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don’t be sarcastic Daddy
it’s not nice
Daddy
I’m glad you’re aware, boy
My apologies
Again?
Nathan fumed. It was pointless, though—not only because Ken couldn’t see it but he could feel the heat spreading down his cheeks.
He… liked… that Daddy teased him and wasn’t above playing with him and having… fun.
Nathan
if you could only use one toy/tool for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Daddy
That’s tough
Well done, brat
Probably a ball gag
I can spank and bind you without aid but nothing beats the humiliation of a ball gag for mouthy boys
Nathan
good thing I’m not mouthy
Daddy
Keep telling yourself that
Nathan
Daddy, I know you said you worked till late but could we do video this weekend?
Daddy
Of course
But be careful. Only one more question left for you
Nathan hadn’t realized, either. Shit. He’d been doing so well keeping track of it, too.
He’d just gotten distracted because he was sure that Daddy had been chuckling and giving those smirks of his to the screen, and he would’ve loved to see it.
Ken made him vulnerable and Nathan… didn’t dislike it as much as he thought he should.
It scared him, though, which was why he locked his screen and didn’t answer for the rest of the day. Guilt gnawed at him all evening, but he was trying to be reasonable about it. Daddy would be proud.
Ken had been the one to tell him on Saturday, before getting in his car, that he wasn’t expecting either of them to be on their phone 24/7 and they didn’t have to answer anything right away.
It had sounded all mature and stuff when Ken had said it.
