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Logan had never been the sort of child who tip-toed down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. He'd learned the hard way that peeking at presents never ended in anything but punishment. Not to mention the fact that Aaron had made quick work of ruining any dreams of Santa by telling Logan he wasn't real at a very young age.

There was no room for make-believe at the Echolls home. Not that it had ever been easy to get lost in a dream world in a house full of violence and anger anyeway.

So on Christmas morning, Logan didn't slip out of bed. Instead he slid closer to Jack, holding the other man tightly and letting himself be grateful for what he thought was the best gift he could get that year.

Jack.

Jack was still there. Logan hadn't managed to chase him off or ruin what they had. He hadn't lost the other man to someone better. If anything, he'd gained more and more of Jack as time went by- and that was all Logan really wanted this year.

Nuzzling the other man's neck, he hummed softly and then whispered, "Merry Christmas, Jack."

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I don't know what to say," Logan protested, moaning softly and gasping as the other man teased and stretched him. "Jack, please..." he begged, squirming and rocking back as much as he could.

He swung a little, but it wasn't enough.

Blood was slowly rushing to his head, and he lifted his head as he tried to get closer again, alternating between whimpering and begging.

Before Jack, he'd never let himself be so weak in front of anyone.

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The ropes creaked softly as Logan moved. Jack kept it up as long as he could stand, then rose to his feet.

"Do you have one where I hang you from the ceiling, suck you off, and use your own wad as lube to fuck you?" he asked, taking Logan's dick in hand. He didn't keep it up for long. Just enough to taunt the younger man, and then he circled around him. With Logan tipped back just so, his mouth was at the perfect height and angle. Jack didn't say anything as he took himself in hand, cradled the back of Logan's head, then slipped into that filth spewing wetness. He groaned as he thrust in deep, watching Logan's throat stretch to take him.

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Logan didn't have a change to answer, Jack's cock filling his mouth in one fluid motion.

He made a small sound around the other man's girth, and he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. He couldn't see much, Jack's balls and the underside of his cock his only view.

He tried again to free his hands, but the knots were tight. Too tight to free himself from.

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Jack used him, there was no other way to describe it. Logan had no sort of control as Jack slipped in and pulled back, fucking his mouth for his own pleasure. It lasted forever, or not long at all...it didn't matter. Before he got close, Jack pulled out and smeared his cock against Logan's cheeks and walked away again. He took hold of the ropes again, pulling so Logan was a little more upright, so the blood wasn't rushing to his head.

"Have I told you how good you look with my cock in your mouth?" he asked, leaning in to kiss Logan's spit-slick lips. "Look better with me balls deep in your ass, though. Best thing about hanging you up like this...great view. And you know how I love to watch."

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A little breathless, Logan returned the kiss. "Perv," he accused, struggling again and whimpering when he started to swing harder than he wanted.

Rarely did he feel so totally helpless.

"Jack, please, I don't want it to end yet," he confessed, twisting a little and wishing he could get free. Because if he could get loose, he could run, and Jack- Jack would chase him and he'd get that much more time.

It was greedy, but once they started, Logan hated to stop. He loved the hours of laying together and talking, or just goofing off and hanging out, but the games and the sex- Logan always felt as if these moments with Jack were the only times he could really drop his guard and let go.

Just for Jack. just for this.

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"Who said it was gonna end any time soon?" Jack asked, smirking a little. He tugged the ropes a little more so Logan was nearly sitting up, reclined in a web of rope. It forced his legs apart more, spreading him and putting him on display. It was just what Jack liked...what he always asked Logan to do and when you younger man did do it, it was always accompanied by that deep blush and a turn of his head.

"You're like art," Jack continued, circling him like a predator, dragging his fingers over bare skin. "I could leave you hanging here for a while. This is way better than the cage..."

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Logan blushed bright red, twisting and gasping. Jack's fingers were warm, and the touch so light that it made him squirm.

