Lifeline

Lifeline

“See him stumble in the dark
Trying to buy a little spark
And drive it into a vein
For a moment kill the pain
Where's my job, where's my car
Where's my lover, where's the bar
We all search for escape
Is it from our fear of faith”

The room was dark, accented by washed out hues of umber and scarlet comprising the easternmost wall. Near the corner a lone male lay crumpled, illuminated only by the acrid yellow light spilling into the hall. The sun, barely crowning the horizon cast eerie shadows along the perimeter of the area. Swirls of heliotrope lashed against the figure’s face causing his breath to hitch. A slackened jaw twisted violently into a painful grimace. Eyes popping wide open he dug his fingers into the rock hard concrete. It was uncomfortably close to his nose.

Jack moaned, his brow narrowing in the faded light. He winced, gritting his teeth at the site of a gaping bullet hole that splayed along the posterior region of his shoulder. Roughly stitched the wound scored angry red lines that arched violently down his arm. The remnants of a bandage still licked at his skin, hugging his arm loosely. It was then that the stark realization hit like a ten ton weight across his chest. The gun he had tucked into his jeans was gone, as was the switchblade that he had always kept strapped into his right calf. Strong hands held both arms pinned to his side in a vice grip, dragging him across the cold hard floor. The tiny scratches around his throat wept with crimson as they made contact with the concrete. Images plagued the very depths of his mind. He’d been in the hospital parking lot sobbing his eyes out over what he had to do to Chase. Everything else was shadowy besides the low hiss of the radio. There was a shattering of glass as something hard and sharp impacted his shoulder. It hurt for a long moment. The feeling ebbed away making him feel pleasantly drunk. Like he had downed several whole bottles of good scotch. His vison swam and leaped in cycles of bright swirling blotches. He assumed he had been knocked out.

Jack desperately hoped he was stronger then the men that were pinning him down. He growled and bucked his head upwards to knock his assailant off balance. The other man cried out, loosening his grip long enough for Jack to stagger to his feet. Disoriented, he tried to get his bearings only to be knocked to the ground from behind. He impacted the floor with a low thump grunting and gritting his teeth as more hands squeezed his wrists. Which were then marred by thick columns of fraying wire. Two sets of hands then roughly flipped him onto his back forcing his arms to support the full weight of his body.

“What do you want with me?” His voice was rough and just peaking over a whisper. Neither man answered though the one that had bound him smiled, shaking his head. The other snorted and lowered himself to Jack’s level, holding something just above his fiery blue eyes.

“Murdoch, give this to him, will you?” The other man nodded and took the syringe from his accomplice. It held a colorless liquid that sloshed against the vial containing it. Jack knew far too well what the substance was and swallowed hard.

“No, please,” he whimpered, glaring at the tall man defiantly. Colden snorted, reaching to pat Jack’s uninjured shoulder and loosen the clasp on Jack’s jeans.

“Nonsense Jack,” he cooed. “Murdoch here is just going to help you relax a little bit. God knows you need it after the day you’ve had.”

The sandy haired agent glowered up at him as the other man dropped to his knees and began tracing small circles around his forearm. Hissing, Jack tried to kick but Colden had anticipated this reaction and pinned his ankles using his own weight. He began tugging off Jack’s shoes and socks, tossing the excess clothing into a corner with Jack’s already shredded shirt.
Meanwhile Murdoch rooted around for Jack’s basilic vein which he found with almost an expert ease. Lazily he plunged the needle deep into the other man’s skin. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath. He’d promised himself to never let the vile substance enter his body again but maybe it was okay just this once. To take the edge off he rationed with himself. He could handle this.

“Now that we’ve given you something Jack. I need something in return.” Colden began. He ushered Murdoch to one side and leaned over his captive with a wry grin.

“The access codes to some files off one of your CTU servers.” He pointed to the small sliver laptop set up on a table near the far side of the room. “It seems that some of your buddies confiscated something that is rightfully mine and I want it back.”

Jack didn’t speak but instead grimaced and spat a mouthful of bile in Colden’s direction. His throat screamed from the motion but he ignored it and tried to focus on his breathing. The watery feeling the heroin always left in his mind was starting to kick in at full force.

“Not feeling to chatty this morning are we?” Colden advanced towards Jack in a way that their noses were almost touching. Jack was breathing hard as the other man produced a taser and dug it hard into Jack’s side. He bucked and threw his head back with an angry howl. Fighting the electric current that was searing though the core of his body.

After a moment he started to cough, his stomach convulsing as he vomited onto the concrete floor. Both Murdoch and Colden managed to turn him roughly on his side. His body sagged against the binds, torrents of sweat pouring down his chest.

“I can break you very easily Jack,” Colden warned softly. He looked up at Murdoch and nodded. “He’s too use to the basic routine. The heroin in him should loosen him up a bit, lets have some fun with this.”

