The Boys From Tennessee

Jack's over the edge in this dark chapter. He's livid and punishes Peter for what he's done. Sorry it took a while to post. It's been rewritten 3 times and is still dark and angsty.

The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17, M/M slash, bondage, dominance, pain, nonconsensual sex
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing: Jack/Peter
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 54 (54/60)
The Dark Side of Jack

Jack went to his own tent and then to Peter’s, carefully selecting things as his mind was racing. Peter had thought Sawyer might come along before Jack got back, but Jack had only been gone about five minutes. Jack was striding towards him with purpose.

Jack grabbed him by the wrist and began pulling him, “Come with me now. We’re going to the caves.” He was pulling Peter up a path away from camp on the trail that led to the caves. Peter wondered why Jack wanted to go there. No one lived there any more; they’d abandoned it for the beach. Jack didn’t let go of his arm until they were quite a ways away from the camp. He pushed Peter in front of him, and Peter just kept going on the path. He could tell Jack was livid with him. Jack’s roughness was making him uneasy. He wondered if Jack was going to yell at him or beat the shit out of him. There was no telling. Jack seemed over the edge and had that wild look he rarely got in his eyes. When they got to the caves Jack led the way into a different cave than Peter had ever been in and lit several oil lamps. This cave was partially furnished with a bed, a couple of handmade chairs, a table, some empty bottles and some miscellaneous items. Peter looked at the cave walls and his eyes widened in surprise. There were chains and shackles mounted into the walls. They must have come from the Black Rock slaver ship. Peter glanced at Jack and down at the floor. He was nervous now they were there and away from everyone else.

Jack stepped up close to him. He was very angry and barely controlling himself. “So you begged him to fuck you in front of Kate? You know you are totally a male whore right?” Jack had both hands tightened in white knuckle fists.

Peter looked hurt. “That’s mean Jack. I’m not a fucking whore. You know I can’t help it. He was seducing me…” Jack drew back and punched him in the jaw and mouth almost knocking him over. His mouth throbbed as he put his hand to it and he groaned. He tasted the metallic taste of his own blood which began to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

“Shit you don’t have to hit me,” Peter licked his mouth and spit out blood.

“Well?” Jack demanded. He wanted an explanation.

“I know I shoulda stopped Sawyer but I couldn’t. I couldn’t break it off Jack. I knew it was gonna hurt and I still couldn’t stop him.” Whap, Jack struck him backhanded on the other side of his face. Peter reached up and felt the right side of his face. His eyes watered. He couldn’t believe Jack was hitting him out of anger – really hurting him.

“He told Kate, in front of you, that you liked fucking him better than me, you craved his cock the most. Did you defend our relationship at all Peter?” Peter looked at the floor and gave the smallest nod no. Jack felt like something in him was snapping and breaking open. He pushed Peter up against the cave wall roughly, surprising him and he gasped. Jack stared him in the eyes, drawing down the zipper to his jeans and taking Peter’s limp cock in his hand firmly. Peter was afraid of Jack’s dark side. He knew Jack was unleashing it now, with him.

He held Peter’s cock tightly, squeezing him. He leaned against Peter’s side and put his face alongside Peter’s. “You’re just Sawyer’s whoring bitch. You bottom for him in front of Kate and you beg him to fuck you and tear your ass up. She said you screamed and cursed it was hurting you so bad, but you didn’t safe word him did you Pete?” Peter looked down and wouldn’t make eye contact with him. Jack squeezed his cock even tighter causing him to whimper. Peter’s eyes opened wider and he made himself give Jack eye contact.

“Why do I have to say it Jack if you know it’s the truth?”

Jack’s expression darkened as he decided for sure that he wanted to hurt, punish and totally dominate him.

Jack let go of his cock but fisted both hands tightly into Peter’s long hair, holding his head still. Peter trembled. Jack kissed him hard on his already bruised lips, bruising them worse. Peter groaned tilting his head back, giving Jack full access to his mouth. Jack sucked his lower lip into his mouth and then bit down slowly deliberately cutting him with his teeth. Peter cried out and squirmed but Jack held his head tightly so he couldn’t thrash about. Jack ran his tongue over where he had just bitten him tasting his blood. He pulled back to give him eye contact.

