Chapter Twelve

 

 

 

Quinn stood at the door of the cabin, shaking so hard he thought he might die.

This was— This whole thing— He just— He couldn’t believe. He couldn’t think. Oh God. Pierce. His Pierce. His Pierce. Was waiting. Inside. With notes on his deepest, darkest, most secret fantasies.

He was going to throw up. Blorp. Just like that. He couldn’t have written something so deeply fucked up.

The door suddenly opened, Pierce there in his lab coat, stethoscope around his neck. “Come in, Mr. Williams.”

His lips opened, his cock suddenly, painfully hard. Oh God.

One of Pierce’s eyebrows went up. “You are coming in, aren’t you?”

“Y…yes. Yes, D…Doctor.” Oh God.

“Good. Close the door behind you, and then strip and lie on the exam table.”

He wasn’t sure he could remember how to walk, how to function, how not to have a screaming meltdown. He stepped forward, closed and locked the door with trembling fingers.

Pierce put on a pair of gloves, the latex snapping around his wrist. Quinn shuddered, feet sliding on the floor. He’d lost his mind. Lost it. Completely.

Pierce’s attention focused back on him. “Do hurry up, please. I don’t have all day.”

“S…sorry.” He didn’t know what to do—he couldn’t breathe. “I’m nervous.”

“Nerves are allowed, being frozen by them are not.” Pierce’s eyes narrowed. “We’re here for you, Quinn.”

He nodded, so ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

He stripped his clothes off, head down, arousal almost—almost—gone under the weight of worry about what this would mean for them.

“As long as you’re sorry for making me wait and not for wanting this in the first place, I accept your apology.”

He nodded, scooted up onto the table.

Pierce patted the foot stirrups. “Ankles in here, and scoot down until your ass is hanging off the end of the table.”

“I…” He put his feet up, crying out as Pierce wrapped a strap around his ankle.

Pierce’s hand smacked the underside of his thigh. “Come on, wriggle out to the edge.”

He jerked, the motion pushing him down. “I— I— This is…”

“This is your intake examination. I’ll probe you with my digits for now. Then I’ll shave for a more thorough examination.”

His cock started filling, and a deep, raw sound caught in his throat. Once his ass hung over the edge of the table, Pierce moved the stirrups apart, spreading his legs. Fuck, he was all exposed and vulnerable. His thighs tensed and he had to fight not to pull back.

“Let’s see what we have here…” Pierce’s fingers slid over his ass, almost cold through the latex gloves, impersonal.

He jerked, biting his bottom lip hard enough to sting.

“Oh, we need to shave the entire area, from the top of your crack all the way to your balls, cock and surrounding woods.”

“I… Do we have to?”

“Absolutely.”

He moaned, sliding his hands down his body, trying to soothe himself.

“I didn’t say you could touch.”

“What?” His eyes popped open, and he hadn’t even been aware they were closed.

“Hands down.” Pierce slapped his ass again.

The sting made him cry out, made him buck on the table.

“Let’s get to the meat of this portion of the examination.” Pierce pulled a stool over and settled on it between his spread legs.

“I— I don’t— We—” He shoved his fist in his mouth, forcing himself to shut the fuck up.

He heard what sounded like lube being squirted, then Pierce’s finger pushed into him. He clenched, his balls trying to crawl back up into his body.

“Relax, please.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath, trembling violently.

“Another breath.” Pierce’s finger wriggled inside him. In and out, in and out, then Pierce touched his inner thigh, letting him know they were together, here.

His tension ratcheted down.

“Everything seems to be in order, but I do need to make a more thorough examination, as well as clean the area.” Pierce took off the gloves, making them snap again.

Quinn wiggled on the table, eyes on his lover.

“Nervous?” Pierce asked, meeting his eyes.

“Yes.” He loved Pierce, was panicked about losing him, but he needed this.

“Trust me, Quinn. I’m a doctor. And your lover.”

“Still? You promise?”

“Babe, I wouldn’t be here doing this if it wasn’t still true.”

Quinn took a deep breath, let it out. “Okay. Okay. I just needed to know I haven’t messed everything up.”

“You haven’t. Now let’s get back to fulfilling these kinky little dreams of yours, shall we?”

His cheeks heated, and he slid his hands over his thighs. Yes. God, yes.

Pierce popped his ass. “No touching during the examination.”

“I— Sorry, Doctor.” He jerked a little, hips bucking off the table.

“Very good.”

Pierce went over to the little sink and washed his hands. Then he filled up a small metal bowl and grabbed a razor, before returning to the stool between Quinn’s legs.

“I want you shaved clean for the duration. I’ll do it this time, but I expect you to do maintenance every morning in the shower before you come to my office.”

He swallowed hard, nodded.

“What was that?” Pierce asked.

“Okay. Okay, yes. I can… I can do that.”

Pierce tilted his head. “Try, ‘yes, Doctor’.”

“Yes, Doctor.” He moaned, cock leaking.

