by Mia Monroe
Sipping my water with my back turned to the room, I exhale slowly. You did nothing wrong, I remind myself. I’m not a predator and I didn’t manipulate shit. If anything, the exact opposite is true. My misplaced love for Arian made me compromise on things I didn’t want. It’s just hard to prove that a forty-year-old, six-foot-two, bearded and tattooed beast of a man allowed a waifish twink to run him.
“Oh my god,” a soft voice murmurs behind me. “It’s you.”
Tension fills me, but I twist around to see a man standing there, wide-eyed and biting his bottom lip. He’s fucking gorgeous with big brown eyes, a full mouth, and sweet features. He’s wearing light makeup, but his sandy brown hair is short, and he has the slightest beard. He’s wearing a pink floral-patterned blouse, white pants, and white ankle boots.
“Legend.” My name is breathless on his lips. “What an honor.”
“Hello. You are?”
“Bentley. Um, Bentley Price. Huge fan of yours. I’m in awe that you’re standing here. I can’t believe it, really. Where have you been? I’ve missed watching you. I thought you might have left for good.”
His familiarity with how he speaks to me, like we’re old friends, draws a smile to my lips.
“I’m sorry,” he continues. “You don’t owe me an explanation. It’s just...so amazing to see you in real life. Are you in film now?”
“I came to learn. Do you work in the industry?”
He nods eagerly. “I’m not talent. Obviously.” He laughs, his cheeks blushing. “I do some behind-the-scenes work, but I’m interested in directing.”
“Why is it obvious you’re not talent?”
He laughs nervously. “Really? I mean, me?”
I nod, studying his face. “Why not? If it’s not your thing, that’s cool, but it isn’t obvious to me.”
“Oh.” He sort of shrugs in on himself. “It’s not like I stand out. Not like The Angel.” He scrunches his face. “Shoot. I probably shouldn’t have brought him up, huh?”
“Correct. I’d prefer not to talk about him.”
“Right. Of course. For the record, I see behind his lies.”
My eyebrow rises. Now I’m curious. “What do you mean?”
“It’s so obvious that he’s struggling without you. I imagine he threw a fit and wanted the public to side with him so he could keep his career going. I’m sure it was hard to break up, but you must have had your reasons for leaving such a lucrative situation. And such a beautiful boy. I wish I looked like him.”
“No.” I shake my head. “You shouldn’t wish that. You’re gorgeous in your own right.”
Bentley’s mouth falls open. “I-I’m sure you’re just being nice. I can’t compare with someone like Arian.”
“You don’t need to. That’s the beauty of it.” I step closer. “You don’t perform at all?”
“No. I can’t imagine I’d be popular.”
“You might be surprised. If I were still performing, I’d do a scene with you.”
“Oh, now you just stop that, Legend.” He clutches his stomach. “You’re gonna make me get an erection,” he whispers, leaning close. “But thank you for that fantasy material. As if I don’t already fantasize about you.” He scrunches his nose again, and I’m quickly becoming addicted to it. “I should absolutely shut up now.”
“You’re adorable, Bentley.”
“You’re...breathtaking in real life. On camera, you look like a god, but in person, there are no words. I realize I’m gushing fan vomit on you, but I may never get a chance to say this to your face again.”
I watch him intently, waiting for his words.
“You helped me learn what I like and need in a partner.”
“What?”
“Watching your scenes, before and with Arian.” He looks over his shoulder, checking we’re still alone. “Are you a Daddy in real life or was that just acting? You can totally lie and just tell me you’re a Daddy. That would be amazing.”
Bentley stirs something in me. Something compelling and delicious but also very, very dangerous.
“I’m a Daddy in real life, Bentley.” I lean in closer, cupping his chin. “And that’s not a lie.”
His eyes flutter closed for just a second before he shifts them back to me. “You’re touching me.”
“Would you like me to stop?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “No.”
As I search his eyes for a few seconds, I can actually imagine tearing him apart. “Do you want to show me around the convention? I could use a friendly face. I haven’t seen anyone since things went down with Arian.”
His face lights up. “Absolutely. It would be my honor, Legend.”
“Great. Let’s go.”
I take Bentley’s hand in mine, giving it a quick squeeze in silent thanks.
“Okay,” Bentley begins, “there’s a bunch of booths that cover everything from lighting to angles. There’s also a lot about the different styles and techniques.”
“What style do you like?”
He smiles shyly. “I’m developing my own technique compiled from years of watching and figuring out what aesthetic works for me. I haven’t come up with a name yet, but basically, I want the viewer to feel like a voyeur. Not just passively watching two or more people fuck, but as if they’re in the room, sitting in a chair nearby, intimately involved without touching.”
I stop walking. It takes Bentley a second to realize it and turn back.
“Go on.”
Bentley nods. “I like a little behind-the-scenes and lots of talking between the performers. I want it to feel like an experience, not just a scene. I have these different cameras I use so I can capture all the angles and action. I use a handheld to get close.”
“That sounds...nice. Do you only do gay?”
He nods. “Yes. I’ve done some straight scenes with volunteers, but I want to work in gay porn. I want my own production company so I can make the films that appeal most to me.”
