Fic: Safe and Sound Jack/Master
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fairyd123Title: Safe and Sound
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fairyd123
Pairing: Jack/Master
Rating: NC:17
Spoilers: The Sound of Drums, Last of the Timelords
Disclaimers: Not mine alas but the fun we'd have if they were!
Summary: During his year of hell on the Valiant the Master teaches Jack the true meaning of submission.
Jack had always sworn that no matter what happened to him in his life he would never beg anyone for anything
No matter what happened he would never falter, never bend, never break.
That conviction seemed laughable now.
He'd always known that travelling with the Doctor had its downside. Always determined to do the right thing, thwarting psychotic aliens and monsters hell bent on world domination was pretty much all in a day's work for the Doctor. Even on Game Station 5, when he'd kissed the Doctor goodbye and gone off on a suicide mission against an invading army of Daleks Jack had never truly been afraid. Because the Doctor, his brilliant, insufferable, perplexing Doctor always found a way. No matter how bleak the situation, no matter how terrible the odds the Doctor always came through. Good always prevailed and the meek inherited whatever planet the Doctor happened to be on at the time. That was the way it was supposed to go. But not this time.
Jack shuffled slightly in his chains desperately trying to ease the agonising pull in his shoulders and neck. He didn't know how long it had been, since the Toclafane had descended through a rip in time and space, since the world below had started to resemble a Hieronymus Bosch painting. His grasp on reality was beginning to slip he knew and he was struggling increasingly to remember a time when he hadn't been the Master's pretty pet - there to be used and abused. The novelty of having an unkillable man in his power had yet to wear off for the Master and he had such a vivid imagination.
They'd put him in the chains three days ago. He had his own cell, tucked away in the bowels of the ship but from time to time the Master liked him to be put on display - his pain and weakness there for all to see. He was spread-eagled, wrists and ankles encased in heavy metal. The ache in his shoulders and back was constant, wearing away at his will. There was no give in the chains, no position he could adopt that would give him any respite. He was beyond tired but he couldn't sleep. The two times he had dozed off he'd woken with a scream, agony coursing through his body, his arms aching from the strain of holding his body's weight while he slept. And it was so fucking hot. His clothes were soaked through; sweat dripping down his face making deep tracks in the filth that had settled there.
A memory surfaced of him blissfully sinking deep into perfumed water, a hard warm body in his arms, bright blue eyes and beautiful sing song voice, laughing as Jack splashed him and blew bubbles onto his naked body. Jack blinked the image away. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Master found his team, if they weren't already dead. Before the Master gave Jack a personal demonstration of just how effective the Toclafane's weapons were against vulnerable human flesh. And on that day he knew he would be truly lost. The slim hope that his team, that Ianto, may still be out there somewhere, surviving, was all that was keeping him alive.
The clattering of boots on the metallic walk way signalled the approach of the Master's guards. Jack didn't even bother to look up, just hung there limply from his bonds, battling the pain from his over stretched muscles. In the beginning he'd tried desperately to make allies with the others on board. His entreaties to Lucy fell on deaf ears. She was little more than a broken china doll in thrall to the voices in her head. The Jones family meant well but they had no fire in them. They'd settled into their roles of housemaids and caretaker with frightening ease, too terrified that incurring the Master's wrath might mean Martha's end. And the guards? Well they just ignored him. Jack didn't know how they could turn on their own kind, how they could pretend not to see the devastation being wrought below. He had tried every conceivable approach from a spot of male bonding soldier to soldier to desperate flirtation in the hope that he would manage to convince one of them to join forces with him. But their loyalty to the Master was absolute.
One of the guards grabbed Jack's left wrist and before he realised what was happening his arm was released and he was falling forward. He bit back a scream as his body jerked to a stop, his entire weight supported by his right wrist. The guard simply snorted at Jack's agony and gestured with his head for one of the other guards to support Jack's weight. Within moments he was free and the relief he felt at not being chained up anymore was suddenly so overwhelming that he found himself wanting to sob.
"Can you walk?" The heavy set man in charge asked.
"Do I fucking look like I can walk?" Jack choked out.
The slap was not unexpected but hurt more than it should, snapping his head back with its force. They couldn't punch him - the Master didn't allow it but the occasional slap was acceptable as long as it didn't leave too much of a mark. He was hauled up unceremoniously from his slumped position and dragged down the corridor a guard on either side of him supporting his weight. Jack laughed as he watched them try to touch as little of him as possible, heads leaning far away from him. He was filthy, layer after layer of grime making his skin itch until he just wanted to scratch and scratch until he bled. And he knew that he stank, how could he not when he hadn't bathed in days.
The pitiful procession stopped abruptly in front of the shower room and Jack was held still while the head guard methodically ripped the clothes from his body, keen to do the task as quickly as possible before Jack's stench overwhelmed him. Ordinarily Jack would have viewed being naked in front of a group of guys in uniform as a great start to the day. After all Jack had never exactly been shy about his body. He was supremely comfortable within his own skin and had never understood this peculiar 21st century hang up about nudity. One of his favourite past times was to wander naked through the Hub when his team least expected it. It was entirely worth Owen's howls of outrage just to see the eyes of his wonderfully proper Ianto glaze over with lust or Tosh, skin a beautiful shade of rose, cast furtive glances at his body as he walked past. But that bravado was long gone now. Bludgeoned out of him by the Master after months of captivity and now all Jack felt was sheer humiliation at being naked in front of the Master's minions.
The door opened and Jack was dropped to the floor of the shower room. Even though he was unchained he knew there was little point trying to make a break for it. The few times he had tried it had ended the same way - with him dying spectacularly in a hail of bullets. Not that he could run even if he wanted to. He was shaking like a leaf, muscles in spasm as they tried to relax after days of being stretched taut. Jack was well aware of how pathetic he must look to the guards' eyes, head bowed, a naked and shivering heap on the floor. He steadied his breathing and tried not to panic at this unexpected change in routine. The Master had often remarked on how much he enjoyed seeing Jack rotting away covered in his own filth. If he wanted him clean it was because the Master wanted to touch Jack. Jack began to shake even more as he remembered the last time the Master had deigned to touch him. By the time he'd finished raping Jack's mind and inflicting wound after wound on his vulnerable body he'd been openly cursing the Doctor and Rose for inflicting immortality on him when death would have been a blessing.
Jack cried out softly as the water was switched on and a torrent of water hit him. A bar of cheap soap was pressed into his hands and he proceeded to try and clean himself as best he could. The water was lukewarm, the pressure hard enough that it felt like needles jabbing the abused flesh of his body and the soap smelt unpleasantly like pine disinfectant but after days of sweating in his chains the prospect of being clean again, even if it was a precursor to more pain was heaven to Jack. He leaned his head back letting his mind drift until he was blind and deaf to anything but the caress of the water on his skin.
