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He's pretty much buried in homework. He's struggled to find his rhythm since he moved in with Poison and Dee. He's got a desk set up in their bedroom and he alternates between that one and the one out in the lounge, depending on how much he wants to focus.

Right now, focusing is difficult because Poison is having some kind of fit localised on his closet and a tonne of shopping bags.

"What're we doing again?" asks Jack, his voice just barely edged with frustration.

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"I know that isn't your favourite thing but tonight's about me, isn't it?" Says Jack, his eyes fixed on Poison's gagged face. "About what I want to see you do."

Poison just nods a little, agreeing. Tonight is for Jack; he is Jack's. His obedient little pornodroid. He keeps touching, trying to do things he thinks Jack would like - things he's done to Jack.

One of the joys of being seventeen is that it takes Jack barely any time at all to bounce back. Already, just looking st Poison is starting to get him hard.

"Maybe I'll have you ride me," he says, musing. "Use you like a flesh light."

Poison moans softly at the thought and his cock throbs in answer. Hell yes. All he can do is nod, because he wants that, and he wants Jack to use him however he wants. He lifts his head to look at Jack's cock, always impressed by his ability to bounce back so quick.

"Wonder how many times I'll have to come in your ass to make a slut like you feel full?" Muses Jack, sprawling back and catching his weight in his elbows. "Does that even happen to pornodroids?" He grins. "Get up on the bed. Straddle me."

Poison makes a soft, eager sound. God he wants to find out the answer to that. He gets up on the bed; since the gag is tied well, all he can do to answer is shake his head. He straddles Jack, braces his hands on either side of him to get into position.

"Now grind," says Jack, giving him a smart slap across the ass. "Hump me. Get me properly hard."

Poison arches as he starts moving, grinding down against Jack. He can't help the sounds that escape because his dick keeps rubbing over Jack's skin and it's driving him insane. He braces his weight on his hands so his hips have more freedom.

Poison looks so perfect moving like that that, for a long couple of minutes, Jack just lets it happen. He slaps Poison's ass again, harder, makes sure to jar the base of the toy.

He moans when Jack smacks him, making his hips jump. He tries to focus on the movement more than the feeling, but it's so difficult; everything feels so fucking good. "You feel so good," he gasps, words muffled by the gag.

The words come out muffled, but he can figure out what Poison is saying and he grins, rocking his hips up to meet Poison's. He reaches, slapping Poison's ass again.

"Take the plug out," he says. "Get on my dick." The lube is right there if Poison needs it.

Poison jumps under the slap, shuddering hard. He grabs the lube to slick Jack's cock. He lifts his hips to remove the plug, tossing it nearby; he's impatient, he fucking needs to feel him, even if he can't come. He guides Jack's dick, sinking down carefully at first until he lands in Jack's lap with a helpless moan.

It's a beautiful show of obedience, proof of control and Jack just lies back and watches it happen, his back arching slightly when Poison slides down onto his cock.

"C'mon, beautiful," he prompts softly. "I'm not doing any of the work here."

Poison gets his balance and he starts moving, riding Jack like he means it. He doesn't bother to try to get the angle right for himself, because if he does that he's going to be dying to come way too soon and he's not allowed to do that yet. This is to make Jack feel good, not him. Even if it feels fucking amazing.

Jack just lies back and watches Poison ride him, listens to the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin. He grazes his fingers against Poison's cock, watching it bob in thin air.

"That's good, baby, but you can do better."

"Fuck," he moans behind the gag. His voice is muffled but he's sure Jack will get the gist. He adjusts his position, braces himself so he can move harder, faster. Poison makes an effort to keep his movements smooth, quick, attractive. He wants it to be a show, even if he is playing a living toy.

Poison really does look like something out of a porn film, riding him like that. It's amazing, enthralling, and it doesn't take Jack long until he feels like he's on the edge. Eventually, he shifts, rolling them so that Poison's on his back. He reaches up, tugging the gag out of Poison's mouth.

"Beg me for it," he says. "Beg me to come."

Poison cries out when his back hits the bed - he loves feeling Jack throw him around. He arches, grabs at Jack because he can't help it, he needs it. His head is spinning and he's not sure if Jack is telling him to beg permission or beg for his next load. "Please," he gasps as soon as his mouth is free. "Daddy please, please. I wanna feel you come-- I-- I wanna be good."

The tone of voice that Poison begs in, it's what carries Jack over the edge. He comes hard, his dick twitching in Poison's ass as he loses himself completely.

Poison moans, miserable and ecstatic, when Jack comes. He trembles beneath him, urgent and eager and strangely satisfied to be used. "So good," he gasps, even as his body aches with his ignored arousal. "It feels so good."

When he's completely spent, he eases his dick out of Poison's ass, keeping Poison pressed into position so that everything stays. He grabs the plug and carefully, slowly, works it back into Poison's ass, filling him back up again. He leans to grab the marker and draws another tally mark on the side of Poison's neck, another on his cheek in kohl.

"Are you going to be okay if I tie you down while I go and shower?"

Poison lays there, breathing while Jack pulls out, keeps his hips at just the right angle so the plug can go back in. He whimpers softly as it settles into place, as Jack marks the next tally slash.

"Yes," he murmurs. "I'll be good," he promises. Especially if Jack ties him down again.

Jack leans over Poison, guiding his hands back up over his head, tying him back down with the rope that he left there from before. He bends to take a kiss.

"What colour's the light, baby?"

"Green," he coos, trying to reassure Jack. He gets another little kiss before Jack pulls back too far. Poison gives him a smile, lazy and sweet. "I'll be here when you're ready again."

Another kiss and Jack slips off the bed, padding into the bedroom and turning on the shower. He takes his time, soaping, luxuriating under the hot water. He leaves the door open so that Poison can see him the whole time.