Warning: Language, Smut, Brat Behavior, Mild Dub Con?, Mentions of War and violence
Part 1
The ride to the safe spot two cities away took just under three hours, a very tension filled, stressful, silent three hours. Frank had cleaned his blood from his face and set his most likely broken nose while you packed away the computers and equipment, he and Billy stepping away to hold a very ominous looking conversation, the two of them looking back in your direction every so often, once that was done they went along business as usual either acting as if that little incident hadn't happened or you weren't even present.
The moment you pulled up at the safe house you grabbed your go bag and bolted out of the back of the SUV, leaving no room for them to try to speak to you or anything. Making your way into the house you found a room to claim as your own, hoping to shower and catch a few hours of sleep before the other half of the team arrived. Locking the bedroom door behind you, you made your way into the bathroom, the steaming hot shower calling your name.
Stepping out of the bathroom 25 minutes later in your shorts and a t-shirt you shouldn't have been surprised to see Billy sitting casually in a chair in the corner of your room sipping on a beer, his eyes trained on you.
"Frank wants to see you in the living room"
You rolled your eyes, placing your dirty clothes into the bag on your bed before dropping it onto the floor. "Frank can kiss my ass, I need sleep, matter of factly you can pucker up and join him if you'd like since you two seem to do everything together."
No sooner than the words had left your mouth you found yourself pinned to the wall nearest you, large fingers wrapped around your throat, the menacing look on Billy's face set your heart racing, something you were certain he felt with the hand cutting off your windpipe.
You attempted to glare back at him defiantly, the smirk just barely touching the edge of his lips told you that you had failed, the fear most likely evident in your eyes.
“You are a mouthy fucking brat, you know that? And Frankie and I are in agreement that someone needs to fuck that shit out of you.” With that statement he gave your throat one final squeeze before letting go, your knees giving out as you fell gasping for air, turning on his heels he exited the room barking out “Living room, Now!” not bothering to check that you were actually following.
Fuck, that one word bouncing around in your head as you watched Billys back vanish into the living room, Frank’s arm just barely visible where it draped casually across the back of the couch. You dragged in a ragged breath before finding your footing, your heart hammering in your chest.
You knew feasibly you could rush and lock the door and not entertain whatever wicked things those two had come up with, but you also knew your door was locked before your shower and it would take nothing for them to break into your room again. Part of you, the part deep in the recesses of your mind, knew that the idea of either one of them taking you is something you have toyed with since you met them, the very fantasy of one or the other even both on occasion getting you off more nights than you would like to admit. That was part of the reason you began to build this wall up between you, watching them flirt with other women, neither of them showing you the slightest interest drove you mad, your rejection and anger manifested into what they apparently classified as bratty behavior, and had possibly worked in your favor.
Frank clearing his throat pulled you from your thoughts, rolling your shoulders back. You attempted to put on a brave face as you moved one foot in front of the other towards the open door, both men only just coming fully into view. Billy was once again sitting, this time in a chair just to the side of the couch, directly across from the door to the room you occupied, Frank was lounging on the couch, legs stretched out in front of him. You hadn’t even thought about it when you saw Billy in your room but both men had changed, Billy wearing a simple T-shirt and sweatpants very casual compared to his usual look outside of his Gear. Frank on the other hand was in Jeans now and a tank top and somehow managed to make that look more menacing than his usual black cargo pants, t-shirt, and vest, the hand stretched out on the couch moved only the slightest bit, his finger beckoning you forward from where you stood in the doorway, pointing to the open spot between his legs.
You gulped, eyes darting between the two men who were now watching you intently as you slowly made your way across the room, arms crossed across your chest in a last attempt at defiance. You stepped just in front of Frank, your eyes boring into his as he watched you, no sign of emotion on his face.
"On your knees" he gruffed out, face still stoic and focused.
