Chapter 20 #3
“Stop lying.” He pulled away and smiled. “Whatever you taught him, teach him more of it.” He turned and walked out of the bathroom with a slight limp, but not before looking back at me with a flirty stare. “Maybe teach me too, sometime? If you’re up for it.”
He closed the door, and I stood there for a solid minute with my mouth hanging open.
What exactly did Austin do to him while I was gone?
I dried off and examined my face in the mirror. Everything had gone back to normal now that I had washed the irritating oils from my skin. This was one of the few times being a half-turn came in handy. As useless as I was, the rapid healing sure was nice.
I often wondered how many lovers Roscoe had had over the many years.
He said he’d had a girlfriend before he met me, but I couldn’t see how she or any other human would survive one night with a werewolf’s endless libido.
Darryl had also mentioned he’d been with a few human guys on the beach, and I remembered my first night with Roscoe.
I hadn’t been a half-turn then, but somehow, I was fine. This was all so baffling.
I slipped into a pair of loose boxer briefs and a black tank top before wandering back into the bedroom. When I opened the door, I found Austin and Adam gathered around a whining Roscoe, poking playfully at him.
“Do it again. This is hilarious,” Adam said to Austin, who nodded in agreement before licking one finger and then shoving it into Roscoe’s ear.
The old werewolf let out muffled screams as he tried to move away from what amounted to the worst wet-Willie ever conceived, but the magic cuffs kept his entire body stiff.
Adam looked up at me. “Is it my birthday? You wrapped him so nicely.”
“What are you guys doing?”
Austin pulled back before slipping both clawed pinky fingers back into Roscoe’s ears. The werewolf let out another muffled whine.
“Having some fun.” He looked up at me, his irises slowly changing color from amber to baby blue. “Can I fuck him?”
Roscoe’s eyes went wide as his head snapped up to look at me.
“You know what? Knock yourself out.”
“Yes sir,” Austin responded, balling his fist. It took a second before I realized what I had inadvertently told him to do as he reared back, preparing to punch himself in the face.
“I didn’t mean literally!” I shouted, grabbing Austin’s arm. “I meant you can fuck Roscoe.” With a hard shove, the old werewolf fell onto the mattress with his ass in the air. “And don’t be gentle.”
Roscoe struggled to protest, but Austin was already on top of him. It was rather disturbing how fast he was about to go in without any preparation.
“Stop. I’m just joking.”
Austin looked back at me, frozen as he waited for the next command. Whatever control the vironoct had over him was starting to make me uneasy.
“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you tell Roscoe all about carpentry? And don’t leave anything out.”
“Yes sir.”
“Oh!” I opened the black bag of magic shit Mosavi had left and pulled out the nipple clamps.
They were connected to some kind of tiny electrical box, but it didn’t turn on when I pressed the buttons.
“Here.” I tossed the clamps to Austin as he rolled Roscoe onto his back.
“If he looks bored, just give him a nice jolt.”
With no ounce of hesitation, Austin attached each clamp to a squirming Roscoe, who arched his back in either pain or pleasure.
“What’s this do?” Austin asked, haphazardly mashing buttons on the powerbox. “Doesn’t look like it works.”
“Uh, maybe don’t mess with that too much, just in case,” I said, turning toward Adam, who had been eyeing me suspiciously the entire time. We both walked out right as a sharp doglike yelp had me rushing back toward our bedroom.
Adam tugged at my arm. “What the hell is going on?” he asked, shutting the bedroom door. Roscoe’s muffled whines and Austin’s monotone explanation of different types of wood faded to background noise. “He’s doing everything you tell him. Do you have some magic bussy or something?”
“Don’t ever use that word again, or Roscoe won’t be the only one getting tortured.”
“Bussy bussy bussy,” he shouted, stomping behind me like a child. “Tell me what you did, or it’s going to be in every sentence.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“I don’t bussy-lieve you.”
“I swear to God, Adam.” As we walked into the living room, I snatched the remote off the coffee table and turned on the television. “Can we talk about it later?”
Adam and I snapped our attention to the hallway as a loud thud rocked the house.
