Page 111 of Born Daddy

Tate collapsed against Rogan’s shoulder, breathless in the aftermath of the intense orgasm. They held each other in silence as their breathing slowed, Rogan stroking Tate’s back in a soothing gesture, kissing his cheek.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

Tate gave Rogan a squeeze. “Love you too, Daddy.”

Rogan leaned back. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm? It’s time to put on your new cage.”

Tate broke into a wide smile. So that had been the reason for the quick frottage—to get him ready.

After Rogan had washed him up, and they’d rid themselves of their now-messy sweats, Rogan directed him to lie on a towel he’d placed on top of the coverless bed.

“Warm enough still? I can turn up the fireplace some more if you’d like.”

“I’m not cold. Just excited.”

“Not scared?”

Tate shook his head against the pillow. “No. I’ve wanted this for a long time. Are you scared?”

Rogan rubbed his forehead. “Um, nervous? But I think it’s more for you than me. Master Zane gave me clear instructions while he inserted the plugs, so I feel confident.” Rogan cleared his throat. “He said that when we’re ready for sounding, he’ll help with that too.”

Tate sucked in a sharp breath. Rogan had been so squeamish about the idea, he hadn’t thought he’d ever want to give it a try.

“For real?”

Rogan nodded with a sigh. “Master Zane extolled the virtues of the practice so much, he convinced me.”

“You don’t have to, Daddy. I won’t be disappointed.”

He would be, but he’d never do anything to make his Daddy uncomfortable if he could help it.

Rogan shook his head, his expression intent. “No, I want to. If it gives you as much pleasure as he described, then I’m all in.” Rogan unwrapped a small case. “But for now, let’s give this one a try.”

Tate bit his lip and clenched his fists. Fear still wasn’t the reason—more of an attempt to keep from wiggling around in excitement.

Rogan had propped him up enough with two pillows that he was able to get a decent view of what was going on. Rogan’s brow was knitted in concentration as he carefully laid everything out. He opened an antiseptic wipe and cleaned off the tip of Tate’s cock, paying special attention to his slit. Tate tried not to hiss from the jolt of coldness. He didn’t want Rogan to get worried.

After using two wipes to complete the first step, Rogan opened a small packet of surgical lube. Tate already knew how it worked whenever something was inserted in a guy’s dick, but since this was the first time it was being done to him, he was fascinated.

Rogan’s frown deepened as he gave Tate’s cockhead a squeeze, rounding the slit to make a larger opening. Tate’s breathing accelerated. While he was filled with gratitude that his Daddy was being so careful with him, he also wished he’d hurry up already.

Rogan squirted lube directly into the opening, then used his index to push against the small puddle, encouraging as much of the liquid into the hole as possible. He repeated the action once more, then added some to the sanitized plug. Tate didn’t bother to comment that Rogan had used enough lube for an extra thick and long sound.

Rogan let out a long sigh. “Okay. This should be good.” He swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “It’s a good thing we practiced putting the cage part on already. This goes on so differently from the other one we use.”

Tate had purposely picked out a flexible silicone model that was simple and user-friendly. But now, with the plug added into the mix, they’d had to find a cage that would accommodate that aspect and gotten one that was stainless steel. The insertable part was of the standard variety, a decent size and type for him to begin with. It was almost two inches in length, he could still pee through it, but it was also deep enough to achieve good stimulation.

At least, that’s what the company promised. He couldn’t wait to find out.

“Here goes nothing,” Rogan chuckled shakily.

Tate held his breath, enraptured by the thin, blunt end slowly being urged into his slit by Rogan’s careful hand. Other than a slight pressure, he didn’t feel much of anything, and started to wonder if he should’ve gone with a bigger size.

Tate hissed, the sudden sting a shock, but not an unpleasant one. The aching bite was what made slit play so alluring to him.

“Should I stop?”

Rogan’s terrified expression would’ve been comical if Tate didn’t know how seriously Rogan was about his safety.

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