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Dangerous Methods

Joy

"I'll be fine," Jack said with that tone that brooked no argument. "Go upstairs and tell security that I'm disabling the camera in the room. Go." He dismissed the guards with a smirk that let them think he was going to have a little torture fun with their guest that shouldn't be caught on tape. They left and he closed the door, locking it with a slide of his key card.

He still wasn't sure that this was a good idea, but he was tired of the dreams, tired of wondering where all those innocently made touches would lead. Tired of wanting and not having.

He wasn't sure if it was out of an inner need to smack the snake stupid or if he simply wanted to fuck him because he looked like a long-lost lover, but Jack had the uncomfortable feeling that it was both. Now was the time to find out before he got rid of the snake and sent him packing to Baal, who, Jack felt, wouldn't have nearly as much fun with him as he was about to.

After a moment, Camulus looked up from the book he was trying to read, then tossed it dismissively on the room's table. He gave Jack an amused grin, looking over the zat Jack pointed at him and the black bag he held in the other hand.

"So, you have finally come to your senses and are here to torture information from me."

"In a manner of speaking," Jack said, then gestured with the point of the zat as he set the bag on the foot of the large bed. He gave Camulus a strange smile, then pointed at the bed. "First thing. Don't make me use this past the point that would be contrary to your continued good health. Not that I believe for an instant that you want to die. But just in case you don't think I'll risk losing you, I do have another version of this handy little thing that won't kill..." and Jack pulled the stun baton from the bag and switched it on. "Well, immediately anyway." He pressed a button and let Camulus see the small electrical current move from one metal point to the other. "However prolonged contact may just stop your heart. Bottom line, the damn thing incapacitates, one way or another. I suggest you avoid that happening."

"Understood," Camulus answered, glaring at Jack with dark arousal, the kind of arousal Jack was familiar with already, having watched Daniel with the snake. "And the second thing?"

"Information."

"What do you wish to know?" Camulus asked, giving Jack that smug grin.

Jack smiled. "Oh, it's not going to be that easy." He removed a camera and set it on a table to the left of the bed, away from reach, and made sure the entire bed was within frame. He set it to record and activated it. Turning away, he returned to the bed and pointed at Camulus with just the baton as he reached in the bag, then tossed him a set of metal handcuffs. "Get on the bed, hands at the left post and secure yourself there."

Camulus looked at the metal restraints. "These will not hold me. If you plan to torture me and I become enraged, my strength alone--"

"Oh put a sock in it."

Camulus' right eyebrow rose and Jack was privately impressed that the snake didn't rise to the bait in having his arrogance challenged.

"You wish to secure me with restraints that will not hold me," Camulus stated as he crawled onto the bed and knelt at the top left post, "then torture me for information? This does not make sense." He looked at the baton dubiously. "I could easily overtake you."

"And if you do, then I have this ready for you."

"But if you're in the middle of... doing something?"

"Hands tied," Jack reminded him. "You're in no position. Besides, this is my game, which is why you're in *that* position. Now, are you going to secure yourself or make me do it?"

Camulus smirked insolently and dropped the handcuffs on the bed. "You."

Jack looked at the baton, clicked the setting to low, then reached out and touched Camulus with it, watching as he fell violently back on the bed, cursing in Goa'uld. Jack sighed and shook his head.

"I really need to teach you to play Tau'ri poker, Camel."

Setting the weapon down, Jack moved quickly, securing Camulus' wrists to the handcuffs placed around the left bedpost. Yanking the comforter out from under the Goa'uld, he then stripped the top sheet off the bed as well. Ripping it in half, he set the pieces aside, yanked off the snake's utility boots, then paused, looking over his prisoner's well-conditioned body. He reached out and groped his groin through the utility jumpsuit, getting a good feel for what the snake possessed. Camulus groaned as he came back to full awareness and Jack stopped.

"This bother you?" Jack asked.

"No," Camulus replied thickly.

Jack rubbed again. Slowly. "Baal ever do this?"

"Not exactly," Camulus answered, grinding his teeth. "Is this how you plan to torture me?"

"I've only just started. Just you wait."

"This... is a waste... of strategy," Camulus told him as Jack stroked his thick erection through the jumpsuit.

"I watched you and Daniel from the security cameras," Jack said. When Camulus froze, he moved away and pulled a combat knife from the bag, asking, "He's really a good fuck, isn't he?"

"Yes," Camulus whispered, closing his eyes. "Are you planning on doing the same?"

Jack laid the flat of the blade over Camulus' cheek. "Now, don't jump ahead in the program, Cam. We'll get there, I promise you. Have to do this step by interesting step. You'll like it, I promise that, too."

Camulus only growled as Jack waved the knife over his face while his free hand undid the jumpsuit's neck-to-hip zipper. Camulus wasn't allowed undergarments so he wore no underwear, no t-shirt.

