It was supposed to be harmless. A quick way to make cash. They truly believed that no one would get hurt. Sure, maybe some perverts, maybe some slobs that would never feel the romantic touch of a woman, but never someone like Finn or Styles, certainly no one like Roman. The three friends pretended to women, promising the men to be their 'lovers', give them children, to spend the rest of their lives with them.
Baron went by Bonnie.
Sami was called Hannah.
Dean was Deanna.
Not much thought went into their names but there was only so much one could do with a fake identity. Hell, the only reason why Baron picked Bonnie was that of all those nights watching Family Guy while thinking of ways to come up with extra cash. With Dean, it would have been Darlene if not for Sami's constant nagging of how the name made him sound like 'an old woman'. Baron agreed too, saying the name made him sound suspicious. Almost as if the name was screaming scam artist.
Sure, they spent hours talking to these men. Typing up love letters, good morning messages, anything to keep the men from suspecting foul play. Pictures were sent. Nothing special, just some fake images that the men googled. Images of young women being sent while their victims appeared to be none the wiser. Rather old the pictures were. Most came from inactive social media accounts and some from explicit websites. Of course, they asked to meet the 'women' but all that got them were requests for money. Money to use to buy a plane ticket to see them. The money was used but not to see the men.
Baron got the most. Able to swindle Finn out of tens of thousands of dollars. Able to get a new apartment and, his new pride procession, that motorcycle. Dean always forgot what type it was, he just thought every motorcycle was a Harley Davis. Not caring enough to learn about the other companies. Sami used his cash to go on trips, splurged a little to buy first class seats. Dean was smart with his. Then again, he was never much of a big spender. The closest he came to splurging was buying a new leather jacket.
Like all wrongdoers, the thought of getting caught never came to mind.
They didn't know how it happened, how the men found out, how the men found them.
Sami was the first to go into hiding. Then Baron after using very colorful language when receiving a call from a certain angry Irishman. Or, as Baron called him, a "pissed off leprechaun". After that, they were nowhere to be found. All Dean could do was hope that his friends made it to safety. Looking back at it now, he realized that all that hoping should have been for himself and not the two that got him into this mess in the first place!
Now Roman had him. All to himself. To do whatever he pleased.
There was nothing Dean could do about it.
There was no computer to hide behind.
"Talk!"
SMACK!
"Talk!"
SMACK!
"TALK!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ahhhh!"
"All this can be over if you just tell me where they are, Ambrose." Using the crop to lift his chin up, making their eyes meet once more. "Now, talk!"
"I-...I'm not telling you... where they are!" The words he would soon regret by the end of the night. Nothing he could do but squirm in the restraints, feeling nothing but the hard whips of that riding crop and crippling pleasure coming from that vibrating plug. "...I don't care what you do to me!"
He was silenced with a kiss. Roman down on one knee and his hands wrapped around Dean's neck. His tongue explored every inch, biting his lip just before breaking apart. "Why don't you stay here and be daddy's lover?"
"N-...NO!"
"Why not? Don't you like me? I ain't handsome like Corbin and Zayn are?" Mere questions asked just to taunt, the blue orbs now eye level with his crotch. "You went and made daddy hard."
He wanted to scream no, he wanted to stop his body from caving in. He didn't. Something took full control over his body, something made him like...this.
"I don't know who I like more...innocent, sweet Deanna or your feisty self. " This was punishment for all the times he lied to Roman, for all the times he took Roman's money, all the times he played Roman for a fool.
"After a good thirty or forty thrusts and I'll be slidin' in and out of this hole like it's your mouth." The glint in his eye always made Dean shiver, feeling the lust overpower him completely. Body coated in sweat, his member raging hard and his heart racing. He didn't know if he was scared or getting an adrenaline rush. "Maybe after that, you can tell me where Bonnie and Hannah are?"
"Please, Ro-...You know I can't tell ya...!"
"Finn and AJ are worried sick about their sweethearts...just like I was when I found out Deanna wasn't Deanna." Hot whispers in his ear, followed by heated kisses were the farthest thing from helpful. Roman was a very sexual man. He knew all the right places to touch, what to say, and the sex had yet to start. "Baby, I love you." Another shiver. "I want to make you happy." Another heated kiss. "I want you to be mine."
"You're crazy, Reigns!"
"Crazy in love."
"F-! ...FUCK YOU!"
"No thanks, I'd rather fuck you." With the blonde now on his back, it didn't take long for the larger man to explore every inch. His lips attacking the pale neck, his hand stroking the hard cock and his own cock pressed against Dean's thigh. "Come on, baby...just tell me where they are? Please?" Their eyes met once more. At this point, Dean didn't know what was more intense. The beginning of a long, rough punishment or Roman staring deep into his eye.
"I'm sorry..." His body was barking at him to just cough up the two but his heart was telling him to keep quiet. "I'm so sorry...I just can't." They were his friends, he couldn't sell them out. To the rest of the world, they were scammers but Dean saw passed that. "I can't tell you..."
"I'll be gentle if you tell me."
"They're hiding out in some hotel on Old York Avenue! Room 509!" Then again, friends come and go but this was once in a lifetime. "Ah, God! Baby, please just fuck me!"
