Fic- Gagged

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Gagged
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - sex, d/s, gags
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Jack helps Ianto over one of his fears.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!


Ianto went about his jobs in Jack’s quarters with a spring in his step. He’d taken responsibility for making sure their private play chest was  fully stocked at all times. If it was left up to Jack, they’d constantly be running out of lube or wipes.

He opened the chest and rolled his eyes. Jack had been in it, having a rummage and he’d left it an absolute mess. Toys stuffed in and flung about. He sighed and started to start through it.

A few minutes later, he stopped. Wrapped together in a bundle were gags: a ring gag, a ball gag, a wiffle gag, a bit gag and a penis gag. Ianto shuddered and hastily stuffed them back in.

“Hey,” said Jack, making his way down the ladder. “Stocking up?”

Ianto slammed the lid shut and stood up. “You’ve left this box in an absolute tip, Jack.”

Jack bit his lip. “Sorry.” He grinned. “Does this mean I’m in trouble?”

Ianto thrust the bag of supplies he’d bought at Jack. “No. It means you can bloody sort it out yourself for a change.”

He didn’t look at Jack, just climbed the ladder and got the hell away from Jack.

Throughout the rest of the day, he could feel Jack watching him. He hated the probing way Jack looked at him, like he could see right inside him. Ianto just wanted to hide. He knew that sooner or later Jack would ask him about that. He didn’t want to be asked. He didn’t want to have the discussion.

The end of the day came. Ianto kept his head down. Maybe if he was quiet, he could just go home and get away without even being asked about it.

Ianto made his way up to the tourist office to get his coat on. He could sneak out that way. He entered the room and stopped. Jack was standing by the door. He fixed Ianto with a look.

“I think we need to talk.”

Ianto looked away. “I’m not in the mood. Please, Jack, let’s just leave it.”

“No, there’s something bothering you. You’ve been shaking all day.”

Ianto shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Jack strode forward and slid his hand into Ianto’s. His grip was firm and warm. “Come on. No pressure. We’re just going to talk.”

Ianto gave in. He let Jack tug him back downstairs and to Jack’s room. He sat Ianto on the bed and looked at him.

“So? What’s going on, Ianto?”

Ianto looked away. “It’s stupid.”

“It can’t be if it’s worrying you like this. Come on. Tell me.”

Ianto chewed on his lip. “I saw those … gags you’ve got in the box.”

“You don’t like gags, I know that.”

“Yeah, but … you’ve got them in there so you must like them.”

“I’ve got a lot of toys in there we haven’t used.”

“Yeah, but … do you want me to?”

“Ianto, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. That’s the most important thing, that neither of us does anything we don’t want to.”

“But what if … I want to be able to do it.”

Jack frowned. “What do you mean?”

Ianto clenched his hands. “I don’t want to be scared. I want to be … okay with it.” He glanced up at Jack and found he was watching him carefully, studying him in that probing way.

“Tell me what you want, Ianto. Ask me for exactly what you want.”

Ianto swallowed hard and met Jack’s eyes. “I want you to help me not be scared of gags.”

Jack just looked at him for a moment, his eyes soft but searching, then he smiled. “Okay. I will. I’ll go slowly, there’s no rush and if you want to stop at any time, we will. Use your safeword.”

“What if I’m … erm what if I can’t speak?”

Jack smiled gently and put a large hand on his thigh. “Either three grunts or three taps.”

Ianto nodded. “Shall we get started then?” His hand moved to his tie.

Jack stood up. “Hang on. Not so fast. First, we have some cleaning up to do.”

“Cleaning up?”

“Yes, we’re going back upstairs. You’re going to do as you’re told and you will not speak. I want those lips together.”

Ianto was confused but Jack took him back upstairs and got him working on tidying up. Jack watched him closely to make sure he kept his lips tightly pressed together. Ianto was surprised to find himself getting hard during this. There was something erotic about Jack watching him so closely, controlling what he was allowed to do with his lips.

Ianto straightened up from emptying his last bin and glanced at Jack. What we he actually do if Ianto opened his mouth?

Jack watched him carefully. Ianto opened his mouth.

Immediately, Jack strode over. He reached around, gave Ianto a sharp smack on the bottom, then placed a finger over Ianto’s lips. Ianto was surprised to find his cock throbbing in his pants.