"Damn, that makes things easier," Jack murmured with a grin, sliding his hand underneath, caressing the skin, learning the play of muscle as it twitched under his touch. He moved upward over the abdomen, still moving side to side, and when he reached the man's chest, he cupped the left pectoral, rubbing the nipple with his thumb, then promptly pinched it hard.

Camulus hissed, arched his head back slightly, staring at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes found Jack's. "Pinching my nipple is not the means with which to torture me."

Jack straddled the man's hips and moved to the other nipple, pinching it, drawing it taut, then twisting. Camulus hissed again, and with it came a groan. Jack moved the knife over his face, placing the blade at a slight angle as he passed it over the upper lip and down slowly over the bottom lip, forcing Camulus' lips to part. He moved the blade away, drawing it down the chin. "I like this whole Don Johnson look you're going for here, but I'm thinking about shaving you. What do you think?"

Camulus gave him that confused and annoyed look, hating Jack's obscure Earth references. "Do what you will. I cannot stop you."

Jack moved the blade to his throat and leaned down, planting his free hand on the bed. "Yes, this is true, though you could if you wanted to." He brushed his lips lightly over Camulus' and backed away, watching as Camulus licked his lips and rubbed them together. The man's dark eyes seemed to examine every part of Jack's face; Jack found that strangely arousing. It was something Daniel did. "I should warn you that if I kiss you, and you decide to switch bodies, I've left orders to have me scanned after I leave this room, and to kill me if they find anyone else but me residing here."

Camulus went still. "As you are already aware, I told Daniel that I have no wish to leave this body under any circumstances."

"Just making sure."

"To state the obvious? I would take such measures myself, General."

Jack smiled. "Will you still call me General when I've got my dick in your ass?"

Camulus' cheeks flushed, just for a second, and Jack knew it wasn't from any embarrassment. "You are currently my superior. I would address you as such."

"So..." Jack said, his teasing voice gearing up, "that means you call Baal My Lord when he's fucking you?"

Camulus swallowed. "You assume that I actually have a choice in the matter."

Jack nodded and moved off, kneeling beside him. He looked at the man carefully, then began to cut at the jumpsuit. "Just for the record, Camulus, I don't like to be called by my rank. When I fuck someone, I fuck them as equals, even with you."

Camulus had no immediate answer. He was just a bit too preoccupied with having his jumpsuit torn off him, revealing lots of tanned muscle. Jack left half of the sleeves on his arms, but the rest was pulled down his legs and off his body. He stood at the foot of the bed and admired his handiwork, loving how Camulus was now pretty damn hard. Back to his bag, Jack pulled out a small package. Long white shoe laces.

"You really like this sort of game, don't you?" he asked, moving up over his legs, massaging Camulus' balls in one hand while he shook loose the laces.

"Yes," Camulus replied, keeping his eyes closed, then bucked when Jack's mouth engulfed the head of his cock. Jack sucked and tongued the hot skin, while arranging the laces and fitting them around Camulus' sac and the base of his cock. He tied it snug but not tight, loving the loud growling sound the man made. Pushing his thighs apart, Jack worked half the man's cock while his thumbs firmly caressed the insides of his thighs.

Camulus began to squirm, to buck, trying to get Jack to swallow him, but Jack abruptly pulled off and knelt back, licking his lips and stroking the Goa'uld's leaking cock.

"Baal do that?"

"Sometimes," Camulus answered.

"Ever make you come?"

"Yes."

"Ever swallow it?"

"No," he said, the tone full of disappointment.

Jack grabbed one of the ripped pieces of sheet and winding it into a rope-like shape, straddled the snake again, blindfolding him. Camulus gasped.

"This is torture?" he asked.

"You have no idea," Jack told him.

Taking the other cut sheet and folding it lengthwise, he moved quickly, gagging Camulus, making all further conversation impossible and the surprised shock on the Goa'uld's face--or what Jack could see anyway--make Jack's dick throb. Camulus now knew for certain that Jack's methods of interrogation were nothing like any he'd experienced.

"You look good," he whispered to the snake. "This is going to be fun." He pulled the large glass dildo from the bag and drizzled lube over it before bringing it to Camulus' ass and rubbing it against his hole. Camulus tensed. "Want me to stop?"

There was hesitation, then a shake of the head.

"Does your host want me to stop?" Jack then asked. Again, hesitation, then another shake of the head.

"You're lying."

Camulus shook his head and Jack ruthlessly pushed the dildo inside, watching the snake arch his head back and groan loudly. Snatching his hand forward, Jack yanked the towel gag off his mouth. "Speak the truth or this gets painful."

"I have a willing host."

Jack remembered what Daniel had told him of Baal's Lohtar. "You have a brainwashed slave as a host is what you mean," and he twisted the dildo, sought out the prostate, had Camulus writhing in ecstasy before he abruptly took it away and pulled the dildo from his body. He knew the snake was probably telling the truth but he couldn't let him know that. Not yet.

