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Merc

“ F uck,” I groaned as I watched his perfect ass walk away. His body was a goddamn work of art, and so was that fucking beautiful face. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to punch it or kiss it. The only other boy that I knew who was that pretty was Roam, as much as I hated to admit it. There was a reason he was number one and I was number two at the studio, and I knew it. I was handsome, but Roam, like Ty, were fucking Botticelli’s. Ty’s green eyes and tight blonde hair were just fucking gorgeous. I would enjoy feeling every inch of his muscular frame as he pile-drives me into his bed. Shame he was a Cappie, and I was a Monty.

“Well, it looks like Roam has moved on. How fast until this becomes an epic disaster?” Ben slapped me on the back as he walked up.

“Tragedy is so underrated and rarely achieved,” I responded happily. “Here’s to the show.”

Ben chuckled. He had been drinking, and his face was flushed. “I saw you talking to that asshat, Ty. How did that go? Was he annoyed that we were here?”

I turned and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Not really. He knows as much as I do about what’s actually happening, though. Listen, we really have to keep an eye on everyone tonight and make sure they behave. Got it? Monty made me promise.”

“Monty made you? Ok, That’s strange. But sure. It shouldn’t be that hard. Abe is already laying pipe on the dining room table with a Cappie boy. As long as we keep our masks on, I think we’re fine.”

I glanced over and pointed at Roam and Jules making out on the couch. “They really are too pretty for each other, don’t you think?”

Ben chuckled. “Or maybe they’re the kind of pretty that is only good for each other?”

“Whatever? I’m tired of watching Roam suck all the air out of the room while he eats Jule’s face. God, they’re not even trying to kiss politely.” Jules and Roam had hard-ons that were already poking out of their very short shorts. People were pointing. “I’m gonna walk around.”

Ben grabbed my arm. “Don’t make me watch this train wreck alone.”

“Do you want me to make you some popcorn and bring a box of tissues? The ending always makes me cry.”

“Maybe. But I’m not watching this either.” Ben turned and kissed me quickly on the lips. “Be careful, ok?”

I turned to walk away. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about, babe.”

“Uh… What the fuck is Monty doing here?” Ben grabbed my arm again. “That is him, right? I’d recognize that big belly anywhere.”

“Yeah, probably.” I shrugged. “I better go over there and…”

“What the fuck is going on, Merc?” He sounded scared.

“Damned if I know. Have fun and let go a little, Ben. You deserve it, bro. Go find a Cappie boy to bend you over and treat you the way you want.” I grazed his cheek and walked away.

I pushed through the crowd and shimmied around a very drunk girl who looked like she was about to lose her cookies all over the floor. Why Monty and Cappie invited all of these half-rate celebrities still confused me. They didn’t share on their socials that they were here most of the time, so it couldn’t have been marketing. But those types could never really hang with the likes of us. We were a special breed of human who could take a punch and stay on our feet.

“Merc,” Monty breathed heavily. If he walked more than twenty steps, he breathed heavily. “I was afraid I was going to have to send someone to find you.”

“What’s wrong? Do I need to get everyone out of here?”

“No, let them enjoy themselves.” He glanced around, and I stepped in front of his view to where Roam was sitting. No use raising Monty’s ire in public. He wouldn’t be happy with the way Roam was acting right now. “I would like you to join me. I need someone with a level head, and I suppose you will have to do. Besides, most people like you. They can’t help themselves once they start talking to you. You have a way with people.”

I stared at him, completely lost. “What’s… Go where, Monty?”

“Upstairs to the office that I used to share with Poppa Cappie back when things were less chaotic. We’re meeting tonight to discuss a new normal for our studios and to try to put an end to the violence. We have both been told that if we don’t, there will be hell to pay. The city has gotten too many complaints, and neither one of us wants to deal with the legal hassles, if you catch my drift.”

“I don’t.” But it now made sense when Monty handed me the invitation and told me take some of the boys to the party. At first, I had been incredibly confused, but he said it was fine and we were expected.

Monty sighed and pressed his finger into my forehead. “You’re as thick as the rest. I expect more from you, Merc. The boys look to you as if you were their leader. They could do much worse. Of course, they don’t know the real you, do they?” he asked pointedly.

