Torchwood IMs: .... Something New

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Title: ... Something New
Chapter: 39
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Ianto is caged by Jack. Use your imaginations, people!




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Ianto had lied. He wasn’t naked at all. He was the least naked Jack had ever seen him.

His woollen double-breasted coat was buttoned up to his chin. His leather gloves were pulled snugly over his hands, which in turn were folded crossly over his chest. Ianto wasn’t naked, a voice in Jack’s head whined. And it didn’t look like he was going to be any more naked at any time soon.

Jack couldn’t deny the sight of him, of Ianto, adopting the strongest stance he could – legs firmly apart, squared with his shoulders and arms folded – but knowing he was helpless and trapped inside Jack’s 6-foot-by-four cage was a turn-on. The light of his iPhone could just about be seen, glowing as it was clutched too tightly in a tense hand. Jack looked him up and down pointedly, then placed the Archive safe box he’d brought with him on the floor. It was close enough to the cage that Jack could reach it without having to wander, but not so close Ianto would be able to touch.

Uncertain, Jack tried to gauge the situation. He was definitely angry, there was no doubt about that. As Jack neared the bars that held Ianto captive, those pale blue eyes pointedly flicked towards the jet with a raised eyebrow. Did Ianto want sex? Could Jack, like so many other times over the last century, possibly fuck himself out of trouble this time?

Ianto was staring him down. Jack wanted to be in control. Usually, Ianto only relinquished control when he wanted to, which made Jack feel like he was never really in charge. Sex was, usually, on Ianto’s terms – though no one else would really guess otherwise. Jack was only beginning to realise it himself, and decided that things were going to have to change. He liked being around Ianto’s little finger, but sometimes he’d like to believe that Ianto was around his.

They stood in silence. Eventually, to Jack’s relief, Ianto gave in.

“Let me out, Jack.” He demanded.

“No.”

“Let. Me. Out. NOW.”

Jack indulged in a short laugh. “For once, you have to do what I want to get what you want.”

“From what I can remember, that’s all our relationship was to start with.” Ianto replied. His eyes were still cold. He moved to thread his arms through the bars and lean them on the horizontal dividers that ran at chest height and knee height around the cage.

Jack took a couple of seconds to recover from that little blow. Ianto had made no secret of that fact, especially during the arguments and screaming rows they’d had during the four week suspension after Lisa’s final death. Jack had used him. Well ... thought he had. As far as Jack was concerned, he’d used Ianto to get what he wanted. Sex.

Ianto waited for Jack to reply, and when none came he lowered his eyes to the Archive container by the Captain’s feet. He read the number on the side and instantly knew what it contained. He might have been beyond pissed off, but the thought of getting what was in there out right now, at this very moment, excited him. He felt himself smirk before he could control his features. He raised his eyes to Jack, letting a wicked smile touch his lips. In that container were the things he and Jack didn’t want anyone to find. Stuff they couldn’t keep under the bed or in a drawer. Their personal things. Their secrets. Their ... favourite toys. And Ianto had a pretty good idea which one they would be playing with today. After all, Jack’s inflatable dildo had yet to be properly christened.

“Catch.” Called Ianto, throwing his iPhone to Jack, who caught it and put it on a nearby metal table. If Jack hadn’t got the message yet, Ianto taking his coat off might just bring it home.

“Leave that on.” Commanded Jack. Ianto paused, then started fastening the buttons again. “I’ll tell you when you can take you clothes off.”

Ianto nodded, wrapping his gloved fingers around the bars and pushing his face a little way between them and pouting. Jack laughed at Ianto’s prisoner act, slipping his braces off his shoulders and keying in the access code for the Archive container.

“Look at this.” Said Jack, pulling out a small-ish black dildo with a tube and hand-pump attached to the base. It wasn’t what Ianto had been expecting, really. He’d been expecting something quite flimsy – like the plastic blow-up dolls were made from. This toy was made of some kind of stretchy latex, seamless and very definitely solid, even without being inflated.

“I’m looking.” Said Ianto, trying to stay bland. He could already see the bulge in Jack’s trousers, and his own erection was quickly growing.

“Get out your stopwatch.” Ordered Jack.

Ianto stepped back from the bars, standing in the middle of the cage. His eyes never left Jack’s as he used his teeth to free his leather gloves from his hands or nimble fingers undid coat buttons and slipped inside the jacket below to retrieve the stopwatch. He was ordered to fasten up again, and did so quickly. He took extra long over putting the gloves back on, though, allowing Jack to watch his long fingers disappear into the expensive material. Ianto flexed his fingers and waited.