His moment of peace was short lived. The impatient guards terrified of the consequences of keeping their lord and master waiting dragged Jack out of the shower, dressing him in a simple cotton robe before marching Jack to the deck of the Valiant. As he entered he could see the Doctor sat in his wheelchair in the corner, arthritic body painfully hunched over, rheumy eyes looking at Jack with great sadness.
"Jack". The Master exclaimed happily racing over to meet his captive.
"Handsome Jack, looking all shiny again. Doesn't he look pretty Doctor?"
The Doctor gave Jack a look of black despair which frightened Jack more than any of the atrocities the Master had inflicted on him.
The guards held Jack tight in a death grip while the Master stroked his finger up and down Jack's cheek with deceptive gentleness.
"How are you Jack? I do hope you're enjoying your stay at Chez Valiant. Granted the accommodation may be a little basic although judging from your reputation I would think that a man of your appetites would appreciate the useful addition of chains and handcuffs in every room, and well admittedly the menu is rather bland but so far we haven't had any complaints from the other residents."
The Master looked at the Doctor who gazed down at his withered hands handcuffed to the arms of his wheelchair and remained silent.
"It's not quite five star but it'll do." The Master giggled at his own joke.
"What do you think Jack?"
The logical part of Jack's brain knew that spitting in the Master's face wasn't exactly the best method of ensuring his survival but hey it did make him feel better.
The Master calmly wiped the spittle from his face smiling pleasantly at Jack as he did. His face didn't change as he retrieved his laser screwdriver from his pocket and thumbed it casually in Jack's direction.
White hot pain tore through Jack and he was screaming before he realised that he had sworn never to give the Master the pleasure of hearing just how much pain he was in.
"Get out." The Master snarled at the guards who gratefully dropped the convulsing Jack to his knees and fled.
The pain stopped and Jack gulped in huge lung fulls of air tensing himself against the next attack.
The Master stepped forward, grabbed a handful of Jack's hair and pulled him unsteadily to his feet. While Jack swayed struggling to remain upright the Master tugged at the cotton robe covering Jack tearing it from his body. With a theatrical flourish he hurled it across the room. It landed in an undignified heap on the Doctor's head - shielding him from Jack's view. Jack fought back a sob - how the hell had they both been reduced to this? He had gone to war when he was little more than a child, had seen his best friend tortured to death in front of him, had battled the time agency, fought Daleks, and had even cheated death herself but he was utterly powerless against one unhinged alien with a laser.
The Master kicked Jack's legs out from under him sending his knees slamming into the floor. Jack bit back a cry breaking his own lip in the process. The Master moved behind Jack's kneeling naked form and slid his hand into Jack's hair yanking backwards pulling Jack firmly back against him.
"That wasn't very friendly Jack. I mean I try and be nice, release you from your chains, get you all cleaned up so that we can spend a little quality time together and this is the gratitude I get?"
The Master leaned forward whispering the words into Jack's ear.
"I'm feeling very unappreciated Jack. Thank me for being so nice to you."
The floor was hard and cold beneath his knees and the Master's grip in his hair was harsh and unyielding.
"Thank you Master" Jack rasped out obediently, hating himself with every syllable.
The Master instantly released his death grip.
"There that wasn't so hard was it?" The Master reached down, his finger tracing Jack's broken lip collecting blood as it went. He raised the finger to Jack's mouth and paused. The urge to turn his face away or bite at the offending digit was overwhelming but Jack was so so tired. He so desperately wanted to be strong, to be stoic in the face of the Master's torture, but sometimes all he wanted was to not be in pain for a few hours. Jack parted his lips and clamped down on the urge to bite the fucker's finger off letting him slide it in and out of his mouth, over and over.
"Lick it clean Jack."
Jack begrudgingly complied, tongue delicately wiping every trace of his blood from the Master's finger. Satisfied the Master withdrew and began to absentmindedly stroke Jack's hair. Jack longed to move away but it had been so long since he had anyone touch him that as unwanted as the affection was it was still nice just for that moment to lean back ever so slightly into the solid warmth of the Master's body, to allow himself to be gentled by the Master's clever hands. He could see the Master reflected in the glass wall in front of him, a picture of strength with his pet cowering at his feet. And as much as Jack wanted to wipe that insufferably smug smile off his face he knew that if he was ever going to make it out of this with his mind intact he was going to have to trade his dignity for the occasional moment of peace.
Jack moved back ever so slightly into his touch, dropping his head submissively. His reward was a delighted chuckle from the Master and an arm snaking round his chest holding him close. Keeping him safe.
"Good boy" The sneering insult made Jack stiffen again, cheeks aflame.
"I've got something pretty for you Jack. Wait right there. In fact……Stay."
Jack tried not to be disappointed at the loss of the warmth against his back and remained where he was head bowed.
He started at the sudden feel of metal on his neck. Looking up at his reflection in surprise he saw that the Master had fastened a thin delicate looking silver collar around his neck. A single ring was set into the collar onto which the Master clipped a long chain. The metal was ice cold against his skin and cinched tight enough that he could feel the metal move with him every time he took a breath.
"Get this off me" Jack snarled.
"My, my Jack we are being particularly ungrateful today. I buy my favourite pet a shiny new collar, make him look all pretty and all he does is whine. It's just not on Jack. Not on at all. "
"I am not your fucking pet" Jack spat out with as much venom as he could muster.
Infuriatingly the Master just threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"Sweet silly little Jack - of course you are you just haven't accepted it yet. But enough chat. Time for walkies."
Before Jack could respond the Master had stalked away towards the door, metal chain still in his hand.
As the Master reached the door the chain pulled taut, metal biting cruelly into the flesh of Jack's neck ripping his breath from him. Jack started to flail, mouth opening and closing like a fish, face turning steadily redder and redder. The Master, whose progress had been halted by the sudden dead weight on the other end of the chain, looked back over his shoulder glaring at Jack impatiently.
Somehow Jack managed to get his increasingly oxygen deprived brain to send instructions to his shaky legs to crawl in the Master's direction. As he moved closer the chain slackened bringing glorious air rushing back into Jack's lungs.
"Grasped the concept now have we? I appreciate that you're a little slow Jack but really that was dim even for you. Now be a good boy will you. I haven't got all day"
Jack lacked both the breath and the energy to retort and so settled for getting his uncooperative limbs to move so that he could follow the Master. Jack had endured months of torture at the Master's hands but this level of humiliation was definitely a new low, having to crawl naked on his hands and knees, on a leash, along the walkways of the Valiant, the coarse surface of the floor scraping the flesh off his knees. The Master walked quickly forcing Jack to keep pace, never allowing his hold on the leash to slacken sufficiently to allow Jack to stand up. They passed Francine and Tish who tried to blend with the walls as the Master passed them, terrified of his very presence. The pity in their eyes at his abject humiliation was almost more than Jack could bear and he kept his head bowed from then on, refusing to look up whenever he heard footsteps approach.
