Chapter 36
36
TOBY
“The guys already took your gear in,” Clarence tells me as the light turns green when he swipes my ID. “They didn’t want anyone to mess with it, so it’s in private room number three. Code for the door is your birthday, sweetie.”
I don’t know what my face is showing, but it’s obvious I’m not doing a very good job of hiding my feelings. I don’t want to be here without my kitten. My inner pup doesn’t want to play. He just wants to howl and whine and beg for his kitten to come back to him.
“Do you need help getting into your gear?” Jay asks when we reach the door for room three. “I know Shiloh usually helped, but I can help with the buckles and everything tonight.”
I can’t stop the whimper that escapes at the realization that I can’t even go full pup without help anymore. I mean, the jock and the plug tail I can do by myself… same with the pads and the leg straps. But if I’m by my self, I have to choose between the mits and the hood. It’s been over a year since I’ve been without either.
Looking up at Jay, I see the pity in his eyes. I’m pathetic…
“I got you, Toby,” he says softly as he opens the door to reveal my bag sitting on a couch. There’s a bead on the floor that looks a bit like the ones I helped Shiloh put in his hair and it sets off another whimper. As the door closes, Jay pulls me into his chest and the floodgates open.
“Let it all out, pup. Let it out.”
I don’t know how long I cried for, but Daddy Jay’s shirt is soaked through when I pull back and he hands me a water.
“Hydrate first, then get changed with what you can do yourself. I’ll be back once I grab my stuff from my lock box.”
Being alone in the changing room is heavier than anything else I’ve ever felt.
You’re afraid of losing people just like you lost your mother, Tobias.
Shut up, Doctor Monroe!
Yanking open the zipper on my bag of gear, I start pulling everything out only to realize I forgot to put a new bottle of lube in there after running out last time we were here. In the main changing area, there’s almost always someone there with lube in a pinch, but I’ve never been in a private room to see what they stock .
Fuck it. I’ll get everything else on and borrow some from Jay’s diaper bag when he gets back. He’s definitely an overly prepared Daddy.
I finish getting everything I can on and move my bag to the low table in front of the couch. Glancing around the room, it looks like it’s set up to be like a dorm or cheap apartment type of vibe. I can dig it in a way. I would definitely be more comfortable doing something in here compared to say the classroom set-up in room seven.
Jay is taking forever to grab his diaper bag, so I can only assume he came across a boy or girl needing his help. He might be homosexual, but he will be a Daddy to absolutely anybody who needs one. I really hope he can find his boy someday soon.
Out of boredom, I throw myself down on the couch and yelp as something cold and hard presses on my left asscheek. Leaning over, I dig my hand between the cushions to feel for whatever it was that poked me. My fingers brush against something hard and plastic and I pull it out in triumph.
LUBE!
I don’t know what gods are looking down on me today, but at least now I won’t have to suffer trying to rush through inserting my tail with Jay in the room. The man is like a brother to me. It would be awkward with a capital A for him to watch me fingering my hole.
My tail gets placed on the cushion nest to me as I kneel facing the back of the couch to get a good angle for doing this. Usually in the main changing room, I do this in a stall so that I don’t make Shiloh nervous or give anyone any ideas. I’m not exactly shy, but I’m not into voyeurism.
Two lubed fingers go in and I have to remind myself that this is just stretching. I’m not looking to get off. I just need to get my tail in so that Jay can help me with my mitts and my hood…
The sound of the door opening has me pausing. Fuck.
“Just give me a minute, Jay. I’m almost ready for you,” I call out as I scissor my fingers faster, trying to get open enough to where I can shove the tail in without worrying about tearing.
“Jay got held up.”