Page 21 of Designation Prey

“Now let’s get the wand in you. It goes deep.” Daniel doesn’t look as Liam gets the wand ready. He can hear the slathering of lubricant and his hips tilt even more, an instinctive response. The plastic wand isn’t all that cold but the lubricant Liam slathers on his hole is. And then he’s breached. The wand eases inside him, a stretch as his hole opens.

“Relax. Let it in. It’s not very big, honey. Just let it in,” Liam says.

“Oh god.” He’s going to come. This is too much. “Stop. Out. Take it out.”

“Why?” Liam asks. He goes still, using his free hand to rub soothing circles on Daniel’s back.

Daniel can’t say. They’ll hurt him if he’s honest.

“You’re clenching and releasing all over this wand, honey. And your cock is dripping. Do you need to come, Daniel? You can, baby.”

He whimpers. “Can I? Please?” Daniel begs, half expecting to get punished for begging but risking it because the need to come is too intense.

“Of course. Yes. What pretty manners you have, sweetheart.”

Daniel moans and comes, shifting a little so the head of the wand squeezes his glands. He knows he should be quiet but he can’t help it. There’s something inside him, finally, and his Dominant is here and the scent of him is in Daniel’s lungs. It’s perfect.

“Oh, oh. Th-thank you! Thank you,” he gasps, and then sobs into the shirt.

“You needed that, didn’t you?” Liam asks roughly. He strokes his hand up and down Daniel’s back and then he’s reaching between Daniel’s legs, stripping Daniel’s cock in quick, long strokes. Daniel flinches at the touch, conditioned to pain and denial.

“Shh, it’s alright to feel good, Daniel. I’m glad you came.”

The words don’t even make sense. They’re just not believable. No one has ever told him his pleasure was a good thing.

There’s a sob stuck in his throat. He sniffles, knowing he’s soaking the shirt with his tears. “I’m sorry I’m crying.”

“Did they tell you not to cry, too?” Liam sighs. “Of course they did. That’s wrong, Daniel. It’s good and right that you’re crying. High-level submissives need to cry. You have too many hormones to get out. You can’t come enough, baby. It’s another form of release and you need it. Let it happen. You’ll cry a lot with me, Daniel. And I love it. I love the tears, and I love to make you cry and get you feeling better. That’s just how you’re built, that’s the submissive designation. And that’s how I want you, too. You cry and then you curl up next to me and let Daddy fix it.”

Daddy. Is that who Liam will be to him? Daniel sobs harder. He couldn’t stop the tears even if he wanted to. Which he doesn’t. It’s as if everything was a lie. How is it that this stranger is the kindest person he’s met since the change happened? How does he know all the right things to say and do?

Maybe because this isn’t real, either. It’s Liam’s job. This is what Daniel gets because his father isn’t around to control who has access to him. Because his current doctor wants him to be treated like a submissive. If he’d just been a random soldier, would his life have been better?

Hasn’t he known the answer to that for years?

And now Liam has called himself Daddy. Might Daniel get to call him that, too? Can he get this Dominant to be his Daddy and take care of him? At least for a little while? The sobbing takes all of his attention and he barely notices the wand inside him as Liam finishes the exam. Then it slides out and Daniel moans at the loss.

“I know, you need something inside you. We’ll get you filled up, Daniel. On your side,” Liam says, and Daniel obeys, lying down on his side. Gentle touches encourage him to pull his knees up, getting him into a fetal position because he’s still crying and that feels right. “How about you tuck your fingers into your hole for me? Self-soothe, sweetheart. Can you do that?”

He’s not supposed to. He’s never been allowed. There was always somebody with him to make sure he didn’t succumb to any of his submissive impulses. They didn’t even let him shower alone. He had to leave the door unlocked and ajar for the bathroom.

Now Liam is telling him to do the things he fantasizes about. How many times did he ache and feel half crazed because he couldn’t have something in his ass, stretching him open and full when he needed it?

Ever since the change he’s felt empty. He looks at everyday objects and imagines them inside him. It’s horrible and disgusting how fixated on it he’s always been.

A horrible, shameful thing that they knew to watch out for.

But he didn’t ask to be like this. He can trust no one. Everyone is always waiting for him to fail. And he does. And then it’s back in for tests and corrective measures. More experiments.

Daniel shakes his head, scared of obeying the suggestion. It has to be a trap. He’s going to panic. He looks wildly at his Dominant, needing to see the lie on his handsome face.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I can’t! I’m not supposed to. It’s bad. What do I do?”

“You obey me. Now. Fingers in your hole! Soothe yourself.” His voice is like the crack of a whip, keeping Daniel’s past experiences from closing in.

Daniel freezes with indecision.

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