Page 54 of Hidden But Not Safe

Meg switched the phone off, dropping it onto her thigh, covering a portion of her high-cut shorts and a portion of bared leg. “It’s stupid.”

Julio grabbed her ponytail, jerking her head hard enough for her hands to scramble against the table for purchase. Naz’s phone clattered to the concrete, the case saving it from cracking.

His hands clenched at his sides as he took in Meg’s frozen face.

“Keeping shit from me?” Julio asked.

“N-no,” Meg stuttered before forcing a laugh. “It’s silly. I asked him to choose between ghosts and aliens. You know, which one would be real?” One of her hands moved to Julio’s chest, stroking. “Which one would you say, baby?”

“That really is stupid. I thought you were nineteen, not some immature kid. Maybe I’ll be arrested for fucking you after all.”

Her hand froze on his chest before stroking down to cup him in his jeans. “You think some underaged girl could fuck you like I do?” she asked, her lips curling into a smirk.

That was Naz’s cue to leave. He bent to retrieve his phone, freezing when Meg was dragged off the table and forced down to her knees next to him.

“Take it out. Show everyone how you like to gag on my dick.” Her ponytail was still curled around his hand. “With your mouth full, your talking won’t annoy me so much.”

Naz’s grip tightened on his phone as the blood surged in his head, making it impossible to think about anything but punching Julio in the goddamn face.

Meg’s arm nearly brushed against his as she reached for Julio’s zipper, and instinct had Naz scrambling away.

Julio laughed, his dark eyes following Naz’s progress out of the warehouse. It didn’t completely cover the spitting sound, and then Julio’s laugh switched to a groan that chased Naz into the yard.

He leaned against the wall outside the rolled-up door, trying to breathe. He should go to the woods so he wouldn’t hear. His legs wouldn’t move. The sounds within the warehouse dragged up the memories of his own gags around thrusting cocks. He’d learned fast that biting down in retaliation or fighting it in any way only led to beatings and ass fucking. He’d been so puny back then. The voices still haunting him had sounded a lot like Julio’s.

But Naz had never made those moaning noises that Meg made. His own inner demons faded to the background as he focused on her sounds. The gagging had faded. All he could hear were her moans and gasps and whimpers, in a tone too high-pitched to be any of the men he tried to forget.

Someone’s arm bumped his, and Naz jerked away, his eyes flying open.

Seb leaned near him. His lips wore that annoying twist before he parted them to take a drag of his blunt.

“She at it again?” Seb asked as he blew out. The skunky smell of the smoke turned Naz’s stomach.

Meg’s drawn-out moan reached them, making no answer necessary. Instead of causing Naz to panic and run, he rested against the wall again.

“I’ve been trying to tell you. That girl likes sex. And you don’t.” Seb inhaled again, leaning his head back as he exhaled the smoke upward this time.

There was a bright whimpering sound from within, lower in volume than Julio’s toxic voice but somehow drowning it out.

“Shit. The sounds she makes cause my dick to twitch, and she’s not even my type.” Seb’s head turned toward him. “But I bet you’re not hard at all.”

Seb’s tone wasn’t a taunt. He was just stating a fact. So Naz didn’t have to kick his ass.

It was the truth, anyway. Naz never got hard. That hadn’t always been the case, but the erections he’d gotten from being grabbed or stroked had been to humiliate him or to justify what the men were doing. When his body stopped responding, it had been a relief, a relief that hadn’t faded even after Diego had rescued him.

“This thing you two have, it’s fucking adorable,” Seb said, and his smile didn’t look taunting for once. Then it faded. “But that shit is never going to last.”

“No! Keep that fucking hand out of there!”

Julio’s sudden anger overpowered Meg’s voice and made Naz’s body stiffen.

“You’re such a dirty slut, aren’t you? Having my cock down your throat makes you hot.” His breathing was coming out in pants audible even from where Naz was, breaking up the words. “Fucking take all of it like I know you can.” Julio groaned. “Fuck, that’s good. But you don’t get to come.”

Meg’s moans and whimpers had stopped. All Naz could hear was another gag, and Julio.

“You don’t even get to swallow my cum,” Julio snarled, and Meg whimpered, but it was different from before, filled with surprise and pain.

Naz’s vision dulled at the edges, and Seb’s hand clamped onto his arm, jerking him back against the wall before he realized he was moving.

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