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L iam pulls up to a cabin and turns off the car. The ignition turning off pulls him out of the pain-filled haze he’d been drifting in.

“Okay, pretty baby. Stop touching those tits. Leave your shirt unbuttoned. It’s coming off as soon as we’re inside.”

“But I should cover up.” It’s a token protest. He’s so pink and sensitive that the very idea of fabric against his skin sounds unpleasant. He shifts in his seat. “Oh, no,” he says, worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s… it’s damp.” His Dominant will be angry. He might lose Liam. No one wants a messy slut.

“Sweetheart, that’s good news. We want you wet. A submissive like you should be soaked. I didn’t know if it was the surgeries that kept you dry so far, but this is a good sign. Let’s get you inside and I’ll have a feel.”

Daniel shouldn’t be this wet. Utterly soaked. It’s awful. It makes him a needy submissive whore. No good to the military except as a fuckhole. He might as well be a cocksleeve. A urinal. Cannon fodder.

He’s heard it so many times. Daniel trembles. He can’t get up. Liam will know. He’ll smell it. He stinks. His arousal is gross. God, he hasn’t gotten really wet in so long. He’d thought he couldn’t anymore—that he’d finally learned not to, or the surgeries had worked. It was one of the few things he’d managed to fix.

Daniel curls inwards and his tits throb. That’s why. He played with himself and now look what’s happened. They should bind him up, get them strapped down so he can’t touch his chest.

He’s so lost in dark memories and thoughts that he’s surprised when his car door opens. Liam reaches inside for him. “Come on, sweetheart. I need you to come back to me. You’re mine now. I’m your Daddy. You make me happy. I want you wet,” Liam says firmly.

Daniel shakes his head. Liam is lying, he just doesn’t realize how bad it is. “I… I’m wet and it’s gross. You won’t want me. You’ll see?—”

“No, it’s good and I want it. Out. Now!”

Daniel obeys instantly, the order forcing him into motion, but he freezes when he feels how wet his pants are.

“Daddy,” he whimpers, confused. He can hear the voices telling him he’s gross and wrong. He knows in his mind and his heart that it’s true. But the Dominant, soon to be his Dominant, says differently.

Liam growls and takes his arm, getting him out of the car. Slick leaks out of him in what feels like a stream of liquid, soaking the back of his pants. It’s horrible. So awful. He sobs, almost crumpling to the ground, but Liam is holding him up, dragging him towards the cabin steps.

“Be here with me, baby,” Liam growls, pressing up behind Daniel, the hard nudge of his cock to Daniel’s ass prompting even more slick to slide out of him.

Liam drags in a hard breath, lips on Daniel’s neck. His voice is rough and compelling. “You smell perfect. Wet. For me. Come on now. Let’s just get you mounted.”

He uses the weight of his body to force Daniel forward, up the steps and to the door, then presses him into the frame, a hand on his neck so he stays pinned while Liam gets the door unlocked one-handed. Daniel mewls, too weak to fight.

“This is your home, Daniel. You are to make yourself comfortable. Eat and drink what you want, go where you want, make yourself at home. This is yours. And you are mine.”

Daniel has no idea what to do with that.

“I think you’ll get the tour later. Let’s get your anxiety under control and get you feeling more like you should. Strip, Daniel.” He’s already helping, pulling Daniel’s shirt off, gaze fixated on his chest. “You did a good job, baby. You’re really swollen and aching for my touch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m wet, it’s not good.”

“Stop. No more. It is good. This is how you’re meant to be. Everything else was a lie. Obey.” Daniel undoes his pants and slips off his shoes, but then he just stands there.

“Let me,” Liam orders, and Daniel drops his hands to his side. He can feel Liam in front of him like a storm, smell the Dominant’s arousal curling around him, heavier and denser than air.

Liam’s pupils blow wide as he observes Daniel. “Yeah, this is what I want. What you need. You don’t think about anything else but me. Daddy will help you,” he rasps and shoves his hand down the back of Daniel’s pants, between his soaked cheeks. His fingers slide through the wet, slip inside his tight hole, then Liam brings his fingers out, sucks them into his mouth, and goes back for more.

