Page 47 of Wrestling with Daddy

“Hi!” Nathan swallowed as he tried to clear his throat. He had it all under control. Duh. “Can you send us dinner to room… 1003? We were thinking the ragù alla bolognese and the Masala spiced seafood sampler with a side of greens in one plate, and then can we get the chocolate fountain with strawberries? Thank you!”

He barely acknowledged the woman on the other side saying she’d send it over as soon as it was done in the kitchen, his hand already itching to hang up the phone and his senses telling him to scurry away.

Ken was going to give him hell for this.

“Just two things, boy.”

“Of course, Daddy.”

Nathan was definitely screwed.

He wasn’t even fully confident he knew what he’d ordered. He definitely hadn’t tried it before, but it sounded yummy.

“One, who’s the side of greens for?” Ken’s smirk said he already knew what Nathan was going to say. Daddies and their insistence that boys voiced absolutely everything was frustratingly annoying. “Two, I have to say I’m impressed. You managed to include sides, a dessert, and yet…What are we going to drink with all that food?”

Nathan paled.

Shit.

He’d forgotten the drinks.

To be fair, unless he’d asked for water or soda, everything else had way too many options and years and labels he didn’t feel at all comfortable with.

“Uh, the greens are all yours, obviously, because I’m thoughtful like that, see? And the drinks… You order them. I really needed to cut that short because I… need to pee? Urgently.”

Ken snorted. “You know you’re getting a spanking out of this, right? At the very least.”

“Sure thing!”

Nathan was already on his feet and locking himself in the bathroom.

So much for not wanting to move.

Being spanked or punished like that didn’t scare him. His cock for one was on board with the idea, still hard when he unzipped his jeans and took it out.

He didn’t have to pee, but he had to come, quite desperately since he hadn’t come in his pants like Ken had teased he would.

Perhaps he could do that with the water running.

It would be a waste of water, but if he was quiet, he could get himself off, relieve that pressure, and the man wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Or… he would get double the punishment.

That didn’t sound half-bad, either.

* * *

Before he’d washed the cum off his fingers, Nathan had already been reconsidering.

“You are louder than you think, you know.”

“Am I?” he yelped.

That wasn’t winning him any points.

He’d just come out of the bathroom after he realized the food would take a while to prepare and he couldn’t justify such a long stream of pee.

Ken had, of course, been waiting for him, relaxing on the comfy as fuck bed as if he owned it.