The Contract

Ianto stupidly fell asleep, exhausted from the weeks activities. When he woke no longer was he in Jack’s uncomfortable bunk, he was in an even more uncomfortable place, stripped to his boxers, kneeling on the cold rough ground in the small interrogation room that Ianto had affectionately teased Jack about it not being scary when they’d watched Gwen, Jack and Beth; all that seemed a long time ago now. Ianto looked around but it was dark, too dark to see although his internal body clock indicated it must be mid morning by now, if not afternoon. There was a light and above he could see Jack through the glass window, standing there watching, his face stony. And then Ianto remembered what Jack had said to him last night; “So that leaves us with door number three. Retraining. Or rather, training since I never trained you to begin with. My mistake.” A mistake Jack was obviously eager to rectify. Ianto pulled at his arms and yes, they were still handcuffed around his back. Sighing to himself he settled in for the long haul, remembering how Jack liked him to keep his eyes down. Mostly just when other people were around, like when Gwen had interrupted them in the Hothouse a few weeks ago (a lifetime ago) Jack had been unashamedly half naked and aroused, Ianto however had scurried to dress himself ‘appropriately’ and when Jack had started talking to Gwen his eyes had been drawn downwards modestly, as if on auto pilot. Jack had laughed the first time he’d done it, causing a far more innocent and desperate Ianto to blush becomingly. Jack had then taken Ianto’s face in his hands and told him how much the gesture amused and pleased him; because it meant he was getting used to his position in life. God, to think now that THOSE were the ‘good days’.

So Ianto keep his eyes glued to the floor despite the fact he longed to look at Jack and beg with his eyes. It was perhaps another half an hour before anything happened, although Ianto couldn’t be exactly sure without the stopwatch which had been a necessary tool in Ianto’s early days as Jack’s… as Jack’s. Although after Lisa one stipulation of Ianto’s return to the Hub was that he be a more active participant in their ‘relationship’ such as it was and had been, which had led to propositions of stopwatches by the graveside of dead-co-workers. Sometimes the shame Ianto felt almost overcame the need to survive, the need that was built into everyone’s DNA.

“I told the team not to come in today.” Jack’s cold voice drifted in through Ianto’s ear piece. He tried not to react but couldn’t help stiffening slightly. “Which means no interruptions. By this time tomorrow I expect you to be trained enough that you can interact with the others without… embarrassing me.” Mortification spread through him. Not just at the idea of being so public, he knew that Tosh and Owen had some idea of his involvement with Jack, as did Gwen now, but it was more because of the hint of shame he felt at the idea of Jack being embarrassed by him. Ianto hadn’t even noticed it until this morning but over the last twenty-one months he’d been becoming indoctrinated to think and act like a Submissive. He felt sick. “So, enjoy phase one.” Jack said and Ianto couldn’t help but jump as a television switched on somewhere in the room. Turning he found it, and to his eternal dismay and confusion it was the CCTV footage that Jack had obviously saved from the first time they’d been together. It was - really hot. Watching himself, nervous and naïve and skittish as Jack calmed him the way a man would calm his virgin lover. Jack stripped him down slowly, kissing every part of his body, finding his ‘sweat spots’, telling him it was okay that Jack was doing all the work this time, and next time Ianto could explore Jack; return the favour. Ianto had given Jack a small smile, not sure that he even wanted to at that particular time. Yes he’d been attracted to Jack when they’d first met, and obviously not against using that for his own purposes, but he had never felt that way about a man before and after being raised in a fairly Catholic household he wasn’t convinced that laying with a man was ok in Gods eyes. That night Jack taught him that it didn’t matter what God thought because it felt like heaven, and as long as Jack kept the friction on his dick up as he pounded into Ianto’s prostate then God could be for the puritan heterosexuals and homophobics - he’d happily go to Hell. After all - he had already sold his soul to the Devil.

