The Dutiful Son

Title: The Dutiful Son
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Sumner attempts to show Sheppard that he is the one giving the orders
Author’s Website: Darkness Prevails (http://home.bellsouth.net/p/s/community.dll?ep=16&groupid=137913&ck=)
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes to pegasusgate.net, Area 52, and all others with permission
Warnings: Daddy-kink (if you don’t like this I suggest you read no further), crude language, angst, overall darkness
Pairing: Sheppard/Sumner
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I am only borrowing them from the brilliant creators of the show, MGM, and the Sci-Fi Channel.
Author’s Notes:
1. I have read a few stories that have discussed the Sheppard/McKay relationship developing before the Atlantis mission started, so I thought that I would start my own pairing that took place at SGC prior to the start of the Atlantis mission.
2. I have yet to read any stories dealing with Sheppard and Sumner together, so I thought that perhaps it was a pairing that needed further study. I hope you don’t find the pairing repulsive or nauseating.
3. I used bits of Joe Flanigan’s biography, along with some original ideas, when I created Sheppard’s background. I’m sure that many of these things will be “disproved” throughout the shows long run (keeping my fingers crossed), but I needed to create something for the time being, and I enjoyed filling in the gaps of my favorite character. We know that Sheppard is 35-40, so I made him 35. As usual, even my background on John is dark and miserable. Believe it or not I am a happy person! I just tend to write about the darker side of human nature.
4. This is a missing scene from “The Rising” Part I. It takes place between the discovery of Sheppard’s Ancient gene and the embarkation of the Atlantis team.

Colonel Sumner’s temporary office at the SGC: One day before the Atlantis team leaves for the Pegasus Galaxy

19:00 Hours

Colonel Marshall Sumner stared at the computer screen studying the file of Major John Sheppard in undisguised contempt. He read the details of how the Air Force Major had disobeyed a direct order from his CO in the harsh environment of Afghanistan, and how his punishment had been a transfer to McMurdo in Antarctica; rather than a Court-Marshal. He sneered in disgust at the way the Air Force let their men off easy. If Sheppard had been in the Marines his career would have been over, and he might had even found himself in a Marine Brig for a few years, but instead the flyboy found himself stationed at the South Pole, which as far as Sumner was concerned, was a cushy gig compared to serving time at Quantico or Camp Pendleton.

He studied Sheppard’s file further, which outlined a quick rise through the Air Force ranks due to his specialized training on various planes, jets, and choppers; including Apaches, Cobras, and Black Hawks, which were currently being used in Iraq and Afghanistan. The file also indicated a history of questioning authority and rebelling against the “Standard Operating Procedure” mentality of the military, which in Sumner’s mind, was a disaster waiting to happen, which Sumner hoped to avoid once they were in the Pegasus galaxy.

He continued mulling through the numerous commendations and medals decreed, and finally found himself at the background of John Sheppard. Sumner was a big believer that where a man came from determined where he would go in the future and he was sure that the Major was no exception. Sheppard was obviously a fine officer, wanting to please and impress his commanding officers, but something caused him to question and rebel against that authority, and he was hopeful that Sheppard’s file would shed some light on the cause. He skimmed through the typical information, which included a date of birth of August 19, 1970 in Sparks, Nevada. His mom was Nancy Denise McConnell and his father was Joseph Lee Sheppard. The Sheppard family remained in Nevada, while John was moved to Ventura, California to a private school when he was 11. John later enlisted in the Air Force Officer Training School when he turned 18. Sumner surmised that Sheppard was a spoiled brat whose family had too much money and not enough love to give to their son. A Boarding School at 11 indicated a lack of time for their son, and he was sure that this isolation from his parents was a root cause for Sheppard resisting or not trusting authority.

