Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Theo
Over the years, I’d built up an incredible sense of self control.
From the brattiest of brats, to the bright-eyed, pleading submissives down on their knees begging for more, I’d looked the other way without so much as blinking.
With Shea, however, it took every ounce of strength in my body not to spread his legs and ravish him right on the changing table.
My cheeks were on fire; my throat constricted and damn it I was so wet I began to wonder if I needed to change as well. And of course Shea noticed. His eyes darted to my crotch, and he reached for my belt. “Maybe you need some help, Da,” he slurred around his finger, drool dripping down his chin.
With my last ounce of self-control, I batted his hand away. He wasn’t offended. In fact, he giggled, a knowing glint in his eye. He knew exactly what he was doing to me—he always had. I cleared my throat. “Not now,” I told him. “Not yet.”
Both of us were well aware that other things needed to happen first, and I understood that he wasn’t hiding his past from me on purpose. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind and yet, it felt like we hadn’t been apart for a single second.
As I reached for Shea’s pants, a buzzing started up in his pocket and an alarm sounded through the quiet room.
Removing his fingers from his mouth with a pop, he rolled his eyes and held his hand out.
“It’s injection day,” he explained in a soft voice, silencing the alarm when I handed over his phone.
“Do you have it on you?”
Shea shook his head, stifling a yawn. “It’s in my cabin.”
He looked absolutely precious. Pink-cheeked, the fluffy edge of his diaper poking out from his jeans.
They were still unbuttoned, and I rubbed at his belly, no doubt sore from holding his bladder for so long.
He hummed his contentment, scrubbing at his tired eyes.
“Looks like you could use a nap anyway,” I said softly.
I did up his jeans, then helped him put his socks and shoes back on. “Would you like some help?”
Shea’s deep blue eyes widened briefly. “You’d help me with my injection?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Unless you don’t want me to.”
“I hate doing it.”
“Go on ahead of me. I need to sort something out and I’ll be right there.”
I brushed my lips across Shea’s cheek, hearing his breath hitch as I did.
He trembled, his hands clenching onto my shirt.
They tugged, almost as if they wanted to haul me closer but my instruction earlier for him to wait stopped him from doing so.
“Go on, sweetheart,” I encouraged him. “I’ll meet you there soon. ”
“Okay.” Shea’s response was nearly inaudible, his warm breath washing across my cheek. I helped him down from the table and sent him on his way while I tidied the room and made sure nothing needed restocked.
I found myself grateful for the silence and though I tried not to linger too long, I took a moment to catch my breath.
The amount of trust that Shea was placing in my hands was almost overwhelming.
Don’t get me wrong, it was everything I’d ever dreamed of, but there was something about fantasy versus reality that made me want toa… pause.
Was I dreaming? Was this all just some figment of my imagination? Would I wake up in my townhouse in Atlanta, drool on my chin and wondering what day it was?
Shaking my head to clear it, I replaced the cover on the changing table and went in search of Jordan. Or Kaylee. Out of all the volunteer counselors, they were the two I trusted the most to run things in my absence. I had a plan and no matter which way it went, I didn’t want any interruptions.
I found Kaylee in one of the picnic areas, overseeing an origami workshop for some of the Middles.
Her—now three—Littlest ones sat to the side, crowded around a movie playing on an iPad propped on the table.
Sienna was in the middle, with Shane to one side and Dakota to the other.
Dakota had one arm around the girl, with Sienna’s head resting on their shoulder.
It warmed my heart to see the touch-averse Little getting close to someone.
“Benji, those aren’t swans.” I followed the sound of Kaylee’s laughter to a table in the corner. There, a blond boy sat in front of a pile of frankly what looked like balled up paper.
“They’re abstract!” he said proudly. He got to work on another one, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he focused.
"What's with all the holes?"
"… spicy abstract."
“That’s right, Benji,” I praised. The boy’s cheeks deepened beneath the attention. “Don’t let anyone squash your creativity.”
Kaylee looked up at me, smiling. She silently nudged her head toward her group of Littles, not wanting to ruin the intimate moment between them.
“I saw. That’s amazing.”
“I can’t believe it,” Kaylee said. “They hardly let me touch them. What do you need?”
“How do you know I’m going to ask for something?”
Kaylee pinned me with that look—the one that could unravel my stubbornness faster than anything. I was far from Little, but Kaylee could see through every ounce of bullshit I fed her.
“Fine,” I relented. “Can you take charge on…” I glanced around the room. Most of the Littles were busy, but Benji’s bratty little eyes were trained on me. I couldn’t let the surprise slip. “Tonight?”
Thankfully, Kaylee knew what I meant. “Of course I can. Is everything okay?”
I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips.
I was really looking forward to having some alone time with Shea.
Sure, the camp was full of adults with their own free will, but it had been difficult to find a moment where something on the admin side wasn’t calling my attention, or Shea wasn’t crossing things off of his list.
“Oh,” Kaylee sang knowingly when I didn’t respond right away. “I get it.”
Benji snickered next to me, catching my attention. “Don’t eavesdrop, Benji.”
“You’re not my Daddy.”
“No, but I can find you one and I promise you won’t like my choice.”
Cheeks on fire, Benji returned to… whatever he was doing to those poor swans.
