Taste Test: Specula

by Mychael Black

  "You'll take one and a half quarts," he said, withdrawing his fingers. "And you will hold it until given permission to release."

  The nozzle entered me and I gasped when warm water flooded my body. Master kept one hand on my stomach, rubbing gently whenever I tensed from a cramp. About halfway through, I groaned, body tensing.

  "I-I can't..."

  "You can." He stopped the flow for a minute and stroked my belly. I hissed when a cramp set in and Master pressed a little harder, palm circling just below my navel. "Just relax." The water began flowing again, filling me until I didn't think I could handle anymore. Only then did it stop completely. Master removed the tube and something larger pushed in.

  "Master..."

  I gripped the edges of the table, the fullness almost overwhelming. I panted, fighting to bring myself back before I lost all control. My cock throbbed on my stomach, slicking my skin. Master lifted it and squeezed the tip, forcing the slit into a round opening. I knew what was coming. Oh, sweet fuck, I knew. I shuddered when he squirted lube on the tip, and then pushed it with one gloved finger. My thighs shook, tremors matching the racing of my heartbeat. Master picked up a sound -- one a little thicker than before -- and slicked the end.

  "Deep breath," he said. Then he began feeding it into my cock, the burn making me hiss and jerk. It subsided, and still the metal rod invaded my prick. About halfway down, Master let it go.

  "Fuck!"

  Every muscle in my body jumped at once, back bowing. I struggled to catch my breath, my head already swimming. Plugged and full, reduced to whimpers, I lay there while Master stripped off his gloves and replaced them with long black ones that went up to his elbows. He took out a can and set it on the instrument tray, then stood beside me.

  "There is a bucket just beneath your ass," he said, reaching between my legs. He pulled the plug out and half my breath went with it. "Release."

  With a deep groan and exhale, I closed my eyes and let go, shaking through it. Master left my side and I heard him go across the hall. Then he came back and washed my cock, balls, and ass with a warm washcloth.

  "I'm going to start with my fingers," he said. I watched him remove the lid from the can and scoop some white grease-like stuff on two fingers. Then those fingers were inside me, twisting slowly. "We'll take it slow. Never forget the safe word. This is more intense than anything else we've done."

  I nodded. Our safe word was always “Shakespeare”. I hadn't needed it all weekend. While everything was strong and intense, it hadn't been too much. This, though... My eyes rolled back when Master added a third finger, working my hole open little by little. This was something else entirely. Master's hands were big, his fingers long. Jesus...

  "Are you okay?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "I want you to talk to me, Kyle. Tell me what you're feeling." He twisted his hand, the world turning with him as my hole gripped his fingers.

  "Scared," I whispered. "But I want this -- I need this, Master."

  "Yes, you do. A new step, a new boundary to cross." He pulled his fingers back. "Adding the fourth now, relax."

  I breathed in deep, and then exhaled. It was the same rhythm I used when we did pain play of any kind, especially flogging. I closed my eyes, let myself simply feel. It took some effort to stop worrying and thinking and just let go. I trusted him. Hell, I trusted the man with my life.

  "That's it," Master murmured. "Just relax."

  Focusing on keeping my breathing steady, I did as I was told. From my head to my feet, I worked to relax every muscle. My prick, even with the sound, took second place to the sensations elsewhere -- the rubber on my skin, Master's fingers petting my belly, his other hand breeching my...

  "Master!" I cried out, eyes rolling back in my head as my body sucked his hand right on inside like it belonged there. I sobbed and shook, everything too much, too strong. The word was on the tip of my tongue, my breath stuck in my throat. I couldn't do this... but I couldn't stop.

  "Yes... shh..." Master stroked my belly, then down one thigh. "You're doing so well, Kyle. Relax, feel..."

  My toes curled and uncurled, fingers scratching at the rubber sheet, needing something to ground me. The world spun around me, throbbed in time to my heart, every beat echoing loud in my ears.

  "I can feel it," Master said. "Your heartbeat, your breath..."

  Something inside me began to crack, emotions too strong to bear. I tossed my head back and forth, too fucking terrified to let go now.

  "Kyle. Come on, baby... come back to me... right here."

  My mind grabbed hold of the lifeline, his voice an anchor. Panting, shaking, I inhaled deeply, finally managing to gain a little control. Master murmured something, but it didn't matter what it was. All that mattered was him being there, touching -- inside and out.

  "Are you okay? What are you feeling?"

  How the hell was I supposed to describe it? Words escaped me. Master chuckled, and then did something with his hand. My eyes flew open and I groaned, realizing he'd made a fist inside me. It didn't hurt. Hell, it never hurt. Stretched me, filled me until I didn't think I could take anymore; but it never hurt. Master pulled back a little, until the biggest part of his hand tugged against the inside of my hole, and then he pushed back in.

  "Yes..." I whispered, pleasure beginning to override everything else.