Jack moved to stand directly in front of the cage, holding the black latex dildo at eye-level. He beckoned Ianto closer and touched his face with the head of it, relishing in his natural reaction to part his lips and flick out a little pink tongue. Jack pushed the tip of the dildo into Ianto’s mouth, watching was Ianto licked at the tip and looked him in the eye.

“Give me the stopwatch.” Said Jack, taking the toy away from Ianto’s mouth. Ianto handed him the silver timepiece. “Hold your breath.” Jack commanded. Ianto inhaled deeply, and Jack squeezed his nose to make sure he didn’t cheat. The watch ticked away, counting the seconds. Just over a minute and ten. Jack clicked the button on the top. “On your knees.” He ordered.

“No.” Said Ianto, deciding to be playfully difficult. Jack liked it when he was insolent.

A rough hand forced him down, and he gasped a little as his knees hit the floor. He curled his fingers around the bars, looking up at Jack with feigned indignation. Jack lowered himself to Ianto’s level, resting on his haunches. He stroked his cheeks with the latex cock with each word: “Insolence. Is. Punished.”

Ianto lowered his eyes, then let his mouth fall open low enough for Jack to see his tongue slowly licking his top lip. Strong fingers curled around Ianto’s wrist, and he found himself nearly dragged sideways. Jack forced him to hold the bars, on his knees with his arms spread wide and stretching nearly further than he could reach. His body was pressed almost painfully up against the metal poles in front of him as he knelt as upright as he could so that he could stretch far enough.

Jack stood back and admired the sight of Ianto, on his knees and arms outstretched, looking wonderfully indignant with his perfect coat and his perfect hair and his perfect face. He moved back in front of him, standing with his crotch right near Ianto’s face, and looked down at him.

“Don’t let go of the bars.” He warned, touching the dildo to Ianto’s lips. They parted, and he slipped a little of the toy in. He raised the stopwatch to his own eye level. “We’ll try ... forty seconds?” he suggested, removing the black latex from Ianto’s mouth so that he could take a breath. Then he slid it in, all the way, clicking the stopwatch as he did so.

Jack stepped back again, taking a mental photograph of Ianto kneeling inside the cage with the smooth, black dildo all the way down his throat, as deep as it would go. As the thirty second mark neared, Jack stood close to the bars and touched his crotch to the base of the toy, imagining it as an extension of himself. He put a hand on Ianto’s head and stroked his hair, watching his eyes close in appreciation of contact. Then he pulled hard, removing the dildo at the same time and relishing in Ianto’s gasps for air.

“Forty seconds. Well done. Do you think you can go longer?” Jack asked. Ianto didn’t let go of the bars as he caught his breath, nodding. “How much longer?”

“We’ll try fifty ....” panted Ianto.

“We’ll try fifty ... what?”

“Seconds.”

“Seconds ... what?”

“We’ll try fifty seconds, sir.” Said Ianto, smiling at Jack for a second as a moment of affection passed between them. Then he was back to being “Indignant Pet”. He was good at that.

Ianto took his deep breath, and the latex cock was slid back home. Jack stayed where he was, standing over Ianto, counting seconds on the stopwatch. This time, at the thirty second mark, Jack ran his fingers down the tube that came out of the base of the dong and palmed the hand pump. He had a moment of eye-contact with Ianto, okaying the action, and then squeezed a small amount of air into it. Ianto made a noise in his throat, closing his eyes and tipping his head back further. Jack had fantasized about this for weeks, but nothing compared to the actual sight of his 25 year old lover knelt before him, willing to do anything to give him pleasure.

Jack pulled the dildo out as slowly as he dared, not wanting Ianto to feel dizzy with oxygen deprivation. He raised it high and looked at it over-dramatically. “Hmmmmm.” He said, with mock thought. “I don’t think it’s even as big as me yet. Is it?” Jack held it in front of Ianto’s eyes for his appraisal.

“No sir. It certainly didn’t feel as big as you.”

Jack chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Do you feel like playing with fire, Ianto?” asked Jack.

“I’ll play with anything you want me to, sir.” Shot back Ianto.

Jack sat on the floor, one knee bent with an elbow rested on it. He curled a finger under Ianto’s chin and pulled him closer to kiss him. “Without the stopwatch, this time.” He said. “I’ll press the pump one and a half times. It should then only go a little bit bigger than me. When you need me to take it out, you tap the bars twice.”

Ianto nodded without much thought. His arms were aching, burning nearly unbearably now. He was approaching the pain barrier, and oxygen deprivation wasn’t helping at the moment. Jack would make it better though. He’d teach him how to forget the pain.

