by Romilly King
“No, if anything Ivo is the more certain of the two of them,” Birch said, “While I feel just as connected to both of them, I think Ivo is the more relaxed in his dynamic. I think he must be more experienced than Griffin. Maybe you think that because Griffin is the more vocal one?”
“Maybe,” Cash shrugged, “I certainly seem to hear more from him than from Ivo,”
“Ivo’s the strong but silent type,” Birch grinned, “I’m going to go if that’s all, I want to prepare for Ivo.”
“That’s all from me,” Cash said, “And if you are concerned about anything after the scene, please check in with medical, but I doubt there will be an issue as Ivo is a medical man himself and not just your average kinkster.”
“Yes, I am in expert hands,” Birch grinned, “I’ll let you know how it goes,” he added.
“Not in too much detail,” Cash said.
“Shut up,” Birch teased, “You know you’d love the hear the dirty details,”
“Go!”
Laughing, Birch let himself out of the office and hurried home to take a long, long bath and make himself ready for whatever Ivo had planned for him.
Chapter Twenty-two - Ivo
Ivo was already in his navy blue scrubs when Birch walked into the room. He didn’t look up. Instead, he kept his eyes on his computer while the boy quickly stripped. It was only when Birch settled onto his knees beside Ivo’s desk that Ivo looked up at him. There was already a flush across Birch’s cheeks, and his eyes were bright. He looked adorable and eager, and Ivo felt a sense of calm settle inside him.
“Good evening, Birch,” he said.
“Good evening, Doctor,” Birch replied, and his voice was breathy with excitement.
Ivo pulled open his desk drawer and took out Birch’s collar, “Are you ready for our scene, Birch?” he asked.
Birch nodded.
“Words please, sweetheart,” Ivo said.
“Yes Doctor, I’m ready for our scene,” Birch said, “I am green and ready to go,”
Ivo smiled at him gently, “I have been looking forward to this for a long time,” he said, as he reached to fasten the collar around Birch’s neck.
“Me too, Doctor,” Birch replied, “I’m going to try and be really good,”
“I know you are,” Ivo let his utter confidence in the Sub seep into his tone, “You are going to let me do just what I want to you, aren’t you.”
Birch’s breath hitched, and he nodded again, “Yes, Doctor,”
Ivo helped Birch to his feet and led him through to the examination room.
The room was well lit and warm, and Ivo had covered the instruments he intended to use with a cloth. He helped Birch onto the bed and had him recline with his legs spread and his feet flat on the table. He then fussed with the height and the inclination, not just to be sure it was perfectly positioned but to allow the tension to build.
Birch’s eyes took in everything around him, and he chewed lightly on his bottom lip. Ivo ran a hand down his warm flank, goosebumps rising on the skin in the wake of his touch, “Are you warm enough?” he asked.
Birch nodded, “Yes thank you, Doctor,”
"Good." Ivo took a seat on his rolling stool and pushed himself over to the bottom of the table, between Birch's bent legs. He extended the stirrups and positioned Birch's feet into them so that his legs were held open. Birch was immediately fully exposed, his plump cock rested on his hipbone, and his tight pink hole was visible in the mirror attached to the table.
"Comfortable?" asked Ivo.
"Yes, Doctor." Birch glanced around, obviously curious, and he tensed when he noticed the trolley positioned beside Ivo, the top covered with a pale blue drape, "What are we going to do tonight?"
Ivo was glad that Birch had enough confidence in him to ask. He laid a hand on Birch's calf and squeezed it reassuringly while with his other hand he drew back the drape and revealed the stainless steel speculum, his new steel lube injector, medical lube, and a small probe with metal electrodes at the end.
"Oh," Birch said faintly, his eyes were huge, and the paper on the table crackled as he shifted. "You're going to open me up."
"Yes," Ivo smiled, "I’m going to use my finger’s first, and not only because I love touching you, but because I want to work you open so that this slides in easily, with no pain." He lifted the speculum to show Birch and pressed his thumb against the screw to open the blades halfway. "This will hold you wide open, exposed, all pink and slick and shining, so that I can just slip my fingers inside you and explore.” Birch’s gaze was fixed on Ivo, and his mouth was slack. Until this point he had kept his tone casual, but he allowed his dominance to show through when he spoke next, “You'll have no choice in opening to me, no matter how much you squirm or tighten up the metal will hold you open and you’ll still be exposed to me. After I've got you as wide as I can, that's when this comes in."
