by Romilly King
The therapist at his feet giggled, and Birch grinned down at her.
“It is a sexy look, you have to admit. Makes it worth the sting,”
“It’s not so bad,” Birch said, “And honestly, I kinda like the idea of them being interested enough in me to make me sure I’m exactly how they want me. That’s sorta hot,”
“You and your objectification kink,” said Ms. Maisie with affection, “Look, enjoy the massage, let it put you in the headspace, and good luck with the contract, I know it’s a toughy, but you’re going to be awesome, you always are.”
“Thanks,” said Birch, “I’ll call in an all-clear when I finish tonight, Cash and Tay want me to do that for the first week or so, just as protocol.”
“Got it,” Ms. Maisie said, “Ms. Sara is on call tonight, and you are on her checklist.”
“Okay,” Birch stood as the therapist beckoned him out of the chair, “Got to go, time to assume the position,” he said.
Ms. Maisie laughed as Birch cut the connection.
By the time he arrived at the Emptores house, every inch of Birch’s skin felt super sensitive, and he was more aware of every part of his body than he had been in years. The waxing had sent him sinking into his submissive headspace as he had knelt exposed on the table, and the attractive therapist had moved his body this way and that with clinical hands. The way she had impersonally pulled his skin of his most intimate areas taut and applied hot wax had appealed to all his kinks, and he had become hard despite being in no way interested in her.
Arriving at the Emptores house so soon after all his appointments, with the buzz of objectification still echoing in his head, made him think that maybe these Emptores were more cunning than he had initially thought because he felt super subby.
Griffin, the taller, grey-haired Emptor, opened the door to Birch’s knock, and Birch was suddenly overwhelmed by shyness. This man had arranged to have Birch prepared precisely how he wanted him, and Birch suddenly found it hard to look at him.
“Welcome,” Griffin said and stepped aside to let Birch in, “Did you have a good day?”
Ivo, the dark-eyed Emptor, the surgeon, was stood behind his husband, he had his hands in the pockets of his dark pants, and when he looked at Birch, his expression was hungry.
“My day was, uh, full,” said Birch. Griffin laughed, and Ivo smirked, and Birch realized they knew exactly what all their appointments had done to his headspace.
“You enjoyed your appointments?” asked Griffin.
"It was good to know that I was being prepared the right way for you," said Birch, "Sort of slave boy fantasy, ‘Have him bathed and sent to my rooms’, which is sexy,”
Griffin closed the door behind Birch and stepped closer to him, “You know we found you incredibly attractive anyway, don’t you, this was just icing on the cake,” he said.
Birch smiled and looked up at Griffin, he really was tall and Birch liked the way he looked down at him, “I’m glad you are attracted to me,” he said, “I thought you were, but it’s good to hear,”
"Are you attracted to us?" Griffin took hold of Birch’s hand, and Ivo stepped into their space, making Birch feel hemmed in by his new Emptores. Ivo lifted a hand and cupped Birch's chin, his thumb brushed Birch’s lower lip, and Birch couldn’t tear his gaze away from him.
"Oh, yes," said Birch. "I think it’s obvious I am attracted to you, and I think you know that."
Griffin laughed shortly, "We hoped you were, and we hoped that the appointments would make you feel good and ready for us,”
Birch's face flushed. "I feel ready,” Birch said, “The therapist, she was very thorough. It was...intense, the waxing, and it made me feel, uh good,”
Ivo spoke for the first time, “Can you tell us what about it made you feel good?" The question, innocuous as it was, hit Birch in the gut and sent a sweep of tight pleasure through him. There was a small curl on Ivo’s lips, the hint of a knowing smile.
Birch chewed at his bottom lip, and Ivo pressed his thumb against it to stop him. “I just liked the way she touched me,” Birch said, “I got hard,”
"Was it her? Were you attracted to her? Did you like her touching you?" Ivo asked, and he didn’t seem annoyed, just curious.
"I don't really find women sexually attractive,but—" Birch’s gaze darted between his Emptores, both so close, "I kept thinking about you two. About what your request to Delphic said when you scheduled the appointments for me."