"No. My host found me in a temple; he was injured, as was I. We merged to save ourselves."

Figures, Jack, thought. Also a very human survival instinct. Damn. Well, what the hell. He may as well like something about the snake before he fucked him.

"What is that which you have placed on around my sexual organs?"

"It's called your cock, or your dick, or in medical terms, your penis, your balls, but what's on them is called shoe laces, meant for Tau'ri shoes. It's a good improvisation tool and its purpose is to keep you from coming."

"Coming?"

"This," Jack said and rubbed over the head, spreading the pre-come around the head. Camulus bit his lip and arched again and Jack withdrew his hand.

"I have used methods like this before. They will not work if you arouse me sufficiently," Camulus said.

Jack smiled. "Ah, but those were your methods, not mine." He reached for the gag to cover the Goa'uld's mouth again, but Camulus tried to fight, turning his head from side to side.

Jack looked at that mouth, at that tongue, and held off, deciding he had to have a taste. He laid over him, letting his weight fall, and kissed Camulus hard, marveling at the Goa'uld's moaning. It intensified the kiss until Jack had to break away. Daniel was right. Sonofabitch kissed good.

Jack's fingers twisted in Camulus' hair, holding him still, revelling in Camulus' reactive body underneath him as he began to thrust against him. When he finally broke the kiss, leaving them both panting, Camulus' voice lost its Goa'uld resonance.

"Please," he said.

Curious, Jack thought, but he didn't for a minute believe that the host was talking. Didn't matter. He loved that he was making Camulus beg.

"Please what? You're going to have to be very specific with me. Very specific."

"I want more. I want you to mate with me."

"It's called fucking. You want me to fuck you, don't you, Cam?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me."

"Now that you know what to say, beg, don't ask."

"I... don't beg."

"We'll see," Jack said, then suddenly slid down his body and took a nipple between his teeth, sucking it taut, flicking it hard with his tongue.

Camulus yanked hard at the cuffs, but they didn't budge. He tried to see underneath the blindfold, but it was impossible. Watching him, Jack smiled around the nipple and pushed up on his hands, locking his elbows.

"C'mon, you didn't think for one moment that I'd use regular metal, did you?"

Camulus yanked again, though not as hard, and his body tried to relax. Or more like, he tried to give in. "I take it you've used trinium to make these restraints?"

"They work good, don't they?"

"What else have--"

"Aht!" Jack said, reaching up and clapping his hand over Camulus' mouth. "You don't get to ask any questions right now." He paused, then licked over Camulus' nipple. "Now, you will tell me what it would take to mount a successful attack against Baal."

Jack then followed his words with the replacement of the gag around Camulus' mouth. Camulus moaned, trying to speak, but when Jack moved down his body and took his cock in hand, squeezing just under the head, and ran his tongue flat over the now overly sensitive surface, Camulus' garbled sounds became hisses and true moans. Jack's free hand moved below, locating the indentation in his perineum and pressing in, moved his fingertips in tiny circles. Camulus spread his legs and raised his hips off the bed.

Jack grinned around his cock. "Daniel said you were a slut. And yes, it's quite obvious that I don't want information, but it doesn't mean I still don't want to torture you... in my own way."

If Jack had left the gag off, he knew for certain that Camulus would have told him all he needed to know, except... Daniel had already gotten that information. Jack purposely meant to confuse, to scramble the Goa'uld's thoughts, keep him off-balance, even through sex. Or perhaps, especially through sex. Baal may have given him pleasure from time to time, but Jack had a feeling that that sort of pleasure wasn't what Camulus was used to. He'd become addicted to Daniel's methods.

Now it was time for Jack's.

Arriving home, Daniel found the camera Jack used sitting on the kitchen counter. The accompanying note read, "Watch, enjoy, and call me in approximately 2 hours and 6 minutes to take advantage of the results."

Daniel laughed wickedly. "You bastard."

Getting his wine and undressing, Daniel took his shower rather quickly, then padding naked to the computer table in the dining room, uploaded the camera and hit the instructions to burn a copy of the video to DVD. He nervously read his mail, checked on the doors, closed the blinds and curtains, and when the DVD was finished, he placed it into the DVD player and turned on the TV.

Daniel stopped touching himself. He had to. He held off as long as possible, but grabbing the back of the couch with both hands in a vain effort not to come was just stupid. His dick was leaking profusely.

It was only an hour into the video and... god. Watching Jack rip off the blindfold so he could watch Camulus' eyes react to having his ass filled with Jack's cock damn near made him come. Watching Camulus shout and yell through the gag while Jack fucked him into the mattress was becoming too damn much and halfway through, he paused the tape and grabbed his cell phone.

"Daniel," Jack drawled.

