Page 91 of Wrestling with Daddy

CHAPTER24

nathan

“Everything hurts,”Nathan pouted.

To absolutely no avail.

He’d woken up from his punishment-induced nap feeling like jelly on top of Daddy’s chest. Daddy never complained when Nathan wrapped himself all over him. It was nice. Other people had said he was suffocating when he did that, but the position had always brought Nathan an amount of comfort nothing else did.

Then his body had stirred more awake, and Daddy had woken up as well, and he’d started to play with his cock, jacking it lazily, and sensation had returned, flashbacks to the spanks and the screams that had left his throat hurting rushing to the front of his mind.

“That means I executed well,” Daddy joked. He thought he was so funny sometimes. Nathan would be rolling his eyes if he wasn’t so tired, or if canting his hips to get more of Daddy’s tantalizing touch wasn’t a priority. “Now, I want to milk my boy dry as a reward before we shower, get something to eat, and head to the welcome party. Does that sound good?”

Nathan moaned. He didn’t know he had the energy for the welcome party he’d completely forgotten about until Daddy mentioned it, but he wouldn’t say no to anything Daddy suggested.

Note to self: he was excessively pliant after a punishment. He’d have to remember before Daddy used it to take advantage.

Not that he would, but…

Nathan knew what he was talking about.

Kind of.

He would later when he thought back on this.

Now, Nathan only understood the tangible things he was feeling on his body, on every nerve ending that had been fried and resurrected in a matter of seconds.

“Just let go, boy,” Daddy instructed.

His voice was so soothing. Like magic.

“Daddy,” he whined, shivered, shifted closer.

“I know, I know.” Was Daddy chuckling as he increased the rhythm? That was not fair. “We’re in no rush.”

That was debatable. Nathan had gone so long without coming—since that morning! And then he’d miscalculated how much he could take—by a lot—and then he had to choose ball torture and now they hurt but they still were very much into the idea of coming all over Daddy’s stomach, and…

Nathan panted, hands gripping tightly on Daddy’s arms.

“Good boy,” Daddy whispered, pulling another moan out of him, sending shivers down his body. “You cling to me all you need, pup. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Nathan did. It was easy to let go when Daddy was so close by, when he could smell him and be overpowered by the mix of his shower gel and aftershave. It was definitely easier when Daddy was asking him to come for him, to show him how much he could shoot for Daddy, his balls shrinking into his body, spine tensing before he was coming with a cry of ecstasy and desperation all rolled into one.

“Daddy…”

It was hard to come up with more words, his existence simplified to the bed and the man next to him for a few more blissful minutes.

Despite Daddy’s protests and promises that he didn’t have to, Nathan got on his knees as soon as they walked in the bathtub. Daddy’s cock needed his attention. Or maybe it was Nathan’s mouth and his oral fixation that needed Daddy.

He didn’t know. He didn’t care, either.

All he cared about was getting all of Daddy’s cum down his throat, the salty taste clinging to him even after water washed down his face and erased the few bits he hadn’t been able to swallow.

“Daddy,” he breathed, this time more confident in the words that wanted to be let free. “I have my final question.”

“You do?” Daddy regarded him… fondly. Nathan liked it. “Let’s hear it, then.”

The truth was, Nathan had been obsessing over that since he realized he was down to one question. He’d known it was silly but he’d wanted the question to matter. Now, it materialized easily in his head, leaving him calmer than he should be as his hands found Daddy’s and held them.