Shuddering at the clinical, dry tone, I immediately did as instructed. Though I knew what was coming, I still jumped at the sharp sting of Master's palm on my bare ass.
"Be still, boy, or I'll fix it so you can't move at all."
Another hard slap followed and I whimpered, but didn't move. My fingers ached from digging into the exam table's vinyl cover, but not nearly as much as my ass. Master rained several smacks to each ass cheek until I felt like I was going to scream. Then he stopped.
"Into the office. You will sit at my feet and attend to my breakfast."
I followed him out and into his private office down the hall. It was a far cry from the sterilized appearance of the rest of the place. In sharp contrast to the pale, light colors elsewhere, in Master's office the decor was darker, more masculine. His oak desk dominated the room, dark and lacquered, with a black-cased computer monitor sitting in the corner. It amazed me how he managed to keep it so neat; it was hard enough for me to keep the bed made at home, much less clean my desk off.
Master sat down in one of the wingback chairs and I knelt at his feet. My ass burned and I tried not to make a sound as I sat on my heels. I opened one of the plastic containers and found a fork in the bag. Careful not to let anything fall on the floor or anywhere else, I fed Master bites of scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, and two pieces of bacon. My own stomach growled, but he came first. I knew he'd never deny me food or drink. When he had enough, he held up his hand to let me know.
"You may eat now. Remain where you are, but you are allowed to speak if you wish."
"Thank you, Master." I set his plate down before getting my own. "It's good," I said in-between bites. "Thank you."
Master smiled and sat back, sipping a cup of steaming coffee. "I brought you orange juice. Do you have any questions about yesterday?"
I swallowed a bite, and then took a sip of juice. "No, Master. I really enjoyed it. A lot." I felt myself blush and shoved another bite of eggs into my mouth before I said anything else.
He chuckled. "I know you did. As did I. Today, we continue. Do you have any questions about today?"
"No, Master."
"Then come." Master stood and I followed him into the exam room. He covered the table with fresh paper, and then patted the top. "On your back, legs bent, feet close to your body."
I did as I was told, nervousness setting in when I opened my legs. This man knew my body inside and out; he knew what turned me on, what I needed. Yet I still couldn't help the shakiness at the notion that I was spread wide open for him. He turned back to me and snapped on a pair of latex exam gloves. My cock jumped, asshole clenching at the sound. Master stood beside me and squirted lube on two fingers. Then he reached between my legs and pushed both fingers deep.
Gasping, I fought not to move, the urge to ride his fingers strong. Master twisted his hand and pressed deeper. My eyes rolled back the second he stroked my gland, sparks shooting up my spine. My hips lifted and I couldn't stop, rocking and fucking myself on his fingers. Master pulled out, and then slid back in, three fingers this time. He spread all three and I cried out, thighs shaking.
"Very good. Legs up." He withdrew and helped me scoot down to the end, strapping my legs in the stirrups. Then he opened my legs, hands moving down my thighs, my muscles going tight the wider apart my legs got. Just when I thought I couldn't move any further, he locked the stirrups into place.
Left in position, I closed my eyes and worked on relaxing as best I could. I heard Master pull his stool up to the end of the table. Even through my eyelids, I could tell he turned on the lamp and soon my inner thighs -- along with everything else between them -- warmed under the bright light. His fingers mapped my skin, moving slowly, almost reverently. For a moment, I forgot this was a scene. I focused on his touch, every stroke making me ache. He'd drift close to my groin, and then move away again, latex-sheathed fingers gliding effortlessly over my smooth skin. He liked me shaved, so the only hair on my body was from the neck up. As a result, my sense of touch had grown acute.
"I'm going to ask you some questions and I expect truthful answers." When I nodded my understanding, he continued. "How many sexual partners have you had?"
"Five in the past eight years," I answered, biting off a whimper when a gloved fingertip ghosted over my hole.
