Bruno Greene was a family man. Marrying young, early in his twenties, was quite a sight to behold among his army peers. He and his wife, Lilly, had lived on-base and were a harmonious couple to everyone who had the pleasure of knowing them. Loving, supportive, stable. It's no wonder they decided to have children only a year into the marriage. The first to be born was Lucian - blonde after his mom, with eyes so blue they rivaled the sky. Oh how Bruno had adored him. A year after, a brother! Peter graced the Greene family with brown hair, just like his pa! His eyes, a molten copper, were just as shiny to Bruno as Lucian's. And the last to join the Greenes - Daniel. Once again only a year younger than the last child, Daniel was special - he not only had brown hair after his proud father, but the same emerald eyes to match. Being overwhelmed with three baby boys, Lilly and Bruno prudently decided to hold off on any more mouths to feed. It was hard, yes, but it was a happy life for them. Mom was at home with the boys, trying to keep them all safe and sound. Dad worked like clockwork, but somehow still found energy to dedicate to his beloved wife and kids. Exemplary.
This continued on for years. Bruno's diligence was rewarded as he ascended from rank to rank as time went by - this could mean busier days, yes, but also a lot more free time. The boys thrived under their parents' care. Lucian was loud and brave, always speaking his mind and standing up for the weak. Peter was a quiet fellow, mostly keeping to himself, yet still eager to please. Daniel was the most meek out of the brothers, but the sweetest, and a very obedient sport too! Be it athletics, academics, arts or any other fields, the three brothers were above-average at most things they pursued. A true pride for their parents! And thus the image of a perfect family shone as brightly as ever.
This lasted until the oldest reached the age of ten. For his birthday, he wanted to go on a trip, and so the family obliged. But there was an accident - poor Lucian had to be hospitalized immediately and a blood transfusion was required. And Bruno got to hear the blood type of his son for the first time - AB... That was strange, Bruno was a 0... Bruno knew the basics of blood types and this did not add up. He had never thought about looking into this, but what if... what if the children were never his? No, Bruno couldn't let doubt gnaw at him, not when his son was in a serious condition. But the bug in his mind remained, eating away with each passing hour. The operation was a success! Lucian only had to be in the hospital for a few days. A reason to rejoice! But one person was not in a celebratory mood. On the day of Lucian's release, Bruno could not take it anymore. He had kept himself busy with work up until then, but it was not enough. He had to know the truth. And so he confronted his wife...
The divorce was speedy. Lilly did not demand anything and willingly left everything in the care of Bruno, including the children. She went MIA soon after - no working phone number, no address, nothing. Surprisingly, Bruno did not seem affected at all during these proceedings. He was calm and collected. Like a perfect statue. To most people this was the behavior of a perfect father: remaining strong for his three boys and ready to always be by their side - ready to step up to his role. Yet most people could not see inside the Greenes' house. A lot was different. Whereas corporal punishment was a rarity during Lilly's era, after her departure it became the go-to. Many a times did the boys lie about getting into an accident when asked about a bruise or a bloodied nose. They could not share the real origin of their brutal wounds. Not only did Bruno become more physical, he also became colder. He did not care enough to help with homework, did not give a shit about illnesses, didn't bother to come to practice. He ruled with a frigid iron fist.
Each of the boys had a different way of coping with this: Lucian became rebellious and irate, lashing out at everyone in the vicinity. Of course, that meant he took the brunt of Bruno's beatings. Peter, on the other hand, melded with the walls of the house. He stayed quiet, did not question, did not complain, simply existed. Every day he counted the remaining years until he could finally leave. Daniel had perhaps the most interesting way of dealing with his father. He became even kinder than he had already been. Every time he received a hit, he would apologize. Every chore he got assigned, he would thank for. He even adapted his sleeping schedule to match his dad's - that way he could make sure Bruno left home happy and went to bed happy. Work no one asked him to do? Done. Even when his brothers got into trouble, he attempted to take the blame for them. He wanted to make sure everyone in his house could smile again, just like when mom was home. And he was more than prepared to give all of his strength for that goal.
