Torchwood fic: 'Wants' Jack/Ianto NC-17
Title: Wants
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings: Spanking, D/S, Toys, Rimming
Rating: NC-17, 7,600 words
A/N: This is the followup to parts 1&2 on the TouchYerWood kink meme. Jack trains Ianto to be his begging bottom submissive. Post-Cyberwoman.
1st part - First Punishment
2nd part - Second Error
3rd part - Needs
Ianto woke up on his sofa at dusk, he rubbed his eyes sleepily then absently reached for his cock and stroked it ---he'd woken with a throbbing hard-on. He stretched and rolled over, then winced when he felt the rub of fabric against his bottom. Oh. The events of the day began to come back to him. Jack had been here, in his flat. Jack had spanked him. Several times.
He recalled how he'd asked Jack, begged him, to spank him harder, to plug his ass, to fuck him. Ianto felt his heart race and rising panic. Oh my God, what had he done? What had he let Jack do? He gingerly turned onto one hip and reached behind him, and felt the ring handle of a small plug protruding from inside. He drew his hand back quickly and shut his eyes.
He'd admitted to himself with great difficulty after his "punishments" in Jack's office that the spanking and penetration had been a turn-on, but he hadn't asked for those things to happen...Jack had him over a barrel then and he'd told himself he'd been forced to comply for fear of being fired. Today, he'd asked, no...pleaded with his boss for more. Mortified, he reached behind him again and pulled at the plug. It came free easily ---he could feel wetness within--- and he put it on the towel beneath him. It all came back to him; he had been so subservient to Jack. He'd begged to be smacked and had moved on Jack's fingers right there on the sofa, fucked himself onto them, like..like...
Jack's amused words came back to him: "Ianto, I think you're a little bit wanton."
Ianto took a deep breath. What had he got himself into?
What time was it? Ianto quickly rose and went to the kitchen to check the digital clock on his microwave. 7:49, and Jack...Jack was coming at 9 o'clock. Ianto's heart raced. Jack was coming back and he was supposed to shower and be...Oh God, he was supposed to wait for Jack on his bed. He thought it was the bed. Yes. Ianto rushed to his bedroom, went to the head of the bed and pulled the sheets taut; he hadn't made the bed for over a week. Then he arranged the blanket and dark green plaid cover neatly and swept the book he'd been reading into the bedside table drawer.
He sat down again. What was he doing?
He'd tell Jack when he came that it had all been a mistake. Stress. He wasn't feeling like himself lately. "Stress," Ianto said aloud. "It was a huge mistake. No, not a mistake, a misunderstanding, really." He'd apologize and tell Jack that he wouldn't be coming back to work. It was bad enough thinking about facing him tonight, let alone at the Hub, knowing what he'd admitted to Jack what he wanted, how he'd been so...so desperate and pathetically needy and (literally) naked. Ianto felt like packing a bag and running away.
8:12, read the bedside alarm clock. Should he...? Ianto didn't know what to do, what he wanted. It would be easy just to get ready for Jack as he'd been told to do. Ianto felt his cock stir in his lap. He reached down and stroked it. He thought of Jack opening his knees, explaining why he had to be exposed when Jack was present. Jack wrapping his lips around Ianto's cock and sucking after he'd come too early, though he'd been disappointed with him. Ianto began to breathe heavily. He knew he wanted Jack to tell him what to do again. He wanted Jack to fuck him, he realized, and unless he did what he was told, Jack never would. Jack would be angry and he'd leave. He quickly stood and went to the living room and grabbed the towel and pillow and plug from the sofa, and stuffed the towel into the clothes hamper. He went to the bathroom and washed the plug with soapy water, then went to the bedroom and left it on the bedside table. 8:19.
He went to the bathroom and started the shower, went to the toilet for a long piss and finally looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes looked a bit tired, and he was growing a crop of stubble. He brushed his teeth and wet down his face with hot water, took out his shaving brush and coated his beard as the steam rose. He hurriedly shaved, nicking himself in the process, (dammit, should have let the steam work longer) and stepped into the stall and washed his hair, then his body. He rubbed the soapy flannel over his cock...he was hard again...and then gingerly brought it back to his bottom and swiped at his hole. It was okay; he wasn't sore inside. He breathed. He carefully cleaned out the remaining lube and moved the flannel gently over his buttocks and winced. The hot water felt good against the flesh of his ass, which did hurt from Jack's open-handed slaps. "Spank me harder, sir!" he'd said. Ianto pressed his forehead to the cool tiles of the shower. He'd asked for all of it. He'd actually begged. He closed his eyes and let the water cascade over his back.
Ianto turned off the shower, dried off, used the towel to rub the steam from the mirror, then turned to grab his dressing gown from its hook behind the door. It was then he saw his bottom...he had a big handprint from Jack. He swiveled, looking over his shoulder in the mirror...both sides were still pink, obviously the result of an open-handed spanking. A spanking he'd pleaded with Jack to administer. He felt the heat of shame rush to his face again and donned his robe quickly.
He went to the kitchen and glanced at the clock on the microwave. 8:43. Jack would be here in less than 20 minutes. Ianto wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't really hungry, but he opened the refrigerator and checked the date on a container of orange juice (questionable), uncapped it and took a deep drink, then made a face. Why did he always drink juice after brushing his teeth? He put the container back in the door but his eyes went to the top glass shelf and saw a sex toy next to a large tube of lubricant. He knitted his brows. But...he'd complained about the cold feeling earlier, when Jack had... Ianto grabbed them both and looked for a place to put them. He finally went to his bedroom and slipped them into the nightstand drawer.
8:52. Oh God. Jack was coming. Ianto was certain he'd be on time; he'd promised. He turned the dimmer switch on his bedside light to low and glanced at the dresser where a candle sat on a small plate. Ianto walked over and lit it with a match, then stood at the side of his bed. He slowly took off his bathrobe and reached for the small plug. He swallowed. He remembered that Jack had used lube, so retrieved the tube and covered the toy, then put the tube back in the drawer, crawled onto the bed, reached behind him, and slowly slid the plug inside. Jesus, the lube was still cold. He shivered.
8:56. Ianto turned his back to the door and bent forward. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. He contemplated getting dressed and meeting Jack at the door with the security chain on to keep him out. "Sorry, Jack. You know...changed my mind." But he reached his hand down and ran his fingers the length of his dick then. He was hard at the thought of Jack, on his way over to touch him he didn't even know he'd liked, to order Ianto to do whatever he said to, to punish him if he didn't. He shut his eyes, put his head down, and breathed deeply. He clenched his buttocks and felt the plug inside him. Jack wouldn't let anything bad happen, especially if he followed Jack's rules. He spread his knees apart as he'd been directed to do and rested his head on the bed.
Ianto's eyes were still shut tight when he heard the front door squeak open and shut and footsteps in the hallway. He sensed someone behind him and resisted the urge to turn around and look. The footsteps stopped at the edge of the bed, and he heard a rustle of fabric, then peeked through the corner of his eyes to see Jack's coat as it dropped on top of his bathrobe. He waited, but Jack didn't speak or...do anything.
"Jack..." Ianto said. He lifted his head.
"Don't turn around, Ianto," he heard Jack say sternly. He felt his boss' fingers stroke the sides of his hips and then part his trembling cheeks, then quickly move away. Ianto was sure he'd done everything Jack had asked him to. Jack walked around the bed to the other side, and Ianto looked up at him. Jack had changed into a different shirt, but it was still a reassuring blue. He wore braces and the same gray trousers. And he looked...normal. Just Jack, who he saw every day at work. Jack squatted at the bed's edge, and set down his small satchel and a paper sack. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," Ianto said, a bit shyly. Jack frowned. Ianto swallowed hard. What had he done wrong? "Sir," he corrected himself. "I'm sorry, sir."
"That's better, Ianto. Address me as Sir so you'll be reminded I'm in charge of you," Jack said. He leaned over and ran a hand through Ianto's hair. "Your hair's still wet. Nice shower?"
"It was good, sir."
"Did you wash your cock for me? Under the foreskin? Did you clean your bottom, too? I don't like dirty bottoms."
"Y..yes sir."
Jack stood up again and walked back behind him. "Did you have dinner?"
"No sir. I wasn't hungry."
"Ianto, you should eat something."
"I...I know. I had breakfast today. I just. I wasn't hungry. I'm okay."
"Ianto," Jack sighed. "You need to remember to address me as Sir. It's not very fucking difficult."
"Sorry, sir. I'm fine, sir."
"All right then. Ianto." Jack walked to the bedroom door and threw the wall switch to turn on the overhead light. He walked to the dresser, and Ianto smelled the tinge of burned-out candle wick.
"Sir?"
"Yes?" Jack asked. He sat on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, then began rolling up his sleeves.
"You don't like candles, sir?"
"Candles and dimmers are mood-lighting, Ianto." Jack turned up the light on the bedside table to full power. "This isn't a date."
Ianto felt his face go red in the now-bright room as Jack walked back to his spot in front of him. He was crouching naked on his bed with a plug in his bottom just because he'd been told to and he didn't know what to say. Jack continued: "I'm here to give you the discipline you need, to train your asshole and cock, not to shag to Dido on the stereo." Jack's voice turned sharp. "I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your captain. You are to do what you're told and please me. That's all. Got that?"
