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Ty

T he way my Uncle Cappie sees me should embarrass me. The costume he chose for me was… Well, it was not the kind of costume that you bought your nephew. He controlled the lives of every boy in this house – from what we wore to what we ate and even who we could be seen with when we were out in public. If you went against Cappie’s rules, he made you pay, or he threw you out. Cappie was a hard man.

He had lots of rules. The first one was that he was always right. The second one was that the client was also correct, which could sometimes be a problem for our boys who played the role of bottom for the paying customers. As long as they paid and didn’t damage the merchandise, anything could be yours for the right price. Have a rape fantasy that you’ve always wanted to act out? For a solid one thousand dollars, your dreams could all come true. When a client didn’t hold up his end of the bargain or didn’t follow the rules that Cappie gave him, we never saw that person again. Cappie had very bad men in his rolodex, and he wasn’t afraid to call them.

The party was packed with all sorts of Los Angeles ruffians and starlets. Cappie knew how to throw a fucking rager, and everyone who was anyone in the LA area wanted to get an invite. Not everyone did. But tonight, the mansion was packed.

I stood up at the top of the stairs in my very thin, red silk jockstrap and a cropped t-shirt that had the number sixty-nine embroidered in it with red metallic thread that matched the jock, and I looked down at all the revelers as they enjoyed themselves. A simple red mask and devil horns completed the outfit. I could barely fit my entire fucking cock inside the pouch. As it was, it protruded in front of me as if it were a divining rod leading me to my freedom. Or water? Either way, I felt like a fucking whore. A costume wasn’t supposed to make you feel the same way you felt every day. But this one let everyone know exactly who and what I was. A cock and a body made for you to worship if you had enough money.

I just wanted to go back to my room and pet my cat.

“You look as good as I thought you would.” Cappie’s hot breath tickled my neck. “Everyone here is going to want you.” I froze as his fingers brushed up against my bare ass.

“Don’t they already?” I sighed and noticed a group of hard-bodied boys walk into the throng of people gyrating to some horrible pop song. “I think this is a bad idea, Uncle.”

“When have I ever had a bad idea? Just keep your eyes on them and make sure they have a good time. It’s Halloween, after all,” he ordered.

“Those Monty boys are kind of trashy. I don’t think he’s as careful with who he hires as you are. They could cause a lot of trouble tonight. You should have warned the rest of the guys that we were having visitors. If they find out that they’re here, all hell could break loose.”

“They know the rules. If any of them start a fight tonight, I will throw them out on their asses in front of everyone. I don’t care who it is. Do you understand me?” He grabbed me by my face and squeezed.

“Yes, Uncle,” I managed.

“I knew you would. I can always count on you, Ty. That’s what family is for.” He slapped my exposed ass once again and slid his arm around my waist. Uncle Cappie was a very touchy-feely man, but he had never really crossed the line. I was merchandise.

“I’m still worried about it.” I shrugged.

“There’s nothing that can be done. The mayor has made his fucking demands, and we have to pivot if we want to stay on top. Monty understands this, too. I expect you to lead the way for the other boys, Ty. If you’re playing nicely with our new arrivals, the other boys will follow suit. Do you understand me? They look to you to be their leader.” He pulled me in tighter.

“I’ll try, Uncle.”

“I expect more than that. You show those boys a good time tonight. Make sure that they do have the time of their lives and that Cappie’s is a place for fun. Besides, like I said, it’s Halloween, and they are fine-looking boys who deserve to blow off a little steam. Maybe that steam will be blown off with one of my boys. You got it?” He let me go and leaned over the railing to see who else had arrived.

“Sure. Whore myself out to the rival studio and let them have their way with me. I got it.”

“Smartass. Get down there and have fun. I don’t think that’s asking too much. I will let you know when I need you. Understand?” He cupped my ass again and squeezed.

“Crystal.”

“Good. Now don’t fuck it up. You know how I hate to be disappointed.”

Uncle Cappie walked away, and I took a deep breath. I didn’t hate the Monty boys, not really. I did think they were, for the most part, without much class. They all looked like brawlers and frat boys. Monty had a type. So did Cappie.