After what felt like an eternity Jack was manoeuvred through a doorway and his knees sank into warm plush carpet. Looking up he realised he was in the Master's quarters. The place was ridiculously ostentatious. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, the walls were covered with priceless art and the furniture was made up of the remnants of a dozen lost civilizations, all stolen from the Tardis. The Master's feet appeared in Jack's line of vision.
"Show your Master how much you love him Jack." Jack gazed at the Master's insanely cheery grin with incomprehension.
"Oh Jack, Jack, Jack. If I have to spell everything out this really is going to take a while. " The Master intoned, his voice stern but affectionate as if he was ticking off a recalcitrant child.
"Jack I am your Master. And you are my very pretty little pet to do with as I please. You are here to serve me Jack, to fulfil my needs as I see fit. And I promise you that if you behave you'll see what a very good Master I can be. Now show me how much you love me and kiss my feet."
Jack responded the only way he could in the face of such madness and threw back his head and laughed. It was a desperate sound; even to his ears it was clear he was verging on the edge of hysteria with insanity threatening to engulf him. Sometimes he thought it would be just so much easier if he did give in to insanity's siren call. Would it hurt so much if he didn't understand what was going on?
"So that would be a no then?" the Master asked in a deceptively calm tone. Jack stiffened expecting a boot to the chin and was surprised when no violence was immediately forthcoming. The Master just looked at him, in a way that made Jack feel that he was stripping him layer by layer seeing right through to his very core. Jack didn't like it. He'd rather be screaming in pain then have the Master look at him like that, look at him like he knows him, understands him.
"It's OK Jack. I understand. You're afraid to submit to your new position. I'm not surprised."
The Master lowered himself to the floor leaning over Jack's naked figure, his chest tight to Jack's back, his clothed crotch held firm against Jack's backside. He whispered directly into Jack's ears, his breath wafting over Jack's face.
"You thought you'd already found your master didn't you Jack? Someone to tell you what to do, someone to give your life meaning, someone to hold you close and keep you safe when all around you was descending into chaos. You gave yourself over entirely to the Doctor didn't you Jack? He made you a better person and you repaid him by willingly sacrificing your life simply to buy him enough time for a task he didn't even have the balls to complete. And how did he repay you for your efforts?"
The Master began to stroke Jack's hair again, seemingly fascinated by the feel of the silky strands slipping through his fingers. His voice was now so low it was barely audible and yet the sound seemed to reverberate in Jack's head. Jack closed his eyes tight trying desperately to ignore the seductive mocking voice.
"Was he grateful Jack? Was he thrilled that the universe had seen fit to return you to him?
No. Instead he was appalled at the very fact of your existence. He left you Jack. Left you stranded on a space station surrounded by the ashes of human and Daleks alike and he didn't look back. I bet you pined for them didn't you Jack? The Doctor and his precious fucking Rose. But do you actually think they gave you a second's thought while they were gallivanting across time and space? You were nothing to them Jack. Hell, you followed him to the very end of the universe Jack and all he did was deliver you to me. And he hasn't really tried all that hard to get me to stop hurting you has he? All those years of knowing each other the Doctor knows exactly what buttons to press and yet, he's been rather passive. It's almost like he enjoys my company and doesn't want to do anything that would mean we would have to part.
You worshipped the Doctor and all he gave you was a lifetime…well several in fact, of agonising pain. He was a very, very bad master Jack. But I'm not like him."
The Master leaned hard into Jack pressing his burgeoning erection against him making Jack shiver.
"I know how to look after my toys Jack. Give yourself to me and all you need to worry about is making me happy. Wouldn't that be nice? A wonderful, simple life. I'll take all those burdens away from you Jack, keep you here, warm, well fed and safe and sound and all you have to do in return is do whatever I tell you without hesitation. It seems like a pretty good deal to me Jack."
But it wasn't was it? Jack couldn't, wouldn't give himself to the man who had chained him up and tortured him for months on end. But the thought of no more pain, no more having to worry about anything but himself and the Master was so tempting, so tempting…..
The Master sensed Jack's refusal and sighed heavily. He hauled himself to his feet ripping a chunk of Jack's hair away from his scalp as he did so. Jack cried out in pain, hands cradling his aching head.
"I can give you either pleasure or pain Jack. Remember that you chose this"
Jack looked up in time to see the Master's laser screwdriver pointed at his prone figure before the pain hit him. His vision blurred as his nerve endings begin to sing in sheer agony. He squirmed on the floor mouth open in a silent scream. Time ceased to have meaning; there was nothing in the world for Jack but the pain. After an interminable period of time it stopped and Jack started to sob with relief.
At the sound of the Master's footsteps he began to shake even harder. "No please no. Not again. Please."
He'd been bought so low begging at this stage was nothing to him.
"Please Master please."
"Jack I told you - I can stop this at any time. All you need to do is choose correctly."
The Master pointed his infernal screwdriver at the sobbing Jack but then seemed to change his mind and lowered his hand.
"Jack. Jack look at me."
With a great deal of effort Jack uncoiled himself from the foetal position he had curled into at the sight of the laser screwdriver and looked into the Master's eyes.
"This is all getting a bit repetitive wouldn't you agree? And I have a really low boredom threshold Jack. And it's all just so unnecessary. The only person you're fighting is yourself. You'll give into me Jack. I know you. I know you will. A couple of months from now I'll bend you over the table on the main deck and fuck you senseless while my men execute Martha's waste of space of a family right in front of you and you won't even care. The world could burn Jack and you won't care, because you've got me. And I won't ever leave you. I promise you that."
"Is that a promise or a threat?" Jack croaked out.
The Master laughed. "Both I think. You spat at me Jack, you laughed at me. You need to be punished for that. But I can be kind….well sometimes. I think perhaps a more traditional means of punishment is required."
The Master settled himself comfortably on the huge bed dominating the room. Beaming once more at Jack he patted his thigh "Come on Jack. Over your Master's knee you go."
Whatever tiny shreds of dignity Jack may have had left shrivelled up and died at the Master's words. Feeling exhausted and so, so raw Jack stumbled over to the bed positioning himself over the Master's fully clothed body so that his naked ass was cradled in the Master's lap.
"I think we'll start with 15 and go from there. Oh and Jack I want you to count after each hit."
Jack yelped with shock as the Master's hand landed hard on his backside the sound of the slap echoing loudly in the room. The Master paused and Jack not wanting to anger the Master further responded as he'd been told too.
"One."
The hand descended again harder than last time, a quick bright flare of pain.
"Two."
The Master hit Jack again and again his hand torturing the delicate skin of Jack's ass while Jack counted out the beats in an increasingly shaky voice. Finally they reached fifteen.
"How are you doing Jack?"
"I.. I..I don't.. Please."