Ianto buried his face in the mattress. "I didn't...yes sir."
"Look at me. The light has to be on or I can't see to train you. How can I tell if your tight little hole is open and being properly stretched for me in the dark? Move forward," Jack commanded, walking around the bed. Ianto did, and he felt the bed depress as Jack knelt behind him. Jack's hands caressed his buttocks. "Your skin is pink. Did the spanking hurt a lot?"
"Yes. Quite a lot, sir." He froze as Jack reached between his spread thighs and began stroking his cock. It felt good. He shifted his hips.
"Don't move." Jack said sharply. "You promised me you'd do better tonight."
"Sir...yes."
"Don't talk anymore, either. I don't want to have to gag you, and I can't spank you hard until your cheeks lose that pink again." Jack slid his fingers to Ianto's hole and poked at the buttplug. He grasped the end and pulled it out slightly, then back in. He began moving it slowly, fucking Ianto with it. Ianto bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. Jack slowed the motion and pulled the plug out. "Well, you did a good job of obeying my orders, Ianto. Bottom beautifully exposed to me, plug in all the way. I'm very happy you were ready and did what I told you. I'm proud of your obedience tonight. For the most part."
Ianto felt a wave of relief at the praise. "Thank you, sir."
"However, I just said you were not to talk. It's my turn and I'm the boss, here. You speak when I tell you you're allowed to." Jack slapped Ianto's ass hard. It stung badly. He swallowed. "See, you forced me to punish you. Ianto, and I really didn't want to, but you needed it. I'm going really slow here and very easy on you but you can't do the simplest things sometimes. I was all ready to walk in and reward you with a big plug in your bottom, but now I'm getting angry. Do you want me to be angry with you?" Ianto shook his head. "I think you do. I think you're doing it just for the spankings." Ianto shook his head again. "Yes, you are. I'm not playing that game with you. If you're willful, I'm going to really punish you, with something you won't like at all, and you'll be very. Fucking. Sorry."
"Sir..." Ianto began.
"Don't talk."
Jack stood and walked out of the room. Ianto could hear him in the kitchen. He returned with a large bowl full of ice. Ianto shivered. Jack opened the paper sack and pulled out two bottles of water. "I like my water cold and conveniently located," Jack explained, with a smile. He knelt on the bed again behind him and Ianto felt Jack's ice-cooled fingers part his cheeks roughly. Jack didn't do anything else, and Ianto knew he was looking at his hole. He clenched almost involuntarily at the close scrutiny. "Don't do that, Ianto," Jack said, "I'm looking at you and I can't if you close up." Ianto relaxed. Jack traced the sensitive outside of Ianto's opening with his fingers gently and finally pushed one of them inside. He went to the first knuckle, Ianto thought, before pulling it all the way out and back in. He felt Jack's finger explore him a bit deeper. "Relax, Ianto." Ianto tried, but it was hard not to tighten the muscle and squeeze around Jack's finger.
"Ianto, you're very tight. I can't fuck you like this. You need to be stretched again tonight. Now, when you feel pressure, push out." Jack slid his finger inside slowly, all the way. "Perfect." Then Jack curved his finger and Ianto gritted his teeth at the sensation of his prostate being stimulated. Jack withdrew, too quickly. "You didn't use enough lube. Your ass is too fucking dry." Ianto's toes curled behind him. He felt Jack grip his hips with both hands. "Push out again, Jack said, and Ianto felt something warm and wet poke at his at his hole and tease it. It was Jack's tongue.. Ianto realized. He gasped and felt Jack straighten behind him. "Shhh. No moving, no sounds." Jack said. Ianto squeezed his eyes shut and felt Jack's breath on him again, then the tip of a hot tongue around the outside of his opening again. He gripped the bedcover in his fists and tried to be still as he felt Jack's tongue breach his center and slide inside. Jack pulled back, then did it again, and licked the outside of Ianto's bottom. Then he plunged his tongue in deep and Ianto couldn't help it...it felt amazing...he groaned. .
Jack pulled back and Ianto braced for a hard slap for making noise, but heard Jack laugh softly.
"I take it you like that? My tongue inside your ass? You can answer."
"Sir...God. Yes. More. Please." Ianto's cock scraped the covers and he moaned.
"No. No more." Jack let go of his hips and stroked the backs of his thighs. "That's all you can take of that; you need to wait a lot longer before you can come, but you need rewards as well as punishments, don't you?"
"Yes sir," Ianto gasped, still clutching at the coverlet. Jack reached down to his hands and uncurled his fists. He urged Ianto to turn over on his back, and when Jack nodded at him Ianto remembered Jack's rule and quickly opened his legs.
"That's not wide enough." Ianto moved them further apart, then Jack grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Ianto's cheeks, angling them up. He bent Ianto's knees and pushed them down to the sides. "Knees bent. Good. In fact, hold your knees apart for me." Ianto gripped them from beneath and did as he was told. Jack ran a knuckle over his testicles and up the base of Ianto's cock...the foreskin was sliding down a bit. Jack slid it back further and massaged the head with his large palm. Ianto's legs shook.
"That's right. You are required to show your captain your cock and your hole at all times. Do you recall why I made that rule for you, Ianto?" Ianto nodded. "Good. It's because you need to be trained. Your cock is mine now, and so is that too-tight asshole of yours, so I need you to display yourself to me when I'm here. Always. When you follow directions, you'll get the training you need to please me, and if you please me, I'll take care of you." Jack fisted the shaft of Ianto's dick a few times, then moved his hand up.
"Listen carefully. You will not come until tell you it's time. You need to be very still and quiet while I prepare your bottom tonight, and you might get my hard cock up inside you later, you got me?" Ianto nodded again, biting his lip. All thoughts of telling Jack that this had been a mistake left him. He didn't really understand why he now thought having Jack fuck him seemed like the thing he wanted most in the world, but he did.
The only place Jack was touching him now was the very tip, and it was damp with pre-come already. He shut his eyes. "Watch what I'm doing to you." Ianto craned his neck up and saw Jack ghosting his finger almost imperceptibly over the end of his cock. "See? That's just my fingertip, Ianto. Your captain is barely even teasing your cock and you're already leaking. You'd better not come yet." Jack raised his moistened finger to Ianto's lips. "Open." Ianto opened his mouth and Jack wiped his fingertip off on Ianto's tongue. "Suck." Ianto sucked delicately and then harder on his fingertip, and Jack closed his eyes. He pulled his finger out and put his thumb inside Ianto's mouth, splaying his fingers out to stroke the side of his face. "Mmm, yeah."
Jack reached into his bag and brought out the cock ring. He snapped it at the base of Ianto's dick and sat back on his heels. Then he got up and unlaced his boots and took them off, along with his socks.
" Ianto, you didn't use enough lubricant on the plug, earlier. You need lots of lube or it's going to hurt." Ianto nodded. Jack stood and palmed himself through his trousers. Ianto watched him unzip them, reach in and pull out his cock. He was already hard. "Sit up." Ianto let go of his knees and obeyed, moving towards Jack where he stood at the edge of the bed.
"You're going to do exactly what I tell you and not a thing different, and you'll get a reward. Do you understand?" Ianto nodded. Jack stepped forward with his cock in his hand and traced Ianto's lips with the head. "Open your mouth." Ianto did. "Now lick your lips and cover your teeth." Jack edged his cock into Ianto's mouth and let it rest on his tongue. "Lick my cock." Ianto licked at the head. "Good, Ianto." Jack threw his head back and edged forward, and Ianto felt more of Jack's cock further back on his tongue. "Lick it properly. Come on. Get my cock nice and wet," Jack commanded, and Ianto did, then sucked harder. He lifted his hands and Jack put his own hand on Ianto's shoulder to stop him. "No, Ianto! No hands. Just your mouth. Suck harder." Ianto tried to make it good, to do what Jack had done to him before, to emulate the women who'd gone down on him. Jack's cock tasted foreign, yet not terribly so...just smooth skin. Jack smelled fresh, like lemon soap. He moved his tongue around Jack's dick and sucked, and Jack slid his hand to the back of Ianto's neck, then into his hair. "Okay, stop," Jack said, and pulled Ianto's head back and away. He tucked himself carefully back into his trousers and zipped his fly. "That was..." Jack began, breathing heavily. "that was...very good, Ianto."
Ianto looked up at him. He felt pleased that Jack had liked it, and had been affected. Jack pushed Ianto's shoulders back and dropped his own knees to the floor, then reached down under his thighs and moved his hands up to hold Ianto's knees apart. He lifted Ianto slightly, hands under his cheeks, and Ianto felt Jack's tongue at his bottom again. He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning as Jack's tongue fucked into him deeply and very slowly, just once. Then again. Then Jack pulled away and tugged softly at Ianto's cockring. When he looked up, Jack was smiling.
"What do you think you need now, Ianto?"
"Sir...I need. I...don't know."
"You need a bigger plug in your asshole. I really want to fuck you tonight and you've got to be made ready for me.'"
"You can. You...can do it now, sir," Ianto said quietly. "You can fuck me now." He wanted very much to please Jack, to make him come.
