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Daniel calls his brother in the car. “Daniel, is everything okay?”

“I’m going home with Liam, Loge. I need that. They took me from my Daddy and put me into cryo and I have to go home for a while. We’ll come visit when things are more settled.”

“Daniel, I don’t think—” Logan starts.

“I want to make one decision for myself. I’ve earned that. I don’t care whether you like it or not,” Daniel says, determined.

There’s a long pause as Logan digests the venom in his words. He’s a little surprised at himself, too. At the animosity lurking under the surface. He doesn’t want to be angry at his brother when they were both controlled by his father, but he needs to belong to Liam. And it’s heartbreaking to see how much Liam has missed him.

The last few years have wrought physical changes—the early graying of his hair, the weight of grief that clings to him. And he’s thinner, still lean and strong and muscular, but now he has a runner’s build. When they met, Liam was wider and densely packed with muscle.

But he’s still unbearably handsome. And Daniel can feel the pull of Liam’s dominance even though both of them are suppressed.

Liam’s hand settles on Daniel’s leg, palm flat and fingers spread, and Daniel stares at it and wants.

Daniel’s desire is there but it isn’t overwhelming. His desire is dulled. His sense of smell and probably his reflexes are dulled, too, from the drugs. But he still knows the man beside him is meant to be his. He still wants to be touched and kissed and held and had.

“You deserve to be happy, Daniel. Of course it’s your choice,” Logan says.

“I’ll call you in a few days. I have to… I have to go now,” he says, ending the call.

The memories are so close and Daniel wants to drown in them. He wants to feel like himself again. “We were just here. In your car and on the way to the cabin.” You couldn’t keep your hands off me. You were so hard and your desire was heavy. I could hardly breathe through all the lust . He doesn’t say it. That’s too difficult.

Liam makes a hmm sound low in his throat and then he’s pulling the car over to the side of the road. “Wait here,” he commands, voice hard.

It’s settling, relaxing to be ordered to do something. Now he knows his place: in the car, with his Daddy.

Liam gets out of the car and goes to the trunk. It shuts with a thunk and then he opens Daniel’s door and squats down beside him.

“My cage,” Daniel says, shocked. His eyes fill with tears. He didn’t think he’d ever see it again.

“You’re going to put it on now. It’ll help settle you, baby. You need to be fucked but we have to wait, so let’s at least get you in your cage.”

Daniel doesn’t hesitate, lifting his ass off the seat and shoving his sweats down, exposing himself. His soft cock bounces on his lap.

“Sweet little thing,” Liam says and he bends down, pressing kisses to Daniel’s cock and then gathering it in his large hands, feeding his cock and balls into the device and snapping it shut. It clicks with a sound.

Relief slams through him.

“Pull up your pants, princess. Let’s get you home,” Liam says, voice gruff. He closes the door and walks back around the car to the driver’s seat. His hand settles back on Daniel’s thigh, higher up than before, and then his Daddy presses even closer, until his pinky finger is pressed solidly against Daniel’s cock and the cage.

Daniel gasps in relief.

Liam glances over at him. He smiles, confident and sincere. “I haven’t been to the cabin since you left. I took my things, locked the door and haven’t been back. I had a cleaner go in to handle the fridge and close it up for the winter, but that was a few years ago now. When I found out you were alive, I did call someone to go in to clean and stock the place just in case you were willing to go with me. And I thought about what we might do since I wouldn’t be able to breed you right away.”

“What will you do to me?” Daniel asks, voice breathy with need, which is surprising and right. He’s still the same inside. It’s a relief.

At the light, Liam leans over, kisses Daniel and then bites him on his bottom lip. Daniel whimpers. He rests his hand over Liam’s, urging him to hold him more firmly, needing to be held by his cock, wanting to feel oppressively controlled. As if it’s a side door to his submissiveness. The overwhelming need to be bred that he felt the last time they were in the car together isn’t there, but some form of desire still is. “Control me when we get there. I know I’m not myself yet, but I need it.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, didn’t want to make assumptions that you’d choose me, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be prepared. Daddy will use you so well, honey. I’ll play with you and own you, and as soon as I’m hard you’ll get bred hard. Knotted.”

“What will you do to me?” he repeats, needing to know. Anxious lust spills through him and he squirms in his seat. His nipples get hard and he rubs over them. The sensation is pleasant but dull. He’s not all there yet. “I can’t feel it all. It’s too quiet inside. It’s like touching myself through plastic. I want to be lit up with it,” he complains.