Jack had no idea what he was saying, no idea what he was asking for but the Master didn't seem to mind. He shushed him, rocking Jack gently in his arms muttering honey sweet words which Jack was positive he didn't actually mean. But it didn't matter. He was being held and it felt wonderful. It was too much, too much but for that moment he could not think, not feel, just concentrate on the feel of the Master's arms around him, the musk of his scent, while everything else even the throbbing pain in his ass faded to nothingness.
Reality intruded a few moment's later with the sound of the Master's voice.
"I don't think we're quite done yet Jack do you? Let me see, you spat in my face, you weren't appreciative of my lovely gift to you earlier and you laughed at me. I think that deserves more than 15 smacks. Why don't you tell me Jack - how many more times should I hit you?"
"I…I"
"Shush it's OK Jack. It's OK. How many? You were very bad Jack and you upset your Master. You need to be punished. How many times should I hit you?"
Jack could feel his grasp on himself slip a little further as the Master calmly asked him to choose his own punishment. He didn't want to pick too high a number but didn't want to pick a low number in case he angered him.
"Twenty five" He rasped out.
"Twenty five. An excellent choice. Shall we?"
Jack relaxed his body as best he could over the Master's lap as the beating began again. The pain grew and grew until it was a part of his very being. He was crying and shaking but he didn't care. The pain was cathartic - it made him feel reborn. He began to anticipate the hits, moving his body into them, absorbing the blows. He was boiling hot, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the duvet below. He was embarrassed to discover that he was rock hard, that he was practically humping the Master's leg with every beating but the Master didn't seem to mind. In fact he seemed greatly amused by the whole thing.
It all stopped and Jack was raw and scared and embarrassed and hard and screaming for release. He reached down to touch himself and the Master slapped his hand away.
"No touching unless you're told too Jack."
Jack growled in frustration and the Master laughed again, delighted at Jack's predicament.
"So impatient. I said I'd take care of you didn't I?"
The Master pulled Jack up positioning him on his hands and knees on the bed, spreading his legs as wide as they would go.
"Beautiful Jack. So beautiful." The Master murmured as his hands ran gently down Jack's back, tracing the length of his spine until they reached his backside kneading and cupping the tender flesh.
Some lonely sane part of Jack's mind was slightly horrified at the fact that he seemed to be whimpering but all rational thought fled as the Master leaned down and rested his cheek against Jack's backside - the smooth skin of his cheek a cooling balm on his enflamed skin. The Master exhaled loudly his breath caressing Jack's opening making him shiver uncontrollably.
Before Jack had time to think he felt something cold and wet being slicked onto his entrance before the Master's finger roughly breached him. There was no gentleness, no finesse, just two fingers plunging in and out of his body roughly preparing him for his Master.
"Ask me nicely Jack."
"Please!"
"Please what Jack? Contrary to whatever nonsense the Doctor may have told you I'm not a mind reader. So you have to tell me exactly what you want."
Drowning in shame Jack whispered "Please fuck me Master."
"Well seeing as how you asked so nicely."
Jack heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and then the Master was forcing himself balls deep into Jack.
Jack couldn't breathe, he felt like he was being split in two. The Master had used precious little lubricant instead using brute force to push his way into Jack's unyielding body. Jack was used to sex. He'd been fucked plenty of times by human and alien alike, and it hadn't always been exactly consensual. But this was something else. This was pure violation, a demonstration of the Master's power over Jack. The Master hadn't even stripped, he was still fully clothed, the zip of his trousers rubbing painfully against Jack with every thrust.
The Master kicked Jack's knees even further apart and pulled all the way out of him slamming back in with a force that pushed Jack further up the bed causing him to shriek in pain. It went on forever, the Master driving harder and harder into Jack's defenceless body as Jack writhed in mingled pleasure/pain, his arms shaking with the sheer effort of keeping him upright. In the end he gave up the battle letting his upper body drop to the mattress, ass raised high in the air as the Master continued to pound into him. The Master giggled at the sight of Jack spread beneath him, the picture of perfect submission and began to thrust into him as hard as he could the bed rocking with their efforts.
Jack felt as if he was going to explode. His very being had been reduced to the feel of the Master inside him, taking him, marking him as his. Just when he felt that he couldn't possibly take it any longer he heard the Master's voice in his ear.
"Come for me Jack."
And Jack obeyed without question, back arching, screaming his release to the heavens.
He awoke to the wondrous feel of a soft bed cushioning his front and the Master, still fully dressed draped over his back. He felt…peaceful. Warm. Safe. But the peace was short lived as the full horror and shame of how he had acted hit him. He'd begged to be fucked by a man who had murdered billions. Begged to be used by a man who had enslaved humanity. Begged to be violated by a man who used him as his own personal punching bag and who enjoyed nothing more than inventing ever more unique ways to degrade the Doctor. He couldn't give into this could he? He couldn't, he couldn't.
Jack shrugged the Master off him moving every inch of himself away from the tempting warmth radiating from him. The Master sighed again, a sorrowful sound which enveloped Jack and made him feel guilty even though he didn't understand why.
"It's OK Jack. You're just not quite there yet. But you will be soon. I promise you that."
The Master kneed Jack in the back, the viciousness of the motion sending Jack flying off the edge of the bed. He landed heavily face down, the force of the impact causing his teeth to rattle in his head. Dazed he tried to lift himself upright only to find that all his strength had deserted him. The Master's feet swam into his peripheral vision once more and stopped inches from his face. Utterly exhausted, body beyond the point of pain Jack made his choice.
He lowered his head slowly to the floor and eyes screwed tightly shut pressed the lightest of kisses to the Master's shoe.
The Master laughed again, a pure, beautiful sound as he walked away leaving Jack prostrate on the floor of his quarters.
"Soon Jack. Soon."
Author:
fairyd123Pairing: Jack/Master
Rating: NC:17
Spoilers: The Sound of Drums, Last of the Timelords
Disclaimers: Not mine alas but the fun we'd have if they were!
Summary: During his year of hell on the Valiant the Master teaches Jack the true meaning of submission.
Jack had always sworn that no matter what happened to him in his life he would never beg anyone for anything
No matter what happened he would never falter, never bend, never break.
That conviction seemed laughable now.
He'd always known that travelling with the Doctor had its downside. Always determined to do the right thing, thwarting psychotic aliens and monsters hell bent on world domination was pretty much all in a day's work for the Doctor. Even on Game Station 5, when he'd kissed the Doctor goodbye and gone off on a suicide mission against an invading army of Daleks Jack had never truly been afraid. Because the Doctor, his brilliant, insufferable, perplexing Doctor always found a way. No matter how bleak the situation, no matter how terrible the odds the Doctor always came through. Good always prevailed and the meek inherited whatever planet the Doctor happened to be on at the time. That was the way it was supposed to go. But not this time.
