Page 93 of Wrestling with Daddy
“We are when I know you can’t brat your way out of it.”
“Whatever.” Nathan stuck his tongue out, but he started heading toward the suitcase he’d only half unpacked. Like responsible adults did. “What are you going to wear anyway, Daddy?”
“Check the closet.”
“Huh?”
“Disobeying already?” Ken’s raised eyebrow left Nathan unsure of how to answer.
Instead, he opened the doors to the in-wall closet where he’d been storing the rubber suit and a couple of nice shirts he’d brought with him just in case.
His mouth dried when he was face to face with all that shiny leather.
Daddy had a full get-up, leather pants, boots, and a bulldog harness Nathan could picture hugging his pecs in all the right ways.
“Daddy!” he whined.
“What is it, baby boy?”
When had Ken gotten so close that his arms were wrapped around his waist and Nathan was himself leaning against his chest?
“You’re gonna look so hot. It’s not fair.”
“So many things aren’t.”
The way Ken thought he could just swat at his butt like that—when Nathan had been pouting and whining about how it hurt—definitely wasn’t. Then again, he’d come to learn that Ken saw through him in ways Nathan had thought uncanny before. He probably knew how he was relishing the pain, the fading burn, and his moaning had more to do with how fast the sting was fading than the sting itself.
He’d still be mortified about only wearing the jockstrap, though. He’d struggle any other day, but now people would be able to see he’d just been spanked.
Nathan chewed on his lip, debated on it while he rummaged through the suitcase in order to find a T-shirt he could wear.
He found one, of course. It was merchandise from a couple of YouTubers he followed. A friend had shipped it his way for Christmas, but Nathan had barely worn it even if it was subtle enough—a plain graphic T-shirt in black with rope knotted to look like puppy ears.
“Do you really think this looks good?”
“I do,” Ken promised. “All eyes are going to be on your ass anyway.”
“Daddy!” he protested.
If Daddy’s eyes stayed on his ass all night like they were now, there was no way he wouldn’t end up forgetting about reservations. No way he wouldn’t end up dragging him to one of the playrooms.
That would be hot.
His cock was going to be uncomfortable until he made up his mind, though. Daddy had his back to him, getting dressed. Nathan had a feeling that any plea about coming again would be ignored. Besides, he was enjoying the show. He couldn’t wait until he could sniff all that leather on Daddy, get drunk on it.
He bet it was way better than the candles he’d bought to trick himself into the actual thing.
* * *
The banquet hall was huge. Nathan had been listening as Ken explained how it was Lee’s child, that he’d built it last year precisely for this, but he’d only half-listened, if he was honest. He’d have to figure out a way to get Daddy to repeat all of that so he could use it in his article. Or articles.
He’d swept through an email his boss had sent earlier while they were having dinner. Something about turning the inside scoop article into a series on pet play to justify his long stay there. He’d wanted to roll his eyes but hadn’t wanted Ken to scold him on his manners.
So, here he was, at the hall, where everyone was starting to gather, half of the people seemingly coupled up already. Or… what was the verb when they were triads? Nathan would have to look it up. It would be a shame if there was nothing.
Partnered?
It sounded boring.