You couldn't help the indignant snort you let out at his command, his lip twitching slightly being the only reaction on his face. Before you could register anything else your knees were knocked out from under you, Billy grabbing a handful of your hair just as he knocked you down into a kneeling position, situated between Frank's legs.
"You've been a mouthy brat lately, especially to Frankie here. We're in agreement that it's about time you start making up for that, ain't we Frankie?" Frank nodded, his eyes still locked on you as he began to slowly undo his pants, your eyes flickering between his own face and the movement of his hands. "See I-," Billy continued, the closeness of his lips to your ear sending a shiver down your spine, "I think, this attitude of yours is a cry for attention. Ain't that right sweetheart, you've been dreaming of Frank and I doing all sorts of despicable things to you haven't you?"
You couldn't help but let out a huff at that comment, your legs instinctively squeezing together slightly as your core clenched at the idea.
"Ah, see I told you, Frankie, this one right here probably lays in her bed at night, her hands between her legs just praying it was one of us instead. Don't you sweetheart?"
You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to regain your composure when you heard the tale tell sign of Frank's zipper finally being undone. When you opened your eyes again you couldn't help but watch as he untucked his cock from his briefs and slowly began to stroke himself, his size and length more than you had ever pictured.
"Answer him, sweetheart."
Your mouth began to water slightly at the thought of tasting him, before it even registered what you were doing you nodded.
"Uh-uh, I don't think so. I wanna hear you. You've had no issue using that mouth lately, don't start now." At that, his grip in your hair tightened the pull of it beginning to sting just a little making you flinch.
"Fine, yes. Ok?"
Behind you, Billy's chest vibrated against your back as he chuckled into your ear darkly, "that's more like it."
You watched, mesmerized, as Frank spread a bead of precum over the tip of his cock with his thumb, shifting again slightly where you kneeled you could feel yourself getting wet. Billy momentarily let go of your hair, his hands working quickly to remove your shirt.
"Now, here's how this is gonna go, you be really good and make up all that bratty behavior to Frankie and he and I might make a few of those fantasies of yours come true. How does that sound sweetheart, you gonna be a good girl for us?"
"Yes," you gasped, Billy's words distracting you from the fact that he was now restraining your hands behind your back, the sound of zip ties being tightened made you jerk, your fight or flight senses kicking in, your eyes growing wide as you started to struggle.
"Hey, hey, Look at me" Frank called, drawing your attention to him as he leaned forward resting his hand gently on your cheek as Billy ran a soothing hand up and down your arm. "You know we'd never do anything to hurt you. You trust us out there, you can trust us in here too. Can't you?"
"Yes," you said trying to steady your breathing, closing your eyes simply enjoying the feel of their hands on you.
The moment of peace was short lived though as Billy reached around you, pinching a nipple between his fingers just enough to hurt, "yes what?"
"Yes sir" you ground out watching as Frank returned to his position, his hand lazily stroking himself again, bringing him back to full hardness.
You couldn't help it, you licked your lips, your mind preparing for things to come, you startled slightly at Billy's lips ghosting over your shoulder and throat, his tongue lightly licking at your skin.
"You ready to make Frankie feel all special now?"
"Yes sir," you said slightly breathless, shifting on your knees knowing with your hands tied they planned on doing as they wanted. Billy nudged you forward, his hand back on your head as he guided you towards Frank's waiting cock.
Without hesitation you leaned forward, your tongue snaking out to lick from the base of Frank's dick slowly to the tip. You closed your eyes as you savored the salty taste, your lips just barely enveloping the head. That’s when you felt the change of hands on the back of your head, the almost delicate ones of Billy being exchanged for the slightly rougher ones of Frank, a low moan coming from above you as you pushed you down making you take him nearly half way.
You worked to set a decent pace, swirling your tongue around the head as you could, Frank's light moans and grunts spurring you on. "Fuck, that feels so good"
You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at the praise as you hollowed them out, applying extra pressure trying to work more of him into your mouth. You jumped slightly when you felt Billy's fingers work their way into the front of your shorts, his hard cock now pressed firmly against your ass as he leaned over you.