Jack shuffled slightly in his chains desperately trying to ease the agonising pull in his shoulders and neck. He didn't know how long it had been, since the Toclafane had descended through a rip in time and space, since the world below had started to resemble a Hieronymus Bosch painting. His grasp on reality was beginning to slip he knew and he was struggling increasingly to remember a time when he hadn't been the Master's pretty pet - there to be used and abused. The novelty of having an unkillable man in his power had yet to wear off for the Master and he had such a vivid imagination.
They'd put him in the chains three days ago. He had his own cell, tucked away in the bowels of the ship but from time to time the Master liked him to be put on display - his pain and weakness there for all to see. He was spread-eagled, wrists and ankles encased in heavy metal. The ache in his shoulders and back was constant, wearing away at his will. There was no give in the chains, no position he could adopt that would give him any respite. He was beyond tired but he couldn't sleep. The two times he had dozed off he'd woken with a scream, agony coursing through his body, his arms aching from the strain of holding his body's weight while he slept. And it was so fucking hot. His clothes were soaked through; sweat dripping down his face making deep tracks in the filth that had settled there.
A memory surfaced of him blissfully sinking deep into perfumed water, a hard warm body in his arms, bright blue eyes and beautiful sing song voice, laughing as Jack splashed him and blew bubbles onto his naked body. Jack blinked the image away. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Master found his team, if they weren't already dead. Before the Master gave Jack a personal demonstration of just how effective the Toclafane's weapons were against vulnerable human flesh. And on that day he knew he would be truly lost. The slim hope that his team, that Ianto, may still be out there somewhere, surviving, was all that was keeping him alive.
The clattering of boots on the metallic walk way signalled the approach of the Master's guards. Jack didn't even bother to look up, just hung there limply from his bonds, battling the pain from his over stretched muscles. In the beginning he'd tried desperately to make allies with the others on board. His entreaties to Lucy fell on deaf ears. She was little more than a broken china doll in thrall to the voices in her head. The Jones family meant well but they had no fire in them. They'd settled into their roles of housemaids and caretaker with frightening ease, too terrified that incurring the Master's wrath might mean Martha's end. And the guards? Well they just ignored him. Jack didn't know how they could turn on their own kind, how they could pretend not to see the devastation being wrought below. He had tried every conceivable approach from a spot of male bonding soldier to soldier to desperate flirtation in the hope that he would manage to convince one of them to join forces with him. But their loyalty to the Master was absolute.
One of the guards grabbed Jack's left wrist and before he realised what was happening his arm was released and he was falling forward. He bit back a scream as his body jerked to a stop, his entire weight supported by his right wrist. The guard simply snorted at Jack's agony and gestured with his head for one of the other guards to support Jack's weight. Within moments he was free and the relief he felt at not being chained up anymore was suddenly so overwhelming that he found himself wanting to sob.
"Can you walk?" The heavy set man in charge asked.
"Do I fucking look like I can walk?" Jack choked out.
The slap was not unexpected but hurt more than it should, snapping his head back with its force. They couldn't punch him - the Master didn't allow it but the occasional slap was acceptable as long as it didn't leave too much of a mark. He was hauled up unceremoniously from his slumped position and dragged down the corridor a guard on either side of him supporting his weight. Jack laughed as he watched them try to touch as little of him as possible, heads leaning far away from him. He was filthy, layer after layer of grime making his skin itch until he just wanted to scratch and scratch until he bled. And he knew that he stank, how could he not when he hadn't bathed in days.
The pitiful procession stopped abruptly in front of the shower room and Jack was held still while the head guard methodically ripped the clothes from his body, keen to do the task as quickly as possible before Jack's stench overwhelmed him. Ordinarily Jack would have viewed being naked in front of a group of guys in uniform as a great start to the day. After all Jack had never exactly been shy about his body. He was supremely comfortable within his own skin and had never understood this peculiar 21st century hang up about nudity. One of his favourite past times was to wander naked through the Hub when his team least expected it. It was entirely worth Owen's howls of outrage just to see the eyes of his wonderfully proper Ianto glaze over with lust or Tosh, skin a beautiful shade of rose, cast furtive glances at his body as he walked past. But that bravado was long gone now. Bludgeoned out of him by the Master after months of captivity and now all Jack felt was sheer humiliation at being naked in front of the Master's minions.
The door opened and Jack was dropped to the floor of the shower room. Even though he was unchained he knew there was little point trying to make a break for it. The few times he had tried it had ended the same way - with him dying spectacularly in a hail of bullets. Not that he could run even if he wanted to. He was shaking like a leaf, muscles in spasm as they tried to relax after days of being stretched taut. Jack was well aware of how pathetic he must look to the guards' eyes, head bowed, a naked and shivering heap on the floor. He steadied his breathing and tried not to panic at this unexpected change in routine. The Master had often remarked on how much he enjoyed seeing Jack rotting away covered in his own filth. If he wanted him clean it was because the Master wanted to touch Jack. Jack began to shake even more as he remembered the last time the Master had deigned to touch him. By the time he'd finished raping Jack's mind and inflicting wound after wound on his vulnerable body he'd been openly cursing the Doctor and Rose for inflicting immortality on him when death would have been a blessing.
Jack cried out softly as the water was switched on and a torrent of water hit him. A bar of cheap soap was pressed into his hands and he proceeded to try and clean himself as best he could. The water was lukewarm, the pressure hard enough that it felt like needles jabbing the abused flesh of his body and the soap smelt unpleasantly like pine disinfectant but after days of sweating in his chains the prospect of being clean again, even if it was a precursor to more pain was heaven to Jack. He leaned his head back letting his mind drift until he was blind and deaf to anything but the caress of the water on his skin.
His moment of peace was short lived. The impatient guards terrified of the consequences of keeping their lord and master waiting dragged Jack out of the shower, dressing him in a simple cotton robe before marching Jack to the deck of the Valiant. As he entered he could see the Doctor sat in his wheelchair in the corner, arthritic body painfully hunched over, rheumy eyes looking at Jack with great sadness.
"Jack". The Master exclaimed happily racing over to meet his captive.
"Handsome Jack, looking all shiny again. Doesn't he look pretty Doctor?"
The Doctor gave Jack a look of black despair which frightened Jack more than any of the atrocities the Master had inflicted on him.
The guards held Jack tight in a death grip while the Master stroked his finger up and down Jack's cheek with deceptive gentleness.
"How are you Jack? I do hope you're enjoying your stay at Chez Valiant. Granted the accommodation may be a little basic although judging from your reputation I would think that a man of your appetites would appreciate the useful addition of chains and handcuffs in every room, and well admittedly the menu is rather bland but so far we haven't had any complaints from the other residents."
The Master looked at the Doctor who gazed down at his withered hands handcuffed to the arms of his wheelchair and remained silent.