“No, they don’t.” I swallowed. I had hidden the truth about my past from everyone and didn’t want them to know that part of me.

Monty leaned in and pulled me toward him by my arm. “I wonder how they would feel if they knew you were just slumming, for now.”

“It wasn’t like I had much of a choice, was it?”

“I took you in and have treated you as one of my own. Now, I am afraid I need you by my side. Cappie didn’t give me much time to get the team together, so it’s just me and Walter.” He nodded to the small man with round glasses that I knew to be his lawyer. It wasn’t just money that he paid Walter with. He also used our services. Walter was a dirty pig bottom who liked it rough and cruel. His issues had issues.

“Whatever you need.” I shrugged. I couldn’t tell Monty no, even if I had wanted to. But I was curious about what was going on, and now I was given a front-row seat. Who was I to say no?

“Who knows who Cappie has in there with him? Probably his whole team. I don’t want to look like a fool and be coerced into something that I don’t want to agree to. Do you understand?” He asked so seriously that I could only nod at him dumbly.

“No. But I will go with you and give you whatever help you need. You know that.”

“Good. I believe the fucking mayor and police chief will be there too. They want this sorted out tonight.” He looked back at Walter and shook his head with disgust. Walter was busy ogling a boy that was twerking a few feet away from him.

“Have you and Cappie already spoken?” I was trying to get the lay of the land. I had no idea what I would be walking into with him. Was this whole thing a setup?

“Just stay with me and don’t say anything unless I ask you to.” He hissed, and I followed him up the large stairs that belonged in a movie studio’s opening musical number, not a house of whores and instamodels. He knew where he was going, and I followed close behind while Walter brought up the rear. He was already huffing as hard as Monty as we reached the landing and turned to the right.

At the end of the hallway was a large oak door with Cappie’s name on it. Monty didn’t knock. He pushed the door open and strode inside.

There had been rumors about how he and Cappie used to be an item when they started their first studio, which they called Daddy’s. This was well before any of our time. Back in the day, they used to film themselves with the models as if they were doing an audition. Every video was mainly the same. One of them received head while the other fucked the poor boy who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there with them. Thank God, that wasn’t the way it was now.

“Monty,” Cappie stood up and nodded to the others in the room. Ty stood directly behind him, and I winked as I walked in. His smirk could have made me blush if he weren’t so goddamn smug, and I wasn’t so nervous about being here.

Monty was right. Cappie brought everyone he knew to this meeting. We were totally outgunned. Walter wasn’t an idiot, but he wasn’t the smartest either.

“Cappie,” Monty walked over to the oversized chair in front of the desk and sat down as if he could care less. “Mayor Princeton and Police Chief Jenkins. I’m glad you could join us so quickly. It seems you even beat me here.”

“Listen here, Larry,” Mayor Princeton started and pointed his finger at both of them. I had to stop myself from laughing. Larry? Who knew? “I need you and Milton to take this shit seriously.”

Larry and Milton? This was fucking classic. Ty covered his mouth with his hand. He couldn’t believe it either.

“We’re here,” Cappie sighed.

“Our hands are tied, and I hope you understand the severity of the city's desire to see you and your gang of hooligans put behind bars if you don’t cease this minute.” The mayor slapped the arm of his chair.

“Hooligans?” Cappie guffawed loudly. “Honestly, James, you have been watching way too many gangster movies.” Cappie, or Milton, as I would now call him, made fun of the mayor.

“He always has had a flair for the dramatics. Maybe you should have enjoyed a career on the stage instead of in politics.” Monty agreed and rested his cane on the side of the chair. “You’re looking healthy, Milton.”

“You seem as boisterous as ever, Larry.” Cappie leaned back in his chair. “Do you like what I did with the office?”

“It’s a little whorey.”

They both stopped and broke into a cackle. This wasn’t the act of two men who hated each other. This was the laughter of people who knew each other incredibly well.

“That it is. Fitting, don’t you think?” Cappie grinned widely.

Monty glanced around the room as if he were observing the weather. “I might not have used this exact shade of purple, but it does suit you.”

“Gentlemen, please.” The mayor sighed heavily. “How do you two plan to end the rivalry between your two houses?”

