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Craig clutches at his shoulders.
“I see you,” he breathes into Craig’s open mouth. “I’m what you need, and now you’re mine. I’m going to ruin you, sweetheart. You won’t ever look at anyone besides me. You’ll come to me for everything. Daddy will make everything better.”
“God, yes,” he whimpers and kisses Sam’s palm, sucks the skin into his mouth, and then moves to Sam’s fingers.
“Enough for now. Let’s wreck that pretty hole on Daddy’s knot.”
Before Craig can respond—though he has no idea what he’d say beyond “yes” or “please” or something equally inspiring—Sam wraps a hand around his throat and urges him up off the couch. The touch is careful and guiding.
He backs Craig to the bedroom, watching Craig’s face as he leads him.
“Close your eyes, trust that I’ll get you where I want you.”
He starts to crumple to the ground, weak at the idea, and Sam puts a hand between Craig’s legs, propping him up by his taint and balls. It makes him stand upright again.
“Daddy!”
Craig squeezes his eyes shut, and Sam chuckles. “Good boy.”
He gets a rough pat against his taint as praise, and Craig makes a sound he’s never made before, desperate and confused about whether he loved or hated it.
It’s hard to walk blindly backward, to trust that his Daddy is leading him to the right place, but he does.
“Good boy. Open your eyes.”
Sam grunts at the sight of the black breeding pillow on Craig’s bed. It’s black leather and has a removable center which creates a wide hole, so Craig can’t get pressure and friction against his cock and balls. The height of it means his ass will be raised and easy to get into.
Sam strips off his clothes.
“You did some shopping. Good boy.”
“Thank you. I… this is what I fantasize about.”
“Then this is what you should have.”
Sam picks up the cuffs and clips them onto the pillow while Craig gets to stare at his Dominant and how gorgeous he is, naked and aroused.
His cock is hard and red but not dripping. Their cycle is over. They’ll need lube now.
Sam gestures for him to lie over the pillow, and Craig does, cock and balls over the cutout, whimpering as he gets cuffed into place, wrists secure against the leather.
He pulls experimentally but can’t fight. Euphoria spills through him and has him trying to hump at nothing, cock and balls bobbing uselessly. There will be no relief now. Not that way, at least, with his hand on his dick, pumping away and trying to come as if he’s something other than submissive.
There are thigh cuffs, too, and Sam wraps the heavily padded leather around each of Craig’s thighs, choosing the bolt holes at the farthest edge so Craig’s legs are pulled wide open.
He tries to move his legs, but he can’t. He can lift his hips a little, but not nearly as much as before. He can raise his chest, but it doesn’t get him anywhere.
There’s no escape, he thinks again.
He gasps in relief, tears spilling into the bedding. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. Are you comfortable?” Sam asks, putting a hand on Craig’s lower back.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” he says and gives Craig’s ass a squeeze. Sam comes back with lube, fills a syringe, and parts Craig’s cheeks, exposing his hole.
“Daddy, I’m wet already.”
