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[rockabillyboy]

Jillie has a therapist and, in a way, so does Jack. His therapy just looks different from Jillie's but, then again, his issues look different from her's, too. Most of them look kind of like his father. Poison doesn't put a lot of rules on these sessions with Bull - no full sex, which doesn't mean nothing sexual. That's about it. Jack comes home calm, and settled. It works.

He's a little early, so he rings Bull's buzzer and leans his shoulder against the wall, in case he has to wait.

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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull hit the intercom. "Come on up," he said as he buzzed Jack in. "Door's unlocked, let yourself in when you get up here."

He'd changed into some comfortable pants and put a shirt on. He wasn't entirely sure what Jack needed today, but he would find that out when he saw him - that was generally how it worked. He had some tea ready to help Jack settle in while they talked. There was always talking first.

He was careful, and precise, and that wasn't going to change. "How are you today?" he asked as Jack closed the apartment door.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm okay," says Jack, closing the door gently behind him and setting his backpack down in the same spot as he always does. He bends down, tugging off his boots and leaving those neatly, too. "Kind of stressy about school stuff?"

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"What's going on at school?" Bull settled at his tall kitchen table, waiting for Jack to join him. He set a mug of tea on the other side of the table for Jack; he remembered how he liked it. The whole point of these experiences was that Jack didn't have to worry about anything. Bull took everything in hand, whether it was making him tea or tying him up.

[rockabillyboy]

"Finals," says Jack, sliding into the seat, enjoying the routine of it. He curls his fingers around his mug, enjoying the warmth against his palms. "It's just sort of...manic."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"How are things with you and Poison?" Jack hadn't brought it up, but he also knew that home stress could certainly affect academic stress. And it was something Jack had been working through on top of his normal activities, so it seemed worth asking about.

It would also give him an idea of what Jack might need.

[rockabillyboy]

"Things with us are...yeah, they're good" he says nodding. "Back to normal, more or less? We're having sex again so that's good."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull lifted his eyebrow. "How did that go?" Maybe he was prying too much, but Jack knew he could stop him at any time, especially regarding personal questions.

[rockabillyboy]

"Good," says Jack, nodding, used to these kind of questions, now. He doesn't mind. "I shied off from some of the...kinkier stuff? For now. But it'll come back."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"You don't need to rush into anything. Rebuilding trust takes time, and that kind of thing takes trust." Bull sipped his tea. "Speaking of which, what do you think you need today?"

He could intuit a lot, but he also liked to ask, in case Jack had anything in mind.

[rockabillyboy]

"The usual?" says Jack, with a faint grin. He sips his tea. "Not so much pain, maybe, but the other stuff?"

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull nodded. Jack didn't say no pain; he said not so much. To him that was a difference, but he would tread that edge carefully.

"When you're ready, go to the bedroom and undress to your level of comfort. Wait, kneeling on the edge of the bed, hands on the back of your head, back straight."

He never rushed Jack; if he wanted to finish his tea, he could finish his tea. If he wanted to talk more, they could talk more. But the order was there, and when Jack was ready, they would begin.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack does finish his tea before getting up from the table and padding into Bull's bedroom. He strips down to his underwear, folding his clothes neatly and putting them on the chair before he gets into the position that Bull instructed him to on the edge of the bed.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull took his own time finishing his tea, letting Jack wait. Eventually he got up and shuffled into the room. "At least you're taking care of yourself," he said, shifting into the scene.

Jack was in his underwear, and that was fine. But none the less, he said, "Go to your drawer in the dresser. Bring me the cage in there. You won't be needing your cock while you're here, so we'll put it away."

[rockabillyboy]

A little shiver goes through Jack and he nods, silently getting off the bed and going to the drawer, grabbing the cage and bringing it back to Bull. He looks confused, for a moment, unsure of what position he's supposed to get himself into.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Back on your knees, Jack. You know how to be good. I know you do." He eyed him, waited for Jack to do as he was told. He set the cage on the bed, somewhere Jack could see it.

Then he hit Jack hard across his ass; his hands were big, and he was strong. A paddle was a good touch, but Bull really didn't need one. He liked Jack knowing that it was his hands doing this. No mediation.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack slides back onto his knees, hands behind his head and, when Bull slaps him, he does his best not to move at all. He bites his lip over a sound that's a lot like a moan.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Let's not have that," he rumbled right before he hit Jack again. "If I wanted you quiet, I'd gag you."

Without warning, he grabbed Jack around his waist, forcing him to bend, to trust Bull's grip on him, before peppering his ass with sharp, swift hits - he made sure some of them landed right between his legs.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack does moan then, loudly, pressed onto all fours. The slaps between his legs bring stinging tears to his eyes.

"Yessir."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull waited, letting Jack catch his breath for just a moment. "Spread your legs wider."

