Daniel whimpers and writhes. All of his attention goes there, focused on that spiraling hurt that spreads through him, down into his balls, leaving him feeling heavy in his taint and throbbing deep inside as his body starts to release slick.

Air returns to him and he barely notices. He should move and kick, struggle, but the touch is compelling and leaves him weak. It’s a shortcut through his defenses.

“Daddy,” he manages, just as he recognizes the path around the cabin.

“Naughty thing. Eager to be caught. Not even a quarter mile, princess.”

He’s taken back to the car, lowered carefully to the ground near the trunk. Daniel lies there, dazed, hole aching as the trunk pops open. He turns onto his hands and knees and tries to crawl away.

Liam laughs. “Oh, honey. How cute are you?” He grabs Daniel by the hair. “Hands behind your back,” he orders.

Daniel obeys and hears the click of cuffs opening. The cold metal surrounds his wrists. He whimpers, but then it’s done. He pulls his knees under him, gravel rough on his face, some part of him needing to get up and run.

To be caught again. Harder. Rougher.

He’s prey.

One ankle is caught and hauled back, and he collapses to the ground with an oof. Liam sits on his ass, hauls up his pant legs, and puts a cuff on his right ankle. Daniel thumps weakly at the ground with his left foot and Liam chuckles, catching his pant leg on the upswing, and then his other ankle is shackled, too.

“Let’s get you in a spreader bar. You won’t go far then. And you know what else that means? You won’t be able to keep Daddy out. Daddy can slide right inside. Lucky boy.”

“No,” he whispers, and then Liam stands up and goes back to the trunk.

Daniel feels lightheaded with the relief of Liam’s weight leaving him.

He grunts and tries again to escape but his body is uncoordinated, weak. The gravel crunches under him. It hurts.

Daniel whimpers and surrenders. Relief pours through him, more pleasurable than drugs. He releases again and can feel the wet warmth between his thighs as he wets.

He drifts. It’s quiet. And then he’s being picked up and carried into the cabin. How is the door open? He lost time again. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

The cabin is musty from being shut up for so long.

But it’s still home.

“I ran,” he manages.

“You did. Now you’re going to be punished. And then you’re going to be bred. Then it’ll be done. You’ll be mine. Home.”

“Yes.”