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“C an I check your glands?” Liam asks, after taking a long moment to get himself together.

Daniel nods once, staring down his own body with wide eyes. As if he’s afraid of himself. Liam steps closer and takes the sheet down. His cock is hard and large, oddly so for a submissive. There’s even a little bulge at the base, as if there should have been a knot. He doesn’t wax or shave but is natural like a Dominant would be.

That will change as soon as they get home.

His balls are exposed next, fat and dark in color, which is also a little unusual. It’s not impossible to have a submissive with such large sexual organs, but it’s quite frequent that a submissive is average or below average below the belt. Just another bizarre quirk of the experiments. Daniel’s stomach is all muscle—more than a six pack. He’s thinner than he should be, needs more padding on his large frame. He probably isn’t eating enough.

“Beautiful boy.”

Liam’s gaze returns to the boy’s cock, past the shaft, to the dripping head of his cock that’s still sluggishly leaking onto his stomach. It’s almost like a very weak orgasm or a prostate milking, how it seeps out of him with no contractions to give it distance. There’s a small puddle of come on his stomach.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. This is good. Your body wants to get rid of the toxic buildup.”

The boy huffs, a small, ragged sound.

“Can you orgasm? Are you close?” Liam asks out of curiosity.He isn’t really expecting the answer to be yes, but there is something about Daniel’s behavior that makes him wonder.

“I’m… almost there,” he says, sounding ashamed.

Well. He tries not to let the surprise show on his face. “Good boy. I’m gonna touch your thigh, and then your glands. It’s okay if you need to come, and if you get too sensitive, we can take a break.”

“I’ll be good. I won’t stop you,” Daniel says, and Liam can’t make sense of his tone.

“Are you saying you won’t stop me, even if you don’t like it?”

He frowns. “No. I just… won’t… stop you.”

“Because you like it?”

“I—what about my father?”

“This is just us.”

Daniel’s gaze flicks over to his phone, to where he’s recording their meeting.

“That’s for my notes. Do you want me to turn it off?”

“I didn’t say that,” he responds and looks away.

Liam wants to turn it off, but the truth is that Daniel is General Burrows’ son and he can make Liam’s life a nightmare if he wants to. And if this goes south then maybe he needs a record for his own protection. It’s a little too soon to put that much faith in Daniel.

“Alright.” Liam touches Daniel’s thigh, pale and muscular, and that one small touch has Daniel grinding his ass back into the bed, opening his legs for more. “Diamond?” Liam asks, and Daniel stares at him blankly.

“Put the soles of your feet together, legs open. It makes a diamond shape. Don’t do it if it isn’t comfortable.”

Daniel does it, free hand lifting to rest on his pec, squeezing it absently as he waits.

“Sensitive nipples?” Liam asks.

Daniel flinches, yanking his hand away from himself. The flush of shame is mottled, a harsh contrast to the pretty blush Liam got before. “No! That was an accident! I had an itch,” he says, then looks away, blinking rapidly.

He won’t call Daniel out on the lie, not yet. But it’s interesting and arousing to think that the boy might be so starved for pleasure that he’ll touch himself without realizing.

“Do you like positions, sweetheart?”

“I don’t think so,” he breathes.

Liam touches the inside of his thigh, where his mounting gland is. It’s hot and hard. Small. Abnormally small. “How slick do you get? If you’re making yourself feel good, do you get really wet?”

“No,” he says, no inflection either way. Careful. Once again, his gaze cuts to Liam’s phone. “I don’t do that, at all.”

Hell.

“Is it good or bad if you get wet?”

“I don’t get wet,” Daniel hisses, sounding angry.

“Alright. We can return to that later.” Liam touches the little gland with just a brush of his thumb. There’s no reaction. He certainly doesn’t come. The gland should be an erogenous zone.

“How does that feel?”

“It doesn’t feel like much.” Daniel’s calm when he says it, which makes Liam think he’s sincere.

“Okay. Let’s do the thermometer,” Liam says easily, and holds it up. “You’ve seen one of these before?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll tell you what it does, anyway, because you’re awake now. It takes your temperature, measures the blood in your oxygen, measures inflammation, and can pick up the traces of hormones that your body secretes through its skin. It’s a good way to tell if a submissive or Dominant is struggling.”

Daniel frowns.

Liam puts it over the gland, holding it until it beeps. He looks at the monitor for a moment, hand steady on Daniel’s thigh, reassuring him as the information scrolls by. Liam moves to his other gland and touches it. There’s a flinch. He meets Daniel’s gaze. “Is that good or bad?”

“I don’t know.”

“I want to touch you there again. Can I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What do you prefer? A little pressure? A rub?”

“I don’t know,” he says.

“Can I try both?”

Daniel nods.

Liam smiles reassuringly. “You’re lovely. Doing a good job for me.” He presses gently at the side of the gland and Daniel’s cock oozes fluid. This side is definitely bigger and hotter. He rubs gently around the gland with big circles. Daniel’s head goes back on the pillow as he holds his breath. His neck muscles stand out in hard relief and the arousal in his scent spikes hard.

And just like that, his cock twitches and he releases onto his stomach, another puddle of fluid, and Daniel grinds his ass down into the bed.

“There we go. Good, Daniel.”

