“Sweetheart, that’s good news. We want you wet. A submissive like you should be soaked. I didn’t know if it was the surgeries that kept you dry so far, but this is a good sign. Let’s get you inside and I’ll have a feel.”

Daniel shouldn’t be this wet. Utterly soaked. It’s awful. It makes him a needy submissive whore. No good to the military except as a fuckhole. He might as well be a cocksleeve. A urinal. Cannon fodder.

He’s heard it so many times. Daniel trembles. He can’t get up. Liam will know. He’ll smell it. He stinks. His arousal is gross. God, he hasn’t gotten really wet in so long. He’d thought he couldn’t anymore—that he’d finally learned not to, or the surgeries had worked. It was one of the few things he’d managed to fix.

Daniel curls inwards and his tits throb. That’s why. He played with himself and now look what’s happened. They should bind him up, get them strapped down so he can’t touch his chest.

He’s so lost in dark memories and thoughts that he’s surprised when his car door opens. Liam reaches inside for him. “Come on, sweetheart. I need you to come back to me. You’re mine now. I’m your Daddy. You make me happy. I want you wet,” Liam says firmly.

Daniel shakes his head. Liam is lying, he just doesn’t realize how bad it is. “I… I’m wet and it’s gross. You won’t want me. You’ll see⁠—”

“No, it’s good and I want it. Out. Now!”

Daniel obeys instantly, the order forcing him into motion, but he freezes when he feels how wet his pants are.

“Daddy,” he whimpers, confused. He can hear the voices telling him he’s gross and wrong. He knows in his mind and his heart that it’s true. But the Dominant, soon to be his Dominant, says differently.

Liam growls and takes his arm, getting him out of the car. Slick leaks out of him in what feels like a stream of liquid, soaking the back of his pants. It’s horrible. So awful. He sobs, almost crumpling to the ground, but Liam is holding him up, dragging him towards the cabin steps.

“Be here with me, baby,” Liam growls, pressing up behind Daniel, the hard nudge of his cock to Daniel’s ass prompting even more slick to slide out of him.

Liam drags in a hard breath, lips on Daniel’s neck. His voice is rough and compelling. “You smell perfect. Wet. For me. Come on now. Let’s just get you mounted.”