by Mia Monroe
“Who would you perform with? Bentley?”
“I don’t think so. He’s not a performer. He insists that he understands the difference between a job and our relationship, but I don’t know how I’d feel fucking somebody while he’s the one filming me.”
“Unless you’re an exhibitionist and he’s a voyeur.”
“You know, that’s an interesting point of view. We haven’t even talked about that. Maybe he would kind of get off on that.”
“You never know. Worth finding out, right?”
“Definitely worth finding out. For the time being, I think I’m just gonna work on the studio with him and go from there. See what happens next.”
“I dig it. I’m super excited. For the record, from what I’ve seen, you and Bentley would make magic on camera.”
I smile, imagining that for just a moment. “Possibly. Now about you. What’s the plan?”
“I’m gonna look at my schedule and figure out when I can come down here and spend some time getting the studio going.”
“Cool. Keep me posted, and know that Bentley and I can be there for anything if we need to.”
“Yeah, it’s great you guys are down here. I’m looking forward to what the three of us can create together.”
“Yeah, me too.”
The next morning, after seeing Matteo off safely, I sit on the couch, staring out into the morning. I’ve been awake for hours, my thoughts swirling with possibilities. Bentley is still in bed after I woke him up to suck him off a few hours ago and then coaxed him back to sleep. That wasn’t enough to ease the energy flowing through me.
I unlock my phone, browsing through my contacts. What if Bentley is wrong and my name doesn’t carry weight anymore? What if none of these people I used to call friends want to hear from me? I exhale, scratching my beard. But what if Bentley is right? There’s only one way to find out. I dial the first name on my mind.
“Hello?”
“Sharod. It’s Legend.” I brace myself for a reaction.
“Legend? No fucking way.”
“It’s me. How you doing, man?”
“How am I doing? Dude. Where the fuck you been?”
“Took a break, you know. Had a lot to think about.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get that. You good, man?”
“Really good. Uh, I was calling for a reason.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Cool. I’m starting a production company with a business partner. He’s up-and-coming, but he’s so talented. He has a unique style that I think is gonna be a hit.”
“Okay.”
“I’m calling to see if maybe you’d be interested in filming with us.”
Sharod is silent.
“We’re specializing in kinks. Daddy kink is the main one. Maybe we could get Taylor to work with you, or someone you really like. I’m looking to make a big splash with this, so I want some star power behind it.”
He’s still silent, so I decide to give him an out.
“If you think it’s too risky to be associated with me, I understand.”
“What? Dude, no. Risky? Fuck that. This is awesome. Sign me the fuck up.”
I exhale with a puff. “Really?”
“Hell yeah. You’re performing, right?”
“Uh, undecided.”
“That’s a shame. You left a gap, man. The energy you brought to the screen was special. I hope you reconsider.”
My body heats up from the thought. He was one of the few who reached out to offer his support after shit went down with Arian.
“You really think people are over what happened?”
“I think people love drama, man. They latched onto it, and they will again if you perform. But what’s wrong with that? They’ll see that you’ve moved on and you’re not the man Arian tried to paint you to be.”
“I feel like I’m a controversy now.”
“Yeah, I still don’t see what’s wrong with that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I know you didn’t, and so do a lot of other people. The best way to show that, in my opinion, is to get back out there. What bigger fuck you to Arian could there be?”
I nod, absorbing his words. It’s not the first time I’ve heard this. First from Bobby and now Sharod—two people actively entrenched in the business. If they think it’s okay, maybe it is.
“I appreciate the perspective. For now, I’m focused on getting the studio off the ground. You in?”
“I’m so in. Tell me when and where.”
Smiling, I nod. “I’ll send details.”
After that call, my confidence is higher, and I move through my contact list. My last call is to Bobby, who not only supports us but offered to shoot a few scenes for us at a drastically reduced rate. By the time Bentley shuffles out of the bedroom, naked and hair messed, I have some news for him that’s going to blow him away.
Eighteen
Bentley
“I’m so fucking nervous.”
Legend looks up from arranging some pillows on the bed. “Offical directorial debut. Anyone would be nervous, but I assure you, you’ve got this.” He stands, walking over to me, and then pulls me into his arms. I rest my face on his chest, letting the soft thump of his heartbeat soothe me.
It’s been three months of chaos, but it’s also been the most exciting time of my life. I finally settled on a studio name, Legendary Productions. I had to fight Legend on it, but I finally wore him down. Legend came through with a bounty of talent willing to work with an unknown director, and Matteo’s studio is up and running. Tonight is my first shoot with two superstars—Sharod and Taylor Maines. Sharod is only my second porn icon next to Legend, and I’m filming him. No big deal.
“What if I fuck up? What if it doesn’t turn out and the guys hate it? What if—”
“Baby.” Legend cuts me off. “What if it’s fucking amazing? Because it will be. You’re so talented, and I can’t wait for everyone to find out what I already know.” He cups my face and kisses me softly. “What do you need to calm down?”
Searching his eyes, I start to relax, but the tension in my stomach feels like a spring about to snap. “Can I sit on your lap and cuddle?”