"You wouldn't leave me here. Where would you go? What would you do?" he asked, trying to cover himself and failing.

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He situated himself between Logan's legs and began to jerk off slowly, his cock dragging over Logan's ass and balls, drawing the tip along the root of the other man's erection.

"Wherever. Whatever. I could go get something to eat. I could feed you, if you want. I know how much you hate when I take care of you," he purred. "Can you even imagine all the things you'd have to depend on me for if I left you like this? You wouldn't even be able to take a piss without help..."

Not that Jack would ever let it go that far. There was a difference between a captive and a damned invalid.

"You know what I wish? I wish I had a camera. I'd love some snaps of this. This is something I'd jerk off to if you weren't around."

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"You wouldn't leave me that long," Logan replied, sounding confident. "And I'm glad you don't have a camera. I don't- I wouldn't want you taking photos of me. Not like this."

He was quiet for a moment, and then slowly relaxed in his bonds.

"And I don't hate it when you take care of me. Not always."

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The ropes creaked a little more and Jack watched Logan. Watched him so closely it was like his eyes were boring into him.

"Hmm. Okay," he replied simply, the gave Logan a little push to start him really swinging...

...Then he turned and headed downstairs.

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Logan squawked in protest and started to struggle again.

"Jack? Jack, don't you dare leave me here. I was kidding!" he protested loudly. "I'll start yelling! I mean it!" he warned.

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"Oh, just relax," he called back.

Sounds of running water and clinking dishes filtered up the stairs. Footsteps, and then the scent of food. Logan had brought it home and once Jack mentioned it, he was suddenly aware of being hungry. It took just a short bit of time, then he was back upstairs with a decent holiday meal.

"You hungry?" he asked, setting the plate on Logan's chest as if he was just a piece if furniture.

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Logan went still, not wanting to end the night covered in food. Still he couldn't stop himself from swinging just a little, and the plate rose every time he took a breath.

"I can't eat like this," he insisted. "And I'm not your table," he added.

It was a strange feeling, being used that way. Like he was just a fixture in the room, nothing more.

Strange- and kind of erotic. Like he was just there to hold things and be fucked. ...The thought made his dick twitch.

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"Shut up," Jack said, placing a bite in Logan's mouth. He grabbed a chair from the corner, just some straight backed thing he used to sit in to put his shoes on, and pulld up against Logan as if he was just a convenient table. A table that needed fed, too. It was obvious that Logan didn't hate it...not the way his cock kept twitching.

"This is good. I should probably thank you for going and getting it," he continued, feeding Logan small bites and helping him take sips from the cup.

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Logan protested at first, but after a while he was quiet and sedate, taking the offered food and drink.

Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back when he'd had enough. he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to spend a day like this. Blindfolded and maybe gagged, just hanging there, for Jack.

Reality interuppted any fantasy that might have tried to bloom, and he frowned as he realized how sore he'd be if they really did that.

He could imagine other ways though. Other ways Jack could bind him and use him... It made him moan, and he squirmed just a little. "My shoulders are starting to hurt," he complained.

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"So?" Jack asked, swallowing his last bite and putting the plate aside. He smoothed his hand over Logan's stomach lightly and smiled.

"I'm not even kind of done with you. And if you're gonna complain, I'm just going to spank you again. But maybe that's what you want," he purred, ducking his head to lick the crease where Logan's abs met his hip. "Spanked and fucked and left to drip dry."

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Logan's skin went red again, and he scowled as he struggled harder. "Fuck you," he growled, wishing he could at least kick the other man.

"If you leave me to dry, you'll so regret it. Not tonight, and maybe not even tomorrow- but when you least expect it, I'll make you wish you hadn't left me hanging like your laundry."

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"Ohh, you say the sweetest things," Jack said. He kicked the chair away and itclattered across the floor. A moment later he was pulling two ropes, making Logan's legs rise. Like some sort of pornographic marionette, he positioned Logan just how he wanted him, then grabbed the younger man's hips.