Colden stepped away as Murdoch knelt down next to Jack. He seemed to be slipping into unconsciousness, exhausted and spent from the day’s events. Murdoch began stroking the man’s thighs along the rough fabric of his jeans. He traced soft lines up and down Jack’s chest causing him to jolt awake in confusion.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jack slurred. His voice wavered as he tried to pull away. The binds brought up solid. Murdoch used a firm hand to keep him in place while the other slid down Jack’s zipper and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. The stark fabric of crisp black boxers was all that remained.

Murdoch grinned, “There are many forms of torture Jack. Sometimes something more pleasurable can be more effective then pain.” He patted the taunt muscles of Jack’s thighs causing him to growl and throw all of his weight into the floor trying to squirm away. It only encouraged the broad shouldered man to intensify his ministrations.

“Don’t fight me Jack. You’ve had a rough day saving the city and all. I’ll bet you haven’t had time to relax in a good long while.” Short brown hair stuck up in wild tufts that accented his beady black eyes. Murdoch slowly adjusted his right hand just slightly. In long linear strokes he applied light pressure to the bound agent’s abdomen. Working his way downward.

Jack clamped his eyes shut and drew in a long gasp. His mind was racing. What was this psychopath doing? He struggled hard against the binds. They dug further into his wrists drawing blood that scattered across the concrete.

The ironic thing was he really hadn’t been able to relax in a long, long time. It had been what? Months since he had last pleasured himself. Before Mexico. That could be for certain. His groin was beginning to throb with the anticipated pressure that was spreading along his body. Murdoch’s hands were flat against the pubic hair of his crotch. Circling him in very slow but even strokes. His feathery movements drove Jack up the wall. He scolded himself, trying to fight off his body’s impulses. But the gentle fingers felt so good against his body. Arousing him, ebbing at the dull ache that had collected in his groin for months now. He was losing the battle.

“That’s it Jack, you just relax,” Colden called from across the room. He was fiddling with his laptop, amusement clearly in his voice.

Jack whimpered, forcing his mind to wander elsewhere. He couldn’t let this happen. He would not loose control. Warm breath was trailing up the shaft of his cock, his groin was beginning to swell and throb. He tensed, digging his fingernails that were still pinned behind him sharp into his back. Willing his body not to respond no matter how good it felt.

“You’ve had a hard day, it’s alright to relax Jack,” Murdoch coaxed. He was carefully running his fingers up the underside of Jack’s shaft where the skin was soft and Jack seemed to pinch his eyes shut even tighter; unwilling to watch his body betray him.

“Please stop,” he croaked, feeling his semi-flaccid cock blossom into a full erection as Murdoch leaned in. Taking him fully into his mouth with one swift motion. One hand reached around to cup his balls. An involuntary moan escaped Jack’s lips. He threw his head back in pleasure, his body arcing upwards.

“Ah, you like that huh?” Mumbled Murdoch. The sound waves sent pleasant vibrations up Jack’s shaft.

“Stop,” he whimpered again. This time weaker as if his body and mind are diverged, wating two separate things.

“I don’t the you want me to,” Murdoch hummed, swirling his tongue around the large throbbing vein across Jack’s head.

“God yes.” He cries out before he can stop himself, his entire body bucking forward. The other man massaging small electric circles around his balls. Stroking the tiny hairs before letting go of Jack’s member completely. Leaving him with a searing erection.

“Just give me your CTU server access codes Jack and I’ll make this more pleasurable for you then it has been in a long, long time.”

Beads of sweat were running down Jack’s forehead. He felt sick and the pain of his erection was beginning to invade his mind. His eyes were only half open and his hands were still pressing hard against the cold concrete. “I... want...you to...stop.” He growled. Murdoch only grinned and ran his hands of Jack’s thighs and up his hip. He toyed with the blonde growth of pubic hair. Careful not to apply pressure where Jack needed it to be.

Colden was standing over him now, frowning. “We need to get this done faster. I need to access Saunders bank account tonight, he hissed and bent down. Tilting Jack’s chin up he patted his cheek.

“You will tell me what I need to know.” He held out another syringe and injected it where the mark of the first had been left. Jack’s body drooped slack against the concrete. He felt light headed. The feeling was wonderful, it made him so happy, so relaxed. Better then he had in a long time.

“That’s it Jack, good job,” Colden coaxed, flipping him over onto his belly. Somewhere in his conscious mind Jack burned with the raw humiliation of what was happening to him yet he felt so good. Murdoch reached under him stroking the juncture of his hip and thigh. Fingering his balls before smearing a slick bead of precum along the head of his shaft. He was too hard and his balls were pulsating too much to impede the intrusion.

Colden was mere inches away and gently running his fingers down Jack’s ass. He rubbed the taunt muscles, prodding at them until they produced a slight opening. Jack knew what was going to happen and tried to push himself upward but Murdoch strengthened his hold on his cock causing him to sigh and drop back down.

