AN: Hey. So I am aware that I need to update deceptions and I will soon hopefully. I just couldn't get this out of my head, so here it is. Depending on the response I get I'll probably make this my full time fic. So if you like it review and follow. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood

Rating: MA

Warnings: BDSM Slash, spanking, bondage, mentions of self harm… umm oh rimming… I think that's about it.

July 2007

The fire was everywhere when I breathed once again. I looked around in a panic. The Cyber men were gone, and the overgrown trash bins with plungers as well, but it seemed that fire had taken their place. It was just as frightening. I stood up amazed that I couldn't feel any effects of the electrocution that had zapped me. I had been so certain I was dead, but now I felt like I'd just woken up from the best nap in the world.

"Lisa," I shouted. I had been trying to get to her when the Dalek had found me, her office was close by. At least that's what the board at the lift had said. I had never been in this part of the building. "Mrs. Hallet!" I yelled. I prayed she was okay. All the rest could rot in hell, but Lisa had been kind to me.

I heard a horrified scream and rushed to the end of the corridor through the doors at the end. There were large silver tables each had a one of those robots connected to it. They were all dead by the looks of it. All except the one at the end who was screaming in pain. I rushed to its side.

"Lisa?" I sobbed. She looked toward me but continued to scream in pain. "It's okay," I insisted. "I'll get you out."

One month later

The bar was exactly how I remembered it from years ago. If one didn't know it was a bar they would most likely walk right on by it. I knew it though, I had a great night in this building when I was seventeen. I didn't have very many good memories in my short life so I held on to the ones I did have. I adjusted my jeans trying to keep my head in the right spot, not that sporting a hard on would be a bad thing in this bar, but I wanted to attract one person in particular and I didn't really want to have to fight off the affections of the wrong Dom. Again.

The bartender sat another beer in front of me. "You know, any of these men would love to have you. You just gotta show a bit of interest."

"What makes you think I would be interested in any of these men?" I asked smugly.

The older bartender caressed my check and let his fingers travel down to the bright red collar I'd placed on my neck. "Just a hunch."

"I'm just picky," I retorted resisting the urge to bat his hand away. This was my sixth night in the BDSM club and I still hadn't seen the one man I wanted to have me, I had to be patient though, I knew he would come.

"You know what they say about beggars and choosers?" The man smiled showing off his crooked and yellowing teeth. Even if I was a beggar, which I'm not, I'd never choose him.

"The one who begs is really the one with the choice?" I replied playing dumb.

He leaned over the bar and gripped my chin with his hand. "I'd love to make you beg."

This time I did push away his touch. He laughed and went back to his side of the bar. I rolled my eyes and looked toward the door. It was already 1:30 and the bar would be closing soon which meant I'd be having to put up with the bartender again tomorrow night.

"You know what I think? You come in here just for the thrill of it. You're never planning on giving me or any of the men in here the time of day. Think you're all above us… like you're some sorta gift… but you're a fucking sub… you're all a dime a dozen…"

I wasn't listening to the old man's rambling because at that moment the door opened and he walked in, the man I had been waiting for. Captain Jack Harkness. He was everything I remembered and more. His WWII coat, his boots, and that cocky grin. He was a man who could make me beg, and I hoped by the end of the night he would be.

I turned to see the bartender grabbing a bottle of water out of the small fridge behind him and when I turned back the Captain was standing right beside my stool. I lost all capability to form speech.

"Thanks Joe," the captain said to the bartender taking the bottled water and opening it before taking a swig.

"Cutting it a bit short tonight ain't ya Jack? I mean I know you're good and all but thirty minutes to pick up a guy?" Joe teased.

"My best time is 3.5 seconds," Jack replied and his hand ran through my hair. "Who does he belong to?" he asked Joe his fingers going to the collar on my neck.

"No one, he's just a giant cock tease. You get him to go to a room with ya and I'll keep the bar opened… granted you let me and few of the others watch."

Jack's fingers traveled back up to my hair. He gripped it and pulled my head back slightly so I'd look up at him. He had a stern face at first but then it softened. "Ah… I remember you, my blue eyed boy."

