Page 68 of Caged Hunger

“What? What are you guys watching, porn or something?” Cameron joked, clearly waiting for one of the two idiots to explain what was so funny.

Blade straightened up and clutched the tablet to his chest, blocking the screen from their view.

“Well, I was checking the bar’s email and came across a video someone sent us,” Blade began.

“We have email?” Ace asked.

“Yes, on the bar website,” Blade responded.

“We have a bar website?” Lucas asked.

Blade rolled his eyes. “Yes, for appearances’ sake, Marcus paid some kid to set up a website for us. I occasionally check the email to answer stupid questions like ‘What time are you open until?’ to which I reply, ‘Until the time listed under the Hours of Operation tab.’ People are fuckin’ dumb. Did you know that?”

Basher nodded his head. It was good that he was responsible for answering people’s emails because he would not have been as nice as Blade.

Basher didn’t do stupid. Basher liked to punch stupid in the goddamn face.

“So anyway, what did you get?” Ace asked, clearly annoyed by the side trip his husband’s story was taking.

Blade glanced up at Basher, then at Cameron.

Basher’s stomach dropped at the pitying look on Blade’s face.

Turning the tablet toward them all, Blade pressed Play on the video that currently filled the screen.

Cameron let out a gasp and covered his mouth when the image of him getting fucked doggy-style came to life in front of their eyes.

The sounds of moaning and grunting and skin on skin filled the room as Basher and Cameron looked on in horror.

The video was a recording of a laptop playing the video, but it was clear that it was both Basher and Cameron fucking in it. Basher was wearing his usual mask, with Cameron’s face on full display. But given the display of tattoos shown on the screen, there was no doubt it was Basher doing the plowing.

“Oh my god.” Cameron gasped, eyes locked on the screen.

Ace lunged forward and stopped the clip immediately. He turned to face Cameron and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Were you aware that this video was taken?” Ace asked in probably the calmest, softest voice Basher had ever heard.

Cameron nodded. “Yes. That’s one of my videos. I’ve been filming content for a few months now. That’s one of the videos.”

“Gotta say, judging by that performance, you must have a huge fan base,” Blade said to Cameron. Then he turned to Basher. “You got a license for that thing? ’Cause I swear, no human should be allowed to walk around with a monster like that between their legs.” He leaned forward and extended his arm, waiting for Basher to give him a fist bump.

Basher swatted his hand away from him.

“How about I break your fuckin’ face?” Basher growled. He wasn’t upset about appearing in the leaked video. What infuriated him was the fact that it was clearly hurting Cameron.

“Hey, hey. Sorry, dude. Just trying to pay you a compliment,” Blade said, throwing his arms up in mock defeat.

“I swear, sometimes you have the brain of a thirteen-year-old,” Ace shot back, glancing over at his dumbass husband.

“Is there a problem?” Marcus asked, his voice booming from his open office door. He was glaring at Basher and Blade.

He stepped out and walked over to where they were all standing.

“It’s nothing. Some asshole just sent one of Basher and Cameron’s sex videos to the bar’s email address. Clearly, they wanted to get the guys in trouble or something,” Ace explained, holding the tablet in his hand.

Marcus took the tablet and stared at the still image on the screen.

“You two are fucking?” Marcus asked, glancing over at the two of them.