"What did we say?"
God. Birch could feel his cock twitching in his sweat pants, and his skin prickled with desire. These two had no right to be this hot just stood there, calmly asking him questions, making Birch's breaths go quick and shallow.
"The request said, the appointments were to get me up to your required standards,” Birch’s breath hitched. He wanted to press himself against both men, have them hold him, “And the position. And she was touching me so intimately, really professional and—she didn't care about me, sexually – but it made me feel like..." Birch paused and swallowed, his head swam with the imminent descent of his submissive into subspace.
Griffin took mercy on him. "Did it make you feel like a thing? Like an object, we had arranged to have made pretty for us to enjoy?"
"Yes," Birch whispered.
"And you liked that feeling?"
"Yes," the word came out like a sigh.
"You liked being prepared for us,” Griffin said in a low voice, and Birch nodded helplessly, officially out of words.
"I'm going to kiss you now," said Griffin, "Is that okay?"
Birch nodded again, more eagerly. He felt like a puppet on a string as Ivo’s hand on his chin tilted his face up for Griffin. Griffin’s hand cupped his cheek, and Birch was overwhelmed by how turned on he felt.
Even as he tried to rationalize his reaction, Griffin leaned in, and his lips brushed Birch's. Birch whimpered in the back of his throat at the first press of Griffin's mouth on his, but Griffin swallowed it up. Birch parted his lips with a soft gasp, and Griffin took advantage and delved deep into his mouth, his tongue slick and hot and demanding while Birch lost himself in the feel of his lips and the possessive grasp of his hands.
When Griffin drew back to let him breathe, Birch panted raggedly, dizzy with desire. Ivo took Griffin’s place, his mouth was different, his kisses sharper, his claim rougher. And Birch loved that too.
Chapter Eight - Griffin
They each had their own turret rooms in the house – in his more whimsical moments, Griffin liked to allude to them being rival wizards in their towers. He did it mainly to tease Ivo, who had no idea about popular tropes in fantasy. He smiled to himself, his husband read nonfiction on Korean porcelain and the history of dance for fun, he was easy to tease, but he gave as good as he got, in his own way.
It had taken a while for Griffin to get Ivo’s subtle dry humor and sly wit, but when he did, Griffin knew he couldn’t be without it, and it all became part of the way Ivo slid into his heart.
And now here he was, leading this beautiful submissive boy to his playroom, his own turret of magic, while his wonderful husband planned his own scenes in his private retreat. He grinned as he opened the door, and Birch entered the space and looked around curiously.
Griffin was proud of the room he had prepared, he felt it fitted him. The floor was thickly carpeted, the décor minimalistic allowing the architectural features to shine through – the paneling, the molding, and the central ceiling rose around the chandelier that dripped crystal droplets.
The only decoration was a large floor pot with dried flower heads and withies. The bed was a sturdy four-poster in smooth dark walnut, the wood luminous like espresso, and a padded ottoman was placed at the foot of it. In the turret bay, stood an armchair with a floor cushion beside it.
Built-in cupboard discretely lined one wall, and a door in the paneling lead to the attached bathroom.
The colors were manly; bitter chocolate and teal.
“I’m not a fan of that w
hole red and leather dungeon aesthetic,” Griffin explained as he watched Birch look around.
“It’s perfect,” replied Birch.
“When we come in here, you will always kneel,” Griffin told him, “Ideally, you will be waiting for me here, naked and kneeling, but if we enter together, you will still kneel.” Birch slid to his knees and obediently waited, and Griffin thrilled at the effortless joy of a well trained submissive. All he would have to do is watch this boy respond, everything else had been done for him.
“I will want you on your knees as much as possible because I love the way you look up at me.” He rested his hand on Birch’s short hair. He caressed the sides which were shorn short and ran his fingers through the longer tendrils on top. What a clever boy, he thought, he left the top longer so his Dom’s could get a good grip.
Birch smiled up at him, his eyes trusting, “Are you nervous?” Griffin asked because he was curious.
