The Key The Secret

 

 

 

Fandoms: Torchwood

Characters: Ianto Jones/Cpt. Jack Harkness.

Rating: 18+

Type: One Shot – Stand alone.

Warnings: BDSM, M/m, Bondage, Blindfold, chastity

Disclaimer I don't own the characters or ideas behind Torchwood, no money has or will be made from this fic.

Completed: 8th July 08. 3940wds.

Summary: It started as a joke, but then Ianto thought it was actually quite a good idea.

 

A/N: Written for my Kink Bingo card: Chastity Devices .

 

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Ianto shook his head as they made their way back to the SUV. Both Jack and Gwen were covered in slime, but some how the Welshman was his usual impeccably dressed self. Jack had been flirting with one of the aliens shortly before they turned nasty and the guys had to hit them with the stun gun. It was unexpected that electricity would have that kind of effect on them. Jack had been mid flirt when he’d been covered in the greenish yellow goo.

 

“I’m going to have to get you a chastity belt, Sir,” Ianto teased.

 

Gwen blushed and shot him a flustered look.

 

Jack barked out a playful dirty laugh as he climbed into the passenger seat, letting Ianto drive for once. “Is that so,” he asked with amusement.

 

“Well you do flirt with just about anything that has a pulse, Jack,” Gwen commented.

 

A slow, thoughtful look settled on Ianto’s face as he put the car in gear and set off back to the hub. “Not a bad idea actually, might curb some of that impulsive streak,” he pondered aloud.

 

“You are joking, right?” Jack asked in a whisper, suddenly nervous.

 

Gwen had simply rolled her eyes and shut out their voices as she text Rhys to let him know she’d be home within the hour as long as the decontamination went according to plan.

 

Ianto gave a non-committal smile as he thought about it all the way back to the hub.

 

*****

 

It had been almost two weeks since that teasing conversation about chastity belts and Jack had pretty much forgotten all about it since it hadn’t been mentioned again. Things with him and Ianto were going well, he couldn’t help that he flirted with everyone, it was just the way he was. But he’d noticed that his lover seemed less secure in their relationship. It looked like the Welshman thought it was more than harmless flirtations or doubted his place with Jack.

 

His suspicions were confirmed when he arrived at his younger lover’s flat one night to be greeted with a very much in charge Ianto. Not that Jack had a problem with the idea of leather cuffs and a blindfold, they’d played far kinkier games over the last couple of years. He was stripped naked in record time and was left looking at his fully clothed lover in black jeans and a faded blue T-shirt.

 

Jack was already rock hard, his cock jutting out and waving with interest in what might happen. Ianto was looking at it with an odd smile on his face.

 

Ianto made quick work of cuffing Jack to the bed, spread-eagled on his back and blindfolded him. The Captain just lay there, calming his breathing and trying to think of things to bring his rampant dick under control. Sure, he was over 150 years old, and he’d seen and done just about everything sexual that you could think of, but that didn’t mean he was immune to a little premature ejaculation. Ianto was probably the most inventive of any of the lover’s he’d had over the years, and that included different species and things done thousands of years in the future. Hell, half of it he wondered if the Welshman had been involved in inventing.

 

His introspective was derailed as something warm and wet wrapped around his cock. The suction confirming that it was undeniably, Ianto’s mouth.

 

The dark-haired administrator of Torchwood Three, didn’t take any prisoners as he went to work. He launched an all-out assault on Jack’s hard, weeping cock. Sucking it hard and bobbing his head in a rapid rhythm as his tongue worked and his fingers played with his balls.

 

It didn’t take long for Jack to turn into a panting writhing mess on the bed. Gasping for air and crying out obscenities that never usually passed his lips unless he was really angry or in the throes of passion.

 

When Ianto brought his teeth into the equation, Jack lost it completely and came with a cry of intense satisfaction. His back arching up off the bed as his body went taut, his cum filling the eager mouth.