The file went further into Sheppard’s officer training scores, which were exceptional, and he graduated top of his class in 1988. There were no incidences of behavior issues until the Gulf War in 1991, in which he adamantly refused to follow an order, which would endanger his chopper, and the men on board. It was later determined that the right course of action had been followed by Sheppard, and that the CO on duty had made a bad call. Sheppard was reprimanded for his action, but no suspension or Court-Marshal was issued. There were numerous occasions on record that Sheppard had vocally argued with a CO about an order, had begrudgingly followed an order, or actually protested an order. Sumner shook his head in disapproval not understanding why the Air Force had taken so much insurgent behavior from a young officer. He thought about General Jack O’Neill’s history in the Air Force, and he began to realize that the Air Force must handle all of their difficult officers the same way. They promote them and hide them away from the rest of the Air Force by using the Stargate or by using the icy hell of Antarctica.

As interesting as Sheppard’s file was it still did not give any true indication of why Sheppard resisted authority. There was the Private School thing, and the lack of involvement from his parents. The file had also indicated that there were no siblings or close relatives that visited him or corresponded with him through the mail, while he was at the Air Force Academy. He also knew that Sheppard’s mother had passed away two years earlier in a car wreck, while he was stationed in McMurdo, and Sheppard had not taken time off to attend the funeral. Sumner couldn’t imagine the amount of resentment it must take for a son not to attend his mother’s funeral, but he decided that the parents had to be the cause of Sheppard’s negative reaction to authority, and he would have to keep that in mind when he was dealing with the Major.

Sumner stared at the picture of John Sheppard which was located at the beginning of the file and he realized that his initial judgment of the Major was in error. He was not just a spoiled brat who got his kicks from flying and disobeying orders. Major John Sheppard was also a very pretty boy who desperately needed a Daddy who would love and discipline him when needed, and as much as he hated the idea of Elizabeth Weir assigning Sheppard to the team without his approval, he loved the idea of being the Daddy that Sheppard so obviously needed more.


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20:00 Hours

“You wanted to see me Sir?”

Colonel Sumner looked up from his paperwork to see Major John Sheppard standing at his opened door, “Yes, Major I did. Close the door and have a seat.” Sumner watched as the timid officer respectively followed his order, “I’ve been going through your file Major.”

Sheppard grimaced, “Then I’m sure you’re not happy that I’m here.”

Sumner glared at Sheppard, “It’s quite a read that’s for sure. You don’t have much respect for authority do you?”

Sheppard was insulted, “Of course I do, as long as they make rational decisions.”

“Well, you see that’s where the Air Force and the Marines differ. They teach us to accept orders regardless of what we think about them, and they teach you guys to analyze every decision made, and do what you think is right.”

“We have to over-analyze everything because we could be flying a fifteen million dollar jet and we have to make absolutely sure that every decision is accurate…”

Sumner put a hand up in protest, “I’m not looking for your excuses Major. I’m only interested in making sure that you understand that I am the one who will be giving orders on this mission, and I will expect you to follow everyone of those orders without hesitation.”

Sheppard stared long and hard at the Marine who thought he was God, “I’ll follow your orders to the best of my ability Sir.”

Sumner got up quickly from his chair, causing the chair to slam up against the wall, “That’s not good enough Major! You will follow all of my orders regardless of how you feel about them. I don’t need your pansy-ass Air Force thinking out there in the battle. I need officers who can think quickly and do as commanded.”

Sheppard watched as the alienated officer approached his position menacingly, “So, in other words you want a grunt who won’t think and who will do as he’s told, even if it puts others in danger?”

Sumner positioned himself between the desk and Sheppard, “Precisely.”

Sheppard looked up at his commanding officer who was sitting on the edge of the desk, “What happens if your orders cause someone to get killed?”

“That’s for me to worry about Major. You only need to worry about yourself.”

John shook his head in disbelief, “I don’t know why I should be surprised that a Marine is telling me to only care for myself. I mean that’s the Marine motto right? Take care of number one because no one else will.”

Sumner slowly got up and locked the door before he responded to Sheppard’s insult, “And I hear that the Air Force’s motto is we love flying really fast because we have really small dicks.”

Sheppard smiled, “Please tell me that my 50 year old CO is not doing the whole ‘Marines verses Air Force rivalry’ thing with me. Don’t we have more important things to deal with here?”

“I suppose we do Major, but for right now I want you to prove that the motto is wrong.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you like flying fast things because you have a small dick?”

John rubbed his hand through his unruly hair in frustration, “I am not doing this with you Colonel.”