Bruno took note of this. It was odd to him how one of his boys was so oddly compliant and helpful. Almost as if they really were family... Another bug was planted into Bruno's head. This time he did not hesitate with the investigation. He had paternity tests done for all of the kids and lo and behold - Daniel was indeed the only boy who was his. His son. His blood. Suddenly, it clicked for Bruno. It all made sense. And the second shift occurred within the Greene household.
The preferential treatment Daniel received was clear as day. Daniel had a room to call his own. The brothers? Shared a cramped, dusty storage room, repurposed to look somewhat habitable. Bruno attended all of Daniel's football matches. Yet he could not even remember what sport the brothers played. When Daniel received an F from a teacher, Bruno immediately investigated with the school and had disciplinary actions enacted. The brothers had received a mighty beating for an F from the same class and teacher during the previous years.
Yet Daniel, seeing this treatment, became even more zealous in his quest of helping the brothers. He would always defend their case before Bruno, though he never outright lied. He would not snitch unless asked directly. He even helped Peter move out once he reached eighteen. After that, it was just Bruno, Daniel and Lucian left in the house. Lucian went to college, which Daniel persuaded Bruno to pay for. As Daniel too went out for college, Bruno decided to move out of his on-base house and instead get a nice little home near the base. That meant no pesky surveillance from the job or random inspections. It also meant letting Daniel stay as much as he wanted, for as long as he wanted, even after he'd be finished with school. And today would be the first summer where Daniel would officially come home from pursuing his academic goals. Bruno could not wait.
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Wheels scraping on the pavement. Rolling closer and closer to the oaken door. Daniel only took one deep breath before knocking on the lacquered wood, hearing the sound of his new home's knock for the first time. The sharp sound echoed both indoors and outside, impossible to ignore. It carried with itself a tinge of finality. It felt... weird. All his life he had lived on-base, with curfews, noise policies and whatnot. But now he was just standing here, in a normal neighborhood, waiting for his dad to open the door. It took nineteen years for him to experience his first move, and he was away at college when it happened. It was a pity. He had wanted to be there to help his dad. What if he had lost his temper with someone? Well, Lucian hadn't been around either, so there had probably not been any actual violence. But still! It would've gone by a lot smoother if he had been allowed to help out, Daniel was sure of it.
His train of thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming closer to the entrance. That noise was unmistakable. No matter how long he was away, Daniel would always recognize his dad's way of walking. Heavy, commanding - a sound not asking, but demanding to be heard. The door opened, as the two pairs of green eyes met after months. Too long, for both of them. Bruno did not wait for a greeting as he scooped up his son and pressed him firmly against his chest.
"Welcome home, boy! Missed you lots. You behaved while you were away, right?" Bruno said, more as a jest than an actual question.
"Of course I did! Wouldn't want to cause more problems for you. And yeah, hello, dad. It's good to see you too. Missed you more." Daniel says as he quickly reciprocates the embrace.
"Of course you did. You always were a nice and obedient boy. Dad's proud of you, boy." Bruno said as he loosened his grip a bit, allowing himself to look down at his son.
"Thanks, dad." Daniel replied - curt, but sweet.
They stood there for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence again. Bruno was not one to keep Daniel against his will, but the remaining tightness of the hug was a clear indicator of his wishes. And Daniel would not be himself if he went against those.
The younger man made sure to look past his father's face every now and then, peering into the house behind him. The furniture was mostly the same as in the old house, but there were a few new additions. Like a new TV - wider and smart. A new clock too, digital just like the old one. His eyes buzzed around with excitement and nostalgia - a complicated mix. Yet two steady hands came to cradle his face as the man he should be paying attention to smiled.
"Ready to see our new place? I decorated your room for you. You'll have to tell me what you think later." Bruno said quietly.