“I think Roscoe fell off the bed,” Adam said, scratching his head.
“Did Mosavi come by while Roscoe and I were out by chance?”
He shook his head. “Who’s Mosavi?”
“The mayor. How could you forget his name?”
Adam shrugged. “I’m not good with names.” He hummed to himself while biting his lower lip. “God, he’s the hottest werewolf I’ve ever seen. What I wouldn’t give…”
“He’s really dangerous.”
“That’s even better.”
“Do you ever think about anything else?”
Adam let out a frustrated growl. “No.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’ve been in pain for a week now, and no one seems to give a shit.”
When he said that, I hit the power button on the television remote and turned toward him. “What are you talking about? What pain?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
Another loud thud came from our bedroom.
“Okay, I’m getting a little worried,” I said, jumping from the couch, but Adam caught my hand before jerking me back.
“How about telling me what the hell is going on? Austin’s been acting really weird, and now you and Roscoe are into bondage?”
I let out a sigh and sat back down. It was all going to come out eventually, only how Adam would react seemed to depend on how the stars were aligned.
“Apparently your kuu mate has been making moonshine in the garage. That’s why they were in jail.”
“That bastard!”
“I know. I also got in trouble because of him.”
“He made all that booze, and he didn’t share anything with me!”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, which caught Adam’s attention. He turned, tossing me a forced sympathetic look.
“Sorry. Why did you get into trouble.”
“Because apparently Mosavi thinks I’m capable of leading you morons, but I can’t get anyone to listen or clean up or not break the law. You don’t think about anyone but yourself. Austin flies into unbridled rage, and Roscoe—well—you’re well aware of his antics.”
“I do not only think about myself.”
“Yes, you do! You were celebrating having all the money to yourself that night if I went to jail, too. You didn’t even get upset until I reminded you that you’re just as fucked.
” I paused for a moment, trying to ease the conversation forward.
“Plus, yeah. It would have been nice to talk to you when we were at the bar.”
“This again?”
Another opportunity presented itself, and I’d wanted to get this off my chest.
“I tried talking to you all night at the club, but you kept ignoring me and running up my tab.” He didn’t respond, and for the first time he actually seemed embarrassed.
“I was hoping we could hang out as friends, but you don’t treat me like a friend.
You treat me like a doormat. I wish I could say the bad was the first time, but hell, you even put me in an impossible situation before we moved without even talking to me first.”
“I—” He opened his mouth to continue but shook his head and looked at the floor. “I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, of course,” I replied.
“I don’t hate you or anything, but you’re just too much sometimes.
” I studied the look on his face, which seemed remorseful enough for me to bring up the other big topic.
“I know this is going to be difficult for you, but you need to try harder with Austin.”
“What I did to you was really bad, but don’t tell me to be nice to a guy that treats me like shit all the time.”
“You said he didn’t always treat you like this. What happened?”
“What do you mean, what happened? He showed his real self.”
“Have you guys ever talked?”
Adam stared at me pensively. “I guess. A long time ago.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Dude, I don’t fucking remember. He was always whining about something when I wanted to have fun. I told him to stop bumming me out all the time and loosen up. That seemed to help for a while, but then he started getting really aggressive.”
“And you don’t see a problem with anything you just said?”
“Not with me!”
“How are you this dense?” I looked toward the hallway, everything having gone very quiet since I’d left a helpless Roscoe alone with a werewolf following my orders.
I had absolutely no room to talk about Adam being a bad kuu mate.
Rosco and I had a dynamic where he would piss me off and I’d get some kind of revenge, but none of it felt right this time.
Then I thought about how Roscoe protected me last night, and that was when the guilt crushed me. I finally hopped off the couch and walked into the hallway.
“What are you doing?” Adam asked, following me.
“I just realized I’m just as shitty as you are.” I slammed open the door to see Austin lying with both hands folded under his head while a semi-conscious Roscoe lay drooling next to him.
“Interesting conversation?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Austin said, his irises back to their usual amber. He smiled and looked over at the motionless werewolf. “It’s great. He can’t escape, and I was just getting to varnishes.”
