The Flesh Cartel #6: Brotherhood by Heidi Belleau

Author:Heidi Belleau [Belleau, Heidi & Haimowitz, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00C4CK8PE
Published: 2013-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

chapter four

W

hen Mat emerged from the shower, there was an outfit laid out neatly on the bed. Jeans. A thin white T-shirt. Athletic socks. High-top sneakers. And—sick fuck—a jock strap and a bright red and gold varsity jacket. Mat had earned one of those in school—two, technically, one for wrestling and one for track and field—but his was a deep purple, well-worn and smelling of his first boyfriend’s cigarettes. This one was for football. Pristine. A prop for some sick fucker’s pedo fantasy.

A fantasy you are going to play along with for Dougie’s sake, so put that shit on.

It almost felt weird, getting dressed, but not just because the clothes were creepy as fuck. Fact was, it’d been a damn long time since Mat had been allowed to wear anything at all but the pair of spandex shorts he worked out in. The clothes all fit him perfectly. With the jock, jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers on, he felt almost . . . human again. But then he put on the jacket and wanted to crawl out of his fucking skin. God, if they were dressing him like this at twenty-nine, what were they making Dougie wear? Dougie, who probably could still pass for a high school student, who’d get carded at bars until he was forty, who still had that lean-but-soft, narrow-shouldered build of a teenage runner.

Well, at least they weren’t girls. No pigtails and miniskirts and shirts too small for their boobs to contend with. He’d seen straight porn, he knew what guys like that were into. Sick.

The door to his room opened. Roger. The guy who’d driven him here. His not-ally.

“He’s ready for you,” Roger said, with all the emotion of the receptionist who called people from a doctor’s waiting room.

Mat ran his hands down his chest, smoothing the leather of the jacket. “How do I look?” he asked, not even sure why he had. He was a bundle of fucking nerves, that was why. Terrified. Desperate to see Dougie—it’d been so long he’d lost all track of just how long—but simultaneously not wanting to see him at all, knowing what seeing him would mean. He wanted to stall.

“Like a former twink in denial.” Roger’s reply was cool, but not angry or impatient. Almost good-humored. Mat had no idea whose side Roger was on, only that he felt some kind of kinship with him that he just couldn’t shake. He wanted to like him. Wanted to trust him.

“Did you—did you see my brother? Is he okay?”

Roger shook his head, and for one horrified moment, Mat thought he meant, No, he’s not okay. But then he said, “The master’s escorting him personally. And if I were you, I’d be worrying about your own ass. Sir’s sweet on your brother, he won’t let him get hurt too bad if you behave.”

Did he tell you to say that? God, Mat didn’t know. He didn’t know anything at all anymore. It was all one long mindfuck and he was falling so far behind that no amount of running could ever catch him up.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.