2015-03-25 1:58:31 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

## Learning the Hard Way

jackofakind:

> This time when terror settled in it stayed. Jack’s tone only grew darker and that cruel edge would have had him bleeding. His hand came away from the man as he was pulled closer and he dropped the lens on accident. It didn’t break—strong piece of tech, but when he glanced over he saw it rolling well out of reach. Not that he dared go after it; Jack had him trapped with that small touch on his belt and the sheer weight of his presence.

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Jack hummed and let him go, very pleased with his double’s compliance, feeding off of the others thinly veiled terror. The ducking away from him, following his orders to the letter, for once. It made him feel really fucking powerful and hell yeah, he could get used to this. He couldn’t keep the genuine smile off his masked face at how fun this all was. “You’re damn right I’m in charge.”

Tim didn’t take his boss’s chair and incur Jack’s wrath any further, good boy that he was today. Maybe Jack would have to… reward him afterward. He strolled up behind the chair his double occupied, enjoying the way if made Tim’s hairs stand on end. He chased a hand through the others hair as well, almost petting him for a few moments.

“Re-lax, kiddo,” he tangled his fingers in the locks at the back of his head, tugging gently. “It’s your first time, well, with me, anyway, so I’ll go easy on you.” he waited until Tim relaxed, if only just a smidgen, and like a dam the gentle facade finally broke. Jack yanked his head to the side, manhandling Tim into the position he’d need for this next part, until he was chest down over the seat with his arms and legs dangling off the sides. It was probably uncomfortable, hell it looked as much, but this was a punishment, after all. Jack dug a knee into the double’s back to keep him from squirming for any escape. He almost felt sorry for the kid. But not really.

Now for the fun part. He yanked Tim’s jeans down as hard as he dared, making sure not to tear anything; he had to make sure he looked good at all times and hobo pants just weren’t gonna cut it. “Nice shorts.” He eyed the black and red Hyperion issued boxers with thin lipped irritation. He’d make sure the kid got some yellow branded ones in the mail ASAP. He wasn’t as gentle with getting those out of the way.

“There we go.” Jack admired the view for a moment before unrolling the skin-warmed belt from around his knuckles, whistling an upbeat tune. He folded it in half just right, mindful of the hard metal buckle and making sure it was out of the way. Didn’t want to damage his double too badly, after all. He tested the leather with a scratch of a fingernail, looking down at Tim and letting him stew in the knowledge of what was coming and how much it was probably gonna hurt.

Then he brought it down hard and sudden on Tim’s bared ass, the swift crack making much more of a satisfying noise than he expected it too. Then again he’d never spanked anyone before. He was kinda diggin’ it though, all things considered. He left the action hanging in the air between them, waiting to see Tim’s reaction and admiring the large red welt that was already forming on pale skin. He’d really have to get this kid to a tanning salon.