John got up out of his chair to leave only to be shoved back down into the chair by Sumner, “Have a seat Major, and that’s an order!”

“You’re ordering me to show you my dick? I don’t think so!”

“That’s okay Sheppard. I would rather prove the other Air Force motto I’ve heard before.”

“And which motto would that be Sir?”

Sumner stared intently into Sheppard’s eyes, “The one about how all the pretty flyboys like to take it up the ass.” Sheppard was too stunned to react to Sumner’s suggestion. He could only watch as the Colonel began stroking his obvious bulge through his pants, “You pretty boys like dick don’t you? You like to lick it, suck it…taste it?”

John swallowed hard attempting to extinguish his rising excitement, “You are out of your mind Colonel.”

“Am I? You don’t seem to be in a hurry to leave.”

“You ordered me to stay.”

Sumner chuckled at Sheppard’s remark as he unzipped his own pants and pulled at his hard cock for all of the world to see, “I think that it’s funny that you decided to follow that order without question.”

John felt his own dick throbbing with anticipation as Sumner stroked his own prick softly, “Well, I wouldn’t want to be charged with insubordination before we even left Earth.”

Sumner smiled knowingly, “Why don’t you get on your knees and show me how you get away with not following orders.”

“Are you implying that I suck off my COs to stay out of trouble?”

Sumner brought two fingers up to his own mouth, “I bet you would do anything for some love wouldn’t you?”

Sheppard watched as Sumner brought the wet fingers down to the head of his cock. Just as the fingers began caressing the sensitive flesh, Sheppard got up from his chair once again to leave, “I’m out of here Colonel. You can write me up if you want to, but I am not going to sit here and let you analyze me and humiliate me while you jerk off!”

Instinctively, Sumner reached out and grabbed Sheppard by the back of the neck and shoved him down to the floor on his knees, “Don’t make me mad John or I will have to discipline you!”

Sheppard attempted to pull away from the tight grip on his neck, but the Colonel wouldn’t relinquish his position, “You are not my fucking Daddy! Let me go!”

“I think that is exactly what you need. I will be more than willing to play your Daddy since your own father doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“That’s not true! He does love me,” John lied.

“Really, when’s the last time you saw him?” Sheppard looked at the still hard cock that was now within inches of his mouth, “You don’t remember the last time you saw that cold-hearted bastard do you?”

“No,” John barely whispered.

Sumner went in for the quick kill, “Then why don’t you show your new Daddy how much you love him, and he’ll love you back in return.”

John watched as Sumner pulled his pants down to his knees and leant back against the desk once more. He couldn’t believe how desperate he was for affection from this man he just met, “This is so fucked up.”

Sumner looked down at the pretty boy on his knees, “Yeah it is, but it’s so hot…Now come over here like a good little boy and show Daddy how much you like his cock.”

“Aren’t you worried about someone catching us?”

Sumner gently guided his pretty boy’s mouth down to his aching cock. “Let Daddy worry about that sweet baby. You just worry about loving me good with that pretty mouth of yours.” He watched as John’s tongue snaked out and licked along the side of his shaft teasingly. He couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get the Major on his knees begging for affection. He almost felt bad about taking advantage of the poor boy’s traumatic experiences with parental love, but he had been trained to take all advantages offered, and he wasn’t going to make an exception with Sheppard. It wasn’t his fault that the boy was fucked in the head.

John looked into the eyes of the man who was giving him much needed attention and he licked the swollen head and sucked gently, “You taste good…”

“Daddy,” Sumner reminded Sheppard who continued to go further down the column of flesh, sucking and licking like he was fucking starving. “John, you have to call me Daddy, or we stop this now.”

John looked up from his task, “Is that an order Daddy?”

Sumner smiled in appreciation, “You keep teasing me like this and I’ll have to punish you John.”

John shrunk away from Sumner, stared at the floor in shame, and pouted, “Why do you have to punish me?”

“A good Daddy learns to balance affection with discipline. If I let you have your way all the time then you won’t learn to respect me or my orders.”