"Get your ass over here," Daniel told him and hung up.

Ten seconds later, keys were in the door and Daniel rolled his eyes. He should've known.

"Why am I not surprised?" he asked, not looking behind him.

"Because you're not," Jack answered as he shut the door, locking it after.

Daniel still didn't look at him but kept his eyes on the frozen screen. He could feel Jack's stare on him though as he heard him hang up his coat, then the sounds of clothing being removed. He'd returned his hands to the back of the couch, gripping it hard.

"What do you want?" Jack asked as he dropped his trousers over the back of the couch, next to Daniel's head.

"I want you lubed."

"Done."

Daniel refrained from groaning. "I want you naked."

"Almost there."

"I want you in front of me, and I'm going to fuck you while I watch you fuck him."

Jack came round the couch, watching Daniel's face, and pushed the coffee table out of the way, tossing the small blanket throw on the carpet. He looked away from Daniel's face and after taking a look at the screen, he smirked.

"I see you called me just in time."

Daniel slowly took his eyes off the TV. It was hard to do, considering that he'd frozen the video at a good point. He made a mental note to make a screen capture of that frame--Camulus facing the camera because Jack had turned him to face it before he'd begun to pound his ass. Camulus' eyes were closed but he was constantly shouting, and his cock was shooting pre-come. Shooting pre-come. He remembered that well. And would relive it again tomorrow.

"Get on your hands and knees, Jack," Daniel told him as he slid off the couch and onto his knees.

"Oh, no, first things first," Jack said seductively, kneeling. He grabbed Daniel round the waist and pulled him into a passionate kiss, his hands sliding down to grab his lover's ass. Daniel moaned and kissed Jack back fiercely, fingers in his hair, clutching tightly. When Jack started to grind against him, Daniel pushed him away.

"Oh, no you don't, you bastard. I'm ready to come, and I want my cock inside you, not on your stomach."

Jack kissed him again, wet and sloppy and full of lust. "Yes."

Daniel grabbed the remote and already lubed from earlier, he lined up behind Jack as he got into position and restarted the video. The sounds of Jack and Camulus onscreen, and the sound of Jack before him, were nearly too much as he sank his cock inside that wonderful heat. Stroking a little, and sinking a little deeper, he thrust hard suddenly when onscreen-Jack yanked down the gag and started yelling at Camulus to tell him how much he liked having Daniel fuck him. Camulus didn't answer at first, lost as he was with Jack fucking him.

Eventually, with his head dropped back between his arms, he choked out, "I love it. I don't want it to end. Please don't send me away, please, I'll do anything."

"Yes, you will. You love the feel of his cock inside your ass, love how he fucks you like you wish Baal had. That's it, isn't it? Baal never did you like you wanted."

"No, only you, only Daniel, please, General, please," Camulus panted.

"God," Daniel whispered, grabbing Jack's hips firmly and fucking him sharp and quick. Jack dropped his head and raised his ass.

"Yes, Daniel. Do it, do it."

It took longer than Daniel thought it would. It was just too good to end, but at the sound of Jack and Camulus yelling and coming onscreen, he reached around and took Jack's cock in hand. "Come for me," he whispered through hitched sounds forced by his battering-ram fucking.

"Daniel," Jack managed through a tight, needy sound as he came over Daniel's fingers and onto the blanket throw.

Daniel's eyes squeezed as tightly shut as Jack's muscles squeezed around his cock. Hard to thrust, but he managed it, slowly, with hard jerks, loving the sensation as he withdrew and plunged again. Onscreen, Jack had grabbed the glass dildo and was fucking Camulus with it, getting him hard again while Camulus thrashed back and forth--yet with legs spread wide and willing.

"God, he's such a beautiful slut," Daniel managed, and thrust hard, "but you're better and you're... mine."

He came, hard and exquisite, eyes shut against the acute pleasure that lasted for a long time as he shot again and again inside Jack's ass. He made tiny moans against the back of Jack's neck as he fell over him, letting Jack take his weight as they both lowered to the ground.

Jack grabbed the back of Daniel's thighs, making him jerk as he closed his ass around Daniel's still hard cock. He whispered, "Yes. And now Camel's mine."

Daniel snorted. "Camel? Well, that's better than Cammy."

"Except when I'm provoking him."

"True."

"Now, let's watch the rest of this and see if you can get hard again."

Daniel slapped his hip and withdrew, rolling them on their sides. "I think that's your job, Jack."

Jack turned around, eyebrow cocked. "Is that so?"

"I want you to fuck me before this video's over."

"Tall order considering that I've already shot three times today."

Daniel slowly smiled, looking at the screen, knowing there had only been one so far. "Can't wait to see the second one, but I want that fourth one in my ass. You can do it, Jack. You've done it before."

Jack sighed dramatically. "But it was all so long ago."

"It was yesterday, smartass."

~

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