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“Do all submissives cry?” he asks, and his voice is raspy. He has no idea how long it’s been. Two days? Three? Is it day or night? He doesn’t need to know. His Daddy does.
Sam kisses his neck and breathes him in. “It takes everyone differently,” he says.
“I don’t think I can stop crying.”
“Then don’t.”
“Is it bad?”
“No. It’s what you need. It’s what you get out of it. Does it feel like a release?”
It’s the most perfect thing he’s ever felt. He’s wrung out and hollow in an odd way. He’s cried out so much emotion that he’s blank and soft inside. At peace. He’s never felt peace before.
“I love it,” he confesses.
“Good boy. I love it, too. It suits you. It’s a good thing you have a Daddy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says, and a little hiccup of a sob stalls in his throat.
“Pretty boy, it’s okay. Don’t try to fight it. You can let it out. You’re safe here with me. For as long as it takes, I’ll decide everything. I’ll take care of you and meet your needs. All you have to do is let me.”
“I want to be good for you. I want—” It’s all Craig’s ever wanted.
He’s dependent upon his Dominant, hazy with need and confusion, and the hormonal craving to be near Sam and keep his cock and knot inside at all times compels him to stay close. It’s all he thinks about. It feels good and right to think about his Dominant. Simple.
And right now, it’s not shameful to fixate on how much he needs to be knotted. It’s acceptable because he’s submissive, and he has to meet the needs of his Dominant.
This is the time when Craig can let himself be used as he’s always wanted. He won’t be wanton or slutty or wrong. He’ll have no choice; it isn’t up to him. All he can do is give in and be a toy for his Daddy. Give comfort. Hurt so his Daddy won’t have to.
He knowspeople think becoming submissive is a tragedy. He read stories before he joined the military—accounts of submissive soldiers who developed this bizarre quirk of biology that was turning up in men and changing them, a counterpoint to the dominance the military was attempting to create.
Craig knew the dangers and heard the horror stories. And he’d wished it was him.
That’s his most shameful secret. He’d gone into the military requesting to be submissive. He can’t help but wonder if he’s the only man who ever wanted this to happen. If the rest were tragedies, each and every one. Except him.
But for Craig, being submissive is who he is.
And he can’t believe how right it feels to be not just impaled butstuck.Helpless. Tied. His favorite moment is when the knot is still inside him, and his rim burns and aches from the stretch. There’s a steady demand upon him, and even breathing in and then exhaling makes that occupied place inside of him pulse. The constant mating will wear him down, he realizes dimly. By the time it’s over, he might not be so calm.
His brain is foggy, and his limbs are heavy and warm.
Sam’s hand is on his stomach, protectively holding him. They’re on their sides, and he doesn’t know how that happened.
His Daddy’s cock twitches deep inside him, has Craig flaring bright and sharp inside, and he makes a soft sound at the discomfort.
“No struggling. Just accept, sweetheart.”
“Daddy,” Craig whimpers in response, trying to obey, willing to do anything to be his Daddy’s good boy.
Sam coos at him and kisses his neck. Always so careful of him. “That’s right. Daddy. I’m here. Now you get to rest, and Daddy will take care of you. You’re perfect, Craig.”
There’s a lump in Craig’s throat, a sense that he’s earned this rest. And he’s earned the right to call this man Daddy. Before, it was false, a claim filled with hope and demand. He was an imposter, and it hadn’t felt real, but after several rounds of mating, this man is his Daddy.
His body is pushed to the limit, and he doesn’t have to worry or stay alert, doesn’t have to request anything because he’s surrounded by someone who will give him what he needs, anything he wants, because he’s done so well, taken care of his Daddy, and what they’ve exchanged with each other is a soul-deep promise.
For the first time in his entire life, he knows he’s good and worthy in a way that matters.
It should have been serving his country that made him feel like a valuable member of society. A brave man. But it didn’t. There was always something missing, some vague sense that he was alone or unloved or that if he stopped, the praise and camaraderie would all go away.
