Warning. This chapter contains pain play!

"And bring your collar when you're done."

Jane got up and went to the bathroom. He glanced at his collar and cuffs longingly, but realized it might not do them good to wear them while showering. He didn't take the time to adjust the water temperature, just washed himself off with Jack's soap and got out. Drying himself up he considered taking the cuffs, too, but Jack hadn't mentioned them. Just the collar it was then.

He knelt next to Jack's bed, head bowed, holding out the collar with both hands.

"Such beauty, Jane."

He tried to hide his smile, but Jack could hear it in his voice when he thanked him.

"Let's make you even more beautiful."

He took the collar from Jane's hands and put it on him, causing Jane to let out a shaky breath. "Thank you, sir."

Jack looked at him for a while, drinking in his perfect body and the submissive pose. "You should thank me properly. Feet."

Jane instinctively understood. He bowed down and kissed Jack's feet.

"Cock."

Straightening he placed a kiss against Jack's tip that could only be described as an act of worship.

"Now. I said I'd put something on you to replace my cum. Something else that symbolizes you're my property."

Jane heard a sound he recognized – Jack's dog tags. He recalled having seen them on the bedside table. Jack let them dangle in front of Jane's face.

"What do you see?"

"Your tags, sir."

"Yeah, but look closer."

"Shouldn't there only be two of them, sir?"

Jack beamed. "Very true."

He removed one of the tags. "This one isn't standard regulation, I've had it made. It's pretty good, I guess it takes a member of the military to tell the difference. Look at me. That's what you're gonna wear. My name on a tag, stating you're mine."

Once the tag was in place Jack looked him over again. "So beautiful."

"Thank you so much, sir. I love wearing this. You're very generous, sir."

"Now go to sleep."

~o0o~

Jack woke first. He looked down at Jane, naked on his bedroom floor, sound asleep. He waited for him to wake up, simply taking in the sight. When Jane stirred and slowly woke up Jack smiled at him. Jane opened his eyes and looked straight at him, already waiting for instructions.

"I want your mouth around my morning hard on. No hands. Just your mouth."

Jane sat up. "Am I allowed to come into your bed?"

"No. You'll have to earn that first."

He swung his legs out of the bed and set his feet on the floor on either side of Jane, who had moved onto his knees and got to work immediately. Jack greatly enjoyed the sensation of Jane's willing lips and tongue on him. What a way to wake up. "Oh yeah, just like that. Such a talented mouth." He reached down to hold Jane's head in place. "This is me feeding you breakfast. You know, I'm thinking maybe this is what you'll be fed all day. Every time I feel like it, I'll call for you. Make you swallow what I feed you. And you will lick your lips and say thank you like the good little cocksucker you are." He let go of Jane's head and leaned back. "Now finish me off." Not too much later his eyes fell closed and he let go. "Swallow", he growled the moment he came, and Jane did.

Jack took just a moment to get his breathing under control. His eyes still closed he said: "Go make me breakfast. You know what I like."

Jane showed up at his bed side in record time, holding a tray. Coffee. Eggs. Bacon. Toast. It smelled delicious, and Jane holding that tray in all his naked glory looked just as good as it smelled. "Kneel."

Jack enjoyed his breakfast in bed, glancing at Jane's bowed head every now and then. When he was finished he put the tray down on the floor. "Where's the second cup of coffee?"

"In the kitchen still. I didn't want it to cool."

"Good thinking. I'll drink it later. You can eat my leftovers."

About ten minutes later Jack's cell phone went off just as he turned off the shower. He cursed under his breath. His team knew that it was Jane's birthday, so they wouldn't call him unless it was Armageddon. The SGC though..."Jane, get me that phone!"

Jane hurried towards the bathroom with the still ringing phone.

"O'Neill...yes, sir, but - oh you must be kidding me."

He straightened, unconsciously coming to attention. Jane couldn't take his eyes off him. Naked wet Jack standing at attention...

"No, sir."

Jack closed his eyes in surrender. "Yes, sir. I'm on my way."

Jane swallowed. Hearing his line from Jack's lips was hot as hell. It took him a moment to realize Jack had shut off his phone and was getting dressed. He pulled Jane into a kiss. "I have to go in. I'm sorry I'm ruining this, but I gotta go. I swear I'll make it up to you."

Jane's heart sank. He tried a brave smile and failed miserably. It made Jack wince. "I'm sorry."

"So am I. Can you tell how long?"

"I don't know. I'll try to get back as soon as I can."

"Can you - give me direction?"

"What, you wanna keep it up?"

"Please!"