Staying on the floor by Ianto this time, Jack spread a little lube onto the smooth, black surface. He decided not to tell Ianto the lubricant was strawberry ice cream flavoured until it was in his mouth. Ianto breathed deep, parted his lips and felt the cold lube and hard dildo slide down into his neck. He felt it grow. It was about the size of Jack’s cock – and Jack’s cock lacked nothing in length or girth – and Jack’s cock was the biggest thing Ianto had ever taken in any of his orifices. He kept totally relaxed, helped by the fact Jack was now kissing his neck, forcing him to raise his head higher. The hot lips on his flesh distracted from the pain in his arms and his straining cock reacted to the knowledge that the large, hard dildo in his throat was going to get bigger.

It grew only slightly, but Ianto felt it. Jack was kissing his cheeks now, slipping his tongue a little way past Ianto’s lips as he did so. Ianto could feel light-headedness coming, and any moment his lungs would start to convulse in search of air. He tapped the bars twice, and Jack slowly removed the blockage with relish.

“You can put your arms down now.” Said Jack with a smile. “Well?”

They dropped the little act for a second, becoming lovers again.

“It was very ... strawberry-sh.” Said Ianto, massaging a shoulder and licking his lips. “It was strange too. Normally, what gets held in my throat is ... hot ... but that was cold.”

Jack smiled. “Take everything off except your gloves, shirt, tie and waistcoat.” He said, returning to the act. Ianto teased him while carrying out the instructions, being meticulous about everything, folding the garments and hanging them over the horizontal divides in the vertical bars. Jack had gone back to the box, pretending to ignore him. When he turned back, he had a pair of fabric scissors in his hands.

“Oh no!” whispered Ianto. “No ... Jack ... please don’t cut my clothes!” he backed to the other side of the cage, everything naked except his torso and hands. He’d removed his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. He knew Jack liked him like that.

“Just a little off the bottom of that shirt.” Said Jack. “So it doesn’t get in the way.” He snapped the scissors open and closed emphatically.

Shirts come and go, decided Ianto. He moved forward, and annoyedly turned on the spot as Jack cut away a strip off the end of his shirt. All his clothing stopped at the bottom of his waistcoat now. He turned back to the bars to face Jack, holding onto the metal rods in his best prisoner impression. Jack pulled at a couple of frays in the cut away strip, then tossed it aside. It landed under the wing of the Bloody Jet.

“Turn around.”

Ianto did as he was told, and felt soft bondage rope being tied around his ankle and the bar behind. Jack lifted his other foot with his hand, spreading Ianto’s legs wide and tying the other ankle to another bar.

His knees were bound next, to bars closer together, but it forced Ianto to lean forward a little to keep his balance as he was pulled flush against the bars by tight knots. Jack circled round to the back of the cage, picking up some more of the soft red bondage rope from the Archive container as he went. Ianto wouldn’t be able to balance and was depending on the knots around his knees and ankles to stay upright. It must ache, Jack mused.

Jack used the second length of rope to reach through the bars as Ianto reached out to him and had his wrists tied together. Jack left a loose length leading from the middle of Ianto’s bound hands and looped it round one of the lower horizontal divides, pulling it so that he had to bend right the way forward.

“Lean back against the bars behind you.” Advised Jack, and Ianto did, regaining his balance and finding it easier to stand. As Ianto pushed back, Jack pulled the rope from his hands to the bars taught. Finally, he went back behind Ianto’s beautiful arse and, now that the rest of his limbs were in place, knew it was time to tie this thighs. He did it slowly, letting Ianto feel every fibre as it pressed into his sensitive flesh. Ianto wouldn’t be able to move bound like this. Both Jack and Ianto were excited by that.

Jack pressed himself right up against Ianto’s naked lower half as he reached through the bars for the back of his collar. He managed to swivel the tie round, grasping the knot and then the length of silk extending from it. He loosened it a little, then pulled the longer length taught, bringing Ianto’s head back with it.

“What’s this?” demanded Jack.

“My ... my leash ... sir ...” gasped Ianto.

Jack let go. He’d hoped he’d have to re-teach that lesson, but apparently not. He lubed up his fingers, and, without giving Ianto any signal, pushed them deep into his tight hole. Ianto moaned, and the bars vibrated as his natural reaction to buck slightly was stemmed by his bondage.

Jack was pouring ice cold lube onto the small of Ianto’s back and letting it trickle down to where Jack’s fingers held his opening wide and ready. Some of it was caught in his palm, and it stretched Ianto further when he tipped his hand up to let it slide inside him.