  Master sped up a little, hand pumping gently. I couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but feel. I rocked against him, wanting him to go faster. Master stood and leaned over me, licking the tip of my cock, hand pistoning faster. I whimpered and writhed, the ache to come strengthening. But I couldn't -- not with that damned sound in my slit. Master rolled the ball a little with his tongue and twisted his whole hand. I jerked, shouting as lightning bolted up my spine. He sucked the head of my cock into his mouth and grazed my gland with his knuckles, over and over.

  "Master! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck... please!" I fucked myself harder and faster on his hand, entire body alive, nerves and muscles tensing, straining.

  Master rose up and gripped the sound. "Come."

  The second the sound was out, I cried out his name, hips bucking wildly, asshole clamping tight around his wrist as spunk sprayed up my stomach and chest. I broke out into a cold sweat and pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes to stop the tears. Master eased out, the emptiness strong, unstrapped my legs, and pulled me up. I curled against him, breaking down in his arms, his whispers soothing.

  I remembered he didn't come, but before I could ask about it, he tilted my head up, lips covering mine in a hard, deep kiss. His hand slid through my hair, cupping the back of my head as his tongue swept through my mouth. I pressed closer, moaning when his leather-clad legs bracketed my bare thigh, his hard cock rubbing against me. When he ended the kiss, he rested his forehead to mine.

  "Shower. I want your mouth."

  "Yes, Master. God, yes."

  He helped me down, got me steady before we went across the hall to the bathroom. I sat down on the seat in the big stall and started the water while he undressed. Then he stepped in and leaned back against the tiled wall. I turned to face him fully and watched as he stroked his thick cock, from base to tip, and then back down again. The water wet the dark hair on his chest, running in rivulets down a sculpted stomach to the dark, trimmed patch of curls around his prick. Hands on his hips, I leaned in, licking away the precome beading on the head. Master groaned and used his other hand to lure me closer.

  "Open up," he muttered, the command half growl, half grunt -- all Vincent Wolfe.

  Happily obedient, I opened my mouth and sucked on the head of his cock. Master's fingers tightened in my hair, his moans deep. Master smelled like me, like us -- sex and sweat and come, pure male. I wanted more, greediness and possessiveness taking over as I bobbed my head, lips sliding up and down his prick. I bathed the underside with my tongue, pressing into the slit on every upstroke. Master hissed and tugged at my hair.

  "Easy, boy. No rushing it."

  I
fought back the grumble and set about working his cock with lips, tongue, and teeth, nipping at the head. Master's hips jerked and I couldn't help but smile and hum. Yes, he knew what I needed, but the reverse held true, as well. I knew what he wanted, where to bite and scrape my teeth, where to lick, where to press my fingers -- all designed to drive him insane. Half the time, I didn't get away with it before he realized I was doing it, but damn, it was fun to try.

  Master pulled out and slapped my lips with his cock. "Get up."

  Shit. I stood and gave him a sheepish grin. He spun me around and kicked my feet apart. I didn't have any warning before his palm connected with my ass. I yelped, the sting sharp as fuck with the water beating down on us. He slapped me again, on the other ass cheek. I made the mistake of trying to shift away. Master sat down on the stool and tugged me over his thighs. The pounding of the water had nothing on the sound of his hand smacking my ass over and over. By the time he was done, I was close to tears and sufficiently humbled.

  "On your knees and suck it," he growled, shoving me to the shower floor.

  Caught somewhere between ready to cry and ready to come, I sucked on his cock again, relaxing my throat when he started thrusting, hands on my head. A long drawn-out groan was all the warning I had before he was coming, spunk shooting down my throat as he held my head still. His cock flexed on my tongue and I swallowed, and then licked him clean. I put my cheek to his thigh, hands itching to stroke off. But I knew if I did, there'd be hell to pay -- and my ass was already on fire.

  "Turn off the water."

  I turned it off and Master got out. He tossed me a towel and waited. I stepped out and dried him off, going to my knees to dry his legs. His soft cock hung in front of me, the scent of his spunk lingering. The man could fuck my mouth until I collapsed and I'd never want him to stop. His balls hung low, tempting. It took all the control I had not to reach out with my tongue and lick.

  "In my office. I want you bent over the desk."

  "Yes, Master." I scrambled to my feet and dried quickly before going to his office. I hissed at the shockingly-cold lacquered top as I bent forward, stomach clenching immediately when it touched the surface.

  "Spread 'em," he snapped, landing a sharp slap to my ass.

  I reached back and grabbed my cheeks, spreading them wide apart. Something cold, slick, and hard filled my ass and all I wanted was to get away from whatever the fuck it was. My hole closed around a base, the flared, flat bottom pressing on the outside. It wasn't until Master pulled me back up that the weight hit me. My eyes widened and I gripped the edge of the desk as the heavy metal plug began vibrating.

  "Time to clean the exam room." Hand on my shoulder, Master steered me down the hall and into the exam room, every step excruciating as the plug hummed relentlessly in my ass. Master sat on his stool and folded his arms. "Get to it, boy."

