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H e wakes up to Liam nuzzling his jaw, scent marking him and telling him how proud he is. Liam’s hand is under Daniel, gently squeezing his cock, toying with him while he’s still strapped to the bench.

“Look at this cock, baby. It’s so soft. I shouldn’t be surprised,” he murmurs, holding it safely in his hand.

Liam’s hard cock is still lodged in his ass.

“Full,” he mumbles.

“My knot is almost down, but we have to wait for it to slip out on its own.”

Tears fill Daniel’s eyes and slip down his cheeks and he sniffles. He isn’t sure why he’s emotional.

“Cry, sweetheart. That’s the best thing you can do right now. You’ve got lots of hormones and feelings after your first mounting, and you need to get used to letting them out.”

“I don’t want to cry.” What would his father say? The team of doctors who poke and prod at him, constantly disappointed with him?

“You’ll get used to it, sweetheart. The time will come when you need to cry, need a release, and you’ll want me to help you let it out.” Liam gives Daniel’s balls a final squeeze and his fingers go back, touching Daniel’s rim and testing to see how close he is to slipping out.

“Any moment now, and then you get to be held. You’ll get tucked up in your Daddy’s bed.”

“Daddy?”

“I think that’s the best word, don’t you? After what you just went through?”

He nods. The word is there, filling the hurt places and soothing him. “Daddy, it was… a lot,” he whispers.

What Daniel wants to say is that it was perfect—that he can’t go back to the way he was before this. He is submissive. This is the man who is meant to be his Dominant. His Daddy. If he could have this for the rest of his life, he would be happier than he ever thought possible.

For so long he thought that giving in to his submission would be horrible. Miserable. Shameful. He imagined hating himself, wanting to kill himself, so he wouldn’t have to do it again. It would be an unnatural, degrading thing.

None of those things describe what he just experienced. It was perfect.

And he wet. He released completely, surrendered wholly, and it’s a point of fucking pride. He feels like he could walk down any goddamn street and hold his head up high because he is so fucking good in bed.

Daniel gives up everything to his Dominant.

“I know, baby. You were really good for me. Incredible.”

Before the words can even soak in properly, Liam is slipping out of him. It’s a loss. So horrible he freezes up, terrified he’ll be denied forever if they find out how much Daniel hates being empty. He swallows down a sound and lies there as calmly as he can. There’s a fluttering in his lower abdomen, a ripple that intensifies, becoming a pulsing of his passage.

He’s alone now. He was a part of his Dominant, he was good for his Daddy and now he’s nothing. Liam’s fingers cover Daniel’s spasming hole, rubbing gently, helping him close up, and he’d give anything, absolutely anything to have his Daddy back inside him.

“There you go. You clench right on up, angel.”

Daniel sobs at the oddness of the feeling. Empty and aching with loss, stinging and sharp from what he’s just endured. His Dominant’s fingers make the pain bright and yet soothe him.

“How well you took your Daddy, baby,” he says, and Liam’s thumb strokes over his hole, sinking in and pulling out. “That was a hard breeding for your first time. I’m very proud of you. You sobbed and wailed. You struggled and surrendered. Wet twice. Took Daddy’s big knot. I’m proud of you.”

“Daddy?” he gasps, jolting as Liam presses down on his rim. His hole opens. He spills come, feels it leaking out of him in a gush.

“There you go. Not a trace of pink, sweetheart. You took that well, didn’t you?”

His Dominant didn’t let him keep the come. Liam took it from him, forced him to release it. Why didn’t he get to keep it?

Liam gets down to the ground behind him, between his legs. “You’re very sore and red but there’s no tearing. What a puffy little hole you have now. That is so fucking pretty, baby.” He keeps a hand on Daniel’s hole, grounding him or something. “Absolutely perfect,” he says, sounding proud.

Liam stops touching him to undo the straps.

Daniel sobs noisily. Liam isn’t touching his hole, isn’t touching him anywhere and it’s awful.

“I need you,” he begs, reaching behind him as soon as he’s free. And his hole spasms hard, as if his body is trying to find his Dominant’s cock, get it back again, needing him still. “Oh,” Daniel says, and sobs.

“I know, sweetheart. To the bed now.”

Daniel swallows, and his neck stings, throbbing there, too. “My bottom is empty. You promised.”

“Promised? What did I… oh, honey. Do you need a plug?” he asks, sounding surprised. Was Daniel not supposed to want it yet? Maybe Liam didn’t mean it at all?

“I… yes,” he says, the very idea of it filling him with relief and fear. So much fear. But he needs it so much.

Liam kisses his face. “Just a second. I won’t leave the room. I’ll get you a plug, baby,” he reassures, and he goes to the closet, opens a drawer, and comes back with something. “Something gentle and small, sweetheart. You’re quite sore.”