"Nope. That plug was really small, and you're not trained yet. You have to be stretched again and it's a long, long process. You know that." Jack reached into his satchel and took out the stopwatch, clicked it, and set it on the nightstand. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you and get you there." Jack stood up and left the room. When he returned, he looked angry.
"Ianto, there was a plug and a tube of lubricant in the refrigerator. Where are they?"
"The nightstand."
"SIR."
"They...they're in there, sir."
"Why didn't you leave them where I left them?"
"I don't like them so cold, sir," Ianto said quietly. Jack crossed his arms across his chest.
"Ianto, I really don't care what you like or don't like. This is about what you need. It was a lucky coincidence that I happened to approve of the way you responded earlier today when I used a cold plug on your bottom, so you'll just have to get used to it."
"Y-Yes sir."
Jack opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the tube and the plug. "Dammit. They're warming up. On your knees, now." Ianto turned over and got on his hands and knees. Jack pushed him forward so his hands slid down the bed and his chest was down. Ianto heard him unsnap the lube cap and press a wet finger to his bottom. "Nope.Too warm." Jack withdrew his hand and Ianto heard a crunching sound as Jack plunged the tube and plug into the ice bowl. Ianto whimpered. "Quiet!" Jack slapped his bottom hard. Jack withdrew something from the bowl and Ianto shivered. He felt Jack's fingers open his cheeks and hold them apart, and something cold at his opening. "Lean back," Jack ordered, "now push out." Ianto did as he was told and felt something icy enter his bottom. He clutched the covers.
"Too cold!" he moaned.
"Of course it's cold. It's ice." Jack pinched Ianto's bottom shut, and Ianto whimpered and felt the small cube begin to melt. Water dripped. He was about to say "Harkness" to make Jack stop, but Jack opened him up just then and retrieved the piece of ice. Ianto shivered. "Didn't like that, did you?" Ianto shook his head. "Shame," Jack said. "I like to play with ice. It's just water, Ianto. Do you think I would do anything to hurt you? You need to learn to trust me." Jack reached for the plug and shook off the condensation, then placed a large amount of lube on it and smoothed it with his fingers. He pressed at Ianto's opening. "Stop clenching. Relax, then push back hard and take it in. You need my cock in your bottom tonight, or we'll be behind the schedule I've set. I am NOT fucking you until you're completely ready for me." Ianto relaxed, and he felt the plug push slowly into his center. It was as cold as it was after having been left in the car boot in the morning, but not anything like the shock of the ice. Ianto felt a strong shudder run through his body, but was silent. Jack brought the cold plug back out very slowly, and then ordered him to turn over. Ianto did, and Jack pushed his knees up on the mattress. "That's right, Ianto. All the way open for your captain." He kneeled on the bed and slipped a supportive hand under Ianto's backside, then slowly worked the cold plug halfway again. Ianto grabbed his knees to keep his legs from shaking.
"That's it...show how nicely you can spread wide open, and how well you obey my orders. You need to obey, because I know what's best for you, don't I?" Jack pulled the plug out. "Did that make your bottom feel cold inside?" Ianto nodded. Jack removed the plug, then uncapped the lube and bent down, and Ianto could feel his hole being gently stretched open again by Jack's thumbs, then Jack picked up the plug and slowly pushed it all the way in. Ianto couldn't help arching his back with pleasure...cool or not, it felt good to be filled again...and he worried Jack would punish him, but he only received a warning look. Ianto was relieved. He didn't want to disappoint Jack. He had to try harder. Jack pried Ianto's fingers from under his knees and pulled them over his head on the bed, then put Ianto's feet down and pressed his knees up again.
"You look beautiful like that, Ianto. I think I'm going to fuck your ass with you in that exact position later." Ianto swallowed hard. "That is, if you can keep from moving around so much. Can you be still?" Ianto nodded quickly. "My cock is going to feel nice and warm going in...so much better than the plug." Jack pulled it out a bit and turned it, then pushed it back. "It's getting a bit warmer from your body heat, see? When I shoot my hot come deep into your tight little asshole, it'll feel so good." Ianto moaned, and Jack leaned over him. "Shhh. Quiet," he said, softly. "Ianto, if you haven't guessed by now, I've been around the block more than a few times. Your captain knows how to make you feel good, huh? Can you trust me to give you what you need? You can talk, Ianto."
"Sir..." he began. "I want...I want to feel you inside me."
"You do need my big cock, Ianto. You need to have your asshole fucked very, very soon. Say it. Ask me nicely."
"Yes sir, please. I need you to fuck my ass. Please fuck me tonight." Ianto gasped, as Jack pulled out the plug with no preamble and added lube to his fingers, then stretched out alongside him on the bed. He reached his hand under one of Ianto's thighs and pushed two fingers inside him.
"Keep talking, Ianto. I want you hold very still and tell me what you're experiencing. Tell me how this makes you feel."
"It...they feel so good in my hole, sir. Want more. Want your hard cock deep inside. Want you to fuck my ass raw, sir...please?" Ianto pleaded, gasping. He knew he sounded wanton and shameless again, but at this point, he didn't really care.
"Not yet," Jack hissed."You need to be still, close your eyes, and concentrate on what I'm doing. And to be quiet again, starting immediately. You are not to talk or move or make another sound unless I tell you you may." Jack began moving his wrist faster and faster, fucking in and out. "Squeeze my fingers," Jack commanded, and Ianto did, moaning. "Stop making noise." Jack was moving his two fingers furiously."Your bottom is so wet and hungry, Ianto," Jack whispered into his neck. Ianto turned his face toward Jack's trying to capture his mouth, but Jack leaned back.
"No! Don't even think of trying to kiss me, Ianto," he hissed. "I told you. I'm in charge of your training here. I'm not your boyfriend. Turn your face towards the ceiling and keep your eyes shut." Ianto quickly did. He felt hurt.
Jack slowed his fingers to a steady push and pull and shifted, then lowered his lips to Ianto's nearest nipple. He took it into his mouth and sucked hard. Ianto gasped quietly. "Mmm. Good." Jack mumbled into his chest. He disengaged his flexing hand and leaned across Ianto to feel around in his open satchel, then withdrew the nipple clamps. He lowered his face to suck and lick at Ianto's other nipple while teasing the first with his fingertip, then clamped both in turn. He tugged lightly on the chain between them. Ianto bit his tongue. It both hurt and felt good at the same time. Jack then got off of the bed and, taking the satchel, he walked to the other end and pulled out a braided cord. He pulled Ianto's hands together over his head with his elbows bent, and tied his wrists together. Then he pulled Ianto sideways, and made him scoot back at an angle. Ianto couldn't see what Jack was doing. He was very nervous. He didn't like it when he couldn't see what his captain was doing.
"I think it's almost time for me to fuck you with my cock, and last time you tried to touch me. Can't have that." Ianto pulled his hands slightly but the silky rope stopped them. Jack had secured it to the middle bar of the iron headboard. "Pity I can't tie your legs down too," Jack said. "You need to keep them very still, and not move your body at all unless you're instructed to. Got it?" Ianto nodded.
"Ianto, you look amazing," Jack said. "You're spread all the way open like this for me, exposed, anticipating your very first hard and deep fucking. I just wish you didn't have to take only my word for it." Jack reached down and caressed his balls, and Ianto flushed.
I'll be right back," Jack said. He pulled his cell phone from pocket and left the room, and Ianto heard him call someone. He strained to hear what Jack was saying, but couldn't. Jack had rung Tosh earlier in the day, to ask her to come over and see Ianto in a position like this, but he'd protested. He began to grow nervous. What if Jack really asked her over, or someone else? He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He swallowed hard and pulled at the rope bonds, but they were secure.
Jack reentered the room, putting the phone back into his pocket. "Now where was I?" He went to his satchel and pulled another plug out. "This one's the big one from earlier today. It was a good stretch, and you need more now, so I don't hurt you." He pushed his thumbs into Ianto's behind to open him again. "Hold your knees up, Ianto," Jack demanded, and Ianto brought his knees up and apart. Jack leaned forward on the bed and dribbled lubricant onto to Ianto's hole, then spread it with his fingers into the opening and around it. Ianto wanted to tell Jack again how good his fingers felt. Jack worked the plug in slowly, pushing it halfway. Then he began to turn it inside Ianto's bottom. Ianto struggled not to squirm. He wanted Sir inside him badly, so he had to obey. He focused on the feeling.
"Good." Ianto started to lower his legs.. "No," Jack said, pulling on the nipple clamp chain. Ianto peeked out through his lashes. His nipples felt hard and a bit sore, and his legs were getting tired. "Okay, put your legs down now," Jack ordered. "Spread your knees wider." Ianto complied. Jack gripped the ring at the end of the plug and pushed it all the way in. It felt so good to Ianto---the fullness and pressure. He sucked in a breath as Jack stood above him and began working the plug again, fucking it in and out, his movements agonizingly slow and precise. Ianto began breathing hard. Jack smiled at him. "I knew you'd like this. I knew you needed to be filled, didn't I, Ianto?" Ianto bit back a whimper. "I could tease your needy little ass all night." Jack pulled the plug out. He reached up to Ianto's cock and removed the ring. "Mmm. Not to mention your pretty cock. It's all mine, and the plans I have for you once you're fully trained...you really have no idea."