“Lips closed, I said, boy.”

Ianto lowered his eyes in submission.

Jack kissed his closed lips. “That’s it, good boy.” He took a step back and glanced around the room. “I think we’re finished here. My office and you’ll get your reward.”

Jack’s arm slid around his waist and led him to the office. Ianto felt his tummy tumbling. He was nervous, scared and turned on. It felt odd not to talk to Jack. Even when he was being submissive, he at least said ‘yes, sir’. This was odd.

But Jack’s hands were on him, rubbing his hips, bending him over the desk and Ianto settled into the strange feeling of having to have his mouth closed.

Jack eased his pants down and Ianto whimpered behind his lips as he was exposed to Jack. Jack chuckled.

“Who knew cleaning would turn you on so much.”

Ianto rolled his hips. He wanted to shout at Jack to get on with it but he had to keep his lips together. He shuddered with pleasure as he felt Jack’s slicked finger slip into that hot space between his buttocks. He wanted to cry out with please but he had to keep his lips closed. God this took willpower. It’d be easier if he was gagged.

He wriggled as Jack brushed his wet finger over his hole, then pushed inside. Ianto pushed back onto the finger and whimpered as another one was added.

Jack placed his other hand on Ianto’s hip and rubbed gently as he added a third finger and scissored them. Ianto couldn’t help himself. He gasped.

Immediately, Jack held his fingers still. His hand left Ianto’s hip and reached up to Ianto’s mouth. Two fingers pressed themselves to Ianto’s lips, then inside.

“You suck on those, let it keep you quiet.”

Ianto found himself eagerly sucking on Jack’s fingers, letting them gag him as Jack finger fucked his hole. He whimpered around Jack’s fingers. There was a pause then Jack’s cock brushed his hole. Ianto held his breath and Jack’s cock slid all the way inside, filling him up. He loved this feeling and now it wasn’t just Jack’s cock filling him up. It was his fingers too. Ianto was being gagged by Jack’s fingers and he was loving it.

Jack immediately began to fuck him hard, steadying him with a firm hand on his hip. Ianto gave himself up to the feelings, the feelings of being caught, of being helpless and under Jack’s control. Jack was gagging him and it was okay.

He closed his eyes and Jack fucked him so hard and so fast. Ianto came with a muffled cry, clenching hard around Jack and sucking on his fingers. Jack grunted and came, filling Ianto up with his heat.

Ianto sagged and found himself being gathered up by Jack’s strong arms. His mouth was free again and he rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder and grinned. He was okay.

Jack held him tight. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Well done.”

Ianto felt his insides warm with pride and he sighed with contentment. “Thank you.”

Jack took his head. “That’s step one. Come on. Let’s get clean and go to bed. We can do step two tomorrow.”

Ianto couldn’t move. His arms were trapped behind his back and his world was dark. The panic bit at him and there was nowhere to go. His eyes were wide behind his blindfold. He wanted to run but he couldn’t move. He wanted to scream but his mouth was restricted. The cloth gag cut into his cheeks and he whimpered behind the gag.

“Quiet!” a harsh voice barked at him and he was kicked hard in the side. He struggled and was pounced on. He tried to cry out and get away. He was grabbed, thumped and a hood was pulled over his head.

Ianto woke with a start, sweating running down his back and his hand flying up to his mouth. He breathed out. His mouth was free. He was safe, in Jack’s bed. He was okay.

Jack’s hand reached out and stroked his bare back. “Okay?”

Ianto nodded. He rubbed his hands over his face, wiping away the tears. He recovered his breathing, then lay down and found himself tugged into Jack’s embrace. Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s smooth chest. Jack ran his fingers through Ianto’s hair. Ianto breathed slowly and carefully, finding comfort in Jack’s closeness.

“You don’t have to do this, you know. Everybody has limits,” Jack whispered.

Ianto turned his head to look up at Jack. “No, I want to. It … I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want to be able to not panic if … if it happens again.”

Jack rubbed his back. “Anytime, you want to back out, you just tell me. I won’t think any less of you.”

Ianto frowned a bit as he thought. “I know,” he said. “I want to do this. When is step two?”

“Tomorrow.” Jack kissed the top of Ianto’s head. “No rush.”

