"Beg for him."

Jack didn't dare make a sound, he didn't want to waste the breath. He couldn't move, he flexed his wrists and ankles but they were held down tight. By what...he wasn't sure. This thing, this monster, was strong and sure around him. It had a main body, vaguely human shaped and looming behind him with impressive height. But it was the rest of him that was terrifying. His extra limbs had been hidden inside his bulgy body, about a dozen of them, and they were all extended and so alive. They had strength and girth, reminding him of thick snakes.

Jack was pinned on his hands and knees, the black extremities wrapped up his forearms and calves to hold him in place. They were warm and hard against his bare skin, wrapped even tighter around his wrists to keep them held down. At first he'd struggled, the proof was there on his skin in the form of hot red welts. But this monster was too strong for him. He always fought, less now than he had three months ago when he'd first been taken from the satellite.

"Surely you don't want this, Jacky-boy?"

Jack hated (who he called) the Man almost as much as he hated these depraved acts, but he couldn't do it. He would never give that bastard what he wanted. The Man was standing nearby, as he always did, watching and waiting and goading like a patient scorpion.

"All you have to do is call for him."

Jack groaned in disgust when more of those fucking tentacles started crawling up his body, sliding between his thighs and up the curve of his back. His skin prickled wherever those things touched him, reminding him over and over again that this wasn't his alpha. Every touch was wrong, every breath he managed felt like glass in his chest, and every moment stretched on forever without his alpha here. That vulnerable omega side of him was broken and crying, begging for death or safety or both.

An omega rejected by their alpha was merely an empty shell.

How true that phrase rang when he could feel the touch of those limbs against the curve of his ass, daring to curve inward and touch the most intimate part of him. He threw his head back and tried not to outright scream. No, no, this was so one was supposed to touch him there anymore. He couldn't, his instincts wouldn't let him. Everything inside him was screaming for his alpha, but he kept his lips sealed shut.

/He's gone!/ he tried to tell himself, muscles straining as he tried to fight off the invasive touches /He left us, it's over. He didn't want me./

Tears slid down his cheeks, lashes fluttering and catching the light. He cursed quietly and ducked his head down to the bed, wiping the evidence of his pain away on the dark bed spread. Not too long ago he would've considered this kinky and willingly participated. His promiscuity seemed like a lifetime ago, another Jack in another time.

A tentacle slithered around his throat, tightening up enough to show his intentions to leave marks. Or was it a 'she'? He couldn't tell and he didn't give a shit.

"Stop it" he begged while he still had the breath.

"Call for him."

Jack had never broken before, not in days upon weeks of torture and rape...not once had he called for that man. But he was close to breaking, he could feel it in his bones and in his blood. He was ready to beg, he could taste the name on his tongue.

"Will you really stop?" Jack rasped, wetting his dry lips and trying again "If I call for him...will you take me back?"

Jack meant back to his room, the one he'd been forced to sleep and live out this pathetic life in. He was never forced to take clients in that room, it was his one safe haven in this Hellhole.

"Yes, sweetheart, of course."

That oily purr made him cringe. He didn't want to give up that easy, a new strength rising. He opened his mouth to tell him to suck a cock when the tentacle around his neck tightened, a thick tentacle slithering up his inner thigh to brush his opening. It was wet, slimy even, and persistent in it's goal. He gagged at the taste of his own bile, he arched and wriggled in an attempt to get away.

It was useless, the creature had him held tight.

"No" Jack's face screwed up in effort as he tried to close his legs "I can't let you...fuck! Stop!"

The head of the limb pushed at his dry opening, threatening him with rough penetration. He couldn't let this man get a hold of the Doctor. He wasn't sure who this guy was but he knew he couldn't let his alpha fall into this trap. Oh God, his alpha...Doctor...

Jack cried out when he was flipped over onto his back, more limbs sliding over and under his legs. He bucked and clawed at the things around his wrists, teeth grit in a snarl. For his efforts his wrists were forced high above his head and pinned harder than before, grinding the bones together and sending strikes of pain down his arms. His legs were forced apart and raised high, exposing him completely. He'd never been ashamed or embarrassed about his body, but the way the creature's thick shaft pressed into him made him flush.

He'd never felt so sick and dirty before.

"Beg for him to save you."

The tentacle stretched and tore him more than a cock ever had, splitting his body wide open. He bucked again defiantly, black limbs curling and latching onto his body to keep him still. He couldn't stop his scream this time, he could feel every rip inside his body like fire. The first thrust cut off his scream, head tossed back and body coiled tight at the agony.

"Doctor!" he cried hoarsely, cheeks damp once more with tears "Please, Doctor!"

