Dicipline And Determination

It was the chains rattling that woke him up. He found himself bound in a manner he’d bet no one had used in over fifty years if not longer. It was considered inhumane to treat a human this way, but then again he’d also bet that the being that had him secured in the barbaric manner wasn’t too concerned with humanity in general. Heavily manacled by his wrists, ankles and neck, not to mention naked, he was pretty sure he wasn’t going anywhere soon. Good thing he was an optimistic kinda guy, right?

His name was Colonel Jonathon “Call me Jack” O’Neill, retired United States Air force. He was trained in so many ways it would make the average everyday person’s eyes cross, he was a leader of men and he enjoyed his command while it had lasted. The death of his son had changed so much for him. The strong man had found himself unable to cope with the guilt of his own gun dealing the blow that ended Charlie’s life. He retired, his wife was in a world of her own, and he had seriously contemplated suicide, but things had changed when two men knocked on his door informing him of his reactivation.

The Stargate Program had actually pulled him out of his depression enough to allow him to function in a semi-normal way. The fascinating possibility of exploring what the huge ring did intrigued him, too bad geeks were involved. Dr. Daniel Jackson, a man with every quality he hated in a person not only solved the puzzle, but came with him on the deadly mission. He made Jack change his opinion though. The man had a brain that wouldn’t quit, and compassion enough for the both of them. They made some friends, killed a few (read a lot) of bad guys, saved the heroine, made a really big boom and saved the day for a whole other planet. Take that plain old freedom and democracy! Daniel had made Jack evaluate his non life he’d been living, and realize that while he didn’t feel any less guilty about Charlie, his son wouldn’t want him to die. Jack had a geek for a friend. He went back through the wormhole to his life while the geek stayed with the heroine he’d inadvertently married for a whole new life.

Jack came back to an empty house; Sara had left him while he was on the mission to recover what she could of her life. That’s how his “Dear John” letter had read anyway. The divorce was settled amicably, and Jack moved into an out of the way duplex with a great view of the night sky. He spent the next year of his re-instated retirement looking at the sky through his telescope wondering idly how Daniel was doing in his new life. After a while the boredom got to him and he decided to move to Minnesota. His grandfather had left him a cabin up there and it was starting to sound really good. He gave up the lease on his apartment and packed up his things, but before he left he decided to make one last visit to the Stargate to say goodbye. That was not the best of ideas.

General George Hammond was an old friend. Jack had served under the man for a while years ago, and the two men had a good rapport. He was more than happy to let Jack take one last look around. Jack went to the gateroom and walked up the ramp to the huge inert circle. No one but Jack and the two men who had come back with him knew that the other world was still just a dial away. They’d reported that they’d destroyed the other gate and that’s how it stood. There were a couple of guards playing poker not too far away, obviously bored and probably speculating on the reason he was there, but Jack didn’t care. He whispered, “Goodbye, Dr. Jackson,” and turned to leave.

A whisper of movement at his back claimed his attention. He turned to see the sheet of material covering the gate blow away. The guards at his back stood and drew their guns, but Jack stayed where he was wondering if Daniel was coming for a visit. The hand that reached out and grabbed him was a complete surprise. He had a second to contemplate just what the heck was going on before a spray hit his face and he was knocked out. He never saw the men who fought valiantly to rescue him and died, or the face of his kidnappers.

He had a huge headache, whatever drug they used packed a punch. Man, the Sahara had more moisture than his mouth at the moment. Jack was no stranger to captivity, he’d been captured in Iraq, but the bed was a new addition. It was enormous, easily big enough to fit five or six people, soft enough to bring a cold winter night to mind, and covered in what felt like red and cream colored silk. If not for the chains, he’d wonder how he’d afforded the expensive whore house, or maybe that’s exactly what it was.

A noise drew his gaze to the far wall where a doorway opened. A beautiful woman entered followed by a man in a mask bearing a tray with what Jack hoped was water. The man approached and poured a cup. He held Jack’s head up so he could drink. Jack accepted the liquid silently, grateful that it was indeed water, but remained silent waiting to see what was going to happen. The woman walked up to the bed, and perched beside him.

“It looks as though my Jaffa should be rewarded.”

The word Jaffa struck a chord of memory, “Crap, you mean there was more than one of you?” He said.