With a bit of smug satisfaction, I looked down at the old werewolf but couldn’t shake that something was off with his blank expression.
“Oh, by the way,” Austin added, “I accidentally turned that thing on high. Was wondering why he kept throwing himself off the bed.”
“Oh my God,” I shouted, frantically searching for the key to the cuffs before dashing toward the bed. “How long was he like that?”
After I slipped the key into the hole, the enchantment Roscoe was under disappeared. I then began removing everything attached to him.
“I dunno. Maybe five minutes. It was kinda funny watching him flop around like a trout on the floor.”
Roscoe didn’t move, and I started to really worry. He’d warned me that this stuff was dangerous, and now I’d probably messed him up.
“Well, fun’s over. Everyone out!”
“Aww.” Austin climbed out of bed, eyeing Adam dismissively.
After undoing the strap on his muzzle, I gave the cock cage a tap with the magic key, and it expanded before falling off him.
“I’m so sorry, Roscoe. I didn’t know.”
The werewolf remained silent and turned toward the wall.
“Guess I’ll leave you two alone,” Austin said, walking out of the room, but not before shoving Adam to the side. The half-turn scoffed at me before walking in the opposite direction, toward the back door. I’d have to take care of that later.
“I went too far.”
Roscoe still didn’t say anything, and tears welled in my eyes. There was a slight wiggle from below where his tail was, but I was more concerned with the possibility that I’d just destroyed things between us.
“I’m so sorry Roscoe. Please talk to me,” I said through tears. There was that wiggle again. “What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do whatever you want.”
His ears stuck straight, and I grew suspicious immediately.
“I could go for some barbeque,” he said, sniffling.
“Oh—okay,” I said, pulling away as his tail thudded the mattress. “I’ll go pick some up. Anything else?”
“Could really go fer some snacks, too. We traded all the ones we had in the cupboard.”
“Fine. I’ll stop by the store and get some.”
I shuffled off the bed, and Roscoe still didn’t look back at me.
“Are we good?”
The older werewolf sniffled again.
“I dunno.”
I sighed and stopped at the bedroom door.
“I’m really really sorry, Roscoe.” With that, I shut the door and started toward the living room, but not before I remembered I hadn’t asked him what kind of barbeque he wanted.
When I opened the door, Roscoe was grinning and dancing around like a fool before freezing the moment I walked in. My remorse completely dissolved as I crossed my arms.
“What do you want from the restaurant?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Roscoe’s tail dropped between his legs and his ears fell to the sides of his head.
“Uh… I could really go fer some pulled pork.”
“You were fucking with me, weren’t you?”
Roscoe’s pupils dilated, and he gave me the saddest expression he could muster.
“It was so awful. Can’t believe you did that to me. That was the most bored I’d ever been in my life.”
My eyes narrowed as his tail betrayed him.
“You actually enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“I did not!” Roscoe snapped. “That was embarrassing, and I couldn’t do nothin’.”
His tail continued to wag, and I was actually thankful werewolves couldn’t control it. It was like a long, furry lie detector, but I decided to let him have this round. Even if he was pretending to be that upset, I still felt awful.
I picked the cuffs, cage, and strap off the floor, tossed them into the bag then zipped it shut. “I’m throwing these away. You’re right. They’re probably too dangerous to mess around with.”
Roscoe grabbed my arm.
“Let’s not get too hasty,” he said, pulling the bag away from me. “There’s no harm in keepin’ the stuff fer a little while longer.”
“But you said—”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” he interrupted, tossing the bag into the closet before pulling the folding doors closed. He turned back and smirked. “Make sure to get sweet sauce.”
“Fine.”
“Oh, and horseradish if they have it.”
“For pulled pork?”
Roscoe licked his lips. “Get me some roast beef, too.”
“Anything else, your majesty?” I asked, my tone descending into a deeper annoyance.
“Nah. That should make up fer what you did.”
“You might actually wake up bald tomorrow,” I muttered under my breath while walking out of the bedroom.
“Get some spicy sauce, too!”