“One simple word, James – collaboration,” Monty said forcefully. “And we will get to that when we are ready,” he barked loudly. “There is no need for your bullish tactics. This is not your house.”

“Well phrased.” Cappie chuckled. “I love to see you get your feathers all ruffled. Same old Larry.”

“Collaboration? What does that mean?” The police chief, whom I knew as intimately as most of the guys in both of these houses, asked and leaned forward. He liked to be spanked, and I loved leaving handprints. Besides that, he was a boring old fuck that I dreaded whenever he asked Monty for me. He smelled of bologna and cheese sandwiches.

“One person from each studio. A collaborative scene that will rotate with our roster of models on a weekly basis. If the boys get to know each other – they will not care to continue the brawling on the street, as you say.” Cappie grinned. “Our rivalry with each other will still exist, of course. It’s good for business. But that, as they say in Hollywood, is just smoke and mirrors. Our boys will film scenes together in a new project that Larry and I will co-own.”

“Fifty-fifty.” Monty nodded, and Cappie shook his head.

“Yes, Larry. The contracts are all drawn up for your lawyer to peruse. I know how you hate to rush into anything, so take your time.”

“When will this begin?” Mayor Princeton looked like he was about to nut all over himself at the mere thought of the idea.

I glanced up from the hole in the floor I had just created with my – I can’t believe what I’m hearing stare – to see Ty looking over at me. He seemed to be as surprised as I was. It made sense, though. After you fuck someone, you either like them or hate them in this business. We could at least all get along. Maybe have a beer and bitch about the studio we’re filming with at the neighborhood bar instead of getting into a fight at the dartboard.

“I’ll have Walter and his team look it over tomorrow, and if it’s, as you say – I will sign.”

“Who will be the first models to shoot?” Mayor Princeton definitely had a hard-on. He was bouncing in his chair at the mere idea of it of our two studios fucking each other. He probably wanted a ticket to the big show. I’m sure he would get one.

“We haven’t gotten that far.” Monty sighed. “We haven’t had much time. You’re lucky we’ve gotten this far, aren’t you?”

“Before I leave here tonight, I want concrete plans,” he barked. I think it was just so he could go home and spank his monkey at the thought of whichever models were chosen.

“It can’t be Jules.” Cappie leaned forward from behind his desk and placed his hands on top. “I have other plans for him that will keep him too busy for filming, and he is the top model here at Poppa Cappies.”

Monty picked up his cane and held it in front of him with his hands on top. “It can’t be Roam, either. He’s our top model, and I don’t want to start anything that’s not yet perfect with him in case it goes sideways.”

“Neither one of us wants to put up our biggest stars. That’s just a sound business decision. If it happens, that should be saved for later. But it can’t be just any old model either, can it?” Cappie nodded.

“No. It needs to be someone that the fans will froth all over to see together. It can’t be any of our lower-shelf models. We need a collab that will make people stop and need to see it. It should be someone that they’ll wank off to as soon as they find out what they’re going to do. Right? Perhaps models that you wouldn’t expect to be together. Merc is our second biggest star. I’m prepared to go out of the gate with one of my top earners.” He glanced up at me, and I nodded. Why not? I didn’t have anything to lose. I could fuck a Cappie boy to help us find some peace.

“What about my Ty, the Prince of Cats? He’s our second most popular model and our most requested .” Cappie glanced back at TY, who looked at me and then back to Cappie and nodded.

Monty laughed. “Ty is a top. So is Merc. It won’t be a very exciting scene.”

“That is something that no one will believe is about to happen. A surprise that will titillate and excite. Think of the press and the attention we will get on all our socials, Larry.” Cappie was practically frothing at the mouth.

“They’re both tops. Which one will bottom?”

“I will.” The words escaped before I could stop them. Ty looked at me and smirked.

“I’d be good with that.” He said lowly.

Monty stood up and turned to me. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.” Monty slapped me across the face and slowly sat back down. “It could hurt his reputation. I think they should both bottom for each other if this is what we decide to do.”

“Agreed.” Cappie spat in his hand, as did Monty, and the two of them shook.

Ty had turned white. Wow… Maybe he really was just a top?

“This is the most exciting scene any of you have ever done.” The mayor exclaimed happily.

Like I said, he would want a front-row seat. Fucking pervert.