Page 58 of Slay the Gay Away, Daddy

I whimper. Fucking whimper.

“Cut that out. I’m trying to scold you, and you’re just standing there looking adorable.”

Fuck the dead bodies in the bed of the truck. Fuck Mal as she consoles my mom. Fuck my mom, for that matter. Don’t need any of them, just Daddy. I lunge forward and claim him with a deep kiss. It’s not as gentle as the ones before, and once our lips lock, it’s like his body works on raw instinct. He presses me even closer against the truck, grinding his bulge against me.

“I want you to fuck me again,” I whisper. “I want you inside of me. Please?”

His pupils dilate until all I see are two large black balls with just the slightest hint of brown around them. “Keep talking like that and we ain’t gonna make it home.”

I lick his bottom lip. “Is that a promise?”

“It’s a guarantee.”

“Miles, Miles, Miles. What on Earth am I going to do with you?” Meadows doesn’t look happy, but his happy face looks like his angry face, so it’s always anyone’s guess what he’s really feeling.

When we first arrived, Scotty and Tatum rushed in to grab Meadows. Thankfully, another assassin was on hand to help cart Dad’s body inside. Ms. Broussard was with them, eyeing us up and down in her ugly white lab coat. I don’t know why she insists on wearing one. Considering she only sees one or two people per day at work, and both interactions essentially consist of pleasantries and wishes for a good morning, it’s a ridiculous ensemble when coupled with her perfectly styled Marcel wave hairdo. She looks like she’s auditioning for 1920’sGrey’s Anatomy, and it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. As expected, she didn’t speak to me, because she never does. She simply whirled around and marched inside, hiding away in her robotics room at the deepest portion of the agency’s underground compound.

A few minutes later, Dad and the pastor’s bodies were downstairs, being prepared for cremation, and we were ushered into Meadows’ office. I assumed he would fire me right out of the gate, but that didn’t happen. He just launched into a dumbass lecture no one asked for.

“I leave you alone for a day, and this happens?” he continues, aiming his disappointed glare at Miles.

“He was trying to hurt my boy,” Miles says, placing an arm in front of my chest like he’s trying to shield me from Meadows. It’s a ridiculous thing to do, considering we’re sittingsideby side on the other side of Meadows’ desk. “No one hurts Darren.”

Meadows smirks. “I knew I liked you. Maybe once this is all over, you’ll join Darren and the rest of us at the agency.”

“Maybe I’d rather eat a Bible page by page.”

“Maybe I’ll burn your church to the ground if you don’t.”

I roll my eyes. “Maybe the ‘maybe I’ portion of banter needs to end, and maybe it needs to end now. For God’s sake. Can we just toss him into the oven and get this over with?” I pause, because . . . “Wait. I’m not fired?”

Meadows blinks at me. “Why would you be fired?”

“Gee,” I say, tapping the side of my head. “I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact you recorded Miles and me in bed together for God knows how long, and then outed him in a viral video.”

He shrugs. “I was pissed. He just left you there in the pew. You were crying.” His eyes narrow. “You’re too pretty to cry, Matthews.”

I roll my eyes. “For fuck’s sake. If I needed some busted-up white knight to come in and save me, I would have asked. Outing people isn’t cool, Meadows. It’s fucking horrible, actually.”

“It’s his truth,” he says casually, like he’s just shooting the shit with an old pal. “There’s nothing wrong with living your truth.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “How many of your friends and family know you let a bound man suck your cock multiple times daily?”

“I wouldn’t care if they knew.” To prove it, I guess, he lifts his hand and snaps his fingers three times. A bookshelf swivels open, revealing a small secret room where Pet is lounging on a bean bag, casually stroking his cock to what appears to be hidden camera footage of Meadows masturbating in the shower. “Pet? Baby, come over here to Daddy.”

Pet launches up, and it’s the few times I’ve seen him without his gimp mask. Well, ever since he became property of Meadows. I knew him before, back when he and Tatum were still kind of dating. Benito Blankenship is a cute guy, but before his imprisonment, he was a fucking asshole. He was cruel to his boyfriends, from what Tatum tells me. He’s always been a jerk to me though. I’m pretty sure it’s because I refused his advances at Manhole once.

“Daddy?” he says softly, kneeling in front of Meadows.

Meadows unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. Fuck. The thing is massive. Pet lunges down and takes it between his lips. As Meadows moans in pleasure, he pulls out his phone. “All the way to the base, baby.” Pet obliges, taking Meadows’ cock into his throat. Once his penis is sheathed away, Meadows snaps a picture and pats Pet’s head. “Good boy. Go play with your pretty cock in the room again, darling. Daddy will come get you in a minute.” Whining, Pet stands and returns, his hard cock oozing pre-cum all over the floor.

Meadows tinkers with his phone for a while, taking for-fucking-ever to do whatever the hell he’s doing. Finally, he nods and hands the phone to me. He’s uploaded the photo to Facebook with the caption, “I’m not gay, but I’m proud to do my part for Queers and Country. #ProudAlly #LetYourBroSuckYourSchlong #TasteTheRainbow #LetGoAndLetGod”

I want to vomit.

Meadows chuckles. “I guess the good thing is, now that the truth is out, I don’t have to keep pretending I’m planning to kill one of the people in your church.”

Miles’ eyes bulge. “What?”

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