"It's not quite five star but it'll do." The Master giggled at his own joke.
"What do you think Jack?"
The logical part of Jack's brain knew that spitting in the Master's face wasn't exactly the best method of ensuring his survival but hey it did make him feel better.
The Master calmly wiped the spittle from his face smiling pleasantly at Jack as he did. His face didn't change as he retrieved his laser screwdriver from his pocket and thumbed it casually in Jack's direction.
White hot pain tore through Jack and he was screaming before he realised that he had sworn never to give the Master the pleasure of hearing just how much pain he was in.
"Get out." The Master snarled at the guards who gratefully dropped the convulsing Jack to his knees and fled.
The pain stopped and Jack gulped in huge lung fulls of air tensing himself against the next attack.
The Master stepped forward, grabbed a handful of Jack's hair and pulled him unsteadily to his feet. While Jack swayed struggling to remain upright the Master tugged at the cotton robe covering Jack tearing it from his body. With a theatrical flourish he hurled it across the room. It landed in an undignified heap on the Doctor's head - shielding him from Jack's view. Jack fought back a sob - how the hell had they both been reduced to this? He had gone to war when he was little more than a child, had seen his best friend tortured to death in front of him, had battled the time agency, fought Daleks, and had even cheated death herself but he was utterly powerless against one unhinged alien with a laser.
The Master kicked Jack's legs out from under him sending his knees slamming into the floor. Jack bit back a cry breaking his own lip in the process. The Master moved behind Jack's kneeling naked form and slid his hand into Jack's hair yanking backwards pulling Jack firmly back against him.
"That wasn't very friendly Jack. I mean I try and be nice, release you from your chains, get you all cleaned up so that we can spend a little quality time together and this is the gratitude I get?"
The Master leaned forward whispering the words into Jack's ear.
"I'm feeling very unappreciated Jack. Thank me for being so nice to you."
The floor was hard and cold beneath his knees and the Master's grip in his hair was harsh and unyielding.
"Thank you Master" Jack rasped out obediently, hating himself with every syllable.
The Master instantly released his death grip.
"There that wasn't so hard was it?" The Master reached down, his finger tracing Jack's broken lip collecting blood as it went. He raised the finger to Jack's mouth and paused. The urge to turn his face away or bite at the offending digit was overwhelming but Jack was so so tired. He so desperately wanted to be strong, to be stoic in the face of the Master's torture, but sometimes all he wanted was to not be in pain for a few hours. Jack parted his lips and clamped down on the urge to bite the fucker's finger off letting him slide it in and out of his mouth, over and over.
"Lick it clean Jack."
Jack begrudgingly complied, tongue delicately wiping every trace of his blood from the Master's finger. Satisfied the Master withdrew and began to absentmindedly stroke Jack's hair. Jack longed to move away but it had been so long since he had anyone touch him that as unwanted as the affection was it was still nice just for that moment to lean back ever so slightly into the solid warmth of the Master's body, to allow himself to be gentled by the Master's clever hands. He could see the Master reflected in the glass wall in front of him, a picture of strength with his pet cowering at his feet. And as much as Jack wanted to wipe that insufferably smug smile off his face he knew that if he was ever going to make it out of this with his mind intact he was going to have to trade his dignity for the occasional moment of peace.
Jack moved back ever so slightly into his touch, dropping his head submissively. His reward was a delighted chuckle from the Master and an arm snaking round his chest holding him close. Keeping him safe.
"Good boy" The sneering insult made Jack stiffen again, cheeks aflame.
"I've got something pretty for you Jack. Wait right there. In fact……Stay."
Jack tried not to be disappointed at the loss of the warmth against his back and remained where he was head bowed.
He started at the sudden feel of metal on his neck. Looking up at his reflection in surprise he saw that the Master had fastened a thin delicate looking silver collar around his neck. A single ring was set into the collar onto which the Master clipped a long chain. The metal was ice cold against his skin and cinched tight enough that he could feel the metal move with him every time he took a breath.
"Get this off me" Jack snarled.
"My, my Jack we are being particularly ungrateful today. I buy my favourite pet a shiny new collar, make him look all pretty and all he does is whine. It's just not on Jack. Not on at all. "
"I am not your fucking pet" Jack spat out with as much venom as he could muster.
Infuriatingly the Master just threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"Sweet silly little Jack - of course you are you just haven't accepted it yet. But enough chat. Time for walkies."
Before Jack could respond the Master had stalked away towards the door, metal chain still in his hand.
As the Master reached the door the chain pulled taut, metal biting cruelly into the flesh of Jack's neck ripping his breath from him. Jack started to flail, mouth opening and closing like a fish, face turning steadily redder and redder. The Master, whose progress had been halted by the sudden dead weight on the other end of the chain, looked back over his shoulder glaring at Jack impatiently.
Somehow Jack managed to get his increasingly oxygen deprived brain to send instructions to his shaky legs to crawl in the Master's direction. As he moved closer the chain slackened bringing glorious air rushing back into Jack's lungs.
"Grasped the concept now have we? I appreciate that you're a little slow Jack but really that was dim even for you. Now be a good boy will you. I haven't got all day"
Jack lacked both the breath and the energy to retort and so settled for getting his uncooperative limbs to move so that he could follow the Master. Jack had endured months of torture at the Master's hands but this level of humiliation was definitely a new low, having to crawl naked on his hands and knees, on a leash, along the walkways of the Valiant, the coarse surface of the floor scraping the flesh off his knees. The Master walked quickly forcing Jack to keep pace, never allowing his hold on the leash to slacken sufficiently to allow Jack to stand up. They passed Francine and Tish who tried to blend with the walls as the Master passed them, terrified of his very presence. The pity in their eyes at his abject humiliation was almost more than Jack could bear and he kept his head bowed from then on, refusing to look up whenever he heard footsteps approach.
After what felt like an eternity Jack was manoeuvred through a doorway and his knees sank into warm plush carpet. Looking up he realised he was in the Master's quarters. The place was ridiculously ostentatious. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, the walls were covered with priceless art and the furniture was made up of the remnants of a dozen lost civilizations, all stolen from the Tardis. The Master's feet appeared in Jack's line of vision.
"Show your Master how much you love him Jack." Jack gazed at the Master's insanely cheery grin with incomprehension.
"Oh Jack, Jack, Jack. If I have to spell everything out this really is going to take a while. " The Master intoned, his voice stern but affectionate as if he was ticking off a recalcitrant child.
"Jack I am your Master. And you are my very pretty little pet to do with as I please. You are here to serve me Jack, to fulfil my needs as I see fit. And I promise you that if you behave you'll see what a very good Master I can be. Now show me how much you love me and kiss my feet."
Jack responded the only way he could in the face of such madness and threw back his head and laughed. It was a desperate sound; even to his ears it was clear he was verging on the edge of hysteria with insanity threatening to engulf him. Sometimes he thought it would be just so much easier if he did give in to insanity's siren call. Would it hurt so much if he didn't understand what was going on?
