"Dalton... um, it's Dalton." Jesus fucking Christ, this guy is definitely stupid. It won't be long before I either shove a pillow over his face, or wrap my hands around his throat, and choke the life out of him. River's going to lose his shit when I do. It might still be worth it, though. Especially if I have my cock up his ass when he takes his last breath. They get vice-grip tight when that happens.
"Get naked, dirty, pathetic Dalton, knees on the bed, shoulder width apart, chest pressed to the mattress, and use your hands to spread your asscheeks wide for me. I'm going tofuck your ass before I fuck hers." I turn my head toward the girl stroking herself. "Gizzelle, come closer, so he can fingerbang you. If he doesn't make you cum with his fingers, you have my permission to suffocate his face with your pussy."
I grunt as I move to the end of the mattress, and throw some pillows down to raise his ass to the correct height. It'll be the only comfort he's going to get. I have no plans to use any lube. I want to hear him scream, and watch him bleed, from my cock forcing its way into his tight hole.
"Wait! I'm... I'm not gay," Dalton shrieks as he starts to move closer to the door. I reach out and grab him by the scruff of the neck, and throw him on the bed with a bang.
"I don't care what you think you are. To me, you're nothing but a tight hole to use. Get on the fucking bed, or I'll slit your throat." To emphasize my point, I grab one of my sharp army blades from the top drawer of my nightstand, and use it to pick at my nails, giving Dalton a good view of it as he quivers and scrambles on the bed, assuming the position like he was instructed. Gizzelle plays nervously with her needy clit, her wetness glistening on her bare pussy lips and upper thighs, as she moans like a slut for us, not seeming to be fazed at all by the knife. Interesting, she might not be as useless as I first thought.
"Lick her pussy, Dalton." I slam my hand down on one of his asscheeks, and he jerks upwards with fright. Gizzelle lies on the bed and scoots forward, until her pussy is right in front of his face, and widens her legs, one of her hands caressing her breast, as she uses her other thumb to stroke her swollen clit. Dalton wavers as if he's never seen a pussy up close, and doesn't know what to do with it, and it earns him another slap against his other asscheek. I place the blade on the bed right next to him, so he can see it from the corner of his eye. Gizzelle pushes her soaked pussy into his face with a high-pitched moan, and the only thing I can think about is that this chick will be doingporn soon enough. She's got the body and face for it, plus she's a natural at following directions. I might have to let her live. After all, humanity will thank me.
I give my cock a few hard strokes, deciding to be a semi-decent human, and walk over to Gizzelle's face. "Open and swallow me down your throat, but no teeth. Do you hear me? Or I'll make you choke on your own tongue."
Her blue eyes stare up at me, filled with lust and anticipation, as I ruthlessly shove my cock in her mouth, and hit the back of her throat. My hand slides forward and tightens around her neck, stopping air from flowing to her lungs. She chokes and begins bobbing on my length, taking it from my thick base to the tip, licking my slit, and piercing, as I bottom out inside her tight throat. Damn, this girl sucks cock like an angel, so I definitely need to keep her breathing for a bit.
I dig my other hand into her tresses and yank, feeling her scream against my length as she tries to fight the hold, while I pummel her throat. When I feel her saliva and tears slipping down my length and coating my testicles, I pull back, stroking the tip of my cock along her face, and making a further mess of her. Her mascara is running down her cheeks, making her look like a blissed-out raccoon. Her mouth and chin are coated with my precum, and her spit, and her eyes are so large and dilated that they look like they'll roll right out of her head.
"You're a dirty whore, aren't ya, Gizzelle?" I question, as I smack my cock into her face with a groan. I release my savage hold on her neck, and she takes deep, gasping breaths.
"Yes, Daddy!" She moans, causing more precum to seep from my slit. She would be even prettier if her eyes were bleeding, and her face was all cut up. Maybe I could even cut out her tongue and fuck her with it. Gives new meaning to'fuck yourself'. My cock bobs up and down with the image, and I have to swallow a growl.Don't kill her yet. The fun has just begun.
