John mostly ignored Jack's banter, and started focussing in earnest. He moved Jack's ankles into much the same position as his wrists had been, crossed over each other at the joint. This forced Jack's knees apart, to allow John more access to Jack. John's mind wandered slightly as he worked, crisscrossing the ropes, running ahead to images of fucking Jack. He hummed quietly to himself.
When he'd finished at Jack's ankles, he raised them up. He tied another length between Jack's wrists and ankles, passing through the loops at Jack's waist each time. The tension moved in tiny, but definate increments, forcing Jack's body up and back into a slight bow shape. His shoulders were pulled back and up struggling to gain respite for the pull at his wrists. His legs were bent back, tied securely to the link rope in the centre.
He paused and sighed happily for a moment. Jack looked stunning.