AN: Okay this is just going to be two chapters. (I think) And not to worry, I am not stopping my other story. This is a smut story anyway; you know to prevent me from turning the Ianto in my other story into a whore. (Not that this Ianto is either.) Also this is my first time to write a POV piece. So tell me if I totally screw it up. One more thing, I would like to thank sein Henker her story "Helping Hand" gave me inspiration for this one.

Disclaimers: I don't own Torchwood.

Warnings: This has a M/M/M relationship in it. As well as some BDSM. Not for children.

Ianto's POV

I will never understand Gwen Cooper's fascination with children's games. It is just like her to suggest we play one and not consider the consequences such a game could have on me.

"Who'd you last snog," she said as everyone sat down to eat in the boardroom. Everyone, including myself let out a groan.

"Come on," Gwen chirped, "just a bit of fun. Look I will go first. Mine was Rhys." Well there's a surprise, I thought bitterly.

"Come on, Tosh who was yours?" Gwen continued despite the fact that no one wanted to play.

Tosh looked around at all of us clearly uncomfortable her eyes stopping on Owen longer than necessary.

Finally she took a deep breathe the blurted out, "Owen."

Owen looked up from his pizza caught my eye and winked ever so slightly before speaking, "Tosh are you sure." I snuck a peek at Jack to see his reaction he just grinned and slightly shook his head. I resisted the urge to cross my arms across my chest and pout like a child. I was certain that if Tosh had said my name instead Jack would have given me a look that promised things to come, but it was to be expected. Owen and he were equals in this little confusing relationship of ours.

"Yes, Christmas eve, I had mistletoe," she confirmed.

"You haven't had a snog since Christmas," Owen said. Tosh shook her head.

"So who was yours," Tosh said casually to Owen.

Owen took a sip of his beer then grinned at Gwen. Her face turned white. "Gwen," he said. I quickly checked Jack's reaction this time. Still no hint of jealousy, I was more than jealous for the both of us. I glared slightly at Owen. He just glared back as if daring me to reveal our secret in front of the girls. I felt Jack's hand move slowly over my thigh and I replaced my usual non- caring mask I wore in front of Tosh and Gwen.

"Jack?" Owen asked. Jack's hand brushed over my groin and he lightly squeezed. I tried not to squirm.

"Are we counting non-human life forms," Jack said deflecting the question. Everyone laughed.

"So what about you Ianto," Gwen said.

I stared up at her praying she couldn't tell what Jack was doing to me under the table. "Melissa, my girlfriend from University," I answered her. It was the truth. Yesterday was Thursday one of my free nights. I night I can do what I want, to an extent. I had bumped in to Melissa at a pub gotten a little drunk and snogged her senseless outside the gents.

"Tell me you have snogged someone since University," Gwen teased.

"No saw her last night actually," I said trying to avoid Owen's glare. Jack moved his hand to my thigh and squeezed it tight. It took all my self-control not to yell out. Yep I was in trouble.

TW-TW-TW

I was tempted to make a run for it after dinner, but I knew that would only make my fate worse. I know what you must be thinking. Just lie and say it was a cover story. I would but Jack would be able to tell then he would strap me to his fancy alien lie detector and my fate would again be much worse.

I sighed heavily as I watched Tosh retreat out the tourist centers door. I sat down and tried to mentally prepare myself for what I knew was going to be a long night.

Suddenly I heard the crack of my communications unit coming on. "Now," was the only word Jack said, but I understood perfectly what he wanted.

I made my way down to the hub in the oversized elevator. I willed it to move at a slower pace. It didn't. Soon a slight ping announced my arrival. I walked slowly to the cog door and pressed the button to open it. Jack and Owen stood on the other side of the door both standing in their dominate poses. I walked a few paces into the hub then fell to my knees into a submissive pose, knowing good and well it wouldn't make it easier on me but trying none the less.

I heard one of them walk closer to me, it was Owen, I could tell by the smell of his aftershave. He knelt in front of me and gently lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes.

"Was that a true story?" he asked calmly.

I knew I should behave, but something about Owen always made me spit out backtalk before I could stop myself. Plus I am pretty sure he loves my backtalk.

"The one about you and Gwen, or the one about you and Tosh," I said with defiance.

Owen slapped me hard across the face. Surprisingly I was able to keep my balance; unsurprisingly I could practically feel the red mark forming on my cheek.

"Was it a true story?" Jack said as he knelt down beside Owen. Never in my life would I be brave enough to backtalk Jack, even with the security of my safe word.

"Yes, Captain," I said softly.

Both men stood up then and I turned my eyes to their shoes. I was beyond nervous, this was the first time they had both been equally mad at me. Usually it was one or the other, and the one who wasn't mad would supply some type of protection. No one would protect me now.

