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It took effort, and probably too much whining, but Nathan wiggled until he could use his cum-free hand to help pull the toy out, loving the burn and protest of his ass as if he too refused to stay empty when they could live in a fantasy world where a Daddy kept them full and aching.

Once that was done, Nathan swayed to the phone, making sure the camera caught the cum in his fist, the evidence that he’d got off like Ken had asked.

“There,” he rasped out. “Came thinking of you.”

He could’ve added a Daddy at the end, but his throat froze up, unsure of what was appropriate and what would be way too much to handle.

Nathan shook his head. He didn’t dwell much on it before he was sending the video.

Nathan

I did you one better

Chances were Ken wouldn’t answer right away. Chances were, he’d already taken it too far, honorific or not, and Ken wouldn’t appreciate his take on the simple command.

Nathan’s brain wasn’t awake enough to worry himself sick about it just yet, though, his muscles burning from the workout he hadn’t given them in a while taking priority.

It was late anyway.

Going to bed right after an orgasm that left him this dizzy sounded like heaven right then.

CHAPTER7

ken

“Came thinking of you.”

Now Ken couldn’t think of anything else.

He hadn’t been able to ever since he’d made the mistake of playing the video, not wanting to believe it would be what it looked like.

In an open shower with the curtain drawn to the side, the camera angle allowed Ken to see everything, every muscle clenching, every face Nathan may’ve tried to hide if he’d been aware of what he was doing, the pleasure and agony exposed all for Ken to exploit.

The bartender at Blue Underground was quick to replace his beer when he flagged him down.

Ken took a large gulp out of the new, cold bottle, relishing in the bitterness as it ran down his throat.

He hadn’t been planning to drink, but he’d needed to be somewhere with people surrounding him, where he could lose himself in something other than his own thoughts.

Being a Saturday night, the packed club had seemed like the perfect idea.

Ken

Not what I asked for, brat

Nathan

you’re free to punish me come Monday, Daddy

Ken

Looking forward to it

Ken reread the short exchange.

He was becoming stupidly addicted to his phone, and he didn’t hate it enough to put a stop to it.

Nothing else had been said since that morning when Ken had finally written something back.