Christopher
Scowling, Ryan reread the text, thinking of ways to decline and wishing Pops had never told Outlaw about Ryan’s curiosity toward Logan Donovan. He didn’t feel like spending an evening watching some stupid fucking video. Ryan bet it had nothing to do with his great-grandfather.
After snatching on his boots, Ryan stomped downstairs, where he found Pops and Dev waiting for him in the kitchen. Mom and Harley were standing near the stove, scrolling recipes on an iPad.
“We’ll be back as soon as we can, Puff,” Pops said.
Mom spared him a smile. “Be careful,” she said, and went back to whispering and giggling with Harley.
“Always, babe,” Pops said, then nodded to Ryan and Dev, so they could finally go.
“Dad, I think you’re right,” Devon whined, just as they reached the edge of the Caldwell property. “Mom wants a girl.”
“Probably, Dev,” Pops said with a shrug, and tossed the cigarette he’d lit on the way out.
“What are you going to tell her when she finally admits it?” Devon demanded.
“It’s not up to me if she want another kid, boy.”
Devon halted without warning, and Ryan stumbled into him.
“Cuck,” he said irritably, thumping his little brother’s shoulder.
“What do you mean it isn’t up to you, Dad?” Devon asked, absently shoving Ryan’s hand away. “You have a say. It’s your cock she’ll use to make it.”
Pops shook his head. “Your momma lease my cock to me. She got final say over it, though.”
Ryan snickered, laughing harder at Devon’s confusion. “Old man, that’s a beta worldview.”
“Nope, Ryan,” Pops denied, “that’s a smart motherfucker world view. Now, come on.”
“Babies cry a lot,” Devon said, but since he complained the entire fucking way, Ryan tuned him out the rest of the conversation.
At the clubhouse, Potter directed them to the conference room, filled with Ryan’s uncles and cousins.
“Lights off,” Uncle Christopher announced the moment Ryan sat.
Uncle Christopher nodded, and Axel pressed play on a DVD player, then scampered to the wall near the door to flick off the overhead lights.
“Kendall found this VHS tape amongst K-P’s shit. She had it transferred to DVD, but she don’t know what the fuck’s on it.”
“Really?” Johnnie eyed Uncle Christopher coldly. For a motherfucker who’d just hand his fingers shot off, he was doing remarkably well and still stuck the fuck on stupid. “Kendall’s coziness with you warms my heart.”
Uncle Christopher remained silent, but the Caldwell boys all glared at Johnnie.
“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 on the 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.
“Motherfucker, I know you lying,” Digger scoffed.
Sharper scooted next to Logan and pulled his cock out through the slit, then tapped Logan’s chapped lips.
“Swallow my cock, you pathetic pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Logan murmured.
“Enough! God, stop!” Ryan screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face. “Please, God. No, no, no, no. I can’t take any more.”
Sickness turned his stomach. The man he put on a pedestal, was letting another man fuck his ass. Bad enough! Factoring in that furry costume, his grandfather’s women’s lingerie, and their roleplaying a famous children’s fairytale…well, Ryan felt lightheaded.
The travesty continued. Logan slurping Sharper’s cock, gagging on it, his lips stretched around the minister’s thick flesh, would haunt Ryan for the rest of his life.
He was dizzy with grief and outrage. Sobs rose around him, crescendoing when Sharper pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and came in his face.
Weeping swept the room, married, and separated again, until Ryan realized the misery poured only from him and Johnnie.
Sharper released Logan from his wrist and ankle chains. Collapsing beside him, he threw an arm over his eyes, ignoring the puppy dog nudges from that sick old fuckhead.
“Fuck off,” Sharper growled. “You’ve been a bad Little Riding Hood.”
“Fuckhead!” Axel yelled at the video, just understanding the meaning. “You’re destroying my favorite fucking fairytale.”
“You haven’t earned the right for Daddy to hold you,” Sharper purred, his voice almost drowning out Axel’s.
“Please,” Logan said in a small voice.
“No.”
“I can make myself pretty for you. I brought your favorite shade of lipstick and the wig with the pretty long hair.”
“WHY?” Johnnie sobbed. “WHY?”
Through teary eyes, Ryan watched as Sharper tipped his head down and met Logan’s gaze. “Answer me this, pet,” he crooned, stroking Logan’s nipple. “After you forced Vivian to give you pussy, why didn’t you kill her?”
The words seeped into Ryan’s brain, the horror of the question settling into him. Johnnie continued to sob, but through his own despair, Ryan saw Mortician freeze and Digger shift, then glance at his brother.
“Joe liked her,” Logan said hesitantly. “She was Kimber’s friend.”
Sharper punched Logan’s stomach. “And that cunt was my cash cow. She was pregnant with Lucas when you forced your cock into her. If you’d killed her, you would’ve killed him. Joe shouldn’t have had anything to do with it,” he roared, shoving Logan away.
Sniffling, Logan sat up, pursed his lips and looked at Sharper through his fake lashes. “If I make myself up for Daddy, can you hold me?”
“Only if you get the belt and let me beat your ass.”
“Why, Grandda?” Johnnie blared again. Everything else had gone over his head. The casual mention of rape. The fact that the lady and her unborn baby survived because of Big Joe. Otherwise, Grandda would’ve killed her and not lost sleep.
“Afterwards, I’ll clean your welts and ruined asshole with a shower. You deserve a whipping at the very least.”
Logan sat up and clapped his hands. “Please, please, Daddy.”
“Get in position, bitch.”
Scrambling from bed, Logan leaned over, resting his upper body on the mattress, ass up in the air. Sharper removed his Wolfie costume and grabbed his leather belt.
The first blow landed.
“Yes, Daddy!”
Johnnie and Ryan cried in humiliation.
“More,” he begged after the fourth hit.
“I told you to leave Cee Cee alone.”
Another whack. “I didn’t expect him to win, Daddy!”
“He’s fucking pissed that you gambled his son’s life, motherfucker.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“You are barely back in my good graces, and you fuck up again?”
“Forgive me!” he screamed. “Daddy, please.”
“Who’s the…?”
Ryan’s jaw dropped at Sharper’s full question.
“Not you, Daddy! Please, not you! I won’t say that anymore.”
Sharper hit him again. “You fucking humiliated me,” he screamed. “Your words in those letters. Your disobeying me with Cee Cee. Your drugging Joe. You might be angry with him over Christopher, but you hate him because he wouldn’t let you fuck him! You’re repaying him by slowly killing him!”
Logan’s back was a mass of bloody welts; Ryan heaved in breaths, barely able to think clearly or see straight.
“Do you fucking know the havoc Patricia caused because of Zoann?” Sharper demanded, hitting Logan again, wild with rage and lust. “That crazy bitch stabbed Rack! Joe got the knife from her in Zoann’s room, but she tried to gut that motherfucker!
She wanted to castrate Cee Cee! She fucked him, then tried to poison him because of Zoann. ”
Uncle Christopher smiled, satisfied with the story, but still unaware. Suddenly, icy terror seized Ryan, and he thought about blurting everything he knew and begging for his life. Yet, Molly…
“Daddy, please!” Logan yelled. “I got ahead of myself.”