 

Ianto swallowed it all and sat back licking his lips with a smug smile. He half wished that he’d had the stopwatch running because that had to be something of a record even for him.

 

Hopping off the bed he left a naked and sated Jack sprawled out on the bed. He came back with a warm washcloth and a soft dry towel. After gently cleaning his lover’s genitals he finally reached for the box that had sat on the floor over the other side of the bed.

 

“Well,” he said suddenly, it made Jack jump in what had been such quietness. “I took the liberty of ordering several possibilities so I figure we can test drive each to see which one we like the best.”

 

Jack frowned slightly, wondering if he was supposed to know exactly what Ianto was talking about. That thought was derailed though as he felt something cool and hard wrapping around behind his balls. He felt it close tight and his eyes widened behind the blindfold. There was a ‘hmm’ from Ianto and it was removed and replaced with a slightly looser one.

 

“That’s much better,” the Welshman said with a smile.

 

There was barely a pause and then there was something made out of the same material pricking him. A sheath of some kind was slid over his flaccid cock following the prickly addition. More hums then it was pulled off. Some curious noises followed and Jack tugged on his restraints slightly. It sounded like something was being filed down. Then the sheath was back and this time it remained.

 

Ianto used a plastic tie wrap that he’d signed with his initials, he knew Jack would probably be able to pick any padlock he might put on there, so that was his concession.

 

“How’s that feel?” Ianto asked curiously.

 

“What have you done to me, Yan?” Jack asked, worry in his tone, lifting his head as if trying to look even though it was pointless with the blindfold on.

 

“What I said I would,” he smirked. “I think we should test each one for a day or so, make sure they’re work compatible. What do you think?” He ignored the fact that Jack hadn’t said how it felt.

 

“Er…oh god, I thought you were joking. Christ you were serious. Look, I’m not sure about this, y’know what I’m like…”

 

“Exactly, which is why I think we should give it a go. We’ll both be able to relax then.”

 

“Alright for you to say,” Jack pouted.

 

“Well, it’s not like you have to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of Gwen anymore when we have IM-sex.”

 

Jack groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed in defeat. “Exactly how many are there to test drive?”

 

“Four,” Ianto said cheerily. “This one’s called the CB3000, I liked the curve of it and the points of intrigue should keep you nice and secure. Just a little worried about it’s flexibility though. We’ll see how it goes, ok?”

 

Jack’s answer was a sigh.

 

“God you look so sexy like that. I want to just push your knees up to your shoulders and fuck you raw.”

 

The bound man squeaked and then groaned as his cock started to get hard and was restricted by the plastic and the small dull points dug into his flesh. “So not fair,” he complained.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plenty,” Ianto chuckled even as he was unhooking the ankle restraints and reaching for the lube.

 

*****

 

“Do you think Jack’s walking funny?” Gwen asked Ianto as she turned away from watching their boss cross the floor to his office. “Has he got a rash or something?”

 

“Perhaps he’s shaved again, I thought he’d learnt his lesson after last time,” Ianto replied deadpan, speculating slightly as he turned to follow her line of sight.

 

Gwen nearly choked as she spurted coffee. “Ianto! God, don’t do that, sometimes I don’t know whether you’re pulling my leg or not.”

 

He flashed her an innocent smile.

 

*****

 

“I don’t like it,” whined Jack.

 

It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and the inconvenience of the little clear plastic device was driving him nuts. He hadn’t realised how many times a day he actually got hard…or even semi-hard. It was not a fun way to find out that you had a libido of a sixteen year old.

 

“You should think yourself lucky, Jack,” Ianto said, slightly distracted as he filed a report in the cabinet.

 

“How exactly?” his tone was slightly bitter.

 

“I could have plugged you and locked you in it,” the young man said with a triumphant smirk as he left the office.

 

“Plugged?” Jack spluttered after him. He hoped like hell he hadn’t just given the Welshman more evil ideas.