“Indeed,” She nodded with a vicious smirk. “You killed Ra, and now you are my plaything to do with as I wish.”

“Look, lady, I don’t know who the hell you are, but you don’t just get to kidnap me without repercussion. My people kicked Ra’s butt and yours is next on the list if you don’t let me go.”

“Let you go?” She inquired.

“Yeah, and some clothes would be nice.” Jack quipped. He knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, but the naked part with the bed was starting to worry him however.

“Human, the being you killed was my mate.” She hissed, eyes glowing. “I thought to kill you slowly, but you are comely for a sack of flesh, and I do like being entertained.”

The calm finish did not bode well. Jack liked it better when people were angry; they thought less, which meant that things finished more quickly. Calm meant thinking and planning, two bad things in this situation. “Entertained how?” He asked warily.

She was amused, “Why, anyway I wish. I am Hathor, your goddess and it will be your pleasure to serve me.”

Jack snorted, “Not in this lifetime, lady. I know what you are, and goddess don’t cover it. You may as well kill me and get it over with.”

“Do you think that death is your escape? You will live and die by my command. I can kill you, but the power of life is also at my command. You my die a thousand deaths, but it will be no true escape from what awaits you the next time you open your eyes. My whim, my word is law, pet, and you will learn respect.”

“Respect is earned. I bet all you ever get is lip service, lady.” He sneered.

The smile she directed at him was anything but nice. “Prepare him,” She said to the silent male as she left. “His education begins soon.”

The man stayed silent as he waved something that flipped Jack over and spread his legs wide open, while stretching his arms taut over his head. It prevented him from looking to see what the man was doing. He felt the air brushing over his intimate parts and steeled himself for what was to come. It wasn’t the first time he’d been used this way, and this person had him laid out and trussed like a turkey at Thanksgiving.

He started when he felt something smooth and slick against his hole. The feeling made him involuntarily clench, but he was surprised that they even bothered with lube. Normally the goal was as much pain as possible, not to mention the humiliation. It didn’t faze the man as he pried his cheeks open and inserted a finger. He was clinical and smooth as he quickly saturated Jack’s insides. The finger was withdrawn, and a tube inserted. Jack wasn’t sure of what was going to happen until he felt the warm water flood his insides. This was getting strange, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to cooperate by holding it in, but apparently he didn’t need to. The water pressure was upped by increments until there was a constant wave bathing him. He figured there must be a strange elimination system as the bed beneath him stayed dry. Things changed when the man turned the nozzle so that the pressure struck his prostate.

Jack felt himself harden and squirmed as much as he could trying to get it to stop, but the man just put his knee in the center of Jack’s hips to hold him still. He was starting to pant as the water kept hitting it. He didn’t want this! But the man was relentless. Jack was nearing orgasm when the water stopped. The man quickly wrapped his balls and penis to keep them hard, but took out the tube. Jack’s relief was short-lived as he was re-lubed and something else inserted, this was bigger. He felt the burn as it stretched him. Once again it was rotated until it found his prostate.

Jack didn’t have as many defenses against this kind of torture. His body was on fire and ready for release. Usually torture came with questions, demands, something that required an answer or speech at all, but this was silent. Silence was now the challenge to meet, so when the damned thing began to vibrate he bit his lip and concentrated on the president doing the hula in a grass skirt. He’d forgotten about whatever it was keeping him hard. His body was writhing on the bed unconsciously.

Hathor returned, and walked over to the bed, “How is he, my pet?” she asked.

The man shook his head, and she laughed. “He would not be a prize if he broke so easily, pet. Give him this.” She handed him a tube of a thick blood red gel, and stroked his hair. “All submit before the goddess Hathor. Loosen the chains, pet. I want him on his hands and knees.”

Pet fastened a wide leather strap around Jack’s waist and fixed another chain to it. The chains to his wrists loosened while the chain at his waist pulled him back. He was positioned to Pet’s liking. Jack saw Hathor sitting to the side watching him, he sneered.

“What, you get your jollies from watching? You’re not gonna get much, sister, I’ve been raped by better.”

She smiled a strange smile, “You are receiving a gel which enhances touch of any kind. You will beg, plead, cry and scream, but you will not release until I allow it. You will either bend to my will or break completely. Either way I will own you heart and soul. Will you break before or after your accomplice I wonder?”