“It will only hurt if you move,” Colden warned. He tensed as his body was invaded, biting his lip and willing his mind to wander elsewhere. He tried to pretend he was somewhere else. At the beach with Kim and Teri, they were making a sand castle and this really big wave came in and flattened the whole thing into a pile of mush. He chuckled and held her closer, she was five maybe six years old. He knelt down to help her rebuild it.

His throat felt it was going to close over, he couldn’t get any air in. Reducing his breathing to short clipped gasps. Jack vaguely felt hands running up and down his back. The pain was almost unbearable.

He closed his eyes tighter. Teri was poking him on the shoulder, pointing and laughing hysterically. There was a large fat seagull a few yards down, squawking at the top of it’s lungs. It managed to get it’s head stuck in a pipe jutting out from a near by bank. He lifted Kim up onto his shoulders so that she could see it better. They were all giggling at the snow white tail feathers pointed oddly up in the air as it wriggled it’s way out.

Jack’s body tensed, bracing himself as the dildo made a short stab at his prostate making him howl in pleasure. His body thrusting back against the object sending lightning throughout his spine.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Colden grinned, stabbing the object swiftly into him so that his back arched and his eyes clouded over wildly with need. Fighting as hard as possible he shoved himself flat against the ground to try and dull the sensations. The man groaned loudly as Murdoch reached in under him creating a steady friction for Jack to rub against.

“Give me the access code Jack,” he growled. Shattering Jack’s pleasure.

“I don’t know damn it.” He yelled, squirming against his binds with a renewed vigor. He moaned and shut out the fuzziness from his head. It was the partial truth. He really didn’t know the codes for accessing the ban account, that had always been Chloe’s department. Not that it would be difficult for him to find out. He didn’t understand any of this. Who the hell were these guys? What was their connection to Saunders?

Another wave of pleasure pulsated throughout his core making him whimper and wriggle with delight. He was beyond caring about the bank account, Saunders or anything else. All that mattered was the intense pleasure that was building in his groin. It had been weeks since he'd jerked off, and he knew that he would explode any moment. Just a few seconds more he thought to himself. His utter disgust was being swallowed by the relaxing feeling of the heroin in his system.

Colden stroked against his prostate again. Hard and fierce. Making him cry out at the very top of his lungs. His eyes turned glassy when Colden removed the object, leaving him on the edge.

“Please. I’m so damn close.” Jack whimpered as all contact left his body. He was panting heavily, trying in vain to grind into something but strong hands held his hips in place. Murdoch gripped his cock, dancing his fingers ever so lightly over the head. Just enough to put him on the very brink but no more then that. Jack closed his eyes in frustration. Moaning, the top of his head hit something solid. A rush of air hit his lungs as vison began to fade. Rapidly in staggering blotches, he could see nothing.

“Agent Bauer….Agent Bauer do you copy?” He shot up wildly grasping for his gun. It was at his hip like it always was. There was no broken glass. Only the high pitched whine of his shortwave radio.

“Yeah I’m here” Jack spoke with as much composure as his body would allow and was glad to hear the transponder immersed in static. His voice was roughened with sleep and his brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.

“We need you to return to CTU sir” There was a narrow click and the voice on the end faded off. Exhaling he brought his left hand towards his face rubbing away the scattered tear stains that traced down his cheeks. He let out a strangled cough shifting uncomfortable in his seat.

“Hey Dad, it’s good to see your awake.” Jack’s eyes widened at the sound of a familiar voice filtering through his ears.

“Kim?” He rasped throughly confused, she was sitting in the passenger seat of his SUV grinning at him.

“You look a lot better,” she stated. Motioning to the dark rimmed circles that had begun to recede from his sallow flesh. He stared at her confused.

“How long have you been here?” He grunted, “What happened?”

“She smiled, “Only a minute or so, I came to tell you Chase is out of surgery and they were able to re-attach his arm. I know you were having a really rough day so one of the Docs gave me a sleeping pill to slip in your water. You must have nodded off out here. I didn’t want to wake you,” she reasoned. Jack shook his head to clear it.

“I think that might have done the trick,” he yawned and slid his head back against the headrest. “You should be with Chase. I have to run into CTU for a while and I’ll catch up with you later okay sweetheart.” Jack’s tone was quiet and slightly uncomfortable but Kim hardly noticed and smiled at him. She nodded and slid out of the vehicle, anxious to return to her boyfriend’s side.

Jack blinked again. He felt groggy and his mouth was bone dry. He had managed to pin one hand between his hip and the car door leaving it fuzzy from the lack of circulation. That must have been what created the sensation of being pinned down, he though to himself. Most of the dream was fleeting from his memory except for the physical evidence of a large swell in his pants. He almost blushed looking down at it, aching painfully. Sighing he shifted his hands to his lap. There was one more thing he needed to take care of before returning to CTU. Then he was going to insist on taking a nice long vacation.

The End.