"Uh, OK. If I'm not back within two hours turn on your phone. If you don't hear from me by the time you have to leave, open the envelope on the kitchen counter. Other than that – occupy yourself."

And he was gone.

Jane tried to think of something he could do. Sitting on the couch watching television really didn't feel right. He needed something to do. Cleaning Jack's house didn't feel right, either. As if he thought it wasn't clean enough. And it was. Jack must have done it not too long ago, possibly because of him visiting. Would he have someone to do it for him? Somehow Jane didn't think Jack would trust anyone with his place. For a moment Jane considered staying put until Jack returned, but he knew it could be hours, days even if he had been sent on a mission.

He decided to make a tour around the house. In the bathroom he found the cuffs - and the shirt Jack had been wearing the day before. Laundry. He could do Jack's laundry. It needed to be done anyway and Jack might appreciate not having to do it himself when he got back. Jane picked up the shirt and made his way to the washing machine. Halfway there he realized he was whistling. It felt wrong, so he stopped, but it made him smile. Sorting through Jack's laundry he became aware of the fact that he was surrounded by his scent. He let out a moan and gently stroked himself, nipples, stomach, balls. "I'm sorry, sir", he murmured and let his hand fall away. He would confess later and accept his punishment. He briefly worried that Jack wouldn't make it back in time, and then he froze. What if he was in danger? They wouldn't have called him in to discuss the weather. Something had to be up and Jack's life might be at risk! He started the washing machine and hurried back to the living room, checking the clock. Not yet time to turn on his phone...

He knew he'd go nuts if he didn't find something to occupy himself until it was time. He started looking through the fridge. Chicken breast. Cooking was a problem without knowing when Jack would be back, but a salad might work. As he started washing the salad his stomach growled. Breakfast had made him happy because of the delicious combination of intimacy and humiliation that came with eating Jack's leftovers, but it really hadn't been much. Anyway he wouldn't eat before Jack was back. Preparing food for Jack felt good. Making breakfast in the morning had been a hurry, not wanting to make Jack wait, eager to get back to him. Now he took his sweet time. After everything he had done for Jack, everything Jack had made him do, this felt insanely intimate. Domestic. Making lunch waiting for his man to come home. He grinned at the thought that he was naked and wearing a collar. A kinky kind of domestic.

When the chicken was done he checked the clock for the umpteenth time and felt his heartbeat speed up. Finally!

He was disappointed as his phone stayed dead. Pulling himself together he set the table for Jack, making sure it was perfect. Then he got the glass that Jack had used for him yesterday and drank a little water, setting the glass down on the floor in the corner of the dining room. That's where he would kneel while Jack was eating, unless Jack wanted him somewhere else.

His phone pinged. He jumped to his feet. From Jack indeed!

I'll be a little while longer, but I think I should be able to make it before you have to leave. Behave.

Jane couldn't help a wide smile. Such good news. Jack didn't sound like he was in danger, and he'd be back soon. Hopefully. Jane decided to use the remaining time as best he could. First he hung Jack's clothes up to dry, gently stroking the fabric that would soon hug Jack's body. God he missed touching him, freely touching him like he usually did. He shook himself out of it. Finished with the laundry he went to the bathroom to shave. Face and body, very carefully checking to make sure he didn't miss a single hair. The thought of Jack inspecting the result was such a turn on. What if he accidentally on purpose missed a few hairs, and Jack found them – would there be punishment? He realized that could be considered topping from the bottom again and he really didn't want that, so he did his very best. After he was done he adjusted his collar and went to the living room, kneeling down and preparing to wait there. A picture popped into his head, something he had fantasized about for a long time. He got up and went out into the hall. Close to the front door he sank to his knees again. A notion of peace washed over him. Here he was, naked and shaved, patiently waiting for his Dom, kneeling by the door so Jack wouldn't have to bother calling for him. He drifted off into an almost dream like state, startling when he heard the sound of an engine. Anticipation spread through his whole body when he realized it was Jack's truck pulling up the drive way. He cleared his throat and swallowed once, checking his position. Again he wished for his cuffs, but he kept his hands behind his back even without them. His eyes on the floor he waited.

The door opened. Jane kept his pose. Jack came closer and crouched down, making Jane look at him. "Hey beautiful, what have you been up to?"

"Some household chores, and I made a little something to eat, sir."

Jack stood and stretched his muscles. "Oh God Jane that's amazing, I'm starving."

"It's just something small, I -"

"Serve me."

Jane hurried to the kitchen, added the dressing to the salad and arranged the chicken on top while Jack sat down. "And get me a beer."

