he said gravely.
Ianto started laughing. “Ha ha! Always piss on the English side of the bridge!” he crowed again, putting extra special emphasis on the naughty word.
Jack lunged for him and Ianto took off, giggling his head off. Jack ran after him, trying not to laugh.
“You come right here you naughty boy!” he called, as Ianto dodged effectively out of his way.
“Ha ha! Can’t catch me!” he crowed, heading towards the bedroom.
Just as Ianto pushed open the door, Jack caught him round the middle and somehow they ended up on the bed.
Jack hauled Ianto over his lap and starting spanking him hard over his Mickey Mouse briefs.
“Ow! Ow!” Ianto cried, thrashing his legs but getting no where as Jack spanked him hard.
“Naughty boy!” Jack told him, over the slap of spanks in the room. “Swearing at me! Running from me! What can you possibly say to that?”
“I say bottoms! Poo-poo head!”
Jack brought his hand down sharply on Ianto’s hot and tender bottom. “How dare you be so naughty!”
Ianto was still giggling his head off, despite the assault happening to his bottom. Jack decided it was time for serious action. He yanked Ianto’s pants down and started spanking him as hard as he could on the bare.
“Ow!” Ianto yelped in protest. “It hurts, Daddy! It hurts!”
“Then say you’re sorry!”
“You’re a big meanie, Daddy!”
Jack held Ianto tightly round the middle and reached into the bedside drawer for the special wooden hairbrush they kept there.
Without warning, he started spanking Ianto’s red little bottom hard with it, causing him to yell and shriek.
“Ouch!”
“Say you’re sorry. Or I’ll have to wash your mouth out with soap and belt you.”
“Ow!” Ianto started to cry. “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry.”
Jack laid two brutally hard spanks on Ianto’s tender bottom then threw the hairbrush away and tossed Ianto on his front onto bed.
Ianto kicked his legs and beat his fists against the pillow. “Mean Daddy!” he announced and stuck his tongue out.
Jack raised his finger to lecture him and Ianto blew a raspberry. Jack let out a giggle. He couldn’t help it. It was just too funny and cute and adorable.
Ianto started laughing too, proper big belly laughs, almost uncontrollable.
“Knew you thought it was funny!” Ianto said as Jack collapsed onto the bed, giggling.
Jack pulled Ianto against him, grinding his erection against Ianto’s and still laughing.
“You know exactly how adorable you are, don’t you?” Jack asked and Ianto grinned and nodded.
“Yep. And I know how much you love it when I’m adorable and naughty.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah.”
“But, really? Mickey Mouse pants, Jack?”
Jack pulled back and looked at the pants. “But they look ever so cute on you,” he said. The pants were still around Ianto’s thighs, the words across the bottom slightly squashed now.
“I think I should make you wear these lots and lots. Like how about in work?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Only problem with that is that I’d have to take them down to have a piss. No little flap in them.”
Jack grinned. “Now, what have I told you about language?” he said, kissing Ianto softly on the lips.
Ianto pouted, then laughed. “No belting, Jack.” He rubbed his bottom. “Oof, my poor bottom. I’m only a little boy, you know.”
Jack grinned. “Uh huh. A very naughty little boy.”
Ianto reached for Jack, stroking his waist gently. “You’re all hard, Jack. How long have you been hard?”
“Most of the day, on and off.”
“Me too,” Ianto admitted.
Jack smiled. “Wanna deal with it?”
Ianto looked very seriously at him. “I want you to fuck me,” he said.
Jack grinned and pulled back just enough to start stripping. Within seconds, he was naked and he turned his attention to Ianto.
He helped him out of his t-shirt and briefly considered leaving the pants on. But he wanted to be able to spread Ianto’s legs wide.
Ianto was only too keen to spread his legs wide. He lay on his back and spread his legs wide, displaying his impressive erection, which was definitely not boyish. There was already precum leaking from the tip.
Jack grabbed the lube ready, then settled himself between Ianto’s legs. He gazed into Ianto’s eyes as he lubed them up ready.
Ianto strained up into Jack as Jack’s fingers worked him. “Oh, god, hurry up, Jack. I’ve been waiting all fucking day!”
Jack grinned. “Language.” He brushed his cock against Ianto’s hole and Ianto gasped. “Or I really will belt you.”
Ianto moaned, pushing up desperately into Jack. “Oh, please, please.”
Jack grinned, beginning to thrust. He could feel he wasn’t going to last long. “But you’ve been such as naughty boy today. Do you deserve it?”
Ianto managed a smile through his gasping. “Yeah…’cause you love it when I’m…naughty.”
Jack was getting breathless too now and he gazed down at his boy as he fucked him. Ianto’s eyes drifted shut and a little frown covered his face as Jack gave him pleasure. Ianto held tight to Jack’s shoulders as Jack fucked him hard.
Ianto pressed his cock up into Jack’s belly, as if to show him how hard it was. “Please, Jack,” he gasped.
Jack stroked Ianto’s smooth crotch, then wrapped his fist around Ianto’s cock and starting wanking him off in time with his deep thrusts.
“Oh, god,” Ianto moaned. “Yeah, that’s it,” he gasped.
Jack swiped his thumb over the head of Ianto’s cock and Ianto exploded, jerking up and crying out as he came. Jack thrust once more and then he was coming too, holding onto Ianto tight.
Then it was all over and he was gathering Ianto up in his arms and holding him tight.
“Oh, my gorgeous, beautiful boy,” he murmured, pressing kissing to Ianto’s cheeks and lips. “How are you so wonderful?”
Ianto giggled. “’Cause I’ve got a really good daddy?”
Jack grinned. “Yes, you have!”
They cleaned each other up, then settled in bed together. It was early yet but they were both exhausted from the day’s activities and they needed a nap at least.
Ianto settled with his head resting on Jack’s chest and he closed his eyes and sighed contently.
Jack held him close and kissed his temple. “Thank you, Ianto,” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“For being my little boy. You give me just what I need and I don’t know how you do it.”
Ianto grinned up at him. “I dunno. But it’s what I need too. A strong daddy who’ll look after me always.”
“You got that right,” Jack said, holding Ianto tight. “I’ll always look after you. I’ll cuddle you and kiss you, enjoy your naughtiness, punish you and just adore you, my little boy.”
“And buy me Mickey Mouse pants,” Ianto said, in a happy little voice.
Jack laughed. “And buy you Mickey Mouse pants. And, make you wear them, my little Mickey Mouse boy.”