I aim the head of my dick directly at the side of his face. All I have to do is think about how this is vengeance for Camile to stay hard and ready to shoot all over his fucking ugly face. My cock is dark red and swollen and already leaking precum.
Ledger stares at it in utter horror. I briefly wonder if I can get Ledger to suck me—it might feel good to have a hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick—but then I remember he has teeth, and that these days I only want Camile, and decide against it.
I pump my cock at the same rate that I’m ramming the end of the handle into his ass. It’s a weird experience, because it kind of feels like I’m fucking him for real, even though I’m not. Ledger’s cock hangs heavy and hard from his groin, and I wonder if he’ll come, too, even though he must be in so much pain. Maybe it’s a trauma response or maybe he’s into pain and kinky shit. Who the fuck knows. Either way, I want to make him, because then his humiliation will be complete.
My mind instantly goes to Camile and what she went through, and all the other women I bet this sick piece of shit has harmed, and I ram the handle in even harder, making him shriek.
“I suggest you start talking,” I say. “How did you know where to find Camile?”
In between grunts and moans and gasps for breath, Ledger talks. “I-I saw her climb your fence. That night I took her on a date.” He lets out a groan and his back arches, his butt clenching. “I knew I couldn’t take on a whole MC. I had to find a way in.”
I keep fucking him with the handle. I can’t tell if he hates or loves it. “So you approached the Revenants?”
“Just some outcasts. Offered them money... Oh, fuck…”
I keep going, giving an extra firm jab. “And the Revenants contacted our guys?”
He whimpers. “Yeah. They said they knew people in your club who would be open to a bribe.”
So far, so good. Everything he’s telling us makes sense.
“What information did Camile give you?” We need to know what the lay of the land is if we need to figure out what actions to take next.
“She gave me the location of the safehouse.”
“Bullshit.” I fuck him harder.
There’s no way she’ll have given him the correct information.
Ledger squeals. “My family have sent people to search for it. Once we find it, the rest of her family will be dead, and then she’ll have no one.”
“She’ll never have no one,” I growl. “She has us.”
I shove the handle harder with one hand and keep up the speed on my cock with the other. “Fuck, I’m going to come soon, Ledger. How about you?”
“No, please.”
But I can’t stop now. My ass clenches, my thighs tremble, and I let out a groan, as pleasure shoots through my dick and stream after stream of cum hits Ledger in the face.
“Fucking hell, Ace,” Big Mike swears, wrinkling his nose and turning his face. He looks to Jack. “Your boy is fucked in the damned head.”
I don’t care about them seeing me come. I’ve done far worse in public.
“Aaah, fuck.” Ledger gags as my cum drips off his eyebrows and eyelashes and off the end of his nose. I think I even got some in his mouth.
I keep fucking him with the broom handle, but I slow it a little, make it less harsh. Suddenly I have a different goal than just pure pain. I want to humiliate him, the way his hired men did to Camile. The look she had on her face when we found her will haunt me forever. The worst thing you can do to a person is take away their right to choose and their bodily autonomy.
He put Camile in that position, and probably Rook, too. I want Ledger to feel the same loss of control and the same shame.
In fact, in many ways, he’s going to get off lightly compared to them, because we’re going to kill him sooner or later. He won’t have to live with this forever, the way Camile and Rook will.
I can see from the way he’s shaking now, his leg muscles tensing and relaxing, that I’m hitting the right spot. Suddenly, his entire body goes rigid. His hips jerk, and he climaxes all over the side of the box with an agonized grunt.
I can’t help laughing. “You really did like it too much. Perhaps I need to be a little rougher. Or was it my cumthat got you off in the end? Did some get in your mouth, and the taste pushed you over the edge?”
“You’re fucking sick.” Tears streak down his face, and the fact that I made this sick fucker cry gives me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
“Who is waiting to hear from you?” I demand. “Or I’m going to turn this handle the other way around. Last chance.”