"Do you prefer to penetrate?" he asked, hands leaving me. "Or do you enjoy being penetrated?"
"Penetra-- Oh, fuck..." I gasped, arching as two fingers surged inside me. "Penetrated. Oh, God."
"Do you enjoy this?" Master added a third finger and I moaned. When he spoke, my lover's voice nearly overshadowed my doctor's, thick and husky with need.
"Yes," I breathed. Hearing him so aroused, knowing that he enjoyed this as much as I did, made me ache for the man even more. My eyes rolled back as he stroked my gland, fingers flexing and spreading. I wanted to touch him, to feel the hard thickness beneath his slacks.
Master removed his fingers and I groaned my disappointment. He reached down and did something to the table because, within seconds, my ass tilted up a bit, giving him better access. Master turned away for a moment, came back, and pressed something cold and hard against my hole. I shuddered and moaned as he pushed the thing slowly inside me. He gripped what I figured was a handle and moved the instrument a little.
"This is just a scope," he said as he shifted the thing around. "I'm pulling out the plunger now, just relax."
Easier said than done, I thought. The knowledge that his full attention was on my asshole made the rest of my body tense up, my cock hard as stone and leaking precome onto my stomach. I heard a tiny click I knew to be his penlight from the times I'd toyed with it while bored. My face flushed when I realized he was looking inside me, shining the light into my hole. Just when I thought I would die from embarrassment and arousal, though, Master began pulling the scope out, twisting and turning it. When it finally slipped free, I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
"You're doing very well, Kyle," he said. "I'm going to examine you internally, so I'll need to open you. Just relax now."
Slick, cool metal pressed to my lubed hole, and then slowly slid inside. From the shape, I knew what it was. I've had exams before, but in this context it felt completely different. There's no way in this world to describe the sensation of a speculum prying your asshole open. Flesh gives; metal doesn't. I had no choice but to will my body to relax, breath quickening as the steel bills of the instrument spread me wide. The shaking started again, my entire body flushed, heated.
"Shh, you're okay," Master murmured. One hand stroked my inner thigh and he locked the speculum in place. He took a deep breath and his fingers dug into my skin, his next words more breath than sound. "Jesus, Kyle..."
I knew that tone of voice better than my own. I wanted to beg, to plead for him to take me, right there, while I lay splayed open for him. I wondered what it would be like, getting fucked with my legs in stirrups. Then I thought about him coming, spunk spraying on my gaping hole, white on stainless steel. My cock throbbed, hips rocking. I couldn't stop...
"Master..."
He moved so quick that it took my breath away. Master Wolfe's mouth crushed mine in a hard, bruising kiss, his growl ravenous as he devoured me with lips, tongue, and teeth. I cried out and without thinking, reached up, meeting his hand. He pressed our linked fingers down my body to my ass, then inside. I moaned into Master's mouth, body jerking when he used our entwined fingers to jiggle the speculum. His hard cock pressed against my hip and all I wanted was to taste.
"What do you need, Kyle?" he whispered, biting at my bottom lip.
"You. Please, Master, I need you."
Master smiled on my lips. "Soon." He pulled back and moved our hands from between my legs. "In the meantime..." Returning to his stool between my legs, he slipped easily back into the role. "You're due for a full exam."
I whimpered and moaned, back arching slightly. Need pooled in my gut, tightening everything from head to toe. If I wasn't car
eful, if I didn't remain mindful of my duty to him -- I knew I'd come within seconds. His gaze roamed over me; I didn't need to look to know. I heard the click of his light again, and then he slipped something inside me. I felt it rub along the inner walls of my ass.
"Just a quick swab," he explained. "All done." He set the swab to the side and picked something else up. I couldn't see what it was, but a second later, I sure as fuck felt it.
"Fuck!" I nearly bit my tongue, writhing and panting and crying out as the speculum vibrated inside me. Master pushed the vibrator in, the hum against the metal maddening, so intense I shook, head tossing. "Please, Master, please!" I didn't care if I was supposed to be quiet -- I needed to come and was nearing the point of losing control.