Soon Ianto was panting, hard from the video which cut off suddenly before Ianto’s favourite part (the part where Jack forced Ianto over the edge to orgasm and followed loudly, a beautiful expression on his face) and repeated, starting from the beginning. Ianto was soon desperate to touch his cock but unable to do so.

“Jack!” he called out, desperation and need adding an edge to his voice which cracked from disuse and the cold air he’d been panting in for the last few hours. “Jack, please!” He groaned, arching his body slightly, his imagination and his memory amplifying the affects of the images conjured up from the tv. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, sir.”

He couldn’t see the way Jack’s lips curved into a smile, even though his eyes were still cold, but Ianto knew he’d approve of the almost mindless way Ianto was chanting ‘sir’ over and over and over again. He wished it was a deliberate ploy in order to get Jack’s attention but the truth was he wasn’t capable of thinking so cunningly, his mind overridden with want and need.

The air slowly started to warm up and less than half an hour later Jack entered the room, pleased to see Ianto still on his knees, almost shaking, and still chanting his little mantra of ‘please, sir, please’ under his breath.

“What do you want?” Jack asked, circling the younger man.

“You. Please, anything. Just you. Please sir.” Ianto begged almost incoherently, his eyes closed and his hands making fists behind his back.

“I don’t know. I don’t think you deserve what I’ve got yet.” Jack said. They both knew that Ianto’s apparent willingness to degrade himself by begging wasn’t a sign of his Breaking, but the sexual arousal that he was helpless to fight. If Jack gratified him now then they’d be back to square zero and Jack didn’t truly have the patience to take a step back when they were so close to taking a step forward.

Jack switched the television off, noting the sigh of relief that Ianto couldn’t hide. The air was much warmer now, almost humid with the intoxicating smell of Jack’s pheromones mixing with Ianto’s arousal induced sweat. Jack removed his blue coat, placing it over the back of the spare chair, and he rolled up his sleeves. Noting with satisfaction that Ianto had opened his eyes but they were trained to the floor like a good little submissive.

He walked around Ianto, giving the Welshman a few minutes to calm himself down before he begun phase two. When finally Ianto’s breathing had evened out Jack instructed him to stand up, which he did so on shaky legs. Pleased to see he was still hard and leaking Jack set about removing something from a bag that Ianto hadn’t even registered being brought inside the room. What he saw from the corner of his down cast eyes made all his breath leave his body in one gasp. Noticing the reaction Jack calmed him.

“Ssh. It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you; you haven’t done anything wrong. Just stay still.” He brought the knife towards Ianto’s underwear and instead of being relieved Ianto had to repress a groan of protest as Jack sliced through the expensive blue silk fabric, releasing Ianto’s cock from its cloth imprisonment, which was a shame in Ianto’s eyes as it had been the only friction he’d had.

Then he went back to the bag and this time Ianto stopped breathing when he saw what came out of it. Jack smiled cruelly.

“You can’t come until I say so. That’s Rule Number One, even you know that. This is just, another form of insurance. Physical instead of psychological. It insures your obedience. And since I can’t trust you…” Ianto whimpered as Jack neared him, holding the leather cock ring and ball spreader. With them on he couldn’t come. Not until Jack removed them.

“Now,” Jack breathed out, standing behind Ianto. “The fun begins.” He started at Ianto’s neck, kissing softly and biting down when Ianto swayed into the gentle embrace, a reminder that he wasn’t supposed to move. His fingers trailed a cool path down Ianto’s warm body, tracing the veins on Ianto’s arms with his tongue lapping at the small of Ianto’s smooth pale back, finally dipping into his hole, dating like the way Ianto really wanted him to. He soon abandoned the action, realising that it was giving Ianto what he wanted even with the ring on securely. Jack moved around his lover’s body, his eyes soaking in every detail as he started to remove his own clothing. Nothing excessive, just the red braces he wore today (Ianto’s favourite - he knew), and his shirt leaving on his body moulding white t-shirt. Now he started on Ianto’s front, sucking the other side of Ianto’s passion bruised neck, fingers pinching Ianto’s flat nipples before travelling down his lovers abs and pulling Ianto closer to his dick rubbed against the scratchy fabric of Jack’s trousers causing him to shiver. Fingers pressing into Ianto’s bottom as Jack fell to his knees, lavishing attention on Ianto’s upper thighs and the backs of his knees, only stopping when Ianto almost buckled.

