Gayday! Gayday! - Gay 11 by Kim Dare

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    Gayday! Gayday!
    ISBN #978-0-85715-276-3
    ©Copyright Kim Dare 2010
    Cover Art by Natalie winters ©Copyright September 2010
    Edited by Christine Riley
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    This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
     
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    Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.
     
     
    Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.
     
     
    G-A-Y
     
    GAYDAY! GAYDAY!
     
     
    Kim Dare
     
     
     
    Dedication
     
     
    To brats and those brave enough to master them.
     
     
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    Chapter One
     
     “Gayday! Gayday!”
    Slade Pearson stared at his mobile for a few seconds before peering past it to the clock on his bedside table. Two am.
    “Rip, is that you?” Slade rolled his eyes at himself. Bloody stupid question. Of course it was Rip. Who the hell else would phone him that time in the morning? “What do you want?”
    “Gayday!” his friend repeated, in the same urgent little whisper as before.
    Slade dropped his head back on the pillow and pushed a hand through his hair as he waited for his friend to start making sense. If Rip was in his usual form, it could take a while.
    “Gayday—you know, like a mayday signal, except the distress flag I’m sending up is rainbow coloured,” Rip finally explained, his voice still hushed, as if he was afraid he might be overheard.
    “You mean you’re drunk and want me to play taxi?” Slade translated. “Forget it.”
    “I mean he’s a damn sight more psychotic than I expected, and I need you to come and rescue me.”
    “What?” Slade half sat up, his blankets pooling around his waist as he realised his friend didn’t just sound tipsy, he also sounded nervous as hell.
    “I’m kind of on a date,” Rip confessed. “And I really need someone to break it up.”
    “In the complete knowledge that I’m going to regret asking—how exactly do you expect me to do that?”
    “Pretend you’re my master?” Rip suggested.
    Slade groaned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Don’t you know anyone else who could—?”
    “All the gay men I know are subs like me. A submissive’s not going to cut it with this guy. I need a dom. A straight one will do. You don’t have to screw me, Slade, just come and get me?” A few seconds of silence buzzed through the phone. “Please?”
    Slade pushed his blankets away and kicked his legs over the side of the bed with a long suffering sigh. “Fine. I’m on my way.”
    He pinned the mobile between his ear and his shoulder as he pulled his jeans and boots on. By the time he grabbed up his shirt, Rip had whispered his location into the phone and hurriedly hung up as he heard his date coming back.
    Now that he knew exactly where Rip had