“Are you gonna try to get him kicked out?” Mack demands. He wraps his hand around the back of Jonah’s neck, squeezing hard. Jonah spasms, as if he’s coming just from a grip and being pressed against Mack’s cock.
“Worried you might lose out on the newest living fleshlight? He’ll be sloppy by the time Fein could get him out of here anyway.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” Mack says, rolling his eyes.
Graham hauls in a breath and tries to relax. He likes Mack. The man is calm and steadying. If for some reason he had to submit to one of these assholes, he’d probably choose Mack. Which is what all the other subs seem to want to do, too.
“I’ll report on what happened but it isn’t up to me,” Graham says.
“Why don’t you go back to the car? I’ll finish this section and get him back.”
Graham flinches. He digs his nails into the palm of his hand. “This ismyassignment. I’ll complete it. You deal with him.”
He meets Mack’s brown eyes and then looks away. He can see the pity there. How pathetic he thinks Graham is. Jonah whimpers and Graham takes a step back, sickened just to look at him.
Mack grunts, reaches down, and unzips his pants. He uses Jonah’s hair as a handle, moves the boy six inches away from his crotch and gets his huge, hard cock out, and Jonah’s mouth drops open wide.
“There’s my little slut. Take this, honey. What are they thinking putting you out here? Making you work when you’re meant to be a kept little whore. Isn’t that right?” He shoves deep into Jonah’s throat. “There you go. Gurgle for me, honey. Show me those skills.”
Mack is calm, almost distant as he lets the boy suck his cock and work him with an almost vicious enthusiasm. Mack turns to him, winces, and fists a hand in Jonah’s hair. “Gentle,” he demands, and then he pulls out his phone and checks in, trying to adjust the teams so he can take Jonah back to the transport.
Jonah is noisy, sloppy, and pathetically eager. He’s already a tragedy as far as Graham is concerned. Barely here a week or two and Mack is already familiar with him falling apart on mission, pissing himself at the slightest conflict. “He’s not suitable for this,” Graham says. He doesn’t even like looking at the boy.
What was his life like before this? Does he have a family or did they abandon him when they realized what he’d been turned into like so many do? What is the fucking point of all this?
“Fine. We’ll go to the extraction point together. I might need your help getting Jonah secured. I can rely on you, can’t I?” Mack demands.
Graham hates being managed, hates that some part of him is responding to the calmness of the Dominant before him. “Yes, I can do that,” he says and then paces away from them.
The obscene slurping and whimpering, the sight of Jonah’s pants, dark with urine. This slutty boy was with Colton. Graham gags and stumbles several steps away and then he’s puking. He hears Mack murmuring something to Jonah. Praise. More gurgling. Choking. Mack’s amused laughter that shivers overGraham’s skin. Jonah mewls, makes some horribly pathetic sound.
Graham’s heart is pounding. He tries not to look.
He loses time. It’s the only thing that makes sense as Mack calls his name. Jonah is unconscious and slung over Mack’s shoulder.
“He’s out? He’s not suited for this job.”
Mack gives him a look. He’s known Mack for a long time. They get along well. Mack is one of the few Dominants Graham trusts and considers a friend. There have been times when Mack could have taken advantage of Graham or made his life difficult and he hasn’t.
“He’s still settling in. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to get him rotated out.”
“Oh, would you? Your shirt is soaked in piss.”
“Then I guess I’m the one who is in the best position to make a determination of whether or not he should be here.”
“He’s a whore. You can do better than that. And he’s half your age.”
“Ouch. No need for that. I’m barely forty.”
Graham snorts. “I thought you were going to say he isn’t a whore.”
Mack shrugs. He scratches his free hand through his close-cropped dark-brown beard. “He’s the first to admit it. He’s catnip. He knows it and likes it. We were all young and come-dumb once upon a time. He should enjoy himself while he can,” he says, but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes.
“He’s not a threat, Graham. He isn’t…” Mack drops his gaze, as if he’s hiding his feelings. “You’re getting your happy ending. A Dominant of your own who is obsessed with you and willing to change his whole life so he can be with you. What does this boy have?”
He doesn’t say it but they’re both thinking it. Jonah is the sort of boy that will burn brightly and then disappear for good. It happens all the time. Which makes Graham feel like an asshole.
“Can I carry his pack?” Graham asks. It’s as close to an olive branch as he can manage.