My glance turns toward Dalton, who's licking her pussy like an amateur. His smoldering eyes are firmly on my cock, and not on what he's doing. So much for not being gay; somebody is in fucking denial. My hand lashes out and slaps his face, leaving my fingerprints marked on his scruffy cheek. "Have you never eaten pussy before, Dalton?" I question with aggravation. Before he can answer my query, I grab the back of his head, and push him into Gizzelle's slick cunt. "Suck and lick, circle her hard clit with your tongue, stick your tongue inside of her hole, and if you're so inclined, you can shove your finger inside of her ass while you're at it, buddy."
I move away from them and position myself at Dalton's clenched ass, my cock still wet from Gizzelle's willing mouth. With another slap to his asscheek, I thrust forward, breaching his tight ring of muscle, as his screams of pain are smothered by Gizzelle's pussy and giggles. I don't wait for him to acclimate to my large size. This is not about pleasure for him. This is all about me, and getting what I need to stay sane a little longer. I don't care if the useless cunt gets off or not. I bottom out with a few harsh thrusts, and begin a punishing rhythm of fucking poor Dalton's tight, virgin ass.Bet he's sorry I laid eyes on him now.
Gizzelle winks at me over his head as she fucks herself against his mouth, and I use one hand to hold his hip in a punishing grip, and thread my fingers into his thick hair with the other, holding his head immobile for her, as she moans relentlessly and gyrates against his mouth, nose, and chin. "What a pretty slut you are, look at how good you fuck yourself. Pull on your tits for me, baby. Let me hear you moan my name," I coax as I slam into Dalton’s ass without mercy, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the room, and drowning out the party going on outside.
"So good, Damon. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum, Daddy!" She moans as her head tilts backward, and her eyes rollto the back of her head. Jesus, this chick was made for porn. I should let River have a taste of her, maybe we can eiffel tower her together.
A tingle starts up my spine as my orgasm begins to rise. I pick up speed, watching Gizzelle yank on her hard nipples, and scream my name over and over, as she cums on Dalton's pathetic face. With one last thrust and a grunt, I cum inside his scorching, tight ass, filling him with my hot, thick cum.
"FUCK! That's it, milk me, take it all!" I roar as I yank back his head, and shove my tongue down his throat, tasting Gizzelle's pussy on his tongue. Her musky taste, and his mewling moans, have aftershocks racing up my spine, as I struggle to prevent my heart from galloping out of my chest. Maybe all that coke wasn't the brightest idea, after all. I don't want to die balls deep in Dalton. I pull away from his face, drag my cock out of his ass, and watch as my cum pushes out from his swollen, bleeding, puckered hole, and trickles between his reddened asscheeks.
"Come here, pretty girl. I want you to clean my cum up from his ass like agood little whore, then I'll fuck your ass next." Gizzelle scrambles off the bed without the slightest hesitation, falls to her knees on the side of the mattress, and uses her hands to grasp Dalton's asscheeks as he thrusts into my mattress with his hard cock. Before she can start licking him, I pull her face back to my cock, depriving him of what he wants.
"Lick his ass off of me first, slut." I watch, with heat sliding down my body and my legs widely spread, as she licks my cock from root to tip, slurping my cum and Dalton's ass off my cock, before taking me once more to the back of her throat, as Dalton lifts his body off the mattress enough to jerk his mediocre cock. His hand reaches out between her parted thighs, and he slips three of his fingers inside of her pussy, while never breaking eye contact with me, and Gizzelle moans deeply against my length. Fuck, I wonder if this girl could take my best friends and meinside of her at the same time. My money is on that she can, and that she'd enjoy a nasty gangbang. She'd look even prettier with all our cum covering her flesh.
I'm getting ready to fuck her throat again when my door slams open and hits my wall, denting the plasterboard. I turn my angry gaze to see who’d have the audacity to barge into my space, and get a glance of River smiling like a lunatic in the doorway. "Let's go, fucker, it's time to play with Livy!" He singsongs, like a damn child filled with excitement.
