Page 26 of Designation Prey

Thrilling.

Beautiful.

One moment he was himself, felt like himself and the next… everything was about his Dominant. Everything narrowed down, became complicated and difficult. The moment the pain flashed through him and he’d wanted it to stop, he’d gone weirdly soft and lax. Almost tired. But warm or safe or something. Warm weakness spreading through him, stealing his ability to fight. Forcing him to give in. If Liam hadn’t stopped touching him, he’d still be out there, probably on Liam’s knot, struggling and crying and whimpering while he got fucked and his chest throbbed in agony.

Why did his Dominant stop?

Liam had known he couldn’t resist. He’d found it amusing, chuckling at Daniel’s inability to protest and fight. Because deep down Daniel really, really wanted it. And if it had gone on for too much longer, he’d have cried and just begged to get his Dominant’s knot. He cups his chest in his hands, squeezing gently and then letting go. That just hurts. No weakness. His pecs are all muscle and the nipples are flat. Touching them himself isn’t the same. His Dominant isn’t here, hasn’t told him to, isn’t doing it himself. He drops his hands.

He’ll leave it to his Dominant, then.My Dominant will help me, he thinks.

It’s a complicated thought after what he’s been through. A lot of people have wanted to help him, from the doctors to his own father. They’ve told him every slice, jab, drug, and torture was for his own good.

But it wasn’t.

Half an hour with a Dominant and he can see that all of it was lies. The only truth is to be found in Liam’s arms.

His Daddy.

When Liam cups his breasts and causes him pain, it’s glorious. Will it be the same way when he’s on the Dominant’s knot? Will it hurt and make him struggle and beg for it to end? Will he go weak all over and submit, unable to decide whether what he’s feeling is the best or worst pleasure in the world?

And how good will he feel after all the pain and difficulty? Not once has he felt better after the doctors did something to him. Just once he’d like to be willing to endure and have the end result be satisfaction.

Liam will give him that.

He’s denied his needs and instincts for all this time and now there’s nowhere left to hide. All he can do is give in. Thank god.

Liam is going to demolish him and put Daniel back together. Just thinking about it leaves him feeling heavy inside, aching and needing to be filled. The feelings are getting worse and more difficult to ignore now that he’s going to be with a Dominant. At least he won’t have to hold on for too long. Liam will take care of his submissive glands, so large and swollen they press against sensitive nerve endings, biologically designed to encourage a submissive to seek out a Dominant. To want their cock.

Daniel’s own cock twitches, drawing his gaze down to it. It’s too large. And when he’s hard, it’s fat and Dominant big. It’s ugly. The head of his cock is purple and where they wanted the knot to be is red. That’s the bit he hates the most and is where his eyes instantly go when he sees himself naked.

That little bulge which is the result of so many injections and minor surgeries. Things were put into the skin and under it, all in an attempt to kickstart and increase his Dominance. His father had been willing to let the doctors keep trying.

That hint of knot was the proof of what he should have been, so they said. The failure. Close but not. It almost looks right but isn’t.

Liam has already seen him naked and he still wants Daniel. He clings desperately to the idea.

His hand starts to move down and of course he hesitates, making sure the door is locked, worried someone is suddenly going to come in and yell at him or hurt him because he wants to touch himself. He has a Dominant now. A Dominant who doesn’t look at his body with shame and disgust or even disappointment. He wonders if his Dominant will touch his cock, rub the area or ignore it. Daniel isn’t even sure how it feels to be touched there. It’s something he’s been scared of for a while now.

He brushes his fingers gently over the area. It tingles and it might be pleasurable but he also hates it. It has a visceral feeling of wrongness.

Daniel turns away from the mirror and gets into the shower. He scrubs off the scent of the medical ward and his own distress. There’s blood under his nails and dried on his skin. He rinses off the lubricant Liam used to do the ultrasound exam. He hasn’t been wet like that in a long time, not that most (or any?) of it is actually his.

And yet, he’s been focused on not being wet for so long that the sudden switch in his thinking doesn’t feel right either. His underwear wet with slick was a bad thing. Sometimes they’d show him, made sure there were lots of people around, staring clinically at his dirty laundry as they discussed it. The quantity of it, the scent. They’d told his father that shame was a powerful motivator for behavioral change. They’d shamed him so much for his biology that he’d have done anything rather than be wet. But now he’s got a Dominant and the Dominant will want him wet.

Right?

He’s only got one gland so he can’t do that well, even if he is certain he wants to. Daniel’s dizzy then, certain and afraid that anything he does is going to be wrong.

And then Liam will look at him with disgust.

Worst of all, a shower means washing off the scent of his Dominant. He didn’t have much of Liam’s scent on him before. Now there’s nothing, no indication a Dominant ever touched him and wanted him. He tells himself he doesn’t need to get too worried about losing it. Liam will come back and touch him more. Won’t he?

He gets dressed and is almost done packing his bag when Liam returns. Liam takes his bag, holds out his hand and leads him out of the building.

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Liam keeps hold of Daniel’s hand until he’s in the car, gets them both settled in the car, then pulls onto the road. Liam puts his hand on Daniel’s leg. Daniel relaxes, legs spreading wider without making a conscious decision.

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