 

*****

 

It was just gone eleven pm when Jack showed up at Ianto’s. It had been twenty-seven hours and thirty-five minutes since the device had gone on and he couldn’t wait any longer to get the damn thing off. Most of it wasn’t so bad, it was the damned points of intrigue or whatever they were called that were making him want to cut the stupid thing off.

 

Ianto wasn’t surprised to see him stood in his doorway, if anything he was surprised that the tie wrap hadn’t been cut off. But Jack was stood there looking at him adorably with bright blue puppy-dog eyes and the Welshman thought he might just cum from that look. He motioned him in.

 

“Can we try a different one?” Jack asked.

 

It surprised the hell out of Ianto, that wasn’t what he’d expected to come out of his lover’s mouth at all. He gave a half-shrug and nodded before motioning him through to the bedroom.

 

Jack wasn’t his usual eager self as he stripped off. He was somewhat subdued. He’d been doing a lot of thinking over the last day and he was fairly sure he knew where all this was going. He just didn’t know if Ianto had figured it out yet. So he said nothing. It was something to be discussed when all four devices had been tried out. He could only guess at what the others were like. He hated this one with a passion; it was ugly and plastic looking.

 

Ianto watched him, a slight twinge of concern occupying his thoughts but he pushed it aside. Jack had complained plenty during the day, but he also knew that a part of him had enjoyed it. He offered a warm smile and pulled his lover in for a kiss, long, slow and deliberate as his tongue pushed in and took control of Jack’s hot mouth. He would never know what it was about kissing Jack Harkness but it was always utterly soul-melting. While he had him occupied he backed him up to the bed and then pushed him down on it.

 

The older man looked up at him with a sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes and smiled. “Do I get another incredible blow-job first?”

 

Ianto looked like he was thinking about it as he cuffed his lover. “Now, where would be the fun in that?” he asked with a smirk. He attached the final restraints and once again covered his eyes with the blindfold.

 

The CB3000 and points of intrigue were carefully removed. Jack’s cock was already twitching before it was even fully off and Ianto rolled his eyes at the incorrigible man.

 

“I think you’ll like this one,” Ianto told him casually. There was the sound of rummaging and then a tight leather band was being secured around the base of his cock and balls.

 

Jack gave a little grunt. “You’re not even going to let me cum before you move on?” he pouted.

 

Ianto thought he could get used that look on his lover…his boy. “Nope, it wouldn’t be a realistic test if I did that, now would it?”

 

A second leather strap was secured around the top of his balls and then Ianto fed the five steel rings down the length of his cock. They were joined together by leather strips and high quality rivets and the last ring sat just below the head of Jack’s cock. He used the plastic tie wraps again, hooking them through the two d-rings that connected the hoops to the first strap and then another through to connect the rings to the 2nd strap.

 

“This one looks better,” he commented, his fingers brushing Jack’s balls. He would be able to get at least half-hard in this, maybe more, but he wouldn’t manage full hardness. “Welcome…to the Gates of Hell,” he said dramatically.

 

Jack shivered in response and Ianto laughed low and rich.

 

“Y’know what I like about this?” he said conversationally and tugged on the d-ring at the end. “I can put you on a leash…literally.”

 

Jack groaned as he got harder.

 

*****

 

“God, what’s wrong with him today?” Gwen whispered as Jack stormed off towards the SUV. She didn’t even know what she’d said this time. “He’s been like a bear with a sore head all day.”

 

Ianto snorted. “Ah, but which head?” he walked away as she stopped dead, looking at him in something that was akin to outraged disbelief.

 

It was true, Jack had been a grumpy bugger all day and it was starting to even threaten his own cheerful mood. He thought about the things he’d read about chastity during his research, it wasn’t unheard of. Ianto guessed that for someone like Jack it was only natural that he’d be somewhat pissy. He had, after all, fucked him twice the night before after changing the device.

 

*****

 

“Please?” Jack asked as he waited for Ianto to free him from the second prison.

