3. Dean—The Rebels Crew
THREE
DEAN—THE REBELS CREW
"Awww, come on, sweetheart, you know you wanna have a little fun with some dangerous men, don't ya?"
I ran my fingers down the side of her arm, teasing the hot little number I'd picked up at the bar.
Trixie, Traci, Tinkerbelle—I couldn't remember her name, not that it mattered in the least. She was just a hole to fuck, something for my brothers-in-arms to entertain themselves with after the high wore off from our Christmas party adventures.
Tanner dropped some molly, which I'd politely refused since he didn't remember where he got it.
Jack was currently in the driver's seat, letting the aforementioned dude hold a joint for him to hit as he steered the car into the driveway of the asylum.
I had some premium white girl in my pocket and planned to snort a line right off this gorgeous girl's perky tits when we finally got her naked and strapped down.
We never did anything the girls didn't consent to.
No, there were others who roamed the halls of the asylum whose kink might be the absence of consent, but not my crew.
The three of us got off on hurting people consensually, showing them how much they enjoyed the pain before bringing them to the cusp of pleasure and making them beg.
Then, if we liked them, we'd let them come.
And if we didn't? Well, those girls walked home with an unquenched thirst. A need for dick we didn't give them.
The ones we denied eventually found their way back to us.
The blonde I was warming up now glanced at me out of the corner of her eye; all the while, her head was tilted in the direction of the joint now being passed from one side of the front seat to the other. "I dunno, Dean. I mean, you guys are hot, but isn't the asylum, like, haunted or something?"
I was seriously beginning to wonder just how dumb this one was.
Maybe the peroxide in her bottle blonde had fried more than a few brain cells.
"Nah, not haunted, just a bit scary after dark.
" My finger reached out and booped the end of her nose playfully.
"And if you do as I say, you'll be just fine. Scout's honor."
An indecent snort echoed from the front in response to my claim. "You've never been a scout, Dean."
He wasn't snorting so much when my foot connected with the back of his seat. "How would you know?"
"Scouts have a way about them, which you lack, ya fuckstick." He waved his hand in the air snarkily. "That's how."
"How about you just shut up and drive," I snapped back, eager to turn my affections to the prettier target. "Where were we, lovely?"
She giggled a bit in that high-pitched way she had about her with everything she did. "I think you were about to convince me the asylum was safe for outsiders."
"Safe, no. Safe enough, yes."
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. "Same thing."
"Not by a long shot," Tanner tuned in from the front. "You'd best listen to everything Dean says, or you'll end up having a bad time."
The blonde went back to looking out the window instead of at me, and I felt my attraction, my desire for some no-strings sex, slowly fading with every second.
I had to do something, and fast.
My brain caught up to my body, and I reached for my zipper, realizing this bitch needed blunt and directive, or we'd never get anywhere. "I hear you suck dick like you were born to it," I snapped, pulling mine out with less fanfare than usual. "How about you start with mine?"
Her jaw dropped open when I fisted it threateningly, my eyes on her as I waited for her to snap to and realize what I wanted.
When the light went off in her head, the bitch didn't even say anything, just fell forward and put her pretty lips over the swollen head of my cock and moaned prettily.
The vibrations from her noises as she slid down my length were something out of a movie, or a porno, perhaps.
"Ah, yes, there's a good little slut," I praised, my hand on the back of her head already, prepared to start fucking her face if she didn't get me where I wanted to go. "Fucking suck me, bitch. Don't be afraid of it, sweetheart; it doesn't bite—only spits a little if you're doing it right."
Tanner and Jack sniggered in the front seat, but I wasn't about to let being mocked throw my game.
The head was sub-par, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in effort, her head bobbing under my palm as she choked and gagged on my length, tears streaming from her face, spit slipping down around my balls with every pass.
I had to commend her; every time we hit a bump, she took the added force with ease, not even making a disgruntled groan when the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat with enough force to choke her.
"So good," I moaned, throwing my head back against the pleather seats.
"Fuck yeah, baby, suck that dick," I urged, feeling the telltale pulsing in the base of my sac that preluded me shooting a load down someone's throat.
Tonight, it was hers. "Don't make a mess, now.
When I come down that pretty throat, you're to swallow it all down, you got that? "
She whimpered at the tightness of my fist when I gripped her hair and began rocking into her mouth, taking over to seek my own pleasure.
I fucked her face ruthlessly, relentlessly, ignoring the choking, gasping sputters that slipped from her as I stiffened and came, spilling my cum down her throat, over her tongue, marking her where only the two of us could see.
She swallowed every drop, gagging only a little bit as I pulled my cock from her mouth. She sat back in her chair, silently waiting for more direction. I half expected the others to ask for her next, but neither made a sound, their attention on other things.
That just wouldn't do.
"Go on up there, sweetheart," I urged, giving her a little shove toward the roomier front seat. "Tanner has a cock for you to warm."
She eyed the front seat warily for a moment, but when the man in question crooked his finger at her and smiled, she rose from her seat and crawled into his lap, her grin answering his own. "Yes, sir," she teased, wriggling her ass a little as that banging body disappeared into their zone.
Tanner wasted no time taking himself in hand, pumping his girthy dick as she contorted into a semi-seated position in the front seat footwell, carefully slipping her panties off that round, full ass.