Jack began gently stroking the head with the tip of his finger again "Now don't come." Ianto tried to think of something, anything else than what Jack was doing to his dick as he spoke to him in a low tone. "I'll come into the tourist office whenever I get the notion to, Ianto. I'll undo your flies and pull your cock out and touch you just like this...just barely. It's all you need, isn't it? Then I'll pull your trousers down and fingerfuck you right there at the desk, and your cock will be so hard. Anybody could walk in, while my fingers are inside you, getting you prepared for me, or if I have you bent over the desk with my big cock up your perfectly-trained asshole, filling you up. Imagine that."
He took a bottle of water out of the ice bucket and had a sip, then stood at the foot of the bed. "You thirsty?" Ianto shook his head.
Ianto could feel Jack's eyes on him, all over. He heard a zipper and the slide of fabric, and squinted at Jack, who took his cock out and began stroking it. He wanted Jack to stop, to get up and stretch his body out on top of him. He felt empty. He wanted Jack inside him, or at least the plug again. He moaned.
"Shhh," Jack said. He leaned over Ianto on the bed and Ianto felt the warm head of Jack's cock at his entrance. "You're ready. Gonna fuck you right now, Ianto." Ianto took a deep breath and held it. His arms trembled. Oh God. Please. He wanted Jack desperately.
Just then the door buzzer to Ianto's flat went off. Jack turned his head. "Ah. Timing." He stood and tucked himself into his trousers and zipped them, wincing. "I''ll be right back. Don't move." Jack then turned and walked out.
Ianto lay still on the bed. He heard Jack go to the door and voices --- one of them a woman's. There were the sounds of rustling and more conversation. He remembered what Jack had said earlier in the day, and how he'd called Tosh to come over "to see something," and froze. Oh God. No. Ianto pulled at the bounds attaching him to the center of the headboard. Too strong. He looked down at himself --- the nipple clamps, everything. He'd never felt so...naked. he hurriedly turned on his side and struggled to pull himself up to a sitting position. That wasn't any better. He felt one of the clamps catch on the fabric of the bedcover and groaned. It . Now frantic, he tried to grip the material with his feet and somehow cover himself, but he'd tucked it under the mattress tightly when he'd made the bed. At the end of the hall, he heard an inquisitive sound from the woman and Jack's laugh in response. No. There was no way he could allow anyone else to see him like this. Panting, he curled up in a ball, as he heard the thump of Jack's feet approaching along the wood floor. Before they got to the bedroom, Ianto shouted, "Stop! Harkness!".
Jack appeared at the doorway, looking confused. "What the...what's wrong?" He walked up to the bed, but Ianto's eyes were still glued to the doorway behind him. Ianto twisted on the mattress, struggling to cover himself. "Don't let her in here, please. I don't...I don't want this anymore. I don't want to play this game," he pleaded. "Please, untie me." Ianto felt the tight constriction of rising hysteria rise in his chest and was afraid he was about to start sobbing. "Jack...sir, please. Just...untie my hands."
Jack rushed to Ianto, and gripped his shoulders. He reached for the braided tie at Ianto's wrists and loosened it, letting his hands free. Ianto reached for the nipple clamp on one side, removed it, and flinched, but Jack grabbed his other hand. "Ianto, stop. Seriously. Stop. You can't just..." Jack gripped Ianto's side and slowly disengaged the other clamp, then dipped his head to the nipple and softly closed his lips around it, soothing it. Ianto tried to push him away, but Jack moved onto the bed, halfway behind him, and wrapped his arms around Ianto, holding him firm against his chest. He murmured into the back of his neck. "Ianto. Stop panicking. Stop it now. Breathe. Tell me what's wrong."
"Let me go. I don't want Tosh to see me like this," Ianto hissed.
"Ianto," Jack murmured. "Ianto, there's no one here. That was Gwen. She's gone now."
"Gwen?" Ianto asked. His voice turned accusatory. "You told her to come here."
"Yes, I did. She's working the late shift for me tonight. She finished up at ten and I reminded her to drop some things by. You're aware that that there is nearly nothing in your refrigerator, right?" Ianto, still breathing heavily, stopped struggling, but Jack didn't loosen his grip. "I asked her to buy some groceries earlier, and when I called she told me she'd even ordered takeaway, because she happens to give a shit about you. It's in the kitchen, but she's not here." Jack released Ianto and he twisted out of his arms, then reached for his bathrobe, stood on shaky feet, and threw it on. He tied the belt and went to the doorway of the bedroom and looked out cautiously, then he walked down the hall to the kitchen. The living room was dark and there was a white plastic bag on the breakfast bar. Ianto touched it...warm boxes, and his nose told him it was Chinese food.
He sensed Jack behind him then. "Are you hungry?"
Ianto opened the refrigerator and saw a half-dozen-size box of eggs, a container of milk, and some luncheon meat and cheese. Two other grocery bags sat on the counter. He spun and saw Jack leaning against the bar. Jack rested his chin on his hand. "Well?"
"But I thought...I was sure...."
"Ianto." Jack walked around the bar and came up behind him. He put his hands on Ianto's shoulders and Ianto could feel his thumbs caressing the seams at the top of the sleeves. "It's okay. Ianto, it's fine. Go on and eat something, if you want to. She's brought your favorite, shrimp lo mein." Ianto felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden. He bent over and put his hands on his knees. "Jesus, are you all right?" Jack asked, concerned. He pulled Ianto over to the small nook table and sat him down.
"But you'd said that I needed someone to see me..." Ianto's voice faded away as Jack rustled through the bag and pulled out two sets of chopsticks. He stopped, set them down and sat down across from Ianto at the table.
"I want you to think for a minute, Ianto. Did I do anything today to hurt you?" Ianto looked up as Jack continued. "That is, anything you didn't ask me to do?"
"No," Ianto admitted, after a long pause. "No, you didn't."
"Did I do anything that I didn't tell you I was going to do ahead of time? Anything that didn't feel good to you?"
"No. Yes. The ice. That was highly unpleasant."
"I know that now, and I won't do it again, but you didn't say my name. You know how to make me stop at any time," Jack pointed out. "But I thought...Ianto." Jack held his hand out, face up. Ianto ignored the offer. "I'm not here to be cruel to you. Jesus. I thought you liked this...wanted me to...did you like it? Before you had that freakout just now, what was going through your mind?"
"....I...I wanted you to..."
"You wanted me."
Ianto avoided Jack's eyes. He picked up a salt shaker and shook salt into the palm of his hand, then sifted it out from his fist onto the table. "Yes," he said quietly.
"How long?" Ianto was silent. "I think, since the warehouse, Ianto. I think you've been waiting for it to happen for a long time. And so have I."
Ianto met Jack's gaze. "Really."
"Come on. You know I did. And I know now why you thought you couldn't. Why you thought you couldn't just ask for it. Why you couldn't ask for anything you needed from me or anyone else. So I decided to show you."
"You're playing with me. The punishments, everything you've said. It's just a game to you. You wanted..."
"It's...sort of a game, if that's what you want to call it," Jack said. "But I loved seeing you respond to me today...oh my God, every second of it. And I counted the hours until I could come back tonight. I want so badly to make you feel good and know that I'm giving you what you really need and think you can't ask for, what you do finally beg for, what you want to pretend is my idea."
He paused. "You feel...odd. I get that. Stripped down. Exposed. But I'm exposing everything too; now you know what I want and need from you. What I expect. What turns me on. I think we're a...we're a match, here. All of us are champions at keeping secrets, but I'm not willing to conceal this anymore." Jack stood. "Look, there's a lot of food. You're probably starving. Do you want to eat? It's fine if you do." Ianto shook his head. "Look, I could go right now and we could forget today ever happened. You can come back to work and things go back to the way they were before, or you can leave the job for good, and, well...you know what happens when people leave Torchwood. The same thing that would if Owen left us, or Gwen. You've got to forget it all, and I won't lie and tell you I think that's a bad choice.
"I can even give you a low-dose of retcon now and let you forget I was here today. It's your call. Completely.
"Or... Ianto, do you...want to go back to your bedroom and pick things up where we left off? I'm not messing with your head, or trying to cause you distress. I do know what you need, what you want. The same things I want. But you've got to trust me. If you want this to happen ---if you want me, that means you let go and let me be in charge. Because this, this is who I am. Or you don't want me at all. And you know, that's fine. Up to you."
Jack turned and Ianto caught his wrist. He slid his thumb over the edge of Jack's leather strap. "Jack..." he said. Jack looked down and his wrist, Ianto's long fingers twisted around it. Ianto stood up, let go of Jack's arm, and walked past him to the hallway. After a moment, Jack followed. Midway down the hall, Ianto stopped, removed his bathrobe and turned to Jack, handing it over. Jack threw it over his arm.
When they entered the bedroom, Jack hit the light switch to the off position, leaving the bedside lamp the only light in the room. Ianto turned to him, eyes bright, before he moved his hand to the switch and flooded the room with light again.
"You need to see me, to make sure when I'm ready for you. You can't tell in the dark, can you, sir?" he asked, and Jack nodded.
"That's right. Ianto. Not yet. Not at first. It'll be different once you're trained."
"I understand, sir." Ianto went to the bed and stretched out on his back, lifting his arms over his head and exposing himself fully to Jack, as he'd been instructed to do.