Daniel cries out. It’s shocking. Confusing. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. What is Daniel supposed to do? What does it mean that this man is acting like the worst things about him are good? He stands there frozen.

Prey.

The word echoes dimly in the back of his mind. Is this what he’s supposed to do? Get corralled and trapped by a Dominant he wants and then just let it happen?

Be whatever his Dominant needs? Does he get to allow the treatment and have it?

Maybe that’s the best word in the English language. Have. Daniel gets to have whatever his Dominant wants to give him. He whimpers at the idea.

“You taste sweet. Here, babydoll,” Liam orders and presses his slick-soaked fingers to Daniel’s mouth.

Daniel opens, tastes himself, becomes overwhelmed and sobs as he reaches for Liam.

“I’m gonna lick you open a lot, sweetheart. Don’t tell me it’s gross. That’s not your decision,” he says and finishes stripping him. “I’m gonna breed you right up. You’ll be ass-up on the bed. A proper mounting for your first time. Hands and knees like a perfect little submissive.” Liam goes to the closet, coming back with a quilted blanket. He spreads it out on the bed. The material is padded and thick.

“This protects the bed. Don’t worry about making a mess. You can watch me strip and see what you do to me. Your scent and all that slick, plus your sweet tits. A perfect submissive ready to be bred. Onto the bed. Now,” he orders, and Daniel finds himself moving.

He gets onto the bed, eyes down, breathing heavy. He’s shaking and throbbing, desperate.There is no urge to fight or protest. He wouldn’t know how. He needs to please his Dominant. That’s all he can think about, that’s all he’s really meant for.

Please, please, let me be able to do that , Daniel thinks.

He prays for it, is so desperate to be pleasing and satisfying when he’s only ever been a disappointment. Daniel sobs. He won’t get it right. He’s not going to be good. His Dominant will be disappointed. He should start apologizing right now. Maybe he should leave?

Before he can move a muscle, Liam speaks.

“Look how hard you made me,” he growls.

Daniel looks, slowly, head low in submission as he carefully turns to see behind him, only turning until he can just see the Dominant out of the corner of his eye. As if he’s scared of being caught or made fun of.

His Dominant is gorgeous, naked and beautiful. His scent reaches Daniel, musky and dizzying. There’s pre-come at the head of his cock, and he’s rubbing it into the shaft, all those hormones and pheromones spilling out of the man, and Daniel spreads his legs farther apart, dropping lower, chest onto the bed, eyes closing even though he wants to look and admire.

“Please? I’ll try to be good. I want to,” he whispers.

“You’re already good. You’re wet and aroused and you want my cock, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, please.” He opens his eyes again, watching as his Dominant rubs at the base of his shaft where there’s already a slight bulge. His knot.

His Dominant’s cock is too big. How can he fit that inside him?

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

He nods, a hint of movement, and feels himself blushing as shame courses through him.

“How can I do that if you don’t get all wet?” Liam asks with a small smile.

Daniel doesn’t know.

“I love you wet. It shows me that you want me. When you get wet, it makes me hard.” He comes close, cock near Daniel’s face. Daniel’s mouth waters. He gasps at the sight of Liam’s cock up close, seeing just how very big it is.

“It’s so big.”

“I know, honey. It’s going to be tricky at first, but you’ll get there.” Liam runs a hand through Daniel’s hair. “I’ll be patient with you. I know you can do it.”

“What if I can’t?”

“Sweetheart, you’re submissive. You’re prey. You’re built to take it. This is who you are. And it’s good that it’s a challenge. You’ll have to struggle for your Daddy.”

“Struggle to… take it?” The words are hard to say, the idea clear in his mind but complicated.

“That’s right, sweetheart. But you will. You’ll get to show me just how much you want to submit. You’ll be so proud of yourself. An accomplishment. And I’ll be proud of you, pleased you’re mine. Dominants keep submissives who make them happy, don’t they? Isn’t that true, Daniel?”