A moment later Jane set Jack's plate down along with the beer and stood behind his chair.

"Nice spot you prepared for yourself in that corner. Get on your knees there with your back towards me."

"Yes, sir."

For a while there was silence until eventually Jack pushed the plate back. "Jane, that was great. Thank you. Come and get my plate."

He waited until Jane had picked it up. "Is there more?"

"Yes, sir. I'll get you another serving."

"No, I'm good. Get yourself some, and a fork. You'll eat it on the floor in your corner. I'll watch."

Jack leaned back and watched Jane eat, on his knees, bowing down low, and after a while he got up and stroked his ass. Jane closed his eyes and stopped eating, reveling in Jack's touch.

"Eat."

Jane tried, but failed again soon enough.

"If you can't eat while I'm touching you I'm going to stop."

"No! Please, I don't have to eat. I'd rather not eat than lose your hands on me."

"Of course you have to eat, Jane. Finish. There's plenty of time for me to touch you."

He withdrew a little, simply watching. Jane still had a hard time even with nothing but Jack's eyes on him. And then Jack moved in again. A hard grip, his hand pushed between Jane's cheeks. "I know you don't want me to touch you while you eat, but you know what? I think I just don't care what you want. You're simply too much of a temptation, so it's your fault if I can't resist. God I feel like fucking you while I make you eat. I really need to fuck you, Jane. Soon."

Jane hurried to finish his salad and then straightened.

"Clean up here and come to the living room."

When Jane knelt in front of Jack he ordered him to take off the collar.

"Please don't take that away from me."

Jack moved way too quickly for Jane to avoid the hard slap to his face. Grabbing Jane's chin he growled: "That's it. I've had it with you. From now on I won't accept you telling me 'no' no matter what it's about."

Jack realized going without a safe word had been a mistake since it put way to much pressure on him. "In case of emergency, and I'm talking about really unbearable, your safe word is 'Ocean'. Understood?"

Jane didn't look happy, but he got the point. "Yes, sir."

"And since I'm really, really pissed about this last of too many times there will be punishment. I know you hate my belt, so that's what you'll get. Go get it.

Jane swallowed and obeyed.

"Kneel. Present it to me."

Jack took it from Jane's hands and folded it, running it over Jane's face and body in a caress that only thinly veiled the threat that lay beneath. He stopped at his mouth and held it against his lips. Jane closed his eyes and kissed it.

"Good. You'll kiss it again when it's over. Turn around. Drop to your hands and knees. Present that needy ass of yours. I don't feel like actually fucking it any time soon with the way you keep upsetting me. Let's see if torturing it is more fun."

Jane hung his head and let out a whimper. Jack couldn't tell if it was at the prospect of being spanked or of not being fucked. Without further warning the belt came down.

Jane took the beating with as much grace as he could muster, but he couldn't help the sounds of pain that kept escaping him. Every now and then he pulled away, but immediately took his position again. He really wanted to take it, regardless of how long it continued. Take what Jack was giving. But soon he knew he wouldn't be able to take much more.

Jack winced. Jane had to be in a lot of pain, but obviously he was too stubborn for his own good. He sighed and forced Jane's feet further apart. Then he ran the belt over Jane's balls. He could tell the moment the penny dropped as Jane's entire body tensed up.

"No, please!", he begged.

Jack let him feel the belt on his balls and he cried out.

"What did I tell you about saying 'no' to me, slut."

The belt hit Jane's balls again.

"Please!"

Again.

Jane lost the ability to form words. He dropped to his heels with a low whimper. Jack spanked his ass in an upward motion and without thinking about it Jane took his previous position again.

"Now take off that collar. You're not worth wearing it. Present yourself."

Jack kept spanking Jane, mostly aiming for his cheeks and thighs now. All of a sudden he hit his balls again, and Jane moved away, effectively avoiding the next blow, and sobbed: "Ocean! Please stop. Please!"

Relief washed over Jack. He dropped the belt and crouched down, pulling Jane into his arms. He was shaking and pressed his face into Jack's shoulder.

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Good."

Jack reached for the belt. Immediately Jane froze, but he didn't say a word. Jack lightly touched it to Jane's lips for him to kiss.

"Don't make me angry again."

"Yes, sir. I won't, sir."

"Good boy. Let me look at you."

He ran his hands over the welts and the angry red skin. Jane shuddered in pleasurable pain.

"Now you're beautiful. Such an obedient little thing once I broke you. Will you follow my orders now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Even if they happen not to go along with your wishes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Even if you hate what I make you do?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well let's hope you can remember that."

