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Tears of relief fill Craig’s eyes. It’s happening. He’s getting it. After all these years. Sam releases his neck, and Craig swallows hard, gasping loudly. “Daddy,” he sobs.
“Good boy, that’s it,” he says and holds Craig closely. “You’re gonna get more now.”
He should respond, but he can’t.
Sam presses harder, his Daddy’s release so slick that Craig’s body just gives, letting Sam slide deeper into his clenching passage even though there isn’t room, even though he feels like he’s about to split open inside. Craig can’t breathe, can’t do anything as that giant cock sinks farther inside him.
Is it pain he feels? How can it feel so good when it hurts so much? How can he feel right and at peace, and like he never wants it to end, when some part of him thinks of this as impossible, a violation, even though he wants it?
“You’re unbelievable, Craig. I’ve never been in an ass this tight. You’re like a vise. You’re so tight ithurts, sweetheart. Is that what you want? You want to hurt your Daddy?”
“I—Oh!” Craig whimpers, unable to respond.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” Sam grinds out.
His Dominant adjusts him, then gives Craig’s chest a squeeze, but it’s clear he just wants to be buried to the hilt, wants to ride him hard and fill him up.
It’s all Craig’s ever wanted.
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“You’re so soft and hot inside, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re giving to Daddy. You think you do, but you don’t.”
“Want to,” he tries to say.
“Course you do,” Sam murmurs, lips hot as they glide over Craig’s neck.
His Dominant pulls Craig down onto his cock, which steals his breath. He pulls Craig back, which makes him cry out. Then Sam slams deep, a thud that echoes up through his body.
Craig is overwhelmed, Sam’s cock searing him on the inside as he takes Craig’s ass. Sam ruts into him, Craig’s body struggling to get used to the invasion.
Sam’s cock is huge, much too big, and he whimpers at the brutality of it all, how helpless he is. The only thing he can do is accept and receive. Be submissive. Surrender. Warmth and satisfaction flood through him. He’s serving his purpose.
His own body releases hormones, and submission pours through him, down his synapses and veins, washing through every molecule of his body like hot light and molten fireworks.
“Daddy,” he thinks or says.
Craig moans as his Daddy spills more release into him. Craig has learned about every phase of mating with a Dominant, and some part of him knows this is another important moment. The fluid pulsing into him is hot. It burns and is meant to drive a submissive mad with the need to get fucked. He’ll be so desperate for this Dominant now.
It seems impossible to want him more. Unendurable.
He won’t survive losing this, he thinks, and wonders if he can still save himself.
Craig’s been lied to so many times, and maybe there’s some self-preservation in him after all because the need to fight and flee lights up inside him, and panic courses through his body. There’s no going back, there’s no escape, how will he cope with giving this much? What happens afterward? When this Dominant doesn’t keep him?
How will he survive being alone again? As hard as it was to be alone before, it will be worse after. He won’t manage. Because now he’s been kissed and touched and felt that golden flood of submission, and what if having everything he’s ever wanted is worse than deprivation because now he understands just how terrible his life was before?
He can’t go back. To that loneliness. His life felt like black, yawning grief. He was misery made flesh.
Panic forces him into motion, and he shoves at Sam, drags them both to the ground, and his Daddy’s cock slips out of him.
It’s a mistake. He realizes that in an instant.
It isn’t what Craig wants at all. He needs to be mated. He doesn’t want to flee.
Down on the ground, horribly empty, having gotten what he thought he wanted, he realizes what a lie it was. He needs to be bred. He needs to be joined with a Dominant.
Claimed.