Liam laughs. He squeezes Daniel firmly.

The suspense builds and builds as the miles pass. What will Liam do to him? The anxiety is so close to lust and by the time they get there he’s trembling with it. He holds out his hand and it’s shaking.

“I’ll help you,” Liam says, and he gets out of the car, comes over to Daniel’s side and looms over him. He undoes Daniel’s seat belt, helping him stand.

“I might fall,” Daniel confesses. And it’s like before but different. “I’m scared. I think. But I want to stay with you. I want to—” He glances out at the trees, the forest, and the insane thought comes to him that he should just run. His heart is beating so quickly that he can feel it in his throat.

Liam’s hand wraps around his neck and he gasps in shock, realizing he lost time. It makes him want to run even more.

“You’re panicking. Suits you. Where can you go, sweetheart? You’re in the middle of nowhere. No one is expecting you for days. Your drugs are gonna wear off and you’re going to be bred so hard you’ll be loose and sore. You’ll snuggle up into your nest to recover. And you’ll invite Daddy inside, won’t you? We have a lot of time to make up for, baby. You won’t get a plug. I’m going to keep you on my knot for days, Daniel. If you run, you’ll just make it harder on yourself.”

“I—right. I know that,” he says, barely able to cling to the conversation. Run, run, his mind shouts.

“I’ll catch you, sweetheart. You can try and run, but I’ll overpower you, and then I’ll take you inside and tie you down. I’ll punish you for running,” Liam warns.

The world tilts around him. He wants to run but he’s suddenly weak. His heart is still pounding in his chest. This is what he’s wanted since the moment he came into his designation. What he’d dream about. The worst thing he needed—to run and be caught. To be punished and used up.

“What?” Daniel can’t think with how loud his heart is pounding.

“Pretty boy. I know who you are, baby. Do you remember who I am? You’re not the first suppressed submissive, honey. You’re not the only submissive with a prey designation. Don’t you know what my job was? You run from Daddy and you’ll get it good and long.”

His thumb strokes up the column of Daniel’s throat, right over his pulse point. Daniel makes an aborted attempt to run, a half lurch to the side before he stops himself or is stopped by the hand around his neck, he isn’t sure. He meets his Daddy’s gaze.

There he is. Under the facade of suppressants, he can see the predator his Daddy is, see that he is wanted. “Daddy?” His voice breaks. “I couldn’t… you didn’t let me run before. Would I be bad?”

Liam groans, his weight shifts and Daniel is pressed firmly against the car, trapped. He cries out. Liam settles against him, grinding low and close, and all Daniel can feel is the cage digging into him. The pain is exquisite. It’s close to orgasm, to overstimulation, and that’s something he’d loved.

“I—I might—” he gasps.

“You won’t. Not yet. My prey. My sweet submissive boy. Why didn’t Daddy let you run before? Do you remember?”

“I think—” he starts, but it’s hazy. He was so turned on, so lost to desire during those days that it’s a blur. “I don’t know.”

“Poor thing. I couldn’t let you run, Daniel. I would have claimed you for good. I wanted you too badly. And it’s special to be chased down. A sweet boy like you gets chased and taken down to the ground and you’re done. You’re going to worship the man who owns you that way. I let you escape. I won’t do that again.”

Daniel sobs, relieved and horrified to be seen and known.

“Go ahead and run, baby. Let’s get it out of your system. And then I’ll have your neck. And your ass. Daddy will give you everything you deserve, honey.”

Liam kisses him on his cheek, his nose, kisses Daniel’s lips. His hand slides off of Daniel’s neck and down to his ass. He grips him by the cheek, urging him closer, the pain of his cage flaring bright and hot. Need explodes through him, designation flaring wide, and he shoves at Liam with all his strength and bolts into the trees, running as fast as he can, sprinting.

He can’t look behind him because Liam is already close, feet pounding into the leaves behind him, closing the distance.

A horrible squeal comes from his throat as fingers graze his shirt.

“No, no, no!” he chants, but his body is awake and alive, desperate to be caught and bred.

Liam snarls behind him. Daniel’s shirt is gripped, pulled and then released. Some part of Daniel realizes that he’s being toyed with, allowed the illusion that he might escape.Panic floods through his body, makes him weak, and he stumbles. He doesn’t even get a chance to right himself before he’s taken to the ground by a heavy weight on his back. The air is knocked out of him and he can’t breathe for long moments.

