That changed his plan considerably. He moved slowly at first, twisting this way and that. The knot around his wrist tightened, but the rope creaked and stretched, it wasnt long before he could slip a wrist out. It was difficult, but once he had his hands, he felt better. He couldn't reach the knot for the ropes around his chest, though. It meant more twisting and rolling, trying to get it to scoot down his arms so it was looser. The process took a long time and even though he was working, the struggle and knowing Logan was watching every move had him so hard that his jeans made his cock throb.

HE wasnt putting on a show, but the process was something to see, regardless. Twisting and rolling, pulling and stretching, Jack was focused on what he was doing. Only every now and again did he look up to see what Logan was doing, and the way the man's eyes looked burned right through him.