He turned around and took off his pants and briefs. Spreading his legs he leaned on the coffee table.

"Come here."

He felt Jane move close.

"You will lick my ass, and I wanna feel your tongue real deep. Lick my hole as deeply as you can. And if I feel you're not putting enough effort in it you will regret you ever met me."

Jane set to work, the pain on his backside burning like fire and his knees starting to protest, but he didn't make a sound. Pretty soon he faced a problem.

"Sir?"

Jack sighed. "What?"

"Am I allowed to - touch you? Use my hands I mean?"

"To do what?"

"Spread your checks, sir. So I can get deeper."

Jack considered for a moment. Jane's tongue felt good, and he really wanted it deeper, so he gave his permission. For a while there was only the heavenly sensation of Jane's warm soft tongue and the gentle grip of his hands – and then his thumb slid between Jack's cheeks. They both froze. Jane dropped to the floor, his forehead almost touching it.

"Please forgive me, sir. I got carried away and forgot my place. I'm sorry, sir."

"No forgiveness without punishment, Jane. I told you before, it's not about what you can or can't do. Or choose to do. It's about me using your body to satisfy my needs. And I gave you very specific orders. Which you chose to ignore. Again. Go to the dining room and kneel in your corner, facing the wall. I'm through with you."

Jane did as he was told, but there was a lump in his throat. Fully naked, no collar, no tag, no plug, no cuffs. Robbed of Jack's attention and presence. He was kneeling with his back to the room feeling lonelier then he had in a long time.

When he heard Jack's front door open and close tears started to run down his face.

~o0o~

He was still kneeling when the front door opened again. Jane couldn't tell how much time had passed, but he was incredibly relived that Jack was back. That feeling was ripped from him when he heard Jack say: "I'm not using him at the moment because I'm pretty pissed at his attitude, so if you wanna have a go..." And then, raising his voice a little: "Jane, come here, I have a guest."

Jane's heart raced. He was naked and marked. No way could be be seen like this. Let alone used by a stranger. He considered calling his safe word -

"Jane!"

He broke into sweat, getting hard at the same time. Jack wanted to lend him out. Maybe it was worth it if Jack would be pleased by it.

"Jane, for fuck's sake, get your needy ass here within the second and I might consider stopping before you lose consciousness."

Jane swallowed and went out into the hall, keeping his eyes down. No sound. When he finally dared to look up Jack was leaning against his front door with his arms crossed over his chest and sporting a predatory grin. He was alone. Jane thought he was going to faint with relief. He dropped to the floor at Jack's feet, touching his forehead to the tips of his boots. He didn't care that it might mean punishment. Jack made him wait.

"Kiss them." Jane obeyed without hesitation.

"Take them off. Did you learn that lesson, too?"

"Yes I did, sir."

"Did you consider calling your safe word?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why didn't you?"

"I think I would have followed your orders", he swallowed hard, "whatever they were, hoping it would please you enough to make you feel like looking at me again."

"I really like the thought of you craving after my attention badly enough to be willing to do just about anything I tell you to. A shameless slut, that's what you are. You like being shared. Who says you wouldn't have liked two cocks to serve... or me watching while you're taken by a stranger. And who says I even care what you like. Maybe I should parade you around town. Make you kneel at my feet while people watch your humiliation."

Jack watched him closely. Jane was hardly breathing, and he was rock hard.

"Such a cheap little bitch. Happy to please me, no matter what it takes."

Jane slumped, unable to keep his upright position any longer. Jack left him in the hall and went back to the living room. Sitting down he checked his watch. Jane's 24 hours were almost up. He cleared his throat and called for him. When Jane started to kneel Jack stood.

"Wait. Your time is almost up."

Jane's eyes flew to his. Pleading. Jack kissed him, resting their foreheads together.

"You want a little more, to make up for the time I was gone?"

"Yes!" It was a plea, full of hope. Jack smiled.

"OK. You'll get one more chance to please me. I'm gonna dress you the way I want you. At attention."

Jane stood, proud and expectant. Jack left and returned with another gift box. Jane didn't even blink.

"I'm proud of you, beautiful. You'll be more beautiful then ever."

He opened the box and took out a blindfold. Once it was in place Jane felt vulnerable, trying to detect Jack's position in the room, but he knew it was useless. The slap to his wrist came out of nowhere.

"Palms up."

The cuffs closed around his wrists. The broader pair went around his ankles. His collar was back. Chains clinked. Jane felt a weight tugging at the front of the collar. A pull as the cuffs were connected to it, and he was forced to hold his hands in front of his chest. A chain clinked behind him, weight pulling at the back of the collar. A chain running down his back and between his cheeks, linked to the chain between his ankles forcing him to stand straight. Jack's hand on his ass, spanking him. Then he was gone.