“I’m letting the air out of the dildo. You’re going to have to start from the beginning.” Purred Jack as a hiss of air escaped the hard, black latex. Ianto felt the cold breeze from it on the back of his thigh and moaned in desperation. He was really needing to be fucked some time soon.

Jack didn’t bother teasing him. He pressed the head of the toy into Ianto’s tight ring of muscle and it slid in easily and in one push. It wasn’t very big.

“How big does it feel inside you, Ianto?” asked Jack.

“Not very. I think it will need to be made bigger, sir.”

“Can you feel every inch of it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Does it stretch you?”

“No, sir.”

“Do you want it to?”

“Very much, sir.”

Jack chuckled, touching the bulge in his own trousers. He loosened his fly and fastenings a little to give himself more room. Lord knows he needed it.

He put a hand on Ianto’s back, and pressed the hand-pump down a few times, slowly. Ianto moaned quietly as he was filled.

“How big is it now?”

“It’s getting ... it’s getting big, sir.”

“How big? Bigger than me?”

“A little bigger than you, sir.”

“Do you prefer me or the dildo, Ianto?”

“Right now I prefer the dildo, sir.”

“Why?”

“Because it is the dildo that is inside me, not you, sir.”

Jack rewarded him with a gentle, circular massage with his hand on Ianto’s back. That was quite a good answer, he decided. “Does it stretch you enough?” he asked.

“Not yet, sir.” Moaned Ianto as he felt Jack move the latex dick inside him.

“I know how big it goes. I know you won’t be able to take it all.”

“We’ll see, sir.”

Chuckling a little, he decided not to tell Ianto that even he himself probably wouldn’t be able to take the full size of this thing. It started out quite small, but it was the biggest dildo he’d ever owned. He pressed the hand pump three more times, listening to Ianto moan and curse in pleasure. Jack held the base of the toy as he saw it slipping out a little, pushing it back in and being rewarded with more groans.

It was bigger than any human penis now, but not so big Ianto couldn’t take it. Jack wondered for a couple of seconds how Ianto would take double penetration, but was brought back to earth by the indignant moans of the bound man in front of him.

“Bigger?” asked Jack.

“Bigger, sir.” Replied Ianto.

“Have you felt any burn yet?”

“A little, sir. But it went.”

Jack only pumped half a volume into the dildo this time. He needed to be careful now. He knew his own, experienced limits, and Ianto would be approaching that soon. He doubted Ianto should get that far. He’d never been stretched in this manner before.

“That’s as big as it’s going.” Lied Jack.

“Liar ...” muttered Ianto, but understood it was for his own benefit. He felt a vibration go through the cock in his arse as Jack’s hand touched it, and he moaned as his sweet-spot melted a little.

“I’ll fuck you with it gently.” Said Jack.

“That’s all I want, sir.” Whimpered Ianto.

The teasing and the growing and the fucking were too much for Ianto, and it only took seven or so gentle thrusts to make him come. Jack had crouched behind him, looking between the bars and Ianto’s spread legs to see his face as he came. Ianto opened his eyes and saw him as cum showered between them.

Ianto moaned and hissed as the dildo – now feeling far too big and alien – was deflated and pulled out. Jack made as if to start working on the knots, but Ianto spoke.

“Jack? What about you?”

“I can finish myself. I’ve done all I wanted.”

“Fuck me.” Said Ianto.

“You sure? You won’t be able to enjoy it yet.”

“Fuck me.” He repeated.

Jack didn’t need telling again. He pulled himself out, grabbed hold of the bars and pushed himself into Ianto. He felt looser, obviously, but just being inside Ianto, as Ianto was in bondage and trapped inside a cage, made him come faster than he’d have wanted. Ianto sighed with satisfaction as he heard Jack shout his name and felt hot spurts inside him.

Too jellied to be bothered with knots, Jack took out a knife that couldn’t cut flesh and slashed the bonds. He opened the cage, scanning his DNA into a concealed panel, and sat on the floor, pulling Ianto into his lap. Ianto pulled his gloves off and touched his face, smiling. They kissed and clung to each other for a while, but eventually, the happy moments had to end.

“Now.” Said Ianto. “About this Bloody Jet ...”










FIN




There you go. I promised, didn't I?


This was for everyone who asked for it, but especially unrequited1984 and goddess_ophelia.


Sweet dreams people!!!


N/B: I've been meaning to rec this journal for some time now!! nikki4noo is doing an amazing picspam meta, giving an in-depth look at how Ianto looks at Jack. Previously, they've done a "How Jack looks at Ianto" series too. It's really interesting to read, and very insightful, I've found.











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