“Yes,” he says carefully. He thinks it over and can't find the lie anywhere. Of course a Dominant keeps a submissive he’s happy with! And a submissive taking a cock, being useful, giving their body to make a Dominant feel good, that’s…. Dominants love that.

“And I’ll show you how much I want you, because I’ll work to get inside you, get it all in because I just want to fill you up and get my come deep inside your virgin hole. That’s going to be Daddy’s, isn’t it?Do you know what that’s called, when a Dominant goes crazy for a submissive? Can’t think until they come inside them?”

“R-rut.”

“That’s right, honey. Is that what you’re doing to me?”

He buries his head into his arms, disbelieving. A Dominant wanting him so much he goes into rut. That can’t be real. Not for Daniel. No one could want him that bad. With his big body, his surgeries, what they’ve done to him in an attempt to fix him.

“No hiding. Go ahead and have a taste. A few kisses, a little lick, even a suck. Take care of your Daddy, Daniel.”

Daniel raises his head, his eyes flicking up, wanting to see approval. Maybe even lust.

It’s there.

Liam is hungry for Daniel. Pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed. He presses his cock to Daniel’s mouth and Daniel opens, licks, flavor exploding across his tongue. He moans and sucks hard, tries to take his Dominant deep and instantly chokes.

He whimpers.

His Dominant pulls out and Daniel swallows, running his tongue around his mouth, trying to get more flavor. God, it makes him weak.

“Fuck, greedy little thing,” Liam growls, sounding pleased.

Daniel blushes.

Liam strokes his cock and massages his knot. “One greedy hole at a time, sweetheart.”

His legs shake at the promise. It’s difficult to stay on his hands and knees. His elbow bends. He tilts to the side and Liam grabs his hips, keeping him up.

Daniel pants. “Sorry.”

“Oh, honey. Can you stay in position or not? I’ve got a breeding bench, if you need it.”

He gathers his strength and gets back into position. His hole clenches and relaxes and he spreads his legs wider. He hears the drip of his slick hit the quilt, his stupid hearing too good. He looks and sees another drip. “That’s good, Daniel. That’s a good submissive, right there. Cockhungry. Good submissives drip, don’t they?”

Daniel knows that’s true, too. But if that’s true then why was it bad if he dripped? Why did he get in trouble?

Liam runs his hand down Daniel’s back as he goes to the foot of the bed, climbs up on it, and gets into position behind Daniel, fingers sliding down to touch Daniel’s hole, and Daniel’s legs give out. “Oh! I can’t!”

Liam laughs and lies over him, pressing him down into the bed, his heavy cock slotting between Daniel’s cheeks.

“You can’t? You can’t? What a perfect thing to say. I’m proud of you, baby.”

Weakness overcomes him. He can’t move. Can barely breathe, he wants it so much.

“I love it. I fucking love it, Daniel. So goddamned submissive you don’t have the strength to stay on your hands and knees. Goddamn, I didn’t even dream you’d get so soft and weak. That’s fucking perfect, baby. You really fucking are. Daddy will get you on the bench and then you can just take it—be limp and weak and let it happen. Poor thing. You’ll love it that way. Hang on a second, sweetheart.”

Liam gets off the bed, hands wide and running down Daniel’s back and his thighs before he leaves him there.

Daniel lies there and breathes. He tries to rut gently into the bed, but it’s not right. His cock is too sensitive or not sensitive enough. It almost hurts, and any movement is difficult, as if he’s in quicksand or drugged.

He whimpers.

A blanket gets put down on the ground near the bed, and Daniel admires the flex of his Dominant’s muscles, the heavy weight of his cock. It’s against his stomach but when he bends down, it dips, like it’s too heavy.

Daniel’s eyes close. He hears a door, then something big is set down.

“Okay. I’ll help you. Come on, baby.”

Liam places his hands on Daniel’s shoulders, encouraging him to get up. It’s difficult. It’s like he’s in the deepest sleep and someone wants him to climb Everest. He’s so weak.

“Don’t… can’t stand,” he mumbles, eyes closing as Liam gets him sitting up.

