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Craig whimpers. There’s no other explanation. It has to be happening, doesn’t it? Finally? The man behind him groans as he gets his cock out. Craig shivers, positive the heat is more intense now, as if he can feel the echo of just how hot and heavy with arousal his Dominant is.
He takes in deep breaths, trying to scent the man’s need. His Dominant. Not just any man, but he might actually be Craig’s.
This might be real.
“You pushed me right into my release cycle, Craig. You’re so fucking gorgeous. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
“I… yes… D-Daddy,” he says, even though he shouldn’t say it yet. Shouldn’t get his hopes up even though the man called him a good boy. There’s no laughing, though. The man just grunts, and Craig is stupid enough to think it might be approval.
Fingers are pressed against his lips, and Craig gasps and licks automatically.
“There you go. Suck, sweetheart,” he orders. Craig savors the first taste of his Dominant, and he wishes he’d been brave enough to turn around and look, watch his Dominant fist his cock, as he got those first few pearls of release to well out of his erection.
Craig swallows eagerly, runs his tongue over and between each finger, and whimpers for more. It’s real. This is his Dominant. He wouldn’t be getting release if they weren’t going to let him be with this man.
That would be over the line. Illegal. Cruel and unusual punishment considering how he’s been trained and altered.
The fingers are pulled out of his mouth, and Craig cries out at the loss, fisting his hands at his side so he doesn’t grab onto his Dominant. He waits for more but doesn’t get it. His Dominant’s breathing has picked up, and there’s a slick shuffling sound—he’s jerking off, working out more release.
Craig is shaking. Maybe he could turn around now? What an admission that would be, a sign of trust and expectation. He doesn’t. Just in case.
Warm fingers touch Craig’s ass, knuckles brushing over his skin, and Craig breaks out into goose bumps.
“Good boy,” his Dominant murmurs, and after Craig’s cheeks are parted with one hand, slick fingers swipe gently over Craig’s hole, coating his entrance with pre-release to prepare him for penetration. When a Dominant enters his release cycle, his pre-come is filled with hormones meant to arouse his submissive. And of course Craig wants that, and is eager to burn with lust for his Dominant, but it can be torture too.
What could be more vicious than to give a submissive pre-release hormones and leave them with nothing but their own lonely misery?
“If… If I’m not going to get it, then you need to stop now… I can’t, I… this is too much. Please don’t lie to me,” he begs.
A hand fists in his hair and pulls his head back, and he finally sees the man who is going to claim him. He’s stunned at the sight of him. Gray eyes, short brown hair, skin tanned and a little weathered, older than Craig by maybe a decade. An actual Daddy, then. He’s going to see to Craig properly.
“Nothing is going to stop this from happening, Craig,” he says, the words a vow that wash over him like a warm breeze. “The only person who can stop this is you, if you say no. But I’m going to put so much cream on that pretty little hole of yours that you won’t even think about telling Daddy no.”
7
Craig isn’t the only one who’s desperate for this to happen, he realizes. It’s a revelation.
Maybe this man has been denied, too.
“I won’t say no,” Craig promises. “I won’t if you won’t. I swear.”
The Dominant—Sam—puts a hand on Craig’s hip, tugging him backward so his ass is offered, his hole exposed. He’s already beginning to warm from Sam’s hormones.
“That’s a good boy,” Sam says. “Then it’s done, sweetheart. You and me. We’ll go through this together.”
“Please. Oh, please. I’ve never been mated before…” Craig swallows hard, forcing the last word out. It’s almost silent. “Daddy.” Saying it to someone makes him feel nauseous and unsteady, horribly lonely and wanting. There’s conditioning and hope attached to that word. It’s been romanticized and used against him so many times.
“I’ll take care of you, boy.”
More release is swiped over his hole, rubbed and massaged into the delicate skin of his ring, warming and tingling as the seconds pass by. The fingers leave, and Craig’s hole clenches, twitching in response to the attention and fluid.
“Very nice,” Sam murmurs, and the next swipe of fluid isn’t just applied to him but pressed slowly and carefully inside his tight hole. He’s never felt anything like it, the heat and slickness, the stretch of his body as he’s opened on Sam’s fingers. Craig shivers and tilts his hips back so he’s easier to get into. He tries to look over his shoulder to see his Dominant’s expression.
If he’s pleased.
Sam’s so handsome. So strong and big. His cock is large and heavy, wet at the tip, a strand of come dangling off the end. His Dominant is definitely entering his release cycle, and he’s going to share that with Craig.
As much as Craig doesn’t want to trust it, there’s no other option than to believe it’s real and it’s finally happening. The military might lie to Craig and manipulate him because he’s submissive and more manageable, so they can get away with it. But they wouldn’t do that to a Dominant like Sam.