I saw Roam and a couple of the other boys, Ben and Merc. What kind of a fucking name was that? At least Merc was sometimes good for a laugh. Out of all the boys at Monty’s, these three were his finest specimens. Roam and Merc were both strictly tops and had never bottomed on film before. Ben was a fucking power-bottom that could take a dick better than almost any bottom we had in our studio. I wouldn’t mind banging him in a corner at the party until he begged me to stop. He seemed to like it rough. I mean, my uncle told me to show them a good time. According to him, that would mainly refer to my cock, since that seemed to be all I was to him these days.

I meandered down the large opulent staircase that I had been filmed fucking on numerous times and into the main foyer that spilled into the incredibly large living room. I glanced around the party and grinned at a few television C-listers who seemed so high on Molly that they could barely fucking stand. I hated sloppy people. I pushed my way through them and had to stop myself from pushing one of them away as he groped me. I just grinned and removed his hand firmly from my crotch.

“Can’t let TMZ see that, can we?” I mumbled in a warning as I crossed the parquet floor into the large open sunken room where the DJ had set up. Bodies writhed on the floor, and I saw Gregory giving a blowjob in the corner. “Fucking slut,” I chuckled. He always seemed to have a great time no matter what he was doing. By the end of this party, it would dissolve into a giant orgy. Even here, in our own home, we were just bodies for other people's pleasure. It wasn’t much of a home when you lived where you worked.

“You as the devil seems appropriate.” I would recognize that voice anywhere. I had watched most of his videos and been in a few fights with him.

“Thanks for crashing our party, Merc. I’d say it’s good to see you, but I’d be lying.” I snorted.

“I think you know as well as I do that we didn’t really crash. Don’t tell the other guys, though. They think we snuck in.” He took a sip of his beer and offered me one. I took it.

“I won’t throw you out. My uncle informed me that I’m supposed to show you a good time tonight.”

“Ooh! Are we gonna fuck?” he said way too enthusiastically.

“What? No.” I huffed and looked around.

“I mean, I’ve seen that monster of a dick you have. Are you gonna whip me with your cat o’ nine tails while you bend me over?” I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. Merc was fucking beautiful. In another time and place, if we weren’t who we were, I would want to.

“Oh, God, stop. It sounds like you’ve been having fantasies,” I teased.

“Is it true that the Prince of Cats has a barbed penis? Because I don’t think I’d be into that.” Hi wiggled his dark eyebrows.

“I’m about to prick you with my barb if you don’t shut your fucking mouth,” I warned.

“God, you’re so hot when you get annoyed.” His broad smile lit up his face, and his dark curls glimmered with the lights from the dance floor. He was annoying but hot as hell. If he didn’t work for Monty and was a bottom, I’d definitely be into showing this muscle-bound man a good time tonight.

“With you around, I expect that I’ll be the hottest I’ve ever been because you are the most annoying man on the planet.” I managed not to sound as turned on as I was. My jock was straining with the girth of my cock.

“Oh, he wounds me. But I think you’re totally into me.” He ran a finger down my shoulder and onto the ridge of my jock. “Definitely into me. Love the cut-off shirt, too.”

“God… I bet you watch my videos and beat off.” I willed my dick to stop thinking for itself.

“I bet you do mine, too. I mean, I’ll admit to it, if you will. We’re two grown men, and we’re both hot.”

“I only watch Monty’s videos to see how not to make one.” I turned to him and smirked.

“Oh no! Another thrust of his saber. Ow!” He turned to me, and we stood there nose to nose. I could smell his breath. “Be careful, pretty boy, or I might start thrusting back.” He pushed his hefty cock into mine, and we stood there for what felt like forever, staring into each other’s eyes as if we were daring the other to look away first.

I couldn’t stop myself and chuckled. Merc had a pretty fucking significant cock, and the thought of us having a sword fight was… Well, it made me smile despite myself. I mean, I could feel it as it pushed against mine. I didn’t even hate it. But damn, he was fucking annoying. We had scuffled in the past and given each other black eyes more than once. The fucker packed as big a punch as I did. But tonight, he was a guest.