I felt more than heard his "No coming" command and then Master's mouth was on me, swallowing my prick down. Tears burned my eyes and I squeezed them shut, entire body shuddering. Master's lips, tongue, and teeth wreaked havoc on me, sucking and licking, nipping at the head before he dropped back down. All the time, he fucked me with the vibrator, my ass spasming, needing to close as I fought back the orgasm.
When Master finally said it, I screamed, thrusting deep into his throat and jerking, come spraying on his tongue as he swallowed. Drenched with sweat, unable to slow my breathing, I just lay there as he closed and removed the speculum. Hands on my hips, he surged inside me in one deep thrust. Still reeling from my own orgasm, I wasn't too far gone to want this. I rocked my hips downward, driving him deeper, only then realizing that he'd lowered the end of the table at some point.
"So hot," he growled, grinding hard against me before pulling out. He rubbed the head of his cock over my hole, and then pushed back in. With my legs in stirrups, I couldn't move, no matter how much I wanted to wrap my legs around him. I sat up and met him in a kiss, gasping when his prick hit my gland. Master smiled on my mouth, and then thrust again.
"Master. Fuck."
"Touch your nipples," he commanded. "Show me how much you want my come."
"Yes, yes..." I pinched and twisted my nipples, shouting when the sensations sparked straight down to my cock. I pulled them, rolled them between my fingers hard, imagining Master's clamps on them. Head tossing, I struggled to control myself, to not come again, not yet.
"That's it... fuck... Kyle..." My name wrapped in a growl and Master threw his head back, hips slamming into me as his cock swelled, pumping my ass full of come.
I couldn't stop -- eyes wide as my back bowed off the table, world going gray and heat spraying on my chest and stomach. I felt Master lean down and lick me, then he gripped my chin, holding me still as his tongue parted my lips, my own spunk pouring down into my mouth. I groaned and sucked, my flavor on his lips heady.
"You did well," he said with a smile. He stroked my cheek and kissed my lips. "Let's get cleaned up, then we'll talk about everything -- what we've done, and what else I wish to do."
Nodding, I took a deep, steadying breath. Master eased out and unfastened the straps on my legs. Then he helped me to sit slowly. The world sort of tilted on its axis and it took me a moment to regain some sense of balance. Master stayed right there, filling my vision. I realized, then, that he'd fucked me with his coat on, having only undone his pants to free his cock. I shivered and he rubbed my back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, Master." God, my voice sounded rough, my throat raw.
"Come on," he urged gently. "In the shower. There's a seat in it for you to sit on. I'll get you some juice."
"Thank you."
He led me into the bathroom and sat me down on the plastic seat before turning on the water. The heat of the spray was welcome, needed. I tipped my head back against the shower wall and closed my eyes, relaxing. My brain still hadn't quite caught up with the rest of me, but it was slowly getting there. When I opened my eyes again, Master was naked and kneeling in front of me, between my legs, smiling.
"Your juice is on the edge," he said, nodding toward a small cup.
I drank it down, the taste rejuvenating me after one of our most intense sessions in years. I still wasn't sure I could get my brain to cooperate with the talking part.
"One hour -- just us. No Master, no sub."
After putting the cup down, I cupped the back of Vincent's head and kissed him. Vincent hummed, fingers sliding through my wet hair, more water pouring down on us. He licked away drops from my lips.
"Love you, Kyle," he whispered.
My heart stuck in my throat. It wasn't like we never exchanged those words, but after a scene, he always made sure I knew. I always came down from the high with the full knowledge that whatever I needed, he would give.
"Love you, too, baby."
"Let's get washed, then into bed." He pulled me to my feet and lathered the soap in his hands. Then he started washing me, hands mapping my shoulders, chest, arms. He dropped a few kisses here and there, hands never stopping, slipping up between my legs to wash my balls and cock. Then he turned me and did the same to the back, fingers skimming my hole before he continued higher, digging into muscles I’d forgotten I had. I rolled my shoulders, the water and his touch soothing everything.