  Jesus fuck.

  Every move, every bend, made the plug shift, the metal heavy enough to never let me forget it was there. Master's gaze felt like a hard caress, intent as I put the instruments in a bin to be washed and sterilized. I wiped down the rubber sheet and folded it. Master took it from me and held it while I wiped down the exam table and stirrups with soap, water, and disinfectant. When I was done, I washed the instruments and put them into the autoclave.

  "Very good."

  The plug stopped vibrating and I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Master."

  "Back to the office. We'll relax and talk before we head home."

  He turned off the light and we went back down the hall. I practically collapsed onto the sofa bed, whimpering when Master tapped the base of the plug with his finger. I scooted over and curled up around him, trying not to hump his thigh as we lay there. God, he smelled good...

  "Did you enjoy yourself?"

  "Yes, Master. More than I ever thought I would." I took a chance and reached up, swirling my finger over his chest, drifting closer and closer to his left nipple.

  Master grabbed my hand, stilling the movement. "Getting bold, are we?"

  I wasn't usually a whiny sub, but with a plug in my ass and my cock hard as stone, it was hard as fuck not to be. I rubbed against him, earning a light chuckle. Master rolled me onto my back, kneeling between my legs. Hands braced on the bed above my shoulders, he stared down at me, and I stared up at him. His eyes were the color of steel, with a hint of blue. I wanted to drown myself in them. He lowered his head and kissed me, shifting so our cocks rubbed together. He wasn't fully hard, but he was getting there. I knew it would take a bit, long enough for me to blow my load if I wasn't careful. Master watched me intently, and kept rubbing.

  "Please," I whispered.

  He reached down between my legs and eased the plug out. Tossing it to the side on the bed, he hooked my legs over his arms, and then lifted my ass. With one hard thrust, he entered me, taking my breath away. I grabbed his shoulders, arms, anything I could, fingers digging in. Master ground his pelvis against mine, his cock grazing my gland over and over until the sparks started exploding behind my eyelids. But he didn't withdraw, didn't fuck me. He just stayed there, buried balls-deep in my ass, tormenting me.

  "You want it, boy, you're gonna work for it. Ride my cock..."

  I moaned and writhed, raising my hips, fucking myself on his cock while he remained still. But I couldn't get enough friction, frustration making me lose my rhythm.

  "Ride it!"

  I doubled my efforts, eyes squeezed shut as I rose and fell, trying desperately to come.

  "Come on," he growled. "Fuck that cock, show me you want it." He pulled out and rammed into me as hard as he could.

  "Yes!" I bucked, heat spraying my stomach, surprising the hell out of me.

  "Fuck yeah." Master started slamming into me, pumping in and out. Sweat dripped onto my face and his mouth crashed into mine, deep sounds filling me as he came.

  Several moments passed with nothing but the sounds of our breathing. Master pulled out and rolled over onto his back, eyes closed. I followed suit, tugging up the blankets before curling around him, head on his shoulder, arm draped over his waist. I had a brief thought to get up and turn off the light, but couldn't bring myself to move.

  ***

  "Kyle."

  I grumbled and burrowed under the blanket.

  "Kyle. Baby, we need to get home."

  "Why?" The blanket moved and I glared up at Vincent.

  "Because it's late."

  "What time is it?" I yawned and stretched, then noticed that he was already dressed. My clothes were on his desk.

  "Fifteen after six."

  I blinked. "At night?" Vincent nodded. "Holy shit."

  "Much-needed rest," he said with a grin. He rubbed my arm, up to my shoulder, and then finally brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Have fun?"

  "God, yes. Did you?"

  "More than you know."

  I smiled and tugged him down for a kiss. When we parted, I sat up, my stomach growling. "Damn. Can't believe we slept most of the day away. Well, I can kinda believe it."

  "Been a long, intense weekend, babe."

  I looked up at him. "Hopefully not the last?" I ventured.

  "Not if I can help it."

  As I dressed, he stripped off the sheets and blanket before folding the sofa bed back up. He tossed the cushions on it, and then waited while I got my shoes on. Just as we started to walk out, he stopped.

  "Shit. Wait."

  "What?"

  Confused, I stood in the hallway while he went back to his office. He returned a couple minutes later, envelope in hand. I glanced at it, and then up at him. Vincent just shrugged.

  "Dinner?"

  Okay... Shaking my head at him, I punched the code to disarm the security system at the front door. Soon as we were outside, Vincent locked the door, and then rearmed the system. He tossed me my car keys, which I'd put in the lock box with my clothes.

  "Yeah, don't guess I'm getting anywhere without these, am I?"

  "Meet at that Ital
ian place down the road?" he asked after unlocking his car.

  "Sure. See ya there."

  He backed out first, and then I followed him, gut instinct telling me he was hiding something. When we got to the restaurant, I joined him at the door, noticing he still held the envelope. The hostess led us to a table in a corner, and we sat down. Vincent handed me the envelope without a word.