I was so overjoyed that he remembered me I smiled despite the fact that I really didn't want to have an audience when I let Jack fuck me. He smiled too before bending down and capturing my lips in a kiss that showed he was in charge. When he pulled away I was out of breath and I could taste my own blood from where he'd bit my lip. "Have you been teasing these men?" he asked sternly.

"Not on purpose sir," I replied.

"You've been waiting for me," he said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes sir," I answered anyway.

Jack looked back toward Joe. "Choose three men. No one is allowed to touch him but me and I want the beer he's drank and my water to be on the house."

"What about with a crop… wouldn't really be touching him, just teaching him what cock teases get," Joe said.

"No. No one but me will do anything to him. You and your friends may only watch, and not until closing of course, that'll give me a bit of time to get reacquainted with him."

Joe thought that over for a minute then nodded.

I closed my eyes. No one was going to touch me but Jack. I could live with that. "Come on blue eyes," Jack said pulling me off the stool and leading me toward the rooms in the back of the bar. I went willingly and ignored the hoots and catcalls as I walked past all the tables.

Jack ignored the other men as well he just opened the door to the exact room he'd taken me in last time and ushered me inside it. "So did you graduate from Uni?" He asked as he closed the door behind us.

"Yes, sir," I replied. He grabbed a chair from the wall and sat backwards in it. I stood still now hyperaware that he was watching me.

"What was your major?"

"History."

He chuckled at that. "I'm a bit of a history buff myself."

I didn't know what to say to that.

"Take off your jacket," he said after a moment of silence which passed with me looking at the ground.

I took off my coat and hung it on a hook by the door. "What are those?" he asked. I didn't have to ask what he was talking about, I knew it was the cuts on my forearms.

"Sometimes life gets too hard."

"Hmm…" he replied clearly disappointed in me. "Take off your shirt."

I pulled it off from the bottom then folded it and sat it in another chair. "Have you been eating? Like at all?" he asked.

"Some…" I replied. God he was pulling all my problems to the forefront and making me want to cry.

"Not enough apparently… shoes, socks, and trousers."

I toed off my shoes and pulled off my socks. I slipped them both under the chair then I slowly took off my jeans and placed them folded on top of my shirt.

"I like the red pants," he said, "they match that collar perfectly and the color looks beautiful next to your pale skin."

"Thank you, sir." I did like red a lot.

He got up from the chair and I jumped slightly. "Calm down now beautiful, you know I won't hurt you," he said coming closer to me and caressing my cheek. "Much," he added with a smirk. He grabbed my right wrist and pulled my arm up so he could look at my cuts. Some were fresher than others.

"Do you have a job?" he asked run a finger over the cut closest to my wrist.

"No sir."

He moved his finger to the next cut in the line. "How do you support yourself?"

"I got severance pay from my last job… quite a bit actually." It was more like hush money but who cares.

"How come they had to lay you off?" He was at the forth cut now it wasn't quite as healed as the first one was.

"The building collapsed and the Queen thought it best."

I let out a quiet scream when his finger slid across the sixth cut. I had only taken the bandage off it the day before.

"You worked for Torchwood?" His voice was angry now. He dropped my right arm and picked up my left. The third cut on it was still covered in gauze.

I knew he hated Torchwood one and, while I had originally planned to lie to him, I decided that at the moment he'd appreciate the truth more. "I was their prisoner. They took me right out of Uni because I have no family, and no friends and I wouldn't be missed. They used me for experiments of the mind… I didn't have a choice." I had started crying accidently. I fully intended on crying if I needed to but I hadn't expected to do it so easily.

"Shh… It's okay," he said dropping my arm and pulling me into an embrace. He kissed my head and whispered that I was his good boy for telling the truth. I melted into his arms, feeling safer than I'd felt in years. He pulled back and looked at my face. "Remind me again what your real name is."

"Jones, Ianto Jones," I sniveled.

"That's a very sexy name. Ianto… hmm… I love the feel of it on my lips," he said softly. I smiled slightly.

"I want to work for you," I blurted out.

He shook his head.