Birch craned his neck to see the probe Ivo held up. The flush on his cheeks had spread to his chest, and sweat beaded along his hairline. Under Ivo’s hand, the muscles of his calf tensed and released.
"What is that?” Birch asked, “Is it a vibrator?”
"No." Ivo took his hand from Birch’s leg, he lifted the probe and touched it to his own forearm. The jolt from it forced his fingers to flex, and he hissed at the sensation. "Electricity,” he said, “This is a Functional Electrical Stimulation probe, it was originally developed to produce orgasm in men with spinal cord injuries or stroke damage. It will trigger an orgasm that is instant, powerful, and totally beyond your control. With this, I can make you come whenever I want. As many times as I want. You'll have no choice."
"Fuck," Birch whispered, his gaze riveted to the innocuous probe in Ivo's hand, “Is it dangerous?”
“Not for you, I wouldn't do it outside of a hospital on someone with an actual spinal injury, but for you, it will just be relentless.”
Birch hadn’t looked away, he hadn’t rolled off the table and run for it, and Ivo realized that he was finally going to play the scene he had planned for years.
"Do you understand what I am going to do to you?” Ivo asked Birch seriously, “Because once we start, I’m only going to stop for yellow or red on the stoplight system. Anything else, like No or Stop, I’m going to ignore.”
Birch dragged his gaze away from the probe to meet Ivo's eyes. He looked halfway to subspace already, his expression a mix of nerves and desire. It was clear to Ivo that Birch wanted to try this. "You are going to open me up and stimulate me with electricity to orgasm," he whispered, “Only the stoplight yellow or red will make you stop,” his eyes were fixed on Ivo, “I consent, and I am green for go,” he said.
Ivo stood and walked around to the head of the table, he took Birch’s face in his hands and stared into his eyes, "Promise me," he said, “If anything feels wrong, or off or painful, that you'll say your safewords. This is not meant to be painful, this is intense, but it should not hurt you. This is serious play and pain, real pain is a sign that something is wrong, and you need to tell me because if I damaged you, I would be devastated."
Birch blinked and swallowed, “I trust you, Doctor,” he said, “And I want to be good for you, so will you…”
“Yes?”
"Will you restrain me, please," Birch managed to get the words out, “Because I want to be good and I don’t want to try and fight this, I want to give in to this and being restrained will help.”
“Of course, Birch,” Ivo reached down the bed and lifted the restraint attached to the side and wrapped it around Birch’s wrist before moving down the bed to secure his ankle to the stirrups. He moved to the other side of the table and fastened the wrist and ankle on that side, and with each buckle pulled into place and tightened, Birch’s breathing evened out, and his body relaxed.
Ivo checked the restraints with two fingers between the cloth and Birch's skin, then sat back on his stool. He pulled on a pair of dark latex gloves and ran his hands gently over the inside of Birch’s thighs, feeling
the sensitive skin jump through the thin gloves.
"Ready?" he asked as he picked up the stainless steel lube injector and drew it full of medical-grade lubricant.
Birch swallowed and nodded, “Yes Doctor,”
Ivo leaned forward and dabbed a touch of lube to Birch’s tight furled hole, "Remember," he said as he slid the metal tip into Birch and slowly began to depress the plunger, "You don't have to make this happen. I will do all the work. All you have to do is lie there and let me do it."
Birch swallowed and blew out a breath, “Trying my hardest,” he said and flinched at the chill of the lube that Ivo injected into his ass.
Slowly Ivo drew the tip of the injector out and pearly lube now shone in the folds of Birch’s hole.
"Breathe for me," Ivo said and stroked his index finger over the furl of muscle, feeling it contract and relax with every pass of his finger. Birch exhaled slowly, and Ivo bent his finger in and up. Birch’s toes curled against his feet, his eyes slipped shut, and he grunted at the penetration.