“A-accomplice?” Jack stuttered.

“Yes, did you not realize he led me to you? I received the report that Ra was dead and immediately journey to the place of his death, and found that which was out of place. Remove your mask, pet.”

The man who had been silent reached up and undid the strings holding the mask in place. It was Daniel Jackson. Jack looked on in horror as a snap of her fingers called him to her side. He stood by her chair as she absentmindedly fondled him under the small loincloth he wore. He was soon hard under her hand while she continued to talk.

“He never told me the exact location of your world, but a review of the chapp’ai revealed your location. He did tell me of you, however. He called for you in his sleep. I believe that is why he is silent now.” She mused. “No matter, he is a beautiful pet, so obedient.”

“Daniel,” Jack whispered.

“Give him the gift I prepared, pet.”

Daniel came forward, but stopped when he heard her voice, “Nude, pet.” Without hesitation he untied the loincloth and continued on. Jack spoke to his friend as he knelt beside him on the bed.

“I know you’re in there, Daniel. She just made you hide, but I need you to come out. Not now, I’m sure you’re not ready, but come out soon, Danny-boy, before we’re both lost.”

Daniel didn’t respond as he pulled out the vibrator, covered it with gel and re-inserted it. He looked to the false goddess.

“Turn it up higher,” she instructed. “And spread the gel in the usual areas.”

Daniel gathered more of the gel; he rubbed it on Jack’s nipples, neck, inner thighs, ass, balls and cock. The effect was immediate. A whimper came that Jack was helpless to stop. The feeling was insane. The breeze Daniel’s body made as it moved caused untold sensation.

Hathor moved to the bed in front of Jack, she handed Daniel a large dildo and told him to coat it with what was on his hand.

“Show the human how you like to get fucked, pet.”

Daniel crawled up the bed brushing Jack’s sensitized body, and setting off a groan. He turned in front of Jack presenting his ass in front of Jack’s face and without hesitation slid his hand between his legs and started to work the dildo in. He slowly rubbed the head around his tight hole, pressing lightly. Jack began to pant in harsh breaths as Daniel mewled. He watched the head pop through the tight ring, his own body tightening around his own vibrator. A loud moan burst out when Daniel slammed the dildo the rest of the way in.

Jack couldn’t stop watching as Daniel rammed it home time after time. Noises he barely recognized as his own tumbled from his lips in a continuous concert with his friend’s. His hips started an unconscious rhythm in time with Daniel’s hand, with his cheeks flexing in time he drove to vibrator into his own prostate. A hoarse scream came out from in between his teeth. He would not give the bitch the satisfaction of hearing him beg.

Hathor pulled Daniel’s head to the junction of her legs. He began to lick her. Jack watched her head go back and he growled. She laughed and pulled Daniel’s head in tighter. He licked faster and harder, taking a long hard suckle in between. The room was a mass of the sounds and smells of sex, with each one straining to peak. She told him to move back, slightly under Jack’s face she made him stop.

“Fuck him with it,” She said.

Jack didn’t want to comply with anything she said, but the sight was too tempting. He took the dildo from Daniel’s hand, and started a fast hard pounding. Daniel lifted his head and howled in lust. The sound was cut short as Hathor pulled his head back in and ground it into her crotch, telling him to use his fingers, but it was enough to inflame Jack. He bucked helplessly into the air as Daniel threw his ass into Jack’s hands, stretching his body out to get the most from both of them.

Hathor screamed her satisfaction, body rigid, before convulsing on the bed. She shook reflexively every time Daniel’s tongue brushed against her sensitive clit, before she pushed his head away. Still hard and growing more desperate the two men moved together harshly.

Hathor crawled to Jack’s side, “You want your release? Ask me for it.” She lightly scratched his neck with her nails. Jack’s body bucked into empty air, as she continued.

“I am the only one who can give it to you.” Came the insidious whisper as she stroked his nipples. “I want to give it to you.”

Jack just knelt there trembling like a horse pushed to its limits. She ran her nails around and around his inner thighs before lightly touching the head of his dick, startling a sob out of him.

“Just look at my poor pet.” She said sadly. “He knows he won’t come until you do.”

