Page 73 of Wrestling with Daddy

That, and how hot it was knowing that he could have Nathan shaking like a leaf and he’d still force himself to ask for permission.

There were so many ways he could play that, and his brain was already bringing a few scenarios to the front.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Nathan’s tone was light, though, teasing, before his lips met Ken’s.

His boy—online, temporary, or not—wasn’t shy when it came to kissing, involving his whole body in the act. It was when Nathan started softly humping his leg that he gave Ken the opening for the thing he’d been hoping to put together sooner rather than later.

“Grab whatever you need to play and let’s go.”

Nathan’s squeal was… unexpected. “Play?”

“Yes, play.” It was hard not to laugh at the open-eyed expression in Nathan’s face, but he managed. “Don’t you remember? I told you that when you came here, I wanted you to be in pupspace for as long as possible.”

“I-I remember.”

“Good.” Nathan swallowing as if his throat had gone completely dry wasn’t as good, however. “Unless that’s a problem?”

There was a moment of hesitation, a slight step back Nathan took that put all of Ken’s systems into high alert. “N-no, Sir.”

“Good.”

He would get Nathan to explain the difference between calling him Daddy and Sir later. The boy was clearly strung up and needed some sort of release before he could open up.

Ken was only too happy to oblige and give him what he needed.

* * *

“Use the bathroom to change,” Ken instructed Nathan after giving him a quick tour of the house he’d spent a small fortune decorating to perfection. “I’ll be right here.”

“Okay.” Ken caught Nathan swallowing down nerves again.

He’d been doing that for the drive to his place as well, but Ken decided to play it by ear, not sure putting a stop to things would be best in the long term. Unless he was missing something—which was, come to think of it, completely possible—Nathan’s anxiety had to do with the last time he tried to play as a pup in the club he was a member of. If that was the case, what he needed was to see that he could be a puppy and play to his heart’s content.

Ken wasn’t like those Doms in Nathan’s community, and neither were any of the handlers he’d encounter this week.

While Nathan put on his rubber suit, Ken distracted himself by cutting up slices of strawberries. He was usually more lenient and allowed pups actual candy as treats, but Nathan had had a big dinner. Fruit would be best for his digestive tract.

“Hey, Plum-girl.” The cat had been nowhere to be seen when they first walked into the apartment. Ken just assumed she snuck to one of her hiding spots when she noticed Ken wasn’t alone. “You’re gonna behave, aren’t you?”

The cat rubbed herself between his ankles.

He guessed that was all the answer he was going to get.

He also guessed the fact that Plum didn’t run away as soon as the door to the bathroom opened was a good sign.

She did climb to one of the stools by the kitchen island, but she stayed there. It didn’t look like she was ready to pounce, either.

Ken was glad. He needed his full attention on the pup shuffling on all fours before him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, forgetting for a moment roles or expectations and protocol.

Nathan had his muzzle on, the one he’d shown him on camera, but this was the first time Ken saw him in the whole ensemble, the purple latex clinging to his skin and highlighting his lean body. Ken noticed the tail, too, one of the largest silicone models. Ken could only imagine how far it would be stretching his boy, even if he’d probably seen him take bigger things.

The fact that the shower video came to mind at that exact moment didn’t help matters. Ken pressed the heel of his palm against his pants, trying to quell the aching erection growing there.

“Come here, boy,” he instructed, remembering his place.

Zeus—not Nathan—was standing there, even if the tentative, searching eyes unhidden by the muzzle were definitely his boy’s.