Page 57 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Daddy? Are you okay?”
He takes a step back and blinks a few times, taking his hat off and staring inside it. “Aussie? What—what’s going on? My face feels fuzzy.”
His eyes are a little bloodshot, but that could just be because I kept him up half the night, riding his cock like it was an unstoppable pogo stick. I drained his balls three times. It would have been four, but Daddy couldn’t come during the final round, so he had to hold me for two more hours, tellingme it was okay, and that it wasn’t because of me, his cock was just spent.
“Do you feel sick?”
He shakes his head and places his hat back on his head. “A little lightheaded, maybe.” He cranes his neck and glances around the bathroom before busting the most beautiful, carefree grin. “A lot lightheaded, actually.”
The toilet flushes behind us, startling me. I didn’t realize anyone else was in the room. The stall door opens, and Ezra walks out, heading toward the sink.
“I sedated him,” he says matter-of-factly. “I knew if any of the prisoners looked at you with a single ounce of lust in their eyes, your father would kill them, so I drugged his soda with THC oil. He should be stoned out of his mind in no time. Crisis averted. You’re welcome. And I heard what you said about me, telling Dallas I’ve given you sass.” He points a finger in Daddy’s direction, and I kind of want to snap it in half, because no one points their finger in Daddy’s face. “How fucking rude.”
I shake my head, because he’s not shifting the blame in this situation. “You drugged Daddy. He doesn’t have a medical marijuana license, and we are literally in a prison. If any of the guards notice, they’ll lock him up and throw away the key. It’s Texas, Ezra. It’s like living in a modern-day Stone Age. Theydon’t care if he’s unintentionally swallowed THC or if he’s snorting black tar heroin—”
“Can you snort black tar heroin? I always assumed it was a dark, thick goo. Hence the name.”
“Hence, go fuck yourself,” I retort, flinging my hands in the air. “I don’t know what the hell it looks like. Do I look like someone who would know what black tar heroin is?”
He shrugs. “Well, I just figured, because of your mom...”
I pause, chewing my cheek. “You’re right. I can understand why you would make that assumption. I apologize for flying off the handle.”
Someone groans in the last stall at the end of the bathroom. “Would you two shut the fuck up? I’m trying to take a shit in private!”
I almost fucking vomit, and Dallas must see the disgust on my face, because he whirls on his heel and marches to the stall, delivering a furious blow to the wooden door. Thankfully, he doesn’t destroy the stall door, because I’m sure that would draw the attention of a disgruntled guard, and then they’d see Daddy’s glassy eyes and take him away from me.
“Show a little fuckin’ class, asshole. No one wants to hear about your bowel movements.”
“Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?” the man asks before letting a rather loud toot out, and then there’s an undeniable sound of something plopping into water.
“I don’t give a good-God-damn who you are. You could be the fuckin’ pope and I’d still lay your ass out for making my boy queasy.”
There’s a rather loud sound that I’d rather not describe, and it shatters the last of my strength. “Oh, dear God,” I say, pulling my crop top up so I can cover my mouth and nose. “He’s defecating right in front of me, Daddy. Make it stop.”
“Clench those fuckin’ cheeks, asshole,” Daddy growls. “Don’t ever shit in front of my boy again.” He turns to me with an intense look in his bloodshot eyes. “You want me to fuck him up, Aussie? I will.”
I shake my head and point at the door. “Stinks, Daddy. Just wanna go. Wanna go to the lobby, away from the smell of his rotten guts.” I rush forward and hop into his arms. “It smells like human decomposition.”
Daddy removes his hat and hands it to me. “Here you go, baby. Put it over your face and breathe, just like you used to do after you thought I was asleep.”
I gape at him. “You knew I used to smell your hat?”
He nods proudly. “I heard you once. Thought you were a home intruder. I walked into the hall with my gun, ready to kill if someone was touching you. Then I saw you. Aussie, you were breathing Daddy’s scent like such a good boy.”
“I love the way you smell,” I whisper. “I just loved you so much. I’m sorry if it was weird.”
He shakes his head. “Never weird. Go on, baby. Put it up to your face and breathe.” As I do like he asked, he cradles me against him and wobbles us out the bathroom door and into the lobby. If he’s stoned, maybe I shouldn’t let him carry me around like this. He might fall and draw attention to himself. I try to squirm my way out of his arms, but his grip is relentless, holding me firm against him. Peeking up past the hat, I notice Bubba, Deirdre, Brian, and Jamie standing near a set of reinforced doors I’m assuming lead into the belly of the judicial beast. I put Daddy’s hat back on his head.
“It’s about time,” Deirdre says, typing something into her phone, pausing long enough to look up at Ezra. “Has it kicked in yet?”
Ezra nods. “Yeah. I don’t know how much difference it’s going to make though. He basically bashed a bathroom stall door because someone made the grave mistake of defecating in public.”
Deirdre scrunches her nose in disgust before looking over at Daddy. “Warranted. Who does that?”
“Wait,” I interrupt. “You knew Ezra drugged him?”
“He did what now?” Bubba asks. His eyes dip down the tiny twink, pausing at his crotch as he licks his lips. “That’s okay, baby. Daddy forgives you.”