“Which is?”
“Kinks. I love it all. No vanilla-bashing from me, but what excites me is pushing your limits or discovering things about yourself that you didn’t know.”
“Like being submissive?”
He nods, his sweet lip finding its way between his teeth again. “Exactly like that. I’m rambling, but I’m very passionate about it, obviously.”
“Obviously. Have you worked with any studios yet?”
“No. I came here to possibly make some contacts. I’m ready to take the next step.”
“Sounds like the world could use your talents, Bentley.”
“What about yours? You left us hanging. You could come back.”
I shake my head, feeling my body tense. “Can’t. Not ready for public scrutiny. Besides, any performer who chooses to work with me will face a great deal of backlash. You don’t think I tried at first?”
Bentley frowns. “That sucks. I can’t tell you what I’d be willing to do to see you on screen again.”
“Maybe you should tell me. It might be motivation.”
“Legend...I would do any—”
“Legend?”
We both twist around at the voice calling my name. It’s Bobby, heading straight for me, a huge grin on his face.
“Fuck, man, it is you.” He throws his arms around me, and I gratefully hug him back. “I can’t believe it. How the hell are you?”
Nodding, I smile. “Getting there. Figuring things out.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t believe that was the last scene we did. I should’ve thought about what I was saying to you. I didn’t mean to fuck things up.”
“You didn’t, Bobby. It was a long time coming. Honestly, I’m happier.”
“But you’re coming back, right? We miss you.”
“No.”
“That’s what I said,” Bentley chimes in. “Porn needs him.”
“Yeah,” Bobby agrees, his eyes assessing Bentley. “You are?”
“Uh, my bad. Bobby, this is Bentley. He�
��s a budding filmmaker. Bentley, this is—”
“Bobby Jenson, I know.” He offers his hand and Bobby shakes it. “I follow your work. Mostly because of Legend, but yeah, you’re amazing. Pleasure to meet you.”
“Thanks, kid. Up-and-coming, huh?”
“Trying.”
“Good. The industry can always use fresh blood.” He shifts his gaze back to me. “Non-negotiable? I have some ideas you would be awesome for.”
“I can’t.”
“Like what?” Bentley asks.
“Deep-diving on the Daddy shit,” Bobby says. “It’s blowing up right now. Do you know the demographic on my website now includes forty-five percent women?”
“Women watch gay porn?” Bentley asks.
“Fuck yeah they do,” Bobby answers. “Word to the wise, kid, focus on what they want too.”
“Thank you.”
“Legend, man, you know where to find me if you change your mind.”
“Who’s gonna work with me and risk their reputation?”
“Unknowns,” Bobby answers easily. “Someone who wants their name trending. They’ll take that risk to fuck you on screen. All I have to do is send out a casting call that you’re making a comeback and step out of the way for the herd of boys willing to be debased by you.”
“Yeah, that’s the thing. I can’t do the Dom shit anymore. That was a pain point with me and Arian.”
“I didn’t think it was an act,” Bobby says.
“Not entirely. I’m definitely a dominant Daddy, but I’m not into the humiliation kink and pain. That was becoming my brand. I don’t think the fans want anything different.”
Bobby shrugs. “Fans don’t always know what they want. Think about it, Legend. Your name still holds weight. You find the right boy, you could blow this whole thing up. Everyone will forget about what’s-his-face quickly enough.”
I smile. “Thanks, Bobby. That helps.” I glance around. “You still work with him?”
“Only once since things blew up. He threw a tantrum, walked off set, locked himself in the bathroom for twenty minutes, and refused to come out. I won’t tolerate divas, as you know, so I put him on the do-not-shoot-with list.”
That news causes an unexpected well of joy in me. “I don’t wish bad things for him, but he needs to be held accountable for his behavior.”
“Agreed.” He pats my arm. “I don’t buy any of that BS he tried to push either. I know you. You’re not manipulative or a predator of young boys.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Why didn’t you fight back?”
I shrug. “He said, he said shit gets you nowhere. The fans revolted before hearing a peep from me. I took the high ground out of a desire to save my sanity. Besides, they were never my fans if they didn’t want to hear my side of it.”
“Good point, I guess. Still sucks. You’re one of the best. All my scenes with you still get crazy high daily hits. You still have your fans.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re a true legend.” He chuckles. “Look me up if you change your mind. I’ll always say yes. I’m not afraid of a little controversy.”
“Thanks.”
Bobby’s eyes shift to Bentley before he leans in so only I can hear him. “Or maybe you have a little undiscovered treasure already in your pocket.”
“I just met him twenty minutes ago.”
“And? He’s gorgeous. Maybe he’s a talented filmmaker too.”
“Maybe.”
“Good seeing you, Legend. Keep in touch.”
“I will.”
“Bentley.” Bobby shakes his hand. “Good luck. My advice? Never lose sight of why you started this.”
“Thank you so much.”
As Bobby walks off, and I’m left with Bentley, my mind is swirling with ideas. Could I get back in front of the camera again? Or would I truly be happier behind the scenes?
