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“Pretty boy. Want isn’t the goal,” he murmurs, and Craig knows what he’s supposed to say. It’s scary to ask.
“No, it isn’t just want. I need… please?” That’s as far as he gets. There’s just too much conditioning and denial in his past that makes him keep his mouth shut.
His Dominant makes a “hmm” sound but doesn’t give in at all. He’s intent and focused, determined to make Craig as needy as possible over the coming days. His Daddy’s level of control is unusual.
Craig has seen training videos of what to expect when a submissive gets to share his cycle with a Dominant. The Dominant and submissive come together, filled up with hormones and urges that only the other can ease. The Dominant just wants to get relief, start coming, and get rid of all that hormone buildup, relieve the aggression and tension, the accumulation of lust.
Typically, the higher a Dominant is on the scale, the less control they have when their cycle starts. They’ll have their submissives prepped before they’re in the room, sometimes have them tied down or their submissive cycles started artificially. That way, they can just mount and rut and not deal with their partner at all. Their needs are so intense they’re almost feral. They use and discard their partners.
And when the next cycle hits, most high-level Dominants are on to the next, uninterested in being with the same submissive. Usually, the submissive isn’t interested in experiencing the Dominant again, either. It’s hard to be used and discarded, to feel like a thing, to get pleasure even when it’s so impersonal.
Just a biological imperative.
Craig had seen those videos, and of course he’d found them arousing—that was part of what he liked, what he imagined for himself, getting mounted and knotted again and again—but he’d always felt bad for those submissive soldiers who got used and left. “Pumped and dumped” was what the Dominants joked. Because once their cycles were over, the relationship was over, too. They gave their bodies away, and then they were alone again.
It was just sex, and Craig’s never thought of himself as someone who can “just have sex” without a relationship. Craig had put it into his reward contract that he wanted a permanent Dominant because the idea of being casually mounted and discarded makes him physically ill and always has. The military hadn’t been happy about it and wanted him to just be available. They’d told him a good submissive just accepted. After all, soldiers would have need of him. Who was he to want one specific partner when he had the modifications he did?
But he’d not given in to the pressure. One of the doctors who’d helped him with his choices, who he’d seen again after some of his mental training and conditioning, had taken pity on him and told him he needed to be careful. That he was likely to bond intensely with whoever first dominated him.
With the modifications and genetic engineering he’d endured, that was just how it would be for him.
Maybe he should tell Sam that he’s prone to bonding, but he doesn’t want to risk denial. All he wants is a Dominant, a chance to have this. He can deal with what happens when the cycle is over later. If he does bond with Sam, then so what? At least he’ll have had this. He’ll have had the experience he gave his life away for. He’s sick of excuses and tricks being used to keep him from his reward.
He saw a demonstration once, just once, where the Dominant behaved more like Sam is now, patient and able to wait, dedicated to making the submissive partner crazed with lust, and Craig had cried. It was just so beautiful.
But then he’d been denied again, and the result was the same—Craig had caused another destructive scene. The videos had stopped and they didn’t usually talk to him about his reward after that.
“Easy now,” Sam growls, and it isn’t just three fingers screwing into him, but a fourth. “Beautiful, Craig,” he praises once the fingers are seated.
He jiggles his fingers again, and it’s more discomfort than pleasure. It builds up in intensity, passing over into something harsh and demanding, and Craig submits, shivering through the rough treatment.
“Daddy!” he gasps then whimpers until Sam stops. But Craig doesn’t fight. It doesn’t even occur to him to protest.
“Good boy. You’re opening up really well for me. Did that hurt, baby? Let’s give you a second to settle,” Sam says and kisses Craig’s jaw soothingly. “How good you are,” he murmurs as the kisses continue. His stubble scrapes over Craig’s skin, and Craig is dizzy with how good it feels. “You didn’t fight me at all, did you?” His Dominant is pleased.
“No, I… I won’t fight you,” he promises and offers more of his neck.
“Poor boy, was that a lot?” he asks as if it’s a secret between them. Craig doesn’t know why that does something for him, but it does. His stomach flutters, and he tries to lean back into the Dominant. His Daddy.
“I really need your cock, Daddy,” he whispers.
Sam chuckles into his neck, and he gets stroked inside, rubbed over his gland, and it feels like a reward. “And I need to give it to you, but I want you how I want you.”
“How… oh god, Daddy, how do you want me?” he breathes, helpless to do anything but wait for whatever happens next.
“Desperate. Willing. Open. I want everything from you, Craig. Can Daddy push you a little harder?”
He nods in agreement, and his Daddy’s fingers push and work away inside him, making Craig’s hole ache and throb with the rough intensity, his hips trying to chase the movement, make it easier to bear. Then his Daddy stops and holds still, fingers tucked tight into Craig’s hole as his passage spasms and ripples before clutching around his Daddy’s steady fingers and settling back down.
“Good boy, good boy,” his Daddy says, and Craig listens to his voice, gets used to the sensation of being invaded and hurt, and then a moment of recovery and lots of praise.
Affection.
“Yes, please. Daddy, it’s good,” he whispers and doesn’t even recognize his own voice. It’s so soft and high, so small. His Dominant—his Daddy—nuzzles at his jaw, kisses over his pulse point, then the gland in his neck, and Craig sighs in pleasure. Relief. It’s an exhale he’s been waiting for his whole damned life. What hasn’t Craig been willing to give to get here?
“Incredible. I couldn’t ask for a better response, sweetheart. A lot of submissives struggle with that. It’s a test to see if you’re going to have difficulty over the next few days, and you were perfect. Pliant and sweet, submissive, willing to hurt for my pleasure. Fuck, I want to be in you. Almost done, and then you get cock. Just a little more for Daddy,” Sam says, and his fingers slip out.
A terrible feeling of loss overcomes Craig at the emptiness. As if he’s being left alone again.
