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Merc

“ A re we really doing this?” When they told me this plan, my instinct was to laugh in their face. It was insane. But after Jules explained it, I thought it was even more insane. But Ty insisted that it was the only way out for any of us. He was so serious and heartfelt that I instantly agreed. He had asked me to escape with him out of this life. I was fortune's fool. And I realized as I listened to them that Monty would never let me go. He knew everything about me. There could be no escape.

“Yes,” Jules snapped as he placed the camera. “Are you sure he’s coming?”

“Ben never disappoints us,” Roam answered quickly. Besides Merc, he’s the person I trust most.”

“Most?” Jules glanced over at him.

“Besides you, babe.”

“That’s better.” His grin lit up his face. “This angle will be perfect. It will show everything.”

“I can’t believe that it’s come to this.” Ty looked shaken. “But it has, hasn’t it? I didn’t think I would ever look forward to death. But I can’t wait for it to be over.”

“We should have had In N Out one more time. I’m gonna miss their milkshakes,” Roam sighed.

“That’s what you wish for?” I laughed. “Your priorities are as always weird as fuck.”

A soft knock on the door made us all jump out of our skin. Roam ran over and slid the door open.

“Where the fuck did you find this place? I was scared for my life when the taxi dropped me off.” Ben looked shaken as he walked into the small, cramped room that we had found vacant after a few hours of looking around downtown. “Is this a drug den or something?”

“Something,” I muttered. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’d do anything for you guys. I even have an alibi. I bought a ticket to a show and gave it to someone who looked enough like me to pass. He was excited. So, I have three hours before I need to be back there, just in case. I’m just really sad about it. Are you sure this is…”

“Yes, Ben. We’re sure. It’s the only way for us. I just wish that you’d join us.”

“No fucking way. I don’t want to die, bro. I like who I am and what I do right now. And I appreciate you telling me everything that you have. But with the two of you gone, I’ll be Cappie’s biggest star. I’m ok with that for now. I have my own path to walk and my own plans for the future.” Ben was always steady in the course he charted for himself. I hope he got that degree he wanted.

“I’ll miss you most of all, Scarecrow,” I said sadly.

“With every beat of my heart.” Ben reached up and cupped my face in his palm.

“So, what do I have to do?” Ben looked at all of us. We looked beaten down and scared. We were.

“You have to make sure that this phone is turned off and destroyed as soon as the video is finished posting. We only have one chance at this. We can’t risk it looking like it was altered in any way. But this phone can never be found. Understand?” Damn, Jules could be scary.

“Hopefully, the things that we tell you before we begin can help the rest of you. Maybe it can stop the fucking bartering of people like we’re goods and not human. Their lawyers will fight, but the studios will probably fall. You will know when it’s time to get out. When you do – leave quickly.” Roam ordered.

I looked around at all of these people and almost burst into tears. But Ty walked over and took my hand in his. “We should start before I lose my fucking nerve.”

“Are we sure that this will work?” I looked around, scared.

“No. But Jules said we should go epic, and this was the best I could figure out. Roam is actually really good with this stuff.” Ty kissed me on the cheek. “Remember Ben, it has to look like Roam was able to turn the camera off, and no matter what – you can’t be seen or heard, got it?”

“Crystal. Holy fuck… I’m freaking out, and I’m not even doing it.” Ben turned to me, white as a ghost.

I think the color had drained out of all of our faces. This was the end. I'm not even sure how I got here except for the fact that I met a boy I liked too much. No. Not liked. I had fallen head over heels for him. I was in love enough to die with him. At this point, I should admit that.

“Let’s begin. Remember the order of things. We’re gonna give them one more show.” Jules walked over and placed two wooden chairs in front of the camera. He grabbed me by the hand and led me over to one of them. I sat down next to him. Roam stood behind Jules, and Ty stood behind me. “Oh, shit! Clothes!”

We all stood up, took our clothes off, and carefully threw them on the chair we had placed off-camera before returning to our positions.

Jules stood up, walked to the camera, and turned to look at us. “Ready? No mistakes.” He pushed the red button and walked back to the chair. He reached over and grabbed my hand. He was shaking.

Roam and Ty placed their hands on our shoulders.

“My name is Jules. At least that’s what Cappie called me when he hired me at Cappie’s Boys. Ty is here too, as are two of the guys from Monty’s Boys – Merc and Roam. We are live streaming tonight to tell you about the truth of the studios and why we are doing what we are about to do.”

Jules raised his voice. “These two studios are heavily invested with the mob and many of our city's most illustrious politicians, including the mayor and the police chief. Each of us has had to have sex with these men in order for Cappie and Monty to keep their businesses running. They are all in each other's pocket, and recently, we have discovered that they are not the only things bought and sold.”

“I was told that I was to become the property of a man who invested a lot of money in Cappie’s studio. For him to stay happy, Cappie willingly signed me over to him like I was a sublet on an apartment. I was told to keep him happy and to do whatever he said, however he said. He wanted me, and I was sold to him. It was in our contracts for the studio that this was within the rights of Cappie.”

“Monty has the same stipulation in his contracts,” Roam added. “I couldn’t believe it when I actually read the twenty-seven-page document. I should have done that before I signed it.”

“There was no way out for me.” Jules looked back at us. “For any of us. So, it has come down to this. It’s the only way to escape – because they would never let us go.”