“Damn Jack, why are you doing this?”

“Because I own you Peter. You remember telling me that you would do anything for me? Anything?” Peter moaned softly, he’d made a point to say anything that Jack wanted, he’d give to him. He regretted promising that now.

“I want this. I need this. I want to dominate you and hurt you. I want you to bear the pain for me. No safe word! More than what Sawyer gives you, and I expect your forgiveness, love and loyalty just like you give him afterwards.”

Peter was breathing fast and shallowly, his fear like a sharp knife cutting him and splaying him open. “Please Jack, I’m begging you – please don’t.” He silenced, Jack had moved one hand to his neck placing his thumb on his Adam’s apple firmly. He was very still, Jack’s message was clear.

Jack lightly caressed his throat. “You love me don’t you Peter?” Peter gave a little nod, almost not breathing now.

“Did you mean what you said when you said you’d give me anything my heart desired?”

Peter whimpered but nodded yes again. “Well, this is what I want. What I need. Are you going to take whatever I give you? Anything?” He could feel Peter’s pulse beating hard in his neck.

Peter’s whisper was almost inaudible, “Yes Jack.” Jack smiled wickedly and Peter felt his heart lurch in his chest.

Jack started unbuttoning his own shirt and removing it. Peter froze looking at him. “Take all your clothes off Peter. Now! That’s an order.” Jack pushed off his shoes so he was barefooted, but kept on his pants. “If I have to take your clothes off you, I will hurt you worse. Take them off!” Jack yelled the last part and the sound echoed in the cave. Peter started unbuttoning his shirt and then his jeans, removing them. He was naked and shaking. He’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable with Jack.

Jack reached over and got a couple of things from his backpack. “Back up against the wall with your arms up, I’m going to put the slave shackles on you. I don’t want you moving around or fighting me.”

“Don’t do this Jack. You’re too damn upset with me. Don’t punish me cause I didn’t do what you wanted…”

Jack grabbed him by the neck and moved him against the cave wall. “I’m not upset Peter I’m furious. You’re going to do what I say or we’re over.”

Peter slowly lifted his arms. Jack placed his wrists into the shackles and locked them both with padlocks, spinning the dials. Only Jack could get him back out of these. The shackles fastened together in a single chain over his head. Jack could easily flip him around to have full access to either side. Peter looked at his wrists in the shackles. There was no way he could protect himself now. His arms were locked too high over his head. He hoped he’d not just made a fatal error with Jack.

Jack went back to his backpack and began taking several items out and spreading them out. Peter paid special attention when he pulled out the flogger and the cat-of-nine tails. He knew he was in serious trouble if Jack was going to whip him. Jack slipped a few things into his pockets, walked back to him and caressed the side of his face. “You’re going to be so full of endorphins when I get finished with you; you’re going to feel high. But that’s what you want right? That’s what you like – pleasure and pain together.” He could see the fear in Peter’s eyes and he smiled at him again. He leaned against him and Peter could feel Jack’s hard-on as he pushed it against his leg. There’d be no hiding the marks he would put on Peter this time. He wanted him marked. Wanted them all to know that Peter was his, that Jack did this to him. He bent down and licked and sucked Peter’s nipples, first one and then the other. Peter moaned and moved his head against the cave wall. He ran his finger tips across his nipples and breasts rapidly, stimulating and pinching them. Peter moaned again in spite of himself. Jack moved back a little, he was upping the intensity - gradually increasing the pain. Making him gradually take more and more. Peter was squirming. Jack started pulling on them harder and harder. Peter was breathing fast again. Jack began squeezing his nipples hard and twisting them. Peter moaned “Oh God”. Jack was ramping up the pain. His surgeon hands gripped Peter’s nipples almost hard enough to crush them and twisted them as far as he could. First one way and then the other, over and over again. Peter gasped Jack’s name and panted loudly through his open mouth. Jack knew he was making him very sore. He stopped and sucked first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. Then he pulled on them more gently as he reached into his pocket. “Be still – don’t move,” he ordered. Pulling his left nipple forward he placed a wooden clothes pin on it and then another on the right. Peter thrashed against him and the wall. “Shit that hurts Jack, you’re crushing them.”