Ianto was woken in the morning by Jack kissing him. Ianto reached up and put his arms around Jack’s neck, feeling the heat of him and the strength and the tenderness in his kiss.

“Wakey, wakey,” Jack murmured against his lips. “Step two?”

Ianto took a deep breath. “Yeah, guess so.”

Jack pulled away. Ianto sat up and watched Jack as he opened the play chest. Ianto felt his breathing begin to quicken as Jack picked up the wiffle gag and returned to the bed. He handed to Ianto and let him look and touch. It was a small ball with holes in it, attached to a leather harness which would tie at the back of the head.

“See the holes?”

Ianto nodded.

“They’ll make it so you can breathe easily through the gag. What do you think?”

Ianto swallowed. “It looks … scary.”

Jack smiled. “Yeah. We’re going to work up to you wearing that, okay?”

Ianto breathed out. He wouldn’t have to wear it yet. Jack shuffled over to him and sat beside him.

“What’s step two then?” Ianto asked as he felt one of Jack’s hands settle on the small of his back and the other come to rest high up on his thigh. Jack stroked him gently and Ianto felt his cock begin to stir at Jack’s close presence and soft touch.

“I want you to hold the gag to your mouth whilst I bring you off.”

Ianto smiled a little. “Does that mean I get a hand job?”

Jack grinned. “Yep, as long as you’re holding the gag to your mouth.”

Ianto wriggled. Jack was trailing one finger up and down his cock and he was getting harder with each movement. “So I have to keep the gag to my mouth to keep your hand on me?”

Jack increased the pressure on Ianto’s back. “Yes.”

Ianto took deep, slow breaths, focusing on Jack’s hands on him. He brought the gag to his mouth and held it there. Jack wrapped his hand around Ianto’s cock and moved in slow, sure strokes. Ianto squeezed his eyes shut. He felt the panic rising up in his throat. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t.

Jack pressed his lips to Ianto’s bare shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m right here.” He began to move his hand faster up and down Ianto’s cock.

Ianto turned his head and rested his forehead against Jack’s. He opened his eyes and looked at Jack. Jack met his eyes, softness and compassion there and he clung onto that. He was okay. Jack had him, it was okay.

He held the gag to his mouth as Jack brought him off. He moaned into the gag and felt himself spill over Jack’s hand. He kept his eyes on Jack.

Jack rubbed his back. “Well done, my boy,” he whispered.

Ianto kissed the gag, then took it from his mouth.

Jack kissed him. “Feeling okay?”

Ianto leaned into Jack, feeling cradled by his warmth. “Yeah, I feel good.”

Over the next week, they repeated the exercise. Ianto held the gag to his mouth and Jack brought him off, either with his hand or with his mouth or with his own body hot and hard against Ianto. Ianto got used to the feeling of the gag on his mouth. It was getting less scary.

“I’m so proud of you, Ianto,” Jack said.

It was late evening. The others had gone home and Ianto had joined Jack in his office for a last cup of coffee.

Ianto wriggled a little on his chair. It made him feel funny and warm when Jack praised him. Jack settled his hand on Ianto’s thigh.

“I want to do a full scene tonight, Ianto. Do you think you’re up to it?”

Ianto nodded. “I’ll try.”

Jack grinned at him. “Good. Finish that coffee and we’ll get started.”

Ianto drained his coffee cup, hoping it would drown the butterflies in his stomach. No such luck. They fluttered more than ever.

Jack straightened and Ianto could see his Dom side taking over. “At attention!” he barked.

Immediately, Ianto stood straight and alert. Jack stood and began to examine him with his eyes. Under Jack’s intimate gaze, Ianto felt himself sinking into his submissive state.

Jack gave him an approving smile. “Good. That’s good.” He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the wiffle gag.

Ianto tensed. Jack put a firm hand on his tummy. “No, don’t do that. Don’t tense up. I need you to breathe, okay?”

Ianto nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He tried to breathe slowly and evenly.

Jack kissed him softly on the mouth. “You can do this. You’re my boy and I have faith in you.”

Ianto breathed steadily. He appreciated Jack using that word, their safe word. It reminded him he was safe.