Liam glances down between the submissive’s legs and can see him squeezing, the faint ripple along his taint, ass clenching, his body wanting to get sensation on the glands tucked inside his passage.

When it’s over, Daniel whimpers and hauls in a deep breath. It’s a surprisingly weak release, considering how much grinding and panting he was doing.

“Good job. Lovely.”

Daniel gasps, covering his face with his arm. Liam watches him calm down. Then the boy puts a hand down to the mess and lifts his fingers to his mouth.

“Sweetheart, don’t clean that up. You’ve got too many bad toxins at the moment.”

Daniel looks mortified. “I can clean up my mess,” he whispers. His tone is odd.

“Do you like cleaning it up or do you just clean it up because you should?”

“The least I can do is be tidy,” he says softly.

“Who told you that?”

He takes too long to answer. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. Well, you’re too uneven to engage in come play unless it’s mine. And you’ll probably get a lot of mine while we sort you out. We can talk about it again when you’re settled. Okay?”

“What’s going to happen to it?” Daniel asks, which seems like an utterly bizarre question. Liam smiles and reaches for a Kleenex or three. He wipes Daniel up and throws it into the trash. “Problem solved.”

“They’ll want it, won’t they? We can’t tell them,” Daniel says, sounding worried.

It’s startling, the reminder that this is a submissive whose body hasn’t been his own for a long time. He’s used to his bodily fluids belonging to others. “You’re mine right now. It’s just us. I don’t need that and neither do you.”

Daniel still looks concerned.

“It can be our secret, if you want.”

“Okay. Uh, thank you,” Daniel says. He chews on his bottom lip and glances at Liam, up and down his body and then away. His eyes close for a long moment. And then his hips lift, he grinds into the bed once more, and his cock leaks again.

“You’ll do a lot better when you have something inside to squeeze against.”

Daniel’s eyes widen in horror. “I didn’t do anything.”

Sure , Liam thinks, but leaves it alone.

“Do you want to show me how you express your glands?”

Daniel shuts down, turning away from him. “I don’t do that. That isn’t something I like, I promise.”

Which is a total lie. Daniel does like it because all submissives like it. Besides, Liam could see him clenching, trying to milk them, which is practically impossible without something inside his anus. They’re tucked right inside and get massaged by a Dominant’s cock. Most submissives come from the rubbing and pressure.

And if there’s a knot involved then the orgasm can become overwhelming if they’re fucked for too long. Submissives are almost guaranteed to go into subspace from the discomfort and extended painful pleasure of a knot lodged against their squeezing gland.

“Why not?” Liam asks, not wanting to assume anything.

“I don’t touch myself. I’ve learned not to.”

“Sweetheart, you’re a submissive. You need certain things to be healthy. Saying nothing will make me happier than lying. Understand?”

“What do you think I’m lying about?” Daniel asks, looking innocent.

“You touch yourself. To say that you’ve learned not to is ridiculous.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks, expression blank. “You’ll lock me up? Isolate me? Come up with some chemical to solve the problem? Maybe a surgery? How about you tell me now what you’ll do to me, sweetheart , so we can stop this bullshit where you pretend to be nice to me,” Daniel says, so much venom in his tone he’s practically spitting.

“If you don’t like ‘sweetheart,’ I won’t say it,” Liam responds easily enough. He leans over and stops the recording, deciding Daniel’s trust has now become the priority. For a submissive with this high of a designation to be so hostile towards a Dominant he sexually responds to, to shut down his instincts at every opportunity, to lie—well, the only conclusion is that Daniel has been very badly handled indeed.

“I’ll deal with you the same way I’d deal with any misbehaving boy: let you know that I’m unhappy and spank the hell out of you. You’d be touching yourself then, princess.”

The boy blushes. He blinks repeatedly, as if he’s shocked. “Princess. No.” He seems to run out of words. Another long blink. “I don’t touch myself. I’ve learned not to. I’m not—I don’t want to make you mad, Sir.”

“I’m sure you don’t. A submissive with your designation would hate to make their Dominant mad.”

Once Daniel is secure in their relationship of submissive and Dominant then hopefully the situation will resolve itself naturally because Daniel will trust him. But if it doesn’t, then Liam will take steps to make sure Daniel understands that lying to the Dominant who’s responsible for his care isn’t acceptable.

But it shouldn’t come to that.

“You’re submissive, so you need a Dominant to take care of you—a very high-level one who can get you into subspace so you don’t have a hormonally induced drop. You’ve got both physical and mental needs, and it’s even more important for someone special like you to have a partner you match up with.”

“And that’s you?” Daniel asks.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I hope so. But you’re a little out of my league, if we’re being honest. The problem is that you’re so high needs that we can’t even find a Dominant who would be a good match for you. Your equivalent is probably… well, not sane.”

“Killed.”

Liam doesn’t have a response. He clears his throat. “I think the trick will be making sure I can give you enough to keep you content. Lying, for example. What might a Dominant who is equal to you do if you lied?” he asks and tries to meet Daniel’s gaze, but Daniel turns his attention to the wall, a flush of shame climbing up his cheeks.

He doesn’t answer.

“Daniel?”

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

“Guess.”

“Do you think my father will die?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think…. Could you ask me again after you find out?”

“Yes, Daniel. I can do that.”

Liam can’t help but hope the old man drops dead immediately.