Hell, I hadn’t come across a boy who would take me seriously. I wasn’t a hairy, muscled-up Dom who wore leather and boots. I was a lean, tall guy who wore comfortable jeans, button-downs, and tennis shoes. I was more often than not mistaken for a sub than a Daddy, despite my badge clearly spelling out my status. I couldn’t count on one hand the number of times I’d had someone tell me I’d grabbed the wrong badge. If a boy couldn’t believe I was a Daddy and didn’t take a younger Daddy seriously, I couldn’t imagine a little wanting anything to do with someone who was likely younger than them.