"Stand up," Jack demanded. I stood without hesitation. Jack walked behind me and pulled me close against his body. I could feel his excitement at the situation, which caused my excitement to grow.

Owen began to pace back and forth in front of me. Both men remained quiet. As if they were both pondering their next move. I knew that wasn't true. I knew that at some point between dinner and when Jack called me to the hub, the men would have discussed their plan of attack. No this bout of silence was meant to make me nervous and it was working.

Suddenly Owen stopped directly in front of me and Jack grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back. It was like a carefully choreographed move. Owen quickly loosened my tie, pulled it over my neck, and handed it to Jack. Who just held it causally in his hands while still holding my wrists together. Owen began to work on my shirt buttons watching me intently as he did so. I tried not to squirm.

"Take off your shoes," Jack said suddenly causing me to jump because I had been so focused on Owen. Owen chuckled.

Quickly I toed off my shoes and Owen pushed them to the side. Owen then undid my trousers and pushed them and my boxers down until they pooled at my feet. I felt the cold air of the hub surround me and tried not to shiver. Jack shifted his hold on my wrists so that they were only in one of his hands. He gently ran his free hand over my now bare ass, then without warning he slapped it hard.

I yelled out. Then I felt Jack's breath on my ear, "I am going to make sure that ass is bright red by the end of the night," he whispered.

"Oi, I am going to help," Owen said as he finished unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. Jack momentarily released my wrists as Owen pushed my shirt and jacket off my shoulders with one go. Then Jack secured my wrists behind my back with my tie. The fact that they had already bound my wrists meant that we wouldn't be heading to Jack's bunker. I wondered what their plans were, but I knew better than to ask.

Jack walked away to his office as Owen started to gently touch my chest. His hand stopped when it reached a nipple and he began to gently brush his thumb over it till it pebbled. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped my lips. Owen smiled the leaned forward and sucked the hard nipple into his mouth. I moaned louder for him this time. Then suddenly he like Jack smacked my ass, causing me to yell out once again.

"Having fun without me," Jack said as he returned holding his great coat.

Owen slapped my ass again. This time I made a sort of groan noise instead of yelling out. "That's all you missed," Owen said cheerfully then gave me a quick kiss and backed away. Jack put his coat over my shoulders then picked me up in a fireman's hold. I was use to him picking me up this way. So it wasn't until I realized that we were headed towards the SUV that I started to struggle. It didn't do any good Jack just increased his grip.

I knew now that their plan involved taking me to Jack's house in the country. The first time they took me there I had been new to this whole submissive role, the place had been intimidating. Well actually only one room in the home was intimidating. The room I like to call bondage central, but it didn't only contain things that could be used to tie me up. It contained many varieties of whips, paddles, and riding crops.

As soon as Jack put me in the backseat of the SUV I attempted to escape out the other side. Owen was already at that door though and he pushed me back into the middle seat then nudged the jacket off my shoulders. I sat still trying to catch my breath as Owen leaned back in his position on the floor board as if to admire me. I felt myself blush.

"Shy," Owen teased as Jack slid in next to me and shut the car door. Owen reached out and closed the other door. I found myself locked in a car with two hot guys. Life could be worse. Life got better as they both undid their trousers. Owen pushed his to his knees and Jack opened his just enough to properly free the prize within. I concentrated on not drooling.

Jack leaned me forward and undid my hands then with Owens help they positioned me so that my head was in Jack's lap, my chest and torso lay flat on the seat along with one of my legs while the other was on the floorboard. I was totally exposed to Owen in this position.

I lifted my chest and head up and began to suck Jack, knowing what he wanted before I was asked. I moaned softly around Jack as I felt Owen enter me. I loved this. Though to an outsider it might look as if Owen and Jack were in control the truth was that I was. I could end all of this with the power of one word, but why would I want to. They both climaxed at the same time as if they planned it.

Jack retied my hands behind my back placed his coat back around me then buckled me into the middle seat. I was desperate for release. "Please let me cum," I begged Jack as he backed away from me. He just shook his head and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Only good boys get to cum, start being good and we will let you," Jack purred then leaned in and gently kissed my lips. I parted them slightly and he deepened the kiss, no doubt tasting himself on me. I could spend my whole life kissing Jack and never grow tired of it. I whimpered as he pulled away.

"Don't move," Jack instructed. Both men got into the front of the SUV then. Jack in the driver's seat and Owen in the passengers.

I remained still and quiet the whole way to Jack's house. When we parked in the garage I was rewarded for my good behavior with a blow job from Owen. My release was extremely gratifying.

TBC