“I told you not to move Peter. You’re going to be punished.” Peter groaned and shook his head no. Jack reached down and popped him on his genitals with his open flat hand. Peter gasped, “Oh God” and moved his legs further apart so his balls could have space to move between his legs and maybe have a measure of protection. Jack rubbed his hand across his balls and cock before popping them hard again with his hand. Peter gasped again. His cock was semi-erect already. Jack spit into his hand and began fisting him roughly causing Peter to lift up on his toes as Jack pulled his cock up high. Peter was moaning as Jack moved his thumb over the slit smearing the pre-cum over the surface of it. “You like this don’t you whore? You’ll let me do anything to you as long as you get off in the end won’t you? Won’t you?” Peter let out a guttural moan but shook his head yes. Jack had his throbbing, engorged cock in his hands. He’d have agreed to anything Jack said. He saw Jack pull something out of his pockets again and whispered “Shit,” as he felt Jack fasten a wide tight cock and balls ring set around them. There’d be no relief any time soon. Jack pulled out on the rings tightening them even further. His cock and balls were stretched taut, tight and vulnerable. Next Jack went and got a tube of lube and a large black butt plug. Peter knew that this was going to hurt after the ass fucking he’d gotten from Sawyer earlier. Jack began to push his index finger against his opening and then pushed it into him. Peter hissed quietly as Jack worked it in and out and on a whim began stroking his prostate. Peter clenched into an orgasm almost immediately but couldn’t come with the ring set on. “Oh fuck Jack, shit that was intense.”

Jack smiled, “You are so a whore.” Peter frowned at him. He’d tried not to ever let on to Jack that he hated being called that. Jack took the butt plug and lubed it up and slowly began pushing it into Peter. Peter went up on the balls of his feet trying to back away from it. “Fuck Jack that’s hurting me. Ohhhhh… shit!” Jack pulled it back out and pushed it further in this time. He could tell Peter was clenched up around it, anticipating the pain. “Push out so it can come in,” he ordered. Peter did and Jack pushed it in all the way. Peter was in pain and panting heavily. He grimaced as Jack went over and picked up a red flogger that had long thin strips of leather. He knew this one would hurt as much as the cat-of-nine tails whip did if Jack hit him hard. Jack came back and took his face and caressed it as he kissed him tenderly several times. Jack rested his forehead against Peter’s. He removed the clothes pins, slipped them into his pockets and rubbed his nipples. Peter breathed raggedly feeling his nipples ache and throb from the blood flowing back into them. “The pain is going to ramp up considerably now Peter, but you have to bear it for me if you want to keep me in your life.”

Peter looked into his eyes and pleaded “Jack… Please don’t do this – it’s like my old man did me…” Jack’s answer was the end of the flogger pressed to his lips, “Kiss it Peter, and prepare…” Peter kissed it and braced himself. Jack was so controlling, so intent, and so dark. This was the evil side of himself that he never let out. Jack felt out of control emotionally yet more in control than he’d ever been.

“Put your arms flat against the wall,” he ordered. Peter obeyed and grimaced as Jack began flogging his arms, alternating the strokes until he knew he’d have bruises up and down them. Jack stepped back closer and gently ran his fingertips in light feathery strokes along the undersides of his arms. Peter moved about at the sensations – it was too much on the ultra sensitive arms. Jack stepped away from him and got a strange look on his face. “Close your eyes and press the right side of your face against the wall.”