He grabbed her ass with the other fist and guided her down onto his length, groaning when she was fully seated.
Tanner had this thing for cock-warming, like it was some kind of power struggle for him.
Making her sit there, his dick buried inside her but unmoving, was the highest form of torture, in my opinion.
But she didn't seem to mind, her ass doing the occasional wriggle as we hit a groove in the road and he was shoved deeper inside her.
One of Jack's hands wandered over and slipped up her shirt, palming a breast as we turned onto the final dregs of the drive, almost to the parking garage where we stashed all the Guild cars. "Fuck, these tits are nice and firm," he growled. "Fake, aren't they?"
She mumbled a subdued 'yes' and looked away, the first visible show of shame since she'd climbed in the back of our ride with me.
"Fake ones are so perky," he continued, rocking his hips in his seat. "I like to slip between them and fuck them until I blow all over a bitch's face. You down for that?"
She shrugged again, her go-to gesture at this point. "I'll do just about anything you want, sugar."
All these whores were the same.
"What if we told you we wanted to string you up, fill every hole on your body, paint you like a fucking Picasso, and leave you dripping with cum, orgasmless and used up, while we jerked off in front of you for round two?"
That got her attention. "You don't plan to let me come?"
Tanner chuckled, slapping some of her exposed ass. "We like to call it 'competitive edging'. You'll love it, bitch, I promise."
She didn't seem too eager for what the night would hold anymore, but she'd long since passed the point where she could back out.
When Jack pulled the car to a stop, sliding into the usual spot we occupied, Tanner shoved her off his lap and opened the door, laughing like a prick when she fell sideways and hit the ground on her knees.
It was a bit cruel, sure, but so were Tanner and Jack. The latter was worse because he liked to cut them up, liked to make them beg him for mercy, for their lives, before he decided to 'be merciful' and let them go—or let them orgasm, whichever they wanted more.
He'd been spending too much time with the warped Scotsman, Angus. That sicko was a piece of work.
She stayed on her knees, supplicant and submissive like I liked them, waiting for her next directions.
Jack got out of the driver's seat and stormed around the car, wrapping his fist in her hair before he yanked her along, kicking and screaming, toward the elevators.
I followed close behind as Tanner rummaged around in the trunk for something.
By the time I reached the two of them, the elevator doors were almost closed, and I had to shove my arm in the section of the doors not yet closed to stop it from sealing on me.
Jack wouldn't kill her if left alone, but he could be ruthless, and I didn't want him to ruin her before we had the chance to have some fun.
"You ain't waiting on Tanner?" I asked, slipping between the doors with a grunt. "He won't be happy."
"There's enough bitch to go around for most of the night," he said simply, his cock already out and hard in his hand.
"Fuck me while she sucks this dick," he growled, slipping his pants around his knees.
"Elevator only takes a minute and a half to hit our floor.
Think you can get me off by then, whore? "
Trixie—or whatever her name was—dropped to her knees and pulled that pretty blonde hair back in a ponytail, her mouth already open for his cock as she whimpered eagerly.
"Oh, god, that's hot," she whined, squirming with one of her hands in her lap, clearly aroused by the position she found herself in.
"Girls like you never do manage to get me all the way off on your own," he complained, bending over her to put his palm against the wall of the tiny rocking box as I slid into place, already half-hard again and ready to give him a pounding.
"Takes a man to fuck me well enough to blow my load anymore.
" His leering grin met my gaze over a shoulder as I spit on my hand and stepped up to the plate.
Tanner was gonna hate himself for missing this.
"Dean here gives great dick. Shame you're gonna miss out on it, dollface. "
Before she could speak, he leaned his forehead against the wall and shoved his dick down her throat, groaning in pleasure when I slid home in his tight ass.
I let out a moan as a low vibration pulsed to life inside his depths, teasing my cock with slow, striated patterns as I bottomed out and hunched over his back, rocking into him with little to no hesitation.
Fucker had a vibrator in his ass.
"Shit, you asshole, that's nice," I panted, gripping his hair in my fist. The sounds of the girl glug-glugging on his cock as I fucked him raw was enough to nearly bring me to completion again, right alongside the stimulation his little hidden toy provided.
My eyes briefly lit on the floor number, widening when I realized I wasn't gonna make it to the finish line before we hit our destination.
Jack groaned and rocked his hips back on me, stunning me to action once more, and I redoubled my efforts, ramming him down Trixie's throat with the force of my thrusts.
The tip of my cock butted against the fucking vibrator in his ass, and I came with a shout just as the fucking elevator doors slid open, revealing our precarious position to the fucking Scots, who stood there watching on in awe.
Angus grunted in disgust and turned away as Jack came with a shout, but the other Scot?
Fergus palmed a steadily growing erection and fucking moaned, his tongue lolling almost as he watched the pretty little number clean Jack's cock with her eager tongue, his eyes widening as I slipped from the man's ass, watching my cum drip from his hole onto the elevator floor between his legs.
"Looks like I missed the party," he muttered, shaking himself from the lust-induced stupor. "Maybe give a guy a holler next time."
Jack pulled his pants back up and dragged the girl along again by her hair, disappearing down the hall toward our rooms with a cackle.
"Maybe get your own fucktoys, O'Leary. These ones are mine."