“I’ve got you. I can take your weight,” Liam says, kissing Daniel’s cheek. He puts Daniel’s arm around his shoulder and hauls him up, the other around his waist. He gets Daniel to the bench and Daniel clings to it with his free arm, collapsing flat. Liam helps get his legs where he wants them.

He’s never been on a bench before. Nothing is more perfect for a submissive than a breeding bench. And he must be one because instantly, he loves it. It’s home. He could sleep there. He sobs, pressing his cheek into the navy leather.

“Sweetheart, this suits you. Looks like it was made for you to show off how pretty you are. I’ll tie you down. How does that sound to you? No escape. You’re captured. Owned. A pretty little thing I’ve caught. You want to be trapped, honey?”

“Please,” he says, just a hint of sound. His legs press against the padding and he gets a strap across his calf and then at mid-thigh. His ass is offered. That’s the only way to describe it. His other leg gets strapped down and then his arms. Daniel tries to resist, a confused impulse urging him to flee. He tries to lift his hands, maybe his head, but he can’t. A bolt of need sparks through him. He’s just so very, very helpless.

“Daddy,” he begs, hole aching with how much he needs something inside. His head is on the cradle and Liam checks him, turning Daniel’s head gently to the side.

“I’ll bite you pretty good, sweetheart. I think there will be a bit of blood. And Daddy wants to see you when you take his big cock, doesn’t he?”

The bench adjusts up, then Liam kisses his cheek, his mouth, pressing his tongue inside, and Daniel moans and sucks, greedy and sloppy about it.

“Good boy,” Liam growls and his hand slides down Daniel’s back, spanking him on one cheek, and Daniel cries out in shock.

“You’re ready, baby. You need it. Be good for Daddy now,” he says, and he moves back. Two hands settle hotly on Daniel’s ass, his cheeks are split far apart, and then Liam’s thumb grazes Daniel’s wet, swollen hole.

“Please, please,” Daniel begs, and it’s dragged from him, just a horrible, honest plea to be given what he has so fervently wanted and been shamed about, and denied, for so long. Who is he if he can’t have this? Is he anything? Is he desirable, or useful, or in any way appealing to himself or others, if he can’t offer this and find satisfaction this way?

It’s not just for Liam, but for him. Daniel needs this, he realizes. How he views himself and how he would interact with the world if he could. To know what he could expect and have if he was allowed to live the life he’s now been dealt.

He’s on a breeding bench. There’s a Dominant who’s going to mount and breed him and get Daniel into subspace. He’s going to turn Daniel into something good. He is a submissive despite what he’s been told and punished for. Isn’t he? And how can it be so bad if he can make Liam feel good?

“Is it real?” he rasps.

“Shh, here we go. You’re alright. Poor sweetheart, my little submissive. It’s real and this is who you are. This is what you need. Be my good boy now. It’s big, sweetheart. There’s no escape, is there?”

Two fingers push into him, slow and steady. Daniel whimpers at the sensation, wishing he could push back onto those fingers. But he can’t.He’s tied down and has surrendered; his Dominant will give him what he needs and when, will take care of him.

He’s so weak that it’s suddenly hard to breathe.

“You’ve got a dainty, tight little hole, sweetheart. Look at you straining at two fingers.”

Daniel clenches on the fingers inside him and whines at how hard they are. They’re not enough. “Cock,” he thinks. Did he say it? He isn’t sure. And if he did, was it understandable?

“Oh, that’s so sweet. Look at you. You’re going to make it so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Want to,” he mumbles, and Liam puts three fingers to his hole, taking a moment to get them where he wants them, slipping each one inside, just past the rim. Then he turns his fingers. It makes Daniel shiver, the sensation all on the inside of his rim.

“Okay, my little submissive. You’re gonna help me now. You’re gonna think about how much you want me all the way inside, and I’m not gonna stop until you feel my knuckles against your rim, understand? All three fingers, you’re gonna be so good and sweet. Do you want to take this for Daddy?”

He wants to say yes or please, but all he can do is whimper, unable to say words. Of course he does!

“You are so fucking wet for Daddy that you couldn’t keep me out, even if you tried, baby. Here we go, come on now…. There you go,” Liam whispers, pressing through his swollen, tight heat.