Liam is growling, his chest vibrating against Daniel’s back. His teeth sink into Daniel’s neck and a high-pitched wheeze of sound escapes him.

He tries to breathe.

Liam’s weight remains heavy upon him, glorious and oppressive.

“Breathe, Daniel. Good boy.”

Then he’s hauled up, manhandled and draped over Liam’s shoulder, still struggling to breathe and the position makes it worse; it’s not what a kind and loving Daddy would do. It’s what a predator would do, taking advantage of his weakness.

He feels himself release, a wetness leaving him. Liam’s hand smacks down on his ass hard, squeezing the flesh of his ass, a promise of what’s to come.

Then his thumb delves between Daniel’s clothed cheeks, rubbing over his hole roughly. He works Daniel’s hole as he carries him back towards the cabin, as if he’s kneading him open, working a sore, knotted muscle, but that’s his hole.

Daniel whimpers and writhes. All of his attention goes there, focused on that spiraling hurt that spreads through him, down into his balls, leaving him feeling heavy in his taint and throbbing deep inside as his body starts to release slick.

Air returns to him and he barely notices. He should move and kick, struggle, but the touch is compelling and leaves him weak. It’s a shortcut through his defenses.

“Daddy,” he manages, just as he recognizes the path around the cabin.

“Naughty thing. Eager to be caught. Not even a quarter mile, princess.”

He’s taken back to the car, lowered carefully to the ground near the trunk. Daniel lies there, dazed, hole aching as the trunk pops open. He turns onto his hands and knees and tries to crawl away.

Liam laughs. “Oh, honey. How cute are you?” He grabs Daniel by the hair. “Hands behind your back,” he orders.

Daniel obeys and hears the click of cuffs opening. The cold metal surrounds his wrists. He whimpers, but then it’s done. He pulls his knees under him, gravel rough on his face, some part of him needing to get up and run.

To be caught again. Harder. Rougher.

He’s prey.

One ankle is caught and hauled back, and he collapses to the ground with an oof . Liam sits on his ass, hauls up his pant legs, and puts a cuff on his right ankle. Daniel thumps weakly at the ground with his left foot and Liam chuckles, catching his pant leg on the upswing, and then his other ankle is shackled, too.

“Let’s get you in a spreader bar. You won’t go far then. And you know what else that means? You won’t be able to keep Daddy out. Daddy can slide right inside. Lucky boy.”

“No,” he whispers, and then Liam stands up and goes back to the trunk.

Daniel feels lightheaded with the relief of Liam’s weight leaving him.

He grunts and tries again to escape but his body is uncoordinated, weak. The gravel crunches under him. It hurts.

Daniel whimpers and surrenders. Relief pours through him, more pleasurable than drugs. He releases again and can feel the wet warmth between his thighs as he wets.

He drifts. It’s quiet. And then he’s being picked up and carried into the cabin. How is the door open? He lost time again. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

The cabin is musty from being shut up for so long.

But it’s still home.

“I ran,” he manages.

“You did. Now you’re going to be punished. And then you’re going to be bred. Then it’ll be done. You’ll be mine. Home.”

“Yes.”

Daniel is put down on his breeding bench and his clothes are cut off of his body. He closes his eyes and waits. The metal glides over his skin as he’s stripped. It’s beautiful and he lets the tears come.

“Good boy. You should cry. Let it all out, baby. You’re home. Daddy has you now.”

It’s cold and he shivers, naked and on display. Leather tightens around his shoulders, across his waist, over his thighs. He tries to move.

He can’t.

“I’m yours.”

“That’s right, honey.”

Daniel’s eyes are covered in a silk blindfold and then his cock is fondled, balls squeezed. He’s spanked but has nowhere to go, and he yells and wails until his Daddy stops.

Slick is swiped over his hole and then two fingers sink into him, thrusting in and out again and again.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Liam says, and his fingers leave but a thin metal dildo slides into him. Daniel clenches on it.

“Too small. I don’t like it.”

He gets a kiss on his back. “You’re not meant to like it. Ready?”

“For…. For what?”

His passage tingles oddly, contracting on the dildo despite himself. “What is it?” he demands and tries to thrash.

Liam touches him with a gloved hand, stroking over his ass. “Electrical stimulation, sweetheart. Daddy is going to play with you, use you and keep you tied up. The pleasure will be electric. You’ll feel it, baby. Even through your suppressants.”

