Chapter 13 #2
It’s fucking pathetic. It’s everything he expects and hates of submissives.
And of course his mind flashes to Colton, to how he’d feel if Colton treated him like that, and he knows he’d love it.
Probably rip his Dominant’s pants open and then present his own ass for fucking given half a chance.
Which really makes him want to punch a wall.
Because he wouldn’t do it with the eager instinctiveness of Jonah.
“It doesn’t fucking matter! We were talking and then he panicked. We’re both submissives. He wet himself on mission and had to call in his leader.”
“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 is my assignment. 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 over Graham’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.
“You can carry mine, too,” Mack says, gesturing to the corner where their bags are. “He’s heavier than he looks. And I don’t want to get piss on the strap.”
Graham grabs the bags and goes first. He doesn’t want to see Mack taking care of the pathetic submissive who pissed himself because another submissive got mad at him.
It’s offensive.
Weak.
Is that what Colton likes? What he’d choose if he could? But he can’t. He’s stuck with Graham. He’s being transferred and everything. Graham puts a hand out on the wall and stops for a moment to get his breath.
“Can I touch your shoulder?” Mack asks, voice laced with concern.
“No. I’m fine.”
“We’ll wait a minute. We still have twenty minutes before we need to be back.”
“You’re too good for him. He’s fucked everyone. He—”
“Your Dom will be with us soon. What’s he like?” Mack asks, trying to distract him.
“You’ll have Jonah in common.”
Mack grunts. “Well, get moving and let’s get you checked out. You’re about to crash and I can’t carry the both of you.”
Graham laughs and forces himself to keep moving. “And we both know who you’d choose, don’t we?”
Would Colton choose Jonah, too? Will Graham have to watch Colton and Jonah together?
What are the odds he’ll come around a corner and see Jonah on his knees getting what should be his from the only Dominant Graham has ever wanted?
There isn’t any reason he can expect monogamy from Colton.
As if Graham could ever satisfy a Dominant for the long haul.
This isn’t going to work.
“Motherfucker,” Graham hears Mack say just before he faints.