Jack took a deep breath, and pushed up his sleeves.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings: Spanking, D/S, Toys, Rimming
Rating: NC-17, 7,600 words
A/N: This is the followup to parts 1&2 on the TouchYerWood kink meme. Jack trains Ianto to be his begging bottom submissive. Post-Cyberwoman.
1st part - First Punishment
2nd part - Second Error
3rd part - Needs
Ianto woke up on his sofa at dusk, he rubbed his eyes sleepily then absently reached for his cock and stroked it ---he'd woken with a throbbing hard-on. He stretched and rolled over, then winced when he felt the rub of fabric against his bottom. Oh. The events of the day began to come back to him. Jack had been here, in his flat. Jack had spanked him. Several times.
He recalled how he'd asked Jack, begged him, to spank him harder, to plug his ass, to fuck him. Ianto felt his heart race and rising panic. Oh my God, what had he done? What had he let Jack do? He gingerly turned onto one hip and reached behind him, and felt the ring handle of a small plug protruding from inside. He drew his hand back quickly and shut his eyes.
He'd admitted to himself with great difficulty after his "punishments" in Jack's office that the spanking and penetration had been a turn-on, but he hadn't asked for those things to happen...Jack had him over a barrel then and he'd told himself he'd been forced to comply for fear of being fired. Today, he'd asked, no...pleaded with his boss for more. Mortified, he reached behind him again and pulled at the plug. It came free easily ---he could feel wetness within--- and he put it on the towel beneath him. It all came back to him; he had been so subservient to Jack. He'd begged to be smacked and had moved on Jack's fingers right there on the sofa, fucked himself onto them, like..like...
Jack's amused words came back to him: "Ianto, I think you're a little bit wanton."
Ianto took a deep breath. What had he got himself into?
What time was it? Ianto quickly rose and went to the kitchen to check the digital clock on his microwave. 7:49, and Jack...Jack was coming at 9 o'clock. Ianto's heart raced. Jack was coming back and he was supposed to shower and be...Oh God, he was supposed to wait for Jack on his bed. He thought it was the bed. Yes. Ianto rushed to his bedroom, went to the head of the bed and pulled the sheets taut; he hadn't made the bed for over a week. Then he arranged the blanket and dark green plaid cover neatly and swept the book he'd been reading into the bedside table drawer.
He sat down again. What was he doing?
He'd tell Jack when he came that it had all been a mistake. Stress. He wasn't feeling like himself lately. "Stress," Ianto said aloud. "It was a huge mistake. No, not a mistake, a misunderstanding, really." He'd apologize and tell Jack that he wouldn't be coming back to work. It was bad enough thinking about facing him tonight, let alone at the Hub, knowing what he'd admitted to Jack what he wanted, how he'd been so...so desperate and pathetically needy and (literally) naked. Ianto felt like packing a bag and running away.
8:12, read the bedside alarm clock. Should he...? Ianto didn't know what to do, what he wanted. It would be easy just to get ready for Jack as he'd been told to do. Ianto felt his cock stir in his lap. He reached down and stroked it. He thought of Jack opening his knees, explaining why he had to be exposed when Jack was present. Jack wrapping his lips around Ianto's cock and sucking after he'd come too early, though he'd been disappointed with him. Ianto began to breathe heavily. He knew he wanted Jack to tell him what to do again. He wanted Jack to fuck him, he realized, and unless he did what he was told, Jack never would. Jack would be angry and he'd leave. He quickly stood and went to the living room and grabbed the towel and pillow and plug from the sofa, and stuffed the towel into the clothes hamper. He went to the bathroom and washed the plug with soapy water, then went to the bedroom and left it on the bedside table. 8:19.
He went to the bathroom and started the shower, went to the toilet for a long piss and finally looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes looked a bit tired, and he was growing a crop of stubble. He brushed his teeth and wet down his face with hot water, took out his shaving brush and coated his beard as the steam rose. He hurriedly shaved, nicking himself in the process, (dammit, should have let the steam work longer) and stepped into the stall and washed his hair, then his body. He rubbed the soapy flannel over his cock...he was hard again...and then gingerly brought it back to his bottom and swiped at his hole. It was okay; he wasn't sore inside. He breathed. He carefully cleaned out the remaining lube and moved the flannel gently over his buttocks and winced. The hot water felt good against the flesh of his ass, which did hurt from Jack's open-handed slaps. "Spank me harder, sir!" he'd said. Ianto pressed his forehead to the cool tiles of the shower. He'd asked for all of it. He'd actually begged. He closed his eyes and let the water cascade over his back.
Ianto turned off the shower, dried off, used the towel to rub the steam from the mirror, then turned to grab his dressing gown from its hook behind the door. It was then he saw his bottom...he had a big handprint from Jack. He swiveled, looking over his shoulder in the mirror...both sides were still pink, obviously the result of an open-handed spanking. A spanking he'd pleaded with Jack to administer. He felt the heat of shame rush to his face again and donned his robe quickly.
He went to the kitchen and glanced at the clock on the microwave. 8:43. Jack would be here in less than 20 minutes. Ianto wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't really hungry, but he opened the refrigerator and checked the date on a container of orange juice (questionable), uncapped it and took a deep drink, then made a face. Why did he always drink juice after brushing his teeth? He put the container back in the door but his eyes went to the top glass shelf and saw a sex toy next to a large tube of lubricant. He knitted his brows. But...he'd complained about the cold feeling earlier, when Jack had... Ianto grabbed them both and looked for a place to put them. He finally went to his bedroom and slipped them into the nightstand drawer.
8:52. Oh God. Jack was coming. Ianto was certain he'd be on time; he'd promised. He turned the dimmer switch on his bedside light to low and glanced at the dresser where a candle sat on a small plate. Ianto walked over and lit it with a match, then stood at the side of his bed. He slowly took off his bathrobe and reached for the small plug. He swallowed. He remembered that Jack had used lube, so retrieved the tube and covered the toy, then put the tube back in the drawer, crawled onto the bed, reached behind him, and slowly slid the plug inside. Jesus, the lube was still cold. He shivered.
8:56. Ianto turned his back to the door and bent forward. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. He contemplated getting dressed and meeting Jack at the door with the security chain on to keep him out. "Sorry, Jack. You know...changed my mind." But he reached his hand down and ran his fingers the length of his dick then. He was hard at the thought of Jack, on his way over to touch him he didn't even know he'd liked, to order Ianto to do whatever he said to, to punish him if he didn't. He shut his eyes, put his head down, and breathed deeply. He clenched his buttocks and felt the plug inside him. Jack wouldn't let anything bad happen, especially if he followed Jack's rules. He spread his knees apart as he'd been directed to do and rested his head on the bed.
Ianto's eyes were still shut tight when he heard the front door squeak open and shut and footsteps in the hallway. He sensed someone behind him and resisted the urge to turn around and look. The footsteps stopped at the edge of the bed, and he heard a rustle of fabric, then peeked through the corner of his eyes to see Jack's coat as it dropped on top of his bathrobe. He waited, but Jack didn't speak or...do anything.
"Jack..." Ianto said. He lifted his head.
"Don't turn around, Ianto," he heard Jack say sternly. He felt his boss' fingers stroke the sides of his hips and then part his trembling cheeks, then quickly move away. Ianto was sure he'd done everything Jack had asked him to. Jack walked around the bed to the other side, and Ianto looked up at him. Jack had changed into a different shirt, but it was still a reassuring blue. He wore braces and the same gray trousers. And he looked...normal. Just Jack, who he saw every day at work. Jack squatted at the bed's edge, and set down his small satchel and a paper sack. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," Ianto said, a bit shyly. Jack frowned. Ianto swallowed hard. What had he done wrong? "Sir," he corrected himself. "I'm sorry, sir."
"That's better, Ianto. Address me as Sir so you'll be reminded I'm in charge of you," Jack said. He leaned over and ran a hand through Ianto's hair. "Your hair's still wet. Nice shower?"
"It was good, sir."
"Did you wash your cock for me? Under the foreskin? Did you clean your bottom, too? I don't like dirty bottoms."
"Y..yes sir."
Jack stood up again and walked back behind him. "Did you have dinner?"
"No sir. I wasn't hungry."
"Ianto, you should eat something."
"I...I know. I had breakfast today. I just. I wasn't hungry. I'm okay."
"Ianto," Jack sighed. "You need to remember to address me as Sir. It's not very fucking difficult."
"Sorry, sir. I'm fine, sir."
"All right then. Ianto." Jack walked to the bedroom door and threw the wall switch to turn on the overhead light. He walked to the dresser, and Ianto smelled the tinge of burned-out candle wick.
"Sir?"
"Yes?" Jack asked. He sat on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, then began rolling up his sleeves.
"You don't like candles, sir?"
"Candles and dimmers are mood-lighting, Ianto." Jack turned up the light on the bedside table to full power. "This isn't a date."
Ianto felt his face go red in the now-bright room as Jack walked back to his spot in front of him. He was crouching naked on his bed with a plug in his bottom just because he'd been told to and he didn't know what to say. Jack continued: "I'm here to give you the discipline you need, to train your asshole and cock, not to shag to Dido on the stereo." Jack's voice turned sharp. "I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your captain. You are to do what you're told and please me. That's all. Got that?"
