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A nurse comes in wanting Liam to sign a few forms, and it’s as good a time as any to ask more about Daniel’s father and his chances of recovery. She reiterates that she thinks he’s going to recover but says she’ll let them know if she hears anything to the contrary.

It’s terrible. How awful must a father be for a child to be looking forward to their death? Knowing that’s their only chance at happiness?

The reality is that Liam isn’t going to get an honest answer out of Daniel because he is more afraid of his father than Liam. His father is the most controlling influence in his life.

Liam needs to start at the beginning if he’s gonna have any chance at all of understanding this complicated submissive.

He comes back into the room and gives Daniel the lack of news. “If anything changes, she’ll let us know.”

Daniel once again chews on his bottom lip. It makes him look very young, very innocent. “I’m sorry I said I didn’t want to be called sweetheart. And said the other stuff.”

“That’s alright. You’ve a right to be defensive.” He tries not to smile, noting that Daniel’s biggest apology was about an endearment. Underneath the fear and snark is undoubtedly a sweet boy who lives for praise. And to be chased down and mauled like prey.

But one step at a time. Liam also notices that the sheet is artfully arranged so as to reveal a fair amount of his body. He’d hidden himself when the nurse came in but apparently decided to expose himself for when Liam came back.

Good boy.

Liam approaches the bed, looking his fill at the young man who will soon be his. There’s a fine line in the crease of Daniel’s thigh, just above where his oddly small and nonreactive mounting gland is.

Liam wants to gently brush his fingers over the area, pull the skin taut so he can get a better look. “Is that a scar?”

Daniel’s hand slides down, stopping at his stomach. He wonders how many times Daniel has been told not to touch, has started sliding his hand down his body to touch himself and been ordered not to.

“I got too… there’s a discharge that happens to me,” Daniel confesses, sounding ashamed.

“Yes, you self-lubricate. It happens to some submissive men. When they’re very high on the scale and require a lot of rough sex to drop thoroughly.”

“What?” Daniel asks.

“I don’t understand the question,” Liam says.

“Are you saying I’m not the only one that does this?”

“No, I’d guess there are about thirty percent of submissive men who self-lubricate. And there are a lot of Dominants who spill a lot of pre-come when they’re aroused, and most likely that’s to help mate with a submissive. To make a quick, rough mounting easier.”

“Quick, rough mounting,” he mumbles, sounding shocked.

“You should have that a lot, Daniel. It’ll be good for you.”

“That isn’t my decision.” He glances down at Liam’s groin. The question is unspoken but there.

“Yes, I do leak, Daniel.”

Daniel takes a deep breath in and then lets it out slowly. “You stopped recording?”

“I did.”

“Are there other recording devices in this room?”

“No, sweetheart. There are not.”

He nods. “They took one gland to stop me getting so wet and aroused. I couldn’t have functioned in the field.”

Liam looks back down at the scar. “Did they discuss taking your submissive glands?” Much like a lobotomy in the early twentieth century, it wasn’t a good fucking idea, but when has that ever stopped anyone?

“They were still trying to get approval. There was concern for my ability to fight. They wanted to take out the submissive glands and put in Dominant glands and that was much too experimental, it kept getting pushed back. My father couldn’t find a surgeon willing to do it. And they didn’t know if my body would reject the glands. When my father gets better, he’ll keep trying. People don’t say no to General Burrows for long,” Daniel says, unwilling to look at him.

It’s evil, that’s what it is.

“What else did they do to try to make you into a Dominant?” Liam asks, even though he doesn’t want to think about it. This poor boy. “Can I touch you? I really want to touch you, but I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.” The question bursts out of Liam.

Daniel looks so lost, what’s been done to him is so wrong, and Liam just wants him to feel good, and safe, and like he doesn’t have to apologize and be ashamed. He’s the furthest thing from a disappointment.

“If you want,” Daniel whispers, looking down. It’s either a very submissive invitation—which is how Liam’s body interprets it, his cock leaking fluid, wanting to ease the way so he can mount the submissive in front of him—or it could be because Daniel thinks he can’t say no.

“Daniel, you can say no to me.”

Daniel chews his lower lip, brow furrowed for a long moment. “You think that’s what I want?” he asks, sounding hurt.

“I hope not. I’m just trying to make sure. You haven’t had as many choices as you should have.” And his responses are not typical of a submissive who desires a Dominant. He’s more reserved than the men Liam is used to. It’s throwing him off.

Daniel chuckles. “I suppose that’s true. I don’t want to say no,” he whispers, face going bright red. “Not to you.” The scent of aroused submissive rises around him.

Liam growls and Daniel’s hand strays towards his cock again.

Daniel stops himself and turns his head away, anxiety rising again. “It all feels like a trap. Another one. How do I know what’s real?”