“More excited,” admitted Birch, “I like playing with new people, and you and your husband are handsome and interesting,”
“I’m excited too,” Griffin said, and he was, he had been half hard in his pants since he had kissed Birch, and watching Ivo kiss the boy, that had been something else. He was going to be replaying that in his head later. It was a special kind of steamy to see his husband calmly claim the boy’s mouth.
“I’d like you to strip now, Birch,” Griffin said, “And stand over there,” he pointed to the center of the room.
Birch again rose effortlessly to his feet, his body rippled sinuously until he was upright. He undressed neatly and efficiently, folding his clothes and leaving them on top of the dresser beside the door.
When he moved to the center of the room, he walked with the particular strut of the dancer and the muscles in his compact, thick body flexed enticingly as he moved.
“Inspection, please Birch,” Griffin felt his inner Dom stretch luxuriously and step into the light, it felt marvelous.
“You look beautiful waxed,” he said as he lifted the boy’s cock. It was warm in his hand, more than half-hard, plump and pretty, a delicate blush color with tight, even balls hung below.
“Did you not like the way it looked before?” asked Birch.
“I did, but now it’s better, and I can tease this sensitive skin without the hair getting in the way.” Birch’s cock hardened even more in his hand, “I know it’s too soon to be doing anything drastic, you were only waxed this afternoon, so I’m going to focus on other areas tonight.”
Birch looked a little disappointed, “I think if you wanted to focus on my cock it would be fine.”
Griffin loved the way he said cock.
“I’m sure,” Griffin teased, “I’m sure it would love some attention, but I have other plans.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So we’re using the stoplight system for check-in and safety. Green for go, yellow for hold, red for stop,”
“Yes Sir”
“And are you green?”
“Yes sir, the board is all green, good to go,”
“You’re a funny little thing aren’t you,”
“If you say so, Sir,” said Birch cheekily.
Griffin threw a grin over his shoulder at the boy as he walked over to the dresser and got what he wanted from the top drawer. He didn’t let Birch see what he intended to use on him. Instead, he chose to approach the boy from behind and slip a blindfold over his eyes.
Birch made a little “oh,” noise as the blindfold cut off his vision.
“I’m going to put cuffs on you now, Birch,” Griffin said, he squatted and wrapped soft leather restraints around Birch’s neat ankles before he rose and clasped a matching pair around his sturdy wrists.
“Kneel for me, Birch,” he put his hand on Birch’s shoulder to give the blindfolded boy a reference as he slid down onto his knees.
“Good boy,” Griffin ripped off his own shirt and went to his knees behind Birch, “Widen your knees and lean back for me,”
Birch leaned back, his wrists swayed towards his ankle cuffs, and Griffin caught them and clipped them together, both wrists to the ankles. “Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes Sir,”
Griffin rose to his feet again, a lot less gracefully than Birch, and examined the restrained sub.
“That’s gorgeous,” he murmured. Birch was angled backward, his hands rested on the floor beside his ankles, so he was balanced and capable of holding the position for some time.
The position forced him to push his chest out, and his cock was beautifully presented between his widespread thighs. Griffin could clearly see the definition in his six-pack, his abdominal muscles revealed by the stretch, and above that, his nipples were a dark brown target on his solid chest.
He really was gorgeous, entirely in proportion, and while he didn’t have the elongated dancer’s body he wanted, he had an astounding physique, compact and muscled and thick. Griffin found it incredibly sexy.
Griffin pulled a pair of nipple clamps from his back pocket. He leaned forward and pinched a nipple until the tight little bud was erect, then he slipped the crocodile clips onto it. Birch groaned low in his throat, and his hips moved restlessly. Oh, he liked that.
“Good boy,” Griffin murmured. He teased the other nub but didn’t clamp it. Instead, he popped a finger in his mouth and then circled the nipple with his wet finger. Birch pushed his chest towards the teasing pleasure, and Griffin reached over and tugged lightly at the clamped nipple. He watched as Birch bit his lip. Responsive, he thought.
Unhurriedly Griffin toyed with Birch’s nipples. He took the clamps off and then replaced them. He flicked them and tugged on them. Finally, be removed them and then knelt to suck and bite at Birch’s nipples.
