Jack murmurs from over my shoulder, “What the fuck, Ace?”
“We want him to talk, don’t we?” I turn back to Ledger. “So, what’s it going to be? A nice smooth fuck with the rounded end, or a whole heap of splinters shoved up your ass?”
Ledger shakes his head, horrified. “You wouldn’t dare. Do you know who my family are? What they will do to you? Your club? To Camile? If you let me go, I can talk to them and help your cause. You’re not stupid enough to throw that away.”
I chuckle, and even I can detect the maniacal tone. “Want to put a wager on that?”
Ledger shoots the Numbnuts a frantic glare. “Do something!”
I have no idea what he thinks they might be capable of doing. They’re bleeding and crying, and sometime soon, they’ll be dead.
“Pull down his pants and bend him over that box.” I point to one in the corner.
Big Mike arches one eyebrow at me. “You sure about this, Ace?”
“Never been more sure of anything.”
He looks to Jack, who stares at me for a long beat, and then grimly nods.
Bike Mike kicks the box into the center of the room and hauls Ledger up off the floor. He’s still hogtied, so I release his feet but leave his hands tied behind his back, then undo his jeans and drag them down his thighs. He’s not wearing any underwear. Between me and Mike, we fold him down over the box, so his ass is sticking into the air.
“Get the fuck off me!” His voice is muffled from his broken nose, and he fights with everything he has left, but the cold barrel of Smokie Saul’s gun pressed to the back of his head makes him fall still.
I tap the broken piece of broom handle satisfyingly against my palm. “What is it they say? The dildo of consequence rarely arrives lubed.” I can’t rememberwhere I saw that. Think it was on a meme, but it sounds about right to me.
“I swear to God, if you do this, you will all pay!” Ledger screams.
“You know, I always heard that spit makes for terrible lube,” I tell him, almost thoughtfully. “Maybe we should put it to practice and see the results?”
“Get off me, you fucking lunatic.”
I roll my tongue around my mouth, then spit onto the tip of the broom handle. I kick his feet apart and place the smooth end to his asshole. “That was a kindness I won’t repeat again. Want to tell us everything? Last chance?”
He struggles. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Wrong answer.” With an unforgivable thrust, I shove several inches of the handle up Ledger’s ass.
His back arches, his chin lifts, and he lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Just breathe,” I tell him. “Isn’t that what we tell the girls? Just breathe through it and you’ll be fine.”
He’s panting now, his shoulders shaking. I give the handle a couple more nudges, pulling back and driving it back in. Ledger grunts and moans with every thrust.
“Guy’s getting a hardon,” Mike says in disgust.
Sure enough, he does. His erection hangs in the space between his thighs and the side of the box.
I shake my head. “Is this gonna make you come? You like it, huh? Always dreamed of a whole bunch of big men fucking you in the ass? How do you like it when we watch you?”
Unzipping myself with my free hand, I take out my cock and wrap my hand around it. Yeah, okay, maybe Ido have an erection, but it’s from the satisfaction of the retribution more than what I’m doing to Ledger.
Jack rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Ace. I don’t think we need the goddamn porn show.”
“Camile got a face full of cum, so I reckon Ledger needs one, too.”
“Stay the fuck away from me,” Ledger howls.
“Tell us what the plan was, or I’ll switch ends and you can get jagged splinters tearing a hole in your ass.”
