Page 27 of Wrestling with Daddy

The problem, though, was that Ken didn’t know that he wanted to punish him, or fuck him against the nearest surface the moment he laid eyes on him.

Both options meant trouble, but the second one scared him slightly more.

It meant he wouldn’t be in control, wouldn’t be setting boundaries that were clearly needed.

He’d lost track of all the times he’d watched that fucking video, though, barely holding himself from jacking off to it out of a weird sense of respect to the boy.

Ken snorted.

It wasn’t respect that drove the most primal part of his body to wait. It was his inner voice saying that the first time Ken came thinking of the boy, it should be on him, staining the beautifully freckled canvas with his seed.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d thought like such a caveman.

“May I sit here, Sir?”

Ken glanced to the side, to the boy he’d allowed to suck his dick on a few occasions while in the club.

Liam was the opposite of Nathan, small-looking with green hair and glasses that were too big for his face, a pink bowtie making him resemble a small watermelon.

He was also the kind of boy who would walk through fire if Ken all but flicked his gaze to it, desperate to obey and please.

The one who followed high protocol and didn’t meet a Dom’s eyes unless given explicit permission.

If he’d been the one Ken was texting, Liam would’ve sent him a picture of cum coating his chest, and thanked him for the honor he’d been given.

Ken would’ve relished it, too.

“You may. How’ve you been, boy?”

Now, he couldn’t help but compare him to Nathan. Would he have enjoyed Liam’s response as much as the teasing video sitting on his phone? Would it have stirred up all of his most primal instincts?

Ken wasn’t so far gone he’d lie to himself.

But it would’ve been safe, the one thing giving pause to all the lustful thoughts rushing to take the front seat in his head.

“Good, Sir.” Liam cast his gaze down. “Thank you for asking.”

“Of course.” Ken smiled, rested his beer on the bar. “Can I get you a drink?”

That was what he would’ve offered any other day even if he had no interest in playing.

“Something soft, Sir. I can’t stay long and I need to wake up early tomorrow to do chores.”

“That’s all right.”

Ken flagged the bartender again, allowing Liam to order a soda before he focused back on having a conversation with the boy.

This was what he’d come to the club for, after all: socializing that didn’t involve a screen or a boy who thought he was so smart.

A boy who was taking over every logical thread of thought his brain tried to produce.

“Sir, if I may speak… I came over here because you looked troubled. Is there anything I could do to help?”

“You’re very observant, boy,” Ken complimented the younger guy before he sighed. “I think just company is good. Is that something you can do?”

Not even taking a second to think about it, Liam was bobbing his head up and down, lips spread in the most eager smile. “I’ve started seeing someone.”

“Have you now?” Ken’s eyes crinkled as he glanced at the boy.