“Oh. No,” he whispers, and the sensation intensifies, builds, and he holds his breath while it peaks.

“Breathe, baby. You breathe when it hurts and let it go when it eases. Understand?”

And then the sensation starts again and builds. It’s hot and prickly. Daniel sobs and tries to twist but there’s nowhere to go. And then he weakens. He means to fight but can’t even clench a muscle.

“You’re almost there,” Liam soothes.

“Daddy… do you like it?” The words are difficult to say.

“I do. I wish it was my cock in you but this is good for you. You’re beautiful, Daniel. I’m so proud of you,” he says, and Daniel closes his eyes, tears slipping out.

“More now, baby.”

And then the bright, shocking sensation builds again and he whimpers, unable to do more than make a sound of protest.

“Ride it, Daniel. Squeeze and breathe.”

He has no choice but to obey.

The next several hours pass in a daze. He remembers the brightness of the electrical play, and then the wand was removed and his Daddy’s fingers were there, playing with him, hole soft and the muscle so exhausted he was slack and open. Then he was taken off the bench and held. He was spread open over his Daddy’s lap, and he took toy after toy in his lubed-up, slack hole.

His hands stayed cuffed and he was so weak and so far down in his submission that it didn’t even occur to him to resist.

Again and again his hole was made to spread and expand. To swallow and take. At some point he was allowed to crawl away, and he remembers the feel of the carpet on his knees and his chest, but then he was dragged back.

Daniel’s cuddled and put to bed in his nest. He’s fed by hand. He’s dressed in lingerie and then stripped again. He’s bathed and taken to the bathroom. He’s allowed a nap with his Daddy’s soft cock in his mouth. He has no idea how much time has passed but he catches glimpses of himself and his Daddy, knows that his suppressants are wearing off, and that he’s getting wet, slick sliding down his thighs.

“Please,” he says, and knows he’s said it again and again.

“What, baby? What are you asking for this time?”

“Your cock.”

“Is it hard yet? Do you want to check again?”

His mouth is sore and his jaw aches. He keeps sucking, keeps hoping that his Daddy’s suppressants will wear off so he can get the come he needs, the cock he requires.

Daniel whimpers, needing Liam to decide.

His Daddy chuckles in amusement, kissing him endlessly. Then he goes back to playing with Daniel’s nipples, toying with him through his cage, pressing along his taint, and stroking over his hot hole.

“Should I spank you again?” he asks, kissing down Daniel’s throat.

“No… I don’t know.”

“You’re so pretty on my lap when you fall apart. I’m going to keep you here. I’m going to eat you. Do you want to try and escape again?”

“I can’t,” he confesses, pleasure pulsing through him as he’s forced to reconcile just how trapped and weak he is.

“I know,” Liam says easily. A statement. Truth. Daniel can’t escape. He’s at his Daddy’s mercy.

“I’m yours,” he gasps, pressing closer.

Then he’s spanked, and that makes him want his Daddy’s cock even more. That’s the only reward he wants now. The ultimate goal.

Daniel slips to the floor and takes his Daddy’s cock back into his mouth, desperate for him to get hard.

This time he feels it. A twitch, a swelling against his lip where his Daddy’s knot will be. He moans and sucks harder, redoubling his efforts.

“Christ,” Liam groans and his legs spread, his head falling back against the couch. He rocks in and out of Daniel’s mouth. His balls fill. They’re full and tight but his cock isn’t yet hard. It’s thicker, darker, but not hard enough to fuck Daniel or knot him.

He’s pulled back up to Liam’s lap and kissed. “What do you think will happen when Daddy gets hard?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re trying to work it out of me, get me hard. But it will take a while before I can come, sweetheart. I’ll be demanding and want to fuck you endlessly until I come, and I think you’ve already gotten used quite a bit, don’t you?”

Daniel doesn’t know how to respond to these questions. He knows it’s an opportunity for him to save himself—to get a break and have some time to not be used and played with—but he’s got so much denial to make up for. And it’s part of him, the need to submit and submit hard. To be prey, to be toyed with when he’s caught by an apex predator, batted around and taken.

“What should I say?” he asks, staring down at the ground, ashamed to admit that it’s perfect. He might never say no and mean it.