He let out a low whistle as his finger dipped into your panties, running just barely through your folds. "Damn Frankie, she's soaked already."
Frank slowly pulled you off of him, forcing you to look him in the eye. "That's because this one here may be worse than the both of us, ain’t that right sweetheart?” Instead of an answer, you moaned as Billy toyed with your clit letting out a whimper when he pulled his hand from where you wanted it most.
You watched Frank's eyes as he and Billy had a seemingly silent conversation, Billy’s hands quickly moving into action, manhandling you to remove your shorts and underwear, Frank standing in front of you to remove his own clothes. You felt Billy’s looming presence disappear from behind you momentarily, the sounds of rustling clothes indicating he was removing his.
Frank reached for you, pulling you to stand between the two nude bodies.
"As pretty as you look on your knees sweetheart we want you on the couch, but first," he said, pausing to grab his knife off the end table, passing it off to billy who freed you from the zip ties, only temporarily though as Frank quickly situated your hands in front of you and attached them together with a fresh zip tie.
You couldn’t help your heart rate speeding up as you realized you were situated between the two very naked men, Billy’s erection pressing into your lower back, Frank looking down on you almost the way a predator looks at his prey. You jolted slightly when you felt Frank’s fingers slip between your legs, just barely brushing through your folds, spreading your wetness around. “Damn Sweetheart” he murmured, You couldn’t but blush at his comment. “I bet you taste so sweet too,” he added, pushing one finger into your entrance slightly, teasing you. Billy took one of his hands, which had been roaming all over your body, and grasped your chin, turning your face towards him. “While you’re having that taste, Frankie, I wanna find out just how good this mouth is. You think you can handle us both at once Kitten?” Licking your lips you went to answer Billy, just as Frank pushed his finger fully into you, turning your answer into a drawn out moan, your eyes closing on instinct. It wasn’t until you felt the light Tap on your clit that you opened them again. “Eyes open Sweetheart and Answer the question,” Billy commanded, watching you intently. Your head was spinning as you tried to focus enough to answer, Franks finger just barely giving you what you wanted, not enough to bring you to orgasm but keep you needy and wanting.
You let out a Breathy “Yes Sir” doing your best to concentrate. Suddenly Frank’s fingers were gone, bringing your attention back to him as you let out an embarrassing whimper at the sudden loss.
Behind you Billy chuckled, his hands toying with your nipples pinching them just enough to hurt, as you watched Frank position himself on his back on the couch.
“Bring her here Bill.” He said patting the Armrest behind his head. It took you a moment to put together what he had planned, mild panic setting in at realizing he wanted you to sit on his face. “Oh, we’re way past being Shy sweetheart.” He smirked at you as Billy moved you towards the couch, Frank making room for your Knees on either side of his head. “Your gonna sit here and let me have my taste, while you give Billy a special thank you for being the creative Bastard to come up with this plan. Understood?”
“Yes sir” you stuttered out, slowly situating yourself over Frank, trying not to think of just how exposed you suddenly were to him.
Once you were on the couch and in position Billy moved in front of you, dragging you down by your tied up arms, your face level with his waiting, leaking cock. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt Frank’s nose brush your sensitive bundle of nerves. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you that Billys cock was nearly as pretty as he was, not as thick as franks but slightly longer. Without hesitation you wet your lips and went to work, first teasing his tip with your tongue before taking it in your mouth, Billy letting out a huff of air, his hands going straight to your hair.