“No Jack!” Peter whispered, but it hadn’t come out like he meant it. He’d meant “No please don’t do it,” not “No I won’t.” He saw anger flicker across Jack’s face and whispered, “Oh fuck!” He closed his eyes, pushed his face against the wall and waited. Jack took the flogger and caressed it across his face and neck. Peter was so nervous he cringed as though he’d been struck hard. He knew it was coming. “Please Jack don’t whip me in the face where everybody can see,” he begged earnestly but Jack wanted to hurt him. Jack lightly twirled the flogger in his hand gradually striking him in the face and neck. Peter was grimacing. Getting hit hard in the face or neck with a flogger or a whip was extremely unpleasant. He felt Jack pause and he closed his eyes tightly and pulled his lips in to protect them. Jack struck him four times across his face and neck full force. Peter screamed so loud he thought he’d hurt his vocal cords. It’d hurt like hell. He looked Jack in the eyes, “Fuck you Jack.” He could feel the welts sting. He’d have bruises and he could feel some spots bleeding. Jack wanted everyone to know that he’d allowed Jack to do this to him. He’d feel shame every time someone looked at him.

“Close your eyes again Peter and press the left side of your face against the wall.”

“Jack please don’t do this. Christ. It hurts like hell…”

“It’s supposed to Pete.” Jack caressed the right side of his face with the flogger again. Peter braced for impact, protecting his lips and eyes as much as he could. Jack flogged him four times on his right side of his face and neck with his fully extended arm. The blows were powerful. He was well marked now. Peter screamed ‘fuck’ and bent forward as much as he could from his waist. Hot tears ran down his face, stinging badly and dripped off his chin. Jack already had him crying from the pain. Jack, of all people on the island, the one person he’d totally trusted to keep him safe. The one dominating and punishing him now.

Jack pushed him up by his chest and stood pressed up against him before licking his tears away. Peter shivered. Jack seemed like a demon like this. Like he was possessed and not himself. Jack stepped back again and struck him across his chest and stomach with full blows, snapping his wrist. Peter grimaced and moaned with each blow. Jack was making him so sore and the pain kept increasing. Jack stopped for a moment and went over and got a gag. Peter’s eyes got big. Jack hadn’t seemed to care if he was screaming or not so why now?

Jack offered it to him waiting to see if he’d beg, “You want to use this now if you want. I’m going to flog your genitals next and you might blow out your vocal cords.”

“God almighty Jack please please don’t flog me there. Christ I’m begging you. What can I do to make you stop? What would it take?”

Jack paused a moment before speaking, “Leave Sawyer, never make love to him again; never go back to him again.” Peter looked at him disbelieving before it turned to anger.

“Fuck you Jack Shephard! Damn you to hell you son-of-a-bitch! You’ve been torturing me for this?” Jack took the ball gag and put it into his mouth, forcing it open.

“Remember, it was your choice.” Jack stood back almost at arm’s length and lightly popped him with the flogger. Peter shook his head no and Jack could see him shaking, anticipating the pain. Jack hit him hard and Peter screamed and bit down on the gag, tears poured out of his eyes again. He turned away from Jack protecting his cock and balls. Jack pushed him back into position with the flogger, angry. “You move away like that again and I’ll switch from the flogger to the cat and I’ll double the blows. You won’t be able to fuck for a year. You understand me?” Peter nodded, tears dripping off his chin.
Jack stood back and flogged him again and again. He was getting high off Peter’s pain. It was more intoxicating than any drink… He got up to seven times and stopped. Peter looked like he might pass out from the pain. He was sobbing now, big racking heart-breaking sobs.

Jack went over and removed the gag and reached down and removed the cock and ball ring from him. Peter pulled against the chains holding his arms, thrashing. The pain was intense now the blood was rushing into his cock and balls again. Easily double what it had been. “Just wait Jack. I’ll make you feel every bit of this pain and worse.”

Jack ran his finger tips lightly across his cock and Peter shook at the sensation. “I’ll take that as a promise.”

Peter looked at him disbelieving. “I don’t think you’d stand for being hurt like this.”

“You’re wrong. I would. But I’m not finished with you yet. Turn around and face the wall. I’m giving you ten lashes with the cat and I want you to count them aloud. You know how.”

Peter grimaced and felt confused. Why was Jack doing this to him? Jack rubbed the cat across his back but the first couple of blows were light, Peter counted them out, “One – thank you Master.” “Two – thank you Master.” The third blow began to hurt and by the fourth he was leaning into the cave wall trying to escape them. He was bleeding all across his back, ass and legs by the time Jack finished. Jack put down the cat and came over and started doing the combination on the locks to release him.

