Page 13 of Born Daddy

“Well, yeah. I didn’t think of them as Daddy things, but he got me to go along with them by saying good boys listened to what their Daddies told them to do, and if I wanted to be obedient and prove to him I could behave, then I wouldn’t refuse.”

Rogan’s stomach dropped. He doubted that what he was about to hear would make him think any better of Cam.

Tate sighed. “Sometimes he’d bring guys home he must’ve met at the club and make me suck them off, even let them fuck me while he watched. I hated it, but I was afraid to refuse. Not because I thought he’d hurt me, but I was afraid he’d be so disappointed in me that he’d end our relationship. But it made me feel dirty, gross. Like I wasn’t even human.”

Rogan covered his mouth with one hand, his gut clenching at the thought of this sweet kid being abused that way.

“I’m so sorry, Tate. I would’ve felt the same way.” Rogan drained the last of his beer and rose to grab another. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but now that I hear all that, I feel like he was getting more out of the relationship than you were.” Rogan grabbed two cans while he had the fridge open then returned to the sofa.

“Not really,” Tate remarked. “Beyond the comfort and care, the only other thing I wanted was to please him, and he was…” He sighed. “Well, he seemed satisfied with me.”

Rogan shuddered at the thought of what else Cam had needed from a sub and was relieved Tate had never been the one to satisfy that aspect of Cam’s compulsions.

“I…”

Rogan scratched his head. Commenting on whether Tate had fulfilled Cam’s needs was inappropriate. He still wasn’t sure he understood the appeal of their arrangement in the first place. But he also didn’t want to leave Tate pondering over whether Rogan was somehow condemning him.

He forged ahead, choosing each word delicately. “Look, don’t mind me. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this new information. I’m finding it fascinating, I promise you. Do you mind me asking you a few questions?”

“No, I don’t mind. I figured you’d have plenty.”

“All right, because the one that’s at the forefront is why did you continue having sex with those strangers if it felt so awful? Especially since, from what you said, a Daddy is supposed to take good care of his boy. I mean, sure, I can understand the appeal of wanting to please your partner, that it feels good to do that. However—and no judgement here—I personally couldn’t allow a man other than my lover to touch me sexually, whether it was consensual or not.”

“Uh, I sort of…” Tate muttered something under his breath Rogan couldn’t catch.

“You sort of…? Whatever you say is fine, Tate. I’m here as a sounding board for you, as support. Like I said, no judgement.”

“I let him direct me, and he would remind me that some couples get off on that in the lifestyle—and no judgement towards them either—but I wanted it to be me and him only. Then Daddy would be so turned on and praise me so much, it made me want to go along with it that much more. At the same time, I’d dread when it would happen again. Like, sometimes he’d want another session right away, then other times there would be a couple months in between.” Tate sighed. “The worst part was the surprise. Plus, I’ve never been into pain play, and he never did that with me when we were alone, so there was that too.”

“Wait. Surprise? As in, he’d come home out of the blue with a strange guy?”

“Yeah. It was weird. Like that was part of him getting off. My expression, maybe me acting nervous like I was scared—because I always was—that seemed to turn him on even more.”

Jesus. “Were these men dangerous?” Rogan tried to control the quaver in his voice. He couldn’t tell whether it was his own fear or anger or both. “Were you genuinely frightened of them?”

“Well, yeah. They were usually, like…I dunno. Rougher kind of guys? Like bikers or big leather Daddy bears.” He grunted. “And not the cute and cuddly kind.”

Rogan rubbed his temples as a headache threatened. He set down his half-finished third beer. Maybe Cam’s murderous tendencies weren’t such a shocker to Tate after all.

“That’s truly awful, Tate. I don’t know what to say.” He swallowed down the bile that was about to join the pounding in his head. “Were you ever hurt by those men?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Rogan growled, rage replacing any other emotions he might’ve been feeling. “That fucking asshole. It’s a good thing the bastard is dead, or else he’d be getting a visit from me right now, and not the kind he’d like.”

“Actually,” Tate cleared his throat. “That was another weird thing about him.”

“How do you mean?”

“He’d totally freak whenever a guy got too rough with me. Like one time, afterward…”

Tate went silent and Rogan tensed.

“You still there?”

He kicked himself for not jotting down the address of where Tate lived after he’d dropped him off. More than once Rogan had been worried that Tate might do himself harm if the dark memories or current pressures overtook him.

“Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t sure how graphic you wanted me to be. You know, because he was your friend and all that.”

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