"So that would be a no then?" the Master asked in a deceptively calm tone. Jack stiffened expecting a boot to the chin and was surprised when no violence was immediately forthcoming. The Master just looked at him, in a way that made Jack feel that he was stripping him layer by layer seeing right through to his very core. Jack didn't like it. He'd rather be screaming in pain then have the Master look at him like that, look at him like he knows him, understands him.
"It's OK Jack. I understand. You're afraid to submit to your new position. I'm not surprised."
The Master lowered himself to the floor leaning over Jack's naked figure, his chest tight to Jack's back, his clothed crotch held firm against Jack's backside. He whispered directly into Jack's ears, his breath wafting over Jack's face.
"You thought you'd already found your master didn't you Jack? Someone to tell you what to do, someone to give your life meaning, someone to hold you close and keep you safe when all around you was descending into chaos. You gave yourself over entirely to the Doctor didn't you Jack? He made you a better person and you repaid him by willingly sacrificing your life simply to buy him enough time for a task he didn't even have the balls to complete. And how did he repay you for your efforts?"
The Master began to stroke Jack's hair again, seemingly fascinated by the feel of the silky strands slipping through his fingers. His voice was now so low it was barely audible and yet the sound seemed to reverberate in Jack's head. Jack closed his eyes tight trying desperately to ignore the seductive mocking voice.
"Was he grateful Jack? Was he thrilled that the universe had seen fit to return you to him?
No. Instead he was appalled at the very fact of your existence. He left you Jack. Left you stranded on a space station surrounded by the ashes of human and Daleks alike and he didn't look back. I bet you pined for them didn't you Jack? The Doctor and his precious fucking Rose. But do you actually think they gave you a second's thought while they were gallivanting across time and space? You were nothing to them Jack. Hell, you followed him to the very end of the universe Jack and all he did was deliver you to me. And he hasn't really tried all that hard to get me to stop hurting you has he? All those years of knowing each other the Doctor knows exactly what buttons to press and yet, he's been rather passive. It's almost like he enjoys my company and doesn't want to do anything that would mean we would have to part.
You worshipped the Doctor and all he gave you was a lifetime…well several in fact, of agonising pain. He was a very, very bad master Jack. But I'm not like him."
The Master leaned hard into Jack pressing his burgeoning erection against him making Jack shiver.
"I know how to look after my toys Jack. Give yourself to me and all you need to worry about is making me happy. Wouldn't that be nice? A wonderful, simple life. I'll take all those burdens away from you Jack, keep you here, warm, well fed and safe and sound and all you have to do in return is do whatever I tell you without hesitation. It seems like a pretty good deal to me Jack."
But it wasn't was it? Jack couldn't, wouldn't give himself to the man who had chained him up and tortured him for months on end. But the thought of no more pain, no more having to worry about anything but himself and the Master was so tempting, so tempting…..
The Master sensed Jack's refusal and sighed heavily. He hauled himself to his feet ripping a chunk of Jack's hair away from his scalp as he did so. Jack cried out in pain, hands cradling his aching head.
"I can give you either pleasure or pain Jack. Remember that you chose this"
Jack looked up in time to see the Master's laser screwdriver pointed at his prone figure before the pain hit him. His vision blurred as his nerve endings begin to sing in sheer agony. He squirmed on the floor mouth open in a silent scream. Time ceased to have meaning; there was nothing in the world for Jack but the pain. After an interminable period of time it stopped and Jack started to sob with relief.
At the sound of the Master's footsteps he began to shake even harder. "No please no. Not again. Please."
He'd been bought so low begging at this stage was nothing to him.
"Please Master please."
"Jack I told you - I can stop this at any time. All you need to do is choose correctly."
The Master pointed his infernal screwdriver at the sobbing Jack but then seemed to change his mind and lowered his hand.
"Jack. Jack look at me."
With a great deal of effort Jack uncoiled himself from the foetal position he had curled into at the sight of the laser screwdriver and looked into the Master's eyes.
"This is all getting a bit repetitive wouldn't you agree? And I have a really low boredom threshold Jack. And it's all just so unnecessary. The only person you're fighting is yourself. You'll give into me Jack. I know you. I know you will. A couple of months from now I'll bend you over the table on the main deck and fuck you senseless while my men execute Martha's waste of space of a family right in front of you and you won't even care. The world could burn Jack and you won't care, because you've got me. And I won't ever leave you. I promise you that."
"Is that a promise or a threat?" Jack croaked out.
The Master laughed. "Both I think. You spat at me Jack, you laughed at me. You need to be punished for that. But I can be kind….well sometimes. I think perhaps a more traditional means of punishment is required."
The Master settled himself comfortably on the huge bed dominating the room. Beaming once more at Jack he patted his thigh "Come on Jack. Over your Master's knee you go."
Whatever tiny shreds of dignity Jack may have had left shrivelled up and died at the Master's words. Feeling exhausted and so, so raw Jack stumbled over to the bed positioning himself over the Master's fully clothed body so that his naked ass was cradled in the Master's lap.
"I think we'll start with 15 and go from there. Oh and Jack I want you to count after each hit."
Jack yelped with shock as the Master's hand landed hard on his backside the sound of the slap echoing loudly in the room. The Master paused and Jack not wanting to anger the Master further responded as he'd been told too.
"One."
The hand descended again harder than last time, a quick bright flare of pain.
"Two."
The Master hit Jack again and again his hand torturing the delicate skin of Jack's ass while Jack counted out the beats in an increasingly shaky voice. Finally they reached fifteen.
"How are you doing Jack?"
"I.. I..I don't.. Please."
Jack had no idea what he was saying, no idea what he was asking for but the Master didn't seem to mind. He shushed him, rocking Jack gently in his arms muttering honey sweet words which Jack was positive he didn't actually mean. But it didn't matter. He was being held and it felt wonderful. It was too much, too much but for that moment he could not think, not feel, just concentrate on the feel of the Master's arms around him, the musk of his scent, while everything else even the throbbing pain in his ass faded to nothingness.
Reality intruded a few moment's later with the sound of the Master's voice.
"I don't think we're quite done yet Jack do you? Let me see, you spat in my face, you weren't appreciative of my lovely gift to you earlier and you laughed at me. I think that deserves more than 15 smacks. Why don't you tell me Jack - how many more times should I hit you?"
"I…I"
"Shush it's OK Jack. It's OK. How many? You were very bad Jack and you upset your Master. You need to be punished. How many times should I hit you?"
Jack could feel his grasp on himself slip a little further as the Master calmly asked him to choose his own punishment. He didn't want to pick too high a number but didn't want to pick a low number in case he angered him.
"Twenty five" He rasped out.
"Twenty five. An excellent choice. Shall we?"