“That’s better.”

Pierce dipped a cloth into the water and patted down the hair around his cock, his ass. His ass cheeks clenched—he couldn’t help it, the touch was so intimate, so unexpected.

“No moving now. I’d hate to cut you by accident.”

“No. No, I won’t move.”

“Good, good.” Pierce used a shaving soap, working the lather up slowly between his palms.

Quinn couldn’t stop moving, touching his belly, his ribs.

Pierce growled. “Do I need to tie your hands?”

“What? I’m not… I just…” Fuck, that was hot.

“If you can’t stay still, I will.” Pierce watched his face for a moment before applying the foam to his body.

He closed his eyes, his ball sac feeling so tight. The touches seemed bigger with his eyes closed, Pierce covering his ass and his balls. He focused on breathing, on the slow, steady in and out.

“Let’s see what’s under all this hair.” Pierce began to shave him, the scrape of the razor surprisingly loud as it slid across the skin above his cock.

“Just skin.” His skin was tingling, awake, aware.

“Yes, but skin that’s never been bare before.”

“No. Never.” They had the most vanilla love life…ever.

“So, not so much ‘just’ anything.” The scrape of the razor continued, moving slowly over his skin, baring him to the air. To Pierce’s gaze.

He wanted to move, to shift his hips, to buck up into the touch.

“Yes, that’s it. Stay absolutely still. There’ll be a reward for you if you manage it.”

“Yes, Doctor.” Reward. He clung to that word, that idea, forcing himself to stay still.

Pierce grabbed his cock and pushed it out of the way of the razor as the shaving moved slowly downward. Quinn didn’t move, but he moaned, long and low, the sound pushing from him.

“God, that’s a sexy noise, Quinn.”

His entire body heated, things getting suddenly hot enough to scorch.

“Careful now. Your balls.” The razor moved down.

“I can’t help it if they move.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let anything happen to them.”

“Good. I need them.”

Pierce started to chuckle—he actually pushed the stool back a bit, hands and razor away from him. Quinn didn’t look over. He stayed still.

“Sorry, sorry.” Pierce moved back in and the razor slid over his balls again. Then Pierce tugged and stretched his sac.

“Oh. Oh, gentle…”

Pierce gave it a little jerk. “Trust me.”

“I do.” He hadn’t, but he would.

“Good.” The shaving continued, carefully, around his balls.

His ass was next. His hole pulled away, tightened.

“Grab your ass cheeks and spread them apart for me.”

“I…” Oh God. Oh, hot. “Okay.” He reached down, ass muscles so tight.

“Look at that pretty hole.”

“Pierce!”

“What?”

“You… You’ve never said…” He was shocked.

“Never admired your hole before? I should have—it’s sexy.”

His mouth opened and closed, over and over.

“Okay, hold your cheeks apart and stay still.”

He almost couldn’t breathe, but he did it, listening to his heart pound in his ears. The razor slid across the skin of his hole.

“Oh God.” Pierce’s voice was husky.

He tensed.

“You’re gonna be so sensitive.”

“Gonna?”

“More sensitive, then.”

He whimpered, then Pierce’s finger brushed his hole, and he thought he’d just shoot.

“Good, Quinn?” Pierce’s words were followed by a lick of his lover’s tongue.

He cried out, barely keeping himself from moving.

Pierce licked again then slid away. “There. You’re bare.”

His thighs were shaking, trembling, his cock bobbing over his belly. A warm cloth slid over his newly shaved skin. “Can I…can I move?”

“Not yet. You can come, though, if you need to.”

“Without moving? Is that possible?”

“Don’t know. Not my problem.”

He could hear the grin in Pierce’s voice.

That made him chuckle, easing his tension again. Pierce patted his thigh then started touching, fingers light on his skin. Each touch felt huge, amazing, overwhelming.

“If I tell you to come, will you?”

He whimpered, gasped. He thought he just might.

“Come on, then. Show me how much you want this. Come.” The word was accompanied by the briefest touch to his bare balls, and he shot, body jerking. “Oh, fuck. Quinn…”

“Love.” He moaned, shivering.

“Sexy man.” Reaching up, Pierce rubbed the cum into his belly.

“Thank you. I want to be.” Maybe needed to be.

“You are. Christ, so hot.” Pierce sounded a little awed by it. By him.

His toes curled and he tugged at the bonds a tiny bit, his cock trying to make a comeback.

Pierce kissed his inner thigh. “I think we should break for lunch. Give you some recovery time before the next examination.”

“Okay. Sure. I… Do you know how it works? Lunch, I mean?”

“We order food and then eat it.” Pierce gave him a wink.

He stuck his tongue out at his lover. Pierce’s hand landed on his hip, hard. He cried out, his cock jerking. Oh. Oh God. Please.

“No sassing me, Quinn. I’m in charge here.”

“I…” His breath came faster, his tongue wetting his lips.

“You have something to say?”

“N…no. No. I mean, no.” God, he was burning up. Pierce was so intense.

