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[rockabillyboy]

Poison knows where he is, where he's gone, why he's there. Jillie's gone and Cassie's gone and Jack feels like he can't breath, because of the weight of his sorrow. And Poison is getting him through the worst of it, though the crying and the loss, but he needs some help with the black and tarry anger, the hurt and the loss. And there's nobody in Darrow that Jack trusts to get him out of his head like he knows Bull can.

So he knocks, and he waits, and he tries not to cry again.
There can't be anymore tears left.

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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull closed the bedroom door, even if they were the only ones here. He considered what to do with Jack, what he would allow himself to do. He was aware, more than usual at the moment, of how badly he could hurt a human without trying.

And Jack wanted him to try. To an extent.

"Down to your underwear," he said, because the exposure meant helplessness. "Then on the bed, kneeling, away from me."

He debated tying him. Would it be better - would he feel better if Jack was free to defend himself, if necessary? No, he told himself. He had control, he would remain in control. Jack needed it; he could give it. He found the ropes he used and put Jack in a tight harness, making sure his arms were secure behind his back.

[rockabillyboy]

He follows instructions. He strips down to his black boxers and kneels on the bed, moves where Bull wants him to move, bends where he wants him to bend. The tighter the ropes get, the quieter his head gets and it's good. It's what he needs. He flexes his fingers and he waits for what's coming next. He knows his safe park if he needs it.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull hoped that if he stuck to his bare hands, he'd remain more aware of what he was doing to Jack. He pushed Jack's shoulders down and smacked the inside of each thigh to get him to slide them further apart.

He waited a moment before the first, hard blow. It was meant to take Jack off guard - there was no build up, little warning, and the next few blows came in quick succession.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack lets Bull shove him into the position he wants him in - head down, ass up, thighs spread. The blow takes him by surprise and he has to bite back a yelp that Bull hasn't told him he can make. He finds a rhythm with the next few, though. He can feel subspace calling and that blissful blankness is all he wants.