“Of course.” Legend leads me to a leather armchair in the room. He sits and pulls me onto his lap.
As we sit, I feel restless. It’s not enough. My hands roam across his chest, my fingers pausing over his pierced nipples under his tight shirt. I tug his shirt up, exposing his skin, then gazing up to meet his eyes.
“Can I suck, Daddy?”
He nods. “Yes, sweet boy.”
I shift lower in his arms and latch on to a hardened nipple. It feels good, but it’s still not enough. I squirm in his lap.
“What’s wrong, boy?”
I shake my head. “So wound up. I can’t relax.”
“Hmm. Stand up.”
I climb off his lap and stand before him. Legend unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down, revealing the white lace boy shorts I put on today.
“Look at you. So pretty. Don’t you feel good remembering you have these on?” He rubs his fingers over my bulge.
“Yes, Daddy. Good reminder.”
“Can Daddy suck your cock?”
My whole body heats. “Yes. Please.”
“Mm. Thank you, pretty boy.” He tugs the underwear down but leaves them on, tucked under my balls. I look bigger like this. I like it. “Fuck, you’re so hot, baby.”
“Thank you.”
As his mouth envelops my dick, I exhale, letting all the tension slip away to make room for a different kind. Legend can deep throat me, which he seems to enjoy doing. I feel like I’m melting in his arms. My legs stop shaking, my heartbeat calms, and as my fingers card through his luxuriously thick hair, I focus on all the positives. Today is the start of my dream coming true. My dream man currently has my cock lodged down his throat and his fingers digging into my crack. What do I possibly have to be nervous about? This is what I’ve been preparing for—the career and the man.
“Mm, so good,” Legend murmurs, dragging his tongue on the underside of my cock. “Be a good boy and come for Daddy. I need a taste.”
Ripples of lust shoot up my spine as I slowly fuck into his mouth. He holds me close, digging his fingers into my ass until I’m breathing hard and ready to explode.
“Daddy!”
The dam breaks, and I shoot my load down his throat. Before he can even swallow, I attack his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue as we kiss hard. I climb on his lap, straddling him, rubbing my sensitive bare dick on his rough jeans.
“Thank you,” I whisper in the crook of his neck when the kiss breaks. “For everything.”
“You’re welcome, sweet boy. You deserve it.”
“You’re so good to me.” I run my fingers under his chin, playing with his light beard.
“Likewise. Besides, you needed to relax and I needed to taste you.”
I laugh softly. “Anytime you want.”
“I know.” He tucks me back into my clothes, something I never used to like until Legend started doing it. I’m beginning to question things about myself that I always accepted. Like my desperate need to please and serve. It felt like I had to do that to earn my Daddy’s affection, but with Legend, everything is so...balanced. Equal. It feels like he would like me even if I never lifted another finger.
The last three months have been nothing but bliss. We’ve fallen into a rhythm. Sometimes he cooks, sometimes I do. We share chores. We fuck nightly, and on really good days, it might happen twice. We communicate, and he never criticizes me. I’ve never had a relationship like this, but I love it.
“What’s on your mind, sweet boy?”
“Lots of things. I’m excited for you to see how I work. I imagined it a million times before I met you. I dreamed you would somehow stumble on my work and be so impressed you would call and ask to work with me. It’s actually happening.”
“Maybe there’s something to that whole idea of putting things out into the universe. Maybe all that energy, all those hopes and dreams, drew me to you.”
“I like that.” I rise on my toes and kiss him. “Sharod and Taylor should be here any minute now.”
“It’s very exciting.” He swats my butt playfully. “I’m proud of you.”
His words unclench the last of the tension I was holding. “That means a lot. Thank you, Legend.”
“You’re welcome, Bentley.”
The doorbell buzzing from up front sends a spike of nerves through me again.
“Breathe,” Legend whispers. “I’ll answer it.”
“Thank you.” I busy myself checking my equipment and lighting.
The room is perfect. We decided to start simple and go for a nice Daddy scene in the purple bedroom. The colors in here are so sensual and the bedding is thick and luxurious. It feels like a high-end hotel room, which isn’t bad for a first shoot at all.
As their voices get closer, I exhale. I need to be in charge. These guys are trusting Legend that I’m legit so that’s what I need to be. It’s the same as working with Mack and Cas. I’ve got this.
The door opens, and Sharod steps in. Fuck. He’s huge. So tall and muscular. His tanned, ripped physique is covered in tattoos, and he looks strong enough to snap me in half. His normally thick, black hair is dyed blue right now and shaved on the sides. It looks good on him.
“Bentley?” He extends his hand.
“Yes. Nice to meet you.”
The next person through the door is Taylor, a delightfully twinkish man with longish blond hair, a very curvy frame, and a penchant for lingerie. For someone who looks like he could be a cherub in a Renaissance painting, his modern social media moniker, Cum Dump, is decidedly less artful. It’s accurate though. I’ve seen his work. The guy can take some dick.
“Nice to meet you, Taylor.”
He graces me with an ethereal smile. “My pleasure. This is so fun.” He gazes around the space. “Nice setting.”