Daniel can’t move at all, though he thinks maybe he wants to, wants to at least try to escape, have it be slower, easier. He whines, but there is no keeping his Dominant out.

“Good boy. You did it,” he says, and Daniel sobs in relief at being full. His hole burns, his passage throbs as he clenches and spasms all around Liam’s fingers, panting as he gets used to the fullness, relaxes into the discomfort. Almost instantly, it isn’t enough.

He whimpers.

“I know. You want more. That’s how we’ll get you on my cock, too, sweetheart. Just go deep in one, and you take it all, then you get to relax and unclench around me. You’ll have earned that, won’t you?”

“Please?” he whispers, tears slipping down his cheeks. Why isn’t he getting what he really needs? Why is he having to wait?

“Sweetheart, you have a little hole and such a tight passage. You’re just the daintiest submissive, haven’t touched yourself at all. It’s a gift, Daniel. But we have to make sure you don’t get hurt. We have to stretch you the first few times. It’s not bad, sweetheart.”

The fingers come out and Daniel feels open, wet, and worst of all, empty. Alone. “Please,” he begs.

The fingers go back inside him. “Okay. Alright, sweet little thing,” Liam says roughly. “Can’t stand to be empty now that you’ve had a taste, can you? Poor thing. We might need to keep you plugged.”

Plugged? So he’d always have something inside him and he’d never be alone? “Please?” he begs again quietly, ashamed of how much he wants it. A plug isn’t something he ever thought he could have. He’s never even let himself contemplate such a thing. But now that Liam has suggested it, the idea settles inside him with perfect certainty.

He needs to be plugged. Daniel relaxes even more, utterly pliant and boneless.

“I’m going to breed you now. You’re going to take Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

Answering is beyond him.

Liam’s fingers slip out, and Daniel whines at the loss. But then Liam is close, breathing heavy, his cock sliding between Daniel’s cheeks, lining up with his hole and instantly pressing forward.

The cock is hot and slips inside, his sphincter relaxed enough that Liam sinks in some distance. It’s numb and diffuse. Daniel whimpers, unable to quite identify what’s happening or whether it’s good or not. Then there’s more, wide and stinging. He groans at the intrusion, the hard press of Liam’s weight as he steadily forces his cock inside, leaning into him.

Daniel cries out, sobbing hard, and thinks about struggling, but even the thought is beyond him, he’s so damned weak and overcome with the need to be filled.

Weakness. Because he wants to struggle. Wants to make it stop. But his body needs it.

He whimpers again as the sensation intensifies. There are hints of goodness besides pain and a burning sting, but it’s not enough. It’s too difficult. Liam won’t fit. The word “stop” tries to rise inside him, fill his chest and throat, lodge into his mouth, but it’s gone with a soft sigh. Liam grunts and presses deeper, and then his Dominant speaks to him and everything is perfect.

“There, there. Good boy. Go on, you’re safe, that’s right. You’ve just gotta let me in, don’t you? That’s all you can do, babydoll. You are so tight. Goddamn. I’m knotting, sweetheart… you worked it out of me, didn’t you? It’s fast, honey. Much too fast for a tiny hole like this. Obey me now. Understand?”

Daniel whines, holding on to his Dominant’s words.

“Good boy. Relax… relax, you just submit now. Relax into it. This is your purpose. This is what you’ve needed. You’re taking me so well, baby. You are,” Liam says, the words gritted between clenched teeth.

Daniel whimpers, clenching inside, and fingers dig deeper into his hips.

“None of that now. Surrender. It’s a lot. It’s so difficult, isn’t it? Poor little sweetheart. Fuck, what a tight hole you have,” Liam groans, and there’s a harsh breath as his Dominant shudders in pleasure. “Exhale. Let me in, babydoll.” There’s a steady press, too fast, and it’s beyond sensation as Liam’s knot fills Daniel’s ass.

Daniel’s quiet, unseeing, all of him boneless as the cock expands.

Something in him gives way and he exhales in a long rush.