Ianto buried his face in the mattress. "I didn't...yes sir."
"Look at me. The light has to be on or I can't see to train you. How can I tell if your tight little hole is open and being properly stretched for me in the dark? Move forward," Jack commanded, walking around the bed. Ianto did, and he felt the bed depress as Jack knelt behind him. Jack's hands caressed his buttocks. "Your skin is pink. Did the spanking hurt a lot?"
"Yes. Quite a lot, sir." He froze as Jack reached between his spread thighs and began stroking his cock. It felt good. He shifted his hips.
"Don't move." Jack said sharply. "You promised me you'd do better tonight."
"Sir...yes."
"Don't talk anymore, either. I don't want to have to gag you, and I can't spank you hard until your cheeks lose that pink again." Jack slid his fingers to Ianto's hole and poked at the buttplug. He grasped the end and pulled it out slightly, then back in. He began moving it slowly, fucking Ianto with it. Ianto bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. Jack slowed the motion and pulled the plug out. "Well, you did a good job of obeying my orders, Ianto. Bottom beautifully exposed to me, plug in all the way. I'm very happy you were ready and did what I told you. I'm proud of your obedience tonight. For the most part."
Ianto felt a wave of relief at the praise. "Thank you, sir."
"However, I just said you were not to talk. It's my turn and I'm the boss, here. You speak when I tell you you're allowed to." Jack slapped Ianto's ass hard. It stung badly. He swallowed. "See, you forced me to punish you. Ianto, and I really didn't want to, but you needed it. I'm going really slow here and very easy on you but you can't do the simplest things sometimes. I was all ready to walk in and reward you with a big plug in your bottom, but now I'm getting angry. Do you want me to be angry with you?" Ianto shook his head. "I think you do. I think you're doing it just for the spankings." Ianto shook his head again. "Yes, you are. I'm not playing that game with you. If you're willful, I'm going to really punish you, with something you won't like at all, and you'll be very. Fucking. Sorry."
"Sir..." Ianto began.
"Don't talk."
Jack stood and walked out of the room. Ianto could hear him in the kitchen. He returned with a large bowl full of ice. Ianto shivered. Jack opened the paper sack and pulled out two bottles of water. "I like my water cold and conveniently located," Jack explained, with a smile. He knelt on the bed again behind him and Ianto felt Jack's ice-cooled fingers part his cheeks roughly. Jack didn't do anything else, and Ianto knew he was looking at his hole. He clenched almost involuntarily at the close scrutiny. "Don't do that, Ianto," Jack said, "I'm looking at you and I can't if you close up." Ianto relaxed. Jack traced the sensitive outside of Ianto's opening with his fingers gently and finally pushed one of them inside. He went to the first knuckle, Ianto thought, before pulling it all the way out and back in. He felt Jack's finger explore him a bit deeper. "Relax, Ianto." Ianto tried, but it was hard not to tighten the muscle and squeeze around Jack's finger.
"Ianto, you're very tight. I can't fuck you like this. You need to be stretched again tonight. Now, when you feel pressure, push out." Jack slid his finger inside slowly, all the way. "Perfect." Then Jack curved his finger and Ianto gritted his teeth at the sensation of his prostate being stimulated. Jack withdrew, too quickly. "You didn't use enough lube. Your ass is too fucking dry." Ianto's toes curled behind him. He felt Jack grip his hips with both hands. "Push out again, Jack said, and Ianto felt something warm and wet poke at his at his hole and tease it. It was Jack's tongue.. Ianto realized. He gasped and felt Jack straighten behind him. "Shhh. No moving, no sounds." Jack said. Ianto squeezed his eyes shut and felt Jack's breath on him again, then the tip of a hot tongue around the outside of his opening again. He gripped the bedcover in his fists and tried to be still as he felt Jack's tongue breach his center and slide inside. Jack pulled back, then did it again, and licked the outside of Ianto's bottom. Then he plunged his tongue in deep and Ianto couldn't help it...it felt amazing...he groaned. .
Jack pulled back and Ianto braced for a hard slap for making noise, but heard Jack laugh softly.
"I take it you like that? My tongue inside your ass? You can answer."
"Sir...God. Yes. More. Please." Ianto's cock scraped the covers and he moaned.
"No. No more." Jack let go of his hips and stroked the backs of his thighs. "That's all you can take of that; you need to wait a lot longer before you can come, but you need rewards as well as punishments, don't you?"
"Yes sir," Ianto gasped, still clutching at the coverlet. Jack reached down to his hands and uncurled his fists. He urged Ianto to turn over on his back, and when Jack nodded at him Ianto remembered Jack's rule and quickly opened his legs.
"That's not wide enough." Ianto moved them further apart, then Jack grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Ianto's cheeks, angling them up. He bent Ianto's knees and pushed them down to the sides. "Knees bent. Good. In fact, hold your knees apart for me." Ianto gripped them from beneath and did as he was told. Jack ran a knuckle over his testicles and up the base of Ianto's cock...the foreskin was sliding down a bit. Jack slid it back further and massaged the head with his large palm. Ianto's legs shook.
"That's right. You are required to show your captain your cock and your hole at all times. Do you recall why I made that rule for you, Ianto?" Ianto nodded. "Good. It's because you need to be trained. Your cock is mine now, and so is that too-tight asshole of yours, so I need you to display yourself to me when I'm here. Always. When you follow directions, you'll get the training you need to please me, and if you please me, I'll take care of you." Jack fisted the shaft of Ianto's dick a few times, then moved his hand up.
"Listen carefully. You will not come until tell you it's time. You need to be very still and quiet while I prepare your bottom tonight, and you might get my hard cock up inside you later, you got me?" Ianto nodded again, biting his lip. All thoughts of telling Jack that this had been a mistake left him. He didn't really understand why he now thought having Jack fuck him seemed like the thing he wanted most in the world, but he did.
The only place Jack was touching him now was the very tip, and it was damp with pre-come already. He shut his eyes. "Watch what I'm doing to you." Ianto craned his neck up and saw Jack ghosting his finger almost imperceptibly over the end of his cock. "See? That's just my fingertip, Ianto. Your captain is barely even teasing your cock and you're already leaking. You'd better not come yet." Jack raised his moistened finger to Ianto's lips. "Open." Ianto opened his mouth and Jack wiped his fingertip off on Ianto's tongue. "Suck." Ianto sucked delicately and then harder on his fingertip, and Jack closed his eyes. He pulled his finger out and put his thumb inside Ianto's mouth, splaying his fingers out to stroke the side of his face. "Mmm, yeah."
Jack reached into his bag and brought out the cock ring. He snapped it at the base of Ianto's dick and sat back on his heels. Then he got up and unlaced his boots and took them off, along with his socks.
" Ianto, you didn't use enough lubricant on the plug, earlier. You need lots of lube or it's going to hurt." Ianto nodded. Jack stood and palmed himself through his trousers. Ianto watched him unzip them, reach in and pull out his cock. He was already hard. "Sit up." Ianto let go of his knees and obeyed, moving towards Jack where he stood at the edge of the bed.
"You're going to do exactly what I tell you and not a thing different, and you'll get a reward. Do you understand?" Ianto nodded. Jack stepped forward with his cock in his hand and traced Ianto's lips with the head. "Open your mouth." Ianto did. "Now lick your lips and cover your teeth." Jack edged his cock into Ianto's mouth and let it rest on his tongue. "Lick my cock." Ianto licked at the head. "Good, Ianto." Jack threw his head back and edged forward, and Ianto felt more of Jack's cock further back on his tongue. "Lick it properly. Come on. Get my cock nice and wet," Jack commanded, and Ianto did, then sucked harder. He lifted his hands and Jack put his own hand on Ianto's shoulder to stop him. "No, Ianto! No hands. Just your mouth. Suck harder." Ianto tried to make it good, to do what Jack had done to him before, to emulate the women who'd gone down on him. Jack's cock tasted foreign, yet not terribly so...just smooth skin. Jack smelled fresh, like lemon soap. He moved his tongue around Jack's dick and sucked, and Jack slid his hand to the back of Ianto's neck, then into his hair. "Okay, stop," Jack said, and pulled Ianto's head back and away. He tucked himself carefully back into his trousers and zipped his fly. "That was..." Jack began, breathing heavily. "that was...very good, Ianto."
Ianto looked up at him. He felt pleased that Jack had liked it, and had been affected. Jack pushed Ianto's shoulders back and dropped his own knees to the floor, then reached down under his thighs and moved his hands up to hold Ianto's knees apart. He lifted Ianto slightly, hands under his cheeks, and Ianto felt Jack's tongue at his bottom again. He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning as Jack's tongue fucked into him deeply and very slowly, just once. Then again. Then Jack pulled away and tugged softly at Ianto's cockring. When he looked up, Jack was smiling.
"What do you think you need now, Ianto?"
"Sir...I need. I...don't know."
"You need a bigger plug in your asshole. I really want to fuck you tonight and you've got to be made ready for me.'"
"You can. You...can do it now, sir," Ianto said quietly. "You can fuck me now." He wanted very much to please Jack, to make him come.
"Nope. That plug was really small, and you're not trained yet. You have to be stretched again and it's a long, long process. You know that." Jack reached into his satchel and took out the stopwatch, clicked it, and set it on the nightstand. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you and get you there." Jack stood up and left the room. When he returned, he looked angry.