Franks tongue running from your clit to your entrance and back caused you to pull off of Billy, a gasp flying from your mouth. Billys hand in your hair brought you back to what you were supposed to be doing, your mouth going back to work, Franks tongue moving at a slow almost punishing pace up and down the same path occasionally dipping into your entrance. He moaned at your taste sending vibrations through your pussy, in turn making you moan around Billy’s cock whose grip on your hair tightened as he let out his own small moan. You slowly worked to take more and more of Billy down your throat, his hand guiding you as he slowly fucked himself with your mouth. You felt that familiar tightening in your own stomach as Frank’s tongue began to focus on your clit, his lips latching on to it, one finger easing into your entrance, you couldn’t help but whimper and moan around Billy’s cock, your hips moving slightly as you unintentionally rode Franks face.
When frank eased a second finger into your entrance you moaned again, Billy using that to push himself all the way into you, your nose brushing against his pelvis.
“Oh Fuck sweetheart, I knew that mouth was good for more than just being a Brat. Look at me,” he commanded, his hands moving to the sides of your face to hold you steady, his eyes locking with yours as he began to roughly fuck into your mouth. You felt your legs begin to quake as your orgasm crept closer, you wanted to close your eyes at the sensations running through you but knew that would be a mistake so instead, you watched as billy used you for his own pleasure, tears streaming down your face. You felt Billy’s cock begin to twitch, heavy on your tongue as you moaned around him, his tip scraping the back of your throat with every rough thrust. When Frank added a third finger it only took a few thrusts before your orgasm was crashing into you like a train, your hips thrusting wildly on Frank’s face as he let you ride it out. Before you had time to recover from your own orgasm Billy’s cock twitched, his hands holding you still as he swore loudly turning into a moan, your nose pressed against his pubic bone as he unloaded into your mouth, your throat constricting around him attempting to swallow down every last drop.
You gasped for breath when he finally pulled you off of him, your sensing feeling overloaded, you hadn’t even noticed that Frank had not only stopped what he was doing but had moved out from under you entirely his hands now running up and down your lower back and to your ass. “Atta girl,” he said soothingly. “We know how good that mouth is, ain’t that right Billy?” “damn right,” Billy said having stepped away from you taking a seat back in his chair to catch his breath. “Now I know how sweet you taste, I want to see just how tight and warm that pussy is.”
You clenched at Frank’s words, feeling him tease your entrance with the tip of his cock, running it through your folds, spreading your wetness around a little more. You couldn’t stop the whine he elicited when he finally began to push in, the angle you were at causing him to feel so big as he stretched you, Frank letting out his own groan as he worked inch by inch towards bottoming out. When you felt his hips flush against your ass, you couldn’t help but hold your breath, the stretch and fullness of him fully seated inside of you burned in a delicious way.
“Fuck me running” Frank groaned out from behind you, his hand squeezing tightly on your hip as he held you both still. Across from you, Billy chuckled, “That good huh man?” “Better, Bill, way fucking better.” at that you felt the drag of his cock inside of you as he slowly pulled out, his tip just resting at your entrance, without warning he slammed into you, his hips crashing into your ass pushing your hips hard into the armrest of the couch. He pulled back again, much quicker this time, and began to set a punishing pace, pinning your hips against the arm of the couch, leaving you no room to run. You couldn’t hold back any of the sounds you were making, most of them somewhere between a moan and a scream, forming words impossible with the feel of Frank fucking into you clouding your mind. Through the haze, though you noticed Billy, sitting and watching, a smirk plastered on his face. “Goddamn Frankie, I love to watch you work.” His eyes darting to you as you whimpered, the feeling of Frank’s calloused finger once again finding your clit, rubbing rough quick circles sending you over the edge. You couldn’t hold back the scream as your second orgasm of the night ripped through you, your legs suddenly feeling like jello. Franks grunts and moans began to get louder behind you, his movements becoming more and more erratic as he rushed towards his own orgasm, you clenched around him in a small aftershock, pushing him over the edge, the sudden feeling of warm liquid coating your insides making you both groan as you felt Frank empty into you his hips stilling as your walls milked him dry.
