Faster than imaginable, Jack let go of Logan's cock and slapped the younger man across the face. He jerked his hand back out of his mouth and inspected the dark purple wells left where the other man's teeth had pressed into his flesh.

"Bitch," he hissed, slapping Logan again, and then wrestling for his arms. Even as he grappled for them, he was moving up the other man's body. Jack sat heavily on his chest. He was inching closer, higher, and finally caught one of Logan's arms, the other grabbing his hair to hold him to the bed. His cock laid heavy and thick against the younger man's cheek.

"How much pain do you need to be in to suck my dick?" he asked snidely, giving Logan's hair a sharp tug.