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“And what are you going to do to get these rewards?”

“Hmm…” Nathan’s frown only grew deeper. “Like, if I win this contest thing, you have to do what I say.”

“Not going to happen, brat.”

For better or worse, Ken wasn’t born yesterday.

It was hard to keep a stern look, though, not to break down laughing as his boy dove deeper and deeper into the role and the headspace.

“But you give me something?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay!” Nathan perked up. Ken didn’t have the heart to remind him that maybe wasn’t an absolute yes. “I’ll text you what I want. Thank you, Daddy!”

“Nathan…”

The boy blinked at him, already halfway through running to the car for his toys.

“Oh.” His eyes widened. “Kiss, Daddy?”

“That’s not the question,” Ken warned, “but yes, you get a kiss. This time.”

He was in for a lot of trouble.

Especially so when he felt his phone buzzing only a minute after Nathan ended up out of sight.

Nathan

I want to be flogged in the playroom, Daddy

I want people to see

Fuck.

CHAPTER26

nathan

It really wasn’tfair that he had to go on stage.

Then again… Nathan thought of the text he’d dared to send Daddy before he’d even reached the parking lot. He’d been afraid he’d chicken out if he waited longer. The day before, he’d seen a few people use the playroom. They’d let others watch as they were fucked, and tied up in complicated knots, and made to perform tricks. Nathan remembered how his breath had shortened, and his pupils had dilated every time. He remembered Ken’s firmness against him, pulling him closer so Nathan could feel all of him.

He remembered his own cock filling as he fantasized about what it would be like to play there.

He wanted to know.

Which meant he had to forget about the article he’d started writing that morning under Ken’s instructions and start strategizing about the contest. Ash said he was free to do what he wanted, either just crawl up to the stage and flop his ears, bark a song, play tricks, show off his toys… It was all fine and dandy, except it didn’t narrow it down much, which was sort of what Nathan needed with no time to prepare.

Silly Daddies.

Nathan appreciated the gesture, really—he was humbled when Ken said he’d signed him up weeks ago, all because he wanted him to have all the best experiences. But… But now there was pressure and Nathan had only joined his first puppy pile the day before, and he’d still been too tense at the beginning.

He was fucked.

He wasn’t any closer to being un-fucked by the time he made it backstage, carrying his box of toys with him. His ass was—sadly—feeling much better, so he’d covered himself in talcum powder and suited up before leaving his suite. Ash had also told him most of them would change backstage and could put on makeup there and everything else, but Nathan thought he’d be more comfortable getting ready in his own ensuite bathroom.

At least he recognized some of the guys in the various stages of undress that welcomed him. Most of them had been in the pupnic—although he missed the two dragons who had started the first pile there. He noticed the older sloth, Dale, looking not too happy to be there but relaxing as he talked with the others. There was another dragon he’d seen around, a few of the other pups, and others, Nathan wasn’t quite sure what they played as.