"Time for dessert," he smirked, the bent over to take Logan's cock between his lips. The sounds he made were obscene, moaning and sucking lewdly. He savored Logan as if he actually were a confection, hungry to taste him all. When the salty bitter flavor appeared at the back of his tongue, Jack pulled off so he could lap up the precome and tease the slit open enough to get the tip of his tongue inside. His hands moved off the younger man's hips so he could toy with his balls and his hole...everything just enough to drive Logan out of his mind with need.

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It wasn't long before Logan was panting, straining against the ropes with soft whimpers and deep growls. His back arched, and he struggled a little before mewling softly and starting to beg.

God, he wanted to come so badly.

"Fuck, Jack, please... Please, just- fuck I'll- I'll do- I- anything. Fuck, I'll do anything, please."

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His own cock was throbbing, a pounding and insistant need to quit messing around and just take Logan, but he had every intention of making good on what he'd said earlier. Jack cut the teasing and started sucking Logan off in earnest. Come in my mouth, he thought, over and over again; those four words making him want to take himself in hand. Every sound Logan made, every plea, had Jack struggling for self control.

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Chocking on a groan, Logan tried to thrust into Jack's mouth. The rope creaked, and he whimpered louder, his breath catching as he came closer and closer to...

"Fuck, shit, Jack, I... I'm..."

He came hard, his whole body shaking with the force of it as he shook and panted. "Jack!" he cried out, his head falling back and his body pulsing with his release.

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Jack caught it all and resisted the urge to swallow. Waiting until Logan was spent, he finally gave one last lick and pulled off, his lips closing around the head and keeping shut as he drew away. He looked Logan over briefly, made sure he had the younger man's attention, then spit the seed into his hand. He moved close and began to stroke his cock, getting it sticky-slick, and then smeared the remains against Logan's hole. HE moved quickly before anything could dry up.

"I love how you say my name," he said, pushing into Logan's body.

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Logan watched, his breath catching a little as his cheeks burned red again.

They turned white when Jack slid in though, the colour draining as he cried out and let his head roll back. "Jack," he said again. "Shit, Jack- Fuck, hurts..."

Though Logan didn't ask him to stop.

"Love you. Fuck, Jack... Love you so much," he babbled, breath catching with every thrust.

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"You sick little shit," Jack accused, though there was a warm affection behind it. "Strung up, fucked with your own come, and you love it. You love me. No one else would do this to you. No one else could."

He grabbed Logan's hips andthrust in a few times until there wasn't enough left to allow him to slide, however haltingly. Then he pulled out and stepped away to get the lotion...though that's not what he made it look like.

"Or maybe...you know, hung up like this, I bet I could get a whole parade of guys through here to use you. Just fill you full of come and leave. I could blindfold you and you'd never even know who had their dick in you."

It was a hollow threat, but still a dirty bit of fantasy. Usually the very thought of someone else kissing Logan make Jack bitter with jealousy- he didn't even entertain the thought of the younger man spread wide for anyone else. But...but some anonymous parade, using him, leaving his stretched and wet and eager for more...that was definitely a thought more like Logan might have than Jack. A thought like that made it all the better when he smeared lotion on his cock and Logan's ass and thrust in again.

But this is all mine, isn't it?" he asked, pulling back and sliding in much slower. "You're all mine to play with however I want..."

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Logan whimpered at the loss when Jack pulled out, and then again at the other man's suggestion. He didn't want a line of men, he wanted Jack. Sure, occasionally he wondered about other men, but at the end of the day they both knew there was only one person who was allowed to have him this way. Only one person he'd completely surrendered to.

Jack thust back in, and Logan moaned deeply. "Jack- shit... YOu- yours, fuck- please, baby- Captain, need you. Just you."

His whole body was tingling, and he knew that when Jack cut him loose he'd be lucky if he could crawl, let alone walk, but he didn't care. He just wanted Jack.