“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 shovingit 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 somekind 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?”