You slumped against the arm of the couch, your body giving up any attempt at supporting you as you tried to catch your breath and calm yourself down. It wasn’t until you felt Billy cutting the zip ties loose that you even realized both men had moved, once free he squatted down in front of you his hand gently caressing your cheek as he studied your face, watching as you came back to reality. You jolted and whimpered when you felt the cool rush of something wet between your legs, your pussy still very sensitive.
“Shh, easy sweetheart. Frankies just cleaning up the mess he made.” Billy cooed, leaning forward in a shocking gesture he pressed his lips to yours in a soft chaste kiss, something neither man had done all night.
Once he was done Frankie, with Billy’s help, moved you gently from the couch to the bed, something you were grateful for as you were certain your legs weren’t quite up to standing just yet. The look of surprise must have been evident on your face as both men chuckled, working in tandem to partially dress themselves for bed before finding something for you to wear.
Dressed and settled into the now warm bed you raised an eyebrow when each man slid into the bed on either side of you, Billy was the first to respond rolling his eyes. “Oh Shut up, we’re all exhausted.” On your other side, Frank chuckled, “Besides, we don’t have long, the others will be here soon. Tell me, how are you feeling sweetheart?”
You looked from one man to the other both of them watching you curiously, your face breaking out into a wide grin knowing your answer, “Like it pays to be a brat sometimes.”
(Picture rockabilly/gothabilly but like with the jackass logo on the fits or as a tattoo I just feel like that fits the fem jackass character and I love this vibe)
It’s promo shoot day, Jeff insists that you being the only girl and the “eye candy” do your portion of the shoot in 50s pinup fashion. You get dressed and make your way to the shoot touching up your makeup as you wait for your turn, noticing a certain boys eyes glued to you. You smile making your way to Steveo and twirl showing the full outfit surprisingly keeping pretty good balance in the heels, “like what you see?” He blushes and stammers, “I um- it’s just… I’m not used to seeing you dressed up. Or seeing this much of you I guess” His response makes you giggle as Jeff call you over. “Well Jeff if your goal was to rile up the masses with this I’d say it’s gonna work.” You motion towards Steveo who’s still blushing but now sitting in a chair with his hoodie in his lap. You pose for the photographer for at least half an hour with different props and angles noticing a few of the boys are watching but none are as focused as Steveo. After you finish up the shoot you take off the heels and return back to the boys behind the camera. Bam and Dave scattering as Ryan gets called for his turn and Johnny yells, “would you losers stop perving after my sister!” From his spot next to Jeff. “Hey wanna get out of here and get some food?” You slip a tee shirt on over the skimpy outfit and slip on converse to replace the heels before looking at Steveo. His eyes widen, “Me? Like a date?” You shrug gathering your things and put on your sunglasses, “sure like a date.” He jumps up following you, “Hell yeah dude let’s go!”
Helping your brother with big brother shoots has become your norm, Hell he made you help with the self defense thing that’s gained him so much traction but now he’s insisting you help him with a shoot for a friend of his. “Pj why is it than you and Jeff stick me on every project you’re working on?” He shrugs behind the wheel of the car, “Aw come on you’re the best at what you do.” You roll your eyes at him, “the best at taking pictures of idiots?” he cracks a smile and glances at you, “exactly!” You won’t admit it but he’s right, somehow you always get the best shots and it is honestly pretty fun at times. You sigh as the car comes to a stop and he grins at you, “alright baby sis let’s get this show on the road!” You climb out of the car with your camera bag, “let’s do this.” You follow your brother and round a corner to see the guy you’re filming for the day. He extends his hand smelling faintly of weed and smiles obviously eyeing you up, “hey dude I’m Steveo.” You smile and shake his hand. He’s kinda cute but you follow him and your brother over to where Jeff is sitting. They lay out the plans for the promo shoot for the upcoming jackass movie, steveo breathing fire mostly and the finale him lighting his hair on fire and doing a back flip. “You sure that sounds kinda sketchy?” He smiles his cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, “don’t worry doll I’m a professional.” You shrug and get your camera ready. He starts and you take as many pictures as you can, trying your best to accurately capture the chaos. After you finish up he sprints to you and leans over your shoulder as you flip through all the pictures. “These are insane you’re really good at this. Jeff we gotta keep her around.” You smile at the praise, “flattery will get you a long way dude.” He gives Johnny a mischievous grin, “once we wrap up here can I buy you a drink?” You glance at your seething brother and smile, “you know what that sounds great.”