Bentley is chattering about cameras and lenses and ideas he has. I hear the words, but mostly, I’m captivated by his enthusiasm, his knowledge, and his ambition. He finally glances up at me, his cheeks turning pink once again.
“I’m rambling.”
“I enjoy it.”
After a couple of hours, we sit in two chairs, sipping water. I glance at my watch. I should get going, but I find myself not wanting to leave Bentley just yet.
“You never told me what you’d be willing to do to see me on screen again.”
Bentley laughs, but as his smile fades, he meets my eyes. “Anything you wanted me to do.”
Yep. Dangerous.
“Legend?”
“Yeah?”
His brow furrows, and I can tell he’s thinking pretty hard about what he wants to say.
“This is very out of character for me, but it’s also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How many people get to spend the day with their idol?”
“What do you want to ask me, Bentley?”
“Can I blow you?”
Three
Legend
My eyes nearly pop out of my face. “What?”
“Oh god. I’m so dumb. Why would you want that from me? I’m sorry. Forget I said it.”
“Calm down.”
“I always screw things up. It was perfect, and now you probably think I’m weird, and I just, fuck, I’m sorry, Legend. I’ll leave you alone now. I don’t know what—”
“Bentley, calm down.”
He stops mid-sentence, gazing at me with big eyes. “Fuck. You used your Daddy-voice. I’m dead. Literally non-living.”
Holding back a chuckle, I do my best to stay in charge. The boy clearly needs it. “I didn’t say I didn’t want that from you.”
He swallows hard.
“You want to blow me?”
He nods, a tiny whimper leaving his lips.
“Why?”
“Why? Because you’re you. Because I’ve fantasized about you for years. Because your dick is life. Because...who doesn’t?”
“You’re kind to me, Bentley. I would love to play with you, but...I wouldn’t feel right.”
His face falls. “Why not?”
“How old are you?”
Bentley puffs his chest slightly. “Twenty-six.”
I’m surprised. He looks much younger.
“Is this an age thing?”
I shake my head. “We just met.”
“So?” Bentley pouts. “Guys you’ve never met before blow you on camera.”
“That’s different. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Now his face hardens. “That is dumb shit that Arian planted in your head. How can you take advantage of someone offering you something?”
“It could be seen that way.”
“By whom? I’m certainly not suggesting we live-stream it or perform on this table right now. We can go anywhere you want. There must be a million hiding places in this hotel.” He grabs my hand. “Legend, please. I’ll be so happy.”
I study his face as war rages within me. Would I love to see his pretty glossed lips around my cock? Fuck yeah, I would, but as tempting as it is, it could lead to more trouble. The guy is obviously a fan. What would stop him from posting about it on social media, igniting the fire storm once again?
“I don’t think so, Bentley, but it’s nothing against you. I think you’re gorgeous and special. I’d rather walk away with you still having a good image of me.”
He deflates but nods. “I understand. Worth a shot.” He tries to smile, but I can see the sadness in his eyes. Now I feel like an ass for saying no.
“I better go. I appreciate hanging out with you today. I’ll be looking for your name. I have no doubt you’ll make your mark.”
“Thanks, Legend. It was...awesome meeting you.”
“Same.”
I stand, forcing my feet away. Bentley is sweet and gorgeous, and I’m horny. All reasons that saying yes should have been a slam dunk, so why am I leaving?
Once I’m in my truck, I rest my forehead on the steering
wheel. I could have at least gotten his number, but then what? I look back at the convention center. I know the truth, so why am I letting false accusations and opinions get in the way of having a little much-needed fun? Maybe there’s a part of me worried that Bentley will get attached to me. I have nothing to offer him. No career, no fame, and no relationship. It would be a dirty blowjob and that’s it.
My cock swells in my jeans at the thought. But fuck, a dirty blowjob is exactly what I need. Before I can overthink it, I’m out of my truck and hurrying back to the conference. My eyes scan the room for him. I start to lose hope, thinking he might have left. I do another tour through the space, and then I see him. He’s leaning against a column, slightly tucked away from the event, flipping through a brochure of some kind.
I walk over, pausing in front of him. “Bentley.”
He looks up, his eyes growing wide as he drops the brochure. “Legend.”
“Does your offer still stand?”
“Fuck. Yes.” He nods. “Definitely.”
Smiling, I grab his hand and lead him farther away from the conference. We’re in some kind of darkened hallway, but with no windows and no people walking through, it’s perfect. I step close to Bentley, pressing his lithe body against the column.
“Can I kiss you, Bentley?”
“Will you call me boy?”
Gazing down at him, I brush my fingers across his cheek. “Can I kiss you, boy?”
His breath hitches. “You can do anything you want to me, Daddy.” He gasps as the word leaves his lips, refilling a long empty well within me. “Can I please call you that? Just for now?”
“Yes. This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”
“No. It’s totally normal to meet your porn rock star and listen to him call you boy while you salivate over thoughts of his cock in your mouth.”
I chuckle. “You have a dirty little mouth, don’t you, boy?”
“I’m dirty for you. You could make me do anything you wanted. I’m completely yours.” He licks his lips. “Daddy.”