“He does have a sense of humor.” He fucking bopped me on the nose. “I always assumed so.”

“How can we not?” I shrugged and turned away to look around the room again. “Look at what we are.”

“True. We’re only worth what someone will pay for our company. I bet you're worth a fortune.”

“Now you’re just getting maudlin.” I noticed my sweet Jules talking to a boy that I knew as Roam. “It looks like we’re not the only two rival boys having a… conversation tonight.” I pointed over at Jules and Roam.

“I don’t know Jules, but I do know Roam. Do you think either one of them realizes that they’re wearing the same costume in different colors?” I glanced back over. Jules was wearing black, and Roam was wearing all white. But they were in the same exact costumes. “I’m sure Roam hasn’t figured it out yet.”

“I doubt Jules has looked past his own reflection tonight?” I grinned. Merc was too easy to talk to, which wouldn’t make going back to being enemies any easier. I couldn’t help myself. I was actually enjoying this.

“Oh, he is a little priss?” Merc chuckled happily.

I chuckled. “Sweet as punch but totally into himself. I love him, though. Roam?”

“Jesus, you can’t wipe the fucking emo off him. It stinks of melancholy and narcissism. But he’s a good friend who annoys the shit out of me sometimes.”

“A match made in heaven, it seems. Jules truly loves looking at himself. His walls and ceiling are mirrored.”

“That tells me everything, though that could be hot. Jules is your number one for a reason. That face and body are pretty damn perfect.”

“So is Roam. But if you tell him that, I really will slit your throat. He’s very annoying and super whiny. At least that’s how he appears on your socials.” It wasn’t like I stalked the Monty boys or anything, but sex had become my business, and follows and likes were a large part of that. I prided myself in being one of the best.

“No, he is. He’s also very sweet and will do anything for you if you’re his friend. Most of the time, anyway.” He looked away and took a sip of his beer.

“God, watch them fucking fall in love.” I groaned. “I wouldn’t put it past Jules.”

“Roam, too. Oh, I’ve seen that episode before. It ends horribly.” Merc was witty, and I was here for it. What would he say if I invited him up to my bedroom?

“Yet, I still watch the show, probably. Fucking twinks.”

“You can say that again. But hey, we’re still at the top of the porn pyramid. Not everyone is into twinks. Some people prefer muscles.” He reached over and squeezed my biceps. “I know I do.”

“Me too. You’re very touchy.” I smirked and took a sip of the beer he had handed me.

“ I’m very muscular,” Merc chuckled. “Just seeing if I could get a rise out of you.”

“If you were a bottom and not a Monty boy, maybe you could. Shame that we’ll never know, I guess.”

“Oh, I think you’ve already risen for me more than once. You know… You’re nowhere near as stuck up as I thought you were. Past comments aside.”

“No, I am. I was just told to play nice, remember?” I turned to him again.

“If this is nice, I think I’ll have bruises if you start being yourself.” He did the same and took a small step forward.

“Promises, promises…” I stepped forward – our crotches brushed.

“As much as I really like this… uh… I think that Poppa Cappie is waving at you.”

I stepped back. “I guess it’s almost time.”

“For what?”

“The hell if I know. This… well, it wasn’t horrible, Merc.” I turned and walked off, leaving him behind me. I saw Roam and Jules playing tonsil hockey on the corner of the couch. My uncle said to play nice, but he didn’t like to share his star with anyone. Jules was his most important prized possession. If he saw that, he might lose his shit and throw everyone out. Or maybe this was his plan all along. My uncle was a fucking mystery.

But Merc…

I could take that big, muscular Merc on the floor of this party, and my uncle would laugh as he watched. I knew where I stood – behind his precious Jules. Why did people always have a thing for twinky, bottom boys? I glanced behind me, and sure enough, Merc was watching as I made my way back to the staircase. It was a shame that he wasn’t a bottom. It would be nice to have someone who could stay with me toe to toe.