daddy kink | joshler + bryler

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i realized that maybe it wasn't so bad staying here with daddy.

josh seemed to be getting me in trouble every which way.

daddy doesn't love me like i love him, but he cares about me.

why else would he take care of me for all these years?

why else would he want me to stay away from joshua?

my cheeks were tear-stained, but i rubbed at them to try and make them go away.

i put on one of my shirts and a pair of shorts.

daddy hadn't punished me yet, and i didn't hear him yelling at joshua anymore.

i was worried.

about the both of them.

but what could i do?

then the door unlocked and crept open. it was daddy.

"tyler, come here."

"is j-josh okay?" i blurted without realizing it.

"don't worry about him." he walked over to me with his hand out.

i, cautiously, took his hand, and he pulled me closer to his body.

"ty, you know that i'm always here for you. i'm always supporting you in various ways so tell me: why would you go fooling around with josh after i told you not to?" he said, gently.

"i-i don't know. i-it– i don't k-know."

"bullshit." he sneered and pushed me away from him.

"d-daddy, i honestly don't know w-why. it k-kind of happened. i d-didn't mean it."

daddy came closer to me and cupped my cheek and tapped it lightly.

"of course you didn't."

and he left me alone again.