Page 13 of Caged Hunger

Fucking pussies. All talk, but no balls.

Turning back toward the bar, Basher locked eyes with Cameron, who was smiling at him as if Basher had just offered him the sun.

Ace and another twink named Lucas wrapped their arms around Cameron, checking to see if he was okay and offering him support.

Basher gave Cameron a nod. The boy looked okay. He had to admit, he was kind of impressed by the way Cameron stood up to those men, not taking any shit from any of them.

Cameron probably could have taken care of himself, but Basher was too enraged not to step in. He hated seeing people get bullied. It probably stemmed from his childhood, but seeing a sweet guy like Cameron get bullied had Basher seeing red.

No one deserved to be talked down to or made to feel less than human, no matter their color, gender, ability, or sexual orientation.

Basher wasn’t having any of it.

“Maybe next time, try not getting so much blood on my tables,” Marcus whispered as he stopped next to Basher.

Eyes still locked on Cameron and his friends, Basher responded, “But if there’s no blood, did it even really happen?” Basher turned and smirked at his new boss.

Marcus chuckled. “I think I’m going to like having you around.”

6

BASHER

It was just after four a.m. when Basher finally made it home. The rest of the night had been uneventful. Just your standard drunk idiots being way too loud and making a mess of everything around them.

Basher didn’t mind. He was used to being around messy drunks his whole life. There was something about the biker life that attracted the wild and crazy.

Women threw themselves at any man with tattoos and a half-hard dick. Men bought women drinks, hoping to loosen them up and lower their standards and moral compasses.

If his calculations were correct, he had witnessed three lap dances, two under-the-table hand jobs, six full-on grabs of boobs, and two separate instances of couples fucking behind the bar. One of them was Lucas and Caden. Apparently, those two were notorious for fucking in public—or so Niko claimed.

After pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it onto the floor—he still had to buy that fuckin’ hamper—then unbuckled his jeans as he headed into the en suite bathroom to shower.

He was hot, sweaty, and horny as fuck.

Since getting out of jail, he had yet to get his dick wet. That was going to have to change… very soon. He couldn’t go much longer without getting any. His balls were heavy, and his dick craved some attention.

After taking a quick shower, he grabbed the lube from his nightstand and the tablet from his bag. Propping the tablet on his naked thighs, he began scrolling through the guys online, searching for someone new. Someone sweet and sexy and kind of like…

His breath caught in his chest. Staring back at him were the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen—well, only ever seen standing behind a dingy bar, serving beers to drunken bikers.

Was that…?

Basher clicked on the profile picture, then zoomed in to get a better look.

Holy fuck! It was Cameron!

Well, Jägerboy25, to be exact. The profile said he was twenty-five, lived in Texas, and worked at his campus bar. The info might not be right, but the pictures were definitely of Cameron. He could recognize that mischievous smirk and those gorgeous fucking eyes of his anywhere.

Cameron did porn?

He didn’t seem like the type of guy to exchange sex for money, but who really knew? People lived double lives all the time.

Or perhaps it was someone catfishing him, using Cameron’s pictures as their profile?

Basher quickly flipped through the teaser images and decided he needed to “investigate” further. Clicking on the subscribe button, he watched as his credit card was charged and unrestricted access to the profile was granted.

He immediately scrolled to the videos section and glanced through the list of content Jägerboy25 had posted.