“We’re not finished yet. Now I’m gonna fuck you so you remember it.” He released Peter’s wrists and Peter stood there rubbing them. They were torn up from his pulling against the shackles. Jack could tell Peter was struggling, wanting to fight him. It was confirmed when Peter drew back and hit Jack squarely on the jaw, drawing blood. Peter shoved Jack backwards. Jack pushed him against the cave wall extremely hard, asserting his dominance. He knew he’d need to get Peter under control again to finish this. “Down on the damn bed Peter. Get on your hands and knees, now!” Jack grabbed him by the hair and was pushing him down onto the bed roughly.

“Jack – don’t do this. I’ve already been hurt enough. Please don’t do this. Don’t rape me!” It was hard for Peter to disobey a man who had dominated and controlled him. And Jack had him under his control.

“Do it now! Hands and knees!” Peter got on his hands and knees facing away from him. Jack pushed his legs apart with his own and Peter shook his head no.

Jack gave the butt plug a little twist before he pulled it out. Peter moaned at the sensation of it being ripped from his body. Jack lubed up his cock, slicked his fingers with it and circled his ass. There was dried and fresh blood down Peter’s backside now. He pushed two fingers into Peter roughly. Peter clenched so hard around them that Jack almost couldn’t move them. “Relax, or this will hurt worse,” he commanded. He pushed downward towards Peter’s prostate and massaged it roughly.

Peter gasped, but still came hard and shook. “God Jack I don’t think I can take that. Fuck, don’t be so rough.” Jack’s answer was to massage it again and again. He knew he’d made Peter come again as he felt his ass clench again.

“So Sawyer made you come six times? Why’d you never tell me you were that multi-orgasmic?”

“Christ Jack, don’t make me do that please.” Jack reached down with his other hand and began to stroke Peter with his slick hand. Peter hissed and went to take Jack’s hand away, “God that hurts Jack, you tore me up.”

Jack growled, “Get your hand away or I’ll whip you again.” Peter froze and put his hands back on the bed. Jack massaged his prostate hard again. Peter’s whole body clenched as he rode out a third and fourth orgasm. Jack stroked him harder running his hand over the head of Peter’s cock. He felt Peter tense, gasp and thrust and knew he’d ejaculated this time. Peter’s cum ran down his hand. He brought his hand back around to his face and licked it off.

“Too bad you’ve come already, cause I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Why are you doing this shit to me? What are you trying to prove?”

“You begged Sawyer to fuck you, well I’m getting my fuck too Peter.” Jack pushed him back on his hands and Peter closed his eyes. He was going through with this. Peter knew this was going to hurt worse this time. Jack was bigger in diameter than Sawyer and he was pissed. He was going to make Peter pay for it. Jack lined up with his ass and pushed about half way in. Peter was so fucking tight. He whimpered at the pain. Jack pulled back out some and thrust in again. Peter was begging but Jack refused to listen to him. He pushed Peter down on the bed and shoved his cock all the way in this time. His hands were knotted into tight fists in the sheets and his whole body was shaking. He held Peter tightly as he began to thrust into him. His thrusts were hard, angry and rough. It didn’t take long before he could feel Jack’s cum pulsing and empting into him. Jack was still against him and then he felt Jack shudder. “Oh God what have I done to you? I’ve lost my mind.” Peter could feel Jack’s tears falling onto his back. Jack clung to him and didn’t move. “I’m so sorry Peter…oh God what is the matter with me?” He pulled out slowly, trying to not hurt him any more. Jack’s cock was covered in blood as Sawyer’s had been. Seeing Peter’s blood on his own cock was a shock to Jack – it drove home what he was just doing. He’d raped and tortured the one person on the island that meant the most to him. It was if all his frustration and pain had come to a head in this one act. He couldn’t even really explain it. He sat next to Peter and turned him over and pulled him up into his arms. Jack rocked him back and forth and began whispering how sorry he was. “Why did I hurt you like that? God I am more fucked up than anyone on this island… I’m so sorry, so sorry Peter.” Jack smoothed his hair and kissed him slowly. Peter wiped the tears off his face and pushed Jack away from him and got up. Jack stood up also.