 

“Please what?” he asked slightly amused.

 

“Please, Ianto…Sir, God…just let me cum before you put the next one on. I’m going insane,” he pleaded.

 

“I highly doubt that two days without an orgasm is enough to make the great Captain Jack Harkness insane…the same man who was buried under Cardiff for two thousand years,” he regretted the comment almost as soon as the words had come out.

 

The almost mischievously pleading look on his lips grew darker and Jack fell silent as his body tensed.

 

Ianto ran his hand through his hair. “That was stupid of me, I’m sorry.”

 

“No,” Jack breathed out as he relaxed into the mattress. “You’re right. I can do this,” he resolved.

 

A proud and genuine smile pulled at Ianto’s lips. “I know you can,” he said softly and kissed his forehead gently.

 

“So,” Jack said with determination. “What’s behind door number three?” he asked, trying to recapture the mood.

 

It worked for Ianto and his concern was driven away as he reached for their third test subject.

 

“Door number three,” Ianto said with a hum. “This is a bit more…” he didn’t finish the sentence as he slid the leather strap around Jack’s waist and underneath him, bringing it round to the front. He placed the molded leather over Jack’s hard cock and balls and ran the leather ends through the o-rings at either side at the top. Making sure that it was snug he tie wrapped them into place and then did the same with the leg straps. It was like a sport’s cup only it was secured firmly in place.

 

“It’s…comfy,” Jack murmured in surprise.

 

“You can get fully hard in that,” Ianto told him. “And your arse is still as accessible as ever.” To demonstrate, he probed the hole with his finger.

 

Jack groaned.

 

Ianto decided it was probably not a good idea to fuck him right now or Jack would cum inside the damn thing. Instead, he crawled up the bed on his hands and knees until he was straddling Jack’s face and fucked his mouth instead.

 

*****

 

Gwen had been watching Jack all day. It was making him self-conscious and he wondered if it what he was wearing was obvious, or worse…if Ianto had told her. Jack Harkness wasn’t the sort of guy who blushed, but the thought of Gwen knowing what they’d been up to was enough to make his cheeks heat up. His mood was much better though, he was determined he could do it.

 

There’d been a rough spot where he’d gotten hard watching Ianto make coffee, file a report and archive a piece of alien tech all at once. He’d gone to the toilet and tried to find a way in, or a way to get himself off. In some ways it was far worse than when he couldn’t get hard at all. He’d also discovered that he would have to ask Ianto for permission to go to the toilet.

 

By far the worst thing though, was that when they were out in public, he was paranoid that it was some how noticeable.

 

“You don’t play Cricket, do you?” Gwen’s lilting Welsh accent finally asked.

 

He frowned. “Pardon?”

 

“Well, you’re wearing a cricket box, aren’t you?”

 

He felt his cheeks warming up and turned away to hide the blush. “Don’t be silly, Gwen,” he told her as he made a rapid retreat to his office.

 

*****

 

It was crazy, but he was almost excited to find out what would come next. Or was it just that he was excited to have the ‘cricket box’ off? No, he was fairly sure there was an element to it that was to do with finding out what the last device would be. It was day four into the testing of devices, but it felt like weeks. He hadn’t cum since that blowjob before he was first locked up. That said he thought it was highly likely that if he stayed in the cup then he would cum without touching eventually.

 

Jack squirmed where he was tied up on the bed. He was so horny but at the same time he knew that he would wait as long as Ianto wanted him to. He wondered what would happen after the fourth device had been tested for a day.

 

When Ianto took the leather belt off him he wasn’t at all surprised to see the hard cock waiting for him. It looked like it might burst. He almost took pity on Jack, but as hard as it was for his lover to endure, he had to be strong now too. He wrapped a hand around his base and pressed into his cock. It backed off from orgasm and then he had the wicked idea of ice water.

 

It was a matter of short work and he had a bowl filled with ice-cold water and a towel. He quickly plunged the hard cock into it and the effect was rapid. Jack’s hard on receded.

