SWEET ESCAPE

BY LORDSLUM

“Can you like, pick me up from work honey? I’ll be out in like 30.” Oh Sasha, you selfish,
entitled little girl. Why must I bring her back? Does she never bother to think that perhaps I’ve
had a harder day than she did? “Of course I will sweety, Per Se afterwards?” Why do I indulge
her. What a trite response, what a bore she is. Never a magnificent thought from her. Nothing
original. Nothing behind that beautiful mask. Only a husk fading with time.

The dread of watching her arrive. A fake smile for my fake fiancé. “Hard day at work?” Why do
I ask such fruitless questions? Great, now I have to hear her talk

“Today Kelly was hitting on the guy who delivers the mail, you know, Reggie. I don’t know how
he like still has a job in the company, like anyone could do his job. And why was she even
flirting with him?” Dear lord. “He’s not even good looking or anything, no money. I mean like
seriously? Doesn’t she know he’s gay, I mean seriously with the lisp and everything you know?
… Honey?”

My personal torturer. Is this what the false prophets warned us of? That his false god would
punish the wicked? What have I done to deserve this fate? In this world full of image and
idolatry. She just won’t stop. This nuisance of talking of her daily activities. It’s the same every
god fucking damned day. How can this fool not see that all she’s ever been? It’s a good thing
the drive is short. Why does he want to do this? It’s exhilarating no doubt; perhaps I shall know
better when time comes.

This place. The air is filled with greed. Filling their empty shells. Showing each other their
worth. These people are pathetic. Am I not as well? Playing this frivolous game. What am I
but a caricature of the very people I hate?

Greetings, handshake. Repetitions. Norms. Useless banter. Unnecessary customs. Harmful

practices.

“Hey, what are you two lovebirds doing here?” His voice is ever so soft.

“Just being in love.” Would someone as useless as you even express such words as love towards
me if not for my money? Yes, I’m glad you came, sweetheart.

“Why don’t you two join Sasha and I? It’s been some time since all four of us spent some time
together.” It’s a good thing Sasha and Nicole always got along. It’s great their combined
brainpower wouldn’t exceed most worker bees. Stupid, naive and unsuspecting little shits.
Only their beauty lets them live in this terrible world full of image and idolatry.
Those strong legs touching mine. It’s a sad world we live in. A terrible world full of image and
idolatry. Are we all not Loki in this agreement we call society? Enough! All I’ve ever needed
was to feel his body. His sweet legs rubbing mine.

“So what have you and Sasha been up to lately?” What a rhetorical question, no doubt to tease
me.

“Not much really, he’s been busy with work as usual. Staying out late.”

“Maybe he’s cheating on you.” He said. Maybe? You god damn well know I am you
magnificent bastard.

“How the hell could you say that?” Her snare became lidless, perhaps she does love me. Yes,
how could he know that I was a faithless lecher? This heartless society, full of image and
idolatry. Shells filling their emptiness.

“Calm down honey, he’s joking. Remember, there’s only one guy in this table who loves his
soul mate enough to propose to her. Sorry about that Nicole.” Your move cocksucker.

His strong legs rubbing mine. Putting my hand on his crotch was the first good thing I’ve done
all day. If the word livid could only describe this grandiose ecstasy. How thick it was. How hard
it was. How divine it was to feel---to love this phallus. I must resist. No we must both resist. For
the sake of this heartless society, full of image and idolatry.

“Wow. Fuck you. I was just cracking a joke. You think I don’t know how much you work to give
her a better life? We grew up together man. How could you just insult me like that? Saying I
don’t love Nicole?” Not a muscle on his body flinched. He denies my touch now. “I’m going to
the bathroom, excuse me.” Good thing he was wearing jeans. Anything other than denim
could not keep that monster constrained.

The mongrels signaled that I should go talk to him with their useless banter. Yes he’ll forgive
me, why wouldn’t he forgive his one true love? If there is anything to forgive, you magnificent
bastard.

No words were needed. We both knew what would happen. It always did, as it always should.
My face rippled as his phallus smashed upon my face. Fulfill this majestic desire. Let me taste
ambrosia. Glory. Divine. Destiny. What else could have riddled my mind? The insatiable
hunger I’ve had always felt for the cock would soon be satiated. Yes! My tongue shall do battle
with your throbbing cock, my pallet shall rear in to proclaim victory. Judgment would soon
arrive. The immemorial sins I’ve committed would no longer go unpunished. Yes! It was the
thread of destiny that had foretold this moment.
The ebb of his cock is rhythmic, as if the thunder god himself were casting his fury with a great
thrust. The gag upon my throat is naught more than a bother soon to be overcome. Why would
this depraved society seek to diminish me from my worship? Why can I not revel in the cock as
women do? Who said this was not pure? The false prophets and their false gods of no doubt;
the insecure and the hateful. Society wishes to deny me, nay us all! I love it when he makes me
choke. My mouth is naught but a tool for him, my love. Is this cock my Christ, for how could it
not be? My joys of life, nay the love of life itself is centered upon this magnificent creation. It is
a symbol of strength and deliverance, for are our weapons not shaped to model the phallus?
The marvelous mountains, carved by nature herself, give remembrance to the phallus. Our
shuttles, trains, and planes all seek to remind us of the glory of the cock. The grandiose
buildings we build, are they nothing more than displaying the power of the phallus? The seed of
life itself births itself through the phallus. Its divinity—self evident. Dear lord! I can hardly
breathe!

Our lips converge, so thoughtful for him to give me life. His cock cannot go unentertained! I
must flourish his erection with my hands. I grow weary, embrace me once more with eminence
as you do. As it always should. The phallus knows me all too well and grazes my tongue. It is
the key to the City on the Hill. We must hurry, our companions await us. For the sake of this
society, so heart and cruel. So full of image and idolatry.

The sweetest nectar could not compare. Another kiss to assure me of his love.

“So that’s why you wanted to come”

“Here or in your mouth?” Another kiss to assure me. Yes we must rejoin our companions and
keep our façade. If only this world valued love and not appearances, perhaps then…