I push Gizzelle away, and she lands roughly on her side, with Dalton's fingers still jammed inside of her cunt, and with a whiny cry that instantly spikes my rage once more. I stroll to my pants and start putting them on, acutely aware of three pairs of eyes watching me hungrily.
"What about us?" Dalton questions, his lip trembling like he might actually cry. I roll my eyes at him, filled with disgust. This idiot should be thanking River for interrupting us; he just saved his life. I spot my television remote on my dresser, and a sadistic thought fills me. I grab it and walk back over to Dalton and Gizelle. “Remove your fingers,” I instruct, and Dalton instantly complies. I use my tight hold on the remote to slide it inside of Gizelle’s gaping, drenched cunt, thrusting it back and forth, until the whole thing is soaked and coated in her juices, before pulling it back out and forcing Dalton to spread his legs wide. I push the remote inside his clenching, tight hole, noticing the specks of blood from where I tore him, until just an inch of it can be seen. “That stays inside of you all night. You remove it, and I’ll rip your throat out,” I growl, as tears slide from the corners of his eyes.
There's no pity in me for any of them, in fact, I'm not even sure I can feel that emotion at all. "I don't care what you do to each other, just make sure you take the cum sheets with you." Before I walk out the door, I grab the blade and embed it in the wall above the bed, with a chuckle at the scream Gizzellereleases as she scrambles away from me. As I head back to the door, I come to a halt, looking back at Dalton over my shoulder. "Fucker, your ass takes cock like a champ, and you enjoyed it. Guess what that means?" I don't bother answering my own question, or waiting for delusional Dalton's response, leaving the room with River hooting beside me like a goddamn owl. Meanwhile, the voices in my head are loudly urging me to go back in, slit both their throats, and coat my hands in their glorious, red blood.
"Are you ready to make Livy scream?" River questions me as I throw my shirt back on.
We meet Cross in the fraternity's entranceway. "Can't fucking wait." I push past both of them, ignoring the dark shadows pressed up against the wall and moaning my name. Dammit, I should have taken another hit of coke or ten. This is going to be a long night.
CHAPTER 10
OLLY
The loud, thumping bass of the music, mixed with the screams and cheering, assaults my ears as I enter the underground warehouse. The smell of weed, tobacco, beer, sweat, and too many bodies in close proximity, attacks my remaining senses. The combination of it all strums along my nerve endings, helping to pump more nervous adrenaline through my veins. Lately, places like this have been the only thing that makes me feel alive. Somewhere you can go and unleash your primal instincts, let loose, and become the savage animal you were always destined to be. That intoxicating need soars through me, like an addict craving a hit of their favorite addiction. It's been too long already since the last time I seriously bloodied someone. My body craves blood and pain, and my mind demands destruction. Tonight, I plan to assuage both, and make a little money on the side as an added bonus.
It wasn't easy to get a lead on this place. Despite hearing whispers about an underground fight club in Soule that paid out larger cash prizes for winning, everything was very hush-hush. I had to give Isaiah, one of the bookies at my last fight, a blow job in the locker room for him to disclose its location. It wasthe longest three minutes of my miserable life, while that prick fucked the back of my throat like he was hammering nails with his cock, and forced me to swallow his disgusting, thick cum. It'll be well worth it if I can triple my money here tonight. Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, I remind myself.
I move through the thick crowd, shoving unsuspecting spectators out of my way, with my heavy backpack strapped to my shoulders. Once I reach the front, I get an eyeful of the cage they have set up here. It's not some hastily put-together contraption like I expected, of stolen metal fencing, as I've been exposed to in the past at these underground fights; this shit is the real deal. A perfect octagon that is at least nine or ten feet high, and made of heavy steel, with what looks like rubber matting as its floor. I allow my eyes to skate over the loud crowds around the setup, spotting handlers with skulls on their black t-shirts, and security in bulletproof vests, around the cage.