"Please, I can't do anything else…I can't close my eyes without seeing them…"

He gripped my head between his hands and stared at me intently. "Most people would want to run as far away from their captors as possible but you want to work for them? It sounds rather fishy to me."

"You're not them…I know you are better than that."

He sighed releasing me and taking a step back. I was so scared that he was going to say no I blurted out, "I'll be your sub, full time…"

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want? For someone to take care of you?" He grabbed my left arm again and ran his hand over it before ripping of the gauze on the third cut. "I think it's what you need. Someone to make sure you don't do this anymore, someone to make sure you eat, and sleep."

"Yes," I nodded.

"I'll set you up with someone."

I looked up shocked. "No… I want you, I don't want anyone else. I don't trust anyone else," I yelled.

He slapped me across the face. "You will not raise your voice at me again do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I said looking down at the ground.

"Get up against that wall," he spat pointing toward the far wall. It had adjustable cuffs on it. "Ass toward the room," he specified.

I walked to the leather clad wall, leaned against it and put my hands up in a Y. I figured he'd be securing me next.

I heard his boots walk closer. He took my left arm first and secured it inside one of the cuffs. "I want you to keep your forearms turned toward the wall. I don't want the other to see your cuts. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

He walked to my other side. "I still use the traffic light system. Do you remember the rules with that?"

"Yes sir."

He kissed my neck just below my collar gently and I knew I'd been forgiven for raising my voice. "What's your safe word?"

"Coffee, sir."

"Okay," he breathed running his hands down my sides until he reached the hem of my pants. He pulled them down just enough to expose my ass but no more. "Beautiful," he said running his hand over it. I gasped when it smacked my right cheek. "Alright Ianto, I'll make you a deal. We are going to do a trial run starting now until tomorrow night. You will be mine in every sense of the word and I will show you what that will be like. At the end we'll discuss whether or not it's something we both want to continue."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm gonna redden you a bit before I let you cum. Do you want to wait until the others have left to cum?"

"Whatever pleases you sir." I replied a little nervous about the whole 'reddening' thing.

"Okay, I'll decide when the time comes then." He kissed my neck again then moved away. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes as I listen to him setting up chairs for the audience that would be there soon.

"Was there any side effects from the experiments?" Jack asked startling me out of my calm.

"No sir." That was a lie, there was a very big side effect but I didn't fully understand it myself so I wasn't about to share it.

Before he could ask me another question there was a knock on the door. Jack walked by me running his fingers along my middle back as he did.

"I took the liberty of setting up some chairs," Jack said once he'd opened the door.

"Oh…" I heard Joe say. "He looks even better than I imagined. Let me touch him Jack… Just a bit."

I waited to hear Jack say no, that I was his and he didn't share, but it didn't come. When I felt a hand touch my back I flinched away as best as I could about ready to call red. "Don't pull away from me." Jack's voice warned and I relaxed. "I would let you touch him, but he's just agreed to mine, and I really don't like to share," Jack continued speaking to Joe. I relaxed a bit more.

Jack's hand started to roam all over my back. "You're so hot," he whispered as his hand swept over my shoulder blades. His hand went down to my lower back. He massaged me causing me to relax even further. "Are you gonna cum for me tonight?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I breathed. The combination of Jack's scent and his hands on my body was driving me crazy. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second.

His hand moved to my ass, he kneaded my cheeks and I couldn't hold in the small moan that left my mouth. His fingers slipped between my cheeks and touched my most intimate area. "That is one tight hole," the captain breathed against my ear. I hardly heard him over the sound of my own increased breathing.

I felt Jack sink to the floor behind me. His hands gripped my cheeks and pull them apart. I did my best to remain still and not squirm too much as he rimmed me. Anytime I did move he'd slap one of my ass cheeks. So I was left moaning into the leather wall and giving in to the sensation of Jack's tongue inside me.

"He makes the most alluring sounds," I heard one of the men moan behind him.

"Yeah, I bet he screams even better," another said.

Jack pulled away and bit my ass gently before standing. "Let's find out shall we?" he said. I was so turned on that I didn't even care what that meant. I just wanted Jack to touch me again. I came back to reality when his hand landed hard on my rear.