"Move."

A pull on his collar. Jack was actually leading him on a leash! He hardly could move, small insecure steps, his back rigid, his hands useless. He felt completely off balance, helpless, and he was so turned on he couldn't even think.

"I wish you could see yourself. Such a sight. Keep moving. Three mores steps. Now stop. Turn. Come here. Come to me. Stop. Kneel."

It was almost impossible, his back stiff, every movement pulling on his collar, but finally he managed.

"Do you know where you are?"

"No, sir."

"Right in front of the glass doors leading to the porch. It's already dark outside. Remember the spotlight in the corner of the room? Shining right at you. And you are such a sight. So turned on, so exposed. I was thinking about a reason to punish you, but maybe I'll just spank you for the sake of it. You want my hands on you?"

"Yes, sir!"

"The belt?"

Jane exhaled. "Whatever pleases you, sir."

Jack grabbed his collar. "Whatever pleases me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Like calling over my neighbors and offering you to them, sharing you, passing you around?"

Jane swallowed, his voice failing.

"I asked, do you want to be fucked by whoever I give you to?"

"Yes, sir."

"Sucking cock for as long as there's someone who wants you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Or you just want me to fuck your face?"

"Yes, sir! Please!"

"You're gonna carry my cum, lick me clean and then get yourself off with your hands still cuffed so you have to crouch down to even reach your cock."

Jane groaned, unable to control his arousal. He felt like blowing any minute.

"If I touched you right now, just once -"

"Oh God, Jack, please!"

"Did you just interrupt me?"

Jack squatted down and slapped Jane's face hard. Twice. He bowed his head.

"Shut up. Don't even dare to say you're sorry. You won't open your mouth until I tell you to, and it won't be to speak."

He moved away, leaving Jane worked up and ready to explode, and got himself a beer. When he returned Jane hadn't moved a muscle.

"Open your mouth."

Jane complied, no doubt expecting Jack's cock, but it never came. Instead he pushed his index finger past Jane's willing lips, quickly followed by his middle finger. He didn't allow Jane to suck. He was fucking his face. Jane desperately tried to adjust his tongue, spit dripping to his chest. Jack gripped Jane's jaw, his thumb pushing under his chin, two fingers pressing into the base of his mouth. It effectively stilled him.

"Keep open."

Jack removed his fingers while Jane tried to swallow with his mouth open.

"You want something to swallow? That can be arranged."

Finally, Jane got to taste Jack's cock. It was a lot more than just a taste, Jack forcing himself into Jane's mouth until he hit the back of his throat.

"Breathe whenever you get the chance or you're gonna choke on it. I'm not gonna pull out before I get what I want. Deal with it."

Again Jane didn't get a chance to suck or even swallow. All he could do was hold still and accept the assault to his throat, try to get as much air as he could and not choke on his spit. Since he couldn't swallow, it was running down his chin and neck, and by the time it mingled with Jack's cum he was gagging so badly that tears were running down his face beneath the blindfold. Jack grabbed the back of Jane's neck, breathing hard, his thumb smearing tears, spit and cum over his face.

"I told you you'd be carrying that stuff. Breathe. I need your mouth one more time."

He removed the blindfold, and Jane looked up at him, completely spent, desperately trying to get his breathing under control.

"Lick me clean."

While he did as he was told he felt himself get as hard as he had been before.

"Stop. That's enough. Now get yourself off."

Jane bowed down low until he could wrap his hand around himself. He didn't think he would be able to come like that, but when Jack smacked his exposed ass half a dozen times he was there. His cum was spilling over his hand, and he rubbed it into his skin with both hands, not a single drop falling to Jack's living room floor.

Jack started taking off the restraints, soft sweet touches all over Jane's body, kisses placed against his back and shoulders, only leaving the collar in place.

"That's enough, Jane. I'm spent."

"So am I."

He turned to fully look at Jack.

"Time over?"

"Yes. Time over."

Jane wiped his face with his arm, and then he kissed him, devotion and gratitude radiating from his mouth and hands in waves.

"Thank you, Jack. This has been amazing. I love you, and I'm so grateful for what you did for me."

He closed his eyes and smiled against Jack's lips. His eyes still closed he said:

"I think I just missed a plane."

Jack chuckled. "No you didn't. That has been taken care of."

He put his arm around Jane's waist and steered him in the direction of the kitchen counter. The envelope was still in place.

"Open it. I'm gonna run us a bath."

TBC