"Thanks, dad. Yeah, I'm more than ready. It'll be nice to see what you did to the place, since you were so keen on doing the moving yourself. But... I must say, I will miss the old place. A lot of memories were left behind there." Daniel said wistfully.
"Yeah... A lot of memories indeed..." Bruno said, his lips straightening, thinning.
This conversation of theirs was interrupted by a clearing of the throat behind Daniel. He turned around.
There he was - Lucian. His brows furrowed, yet his eyes harbored no emotion. Hard, distant, empty and dim. He did not radiate even a sliver of enthusiasm. His shoes scraped against the pavement as he awkwardly shuffled his feet, before planting them firmly onto the ground. He opened his mouth.
"I hope I'm not interrupting." he said.
"Oh! Sorry. Didn't see you there. You probably want to go inside. Let me-" Daniel was saying, but was interrupted.
"I did see you there, and you are interrupting. Waiting a bit will not kill you. I hope you at least have that crumb of politeness in you." Bruno said, deadpan.
A quick sigh from Lucian was all he got as a response. The older brother simply picked up his bags and started walking towards the entrance. He wanted to squeeze past the two men in the door, but was quickly stopped as he got to Daniel.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with my son yet, so wait." Bruno said, anger slowly filling his voice.
"I'll just squeeze past. Don't worry, I don't want to be in your hair any more than you do. Just, let me get past you..." Lucian said, as irritated as ever.
"No. You will wait. Be glad you can even stay here. If not for Daniel, I'd have thrown you out long ago. Crazy how Peter managed to get the fuck out of my house before you, leech." Bruno said, narrowing his eyes as Lucian's bags pressed against Daniel's.
Lucian simply scoffed. Leech? He paid rent and cooked his own food. The only room he really shared with the other two inhabitants was the bathroom, but even there he tried to avoid them as much as he could. But yeah, Bruno was right. Lucian wanted to stay. Because leaving would mean giving up, and he was not a person to do that. He had never been a quitter.
"As I said, I'll just squeeze past and you won't see me for the rest of the day, rest assured." Lucian insisted as he tried to fit into the gap between the door frame and Bruno's body.
Yet it was a bit too narrow. He recoiled back from not being able to fit and accidentally knocked into one of Daniel's suitcases. It lay on the pavement horizontally, clearly intact and fine.
"Sorry, didn't mean to." Lucian mumbled in Daniel's direction.
"Oh, it's fine, don't wo-" Daniel was saying, but got interrupted again.
Interrupted by Bruno yanking Lucian's bags out of his hands and throwing them out onto the street. His arms were like two tangles of steel cords as he had gripped them with full strength. They landed all over the road, some opening up and spreading their contents all over.
"What the fuck, dude?!" Lucian shouted, but was met with a slap to the face.
The red imprint of Bruno's big, calloused hand glowed on his cheek as he suddenly started having trouble standing, head spinning.
"I told you what to address me as, and it is not 'dude'. And it is certainly not with profanity." Bruno said as his voice cooled, chilly like an ice shard.
A smug smile started forming on the man's face, but he quickly suppressed it, going back to a more neutral disposition.
"If you can't respect my son's belongings, I don't see why I should respect yours." Bruno added, turning towards Daniel.
"Oh, that really wasn't necessary, dad. I'm sure Lucian didn't mean it." Daniel said, shooting an apologetic look towards Lucian.
"Mean it or not, he was disciplined as one should be for a mistake." Bruno said matter-of-factly, before slowly gaining a smile again. "Now, let's get in, Daniel. Can't keep you outside for too long. What kind of dad would I be?"
Without waiting for a response, Bruno simply picked up Daniel's stuff from before the entrance and quickly ushered the young man into the house, closing the door behind them without even looking back. Daniel had tried to hold him off, eyes sad as he gazed at his hurt brother, but meek protests did not help against the behemoth.