"Ianto, there was a plug and a tube of lubricant in the refrigerator. Where are they?"
"The nightstand."
"SIR."
"They...they're in there, sir."
"Why didn't you leave them where I left them?"
"I don't like them so cold, sir," Ianto said quietly. Jack crossed his arms across his chest.
"Ianto, I really don't care what you like or don't like. This is about what you need. It was a lucky coincidence that I happened to approve of the way you responded earlier today when I used a cold plug on your bottom, so you'll just have to get used to it."
"Y-Yes sir."
Jack opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the tube and the plug. "Dammit. They're warming up. On your knees, now." Ianto turned over and got on his hands and knees. Jack pushed him forward so his hands slid down the bed and his chest was down. Ianto heard him unsnap the lube cap and press a wet finger to his bottom. "Nope.Too warm." Jack withdrew his hand and Ianto heard a crunching sound as Jack plunged the tube and plug into the ice bowl. Ianto whimpered. "Quiet!" Jack slapped his bottom hard. Jack withdrew something from the bowl and Ianto shivered. He felt Jack's fingers open his cheeks and hold them apart, and something cold at his opening. "Lean back," Jack ordered, "now push out." Ianto did as he was told and felt something icy enter his bottom. He clutched the covers.
"Too cold!" he moaned.
"Of course it's cold. It's ice." Jack pinched Ianto's bottom shut, and Ianto whimpered and felt the small cube begin to melt. Water dripped. He was about to say "Harkness" to make Jack stop, but Jack opened him up just then and retrieved the piece of ice. Ianto shivered. "Didn't like that, did you?" Ianto shook his head. "Shame," Jack said. "I like to play with ice. It's just water, Ianto. Do you think I would do anything to hurt you? You need to learn to trust me." Jack reached for the plug and shook off the condensation, then placed a large amount of lube on it and smoothed it with his fingers. He pressed at Ianto's opening. "Stop clenching. Relax, then push back hard and take it in. You need my cock in your bottom tonight, or we'll be behind the schedule I've set. I am NOT fucking you until you're completely ready for me." Ianto relaxed, and he felt the plug push slowly into his center. It was as cold as it was after having been left in the car boot in the morning, but not anything like the shock of the ice. Ianto felt a strong shudder run through his body, but was silent. Jack brought the cold plug back out very slowly, and then ordered him to turn over. Ianto did, and Jack pushed his knees up on the mattress. "That's right, Ianto. All the way open for your captain." He kneeled on the bed and slipped a supportive hand under Ianto's backside, then slowly worked the cold plug halfway again. Ianto grabbed his knees to keep his legs from shaking.
"That's it...show how nicely you can spread wide open, and how well you obey my orders. You need to obey, because I know what's best for you, don't I?" Jack pulled the plug out. "Did that make your bottom feel cold inside?" Ianto nodded. Jack removed the plug, then uncapped the lube and bent down, and Ianto could feel his hole being gently stretched open again by Jack's thumbs, then Jack picked up the plug and slowly pushed it all the way in. Ianto couldn't help arching his back with pleasure...cool or not, it felt good to be filled again...and he worried Jack would punish him, but he only received a warning look. Ianto was relieved. He didn't want to disappoint Jack. He had to try harder. Jack pried Ianto's fingers from under his knees and pulled them over his head on the bed, then put Ianto's feet down and pressed his knees up again.
"You look beautiful like that, Ianto. I think I'm going to fuck your ass with you in that exact position later." Ianto swallowed hard. "That is, if you can keep from moving around so much. Can you be still?" Ianto nodded quickly. "My cock is going to feel nice and warm going in...so much better than the plug." Jack pulled it out a bit and turned it, then pushed it back. "It's getting a bit warmer from your body heat, see? When I shoot my hot come deep into your tight little asshole, it'll feel so good." Ianto moaned, and Jack leaned over him. "Shhh. Quiet," he said, softly. "Ianto, if you haven't guessed by now, I've been around the block more than a few times. Your captain knows how to make you feel good, huh? Can you trust me to give you what you need? You can talk, Ianto."
"Sir..." he began. "I want...I want to feel you inside me."
"You do need my big cock, Ianto. You need to have your asshole fucked very, very soon. Say it. Ask me nicely."
"Yes sir, please. I need you to fuck my ass. Please fuck me tonight." Ianto gasped, as Jack pulled out the plug with no preamble and added lube to his fingers, then stretched out alongside him on the bed. He reached his hand under one of Ianto's thighs and pushed two fingers inside him.
"Keep talking, Ianto. I want you hold very still and tell me what you're experiencing. Tell me how this makes you feel."
"It...they feel so good in my hole, sir. Want more. Want your hard cock deep inside. Want you to fuck my ass raw, sir...please?" Ianto pleaded, gasping. He knew he sounded wanton and shameless again, but at this point, he didn't really care.
"Not yet," Jack hissed."You need to be still, close your eyes, and concentrate on what I'm doing. And to be quiet again, starting immediately. You are not to talk or move or make another sound unless I tell you you may." Jack began moving his wrist faster and faster, fucking in and out. "Squeeze my fingers," Jack commanded, and Ianto did, moaning. "Stop making noise." Jack was moving his two fingers furiously."Your bottom is so wet and hungry, Ianto," Jack whispered into his neck. Ianto turned his face toward Jack's trying to capture his mouth, but Jack leaned back.
"No! Don't even think of trying to kiss me, Ianto," he hissed. "I told you. I'm in charge of your training here. I'm not your boyfriend. Turn your face towards the ceiling and keep your eyes shut." Ianto quickly did. He felt hurt.
Jack slowed his fingers to a steady push and pull and shifted, then lowered his lips to Ianto's nearest nipple. He took it into his mouth and sucked hard. Ianto gasped quietly. "Mmm. Good." Jack mumbled into his chest. He disengaged his flexing hand and leaned across Ianto to feel around in his open satchel, then withdrew the nipple clamps. He lowered his face to suck and lick at Ianto's other nipple while teasing the first with his fingertip, then clamped both in turn. He tugged lightly on the chain between them. Ianto bit his tongue. It both hurt and felt good at the same time. Jack then got off of the bed and, taking the satchel, he walked to the other end and pulled out a braided cord. He pulled Ianto's hands together over his head with his elbows bent, and tied his wrists together. Then he pulled Ianto sideways, and made him scoot back at an angle. Ianto couldn't see what Jack was doing. He was very nervous. He didn't like it when he couldn't see what his captain was doing.
"I think it's almost time for me to fuck you with my cock, and last time you tried to touch me. Can't have that." Ianto pulled his hands slightly but the silky rope stopped them. Jack had secured it to the middle bar of the iron headboard. "Pity I can't tie your legs down too," Jack said. "You need to keep them very still, and not move your body at all unless you're instructed to. Got it?" Ianto nodded.
"Ianto, you look amazing," Jack said. "You're spread all the way open like this for me, exposed, anticipating your very first hard and deep fucking. I just wish you didn't have to take only my word for it." Jack reached down and caressed his balls, and Ianto flushed.
I'll be right back," Jack said. He pulled his cell phone from pocket and left the room, and Ianto heard him call someone. He strained to hear what Jack was saying, but couldn't. Jack had rung Tosh earlier in the day, to ask her to come over and see Ianto in a position like this, but he'd protested. He began to grow nervous. What if Jack really asked her over, or someone else? He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He swallowed hard and pulled at the rope bonds, but they were secure.
Jack reentered the room, putting the phone back into his pocket. "Now where was I?" He went to his satchel and pulled another plug out. "This one's the big one from earlier today. It was a good stretch, and you need more now, so I don't hurt you." He pushed his thumbs into Ianto's behind to open him again. "Hold your knees up, Ianto," Jack demanded, and Ianto brought his knees up and apart. Jack leaned forward on the bed and dribbled lubricant onto to Ianto's hole, then spread it with his fingers into the opening and around it. Ianto wanted to tell Jack again how good his fingers felt. Jack worked the plug in slowly, pushing it halfway. Then he began to turn it inside Ianto's bottom. Ianto struggled not to squirm. He wanted Sir inside him badly, so he had to obey. He focused on the feeling.
"Good." Ianto started to lower his legs.. "No," Jack said, pulling on the nipple clamp chain. Ianto peeked out through his lashes. His nipples felt hard and a bit sore, and his legs were getting tired. "Okay, put your legs down now," Jack ordered. "Spread your knees wider." Ianto complied. Jack gripped the ring at the end of the plug and pushed it all the way in. It felt so good to Ianto---the fullness and pressure. He sucked in a breath as Jack stood above him and began working the plug again, fucking it in and out, his movements agonizingly slow and precise. Ianto began breathing hard. Jack smiled at him. "I knew you'd like this. I knew you needed to be filled, didn't I, Ianto?" Ianto bit back a whimper. "I could tease your needy little ass all night." Jack pulled the plug out. He reached up to Ianto's cock and removed the ring. "Mmm. Not to mention your pretty cock. It's all mine, and the plans I have for you once you're fully trained...you really have no idea."