“I’m sorry,” he says uncertainly.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re so submissive and have been so deprived; of course you need a plug.”

Daniel exhales in relief. The plug is cool and heavy as it gets settled inside him. He spasms around it and instantly feels so much better. Safe. He clenches gently, shivering at the sore sting. How can it feel so right to be filled?

Then there’s slick dripping out of him.

“What?”

“It’s a submissive training plug. A special design so you can drip still. I need to know when you’re aroused, sweetheart. No secrets from your Dominant.”

Which means he’ll lose everything. All of his Dominant’s come will be able to leave him. He’d wanted the remnants at least. Daniel sniffles, lost and grief-stricken. “I wanted the come, Daddy.”

“Poor thing. I know. You can’t have that. Not yet. But you can be full if you want.”

“Yes, please,” he says, just in case, worried the plug might get taken from him. “Will I get to keep the come next time, Daddy?”

“Once you get more settled you can keep my come. Right now you need to earn it again and again. That’s going to keep you coming back to me, ensure you stay in a state of heightened arousal and receptiveness. You’ll heal faster, too. It will be easier for you this way, believe it or not.”

He nods in acceptance, even though it isn’t what he wants to hear.

The plug is soothing and good after what he’s just endured, and he needs to focus on that.

Liam lifts him off the bench. Daniel takes a stumbling step to the bed and half sprawls onto it, Liam helping him get comfortable. Liam hauls him into the heat of his body. He’s a furnace and he smells like Dominant. He’s sweaty and pleased. Smug. He rumbles a sound as he keeps Daniel close.

Daniel tips his head back, mouth open, and Liam kisses him, soft and careful.

“You know you were amazing, don’t you? You were so good, Daniel. That was so difficult for you. And you were so beautiful and sweet. So willing, even though it was difficult. Did it hurt, honey?” Liam asks in a low voice and kisses him again.

Daniel sobs and presses closer, kissing his Dominant again and again. “Was I good, Daddy? Really?” That’s the important part.

Did it hurt? He doesn’t even know. It’s so far from an accurate description that it isn’t even worth answering.

“Perfect. Why don’t I tell you what pleased me? You wet twice, babydoll. You submitted so much you came from it, and you took all of my knot. I came so hard, sweetheart. Got to breed you right up. Pretty submissive. I’m sure you have some complicated feelings about it. Now you get to tell me, we get to talk about it. That’s very important.”

“Why?” he whispers. He doesn’t want to talk about it.Slick leaks out of him in a dribble and he wonders if he could take his Dominant again.

“What are you thinking about?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. Please.”

“How’s your plug, my sweet boy?” Liam asks, giving Daniel a reprieve. He reaches between Daniel’s cheeks, touching it gently.

“Daddy!” he gasps, shoving closer and away at once. Somehow his ass is pressed against Liam’s half-hard cock.

“You’re unbelievable, Daniel.”

Daniel almost believes him. The truth is he’s never felt so peaceful. He is in the right place, doing what he is supposed to do. He can’t think of the last time he was so certain of himself and his place in the world—hell, his purpose. It isn’t to kill people or to be in the army. It isn’t as a whore to whatever altered man needs a hole to fill. He’s meant to be with one man and devote himself to the man he loves.

It’s too early to say anything about how he feels. But this Dominant needed him. And Daniel did it well.

He’s proud of that.

And Daniel came, too. Came long and hard, over and over, and that was bliss. His Dominant did, too. Liam bred him and called him good. Daniel belonged. He wants to stay in bed with this man forever.

“I loved it.…” He shakes his head, unable to articulate how intense and overwhelming it was. And he can’t say anything else or he’ll start thinking about how temporary this is. That he’ll never have it or this man again.

Liam watches him while Daniel tries to get himself together—not cry or cling or who knows what.

“I know, baby. I do know,” he says seriously.

He sounds sympathetic, which breaks Daniel down even more.

“I had no idea it would be like that.”

Liam moves so he’s over Daniel, his large body pressing him into the bed. He kisses Daniel on the nose. Daniel reaches up, touching his Dominant’s face, the curve of his jaw.

Liam turns and nips at his palm.

“I’ve never even imagined… and weakness.”

“Did you like it?”

The endorphins are wearing off a little, and the ache in his ass from being mounted is beginning to demand his attention.

Daniel closes his eyes and nods. It’s a feeling he’s already craving again. To be utterly helpless, unable to lift a finger to defend himself, to be nothing but prey ready to be consumed and devoured, placed on a bench and bred by his strong, powerful Daddy.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispers, so quiet that he might be saying it just for himself. So he himself gets to hear it at least once.

“That’s right. Beautiful. Just a weak doll Daddy can have whenever he wants. I could put breeding benches all over the house, furniture you can be comfortable on while you surrender. Your body needs both weakness and subspace to function, sweetheart. At least once a day. If we— Well, if you were?—”

He stops talking.

