Page 179 of Ruptured
“Yo, Outlaw, don’t look like nothin’ on the video,” Digger complained after a couple of minutes of black screen. “Axel, put the light back on so your uncle can grab more sandwiches.”
Static ran across the screen, and an ungodly screech hurt Ryan’s ears. Gradually, another dark screen appeared, background noises rising up. A grainy video flickered, then faded out.
Heavy breathing, grunts, moans, and a headboard hitting the wall continued blaring around them.
Images settled onthe screen. Sharp. High-resolution. Clear.
A four-poster bed with a wall of windows to its right where a misty mountain range soared in the background, was dramatically breathtaking and created an air of expectation.
The camera shifted, blurred, and found a new target.
Moving bodies. Sex. Two men, identified because of the hairy, muscular legs gripping a sleek back. One man hammered the other, groaning. A black man on top of a white man. Shouting and trembling as he came and fell to his side, panting.
The white man…
Ryan’s hands flew to his mouth, his eyes almost popping out of his head; he gagged.
Logan.
His great-grandfather…
In a wispy red negligee, a ball gag in his mouth. A cloak of a similar color was discarded next to him, torn at the bottom. His legs were spread wide, his cock and balls laying in a nest of gray curls. His asshole…leaking.
Cum…
Next to him, a black man wore a furry wolf’s head with glasses perched on the nose.
Praying this was a joke, Ryan burst into tears.
The man removed the furry wolf’s head covering his face and threw it aside. It was Sharper, his cock limp, no longer the Viking ax dick plowing Logan’s ass.
Turning, he tweaked Logan’s hard, pink nipple. “You’re Daddy’s good little bitch?”
Johnnie screamed.
Or maybe it was Ryan.
Or both.
Ryan couldn’t make sense of anything in that moment.
“Answer me before the big, bad wolf feeds you his cock.”
Logan grunted.
“Little Red, do you want Daddy to remove the ball gag?”
Little Red?
The red cloak and wolf face suddenly made sense.
Humming in his throat, Sharper took his time removing Logan’s ball gag. “Should I remove your wrist and ankle chains?”
“If it pleases Daddy,” Logan breathed.
Another scream, this time definitely Johnnie. Ryan just stared in stupefied horror.
Sharper removed himself from the camera’s frame. A moment later, it panned over Logan’s bound wrists and ankles before it returned to Sharper. He wore a full wolf costume, including the head, a cut-out for his cock, and those granny glasses.