Liam laughs and pets him, panting but pleased. There’s a sound like water running.

“Yes. Look at you. Oh my god, sweetheart. That’s beautiful,” Liam says. “Didn’t even need a full knot and you gave it up. Very good.”

Daniel realizes he’s wetting.

Liam growls low and so deep it vibrates through Daniel, then shoves into him a fraction of an inch more. His hole burns and stings. Then the knot is steadily growing inside him, this massive balloon inside his body making his sphincter strain, and he yelps at how big it is, the bone-deep knowledge that it’s just starting. It isn’t over.He wants Liam’s cock out. He can’t do this, can’t take it.

“Daddy?” It’s a whimper.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re doing it, baby.” Liam rubs his inner thighs, thumbs digging around his glands and Daniel comes, his passage clenching and releasing. The clench is unbearable, the release is bliss. When it’s over, it’s easier having the massive cock in him.

But that feeling of relief disappears quickly. The knot is still swelling.

“Good, Daniel. That feels amazing, baby.” Liam’s knot is taking all the extra space. He’s stuffed to capacity and the moment he relaxes, gets more comfortable and a hint of space is created inside him, then Liam’s cock and knot get bigger, and Daniel’s right back where he started. Too full. Unable to stand it. Nowhere to go even if he could fight. He has to take it. This is what he gets to have.

He’d expected a pounding, but that’s impossible. Liam’s knot is locked inside him and there’s nowhere to go, there is no thrusting because there’s just no space. His Dominant hasn’t come yet.

Liam grunts, panting as Daniel tries to clench, needing his Dominant to come.

“Don’t. Be still,” he growls and grabs Daniel by the back of the neck. Daniel goes limp again, his passage eases and then stings with the stretch. Liam massages the back of his neck, deep and painful, into his glands, and Daniel melts further into the bench. When will it be over? He can’t do it. He didn’t know it was like this.

Daniel cries out, overwhelmed.

“Shh, you’re perfect, Daniel. I’m pleased.”

Daniel comes again, a strange wave rolling through him, starting in his stomach and fizzing like a firework up his spine to the tips of his fingers and even in his hair and his toes.

“Good. I felt that. That’s your submission. Give that to me. Feel where that came from, try to make it happen again. Coming that way is good,” Liam says, sounding unsteady. “So fucking good. Come on, baby. Fuck, I can’t move but if you can do that, I’ll be so goddamned happy. Won’t ever let you off my cock. You’re a natural, aren’t you?”

Daniel doesn’t even know what that means. It makes no sense. He wants to ask how, but he can’t speak. His Dominant wants him to do something, but he can’t. He just can’t.

“Give in,” his Dominant growls. “I own you right now. Your ass is mine. Your hole is mine. You’re my good little submissive, and I’m gonna breed you sloppy, princess. You’re gonna fucking take it, aren’t you?”

Yes! The word resonates through him, a bright revelation. Anything for you , he thinks, and he comes again.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good! Such a good boy, there you go,” he says, hands on Daniel’s shoulders. Liam leans over to bite his neck and the Dominant’s cock shifts, getting deeper inside him. Daniel surrenders at the spike of pain in his passage as Liam forces more of his cock inside him, his knot slipping deeper. That’s the only conclusion. There was more. So much more that Liam couldn’t bite him because he wasn’t close enough to Daniel’s neck.

That last push made it happen.

Liam bites him, hard and savage, into the muscle of his throat, and his cock pulses inside Daniel.

That overwhelming submission goes through him again. The sound of water running. Oh god, he’s wetting again, giving everything to his Dominant.

Wetness drips from his eyes, from his mouth as he drools, from his cock as he wets and comes again. The knot locks into him, suddenly caught hard on the inside of his rim, and Daniel jerks at the feeling and spasms inside in response, milking Liam’s cock. His Dominant shouts in ecstasy, pleasure peaking as Daniel slips into subspace.

Liam moans, hips moving in the tiniest increments as he rides Daniel’s ass and comes again inside him. He licks at the bite and Daniel can smell blood.

Good , he thinks, bliss coursing through him, and he drifts away.