Inside, Birch was hot and tight, and just for a fleeting moment, Ivo felt his confidence stutter. He couldn’t imagine fitting his fingers, much less the speculum inside this tight channel.
He rotated his finger, pulled back, and then pushed in, patient with his patient, as he slowly persuaded Birch’s body to let him in. This was what fascinated Ivo the most, the thing that other Dom’s rushed past in search of more obvious delights. Ivo loved to linger here, slowly working a Sub’s body to yield to him.
Birch’s breathing was slow and steady, and Ivo pulled back, slicked up his fingers, and pushed in again with two fingers. He watched Birch's brow furrow and noted the way his mouth went slack when Ivo twisted his fingers inside him.
This was how Ivo wanted Birch, his body giving up its secret places to him, while the flush on his chest and the hitch in his breath told tales of his growing arousal.
"I think this is the perfect way to get to really know someone," Ivo said quietly, "Doing this, I can feel every thought in your head. Because your body responds to your mind. I can feel your heartbeat, so I would know if you were scared. I could ask you anything when you are like this, and I'd know when you told me the truth." For emphasis, he spread his fingers inside Birch, and Birch whined and quivered in response. He jerked in the restraints, and his eyes flew open and met Ivo’s calm, confident gaze.
Birch sighed and settled back down and relentless, remorseless, Ivo carried on. He spent long minutes working his fingers into Birch until the Sub was slick and yielding around him.
Birch gasped when Ivo slid a third finger inside him, and when Ivo hooked them forward and pushed a liquid moan spilled from him and his back arched off the bed. Ivo massaged his prostate and Birch’s cock, hard and red now against his tense abdominal muscles, twitched, and he strained against the restraints.
“What a sensitive prostate,” Ivo said, “I’m tempted to just massage it until you come,” he looked up at Birch, “And come and come and come until you are crying and begging me to stop,”
Birch ground his teeth together, "You wouldn't."
"I would," Ivo said calmly. "I would enjoy it, wringing orgasm after orgasm from you. But not today. Another time."
Birch groaned and flopped back, and Ivo, suppressing a smile, continued to work, patiently curling and twisting his fingers, opening Birch wider.
His hole was loose now, slick with lube, and he moaned whenever Ivo pulled back as if loathe to lose the fullness. Ivo toyed with the idea of tucking a fourth finger in – Birch’s was certainly loose enough for it – but that would make the stretch of the speculum less intense, and he wanted Birch to feel ever notch it opened.
He reached for the speculum with his left hand, while he kept the right curled inside Birch, a knuckle nudged up against his prostate. The sound of metal against metal made Birch lift his head again, and he stared at Ivo with glazed eyes.
“Now?” he rasped, almost pleading. Ivo’s fingers were clearly no longer enough for him, and Ivo was overjoyed to be asked to give more.
Ivo answered by sliding his fingers out and replacing them with the speculum. He sucked in a breath at the sight of Birch’s hole stretched pale and taut around the metal, and pressed the heel of his hand against the erection that he had suddenly become acutely aware of.
Birch moaned at the intrusion of the cold metal, a raw sound, and he tried to clench around it, but between the lube and Ivo’s thorough stretching, he had no purchase on the slick metal. His whimper at his realization that he was powerless ramped Ivo’s arousal even higher. He was sure this was the most sexually arousing scene he had ever had the privilege to conduct.
He placed his thumb on the screw on the side of the speculum and slowly began to crank the prongs wider.
Birch tensed, he wrapped his fingers around the straps that held the cuffs to the bed and gripped them tight. Each turn of the screw caused a whine to fall from Birch’s plump lips, and he slowly knocked his head against the examination table, desperate to make some movement to counteract the relentless stretch in his ass.
With the speculum halfway open, Ivo paused and took his thumb off the screw. He rested his hand on Birch’s trembling thigh and checked in with him.
Birch’s head was arched back into the pillow, the tendons stood out in his neck, and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Despite the look on his face, his cock was still hard, and the tip shone with precome as it rested against him.
"You're all right," Ivo said quietly. He rubbed his hand soothingly up and down the inside of Birch’s thigh, "You're doing so well for me."
