“Ask me, sweetheart. Ask Daddy to breed your tight little hole, and I will.”

He whimpers, wishing he couldn’t resist, but after everything he’s endured, he just can’t. They used to shock him for touching himself. He’s experienced every torture imaginable as doctors endlessly tried to change him.

“Help me,” he breathes.

“Poor thing. You’ll get there. How about this? If you let Daddy have you again, I’ll give you a nest,” Liam says, and he’s got fingers on the plug, pulling it free as Daniel slides a leg up the bed, body open and willing.

“I—please,” he manages. “A nest?”

“Sweet little submissive, terrified of the big, bad world. You’re caught, princess. Caught and trapped and mine. You need a nest to hide in, baby. With blankets and soft things, so many pillows. A little den. A soft, warm burrow.”

Need slams into him so hard he’s momentarily breathless. A nest! “I’d be safe, Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby. It’s your nest, Daniel.” Liam’s breath hitches. “I’ll keep it for you. For years if need be. Daddy will close the door, and if you come back to me—” He growls, his grip suddenly hard, and then he’s down Daniel’s body with his face between Daniel’s cheeks and he’s licking, sucking, pressing his tongue into the loosened entrance.

“Daddy! I need my nest! Breed me… oh god, breed me,” Daniel begs, whimpering, trembling, and sobbing as the sweet torture goes on and on. His Daddy’s hands are powerful, will leave little marks on his hips from the power and anger he’s controlling, his rage at having to give Daniel up, at being powerless when Daniel is meant to be his. How can he keep him safe in a nest when Daniel will have to leave?

His Daddy forces him into one orgasm after another, reminding him, maybe punishing him for not being able to stay.

“I can’t, I can’t,” he begs, and tries to writhe, squirm away, get his Daddy’s hot tongue off that sweet spot that is oversensitized from too much pleasure. His Daddy growls, demanding it again and Daniel has no choice but to come, harsh pleasure incinerating him, leaving him weak.

“There you go. Now you can have it. Sweet boy,” Liam growls as he fits his thighs between Daniel’s. His cockhead is there, at his tingling hole, notching easily enough, but Daniel yelps, loosely fisting the pillow, and cries out as his Daddy sinks home in one relentless push that lights Daniel up from head to toe.

He cries out and Liam kisses the shell of his ear, panting like an animal, a lion that’s about to devour him. Again. A warm, dark blanket of submission spills over him and his Daddy gives a relieved groan as his knot starts to fill.