I cleared my throat. “Being a sex worker is not the issue here. Many people choose this line of work and are content with their lives. This is not to shame them or say anything about the world’s oldest profession. It is noble, and the people who do it usually do it with the best of intentions. Money, fame, or to pay their bills. That’s why most of us get into this business. But some do it because they love it. That was once me.”

“I loved it for a while. I felt like I was on top of the world for a few years. The studio, and we are only talking about the two studios that we worked for, treated us like we were possessions and nothing else. We were rented by the hour. That wasn’t by our own choice – it was a part of the contracts that we signed, and yes, we signed them. We were young and had no lawyers on our side.” Roam sounded so angry that he made me proud. “We also barely saw any of that money that we earned.”

“I came from a home that threw me out when I was only seventeen. I struggled and turned tricks to survive on the street, hoping I would have enough to pay for a hostel and a meal every night.” Jules teared up. “Eventually, Cappie found me.”

“I came from a home that also didn’t love me,” I nodded. It hurt to say this out loud. But I needed to. “I ran away when I was told that I had to go to a conversion camp. I chose something else. I was lucky that I found a home as quickly as I did. I loved what I did, too. But here, lately, it has become something else—a burden. But I did find a family of others like me. People who were also looking for something. Together, we created a family.”

“My parents died when I was quite young, and the courts gave me to my only family,” Ty’s deep voice came out slowly. The sadness he felt was palpable. “Cappie of Cappie’s Boys is my uncle. I never saw him when I was young. I just knew he existed, but I was raised by a woman that he paid, and as soon as I turned eighteen, I was told to sign the contract. I had something that he wanted – my cock and my face. I turned my first trick the very next day. I had only been eighteen a week before I understood my place in what I thought was the only family I had.”

“I came to Los Angeles seeking fame and fortune as an actor,” Roam began his story. “I had very little talent, but I could do one thing very well. I would go into an audition and get a call a day or two later from the casting department or the director himself to meet them somewhere private. I discovered that the talent I actually had was not something that would ever put me on the silver screen. I could fuck really well. Monty offered me a position after a referral from one of his Hollywood friends. I moved in the next day and became a star. Until the depression hit, and I began wanting something more.”

“Not all studios treat their models like Cappie and Monty. Most of them, according to the people we’ve met at the Grabby’s, work for companies on the up and up. They seem happy and well-adjusted and know why they do what they do – to entertain and get the paycheck that comes with it. We get paid a stipend. Cappie keeps the rest of our money in what he calls our savings accounts. I have never known anyone to ever be able to cash out.” Ty finished.

“We all woke up and looked around and realized that we were miserable. This is our last film. It should probably have trigger warnings, but we don’t want to spoil the end.” Jules frowned. “Shall we one last time?”

“With all my heart.” Roam kissed the top of his head.

“Ty? You wanna do this again?”

“You have no idea how much,” he bent my head back and kissed me. I moaned into him.

“The last scene we will ever film. This one is just for us. Make sure to save it and make sure to spread the truths we have told.”

Jules and I stood up and moved to the side of the chair. This was to be no frills and down and dirty. We bent over and rested our hands on the hard seat. Ty and Roam moved around behind us, and Ty picked up the bottle of lube and poured some on his cock before passing it to Roam, who did the same. They stroked themselves and used their slick fingers to lube our asses.

“I love you, Jules,” Roam said quietly.

“I love you too, Merc.” Those words coming from Ty’s lips were not what I expected to hear. I wanted to turn around and throw myself in his arms. But our beds had been made, and we knew what we needed to do to escape the life we wanted behind us. My throat closed, and I gasped for air. It was happening.

I glanced behind the chair where my end lay waiting for me. But now, it was my actual end that made me groan as Ty’s lubed-up fingers pushed their way inside. I ground myself against his hand and felt a second finger enter me.

I glanced up, and Jules’ eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. Roam smirked at me as he prepared his new love for what was to come.

Who knew that death could be pleasurable?

Ty bent over me and kissed my neck, sucking on my skin, and I knew that he was marking me. I would happily be his if that was what he wanted – if we could have a future. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my hole, and he slowly pushed it in past my ring and deep into my body. I moaned with every inch he inserted and arched my back with pleasure.

Jules looked like a Greek god as he pushed himself back against Roam’s very hard cock. His solid seven inches were thick like Ty’s, but when Roam fucked you – you thought he loved you. Ty was a madman.

But he wasn’t. He slowly pulled all the way out and then gently inserted himself again. He bent back down, wrapped his hands around my neck, and pulled my head back. His mouth met mine, and he kissed me deeply – he did love me. There was no other reason for it. I knew it in my heart, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I guess I was. The life I had known was coming to an end that no one would ever forget.

He filled me with himself so deeply that I couldn’t stop myself. I thrust my ass backward and started riding his cock. He understood what I wanted and stood there with his hips thrust into me as I pleasured myself with his massive tool.

What did he say about porn star fucks? He didn’t remember the last time that he had ever just fucked someone because he could? Something like that. I wanted to give that to him. I ground myself against him and felt his pubes tickle my cheeks. I reached back and grabbed my cheeks and pulled them open so he could get as deep as I needed, as he wanted into me. I desired every inch of him, every moment with him. This was all that we had left of us, and I relished it.

I could feel the sweat from his body fall onto me. I could still taste it from our earlier scene as it fell into my mouth—tangy and salty like the rest of him.

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.