Birch half-opened his eyes and caught Ivo's gaze. "Done?" he slurred. He had relaxed at the sound of Ivo's voice, his grip around the restraints easing.
"No. Halfway there," Ivo felt a combination of amusement and affection as Birch groaned and thumped his head back against the pillow. "If you want to stop here, we can.” Ivo said, “You're just wide enough for the probe."
He glanced down at the mirror positioned on the end of the bed, and the upside-down vision of Birch impaled on his instruments, held open and vulnerable, pink and slick and yielding took his breath away.
"But I think you can take more.” Ivo said, “In fact, I know you can take more.” His eyes met Birch’s again, “I wish you could see yourself,” he said, “How beautiful you are right now. I don’t think I have ever seen anything more perfect."
Birch swallowed. He stared at the ceiling, his chest rose and fell as he took deep, controlled breaths. Sweat trickled along his hairline and ran down onto the pillow. He shifted and groaned as the motion jostled the speculum inside him. He closed his eyes again, and Ivo waited. He stroked Birch’s thigh muscles, and half-certain of the answer, he waited. Birch was co-operative. He was devoted, and he wanted to please his Dominant, but more than that, Birch was an experienced Sub who had spent his formative years pushing his body to see what it could do. Ivo was sure he wanted to go further.
Birch took a deep breath in through his nose, "I’m willing to keep going, Doctor,” he said, “Please take it further. All the way."
"My good, brave sub," Ivo said, and he pressed a kiss to the damp, fresh smelling skin on the inside of Birch’s thigh. He adored how Birch’s muscles eased at the praise and the affection, “Thank you, my darling boy.”
The second half was harder. Ivo spent long minutes waiting for Birch to loosen enough for him to turn the screw again, but it was worth it for the way Birch gasped and whined, the way he struggled to endure the dull pain of being stretched open for Ivo.
With every turn of the screw, Ivo felt a deeper connection to his Sub. Birch wanted what Ivo wanted, and gave himself gladly. A few times, Birch said ‘No,’ and Ivo widened the prongs anyway, just to hear the way Birch's 'no' trailed off into an inarticulate moan.
And then, finally, he had him fully dilated, and it was glorious to see. Ivo groaned at the sight and surged up to kiss Birch's slack mouth, and Birch clumsily tried to reciprocate, all
of his attention focused on the speculum.
"God, you're so good," Ivo breathed against his mouth, and Birch shuddered and tried to stretch up to kiss him harder, but Ivo pulled back to torment him. "So sweet. I love you like this," and he reached down and traced his thumb around the rim of Birch's hole, tight and so hot even through the latex glove.
Birch swallowed and stared into Ivo’s eyes. Ivo could see the black tide of subspace that had sucked Birch in, and his heart swelled at the fact that he put Birch there, and that Birch trusted him to do it.
"Thank you," Ivo said. He has to clear his throat. "Thank you. So much."
Birch's gaze focused for a second, his innate intelligence pushed him towards the surface of his submission, and he turned his head just enough to kiss the inside of Ivo's wrist. His lips were soft against Ivo's pulse, the place where his blood ran closest to the surface.
Ivo kissed him again, then drew back. He ran one hand along Birch's body, cupped his half-hard cock, and stroked it back to life. He sat down again on the stool and stripped off his gloves and pulled on a fresh pair before he picked up the probe.
The probe was slender, unassuming, and Birch didn’t even look at it when Ivo took it in his hand. He was relaxed into the bed, his mind coiled into itself and submerged in subspace, and he barely even moved as Ivo slipped the probe inside him and positioned it.
Ivo took a deep calming breath and pressed the current button on the control box. Birch shouted, his body jerked violently, but the restraints held. His muscles locked, and his cock spasmed forcefully, and he came all over himself. Untouched, instantly, just like Ivo said he would.
"Holy fuck," Birch slurred, his eyes wide. He looked at the come splashed across his stomach and took a deep breath. "I don't-"
Ivo, sadist at his core, gave Birch no time to settle, he pressed the button again, and Birch came again. The deep joy of ultimate control sang through Ivo. He could make Birch come with the flick of a switch, he owned this man, held his pleasure, his reflex, his entire body – because Birch's let him.