Jack began gently stroking the head with the tip of his finger again "Now don't come." Ianto tried to think of something, anything else than what Jack was doing to his dick as he spoke to him in a low tone. "I'll come into the tourist office whenever I get the notion to, Ianto. I'll undo your flies and pull your cock out and touch you just like this...just barely. It's all you need, isn't it? Then I'll pull your trousers down and fingerfuck you right there at the desk, and your cock will be so hard. Anybody could walk in, while my fingers are inside you, getting you prepared for me, or if I have you bent over the desk with my big cock up your perfectly-trained asshole, filling you up. Imagine that."
He took a bottle of water out of the ice bucket and had a sip, then stood at the foot of the bed. "You thirsty?" Ianto shook his head.
Ianto could feel Jack's eyes on him, all over. He heard a zipper and the slide of fabric, and squinted at Jack, who took his cock out and began stroking it. He wanted Jack to stop, to get up and stretch his body out on top of him. He felt empty. He wanted Jack inside him, or at least the plug again. He moaned.
"Shhh," Jack said. He leaned over Ianto on the bed and Ianto felt the warm head of Jack's cock at his entrance. "You're ready. Gonna fuck you right now, Ianto." Ianto took a deep breath and held it. His arms trembled. Oh God. Please. He wanted Jack desperately.
Just then the door buzzer to Ianto's flat went off. Jack turned his head. "Ah. Timing." He stood and tucked himself into his trousers and zipped them, wincing. "I''ll be right back. Don't move." Jack then turned and walked out.
Ianto lay still on the bed. He heard Jack go to the door and voices --- one of them a woman's. There were the sounds of rustling and more conversation. He remembered what Jack had said earlier in the day, and how he'd called Tosh to come over "to see something," and froze. Oh God. No. Ianto pulled at the bounds attaching him to the center of the headboard. Too strong. He looked down at himself --- the nipple clamps, everything. He'd never felt so...naked. he hurriedly turned on his side and struggled to pull himself up to a sitting position. That wasn't any better. He felt one of the clamps catch on the fabric of the bedcover and groaned. It . Now frantic, he tried to grip the material with his feet and somehow cover himself, but he'd tucked it under the mattress tightly when he'd made the bed. At the end of the hall, he heard an inquisitive sound from the woman and Jack's laugh in response. No. There was no way he could allow anyone else to see him like this. Panting, he curled up in a ball, as he heard the thump of Jack's feet approaching along the wood floor. Before they got to the bedroom, Ianto shouted, "Stop! Harkness!".
Jack appeared at the doorway, looking confused. "What the...what's wrong?" He walked up to the bed, but Ianto's eyes were still glued to the doorway behind him. Ianto twisted on the mattress, struggling to cover himself. "Don't let her in here, please. I don't...I don't want this anymore. I don't want to play this game," he pleaded. "Please, untie me." Ianto felt the tight constriction of rising hysteria rise in his chest and was afraid he was about to start sobbing. "Jack...sir, please. Just...untie my hands."
Jack rushed to Ianto, and gripped his shoulders. He reached for the braided tie at Ianto's wrists and loosened it, letting his hands free. Ianto reached for the nipple clamp on one side, removed it, and flinched, but Jack grabbed his other hand. "Ianto, stop. Seriously. Stop. You can't just..." Jack gripped Ianto's side and slowly disengaged the other clamp, then dipped his head to the nipple and softly closed his lips around it, soothing it. Ianto tried to push him away, but Jack moved onto the bed, halfway behind him, and wrapped his arms around Ianto, holding him firm against his chest. He murmured into the back of his neck. "Ianto. Stop panicking. Stop it now. Breathe. Tell me what's wrong."
"Let me go. I don't want Tosh to see me like this," Ianto hissed.
"Ianto," Jack murmured. "Ianto, there's no one here. That was Gwen. She's gone now."
"Gwen?" Ianto asked. His voice turned accusatory. "You told her to come here."
"Yes, I did. She's working the late shift for me tonight. She finished up at ten and I reminded her to drop some things by. You're aware that that there is nearly nothing in your refrigerator, right?" Ianto, still breathing heavily, stopped struggling, but Jack didn't loosen his grip. "I asked her to buy some groceries earlier, and when I called she told me she'd even ordered takeaway, because she happens to give a shit about you. It's in the kitchen, but she's not here." Jack released Ianto and he twisted out of his arms, then reached for his bathrobe, stood on shaky feet, and threw it on. He tied the belt and went to the doorway of the bedroom and looked out cautiously, then he walked down the hall to the kitchen. The living room was dark and there was a white plastic bag on the breakfast bar. Ianto touched it...warm boxes, and his nose told him it was Chinese food.
He sensed Jack behind him then. "Are you hungry?"
Ianto opened the refrigerator and saw a half-dozen-size box of eggs, a container of milk, and some luncheon meat and cheese. Two other grocery bags sat on the counter. He spun and saw Jack leaning against the bar. Jack rested his chin on his hand. "Well?"
"But I thought...I was sure...."
"Ianto." Jack walked around the bar and came up behind him. He put his hands on Ianto's shoulders and Ianto could feel his thumbs caressing the seams at the top of the sleeves. "It's okay. Ianto, it's fine. Go on and eat something, if you want to. She's brought your favorite, shrimp lo mein." Ianto felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden. He bent over and put his hands on his knees. "Jesus, are you all right?" Jack asked, concerned. He pulled Ianto over to the small nook table and sat him down.
"But you'd said that I needed someone to see me..." Ianto's voice faded away as Jack rustled through the bag and pulled out two sets of chopsticks. He stopped, set them down and sat down across from Ianto at the table.
"I want you to think for a minute, Ianto. Did I do anything today to hurt you?" Ianto looked up as Jack continued. "That is, anything you didn't ask me to do?"
"No," Ianto admitted, after a long pause. "No, you didn't."
"Did I do anything that I didn't tell you I was going to do ahead of time? Anything that didn't feel good to you?"
"No. Yes. The ice. That was highly unpleasant."
"I know that now, and I won't do it again, but you didn't say my name. You know how to make me stop at any time," Jack pointed out. "But I thought...Ianto." Jack held his hand out, face up. Ianto ignored the offer. "I'm not here to be cruel to you. Jesus. I thought you liked this...wanted me to...did you like it? Before you had that freakout just now, what was going through your mind?"
"....I...I wanted you to..."
"You wanted me."
Ianto avoided Jack's eyes. He picked up a salt shaker and shook salt into the palm of his hand, then sifted it out from his fist onto the table. "Yes," he said quietly.
"How long?" Ianto was silent. "I think, since the warehouse, Ianto. I think you've been waiting for it to happen for a long time. And so have I."
Ianto met Jack's gaze. "Really."
"Come on. You know I did. And I know now why you thought you couldn't. Why you thought you couldn't just ask for it. Why you couldn't ask for anything you needed from me or anyone else. So I decided to show you."
"You're playing with me. The punishments, everything you've said. It's just a game to you. You wanted..."
"It's...sort of a game, if that's what you want to call it," Jack said. "But I loved seeing you respond to me today...oh my God, every second of it. And I counted the hours until I could come back tonight. I want so badly to make you feel good and know that I'm giving you what you really need and think you can't ask for, what you do finally beg for, what you want to pretend is my idea."
He paused. "You feel...odd. I get that. Stripped down. Exposed. But I'm exposing everything too; now you know what I want and need from you. What I expect. What turns me on. I think we're a...we're a match, here. All of us are champions at keeping secrets, but I'm not willing to conceal this anymore." Jack stood. "Look, there's a lot of food. You're probably starving. Do you want to eat? It's fine if you do." Ianto shook his head. "Look, I could go right now and we could forget today ever happened. You can come back to work and things go back to the way they were before, or you can leave the job for good, and, well...you know what happens when people leave Torchwood. The same thing that would if Owen left us, or Gwen. You've got to forget it all, and I won't lie and tell you I think that's a bad choice.
"I can even give you a low-dose of retcon now and let you forget I was here today. It's your call. Completely.
"Or... Ianto, do you...want to go back to your bedroom and pick things up where we left off? I'm not messing with your head, or trying to cause you distress. I do know what you need, what you want. The same things I want. But you've got to trust me. If you want this to happen ---if you want me, that means you let go and let me be in charge. Because this, this is who I am. Or you don't want me at all. And you know, that's fine. Up to you."
Jack turned and Ianto caught his wrist. He slid his thumb over the edge of Jack's leather strap. "Jack..." he said. Jack looked down and his wrist, Ianto's long fingers twisted around it. Ianto stood up, let go of Jack's arm, and walked past him to the hallway. After a moment, Jack followed. Midway down the hall, Ianto stopped, removed his bathrobe and turned to Jack, handing it over. Jack threw it over his arm.
When they entered the bedroom, Jack hit the light switch to the off position, leaving the bedside lamp the only light in the room. Ianto turned to him, eyes bright, before he moved his hand to the switch and flooded the room with light again.
"You need to see me, to make sure when I'm ready for you. You can't tell in the dark, can you, sir?" he asked, and Jack nodded.
"That's right. Ianto. Not yet. Not at first. It'll be different once you're trained."
"I understand, sir." Ianto went to the bed and stretched out on his back, lifting his arms over his head and exposing himself fully to Jack, as he'd been instructed to do.
Jack took a deep breath, and pushed up his sleeves.