As the door clicked shut, Lucian bit into his sleeve and yelled. Yelled so loud, yet so quiet. How he wanted to curse, to tear through the door right now and give that asshole a piece of his mind. Pain grounded him again. His cheek stung with a harsh burn, like a thousand miniature nails prickling at his skin, but that could wait. The worry for his belongings was greater. What if Bruno had broken something expensive? What if 'that' broke? Fuck, that would have been the last thing he needed. Quickly regaining his composure after the strong slap, he moved to the road, which radiated early summer heat. Not wanting to risk traffic or any other mishaps, he made sure to pick his things up rapidly and methodically. Traits he was forced to learn under Bruno's 'care', usually the hard way.
Yet the raged boiled inside of him. Fuck, how he wanted to punch that son-of-a-bitch in the face. A hit for each hit he had ever received. Bruno'd be so bloody, it'd be a miracle if he survived. But no, he could not. That would never happen. Not only was Bruno stronger and more trained than him - if by some chance he did manage to beat Bruno, he had no doubt that the tyrant would unleash every connection and trick at his disposal to get back at him.
He had to endure. He had to lay low. He had to wait. Wait for a chance to strike and finally give Bruno his due desserts. With that mindset, he picked up his refilled slightly-torn bags and made his way into the house. The door opened with surprising silence, nothing like the creaky junk they had on the old house. This quiet allowed Lucian to hear the chatter coming from upstairs all the better. Daniel and Bruno were probably bonding... again. Lucian could not help but roll his eyes at their behavior.
Looking around the space he was in, he very quickly came to the conclusion he was in the living room. TV, couch, table, lamp - nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn't see into any other room as the doors were shut and he certainly didn't want to be caught checking the place out - Bruno would probably get on his case again. So he made his way up the stairs, trying to ask the (hopefully) last couple of questions for today.
Following the voices, he was led to an open door which revealed a plush blue room, fully equipped with a bed, desk with a PC, bookshelf, sports balls, telescope and a lot of other trinkets and furniture. The two men he heard were sitting on the bed, open suitcase in front of them, as they whispered things into each other's ears. Every sentence traded, a laugh. They were so cozy with each other. Lucian wanted to scowl out of disgust. The tyrant and his henchman. Revolting. But he controlled himself and with a steady voice following a subtle knock made his presence known.
"Sorry, but where is my room? And where is the bathroom?" he asked.
"This floor, next to the stairs, first door left. There's a bed there, can't mistake it. Well, you probably could, but even your incompetence should have its limits. And the bathroom for you is on the first floor, right next to the kitchen." Bruno said, not even dignifying Lucian's presence with a glance his way.
Instead, Bruno immediately went back to talking with Daniel. His favorite. Every word that left Bruno's mouth made it harder and harder for Lucian not to voice his absolute disdain. But he would control himself. He had to. Without a further word, he simply turned around and hauled his battered bags to the door which he assumed led to his room.
Sure enough, he saw a bed in the room. It was really the only thing in it. The space was cramped, fitting a singular bed, desk and chair - leaving almost no space for anything else. A normal person would be outraged at the difference between his accommodation and his brother's. But not Lucian - he had expected this. Honestly, compared to his predictions, this was a bit too generous even. He even had a window. Wow, what luxury.
Quickly stuffing his luggage underneath the bed, he closed the door again and went to check out the bathroom. He had fished out his toothpaste and toothbrush, complete with a cup to place down on a sink. Usually, one would see having a toothbrush at a house as a symbol of feeling at home. But not Lucian - to him, this new house felt more like a prison. Not that the old house didn't feel like one - this one was just fancier. Like a gilded cage instead of an iron one. The same spiked bars though.
He made his way downstairs and looked at the various doors in front of him. Now what? Next to the kitchen would be a fantastic instruction if he had known where the kitchen was in the first place. He tried opening a door at random, and sure enough, that was not a bathroom. He was greeted by a tiled floor all in black and white. A fridge hummed in the corner, as the furnace and counters matched the rest of the grayscale kitchen. Appliances more high-tech than he had ever experienced - college dorms or elsewhere. Too bad he'd probably be barred entry from it for most of the time. As per usual.
