Daniel is put down on his breeding bench and his clothes are cut off of his body. He closes his eyes and waits. The metal glides over his skin as he’s stripped. It’s beautiful and he lets the tears come.

“Good boy. You should cry. Let it all out, baby. You’re home. Daddy has you now.”

It’s cold and he shivers, naked and on display. Leather tightens around his shoulders, across his waist, over his thighs. He tries to move.

He can’t.

“I’m yours.”

“That’s right, honey.”

Daniel’s eyes are covered in a silk blindfold and then his cock is fondled, balls squeezed. He’s spanked but has nowhere to go, and he yells and wails until his Daddy stops.

Slick is swiped over his hole and then two fingers sink into him, thrusting in and out again and again.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Liam says, and his fingers leave but a thin metal dildo slides into him. Daniel clenches on it.

“Too small. I don’t like it.”

He gets a kiss on his back. “You’re not meant to like it. Ready?”

“For…. For what?”

His passage tingles oddly, contracting on the dildo despite himself. “What is it?” he demands and tries to thrash.

Liam touches him with a gloved hand, stroking over his ass. “Electrical stimulation, sweetheart. Daddy is going to play with you, use you and keep you tied up. The pleasure will be electric. You’ll feel it, baby. Even through your suppressants.”

“Oh. No,” he whispers, and the sensation intensifies, builds, and he holds his breath while it peaks.

“Breathe, baby. You breathe when it hurts and let it go when it eases. Understand?”

And then the sensation starts again and builds. It’s hot and prickly. Daniel sobs and tries to twist but there’s nowhere to go. And then he weakens. He means to fight but can’t even clench a muscle.

“You’re almost there,” Liam soothes.

“Daddy… do you like it?” The words are difficult to say.

“I do. I wish it was my cock in you but this is good for you. You’re beautiful, Daniel. I’m so proud of you,” he says, and Daniel closes his eyes, tears slipping out.

“More now, baby.”

And then the bright, shocking sensation builds again and he whimpers, unable to do more than make a sound of protest.

“Ride it, Daniel. Squeeze and breathe.”

He has no choice but to obey.

The next several hours pass in a daze. He remembers the brightness of the electrical play, and then the wand was removed and his Daddy’s fingers were there, playing with him, hole soft and the muscle so exhausted he was slack and open. Then he was taken off the bench and held. He was spread open over his Daddy’s lap, and he took toy after toy in his lubed-up, slack hole.