Jack relaxed his body as best he could over the Master's lap as the beating began again. The pain grew and grew until it was a part of his very being. He was crying and shaking but he didn't care. The pain was cathartic - it made him feel reborn. He began to anticipate the hits, moving his body into them, absorbing the blows. He was boiling hot, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the duvet below. He was embarrassed to discover that he was rock hard, that he was practically humping the Master's leg with every beating but the Master didn't seem to mind. In fact he seemed greatly amused by the whole thing.
It all stopped and Jack was raw and scared and embarrassed and hard and screaming for release. He reached down to touch himself and the Master slapped his hand away.
"No touching unless you're told too Jack."
Jack growled in frustration and the Master laughed again, delighted at Jack's predicament.
"So impatient. I said I'd take care of you didn't I?"
The Master pulled Jack up positioning him on his hands and knees on the bed, spreading his legs as wide as they would go.
"Beautiful Jack. So beautiful." The Master murmured as his hands ran gently down Jack's back, tracing the length of his spine until they reached his backside kneading and cupping the tender flesh.
Some lonely sane part of Jack's mind was slightly horrified at the fact that he seemed to be whimpering but all rational thought fled as the Master leaned down and rested his cheek against Jack's backside - the smooth skin of his cheek a cooling balm on his enflamed skin. The Master exhaled loudly his breath caressing Jack's opening making him shiver uncontrollably.
Before Jack had time to think he felt something cold and wet being slicked onto his entrance before the Master's finger roughly breached him. There was no gentleness, no finesse, just two fingers plunging in and out of his body roughly preparing him for his Master.
"Ask me nicely Jack."
"Please!"
"Please what Jack? Contrary to whatever nonsense the Doctor may have told you I'm not a mind reader. So you have to tell me exactly what you want."
Drowning in shame Jack whispered "Please fuck me Master."
"Well seeing as how you asked so nicely."
Jack heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and then the Master was forcing himself balls deep into Jack.
Jack couldn't breathe, he felt like he was being split in two. The Master had used precious little lubricant instead using brute force to push his way into Jack's unyielding body. Jack was used to sex. He'd been fucked plenty of times by human and alien alike, and it hadn't always been exactly consensual. But this was something else. This was pure violation, a demonstration of the Master's power over Jack. The Master hadn't even stripped, he was still fully clothed, the zip of his trousers rubbing painfully against Jack with every thrust.
The Master kicked Jack's knees even further apart and pulled all the way out of him slamming back in with a force that pushed Jack further up the bed causing him to shriek in pain. It went on forever, the Master driving harder and harder into Jack's defenceless body as Jack writhed in mingled pleasure/pain, his arms shaking with the sheer effort of keeping him upright. In the end he gave up the battle letting his upper body drop to the mattress, ass raised high in the air as the Master continued to pound into him. The Master giggled at the sight of Jack spread beneath him, the picture of perfect submission and began to thrust into him as hard as he could the bed rocking with their efforts.
Jack felt as if he was going to explode. His very being had been reduced to the feel of the Master inside him, taking him, marking him as his. Just when he felt that he couldn't possibly take it any longer he heard the Master's voice in his ear.
"Come for me Jack."
And Jack obeyed without question, back arching, screaming his release to the heavens.
He awoke to the wondrous feel of a soft bed cushioning his front and the Master, still fully dressed draped over his back. He felt…peaceful. Warm. Safe. But the peace was short lived as the full horror and shame of how he had acted hit him. He'd begged to be fucked by a man who had murdered billions. Begged to be used by a man who had enslaved humanity. Begged to be violated by a man who used him as his own personal punching bag and who enjoyed nothing more than inventing ever more unique ways to degrade the Doctor. He couldn't give into this could he? He couldn't, he couldn't.
Jack shrugged the Master off him moving every inch of himself away from the tempting warmth radiating from him. The Master sighed again, a sorrowful sound which enveloped Jack and made him feel guilty even though he didn't understand why.
"It's OK Jack. You're just not quite there yet. But you will be soon. I promise you that."
The Master kneed Jack in the back, the viciousness of the motion sending Jack flying off the edge of the bed. He landed heavily face down, the force of the impact causing his teeth to rattle in his head. Dazed he tried to lift himself upright only to find that all his strength had deserted him. The Master's feet swam into his peripheral vision once more and stopped inches from his face. Utterly exhausted, body beyond the point of pain Jack made his choice.
He lowered his head slowly to the floor and eyes screwed tightly shut pressed the lightest of kisses to the Master's shoe.
The Master laughed again, a pure, beautiful sound as he walked away leaving Jack prostrate on the floor of his quarters.
"Soon Jack. Soon."
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Date: 2007-08-26 07:21 pm (UTC)I liked the Master's summing up of Jack's feelings for the Doctor, because really, not that far off.
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Date: 2007-08-26 07:26 pm (UTC)I'm pleased you liked it. And I really do hope that they do even in a very minor way bring up Jack's thoughts on his year of captivity in Torchwood. Because even without any sexual element Jack has just been a year of extreme torture - which he gets the joy of remembering even though it didn't "happen" - no way would that not affect him.
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Date: 2007-08-26 07:36 pm (UTC)It's going to be worse if he's only been gone a short while too, because the others are going to be annoyed with him for leaving with absolutely no idea what happened to him. Or even the concept that there was any time for anything to happen in.
That said I should imagine TPTB will just gloss over it.
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Date: 2007-08-27 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 11:12 pm (UTC)My final peeve is silly, but still - I can't see how in the hell the Master managed to knee Jack in the back from the positions you have them in and it'a annoying me.
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Date: 2007-08-27 12:05 am (UTC)Eh kneed him in the back, shoved him in the side with his knee -kicked him off the bed is basically what I was going for!
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Date: 2007-08-27 12:14 am (UTC)The grammr is a lack of commas throughout the story. I'd give examples, but I'm half-asleep and would probably miss the TARDIS landing in the street.
I'll look tomorrow?
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:49 pm (UTC)It was dom/sub & some S&M, which makes it difficult for some readers. But given that imprisonment and torture are the only Jack/Master interaction we know of, what else could it be?
And I thought it was nicely written. I like the descriptions ('the world below had started to resemble a Hieronymus Bosch painting' is particularly good), and the 'voices' sound right to me.
Astrothsknot is right about the commas, though. It would be easier to read if you broke up some of the run-on sentences, as I've done here (I hope you don't mind!):
'He had tried every conceivable approach - from a spot of male bonding soldier to soldier to desperate flirtation - in the hope that he would manage to convince one of them to join forces with him'.
And here (I also added names, where it began to be confusing as to who had done what to whom):
'By the time The Master had finished raping Jack's mind, and inflicting wound after wound on his vulnerable body, Jack had been openly cursing the Doctor and Rose for inflicting immortality on him, when death would have been a blessing.'