Page 3 of Dreamers Often Lie

“Don’t talk about my pussy, little Benny,” I threatened. #CatPrince was the moniker that Cappie gave me because I had a couple of cats that I treated like children. I preferred them to almost everyone. “First blood – is that getting in your eyes? I didn’t even punch you yet.”

“Asshole.”

He threw another punch, and I sidestepped it easily. “You’re making this too easy.”

“Stand still, damn you!” He yelled in rage and ran at me. Instead of easily dodging him, I wrapped my arms around him and held his arms firmly in my grip on his side as I spun him around.

“Should I let go and see how far I can toss a bottom?” I laughed. I was enjoying this more than I should. If I had been of sound mind, I would have helped Ben de-escalate the situation, but a camera was still a camera. The audience expected something of us, and who was I to deny them what they wanted? Our feud was epic and filled the chatrooms of the people who enjoyed beating off to us as they watched our bodies writhe in the throes of fake passion.

“Don’t you dare.”

“That might be a waste of a very pretty face. If our houses didn’t hate each other, I would love to see you wiggle as I impaled you.”

“In your dreams.”

“That wasn’t very smart.”

“Don’t you dare,” he gasped, and I grinned wickedly at him.

“You did ask for it, handsome.” I spun faster and opened my arms. Ben flew into the air – his legs kicking wildly onto the pavement, where he landed without decorum on his ass before skidding across the concrete. I was careful in my release. I could have made it much worse and bruised more than his ego, but that would have been a waste. Out of all Monty’s boys, Ben was probably the nicest and most calm of them all. “I did you a solid. Now stay down.” I pointed at him, and he slowly picked himself up enough to get to his knees. I had raddled him.

The sirens let us know that our foray into madness had to come to an end. We had been warned more than once, but we never really paid for our duels. Cappie and Monty had the mayor in the palm of their hand. He was a fan, as was the police chief. Even when we didn’t get away in time, we never had real repercussions.

“Time to skedaddle assholes. The boys in blue are about to arrive.” Greg laughed as he threw one last punch that landed right in Abe’s stomach. He was gonna feel that one for a long time. Abe doubled over and fell to his knees.

“Fuck. Too late.” Sam scoffed as he ran over to me.

The sirens grew deafening as two patrol cars pulled up to the curb beside us.

“Play it cool,” I ordered, and Ben walked over and helped Abe up to his feet as he threw an arm around him. The redheaded boy wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and spat onto the street.

The doors of the cop car flew open, and one of the policemen opened the back door. We watched and waited for them to pretend to issue us citations. Like I said, our bosses had this city in the palm of their hands.

An incredibly expensive shoe swiveled out of the car and landed on the sidewalk. Out stepped the fucking mayor himself. I knew him, of course. He had paid a few visits to the house during my time there.

“Boys,” he huffed and wheezed as he exited the vehicle. “Guys, please turn those fucking lights off.”

“Yes, sir.” One of the cops went around to the driver’s side, and in a few seconds, there was peace once again. It had felt a little like a lousy rave.

“Boys. This has to come to an end. Do you know how many complaints we have had about you, ruffians? Too many. That’s how often we get complaints about you lot roughing it up in the streets for likes on your Instagram and TikTok. It has to end. I am calling Cappie and Monty today and telling them that this has gone on for too long. It ends now! The next time we catch you fighting on a city street, we will arrest you. Warn the others because I am done with your stupid bullshit.” His face grew red as his voice rose.

“Sure, I’ll deliver the message to Monty. I am sure you’ll be hearing from him.” Ben sounded stern, and I felt a little twinge in my cock. He looked really hot with the trickle of blood coming from his forehead.

“I will be happy to tell my uncle, too. I am sure that Cappie will also want to speak with you about this,” I said as casually as possible. “He truly doesn’t like being told what to do. Just ask, Monty.”

“I don’t care what either of them says!” his voice cracked. “The next time – and I’m serious as a heart attack, you go straight to jail where most of you lot belong.”

“Does this mean you won’t be visiting any longer, Mayor?” Abe grinned. “I know how much you enjoy your visits.”

“This isn’t about that, you little asshole,” he spitted as he stepped toward him. “What happens in your house is consensual and legal. But what you do to this city is not. Do we understand each other?”

Ben and I glanced at each other and smirked. “Crystal clear, Sir.”

“Let’s go.” The mayor turned back to the police car. “The smell of shit on this street is making me sick.”

We watched him crawl back into the car and stood there as they drove away.

“You think he’s serious?” Ben asked as he bit his bottom lip.

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