He waited for Jack to do as he was told, keeping a fairly solid grip around Jack's waist. He hit his thighs, and now and then, just to make him jump, he hits Jack right between his legs - as hard as he dares. Testing what Jack can take.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shuffles his knees wider apart, intensely aware of the stretch of his underwear when he moves, his cock already starting to get hard. The tone of his moans change when Bull catches him between his legs; rawer, more vulnerable.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull was careful to respect the boundary of Jack's underwear; it would stay right where it was, unless Jack removed it himself or asked for him to do it. But that didn't stop him from targeting Jack's cock and balls through the fabric - they weren't going to save him from the calculated blows.

He stopped abruptly and let Jack go, forcing him to keep himself up right after that. "Stay still," he warned as he picked up the cage. "Legs wide, pull your shorts down for a moment so I can see what I'm doing."

He waited, then carefully worked Jack's cock into the cage. He could get hard all he wanted, now. Nothing much would come of it.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's face burns at the almost perfunctory way that Bull handles his cock. That's why he's here; to be treated like an object, like something that doesn't matter, without any feelings to get in the way.

"You can take them off," he says. "My shorts."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull didn't respond other than to do just that. He worked Jack's shorts off and left them on the edge of the bed.

"Where is your phone?" he asked. Bull had Poison's number, but that wasn't the point - doing it from Jack's phone was part of the effect. He wasn't asking Jack's permission to do things - Jack was a thing - he was asking Poison.

[rockabillyboy]

"In my jeans," says Jack, glancing up in the direction of his piled clothes, keeping himself upright where Bull's put him.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull got Jack's phone out to text Poison. The exchange was brief; he put it back. Jack could look at it later, if he wanted to. "Hands and knees, legs spread wider," he said as he went back to his dresser. The top right drawer was just for Jack; Bull was good at keeping his life compartmentalized. He found what he wanted and came back to the bed. He dropped lube near Jack's right hand.

"Get yourself ready," he said. He didn't say for what. Jack didn't need to worry about it.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shifts into the position as instructed, smoothly, without question. His cock pulses in the cage; there's no way that he can get hard but that doesn't make him any less aware. He lifts his head, reaching for the lube and dropping down onto his elbows so that he can uncap it and smear some on his fingers.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull smacked Jack's ass, hard. "Don't delay, don't keep me waiting." He had something else in hand, and he watched while Jack did as he was told. He waited until he made it to three fingers before hitting him between his legs. "That's enough. Hands on the bed."

Once Jack was back in position, Bull nudged a thick toy against him, teasing before he slowly pushed it in. This was what he'd wanted permission for. It was just a plug, but he wanted Jack to be aware of it, just as he was aware of his cock.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack presses his hands against the mattress, his fingers slick, holding himself as still as he can as Bull pushes the toy into his ass. It's nowhere near the size of Bull's own cock - he knows that from experience. He takes what he's given and moans his appreciation.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull made sure the plug was firmly in place before he stepped back again. He smacked Jack's ass. "Back up on your knees, hands behind your back."

He picked up the rope he'd left on the dresser and came back to Jack. He worked carefully, patiently, expertly after that, creating a harness around Jack's torso with strategically placed knots and patterns to keep the pressure of the ropes distributed the way Bull wanted. By the time he was finished, Jack's torso was fully tied with his arms bound behind him, and his legs tied so that he was stuck in a kneeling position. The way the harness went between his legs meant his cock and balls were framed, pressure near them but never quite against them.

"Alright?" he asked as he adjusted a few knots. "Anything pinching?"

[rockabillyboy]

When he moves, Jack can feel the way the plug shifts inside him. He whimpers, letting his head fall forward as Bull wraps the ropes around him. He loves the way it feels, being tied like this; he loves the way he feels held.

"Perfect."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Good." That was all he offered. Bull tossed another rope over an exposed beam in his bedroom. He'd tested it many times - he was sure it was structural, the thing never budged. But this was the first time he did anything with it with Jack.

Bull laced his fingers through the ropes beneath Jack's bound arms and picked him up off the bed, just like that. He carried him as dispassionately as he would a laundry basket; the way he'd done the ropes made sure that Jack's weight was distributed evenly. Bull slid the rope from the beam through the harness, working it carefully until Jack was suspended from the ceiling, cradled by the ropes around him.

"Alright?" he checked in again.

[rockabillyboy]

It takes Jack a moment to process what has actuall happened, and then he's dangling, powerless to do anything other than spin in place. He nods for a moment and then lets his head drop. "Yes, Sir."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull let Jack hang there for a moment while he got something else from the dresser. When he came back, he tied a blindfold around Jack's head, making sure the cloth covered his eyes. An added layer of helplessness.

He smacked Jack's ass, letting him feel what it was like to actually swing.

[rockabillyboy]

The blindfold makes him skittish, for a moment, but he settles quickly, feeling secure in the ropes. The smack stings and he lets his head drop.

"Thank you," he says.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Good boy," he rumbled. He hit Jack again, and again, using his momentum as he swung to set up the next hit. Bull watched Jack, hitting harder, testing to see what he was willing to take. He alternated where he hit - Jack's ass, his thighs, even between his legs.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack can take a lot; he knows that. He stands it until he feels like his skin is glowing, until his caged cock feels like it might explode. He whimpers.

"Please..."