“Go on. If I was yours, what?” Is it crazy that he knows that’s what Liam was going to say? Does he also feel like he could stay in this bed with Daniel forever? Does he wish Daniel would always be his submissive?

Liam presses his face to Daniel’s shoulder with a slow exhale. “I’m sorry. That’s cruel. I wasn’t thinking.”

Daniel knows it’s a mistake to say what comes out of his mouth next, but isn’t his whole fucking life a mistake? These next few days will be the best days of his life; why shouldn’t he have them be as intense and perfect as possible since the memories will be all that he has? “I want to know. To pretend. Please?”

Liam kisses him and gives him a squeeze. “You’re vulnerable and inexperienced. It isn’t fair to you?—”

“If you don’t want to, then don’t,” Daniel snaps, trying to push Liam away.

He doesn’t budge, and Daniel surrenders almost instantly, a sob escaping him.

“It isn’t that I don’t want you. I do. Of course I fucking do. I brought you to my house, I didn’t even let you get food or drink before I bred you. I have never lost control like this, Daniel. I just don’t know if it helps to pretend. Our time will be up soon enough.”

He picks up Liam’s hand, nuzzling against it, needing to convince the man. “I won’t ever have more than this. If pretending is enough for me, can’t it be enough for you, too? It’s days, Daddy.” He lets his voice break, lets himself be sad and needing.

“Sweetheart,” Liam says, sounding torn up inside. “You already feel like you’re mine. I’d keep you.” The sharp spike of bitterness in Liam’s scent is reassuring. That can’t be faked. He’s sincere. His hand clenches in Daniel’s hair and it’s rough and perfect.

Daniel whimpers loudly.

“It’s going to break my fucking heart to let you go.” Liam bends down and kisses Daniel’s jaw, his earlobe, trailing kisses all over him. And all Daniel can do is close his eyes, try to open his legs and get more.

Then Liam stops. His smile is sad. “Let me just say this so you know. You’re in a very vulnerable state right now, Daniel. You’ve been mounted for the first time, and the hormones released when you wet make it hard to be objective. You went deep into your submission, and the primal instinct is to latch on and bond to the first Dominant to give you that. But that’s not necessarily how you’d feel in a few weeks. When you get away from your father, when you finally get a life, you can come to me. Do you understand?” Liam smiles, wanting to take the sting out of it, but it’s so goddamned false that Daniel has no choice but to accept that their attraction is mutual. The idea of not being with Daniel in a few days, not keeping him, is going to hurt both of them for a long time.

“I understand,” he says, and doesn’t argue. “I still want it. Pretend like you’ll keep me.”

There’s a low growl and then he’s turned to his back before Liam bites at his shoulder blade, taking flesh into his mouth, closing his teeth enough to leave indentations.

Daniel cries out, going limp with weakness, and Liam does it again to the other shoulder, moving down Daniel’s back, marking him with teeth all over. He bites Daniel’s cheeks, then the tops of his thighs, the smooth skin at his groin. The slick and come make his teeth slip over Daniel’s flesh. A filthy thrill.

He drifts away with the combined pleasure and pain of it all, devoured by his Dominant.

The plug is removed, his legs are spread, and Liam growls and clamps down on his shoulder as he shoves back home. Daniel cries out at the invasion, then does nothing but breathe and feel, concentrating on staying conscious, on not letting the weakness carry him away completely. He wants to feel everything. His Daddy losing control, slamming his cock into Daniel’s sore hole. The beginning bulge of his knot. How much Daniel wants to squirm and whimper.

And then he’s knotted again, his body pulsing and straining as Liam’s knot locks inside of him, come filling him up, hot and thick.

When Daniel comes back to himself, it might be a lot later. He’s lying on top of Liam’s chest and he has no idea how he got there. He manages to lift his head and rub his cheek against his Daddy’s chest. “Was I good?”

It’s still difficult to move. He's so weak and needy.

“Understatement. My good, perfect boy,” Liam says and slides his hand down to Daniel’s ass, gripping one cheek firmly in his hand, then hauling him tight against him. His fingers brush over the stinging teeth marks, and Daniel’s body instantly translates the sting to a buzzing pleasure.

“I loved that,” he mumbles.

“Good. You’re delicious. I could spend hours biting you all over and breeding you up.”

“I’d let you. I’ve heard submissives talk about spanking or… or a belt… or things, but biting is perfect.”

“I’m shocked. Who’d have guessed a young man with a prey designation would love being bitten?” he jokes.

It’s odd that Liam would describe him as a young man. Is he young? Sure, he’s only twenty-four, but he feels ancient.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-four.”

“I like that.” It feels right. His Dominant should be older than him, experienced and knowledgeable.

He closes his eyes and enjoys the heat of Liam’s body beneath his. He’s going to enjoy it for as long as he can.