/Don't come for me/ Jack gasped in small bursts /Don't send a signal, don't let the TARDIS hear it...don't come.../

Jack's mind was starting to blank at the pain, a string of words escaping his lips just to keep his focus on something else. He begged for the Doctor to the sound of the Man's laughter, hating himself just a little more with each word. He felt like a betrayer and a whore, giving the Man just what he wanted.

"That's it, sweetling" the Man's laugh was low, thick with amusement and lust "Beg for your dominant!"

"Fucking liar!" Jack screeched, body bowed against the intrusion. The thrusts were deep and brutal, refusing to give an inch, the creature merely taking his pleasure in Jack's warm body. The alien was making some weird sort of growling/moaning sound, he could feel the vibration up through his body. He should've known he wouldn't be let go, begging or not. But he had to protect his alpha, he couldn't let them both suffer.

Was the Doctor even thinking of him?

Blood pooled beneath his thighs, he could smell the stink of the creature's musk and his own essence mixing.

God, he hoped so.

xXx

Rose only brought it up once.

"So, Doctah..." Rose leaned against the console beside the man, glancing up into his new face "What are we doing to do about Captain Jack? Shouldn't we go look for him?"

"Hm?" the Doctor's mind was practically submerged in the TARDIS, he could barely hear her over the meld "Rose, I'm busy. Let's not talk about it."

"Alright, if you're sure" Rose pushed off the console, nose scrunched up. She had gotten a whiff of the man after he'd said his good-bye to Jack and it had smelled like the two had bonded, but she could be wrong. She was just a beta after all and she hated getting involved in all those crap alpha-omega dynamics. She wasn't even sure the Doctor had the ability to be an alpha. He was an alien, right? He probably had nothing to do with it, her brain had just been playing tricks no her.

She missed Jack desperately, but if the Doctor thought he was fine on his own – he must be fine.

xXx

Jack had been given a sort of uniform just as humiliating as this brothel. Thick leather cuffs were laced up his arms, a row of silver hoops down each one to connect him to anything and everything the monsters could want. Similar cuffs, though not as long, circled his ankles. They'd managed to wrestle him into it in the middle of the night, taking him by surprise and buckling it tight along the back of his neck. The same silver hoops were in it, he found himself ass up face down because of it more than he'd ever admit.

The cuffs on his forearms had them locked to the hooks at the top of the bed, head resting in the crook of his arm. He hadn't even broken a sweat and he was terrified, the alien this time spoke a language he could actually understand. He caught most of the words, and what he did understand terrified him. The creature of tonight was large and smelled like burnt hair, it's body unsightly and undeniably male. The thing had a half dozen manhoods, each a different size or shape. He'd nearly thrown up at the first sight of him.

But he didn't fight. Jack's broken heart was finally swallowing up his will to survive. It had been...how many months now? Six? Seven? He'd lost track, he hadn't seen daylight in so long and there were no discernible clocks. He couldn't count the aliens the Man had summoned to fuck him, he would've broken apart at the mental seams if he remembered every single one of them.

He blocked out as much as he could, but it was starting to grind into his subconscious.

"Which of my cocks should I fuck you with, little one?" the alien was practically purring, one of it's pumpkin sized hand stroking down the curve of his back "I've never had one of your kind. You're so small, but I've been told you can take so much. Such a tiny hole..." a rough finger tapped his entrance, getting him to jump "So warm and smooth."

Jack was ready to tell the alien to shut the fuck up and cram every one of his cocks up his own ass, but the barely-healed lashes across his chest and stomach told him it wasn't smart to mouth off.

"Give him the largest" that rough whisper was closer to the bed, enjoying the show "Don't hold back. He hasn't been filled in days."

The alien purred and rubbed his palm along the human's flanks, pressing much too hard to be a caress. Jack couldn't look but he did wince when cold oil was poured along the dip of his back, greedy fingers giving up the flesh of his thigh to smear the slick between the globes of his ass. Just enough to make it good for the customer, not enough to keep his insides from being shredded.

"Cry out for him."

Jack shook his head, keeping his eyes hidden in the damp flesh of his arm.

"Come, sweetling, why don't you try again?" the Man chuckled to himself "You've been screaming his name for months and he still hasn't come for you, has he? Not one sign of the handsome Doctor to take you away from this. Have you felt the TARDIS?"

Jack chomped down on his lower lip, /You know I haven't, you bastard./

"Such language" the Man tisked "Naughty boy, you are."

Jack raised his head, eyes wide and fearful when they came to rest on the Man. That bastard was grinning like a fox, wiggling his eyebrows briefly.

"Can I read minds? Yes" the Man was tapped his temple with his finger "I can hear every thought, see every memory...I can feel your pathetic little broken bond with the great Doctor."