You’re sitting on the floor of the van brainstorming ideas for skits with the boys and Jeff. Normally you’d get thrown into something chaotic with Ryan or maybe Ehren but apparently, fans like it when you interact with Party Boy. Jeff looks at you, “How do you feel about doing the lifeguard bit with Pontius?” You shrug and look up from your iPod, “depends on the context. “Tony Hawk just bought a house and the pool is currently empty. And we somehow convinced him to film a bit with Bam, Dave, Steveo, Ehren, and Weeman where they're skating the pool basically slamming into each other trying to skate and you two get to shoot them with paintball guns and look pretty in bikinis. You in?” You crack a smile, “Chris is prettier than me and pulls off a bikini better but I'm down, Bam and Sleepo have been pranking me a ton this week so I'm ready to get them back.”
The next day the crew arrives at the house and everyone is setting up and getting ready. You had already gotten dressed for the day, A black bikini top with the jackass logo on it and short black shorts to match. You touch up your makeup and hair in the mirror then head outside. Pontius bounces up full of energy wearing a full cheetah print bikini with matching bunny ears, “Hey if there's time could you braid my hair in two fishtail braids it's fucking hot.” You nod and sit down on one of the pool chairs Jeff had brought for the bit, “Pigtails?” He settles on the ground between your feet smiling, “You know me so well.” Despite how long his hair is you make quick work of the task and finish them just as Jeff gathers everyone up for filming, “Okay so here's the paintball guns I'll let you two figure out how you wanna introduce the bit but we've settled on Pool of Pain for the name.” he runs to his director's chair and sits down. Pontius strikes a “sexy” pose as Spike starts filming, “Hi I'm Bunny the lifeguard and I'm here with my friend and the true eye candy of jackass y/n and she's helping me on lifeguard duty today at the pool.”You look over your sunglasses at the camera and smile, “This is the Pool of Pain and trust me there's gonna be a lot of it.” You turn as the camera pans to the other boys and nail Steveo right in the leg with a brightly colored paintball. One by one they drop into the pool narrowly avoiding each other at first but then quickly beginning to collide as they try to avoid the paintballs. Ryan is the first to bail scrambling out of the pool tossing the battered-up skateboard he probably borrowed from Bam to the side, “All right I'm out!” You crack up at the sight, “Come on Ry can't take the heat?” He flips you off and lays in the grass. Soon the others follow suit one by one crawling out of the empty pool with various bruises and scrapes splattered with neon paint. Steveo gets close to the camera wiping his face with his shirt, “That fucking sucked dude.” Jeff giggling behind the monitors calls it a wrap. Adjusting your top you glance at your partner in crime for the day, “Ya know if you take away the paintballs it looked pretty fun.” Tony walks by and puts his helmet on your head, “Go skate if you want.” You make a face and set the sweaty helmet to the side before picking up Bam and Steveo's discarded boards, “care to join the party Pontus?” He grins and takes off his bunny ears, “hell yeah!”
My husband has started walking around our house saying things like “jimmy pop pushed me off the roof” “jimmy pop kidnapped me with snores girl-scout cookies” “jimmy pop set my dick on fire.” And every time I just look up from what I’m doing and ask him why Jimmy pop supposedly did whatever thing he just says “because he thought it would be funny…. It was.” Then he starts singing Fire Water Burn and walks off
He also keeps singing foxtrot uniform Charlie kilo randomly while he games
Green flags all around gaydies and germs I made an excellent choice
