“Please, please,” Daniel begs, and it’s dragged from him, just a horrible, honest plea to be given what he has so fervently wanted and been shamed about, and denied, for so long. Who is he if he can’t have this? Is he anything? Is he desirable, or useful, or in any way appealing to himself or others, if he can’t offer this and find satisfaction this way?

It’s not just for Liam, but for him. Daniel needs this, he realizes. How he views himself and how he would interact with the world if he could. To know what he could expect and have if he was allowed to live the life he’s now been dealt.

He’s on a breeding bench. There’s a Dominant who’s going to mount and breed him and get Daniel into subspace. He’s going to turn Daniel into something good. He is a submissive despite what he’s been told and punished for. Isn’t he? And how can it be so bad if he can make Liam feel good?

“Is it real?” he rasps.

“Shh, here we go. You’re alright. Poor sweetheart, my little submissive. It’s real and this is who you are. This is what you need. Be my good boy now. It’s big, sweetheart. There’s no escape, is there?”

Two fingers push into him, slow and steady. Daniel whimpers at the sensation, wishing he could push back onto those fingers. But he can’t. He’s tied down and has surrendered; his Dominant will give him what he needs and when, will take care of him.

He’s so weak that it’s suddenly hard to breathe.

“You’ve got a dainty, tight little hole, sweetheart. Look at you straining at two fingers.”

Daniel clenches on the fingers inside him and whines at how hard they are. They’re not enough. “Cock,” he thinks. Did he say it? He isn’t sure. And if he did, was it understandable?

“Oh, that’s so sweet. Look at you. You’re going to make it so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Want to,” he mumbles, and Liam puts three fingers to his hole, taking a moment to get them where he wants them, slipping each one inside, just past the rim. Then he turns his fingers. It makes Daniel shiver, the sensation all on the inside of his rim.

“Okay, my little submissive. You’re gonna help me now. You’re gonna think about how much you want me all the way inside, and I’m not gonna stop until you feel my knuckles against your rim, understand? All three fingers, you’re gonna be so good and sweet. Do you want to take this for Daddy?”

He wants to say yes or please, but all he can do is whimper, unable to say words. Of course he does!