Poison hit him again, and again, peppering blows across Jack's ass and thighs. The way he jumps, the welts that appear, are all encouragement.

He only stops when he gets concerned about layering bruises. Poison tosses the paddle down so he can run his hand over Jack's angry, red ass.

"You've been such a good boy," he coos sweetly, dusting Jack's back with kisses. "Do you think you've earned my cock, baby?"