He glances at Liam’s groin, but Liam’s got Dominant briefs on so he can get hard and it shouldn’t be too visible unless his pants are really tight. Daniel looks disappointed.

“Were you looking for the shape of me? Wanting to see evidence that I want you?” Submissives do like to know they’re wanted. They like to see proof.

“There’s no reason you would,” he mutters. “I know what I look like, and there’s no reason you’d want me. You don’t have to pretend.”

“I’ve got special underwear on, Daniel. It’s designed to support my knot if it starts to swell, like it is now because you smell so good, and contain all the pre-come I’m leaking because I want to fuck you. It’s not very professional to walk around with my dick hard and wet. That’s why you can’t tell.”

“That’s fine,” Daniel whispers morosely.

Liam grips himself through his pants, letting Daniel see the outline.

Once again, he’s wide-eyed and curious.

“See? That’s for you, honey.”

“Now?” Daniel’s hips roll upwards in invitation.

“No, not now. We have to get out of here and then you’ll get it.” Liam grins at him, pleased Daniel is so excited.

Liam moves into his space, keeping eye contact so Daniel can feel the helplessness of his position. Just a submissive lying down on a bed, weak and naked, an aroused Dominant looming over him.

Daniel whimpers, mouth opening as he licks his lips. Liam is planning on pressing his lips to Daniel’s forehead, but Daniel tilts his head, crashing their lips together. Daniel makes a high-pitched little sound, mewling, inviting, then tries to shift, automatically going to present for mounting.

Liam chuckles, holding him still, and kisses him quickly on the mouth. “That’s lovely. Good and eager, I like that. But not here, baby. I want to get you out of here before I mount you. I know I’ll knot you and mine take a long time to go down.”

“I’ve never been knotted before. Never… had anything inside me before,” Daniel confesses. “They didn’t like that, at all.”

“Well, that was wrong. Pretty submissive like you needs to be filled up all the time,” he says, voice low and gruff. The idea of teaching Daniel his own body, watching him make himself feel good and come, is unbearably arousing. “You must have played with yourself a little,” Liam continues, voice rough at the very idea. “Tucked your fingers into that tight little hole of yours before you went to sleep at night?”

“No.”

“Not ever?”

He can see Daniel deciding whether he should be honest or not.

“I’m on your side, sweetheart. I’m here for you, not your father. Not the military.”

“I was… tempted. I tried once, but they were waiting for it. For me to… give in. I was locked up at night with handcuffs so that didn’t happen again.”

Liam knows he hasn’t misheard but it’s fucking unbelievable. This young man was handcuffed so he didn’t touch himself?

“That’s really… how do you feel about that?” Liam asks, catching his judgment just in time. Liam knows it’s awful, but he’s not sure Daniel does.

“Masturbation is not acceptable.”

“Well, I’m personally going to hell, then. And I’m pretty sure everyone else is, too.”

Daniel frowns, a flush crawling up his chest. It mottles his skin and maybe Liam shouldn’t find it appealing, but he’s pretty sure he’s just going to like everything about Daniel. “Okay. Let’s get this over with so we can get you out of here. Is that a good idea?”

“Yes.”

“Now then, we have to figure out how close your heat is. Which means an ultrasound. It’s gotta go inside you.”

Daniel blushes and his scent changes, a mixture of anxiety and lust.

“How about I help get you ready for that? We’ll open you up on my fingers, give you a release or two, and then check. Does that sound okay?”

“That… that needs to be done?” Daniel asks shyly.

“Yeah, it does. I’ll be gentle as can be. It’s a very small wand.” He picks it up, showing it to Daniel. It’s no thicker than a small dildo.

Daniel’s arousal spikes at the sight of it, his hips lifting and lowering in a tilt as he stares at it hungrily. Liam feels like an idiot. Daniel is a submissive and he does want to be fucked, he just hasn’t been. And he’s so submissive he probably doesn’t care how gentle Liam is.

“This is a medical procedure, Daniel. It has to be done.”

Daniel whimpers in relief, very faint and soft.

Liam decides to test him a little more. “I need this from you now, Daniel,” he says. “You be good and let me.”

“I can’t say no?” he whispers, then breaks out into goose bumps. His hand strays down again. He clenches his hand into a fist, stopping himself from touching his weeping cock. Two perfect drops spill onto his stomach.

“No, you don’t get to say no to me. Because I’m your Dominant. I know what’s best for you and what you need. Only me.” He’s supposed to be saying this to check Daniel’s responses to dominance, but as Liam is saying it, his own cock is hardening, eager to claim the submissive.

“I’ll be so good for you, Sir,” he begs, pretty and vulnerable.

“You’re just the best boy in the world, Daniel, aren’t you? Why do I think you wouldn’t say no to me? You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? So fucking good and obedient.”