“Why’d you do it Jack? To try and force me to leave Sawyer? To punish me for having sex with him? You’ve torn me up. I feel shattered. Don’t you know you’re the only person I’ve felt totally safe with? Now I feel like I’m not safe with you. Fuck. Why does it always have to come back to that? The worst possible way to hurt me.” Peter went over and picked up his shirt and began to put it on. Jack walked over to him, tried to hold Peter to beg for his forgiveness.

“I don’t know why exactly – I was furious with you. Jealous of Kate tying you down and fucking you. Pissed at Sawyer for screwing you, tearing you up and for what he said to Kate. Mad at myself for not being enough. It’s like all the anger of my life came out focused on you. You’re the only real thing in my life right now. Please forgive me Pete. You can do whatever you need to equalize the scales. Beat the shit out of me. I won’t defend myself. Rape me if you want to. I won’t resist. I’ll just take it. I’m begging you for forgiveness.” Jack’s face clearly showed his regret, sorrow and distress for what he’d just done.

“Don’t touch me Jack. I’m so upset with you I can’t even think straight. You took it too far this time. You refused to listen to me when you knew you were really hurting me. You told me to take all the pain for you and that’s unfair without a safe word. You know how much I want to obey and please you, but Christ you really hurt me. You’ve torn my cock and balls up. I can’t stand the pain of touching myself there. Look at my face and neck. I can’t hide this Jack. You’ve torn me up where everybody can see it. I’m not making any excuses for you and I’m not gonna hide who did this cause otherwise everybody will think Sawyer did it. You’re gonna have to live with the fallout. I don’t want you to ever treat me this way again. What you just did to me is as bad as my old man ever did me.”

Peter looked in his eyes, “You’re going to have to rebuild my trust in you Jack. You’re gonna have to show me that you still love me. This has shaken me and it’s going to take me a while to get over this.” Jack nodded and got dressed as Peter finished up. It was a long walk back towards the beach. As they got closer Peter got more anxious. “Are you going to spend the night at the hatch again?”

“Yeah, I need to go at some point so Locke can rest.”

“I’m anxious and I’m gonna be depressed and insecure later. I’ll be thinking about this over and over in my head. You know my self esteem’s not good anyway. I’m so fucked up emotionally. You're not trying to run me off are you?”

Jack took Peter in his arms gently and kissed him and held him, rocking him slightly. “You’re not fucked up Peter; I’m the one that’s fucked up emotionally. I unleashed the darkest part of my soul on you and I shouldn’t have done it. I still love you so much. I promise I’m not trying to run you off. Just please forgive me and let me make it up to you.”

“It’s gonna take a little time Jack. It’s too fresh tonight.” He pushed back from Jack. “Are we close to the hatch at all? Maybe I could shower, get this blood off me, get into some fresh clothes and eat before going back to the beach. Least maybe I won’t look so bad.”

“Okay. Let’s go by the hatch so you can get cleaned up – that’s a good idea. I’ve got some extra t-shirts and jeans. We can eat there, but you can’t spend the night. It’s not safe there right now. We’ve still got that situation going on.”

Peter looked at him and shook his head slightly. He didn’t have it in him to argue with Jack about the hatch. He’d go back to the beach tonight and sleep with Sawyer. They finally made their way to the hatch and Jack dropped him off in the bathroom to shower. Jack went and spoke to Locke, telling him that Peter was taking a shower and would be leaving after they ate. Jack got his extra clothes, set them down and peeked back in on Peter. Peter’s appearance sobered him. In the heat of the shower you could see plainly every mark he’d put on Peter. He might be lucky if the survivors didn’t lock him up in the room with Henry Gale for what he’d done to him. Peter was facing away from him standing in the water stream, sobbing softly. He looked so fragile now. Jack wiped away his own tears and stepped quietly back out into the hall. He cursed himself over and over for not thinking about what this might do to Peter. He knew it was going to be a long time before he wasn’t beating himself up because of this.