“The truth,” Liam responds before lifting Daniel’s chin with a finger, forcing eye contact. “I know you, Daniel. I know what you are. Don’t hide from Daddy. Glory in the attention I give to you, and always ask for more when you want it. Not need but want. What you need is your baseline; yours by right. What you want is my gift to you, how much I love and value you.”

Daniel swallows hard. His lower lip trembles. “If you know then why do you ask me? I always want more. I want to feel your control. I like it when it’s oppressive, when there is more. I want to ride that line of?—”

Liam waits.

“I consent,” Daniel whispers. It’s shameful. “To everything. That’s who I am. And I want you not to ask me anymore. Because you should know I’ll give you everything.”

“Come see what I’ve made of you,” Liam says, and he helps Daniel to his feet. They walk carefully to the bathroom, the spreader bar making it awkward. He’s still cuffed and it’s becoming uncomfortable but he won’t ask for it to come off.

The light turns on and he looks in the mirror. It’s a surprise.

“Look over your shoulder, too.”

Daniel turns, doing his best to see.

“Take pictures,” Daniel begs, because he looks amazing.

“I have been. You were unconscious on the bench and I took pictures. You were cock warming and I took pictures. I have so many pictures, Daniel. You’re beautiful. Lip bitten red, a little bit of blood,” Liam says, keeping a verbal catalogue.

“So many hickeys all over your neck, the marks of my teeth on your back, your ass, your inner thigh. The abuse to your nipples. Fingerprint bruises where I’ve gripped your sweet flesh. A hot little hole that’s taken so many dildos and probes. Your caged cock and all your limbs confined. Sore buttocks from being spanked all over. I’m looking for the limit, baby. You’ll ease back from the edge once you’re knotted and filled with my come on the regular. Your body will adapt.”

Liam kisses Daniel and holds him in his arms. “My suppressants are wearing off. I’m going to make it up to you—the lost time and letting you go.”

“We couldn’t have run away. That wouldn’t have worked. And we both thought there was more time. You have to let that go, Daddy.”

“We’ll see,” Liam says, blinking back tears. He squeezes Daniel tight.

Daniel naps for another hour, held in his Daddy’s arms. He wakes up to his Daddy’s finger being removed from his hot hole. He gasps and clenches on nothing. Then his Daddy is pressed against his back and Daniel feels his erection, his Daddy rubbing against his smarting buttocks.

Daniel whines.

“Shh,” Liam murmurs into his ear, and then he’s pressing his cock between Daniel’s cheeks and over his sore hole. He’s open enough that the head catches on his rim.

“Easy. Don’t fight, baby.”

It hadn’t occurred to him to fight. To resist. But he loves Liam telling him not to, as if he doesn’t have a choice. As if he has to take it when he hasn’t been dying for it forever.

“It’s big and you’re gonna take Daddy’s knot, but you’ve had time to relax and let that hole soften up.”

The head lodges against his rim, and then Liam grips his own cock and presses forward. Daniel’s impaled, stretching around the large girth.

“Daddy,” he whispers.

“Tell me no. It’s alright. You can struggle if you need to. But you’re going to get it,” Liam says, voice dark. His cock shoves deeper, pushing in another inch.

Daniel shudders and presses back, needing more. “You won’t stop?”

“I won’t. It’s alright to tell Daddy no and be prey. That’s who you are. And if you need me to stop or give you a minute, call me Stone and I’ll stop.”

“Yes,” he hisses as he’s forced to take another inch. “Not—oh, not Liam?”

“No. I won’t stop if you say Liam. Or Daddy. Or no. Only Stone.”

His Daddy grunts, bites at Daniel’s neck, and then he’s thrusting hard into him and Daniel’s cock throbs, his heart pounding in excited fear. His hole strains to accommodate his Daddy’s giant cock and the beginning bulge of his knot.

“Stop, oh, stop,” he murmurs, trying it out. He’s weak with pleasure, the echo of his words reverberating through him.

Liam grabs his wrists, pressing them down into the bed, and his Daddy’s cock fills him up, leaving him breathless as his balls squash hard into Daniel’s buttocks.

“Good boy. It’s in. Now the knot, sweetheart. Can you take it?”

Daniel almost says yes. He wants to say no. “Please,” he settles on.

“Good boy. Don’t fight, sweetheart. You’re going to get it now, baby.”

It’s perfect. His submission rises to meet him, keeping him weak and receptive as his Daddy claims him.

He’s home. Daniel drifts away, knowing his Daddy will keep him safe.