“Fuck-God-Please-Now-Oh-Bugger-Jack-Please!-SIR!” Ianto said, almost falling over in need.

“You promise to behave.” Jack said coldly, stepping away and watching as panic spread across Ianto’s features at the loss of physical contact.

“Uhgmf!” Ianto moaned.

“You promise to honour your Contract, to start behaving in a manner fitting your position? Especially around the other team members. Ianto look at me!” Ianto’s eyes, hazed with lust and desperate need, met Jack’s immediately. He nodded. “Yes, sir. I promise.”

Jack nodded. “I’ll give you one month before my final decision is made. One month to prove to me, finally, that you can honour your agreement. Despite the fact you only made it to save Lisa’s life.”

“That’s not the only reason.” It was a bare whisper but it reached Jack’s ears causing him to stop still like a statue.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“Sir. That wasn’t the only reason I made the Contract.” Ianto admitted, shame sickening him in the base of his stomach but he knew he had to tell Jack this. Something in him was just desperate to admit it. “I wanted it.” He said eventually, not missing the first genuine smile to cross Jack’s face in days. That’s because of me - Ianto realised and was glad.

Jack leaned down to kiss sweetly before drawing back and slapping him harshly across his face. Ianto’s head swung around with the force of it but he didn’t make a sound. Jack leaned in to his lover, mouth to ear and whispered “you’re such a whore.”

Coolly, Ianto met Jack’s eyes and said, voice at normal talking level, “I am what you made me.”

“Good.” Jack said, actually pleased with this development. Inwardly Ianto knew he was pleased too. Fucking submissive mindset.

“Now, we’re in an agreement?” Jack said.

Meeting Jack’s eyes Ianto said, “Yes Sir. I’ll be your whore and you’ll be my boss.” But the words had no bite, no bitterness behind them. It felt like acceptance.

Jack kissed him, tongue delving deeply into Ianto’s mouth, caressing the inside of his cheek and meeting Ianto’s own tongue as Ianto joined in the kiss, letting Jack break it off to take away the cock ring and its accessories, turning him around and removing the handcuffs only to grasp Ianto’s wrists in his own hands, urging his lover forward to the table. Ianto allowed himself to be pressed onto the tables surface, his arms freed now automatically going to support himself as Jack popped open a tube of lube and coated his fingers. Stroking Ianto’s entrance slowly Jack started stretching Ianto until he was begging again, pushing back against Jack’s hand asking for more, ‘please sir, oh god, please sir, more’.

And with a hard and vengeful thrust Ianto got his wish, hips banging painfully against the tables edge before he began to meet Jack’s rhythm. Pounding, gasping for breath, until they both exploded.

Afterwards Jack led Ianto down to his privet washroom, cleaned them both up in the shower and dried Ianto with a towel. Before he put Ianto to bed he presented his young lover with a black box. “For being so good today, like I knew you were capable of.” Jack told him, nipping Ianto’s lip before taking a step back to watch Ianto open it.

Inside was a collar, black, a perfect fit so it wouldn’t chafe. A silver plaque was attached with ‘Belongs to Captain Jack Harkness’ engraved on it. Ianto gulped, unsure of how he should feel. Flattered because it was such an expensive beautiful gift? Or scared because it was a public statement of Jack owning him. In his head he snorted; after all it wasn’t although everyone didn’t know already. He looked up at Jack. “Can you put it on for me?” he asked, and was rewarded with Jack’s sunshine smile.