Page 10 of Dreamers Often Lie

“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 themost 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.”

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