“Thanks. We’re proud of it. If you guys want to prep, there’s a bathroom right over to the left behind you.”
“Perfect,” Taylor purrs. “Mind if I go first, Sharod?”
“Not at all, princess.” He winks.
Taylor prances off with his bag while Legend and Sharod catch up. Now that they’ve arrived, I feel calmer. I know what I’m doing. I have all the talent I need to kill this scene.
“Ready?” Legend says, coming up behind me.
I twist around, smiling. “I am.”
“Just tell me what you need me to do.”
“I will.”
After Sharod visits the bathroom, both men sit on the edge of the bed gazing at me.
“As discussed, we’re doing a Daddy kink scene. I did some research and just waking up seems to be a popular scene. What do you guys think?”
Taylor nods. “Works for me. Is Daddy waking me up?”
Sharod’s eyes heat, which is a damn good sign. If they are truly attracted to each other, the chemistry should shine through. He leans closer to Taylor, playing with a lock of his hair while whispering something that brings a huge smile to Taylor’s lip.
“Perfect.” Taylor shifts his green eyes to me. “Ready when you are, Director.”
I smile. That felt good.
“Okay, guys. Let’s get you set up in the bed.”
The guys peel out of their robes and climb in bed, facing each other and talking. While they prepare, I set up my cameras and lighting.
“What can I do?” Legend asks.
“Look through my lens. Does the lighting look right?”
Legend peers in, glancing up briefly, then returning to the camera. “It’s a little dark on Sharod’s left.”
Smiling, I nod. He’s right. “Great.” I walk over and adjust the light. “How’s this?”
Legend looks through the lens again, giving me a thumbs-up. “Good.”
“Awesome.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “My style is very intimate. I’m going to move around you, next to you, behind you. Do your best to keep your eyes on each other. Anything but me.”
Sharod nods. “I saw your Mack and Cas video. Pretty cool, man.”
“I did too,” Taylor says. “I’m excited to see how this turns out.”
“You’re both gorgeous, so it’s going to be perfect. Pretend I’m not here.”
“Don’t worry,” Sharod says, eyeing Taylor. “He won’t notice anything but me.”
Taylor grins. “Ooh. Call action already.”
I laugh. This is gonna be awesome.
Nineteen
Legend
I watch Bentley, in awe at how he transformed from nervous boy to in-charge director. Fuck. That’s much hotter than I expected. I’m used to boys who rely on me for everything. Before Arian, none of my boys even worked. I thought that’s what I preferred, but watching Bentley realize his dream, doing something we both love, is extremely attractive.
Once Sharod and Taylor are settled in bed, looking convincingly asleep, Bentley calls, “Action.” He moves gracefully around the couple as if he’s in a choreographed dance where he’s the shadow. To their credit, both men effectively ignore him even when he’s between Sharod’s legs, shooting from below as Taylor swallows Sharod’s cock. It’s truly impressive the way Bentley integrates himself into the scene without being part of it.
At one point, he climbs on a stool so he’s close to even height with Sharod. He’s switched his camera and is aiming it directly at Sharod impaling Taylor. My mind drifts back to my many scenes, filling me with a pleasant nostalgia tinged with something else. Something new.
I want this.
Fuck, I miss performing, but now that Bentley’s part of my life, I’m not sure how to continue being a Daddy to him and fuck other people. He says he understands, but it would crush me if I ever hurt him. Even for ten minutes.
My eyes switch back to the action just as Sharod pulls out of Taylor and sprays cum on his lithe back. Bentley is lying next to Taylor catching the moment, and impressively not fli
nching when Sharod’s load splashes his face.
Holy fucking shit. Seeing my boy with cum dripping down his cheek is the visual eye-fuck I didn’t know I needed. For the first time during this shoot, my cock swells, and it’s all I can do not to whip it out and mark Bentley with my own release. The thought leaves me breathless and slightly lightheaded.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
Sharod collapses on the bed next to Taylor, kissing him and praising him with whispers of “Good boy.” Taylor beams, his pale skin flushed from their passion. He strokes Sharod’s face, a pretty smile on his lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“End scene,” Bentley says.
As soon as they hear the words, Taylor pops up and bounces into the bathroom while Sharod wraps a robe around his naked form. Bentley sits up, focused on the camera and not the side effect of being so close to the action.
I clear my throat and his eyes shoot up. “You, um, have something on your cheek.” My voice is raspy and tight to my own ears.
Bentley reaches up and wipes his cheek. Laughing, he drags his fingers over the bedspread we’ll have cleaned later.
“Job hazard.”
I nod. “Yeah.” I swallow hard.
Bentley tilts his head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’ll tell you when we’re alone.”
“That was awesome,” Sharod says. “Really cool how you did that.”
“Glad you enjoyed it. It looked amazing. You guys have good chemistry.”
“I think so too. It’s our second time filming together, but I don’t think it will be our last.”
“It shouldn’t be,” I add. “It was hot.”
“Thanks, man.” He nods at me. “Did the bug bite you again while you watched?”
Bentley’s attention turns sharply toward me as he awaits my answer.
“I do miss it.”