Dead Sexy

Chapter 3

The Prince And The Psychic

Royce sat there looking into the clairvoyant's eyes. With his cigarette dangling
from his lips, Dennis moved his face even closer to the teen. Just as Royce went
to say something, Dennis slipped the cigarette from the teen's lips and flung it
away.

"So...you gonna hang out in the car all night or are you gettin out?" Dennis
smiled and tugged at Royce's letterman jacket sleeve urging him to step out of
the vehicle.

As Royce climbed out he still hung onto his baseball bat just wrapping his
fingers around the base of it. Dennis gripped the bat and slowly pulled it away
from the kid. Royce looked at his bat in the hand of the psychic. Fearing that
Rafkin was gonna strike him, he started to inch his way backward bumping into
the side of the hood. Dennis smiled seeing the teen's eyes filling with fear.

The clairvoyant gripped his other hand along the bat and slowly slid it down the
wooden piece smiling at Royce. Dennis stroked the bat in a sexual innuendo as
the teen's eyes widened.

"Real nice and hard. Tell me..." He looked down at the kid's crotch. "...what gets
you hard?"

Before Royce could answer, Dennis flung the bat to the ground and grabbed the
teen's sleeve again. Royce was pulled a bit away from the car as Dennis turned
him around quickly. He pressed the teen against the red metal and bent him
forward at the waist.

"What...Rafkin?"

Royce caught himself with his palms as the clairvoyant got behind him. Dennis
smiled again seeing the Torn Prince in a very vulnerable position.

"Tell me, Princey...you have anymore weapons on ya? Hmm?" He slid his hands up
under the kid's jacket, running his fingers down around the teen's waist. "Guess
I'll have to frisk ya. Can't take any chances with you."

Dennis moved his hands in the Torn Prince's letterman jacket pockets and grabbed
two things. Before he pulled out the contents, Royce turned his head a bit
looking at the clairvoyant.

"Cigarettes and a lighter, dig? C'mon...I only have the bat."

Dennis made sure and looked at what he pulled out. Sure enough, it was a pack of
Lucky Strikes and a lighter...just like the kid said. Slipping them back in his
pockets, he felt Royce's tight ass making the kid jump a bit. As Dennis ran his
fingers over the teen's jean pockets in the back, he felt something flat like a
plastic like object. He dug his fingers into Royce's jean pocket and pulled out
a card like item.

Royce sighed. "Driver's license."

"Mmm hmm. I see that, Clayton. Let me look." Dennis studied the kid's license.
"Eighteen...six-foot...190 pounds...sex-male." He smiled. "Really?"

Royce glanced behind his shoulder and smirked at the clairvoyant. "Yeah...what's
your point, Rafkin? I don't get what you're looking for---"

"Quiet!" He shoved the license back into Royce's jeans. "I see you do have another
weapon on ya."

Royce stood there not moving wondering what other weapon the clairvoyant had
found. He only had the three items on him. Dennis moved his hand around to the
front of the teen's jeans. Without warning, the clairvoyant clutched Royce's
cock through his jeans making the teen gasp loudly.

"This can be used as a weapon. You know what I'm gettin at, don'cha?" He tightened
his grip a bit more making Royce wince. "Now, tell me...you haven't kept your
cock in your jeans for over 50 years, have ya?" He giggled. "You've had to do some
raping, right?"

Dennis waited for Royce's response. The teen nodded as Dennis brought his mouth
over to the kid's ear.

"Dennis...I---"

"I'm not done, Clayton. How many little bitches did you fuck?"

Royce shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "I don't know."

The clairvoyant's lips touched the kid's ear lobe on the left side of his
face...the side spared from the horrible road rash. "Did you kill any of the
girls when you were done with them?"

Royce nodded. "Yeah...quite a lot. Look, I---"

"Shh! Now, tell me...were all your victims female?"

Royce remained quiet not knowing Dennis was expecting an answer. The teen let
out a sigh as Dennis gripped the now hardened bulge in the kid's jeans. Moving
his hand up a bit, Dennis opened up Royce's jeans and slid his hand into them.
He was quite surprised to find the kid to be so big in size. The clairvoyant
made a noise of approval as Royce went to turn around.

"C'mon, Dennis...I...I..." He stopped as the clairvoyant now pressed his own
hardened bulge into the kid's back. "I don't know about---"

"Don't talk. Your mouth has better uses. I see you must have always played the
dominant role, huh? Well, guess the tables are about to turn."