“You two have fun tonight,” Kaylee said. “I’ve got it covered.”
“I owe you.”
“You give me free drinks—that’s good enough for me!”
Kaylee had never paid for a drink at Playhouse, and she never would. Nor would any of her submissives. They’d been too good to me over the years.
When I found Shea, he laid across his bed with a granola bar in one hand and his phone in the other.
He looked up when I walked in and flashed me a chocolate-tinted smile.
The afternoon sunlight streamed into the cabin, golden light playing across his features and making his deep blue eyes sparkle.
My eyes raked down his body. His T-shirt rode up, giving me a peek at the pale skin beneath and the ruffle of his diaper poking out from his jeans.
“Show you mine if you show me yours.”
What a cheeky little shit. I could hold out though. I’d waited this long, I could wait a few more hours. “Injection?”
Shea rolled his eyes, but sat up and reached into his nightstand. “I usually have to—”
I’d already taken the vial out of the box and stuck it into my binder, right between my breasts.
Testosterone was thick and syrupy, much more so than your average steroid or a vaccine.
While warming it wasn’t necessary, it helped by a long shot and after you’d ended up bruised and sore a couple of times, you learned to appreciate it.
“I should have known you’d know what to do.” Shea shifted to the edge of the bed, tugging me between his legs so he could rest on my stomach. “Tired, Da.”
He hovered on the edge of Little space and if I had my way, he’d be fully regressed and asleep in ten minutes. He didn’t need to be alert for his injection today. Da was here to fix it.
“I know, baby,” I whispered, dropping my hand to his hair. “Let’s get this out of the way so you can have a nap.”
“But what about the bonfire tonight?”
I smirked. There would be a bonfire, but Shea wouldn’t be there. I had a better idea, and I knew that Shea wouldn’t even miss the bonfire.
“There are still hours to go yet. Is there anything specific you want for tonight?”
I stepped back and gave Shea the space to move. He went to his dresser, opened the top drawer, then paused. When the swirling blue oceans that were his eyes found me, my knees nearly buckled. “Can I stay with you again?”
“Of course you can.”
The water in his irises sparkled like the lake in the afternoon sun, and his lips quirked into that smile that made my soul simply…
settle. Shea always had a way of making my heart race, my stomach flip, and my face heat.
But what meant so much more, what solidified the decision that Shea was everything for me, was the way he managed to calm every raging nerve in my body with just one look.
Every bad day, every bad date or breakup, every hiccup that came with starting up the club and this camp—every worry I’d ever had in my life vanished with that smile.
Back in my cabin, I laid Shea across the changing table and instructed him to flip onto his stomach while I washed my hands. “Ass up,” I told him.
He smirked, a dirty little grin, and worked his knees up to arch his ass toward me. With any luck, the next time I had him in that position would be with a cock inside of him and tears streaming down his cheeks.
Between my body heat and the thick, humid air outside, the vial warmed quickly.
I didn’t waste any time drawing the solution into the syringe and working quickly to make sure it didn’t thicken again.
“Big breath, sweet boy.” I pinched Shea’s right ass cheek with one hand, plunging the needle deep into the muscle with the other.
Shea whimpered and when I glanced up, his eyes were squeezed shut. I knew how much this sucked. I wasn’t on hormones for very long—just long enough to deepen my voice a bit and help me lose a little of my feminine body shape—but I remembered every injection and every bruise left behind.
I whispered soft praises to Shea, slowly lowering the plunger so as to minimize the pain.
His hands clenched into fists beneath his head, tighter and tighter until the syringe was empty.
I withdrew slowly, adding pressure to the spot with my fingers and massaging the thick suspension into his bloodstream.
Slowly—too slowly for my liking—his hands relaxed and his eyes fluttered open. Tears hung on the edges of his lashes.
Recapping the needle, I discarded it in the provided sharps box I had installed in each cabin and washed my hands again, returning to Shea to brush the tears from his eyes. “You did so well baby boy.”
A deep rosy hue rushed to the surface of his cheeks. “I should be used to it by now.”
“There’s no getting used to that. Injections suck.” Shea’s pacifier was nowhere to be found, so I unpackaged a new one and handed it over. Shea accepted it happily, his eyes glazing over and the soft suckles echoing through the room. “That’s it, baby. Time to relax for me.”
A contented sigh pressed around the silicone in his mouth.
I grabbed more supplies from beneath the table and held up a clean diaper in a silent question.
He shook his head, hesitantly reaching for the training pants in my right hand instead.
“Good boy. Thank you for letting me know your preferences.”
With that, he relaxed and let me dress him for his nap.
While he ate dinner later that evening, I packed a bag with snacks and drinks, along with a waterproof blanket, diapers and wipes—just in case.
I checked with Kaylee one more time, then found Shea and Tyler sneaking an extra cookie from the dessert table.
Tyler whipped his around his back like that would somehow make it disappear, but Shea smiled and took a big bite.
“Ready?” I asked, brushing a smear of chocolate from his lip. “I see that cookie, Tyler. You’re not my boy to deal with.”
A bright eyed, pink-cheeked smirk, and the boy scurried off with his stolen treat—one I highly suspected he wasn’t supposed to have.
“Ready for what?” Shea asked me.
“You’ll see.”