Jack straightened again, his manner stern. “You are going to obey my orders, aren’t you, boy? Every single one.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll obey you, Sir.”

“Good. On your knees.”

Ianto sank to his knees, back straight, thighs apart, eyes down. He knew how to do this, how to be submissive. That was all he had to do, allow the submissive part of him to take over and just trust Jack. He could do this.

Jack came close to him and touched his hair. Ianto breathed in deep through his nose and felt the scent of Jack’s arousal fill him. Jack ran his hands tenderly through Ianto’s hair and brought his head close to his crotch.

Ianto was allowed to breathe in Jack’s scent for a few moments. He nuzzled into him and felt Jack harden in response.

But then Jack pushed him gently back into position. “Tonight, my boy, you are going to wear this gag for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jack smiled at him and stroked his hair. “When you are wearing the gag, you can moan or whimper if you like and you can hold onto me if you need to. But you will stay submissive. If you need help, let me know. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jack patted his head. “Good boy.” He hooked a finger under Ianto’s chin and lifted his head. “And breathe, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jack raised the gag and put it to his lips. Ianto kept his eyes on Jack and opened his mouth. Jack positioned the gag in his mouth and buckled the leather in place at the back of his neck.

“Comfortable?”

Ianto tried to talk but it came out as a mumble. Jack grinned at him. “Talking doesn’t really work when you’re gagged.” He touched the leather holding the ball in place. “Not too tight?”

Ianto shook his head.

Jack smiled. “Good. Stand up.”

Ianto stood, keeping his head bowed. Jack leaned in and kissed his jaw. “You’re making me proud, my boy.”

Warmth spread through Ianto’s body. His cock was getting hard in his pants and they’d barely started. There was no panic. He was gagged and there was no panic. He just felt hot and submissive.

“You have work to do, boy. There’s trash and dirty cups all over those desks. Get them cleaned up.”

Ianto lowered his eyes and nodded. He made his way through to the main hub, feeling strange being gagged at work, still in his full suit. He realised Jack had followed him and was watching him. Ianto felt safer with Jack watching him, though, he realised he’d felt safe already.

Jack watched every movement as Ianto busied himself around the hub cleaning up. Ianto’s cock was hard in his pants.

After a little while, Jack approached him and took hold of him by the hips. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Ianto met Jack’s eyes. Jack explored him, checking for panic. Ianto forced himself to breathe slowly and deeply through the gag.

“That’s it. Good boy. You’re breathing well.” He stood back. “I want you to strip now.”

Ianto wriggled. Here? Right here in the hub?

Jack folded his arms across his chest and looked sternly at Ianto. “I’m waiting.”

Ianto’s hands flew immediately to his tie and began to undo it. As he removed his tie and his jacket, he began to feel his vulnerability. Jack just watched him, calm and impassive.

Ianto unbuttoned his shirt slowly, feeling his face flush under Jack’s searching gaze. Here he was, stripping naked in the middle of the hub, gagged with a ball strapped to him with leather. Why wasn’t he freaking out? He should be freaking out.

As he left his shirt fell to the floor, he realised his chest was moving too fast. His throat hurt and everything felt too tight. Spots clouded his vision and he could hear his own harsh breathing rattling in his ears.

Suddenly, Jack’s arms were around him, hands brushing his hips and the heat in his body close to his chest.

“Breathe, Ianto,” Jack ordered.

Ianto fixed his gaze on Jack’s eyes and found he was able to take a breath. Jack rubbed his bare arm. “That’s it. Keep breathing. You’re okay.”

Ianto breathed, just breathed.

Jack kissed his cheek, still rubbing his arm. “That’s it. Good boy. Well done.”

Ianto let his head drop onto Jack’s shoulder and Jack just held him for a few moments before speaking.

“Do you want to stop, Ianto? It’s okay by me if you want to stop. Give me your taps if you want to stop.”

Ianto thought about it. He could stop. He could just quit right this moment. Jack wouldn’t think any less of him, he knew that. But Ianto wanted to do this. He wanted to succeed at this. He wanted to conquer this.

He whimpered a bit and Jack hugged him tighter. He stroked Ianto’s back slowly.

“We can play another game if you like.”

Ianto straightened and shook his head. Jack watched him as he pulled back and returned to undressing. Jack smiled at him.