John had always suspected that his desire to gain acceptance and love from his parents had driven him to succeed extraordinarily in all tasks set before him, and he knew that when his commanding officers did not show appreciation or respect towards him, he would rebel against them. He never had the guts to tell his father how much he despised him, so he often took it out on the “father figures” at work, but he never realized how deep his father’s coldness had affected him until he met Colonel Marshall Sumner. He had been in the man’s office for less than ten minutes, and he was already acting like some two-dollar whore desperate for an ounce of affection and attention. He felt the tears slowly falling from his eyes as he reached out once again to suck the man’s dick.

Sumner gleamed with pride as he saw the wetness caressing Sheppard’s cheeks, “That’s a good boy John. Put Daddy back in your hot mouth. Make me come down your throat.” He watched in appreciation as the pretty flyboy gave head like he had been doing it his whole life. He wondered how many blow jobs the man had given to be this good. The only place he ever had gotten sucked off this first-rate was in the filthy whorehouses of Saigon where a blow job cost two dollars, and the men were lined up out the door waiting to fuck the mouth of a Vietnamese prostitute.

John allowed the Colonel to fuck his mouth and he smiled tenderly when he felt Sumner’s fingers running through his hair with affection, “Fuck, that’s so good baby. Do you like the way Daddy tastes?”

John looked up from his duty, and beamed, “Yes. I love the way you taste in my mouth Daddy.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing boy and you’ll be tasting all of me in no time.” He gently pushed John’s mouth back onto his throbbing cock and sucked in his breath as he once again felt the wetness descend upon his shaft. In a few short moments, Sumner felt the familiar tingling of his approaching orgasm, “That’s it baby…You’re going to milk my cock with that sweet mouth of yours…Fuck, don’t stop…Take it all down that pretty throat of yours.”

John happily drank every last drop of the warm bitter liquid that Sumner offered, “Umm…that was really tasty. Can I have more Daddy?”

Sumner looked down at Sheppard who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “You are incorrigible my boy, but let’s not forget who gives the orders in this family.”

“I asked nicely…”

Sumner grabbed John’s neck once again and yanked him up onto his feet, “Yes you did, but I’m the one who sets the path, not you. Is that understood boy?”

John grimaced in pain as his neck was bent backwards exposing his neck to the mouth of the Colonel, “I understand!”

Sumner licked slowly up Sheppard’s arched neck allowing himself the first taste of the pretty throat, “You understand what?”

“I understand that you give the orders Sir!”

With his other hand, Sumner slapped John’s face firmly, “Sir?”

“I mean Daddy!”

Sumner released his strong grip on Sheppard’s neck and massaged it instead, “Good boy, now always remember that in private it is Daddy.” He reached down and unzipped John’s pants thrusting his hand into his pants, “Now, because you were so loving to Daddy I’m going to show you some love in return. Would you like that John?”

“Yes,” John moaned as he felt Sumner tugging on his hard prick. “Please love me Daddy.”

Sumner felt a twinge of guilt at the desperation coming from Sheppard, “Okay, I’ll love you real good baby, but I’ll need you take off all of your clothes and lean against that wall over there.”

Without hesitation, Sheppard stripped out of his clothes, placed his palms on the wall, and spread his legs without being told. He received a slap on his ass, “Did I tell you to spread your legs like some sort of slut?”

“No Daddy,” John shamefully replied slowly dragging his legs back together.

“No! Keep your legs spread just like that. If you want me to treat you like a whore than I will,” Sumner grabbed the fleshy ass cheeks roughly and pulled them apart.

Sheppard moaned in pain, “Please don’t treat me like a whore Daddy. I only did what I thought you would want me to do. I only want to make you happy.”

Sumner let a sigh of regret as he heard the pleading in the other man’s voice. He knew that he was playing in a dangerous area in John Sheppard’s psyche. Sheppard obviously needed counseling, but who was he not to give the Major what he so desperately needed. “You want to make me happy? Then do only what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Why can’t you get the idea that I am the one giving orders through that pretty head of yours?”

“I’ll do better Daddy. I promise. Please don’t punish me,” John begged.