When he was done with me, I returned the favor, relishing in the simple touches, the way he hummed his pleasure. There was nothing sexual about it, but that didn't matter. Right then, I wanted nothing more than to see that smile, knowing he felt as relaxed as I did. We rinsed off a few minutes later, and then went into his office. He unfolded the sofa bed and sat down, legs spread. He crooked a finger, beckoning me over.
Eyes closed, I leaned back against him, his arms tight around me. Vincent kissed my hair and I tipped my head, skin tingling as his lips descended along the curve of my neck. As much as I loved our sessions, I treasured moments like this more than anything. Vincent's breath warmed my skin, sending shivers through my body. One hand slipped lower, cupping me, cradling my balls in the heat of his palm, my cock hardening beneath his wrist.
"Have you enjoyed yourself?" he whispered, tugging a little on my balls.
"Yes... oh, fuck... Vincent..." I arched into his touch, the need building slowly.
Vincent licked my throat, one long finger sliding back to tap on my hole. "Do you know what I want to do?"
I shook my head, thighs spreading. "What?"
"I want to open you, Kyle." He pressed the tip of his finger into me, teasing. "And I want to fill you, feel your body around me, around my hand."
Oh, Jesus. Oh, fuck... "Vincent."
Vincent's hand left, then returned a moment later, two slick fingers pushing inside me. I groaned and drew my legs up, letting them fall open on Vincent's thighs. After that last session, I doubted I could get off again, but that didn't stop me from riding his fingers. He was only half-hard, but judging by the rhythm of his breathing, Vincent was enjoying himself, too.
"Would you like that?" he purred in my ear, a third finger joining the other two, all three stretching and pressing deep. Breathless, I could only nod, head falling back as I moaned and whimpered, rocking on his hand. "Then sleep, and you will have it tomorrow."
Vincent pulled his fingers out and I wanted to beg for more, to keep going. My protests died out when he hooked his left arm under my left leg and tilted my ass up. It was a somewhat awkward position, my head resting against his abs, legs splayed wide open, but I also was able to see what he had in mind. My eyes widened when he held up a plug, giving me a knowing smirk. I bit my bottom lip, eyes fluttering a little as he pushed the plug into my ass. My hole closed around the flared base and I panted, full and needing.
"Now, bed." He let me back down and patted the sofa bed mattress beside him. "In the morning, we will continue."
Day Three
I woke up to find myself alone. On the other pillow, though, was a note. I rolled over and read it.
"You will come straight to the exam room. No food or drink."
Biting at my lip, I studied the note for a moment before getting out of bed. I was surprised he let me slee
p late, but when I walked into the exam room, I realized why. Master was nowhere to be seen, but it was clear he'd been in here. The exam table was covered in a black rubber sheet, and the stirrups were out, taunting me. I shivered and walked over, running one finger along the metal, swallowing hard. A large bucket sat under the end of the table.
"On your back, legs up."
I practically jumped out of my skin, jerking my hand back. Master stood in the doorway, arms crossed. But instead of his work clothes, he wore the leather I loved so much. Black pants with lace-up crotch, black armbands around his biceps, black and silver-studded harness criss-crossing his chest, and heavy boots that thudded ominously when he walked across the tiled floor. My prick took immediate notice, precome beginning to ooze from the tip.
"I don't stutter, boy. Move it."
Without so much as a squeak, I got onto the table and scooted down, putting my legs up in the stirrups. The rubber sheet was cold on my skin, but warmed quickly. Master strapped my legs down and spread them wide apart, my thigh muscles screaming just before he stopped. Then he wheeled over an IV stand, a large red bag hanging from it. The bag was full -- of water, I assumed. Master sat down on his stool and slicked two fingers before pushing them deep inside me.
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