“Good boy,” said Jack as Ianto undid his trousers and slid them down. He toed off his shoes and socks and took his trousers, then his underpants off.

He stood up straight, naked and gagged in front of Jack. His cock stood straight up proudly. Jack grinned at him.

“You look hot, Ianto.”

Ianto flushed with pleasure.

Jack turned on his heel. “Follow me.”

Ianto followed. Jack led him through the office and down to his quarters. Ianto felt safer down here and he relaxed into the feeling of the gag, of being submissive to Jack.

Jack took his hand and encouraged him to lie down on the bed. Ianto lay on his back and watched Jack. Jack was undressing. Ianto watched that gorgeous body being revealed to him. Jack had taken so much time to just take him through his, make him feel comfortable. Ianto was lying here in a gag and he was hard and wanting Jack to fuck him like this.

Naked, Jack lay down beside him and settled his hand between his legs. Ianto’s eyes drifted shut and he moaned in pleasure behind the gag. Jack’s hand moved slowly up and down Ianto’s cock, caressing him to full hardness. Ianto whimpered and arched up into Jack’s touch.

“That’s it,” Jack whispered. “Good boy. I’m going to fuck you like this. You look so hot like this.”

Ianto felt Jack kissing his jaw, then a finger on his lip, caressing his mouth around the gag. Ianto kept his eyes closed and just felt the sensations of Jack touching him and giving him pleasure.

He wriggled and reached out to Jack. He touched his cock, wanting to plead to be fucked but not having the freedom to speak.

Jack chuckled. “You want to be fucked, huh?”

Ianto nodded, frantically. Jack kissed his cheek, then pulled back and reached for the lube. Ianto opened his eyes to watch him.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Ianto drew his knees up and opened his legs wide. Jack settled in between them and spread lube on his fingers. Ianto watched him eagerly as Jack reached for him.

He cried out behind his gag as he felt Jack’s slicked fingers probing gently at his entrance. He whimpered as two fingers pushed inside him. He ground down into the fingers, glad they’d not played with bondage tonight. A gag was enough for Ianto.

“Feeling eager, then?” Jack asked.

Ianto just moaned.

Jack laughed and added another finger. Ianto wriggled. This wanted enough. He wanted Jack’s cock inside him now, right now.

He reached out and tugged on Jack’s arm. Jack grinned at him. “Patience, my gorgeous boy.” He pulled back and slicked up his cock. Ianto loved having that big thick cock inside him.

Jack didn’t waste any time. He settled himself on top of Ianto and guided his cock inside him. Ianto gasped and Jack held still to let them both adjust. Ianto tugged at Jack’s hips. It was strange communicating without words. He was surprised at how easy it was.

Jack began to move and Ianto wrapped his legs tight around Jack, encouraging him. Jack grinned at him and began to move hard and fast into Ianto. Ianto gave himself up to the feelings, letting himself be fucked, helpless and submissive and loving it.

Jack watched him intently and Ianto felt hot inside at the feelings of being watched by Jack, being adored by Jack.

Jack moved hard and fast, then wrapped his hand around Ianto’s cock and wanked him off in time with his unyielding thrusts.

Ianto was astounded by how much noise he was making through the gag. He couldn’t help it. Jack lowered his mouth to Ianto’s, breathing over him and into him. Ianto let his eyes close and gave it up. Jack thrust once more and Ianto came, crying out behind his gag. He wasn’t aware of Jack coming. He floated in a blissful haze and felt Jack cleaning him up.

The gag was unbuckled and slid away and Jack’s mouth met his. Ianto clung to him as he was kissed, just kissed.

When it was over, Jack didn’t go far. He stayed close to Ianto, touching his mouth and gazing at him.

“So hot,” he whispered.

Ianto grinned. “Yeah.” He rested his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Thank you, Jack. I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

Jack kissed him again. “Not frightened anymore then?”

Ianto grinned. “No. not frightened.” He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of Jack stroking his hair.

It was a moment before Jack spoke again. “You were fucking hot like that, Ianto but…”

Ianto opened his eyes to look at Jack. “What?”

Jack grinned. “Well, I missed kissing you.”

Ianto flushed happily. Jack touched his lips once more, then pulled the blankets over them and they went to sleep in each other’s arms.