There was a brief press somewhere inside Jack's mind, and with a surge of lust he realized it was his bond. A wave of paralyzing shame washed over the captain, he cold feel his body reacting as if it were the Doctor pushing at it. He hissed and dropped his head, a few drips of his own essence trickling down his thigh. His cock was stirring to life, he was ready to throw up all over the linen beneath him.

And just like that the touch was gone, leaving him even emptier than before. Now he craved the touch, craved the connection between him and his mate. But that alien wasn't really his mate, was he? An almost-lover, a near-mate...a neglectful alpha.

"Alpha" he whined, the word escaping from his heart without his permission.

The alien's cock ripped into him, driving him forward with a rough cry.

"Doctor" Jack panted into the leather cuffs, hips held tight and in place for the hard fucking "Alpha, please...I-I..."

The alien behind him gave a gurtled groan, "Such a tight little whore you have here."

The Man gave a throaty chuckle, "He is, isn't he?"

xXx

The Doctor popped out of one of the library room, glasses a little askew and head cocked to the side.

"What is it, darling?" he laid his hand along the wall, feeling her steady thrum like he could his own heartbeats. She was trying to tell him something he was sure of it. He walked out of the room, taking his glasses off and sliding them inside his jacket pocket. He walked along the hall, glances at the doors on either side with a bit of trepidation. The TARDIS was subject to change on her mood, no room the same for more than a week or so.

The Doctor hummed along with her, skimming his fingers along the wall as he walked. What did his lovely lady want to show him? What could be so important as to pull him out of his reading. He'd been learning about a strange race that was developing rather quickly about two galaxies away.

It was late in the nightcycle on the ship, Rose must've been fast asleep by now.

He came across a door with a bright silver knob. He couldn't remember this room, at least not specifically. There was a dozen rooms just like this, but something was different. The moment the Doctor touched the knob he felt something like static electricity run through him, scratching up the skin of his arm to burn at the base of his neck. What was in here?

The Doctor threw the door open, revealing a lived in guest room. His brow furrowed, sharp eyes taking in every detail of the room. A long dark coat thrown over a chair, a pair of leather pants tossed carelessly across the floor by the dresser, a pair of boots, a hint of cologne. A man, most assuredly.

The Doctor breathed in deeply, fangs descending with the exhale. He knew that smell. That cologne with a hint of spice, a male musk...he knew it well. The Time Lord prowled around the room, looking for the source of the smell, finding the core of it on the bed. He slowly leaned over the mattress, bracing his hands on the surface and lowering his head to take in as much as the scent as he could.

He could feel the change in his eyes, his fangs brushing the inside of his lower lip. Yes he knew this smell, and it was potent to him. He was practically drooling, sliding into the bed and rubbing his face against the linen. That spice was deep, sweeter when it came from the real source of warm flesh. He remembered it, oh how he remembered it. He kept drinking in the scent in giant gulps, taking in as much as he could without chewing up the bedspread.

"Let me just say this, Doctor, you...you are worth fighting for."

A submissive was here. Not just any submissive but one in heat, one that was positively dripping. A healthy heat, a ripe and fertile body, and it lasted for days. What an eager sub this was, how needy he'd been...he'd probably used a toy, something kept in his greedy hole the whole time.

The Doctor was hard, pants escaping his lips as he tried to tear himself away from the scent.

This was...

"Don't let me forget him."

That voice, he knew that voice. That was his voice, or it had been.

"Please, lovey, don't let me forget him. I have to find him..."

"I have to get him back" the Doctor echoed the words of his former self, eyes wide and shining a harsh blood-gold color "Jack.

Jack! Jack, Jack Harkness, Captain Jack...his companion. His submissive, his future mate, his potential everything. How could he forget? The regeneration must've been harder than he'd thought, how could he repress so much?

There was a flood of pain through his hearts, doubling him over. Bloody hell, that's why! The thought of the man physically hurt, his chest was practically collapsing in on itself. By space and time, he'd abandoned the man! What could Jack possibly think of him? He could remember holding the man in his arms, touching the curve of his cheeks and kissing his lush mouth...promising him the world on a string. Then he'd just left him there.

Why? Why had he-?

Oh!

Rose had revived Jack with the strength of the Time Vortex, infusing his life with the wrong kind of power. He had a feeling deep in his gut that Jack now had some kind of immortality, either that or strange new powers that would render him a threat to his enemies. That's why he'd left his near-mate alone on a satellite, torn inside or not.

That was no excuse for what he'd done. It was dastardly, damn near cowardly, and he needed to right it as soon as he could.

"Jack" the Doctor pressed the heel of his palm into his forehead "What a fantastic dom I am."

The TARDIS hummed and prodded at his mind, Save him.

"Right, yes" the Doctor fled from the room, almost falling into the far wall "I'm coming, sweetheart, I swear it!"