“If—if you want me. Please, want me… I won’t say no,” he says, and closes his eyes. Tears glimmer on his lashes and he takes a deep shaky breath. He’s so goddamned beautiful and he doesn’t even know it. As if Liam wouldn’t want to just live with his dick buried inside him. He’s never met a submissive he’s wanted to have cry on his knot more. Daniel should be confident and needy, not afraid and uncertain.

“Look at me. I want you. You smell like a ripe submissive and you’re gonna make me pop my knot here pretty soon, you’ve got me so worked up.”

“I’m not doing anything.” It’s hesitant. Daniel licks his lips. Liam’s surprised Daniel doesn’t ask to see his cock, he seems so curious and needy, gaze drawn back down between Liam’s legs.

“You are. You’re submissive and sweet and getting all wet for me. I love good, slutty boys, honey. You’re so perfect, it won’t take much to get a reaction out of me. You’re gonna live on my knot for as long as I have you. How do you feel about that?”

“Good, Sir.” Daniel grinds down against the bed in need.

“That’s it, good boy. I’m going to touch you now,” Liam murmurs. He drags the sheet completely off of Daniel, exposing him to the room. Daniel sighs, probably happy to be put on display. “Get those legs open for me. Hold them back, show Daddy everything, baby.”

Daniel obeys, his pretty pink hole on display. “That’s the position I want you in,” Liam says. Daniel’s hole is clenching, but he’s not dripping slick like he should be. His submissive glands must be blocked up. Liam puts a glob of cool slick on his fingers, rubbing until it’s warm. Daniel is watching him eagerly.

“A boy like you should start with two.” He rubs them over Daniel’s hole then presses his fingers inside. Daniel whimpers, arching back, mouth opening in pleasure.Liam has to stop almost immediately and adjust, crooking his fingers downwards to accommodate the gland. Daniel’s gland is so large it interferes with just sinking into him.

Daniel yelps at the contact and tears fill his eyes. For just a moment Liam contemplates taking his fingers out, just giving the boy one, but Daniel is no ordinary submissive. He needs pain.

“Oh, sweetheart, this must be so painful,” he says, staying still.

His submissive glands are clearly working overtime. And there could be a few reasons for that. He might be close to heat. It might be whatever they did to try to turn him into a Dominant.It might be the imbalance of his mounting glands, and so his submissive glands are trying to compensate. It might just be that he doesn’t get them expressed or get something inside to keep them soft and healthy.

“No, I—no,” Daniel whimpers, and his passage ripples against Liam’s fingers, wanting to suck him in deeper.

“Sorry, sweetheart. It will get better. You’re really sore, poor thing.” He slowly works his fingers in and out, grazing the gland carefully. Daniel’s breathing hitches, his neck and face getting flushed, and he rocks gently against his fingers.

Liam pulls out.

“Oh,” Daniel says, sounding devastated.

“We’re not done. You’re opening easily, and it should feel pretty good, I think.” Liam uses a bit more lube and slowly presses two in, watching Daniel’s hole open right up. He’s careful of Daniel’s massive gland while he goes deep, letting him feel full for a moment. “We’ll go slow as you need.”

Daniel nods and whimpers. His gaze stays locked on Liam like a good submissive.

“Are you watching me for approval or to see if it’s making me hard?”

“Yes. I mean both,” Daniel says, after another sharp inhale. “Want you to like it. Like me.”

“I do. Very much. How about you move a little? Rock against my fingers. I think you can come, sweetheart.”

Daniel blinks at him, eyes shining with tears. “And it’s… okay? To do it from this?”

Which makes Liam want to kill everyone who’s even so much as looked at Daniel Burrows. “More than okay. Necessary. This is how you’re meant to come.”

Daniel’s passage clenches around his fingers, then his cock twitches and a fat spill of come slips out of him. His hand strays towards his cock.

“Hand at your side, honey. This is what we’re doing right now,” Liam orders. “Now, go on, Daniel. I’m waiting. I want this for you. Make me happy, boy.”

“Oh, D—hmm,” he says, catching himself. His hips rock while he grinds against Liam’s fingers, almost instantly stiffening, cock jerking as he comes, flooding messily all over his stomach. Daniel doesn’t stop, working Liam’s fingers before he’s even done pulsing. He rocks and rocks and then comes again with a startled cry, pressing hard into Liam’s fingers, a filthy grind against the gland. The gland softens and shrinks; he can feel it as Daniel pants and gets his breath back.

“Good boy. That’s just wonderful, Daniel.”

Daniel looks to him for approval, tentative and sweet. “I did it right?”

It’s an awful question. “Yes, Daniel. You were perfect.”

Daniel covers his face with his hands and sobs. “I haven’t done anything right in—” He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to.

It’s going to be difficult to let the pretty submissive go.