“You’re lucky that I am in such a loving mood. Next time you disobey me I’ll spank you. Now push your lovely ass further away from the wall towards me.” He watched as Sheppard pushed his firm tight ass closer to his rapidly hardening cock. He reached his hand around towards John, “Suck my fingers, so I can stick them up your pretty hole.” John moaned in excitement as he sucked in the large fingers imagining them being shoved up inside him.

Sumner took the wet fingers and teasingly caressed the ring of tissue around John’s puckered entrance. The hisses and moans coming from Sheppard was all the encouraging he needed. He slowly pushed two fingers inside the tight channel quickly preparing the tight hole for the invasion soon to follow, “God…you’re so fucking tight baby. I can’t wait to be inside you showing you how much I love you.”

“Show me Daddy…show me how much you love me,” Sheppard desperately begged. He wanted to be impaled on Sumner’s cock and to be ridden hard and fast.

“You got it baby,” Sumner declared pulling his fingers out of the warmth of John’s ass. He positioned his cock at John’s entrance and shoved it in quickly. He knew that there was pain for Sheppard, but he needed to be reminded who was in control of the situation.

John’s legs shook in pain as he was mounted from behind, “Fuck Daddy, it hurts…You’re so big.”

Sumner’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, “I know it hurts baby, but Daddy is going to make it feel so good in a minute.”

Within a few moments, Sumner was making good on his promise when he hit that special place in John’s body with each thrust, “That’s it Daddy…You feel so good inside me.”

Sumner couldn’t believe how hot a fuck Sheppard was. He had never had an ass like John’s and the dirty Daddy-kink was causing him to rapidly approach another orgasm, “You’re Daddy’s special little boy, and I love making you feel good…but I can’t last much longer. You’re sweet ass has got me so fucking hot.”

John savored the few final thrusts from behind, “That’s okay Daddy. Let my ass milk your cock. You deserve it.”

Marshall reached around, grabbed John’s dick, and squeezed it gently causing the younger man to explode into his hands. As the warm liquid ran down his hand, he felt his own spunk coating the walls of the sweetest ass he had ever had the pleasure of fucking, “Do you feel that baby? That’s Daddy’s seed inside you.”

“Thank you Daddy.”

“You’re welcome sweetness. Now get dressed and leave me for the time being, and don’t you forget who gives the orders in this family.”

John quickly dressed trying to ignore the wetness seeping down his legs, “Will we get to do this again?”

“That depends on if you can follow my orders in the field Major. Do you think you can do that?”

John watched his Daddy transferring back to the hard-nosed Colonel, “Yes Sir, especially if it means we get to do this again.”

“Fine, my first order is for you to wipe that silly grin off your face and leave me in peace.”

John saluted his superior officer, “With pleasure Sir.”

Marshall returned the unexpected salute and watched Sheppard leave the office. He was pretty sure that controlling and manipulating the traumatized Sheppard was going to be a breeze…

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Embarkation Room SGC: 08:00 Hours

Sheppard watched as the Colonel glared at him in apparent disgust. John knew that Sumner was trying to prove to the other Marines that he did not want a trouble-maker flyboy going along on the mission. He also knew that it was all a charade. Colonel Sumner most definitely wanted this flyboy going to the Pegasus Galaxy with him. John was sure that Sumner had stayed up all night thinking of all of the ways he could pleasure himself with John’s body, and John didn’t mind being used for pleasure, as long as he was getting pleasured in return, and as long as he decided what would or would not happen.

As the gate started dialing, Sumner spoke harshly to Sheppard loud enough for Ford and the others to hear, “Let me make myself clear Major. You are not here by my choice.”

John gave him a lop-sided grin, “I’m sure you’ll warm up to me once you get to know me Sir.” The two men exchanged knowing looks. The Colonel had already warmed up to the Major; as a matter of fact the Colonel was burning up for the Major. He couldn’t wait to bend the boy over and pound into his aching hole again.

“As long as you remember who’s giving the orders,” Sumner reminded Sheppard.

John couldn’t resist a good taunting, “That would be Doctor Weir right?” One look at the Colonel’s eyes caused John to grin widely. He knew that he was going to be punished for the remark, but he had always been a sucker for some good Daddy-kink…


The End

The question begs: Who truly is the manipulator?