Page 35 of Dreamers Often Lie

Jules moaned so loudly that I looked up. If this were a scene for our studios, we would be kissing right now, but this was not that. This was just for us – a final reminder to the world that we were people too and not just an object of lust for them to talk about, ridicule, and judge.

I glanced over at Roam. He had shut his eyes and laid his pipe deeply into Jules as he ran his fingers up and down his spine. Jules arched his back and rolled his head as Roam’s cock buried itself as deep as he could go. He had arched his back, too. He knew what the fans wanted, and he would always give it.

Ty was different, though. He wasn’t fucking me with his usual caveman approach. He was gentle and thought of my pleasure instead of his. Earlier, I had loved being used by him. But now, this was even more beautiful. This was intimacy.

I glanced over at the camera and could see our gentle, sweet Ben crying behind it as he stifled his sobs with his tears. He knew what this meant. We would never see each other again. It wouldn’t be possible.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I rode Ty’s cock. He had given into the pleasure and was slowly thrusting back at me, thrust for thrust as if we were dueling once again out in the street. This time, instead of fists, he was beating my insides, and I loved it. I would gladly be his bruise.

I loved him. There were no other words for it. I would follow him off this cliff or any cliff, and all he would have to do is take my hand, and I’d happily jump with him. I was jumping with him now.

“Shit… You are even tighter now, babe. I… I think I do love you, Merc. Please forgive me.” He begged as he thrust faster into me.

Roam had picked up his pace, and his face had turned red from the exertion. He was really giving it to Jules now, who was grasping at the chair to stay on his feet. Roam seemed to have that effect on people.

Ty was fucking stabbing me to death with his cock, and I would happily die on his sword any day. Gone was the notion of love, and back was the caveman who was having his way with my hole. He howled as he thrust into me, and he and Roam reached over and grasped hands as they fucked us. They used their leverage to fuck us harder and faster, and I was barely able to stay on my feet. Jules had collapsed to his forearms, and his moans told me how deep his pleasure was.

Once again, I came all over the chair that I was holding onto from the force of Ty’s cock on my prostate. Jules also spurt cum all over the place, and a dash of it hit me on my arm. We both reached down and picked up the instruments that we had hidden and held them in our hands.

Ty and Roam both howled as they came into our asses. He had asked, and I told him that it was what I wanted. Jules loved it as much as I did. It was with Ty and Roam. We both needed it, and their load filled us with warmth as we both raised ourselves up and plunged the knife into our stomachs. Blood spurted forth, and we collapsed over the chairs, gasping in pain.

Ty and Roam both grabbed the knives from our hands and stepped towards the camera. As Roam reached out to stop the filming, they brought the knives up to their throats and slit them. The light on the camera went dead, and I watched the blood pool as we left the world we knew behind.

It was over.

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Ty

“That is going to give me fucking nightmares!” Ben shouted as he made sure the filming had stopped and the video was uploaded.

We pulled ourselves off of the blood-soaked ground, and Jules ran over to grab the towels he had hidden behind the camera. His footprints left a trail behind him.

“I would hug you, Ben, but…” Merc looked down at my blood-soaked torso in horror. It was sticky and was totally grossing him out. “Is it done?”

Ben turned the camera so we could see and nodded. His eyes were still filled with tears. We weren’t dead – not really – but for all intents and purposes, to the world, we were. It had to be that way. It was the only way that we could get out. They had to believe the drama of our lie. Roam had done a great job with the knives and blood. It looked so natural and was so quick – hopefully, the world would believe that we were free.

“I really want that towel,” I stood there unhappily. “This is fucking disgusting.”

Jule brought them over and looked at the phone. “Great. Turn the phone off, Ben. Wipe it down with the alcohol swabs behind you, and when you get back to Hollywood, destroy it. Make sure that it is in pieces, and the sim card is broken in half. Got it?”

“Yeah…” He nodded and turned the phone off. We watched the screen go black.

“You should go. We have to… get out of here as fast as we can, too. Goodbye, Ben. I do hope one day it will be safe for us to see each other again.” Merc looked at his best friend sadly, and it broke my heart.

“When I choose to get out, Merc. I’ll find you. I hope you are all happy.” Ben turned and walked to the door and paused right before he opened it. “You were family, you know. I love you.” He opened the door and shut it behind him.

“God, this does not want to come off,” I hissed.

“Use the towels to get as much off as you can and then the wet naps. Jules bought a bunch. This stuff can stain a little.” Roam kicked a package over to us.

“Well, it’s over. I guess we’ll know if it worked or not.” Merc looked lost as he stood there staring at the door.

“When? How will we know?” Jules asked quickly. “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“If they believe it. If they don’t come after us.” I glanced around at the people who had become the only friends I had and frowned. “Not until them, I guess.”

“Will we be running forever?” Merc turned to me. “I guess we will.”

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