Page 99 of Wrestling with Daddy

“Good boy,” Ken praised, laughter in his voice as he took the trophy from him. It was only fair—that thing was heavier than it looked. “I guess a certain pup has earned their reward, huh?”

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Nathan had almost forgotten about the farewell cocktail party starting right after the contest finished and everyone got their—smaller—trophies and awards. Just as he’d forgotten he should’ve overseen the pet adoption to write something about it.

In this case, his forgetting meant that not everyone was crowding around the playroom. No one was currently using it, either. But there were still people around, dragons and kittens and a couple of puppies, everyone partnered up with their Daddies or handlers. Enough of them to have Nathan reconsider.

“You know, Daddy…” He licked his lip, confident he’d get Ken’s full attention. The man barely towered over him height-wise, but his attitude when he was wearing all leather added a few metaphorical inches there. He just… he looked bigger. Nathan swallowed. “If you’re not into this, we can totally forget it. I’m sure I can think of many other things you can give me as a prize.”

“Do I look like I’m not into this, brat?” Ken raised an eyebrow. He was currently trailing his fingers down the leather strands of two floggers. Two floggers he showed to Nathan. “Pick one.”

Shit.

“What’s the difference, Daddy?” One was black with some intertwined touches in white, the other a weathered brown, but he wasn’t sure Ken was asking for his favorite color.

“Look.” Ken grabbed the black and white flogger first. When Nathan had seen in his profile that he was into flogging, he didn’t realize just how much. “See the ends in this one? They’ve been cut so they’re pointy. It stings more, essentially.”

“Oh.” Nathan had never seen it before, but he’d heard of some Sadists adding that… modification. “You really do like me crying in pain, huh?”

Ken laughed. “I like you in all the ways. But yeah, the idea of you crying as I flog you outside of a punishment… It turns me on. A lot.”

Nathan blushed. A slight fear cursed through his veins, but so did other things—other things like arousal, making him pay way too much attention to the bulge in Daddy’s leather pants and the tightness in his own rubber suit.

“Here, open your arms.”

“Huh?”

“I want to give you a test of how each one feels.”

Oh.

That made sense, Nathan breathed out. Obeyed.

It was the sensible thing, after all.

Ken started using the brown one against his left arm. Just two hits back and forth. Nathan groaned, but it was nothing he hadn’t felt before. Then came his right arm.

Daddy didn’t hit right away. First he was giving him that assessing look, the one that saw more than Nathan wanted to show him and left him untethered. Lost, only to find himself again when taking his next breath.

Nathan relaxed.

For a second. More than the man needed to aim and hit his forearm efficiently.

Nathan yelped.

In retrospect, the difference was probably not that big. The cut ends did make it sting more, his skin buzzing with the sharper sensation, the pain lingering more beneath it.

Any sane person would’ve picked the brown flogger.

Obviously, Nathan didn’t, eyes drawn to the scarier black leather.

“May I have the… that one, Daddy?”

Nathan caught Ken’s eyes widen before the shock was replaced with primal glee.

His Daddy had some predator tendencies in him, and Nathan couldn’t wait. Even if his whole back ended up burning.

“Do you need help getting naked?”