Page 62 of Wrestling with Daddy

don’t be sarcastic Daddy

it’s not nice

Daddy

I’m glad you’re aware, boy

My apologies

Again?

Nathan fumed. It was pointless, though—not only because Ken couldn’t see it but he could feel the heat spreading down his cheeks.

He… liked… that Daddy teased him and wasn’t above playing with him and having… fun.

Nathan

if you could only use one toy/tool for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Daddy

That’s tough

Well done, brat

Probably a ball gag

I can spank and bind you without aid but nothing beats the humiliation of a ball gag for mouthy boys

Nathan

good thing I’m not mouthy

Daddy

Keep telling yourself that

Nathan

Daddy, I know you said you worked till late but could we do video this weekend?

Daddy

Of course

But be careful. Only one more question left for you

Nathan hadn’t realized, either. Shit. He’d been doing so well keeping track of it, too.

He’d just gotten distracted because he was sure that Daddy had been chuckling and giving those smirks of his to the screen, and he would’ve loved to see it.

Ken made him vulnerable and Nathan… didn’t dislike it as much as he thought he should.

It scared him, though, which was why he locked his screen and didn’t answer for the rest of the day. Guilt gnawed at him all evening, but he was trying to be reasonable about it. Daddy would be proud.

Ken had been the one to tell him on Saturday, before getting in his car, that he wasn’t expecting either of them to be on their phone 24/7 and they didn’t have to answer anything right away.

It had sounded all mature and stuff when Ken had said it.