Jack looked down at Daniel who had turned to his back and was now fucking himself with the toy. There were noises coming from the other man’s mouth, little panting, sobbing noises that tore at Jack’s heart. He couldn’t put Daniel through anymore torment.

“Please,” He whispered.

She smiled, satisfied for now and told Daniel to get up. He immediately turned to all fours again and backed all the way into Jack sliding onto his dick. Jack inhaled sharply as the feel of Daniel squeezed around his shaft. The chains at his wrist and waist loosened and he lunged forward, pounding into the man. Growls and sobs of need rent the air, while Hathor leaned down to tell Daniel to come.

The reaction was immediate, Daniel went rigid and screamed Jack’s name shooting ribbons of semen across the bed. Jack went still for a moment mesmerized by the beauty of the man in front of him, but then the helpless movement of his hips began again. He felt Hathor reach down and free the straps binding him while she also told him to come.

The world went white. Jack was blind and deaf to the world. His body jerked and danced like a puppet on a blind man’s strings before he collapsed on Daniel completely unable to move. Both men lay there curled into each other sated and unconscious with bliss.

Hathor contemplated the men before her. They were indeed beautiful together, but she sensed the danger of keeping them. She already had what she really wanted, her pet had fertilized her spawn, and both men had danced to her tune. She could keep them or turn them. The dark one had remained silent until the other was in her power; the other maintained an aura of dangerous knowledge. It seemed that they alone were the other’s weakness. She didn’t really want to break them, just bend them, but just as there was weakness there was strength.

She sighed with regret; she was going to have to let them go. It really was a shame, but with the other system lords going after Ra’s territory like rabid dogs she was going to be too busy to train them properly. Maybe later she mused as she pulled on her dressing gown and went to speak to her prime.

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Jack woke in the infirmary at the SGC with a start. He looked around confused. A nurse noticed he was awake and notified the doctor. A few seconds Gen. Hammond and Dr. Wagner came in.

“Welcome back, Colonel.” General Hammond greeted.

“Hello, Col. O’Neill. I’m Dr. Wagner. How do you feel?”

“Confused,” Was Jack’s answer, “Where’s Daniel?”

“You and Dr. Jackson were found on the Stargate ramp this morning. Can you tell us what happened in the last two days?”

“I, uh, I’m not really sure, sir.” Jack said. “I vaguely remember one of the creatures that attacked us on Abydos was there. She took Daniel from Abydos, and me from Earth for revenge, but she didn’t have time because the others were attacking her holdings.”

“She just let you go?” The General was skeptical.

“I guess so, sir.”

“Alright, son. You come and talk to me if you remember anything else.” The General left.

Jack was poked and prodded by Dr. Wagner and his demons of torture (otherwise known as nurses) and eventually released none the worse for the wear. He and Daniel were confined to base for the next couple of days. They spent their time together but silent. They both spoke to General Hammond again and warned him of the damage the Goau’ld would be. Jack was in a little bit of trouble due to the whole “not blowing the Abydos gate” thing, but over all the knowledge that the Goau’ld were still out there took precedence. Daniel had discovered that other gates existed and there was an expedition to Abydos in a few days that Daniel and Jack were going on, but they were looking forward to leaving the base soon.

Jack bought a house over the internet and had his things shipped from storage and set up. Daniel was coming home with him he determined. To say the very least they needed to talk without the military listening in.


Daniel and Jack were silent as they walked out to Jack’s truck. Jack unlocked the passenger door, and closed it after Daniel climbed in. He walked to his side, got in. and started the truck. They stayed silent through the checkpoint and half way down the mountain. Abruptly Jack pulled over. He turned to look at Daniel only to find the other man throwing himself into grateful arms. Jack wrapped him up tightly as Daniel babbled;

“You rescued me, Jack. I was about to lose my mind. I couldn’t take it anymore, and there you were. You can’t leave me, Jack. I can’t take it! They killed Sha’re and Skaara…”

“Shhh, I won’t leave you. I never leave a man behind, especially you, Danny. Never you…”

Over Daniel’s head Jack said a grateful prayer to the real deity out there. He didn’t know how they got home in one piece, but now that they were no one was separating them. He tilted Daniel’s wet face up and kissed those sweet lips before driving off into the sunset.