The door was quickly closed as he opened the door to the left. And as the instructions said, he was met with a small room which smelled after toilet cleaner. The room was pretty dark, as the only light pouring into it was from the small window on the top of the wall. A shower, toilet and sink - no cabinet, not even a mirror. Pretty sparse bathroom, but he had to work with this. He placed his dental bundle above the sink onto the little shelf which had been empty until then. It was a bit strange. Bruno should have had his stuff in there, no?
He was not about to ask, though. The less interacting he had to do, the better. But it seemed like that wasn't in the cards today, as two pairs of footsteps made their way down - one loud and stomping, the other quieter and hushed. Daniel was wearing a matching pair of house slippers with Bruno. Why was Lucian even surprised at this point.
"Oh! How do you like the house so far, big bro?" Daniel asked, an innocent smile spreading on his face.
Bruno not-so-subtly released a single 'tsk' at the question, but did not comment further. Lucian, meanwhile, was more annoyed at the question. Daniel had to know what he was feeling like, living with Bruno again. But that little shit just couldn't NOT rub it in.
"It's a nice house, for sure." Lucian said, contorting his lips into a tense smile.
Silence stretched between the men, every second more awkward. Lucian sure wasn't going to break it, and Bruno also had no interest. Daniel's eyebrows slanted backwards, smile dropping a bit.
"Well... I hope we get to have a nice summer together. We could maybe take a trip together, you and me. You know, just like old times!" Daniel said, trying to chipper up his attitude again.
Lucian's forehead spotted a prominent artery, but he bit his tongue as his tense smile turned into a toothy grin. That fucker wanted to gloat, didn't he? 'Oh, let's take a trip, big bro. So I can tell you all about how much more dad loves me, big bro.' Yeah, no.
"I'll think about it. It'd be nice, but I think I'll pass. I'll be busy this summer." Lucian said.
Bruno scoffed and interjected into the conversation.
"Oh? With what? Is leeching going to keep you busy that much? Or perhaps you finally got a job? No, that couldn't be. Too good to be true. Maybe you upgraded to drugs? Oh, wait, you already did that, so I guess that'd be old news, huh." he said with mock pensiveness.
Lucian wanted to retort, but Daniel was quicker.
"Dad, it's okay. I'm sure Lucian's just busy with... his studies! Or maybe he did get a job! A lot of college students find work, you know. I'm sure he has a good program planned already! It's okay." Daniel said, trying to deescalate the situation before it got truly heated.
Both of the men looked at him. Silence. Bruno was the first to break it. He sighed and simply walked past Lucian into the kitchen.
"Champ, I still have leftovers from yesterday. Pasta sound good?" he said, looking straight at Daniel.
"Oh, yeah, that's fine! That's one of my favorites." Daniel said, happy about the change of topic.
"I assume I still cook my own food." Lucian butted in, looking pointedly at Bruno.
"Of course. The food in this house is off limits to you. If you want to eat, you can use the kitchen when we're not in it. You buy and store your own slop, of course." Bruno responded before disappearing into the kitchen.
Lucian would have gotten angry, but once again, this was something he had lived with for years. Nothing new on that front. Daniel walked past Lucian, stopping to give him an apologetic look, and followed his dad.
That was fine. Daniel could gloat with his food privileges. With his room privileges. With his MANY other privileges. That was all fine. Lucian would use the time these two tyrants spent together and launch his own plan. He quietly walked up the stairs and quickly clawed his hand into one of his bags, picking up a small camera. It was small enough to not be noticed, but captured video in surprisingly good quality. All he had to do was just place it somewhere where he could get some dirt on Bruno. He sneaked his way through the hallway, ears wide open to check if anyone was coming upstairs. Being caught red-handed would not end well.
