Lost and Broken
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Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,630
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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Lost and Broken
Daniel walked up the stairs to his apartment, grumbling quietly. “Stupid Jack. Just because I got a little beat up, he treats me like I’m helpless.” A hand reached out to clamp over his mouth while a second locked around his wrist, dragging him roughly against a hard body.
“Are you sure you aren’t?” a gruff voice growled in his ear. Daniel started struggling, but the man shoved him against a wall. His already concussed head connected painfully, stunning him briefly. The body pinned him against the wall. His eyes widened when the hand on his wrist began wandering. The hand plucked at his nipples through his shirt before diving into the front of his pant. Daniel struggled even harder, then the hand disappeared and a cold circle of metal pressed against his neck. “Stop moving.” Daniel froze. “Good. Now, you’ll be still for me, won’t you?” It wasn’t a question, but Daniel nodded anyway. The gun was removed. “Relax and this might not hurt. And if you’re quiet, I’ll take my hand away.”
Both hands started wandering over his body. Daniel’s eyes squeezed shut when one of the hands groped his crotch. “P…Please stop,” he whispered. The voice laughed and replied, “No. In fact, I think you want this. I think you want this with Jack. Am I right? I want you to call me Jack. Tell me you want this.” Daniel hook his head frantically. The gun reappeared. “Tell me. Call me Jack.”
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears. “I… I want this. Please… Jack.” A groan sounded from the man’ throat and a hardness was thrust against his ass. Daniel’s pants were ripped down. He tried to yell, scream, anything, but nothing came out. Without any warning, the man pushed into Daniel’s body, roughly exploring with his fingers.
“Say it again.”
“I want this. Please Jack.” Tears began to pour down his face.
“Again.”
“Please Ja-ack!” Daniel’s voice cracked as the man found his prostate. His cock started to fill despite Daniel fighting the stimulation. A chuckle sounded beside his ear.
“Well, seems like you’re interested now. Does Jack do this with you? Can he get the same response? Call me Jack again.”
“Why?”
“Because, he’ the one who apparently thinks you’re helpless. I’m just proving him right.” The man pressed firmly on his prostate, causing Daniel to yelp and groan. “Now, call me Jack.”
“P…Please Jack.” The man slammed into him and he whined in his throat. “Please Jack.” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pleasure filling him as the man continued to pound into him. A hand began to pull at his erection and he couldn’t resist it anymore. His climax ripped out of him onto the hand holding him. A few more thrusts and the man pulsed inside him. As Daniel slumped to the ground, a used condom landed beside him.
“Get rid of that for me, would you? Now, say ‘Thank you Jack.’” Daniel numbly replied, “Thank you, Jack.”
Daniel pulled up his pant and made his way into his apartment. He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. A voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Jack?” he whispered.
“Daniel? What’s the matter?” Concern filled the voice of his best friend and secret love.
“Jack… I… I need some help. It… It hurts so bad.” There was a pause, then Jack’s panicked voice came back.
“Daniel? I’ll be over there in a few minutes. Just stay on the phone and keep talking…” Daniel, without really thinking abut it, hung up. He sat there, just staring. He didn’t even move when his door opened, admitting Jack.
“Are you sure you aren’t?” a gruff voice growled in his ear. Daniel started struggling, but the man shoved him against a wall. His already concussed head connected painfully, stunning him briefly. The body pinned him against the wall. His eyes widened when the hand on his wrist began wandering. The hand plucked at his nipples through his shirt before diving into the front of his pant. Daniel struggled even harder, then the hand disappeared and a cold circle of metal pressed against his neck. “Stop moving.” Daniel froze. “Good. Now, you’ll be still for me, won’t you?” It wasn’t a question, but Daniel nodded anyway. The gun was removed. “Relax and this might not hurt. And if you’re quiet, I’ll take my hand away.”
Both hands started wandering over his body. Daniel’s eyes squeezed shut when one of the hands groped his crotch. “P…Please stop,” he whispered. The voice laughed and replied, “No. In fact, I think you want this. I think you want this with Jack. Am I right? I want you to call me Jack. Tell me you want this.” Daniel hook his head frantically. The gun reappeared. “Tell me. Call me Jack.”
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears. “I… I want this. Please… Jack.” A groan sounded from the man’ throat and a hardness was thrust against his ass. Daniel’s pants were ripped down. He tried to yell, scream, anything, but nothing came out. Without any warning, the man pushed into Daniel’s body, roughly exploring with his fingers.
“Say it again.”
“I want this. Please Jack.” Tears began to pour down his face.
“Again.”
“Please Ja-ack!” Daniel’s voice cracked as the man found his prostate. His cock started to fill despite Daniel fighting the stimulation. A chuckle sounded beside his ear.
“Well, seems like you’re interested now. Does Jack do this with you? Can he get the same response? Call me Jack again.”
“Why?”
“Because, he’ the one who apparently thinks you’re helpless. I’m just proving him right.” The man pressed firmly on his prostate, causing Daniel to yelp and groan. “Now, call me Jack.”
“P…Please Jack.” The man slammed into him and he whined in his throat. “Please Jack.” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pleasure filling him as the man continued to pound into him. A hand began to pull at his erection and he couldn’t resist it anymore. His climax ripped out of him onto the hand holding him. A few more thrusts and the man pulsed inside him. As Daniel slumped to the ground, a used condom landed beside him.
“Get rid of that for me, would you? Now, say ‘Thank you Jack.’” Daniel numbly replied, “Thank you, Jack.”
Daniel pulled up his pant and made his way into his apartment. He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. A voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Jack?” he whispered.
“Daniel? What’s the matter?” Concern filled the voice of his best friend and secret love.
“Jack… I… I need some help. It… It hurts so bad.” There was a pause, then Jack’s panicked voice came back.
“Daniel? I’ll be over there in a few minutes. Just stay on the phone and keep talking…” Daniel, without really thinking abut it, hung up. He sat there, just staring. He didn’t even move when his door opened, admitting Jack.