Page 92 of Wrestling with Daddy

“What needs to happen for you to collar me?”

Daddy must not have thought about the possibility that Nathan would ask that. His eyes widened for a second he couldn’t hide, making Nathan giggle. He was keeping Daddy on his toes, and that was a good thing as far as he was concerned.

He couldn’t just expect Nathan to stay quiet and take the things given to him.

“You want to be collared,” Daddy mumbled the words.

“Yes, Daddy.” Nathan licked his lips, tried not to look too smug at how off guard he’d caught the older man. “I realized something.”

“Yeah?” Ken’s voice cracked. “What’s that?”

“I shouldn’t have been scared.” Nathan nodded, starting to feel more grounded, more in the moment. “I was freaking out since I first talked to you because everything felt so intense, but… That’s just the power dynamic between us, right? It flows so right and feels so natural, and I… I can trust you with it.”

Ken pulled him close, kissed the top of his head. “Thank you. I am honored, boy.”

Nathan chortled. “That doesn’t mean I’m always going to behave. Can’t let you relax too much, Daddy.”

“Of course not.” Ken chuckled. “Let’s step out of the shower, brat.”

“Fiiiiine.”

Nathan was realizing something else. The more Ken had forced him to talk, set boundaries on how he could or couldn’t brat out around him… the freer he felt to be playful and silly and bratty in the way that some had mocked him for.

His Daddy would never, though, and he knew it.

“As for your question,” Ken spoke while drying him with the fluffy towel provided by the resort, “you’re already giving me more than any other brat or sub I’ve been with in a long time. I just want to see you thrive, find yourself with me.”

Nathan pursed his lips. He wanted to complain about how unspecific that was, but something stopped him. Daddy made sense, even if it annoyed him. Nathan knew he had a lot to learn, a lot of scenarios that still terrified him, that blocked his ability to really enjoy the things that felt as natural to him as breathing.

Saying it out loud was a completely different beast, but his head was a safe space.

“I want that.”

“Good.” Ken wrapped him up in the towel before grabbing the robe for himself. “Now let’s get you dressed. You need some food in you before the party starts.”

“Won’t there be food there?” Nathan thought it was a valid question, but apparently it was not if the look Daddy leveled him with was any indication. “And what should I wear? I don’t want to wear rubber.”

“Any reason why?”

Nathan huffed. There was no way Daddy didn’t know. “What do you think? I’m going to have so many bruises, Daddy. It’s your fault.”

“Poor, poor boy,” Ken clicked his tongue before he was pulling him closer. Nathan’s cock began to fill even though he’d come not that long ago.Traitor. “And the worst thing is you won’t have learned a thing.”

“That’s not true!”

It kind of was—they both knew it. That didn’t mean Nathan was going to admit it.

“Prove me wrong, then. Let’s see how long you can make it before I have to punish you again.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No bets.” Ken shook his head. “If rubber is going to itch too much, you can always wear a jockstrap. You have the perfect ass for it.”

“I…” Nathan tried to recall if he’d even brought any with him. “Isn’t that too much?”

“I bet you whatever you want that there will be at least someone nude at the hall.” Ken smirked, his fingers tracing the contour of his hips. “No, a jockstrap isn’t too much at a kinky event, brat.”

Nathan swallowed. “I thought we weren’t doing bets.”