Thankfully, the other two seemed pretty busy eating, with the clicking of cutlery and occasional laughter drifting from the floor below. That was okay, they could have their fun - Lucian was going to have his fun later. But where would he place the camera? His brother's room would not do much - the perfect little angel was too busy pretending to be spotless to do any incriminating shit. What other rooms were there to choose from?
He opened up a door at random, not knowing what may lie behind it. What greeted him was yet another tiled floor, this time in two distinct shades of blue. A luxurious tub with a shower stood on one side of the room, while a double sink and a hi-tech toilet with a bidet were on the other side. Of course Bruno had another bathroom and of course Lucian was not allowed to use it. He found two sets of toothbrushes in this bathroom - sharing a cup. Swallowing the feelings of injustice, Lucian tried to think rationally again. Except for a nude shot, there would probably not be much he could get from a camera in here, if the lens would even work under moisture and steam. Not worth it.
He closed the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. His two housemates were still busy fine dining, judging based on the persisting soundscape. Lucian continued his endeavor, opening another door. This time, he was met with a green-beige wallpaper framing a lovely looking bedroom. A double bed and a wardrobe on one side, some weights and a desk on another and that was it. Very scarce, but so very Bruno. Lucian could tell just by the lingering smell of sweat alone that this was lived in. What could he get from a bedroom though? His dad had not had sex for as long as he could remember after Lilly, so no affairs to record. And there was no real space for anything to be hidden either. But fuck, where else would a camera work well? He was not about to find a sex dungeon or anything like that, so might as well. He really should have thought this through more, but too late. Looking around, he tried to find a good spot to place the camera into. He opted for the door frame - it was painted black just like the camera and had a view which captured the entire room.
Determined not to waste any more time thinking about this, he stuck the camera onto the frame, looking at it from multiple angles to make sure it wouldn't be spotted. And sure enough, no matter how hard he looked, it was not visible unless he came really close. And Bruno would not suspect Lucian enough to check his door frame out of all the things in the house... right? He was not at that level of crazy yet, correct? Well, Lucian could hope not.
Just as he finished installing the cam and closed the door behind him, he spotted a familiar brown buzz-cut make its way up. Lucian bolted towards his own bedroom's door as he met Daniel at the top of the staircase.
"Oh, hi." Daniel waved at his brother.
But Lucian was already halfway into him room at that point, slamming the door shut behind him. That was close... if Bruno had a single reason to suspect Lucian was planning something, his hell of a domestic life would hit a new rock bottom. As he slid down on the wall, his head filled with possibilities. What all could he find? In what way could he finally show that piece of shit just how it feels to be disrespected for most of your life?
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Lucian had holed himself up in his room for a good few hours. He had set-up his room a bit - lamp, clothes, laptop. Not really something people would call decorating, but he sure felt a lot more at home now than before. Well, as much as one could feel 'home' in this nightmare of a house. The camera he haphazardly installed was recording everything, video and sound, and storing it for a good 24 hours. So far, browsing the footage, he had found nothing. Not really surprising, but he did feel disappointed. He had hoped this would be quick and simple. But as per usual, nothing with Bruno ever was.
Properly closing the door behind himself, Lucian made his way to the kitchen with some food in his hand. Ramen would be enough. It was almost time for Bruno to go to sleep, since he'd go to work ridiculously early, as per usual. And Daniel, being the little minion that he was, would of course wake up with him to send him off. Lucian had no doubts about it. Just the thought alone made his stomach twist and turn - how could anyone want to do something for Bruno? The disgusting machismo he carried himself with, the intimidating aura he projected to seem threatening - everything about that man was an embarrassment. Yet somehow, he was highly ranked at his job and quite the shots caller with his other loser friends? Pathetic, the whole lot.
He arrived in the kitchen, haphazardly reaching for the kettle and filling it - water splashing all over the sink and counters. Not that he cared much, at least Bruno'd have more work. His fingers drummed against the granite tops, fingernails chewed off to tiny nubs. His socked feet flexed against the tiles, slightly cold despite it already being summer. Not that he had any house slippers to put on. He'd have to remember to buy some.