 

“That’s better,” Ianto said happily.

 

Jack was too busy cursing loudly in any languages he could think of to really reply properly.

 

A metallic weight wrapped around the base of his balls and his cock, it pivoted together to fully encircle it. Then something was carefully slid up his cock and attached to the ring. He sucked in air through his teeth in a hissing noise, not sure if it was a good sensation or a bad.

 

Ianto locked it together with another tie wrap and sat back on his knees to take in the view. “I like this one,” he declared. “Looks good.”

 

Jack quickly discovered that he couldn’t get fully hard in this one either, his attempts were thwarted and it was something of a weird relief.

 

“This one’s called the Sentinel,” Ianto told him as he was unhooking his ankle restraints.

 

Jack couldn’t help but think the name was appropriate.

 

*****

 

The Sentinel was heavier than any of the others, not surprising since it was chrome-plated pewter. Still, it looked the best out of all four and he found himself visiting the loo more often than he needed to in order to just stare at how pretty it was. It was ridiculous, just because it was stylish metal in a nice pattern, the holes were bigger than the area that was closed in but even though he could get his fingertip through the hole it wouldn’t be enough to do anything with. It also felt the most hygienic.

 

He wasn’t sure if it was making him walk funny or if that was just from being screwed into the mattress the night before. Either way, Gwen hadn’t been following him with her eyes all day and she hadn’t made any untoward comments either. Just as well, as he had a feeling that Ianto might just tell her if she did.

 

The day went too quick, but just as they were finishing up for the day there was a Weevil sighting and Ianto and Jack took off on the hunt while Gwen acted as communications. The hunt went smoothly and he discovered that although the weight in his pants would pull his attention continually while he was doing very little, when it came to the important things he could focus just fine.

 

Jack didn’t want it to come off.

 

“Right then, back to mine?” Ianto said as he pulled his jacket on and looked at Jack.

 

The report had been filed, Gwen was leaving and it was time for the Sentinel to come off. Jack was a little sad as he collected his greatcoat and they headed for Ianto’s apartment.

 

It was impossible for Ianto to miss how subdued Jack had suddenly come. All day he’d been bubbling with happiness and was eager to do things to make him smile. He went out for lunch, brought back coffee, sent little e-card that would have made Owen joke about throwing up if he’d still been alive to see them. Jack was being attentive and Ianto liked it. He felt special.

 

They walked in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. Arriving at Ianto’s, the Welshman took off his coat and suit jacket, hanging them up carefully. He turned to look at Jack, but the man had only gone as far as sliding off the greatcoat.

 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly concerned at the look on his lover’s face. He took the few steps to close the gap between them and cupped Jack’s smooth cheek.

 

Jack gave him a sad little smile. “I…it’s going to sound crazy, but… I don’t want it to come off.”

 

Ianto blinked, then his eyebrows raised. “Really?”

 

The older man nodded and turned away to sit down. It had taken a few attempts to get used to sitting with the device on but he had it down now. “At first it was a bit of fun, then I absolutely hated it, but now…I kinda like it…kinda like you having that control over me. I don’t want to take it off, Yan, please?”

 

Ianto couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “If it stays on, you know what that means, right?”

 

Jack nodded.

 

“Need to hear it.”

 

He sucked in a breath before replying, “I’ll be yours.”

 

Ianto moved to sit beside him and turned his face to look at him. “I didn’t expect it to go like this, but… I can’t say that the idea doesn’t make me warm and fuzzy in certain places. Looks like I’ve got more research to do. I didn’t really look into long term care.”

 

Jack smiled at him and leaned in slightly. Ianto graced him with a soft kiss. “Christ at this rate I’ll be the one who’s horny all the bloody time,” the Welshman said with a laugh.

 

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The devices in order:

 

1. CB3000

2. Gates of Hell Chastity Device

3. Leather Chastity Belt

4. Sentinel

 

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