Page 75 of Wrestling with Daddy

Of course, it was one of the squeaky toys, a bright yellow menace with silicone spikes that had reminded Ken of a nuclear squash.

“That’s a good choice,” he hummed. It was good that no one would hear it. “Bring it to me.”

The pup was hesitant at first, as if he wasn’t sure whether or not Ken would really play with him and not mock him. Ken wanted to curse at the Doms in that community of his. Unable to do that, however, he focused on throwing the toy again and again, watching his boy slip more and more into Zeus’ persona, being more playful with the toy, shaking it and poking it with his mitts before Ken had to remind him to bring him back.

They’d been going at it for a bit, Zeus’s moves becoming smoother, more agile as he ran the short distance over and over like it was the best thing ever.

Then Plum got into the scene. She wasn’t usually a fan of squeaky toys, but she must’ve grown curious about all the ruckus, or just bored and in the mood to investigate.

Ken held his breath as he watched the cat so-elegantly reach the pup, where he was playing with the toy.

The pupper didn’t notice her at first, taking a short jump back when he did.

“Plum, behave.” Ken sighed, even though he knew the warning was rather useless if she wanted to pounce.

So long as she didn’t steal the toy, Ken thought they’d be good. That would make his pup incredibly sad, he feared.

The blue-eyed cat didn’t even react to the warning, unsurprisingly. She behaved better than he would’ve thought, though. With a paw, she gave a tentative push to the toy, regarding it with the indifference Ken had come to expect from her. He’d stopped buying her things that weren’t laser pointers a long time ago.

Ken thought maybe she’d go back to her stool then, clearly being disinterested in the toy. She stayed for a few seconds longer, though, gave Zeus’s snout a soft sniff, pulled her head back, then retreated to the cat tree on the other side of the living room.

“Come here, pup.” Ken sat on the armchair farthest from the tree housing the cat. “You did so good, not spooking Plum-girl there. I’m very proud.”

Zeus just panted, wagged his tail some more before he was positioned between his legs, covered head resting against his thigh.

Those fucking eyes stared at him, piercing into a part of Ken he’d kept dormant for far too long.

“You’ve been running around for a while,” Ken spoke softly, running a hand through the soft dark hair. “Let’s take a breather, yeah? We have the whole week to play.”

“Woof.” The bark was softer than it had been before.

Ken had noticed that all the sudden activity had been getting to the pup. He’d been taking longer pauses between taking the toy back and chasing it, lounging around and nibbling on it while lying down.

That didn’t mean that his pet was going to stay still.

Ken hadn’t expected anything else.

What he hadn’t expected was one mitt—which he now noticed didn’t have the usual yellow pad at the bottom but a yellow thunderbolt—sneak his way to Ken’s inner thigh where his cock strained against his pants. It had been doing that for the past hour. He’d been ignoring it, zeroing all of his focus on the pup and making sure everything was perfect for him.

It was hard to keep that unbidden focus when the pup was pawing around the area, though.

Ken wasn’t a complete saint.

“Wanna help Daddy, pup?”

The pup kneeled taller, his mitts reaching up to his muzzle, the big slits for the eyes revealing furrowed brows.

“You want it off, boy?”

Ken decided to interpret that soft whine as a yes and reached forward to unlatch the velcro at the back of his head.

“There you are,” Ken whispered, tucking unruly strands of dampened hair behind Nathan’s ears. “You’re behaving so well, baby boy.”

Nathan groaned, probably because he thought he was flustered enough already without all of Ken’s compliments.

As if the flush in his cheeks was going to stop Ken.

He needed to get him to drink some water, though.