As the kettle started boiling, he pulled out a random bowl to pour into, placing the ramen noodles straight into it as well. The bowl burned into his hands as he carried it over to the table, fork ready. He sat down and started eating. Alone. He didn't bother to turn on the lights, as it was still quite bright outside. Yet he had to squint quite a lot to even lift the noodles up. Besides his slurping, there were no other noises to accompany him. No clock on the wall to tick, no droplets hitting metal in a hypnotic rhythm, no breath to prove that he's not alone. Just Lucian and the food. And yet this was just another passing thought for him. Be it the previous house or his dorms, this was the way it usually ended up.
A few minutes flew by as he found his fork scratching at porcelain, unable to find any more noodles to eat. He quickly took the bowl, gulped down the remaining liquid and sloppily rinsed it in the sink, placing it on the rack to dry. In the same silence he ascended to his room, not even bothering to check what the rest of his 'family' was up to. He simply closed the door behind him and slumped onto the bed sheets. He flailed his arm around lazily until it finally hit his computer, pulling it closer. He opened it, logging in and browsing the camera feed again. Bruno had already showered, so Lucian would probably find him snoring. He checked the few minutes of recording which he could not have spied on during dinner, fast-forwarding through the footage to see if he could spot anything of interest. It was just Bruno changing to his sleepwear. But wait!
There, a segment which was... peculiar. Was that... was that his dick?! Lucian scrambled to connect his headphones and rewound the segment back to its start. He pressed play. He could see it all with his own eyes.
Bruno, clad only in boxers, ready to go to sleep. And yet there was a very obvious tent between his legs. A very large tent at that. Jutting out of his green boxers like a proud monument, cloth strained to its limits. Then, the underwear was shimmied downwards, just enough to make his erect member spring out. The camera quality was shitty, but Lucian could definitely see that Bruno's dick was no joke. Long and girthy, of course it was. Lucian could not prevent the eye roll that followed, but he kept on watching. Bruno's hand gripped the hardened flesh and without hesitation began to rapidly move up and down. The veins on his hands were matching the veins on his penis, large enough to be visible even in the subpar camera quality. The man was wasting no time. His pace quickened within the minute, ready to blow any second. Lucian's ears were hit with quiet, slightly distorted moans from the masturbating man. Bruno's hold became rougher, as even through the pixelation one could see his knuckles slightly whiten and biceps tense. His other hand was covering the head of his dick, blocking out quite a lot of the view. Then actual words started spilling from his mouth.
"Yeah, fuck, take it. Help me out, would you." Bruno said to seemingly no one.
Was he talking to himself? Was he imagining someone? Was he seeing someone? Or was that just his fantasy? Lucian's head was a whirlwind of questions and possible scenarios.
"Yeah, fuck, that's it boy. Take it, Daniel. Take your dad, yeah, fuck, yeah. Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK, Daniel!" Bruno rattled out, each word shooting out faster than the previous one.
And then, the climax. Bruno's words devolved back into moans and groans as he let his own release hit his palm. Unceremoniously, he reached for the tissue box on his end table, wiped it off and threw the sticky tissue into a small bin under his bed. He kept panting on his sheets for a few seconds, before he simply tucked his cock back into his boxers and pulled the covers over himself.
Lucian's mouth was open. Speechless. His hands met his forehead as his brain buzzed, struggling to dissect what he had seen and what this would mean for him. Or what it could do for him. Lips oscillating between a gape and a shit-eating grin.
He did not waste a single second and immediately saved the relevant portion of the recording onto his hard drive. This was too good to be true. Here he was - worried he would not find any way to get back at this good-for-nothing scum... and the world presented him with the most perfect opportunity on a silver platter. He spread his limbs out on his bed as he laughed. Laughed to himself, mirth and bloodlust mixing within his heart. Eyes slightly manic, he wanted to pinch himself to check if this was real. But he didn't have to - he knew this was real. And he knew just how he'd make the predator become prey.