Birch’s nipples were soon swollen and red, and when Griffin blew on them, Birch moaned and tried to hump the air with his cock, which was fully hard and leaving streaks of shiny precum across his abs.
“Such a good boy,” Griffin said, “I’m going to make you come one day just by playing with these,”
When he couldn’t endure his own simmering arousal any longer, Griffin stood and freed his throbbing erection from his jeans. He didn’t bother taking them off, just unzipped himself and pulled his cock out. He looked down at Birch as he slowly stroked himself. “I have such plans for you,” he said, “I’m going to make your body sing,”
“Yes Sir,”
Griffin reached forward and slid the blindfold from Birch’s eyes. Birch’s gaze zeroed in on Griffin’s cock, and he licked his lips. “Hungry, baby?” Griffin asked.
“Yes, Sir, please, sir,” Birch opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. God, someone had trained this boy perfectly. Delphic definitely knew what they were doing.
Griffin shuffled forward until his feet were either side of Birch’s thighs, and his cock bobbed just inches from Birch’s open mouth. “It’s big, can you take it all?” he asked.
Birch nodded and kept his mouth open.
“Good,” said Griffin, “Because you were getting it all anyway,” He twisted a hand in Birch’s hair and held his head still while he fed his cock into Birch’s mouth.
“God, that’s good,” he slid further in, going deeper on the first thrust than he would have with anyone else. And the boy took it. Griffin looked down at the red lips stretched around his girth and pushed a little further. He felt the head of his cock breach the muscle in Birch’s throat. Birch’s eyes were wide, trained on him, and he made a little grunting cough in the back of his throat as he took Griffin’s cock in.
“Oh yeah, good boy,” Griffin slid out unhurriedly, and watched as Birch’s eyes went hazy with the praise, “That’s it, boy, going to push it in again now,”
Birch was totally pliant, his eyes watered, and his throat convulsed around Griffin’s cock, but his breathing was measured and slow, and his gaze grew steadily more distant.
“Beautiful, darling, boy,” Griffin fucked languorously into Birch's throat, his arousal building by
increments, “Swallow around me,” Birch obeyed, his throat fluttering, “Good boy, what a good boy, taking it all,”
Birch’s lips were flushed and swollen now, his chin covered in drool and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he remained pliant, submissive, and his rock hard cock spurted little dribbles of precome every time Griffin praised him.
Griffin was moving Birch on his cock now, he rocked him back and forth with the grip on his hair, “Going to come soon little sub, going to come all over your face, because you’re going to look so pretty like that,” Birch’s gaze never left his. Griffin groaned, low and happy, his orgasm rose with a glorious tension.
“Yes, so good, so well-trained,” Griffin had never been a verbose lover. He had never been prone to dirty talk, but now the words tumbled from his mouth, and it was freeing because they were instantly obeyed.
“My beautiful little cum slut, you want this on your face, don’t you?” he pulled out of Birch’s mouth, and the boy looked up at him, totally debauched. He nodded, needy and ready.
Griffin fisted his cock, “Ask for it,” he said, his hand moving fast along his length as it swelled.
“Please, Sir, give me your come,” Birch’s voice was wrecked, hoarse and rough, but desperate, his hips abortively thrust into space, and his cock was flushed red.
“Because you asked so nicely,” Griffin came, his orgasm a thunderous drumming in his ears, and the spurts from his cock painted the flushed face of the boy in front of him. He groaned long and low and leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock through the thick trails of come on Birch’s face. Birch’s eyelids fluttered, his gaze dark and dreamy, and he whispered “Thank you, Sir, thank you,”
Griffin left Birch hard because he could, and his inner dominant applauded him.
Chapter Nine - Ivo
Ivo strolled out onto the terrace, the sun-warmed brick held the heat from the day and was comforting under his bare feet. He settled into a chair and lit the rare cigar he allowed himself – so many surgeons held onto the quiet pleasure of a single cigar now and then. He set his glass of wine on the bistro table beside him and blew a fat smoke ring up at the stars. A deep sense of peace pervaded him.