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“I just want to be with you. Be safe and kept.”
“You’re mine, Craig. Do you understand? I think I’ve been waiting for you for years, and now you’re here. I don’t want to let you go. I do want to keep you safe. I want to lock up your cock and keep the key. I want you in my home and in my bed every single night.”
“Yes. Please… yes.” There isn’t anything else to say.
“Good boy.”
“Want to be knotted now,” Craig whispers.
“No. Not yet,” Sam says, almost kindly, and strokes Craig’s hair. “Go ahead and suck, sweetheart. I want you a little deeper in your submission first.”
He whimpers. And that does the trick, though later he won’t be sure why. Submission washes over him as he obeys, a warm current of peace that makes him relax and has his hole throb with the need to be filled.
Craig sucks on his Daddy’s knot for long moments.
“Tell me?” he begs when Sam pulls him off for a moment.
“I want you tight. No playing and stretching that little hole open while I’m distracted. Daddy wants you good and slutty. So no fingers in that pretty bottom. That’s mine now, sweetheart.”
That rolls over him, shocking and right. He can’t touch his hole because it doesn’t belong to him anymore. “Yes, Daddy.”
Sam’s hand fists in Craig’s hair, forcing his head to lift. “I’ll cuff you if that would be easier,” he says, voice low and laced with Dominant growl.
“I’m yours,” he promises. All of him. If he has to ache and burn with denial, so his hole feels just right on Sam’s knot, then that’s how it should be. It feels good to be told to keep his hands off himself, to think that his Daddy will be paying attention and has specific things he wants and needs from his boy.
“Daddy?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I want you to take whatever you need.”
Sam stares down at him and touches Craig’s bottom lip gently. His large cock is standing straight up, veins prominent. It twitches as his Daddy plays with his bottom lip, a sign of just how much his Daddy wants Craig’s mouth back on him.
“Do you want to be barbed, baby?”
That old fear is suddenly there again. That this is a trap, he’ll reveal how much he wants his Daddy’s barbs, and it will get taken away. He blinks and looks down, managing the barest nod.
Craig has been fantasizing about it over the last few days, looking up information about what it’s like, and even though he thinks he’ll enjoy it, he doesn’t know for sure. His Daddy is going to work a knot into him, play over his rim until Craig is a sobbing mess, and then the knot will lock, and if his Daddy is aroused enough, then his barbs will come out, lock inside Craig in an attempt to get even more pleasure and control over his submissive.
To breed him in the most animalistic way possible.
Which means extra girth, extra sensation, and an answering arousal so sharp it can’t be described as pleasure or pain. He doesn’t know if he’s going to like it, but he wants to. He wants to love it. He hopes he’ll have to struggle with it and make peace with every sensation.
Like being knotted but more. Worse and better.
Something that’s scary and which requires all of his trust and devotion. It’s him giving himself to his Dominant. Craig thinks it’s the ultimate sign of love. Good submissives, the very best submissives, do that.
And he wants to love it the right way. It feels like he’s only ever wanted things the wrong way.
“Sometimes I think it’ll be better if I don’t like it,” he confesses.
“Pretty boy,” Sam rumbles and urges him closer, warm hand behind his neck, pulling him up so Craig can kiss Sam on the lips. “What do you mean, baby?”
He wishes he could hide. Heat rushes up to his face; his voice is too quiet, but it’s such a hard thing to admit to. “Won’t you be proud of me then? Or… or maybe I’ll be proud of myself?”
“I’d rather we cage you. If you need it to be confident and proud, then we cage you. But I don’t want to hurt you with my barbs. And a lot of submissives don’t enjoy it. If you’re not enough of a masochist for it, then I really don’t mind. I swear I don’t. Do you understand? We’ll try it once, and if it’s not right for either of us, then that’s okay.”
That takes a moment to comprehend.
