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?