"Fuck," I shouted only half surprised that the hit seemed to make my cock that much harder.

"Watch your language," Jack warned hitting my ass again. I whimpered this time and I instinctively tried to move away from him. He grabbed my torso and readjusted me. "Stay still or I'll restrain those ankles as well."

"Yes, sir," I breathed.

"Tell me you're sorry for moving."

"I'm sorry I moved Sir," I replied. He pulled my head back by my hair and gave me deep kiss that said all was forgiven then he took a step back and slapped my ass again, though thankfully it wasn't as hard this time. He continued to spank me varying the intensity and pausing only to massage out the sting.

"Such a good boy," he praised me finally stopping and kissing my neck. I moan in reply because I was too far gone to form words. He put his arm around my stomach and pulled my bottom half away from the wall. "And look at this beautiful gift you've made for me," he teased gripping my cock and stroking it.

"Fuck," I moaned.

"Language," he warned me for a second time his hand falling away from my cock.

I whimpered. "Please sir, I'm sorry sir, please Captain." I groveled wanting his surprisingly soft hand back on my cock.

"Alright Joe," Jack said suddenly, apparently ignoring my begging, "That's the end of the show for you and your buddies.

I heard them all make disappointed moans and grunts, but I also heard the movement of chairs, so they were leaving, they just weren't happy about it. I felt really relieved when I heard the door snap close after them. "Just us now Ianto," Jack said saying my name really slow. I heard the scratch of a chair moving across the concreate floor and I assumed he was now sitting directly behind me. "I'm serious about the language. If it happens again I won't hesitate to wash your mouth out with soap. Got it?"

I rolled my eyes at the wall. Was he serious? I was an adult I should be able to cuss.

"Ianto, I expect to be answered when I ask you a question. Now do you understand what will happen if you cuss where I can hear you?"

I shifted slightly on my feet then finally spoke. "Yes sir," I grunted.

"That's a good boy." I smiled despite myself. I loved to please, it was a curse.

"You ready to cum for me?" Jack continued.

"Please sir," I begged.

"That's not an answer Ianto."

"Yes, sir. I'm ready to cum for you." I breathed. I heard him get up and walk toward me. He wrapped his arm back around me and gripped my cock again. "Thank you." I said as he stroked me.

"You're welcome. Maybe some lube would make it even better."

I bucked into his hand just at the thought. "Yes, please sir." He must have had some in his coat because he didn't have to leave me to get some. He just pulled his hand away and when it returned it had the slick liquid that made a hand job so much better. I almost cursed again but I was able to catch myself by biting my lip.

"Almost did it again didn't you," he laughed in my ear.

I let my head fall back onto the wall. "I'm sorry," I moaned.

"No reason to be sorry, you didn't do it. That's a good boy." He increased the speed he was stroking me with. I screamed pulling at the restraints on my hands. "Oh yes, you're close aren't you."

I was.

"Just let it come blue eyes."

I did all over the leather wall in front of me.

"Good boy, you just relax for a minute," he praised me gently kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned as much of myself against the wall as I could without getting my own cum on me. I startled when I felt Jack begin to undo my cuffs. He didn't say anything though, just ran his hand over my back to calm me and went back to work.

I fell against him once I was released and he wrapped me in his arms. "If we were at my place I'd make you clean that up… but there's no telling how many others have cum there so I'm not gonna chance you getting sick."

I looked at the leather wall and raised my eyebrow. I'd say red before I placed my tongue on it. "Thank you sir."

"You're welcome. Now get dressed. I'm exhausted."

My first instinct was to question him, (he hadn't cum, and didn't he want to cum?) but I pushed it away, he was in charge not me.

I dressed quickly and pulled a cigarette out of my coat pocket. He grabbed it from me before I could light it. "I think not," he smiled pulling the rest of my pack out of my pocket and tossing it to the corner of the room. "No smoking and no drinking. Not while you're mine."

I narrowed my eyebrows and he raised his as if daring me to disagree with him. I took a deep breath to clear my mind. "Okay sir," I said finally.

Jack smiled and patted me on the cheek. "Come on, let's go back to mine, you need some rest."