Page 87 of Born Daddy

“I suppose we are. So, it’s okay if I can’t think of anything?”

“There aren’t any rules about this, remember? I’m more curious about you discovering what you enjoy or think you might enjoy.” Rogan chuckled, “And before you say anything, I mean the non-kinky stuff.”

“You’re making this too hard,” Tate grumbled.

“Speaking of hard things…you haven’t been touching yourself, have you?”

“No. But…” Tate sighed. “I’m not sure about this sleeve thing. I was excited about it all morning, but I dunno. I started imagining doing this without you here. I know I said I wanted to give it a try, but...”

“You’d rather I be the one to put it on you.”

Tate let out a sigh. That was it. He was excited about trying the sleeve after all, but not without Rogan taking charge of the process.

“Yeah, totally. Now that you’ve been asking me to think about what I want, all kinds of things are coming up for me I never did before. Like…” He shifted on the couch, a thread of nervousness building inside. “I know you’re super busy with your job and everything, but maybe we could go deeper into being Daddy/boy on the weekends? I could call you Daddy all the time, and if it’s not too much of a hassle…” Tate cringed. He’d sound so selfish and needy.

“Tell me, sweetheart. I want to know what fulfills you, to be the Daddy you need. I’ll let you in on something. Over the past couple weeks, and probably going back to when you moved in, I’ve been more excited about waking up in the morning, about discovering what the new day would bring.”

Rogan continued. “That’s you, Tate. That’s this journey we’ve embarked on. I’ve begun to truly embrace what my role is in our relationship, all the possibilities of what we can be together, and probably many I haven’t discovered yet. Sweetheart, I’m loving being a Daddy, but I still have so much to learn. Help me. Help me get as much as I can out of this experience by telling me what you want.”

“Oh.” Tate’s heart lifted, his anxiety turning to excitement. “Okay.”

He licked his lips, his mind racing with a thousand things he’d held inside for all the years he’d been a boy. Tate forced himself to focus. Now wasn’t the time for his brain to short out.

Weekends. Right.

“Well, I was thinking that on the weekends when I call you Daddy all the time, you could coddle me a bit more? Not that you aren’t the most amazing, loving man already, but like, bath times and morning spankings?” He sighed, not sure if he was expressing himself all that well. “Getting spanked probably doesn’t sound much like coddling, but it is for me.”

“Hmm.” Rogan paused a few moments before he spoke again, with Tate holding his breath in anticipation of his Daddy’s response. “I think I get where you’re coming from. What if we did morning spankings, but you only get to come if you’ve been extra good.” Rogan laughed, “Which you always are, so you’ll probably always get to come.”

Tate giggled. “You never know. I could be a bad boy.”

Rogan barked out a laugh. “Oh really?”

“Yeah. And then I have to earn back the right, so maybe you put a very heavy, restrictive cage on me and tease me all weekend. Oh! And you do extra sexy things, like beat off in front of me and stuff, or walk around naked with a cock ring to really make me suffer.”

“Holy…” Rogan’s voice trailed off into a breathy moan. “I’ve got a wicked chubby in the middle of my office right now. Thank Mother Mary I locked the door before you called.” He snorted. “You’ve definitely thought this through.”

Rogan wasn’t the only one with a raging hard-on. Maybe he should go ahead and put the sleeve on after all.

Or maybe I can be a bad boy. It is Friday, after all.

“Actually, I didn’t plan that. Just the coddling part.” He drew his eyebrows together as he tried to recall if he’d ever had that specific fantasy before. “I think I’ve been holding a lot of stuff in because I was too afraid of being a bother and pushing a Daddy away.”

“It’s wonderful you’re letting yourself go now. Don’t hold back, I’m serious.” Rogan snorted again. “Everything you described doesn’t remotely resemble a hassle. More like the hottest weekend I’ve ever had. It also sounds like you’re learning to be the boy you’ve always wanted to be, instead of the one you thought you should be. You’re standing up for yourself and acknowledging your desires. Asking for what you want. I’m so happy for you, for us.”

“Yeah.” Tate grinned, a weight lifting he hadn’t known was holding him down. “We’re learning together. It’s like I’m just as new at being a boy as you are at being a Daddy.”

“This is great stuff.” Rogan’s voice got huskier. “Now, tell me some more about what I can do to tease my boy. And remember, if you touch yourself, I’ll have to put a cock cage on you when I get home. There just happens to be an adult toy store downtown I could swing by after work.”

Tate’s breathing hitched. “I’ll try to be good, Daddy, but I’m not sure I can help myself.” In for a penny… Tate let his hand drift below the waistband of his boxers. “You’re so sexy and I can’t stop thinking about you parading in front of me, your muscles rippling whenever you lift something, or bend over.”

“Bend over? Damn. Go on.”

“And…and you keep walking past me, making sure to play with your balls, maybe run your hand along your hard cock.”

Rogan groaned. “I could play with the tip. I’m sure I’ll have some precum, and I can’t let it go to waste. But since you’ve been so bad, I can’t feed it to you.” Rogan let out an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose I’ll have no choice but to swirl my finger around the head, then swipe it up and suck it off my own finger.”

Tate grabbed his cock at the base, barely able to stave off his orgasm in time. He wasn’t ready for Rogan to stop.

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