“I think you mean ‘no, Doctor’.”

“N…no, Doctor.” His hands slid along his hips, just barely.

“Better. You’re touching yourself, though.” Pierce’s hand smacked his fingers.

“You’re whacking me.” It was hot.

“Only because you’re not doing what I say.” Pierce was a wet dream—firm voice, firmer hand, those eyes looking at every inch of him. This was what he’d needed for so long.

“Sorry.”

His ass got another pop. “You’re supposed to be calling me Doctor.”

“Stop hitting me!” It burned so good.

Pierce’s slap was good and solid this time, landing on his ass where it hung over the edge of the table. “You don’t give orders.”

Oh God. Oh God. Yes. Please. “I don’t have to listen to you.”

“Excuse me?” The next slap was just as hard. “That’s exactly what you signed up for, Quinn. And I’m going to see that what you signed up for is exactly what you get.” Pierce hit his ass again. “You’re going to eat lunch with your ass well spanked. And you’re going to do it naked. That should teach you who’s in charge here.”

He was going to shoot so hard. It wasn’t going to take much more. Or maybe it would. Whatever. He was flying.

Pierce kept spanking him. There was nothing expert about it, but they were good, solid hits and his ass started to burn. His eyes closed, soft sounds pushing out of him, spanked out of him. Pierce gave him a little tug, pulling more of his ass off the edge of the table so there was more to spank.

His thighs tensed, ready to pull him back up. Pierce’s free hand landed on his belly, as Pierce pressed down against him. Pierce danced and bounced his other hand on Quinn’s ass.

“Please. Please, fuck. Fuck…”

“No, this is spanking. If you’re lucky there will be fucking. Later.”

“I…” He couldn’t think. Fuck.

“You’re being punished, Quinn. For being a bossy prick.”

“N…not a prick.” He wasn’t. Bossy, yes.

“That’s what you want to focus on right now?” Pierce’s hand just kept coming down on his skin.

“No. No, Doctor. Fuck, it burns…”

“Good. Maybe you won’t sass me next time.”

His cock jerked, wetness gathering on his belly. All of a sudden, Pierce slapped his cock, not hard enough to hurt, but it was a huge shock. He jerked away, only the bindings keeping him on the table.

“I have your attention now.” Pierce sounded smug.

“Uh-huh. I do. I mean, you do.”

Pierce slapped his ass a couple more times, then fondled his balls. “No coming.”

Quinn could only whimper, toes curling, his body hot everywhere.

“That looks pretty good.” Pierce squeezed and pinched his ass. “I want to see it while we lunch. You’ll have to lie on your stomach on a lounge chair.”

His eyes went wide, but he nodded. “Yes. Yes, Doctor.” Fuck him, he was going to have a meltdown from pure…shock? Joy? Horniness? Who the hell knew?

“Good. Very good.” Pierce stood and uncuffed him.

He slid off the table, knees buckling, surprisingly weak.

Pierce caught him, held him close. “Careful.”

“Sorry.” He was just…so hard.

“We don’t want you to really need a doctor, huh?”

“No. No, I need you.” Only Pierce.

“Right here, babe.” Pierce slid his hand over Quinn’s ass, squeezed just a little.

He stumbled forward a step, licked his lips. “Burns.”

“Good thing I’m going to make you lie on your stomach, isn’t it?”

Pierce led him out to a courtyard, the sun making it well lit and warm. There was a gazebo there with several deck chairs in it, and Pierce took him to one, pointed to it. “Get settled while I arrange for some food.”

“Okay.” He headed over, arranged himself on the chair, careful not to catch his cock.

Pierce disappeared back into the cottage, and for a moment Quinn was entirely alone, the place quiet enough he could plainly hear the birds, the waves of the ocean. He crossed his arms under his head, the sun beating down on him and leaving him dozy.

All of a sudden, Pierce’s fingers were dancing on his ass. “Look at that.”

He groaned, shifting away from the touch.

“Tsk, tsk. This is what you wanted, Quinn.” Pierce’s hand slid across the burning flesh, the touch gentler this time, though still very much there.

He nodded but didn’t answer. It was. It was what he wanted.

“I’ve ordered a light lunch. Cobb salad, along with fruit and iced tea. It should be here soon.” Pierce settled in the chair next to him.

“I hope there’s pineapple.”

“You and your pineapple.”

He chuckled and reached out, touched Pierce’s slacks. “We’re good, huh? You and me?”

Pierce met his eyes and nodded. “We are. I… It’s hot, how much it turns you on.”

“I love you. More than any fantasy.”

“Yeah?” Pierce smiled and stroked his cheek, pushed his hair off his forehead. “Good. The fantasy is good, too, though. Way better than I was expecting.” Was that color on Pierce’s cheeks?

He could go with that, with hoping this could work, at least for this week.

“Oh, here comes our food.” Pierce sat up and patted his shoulder. “You can stay where you are.”

Quinn hid his face, closed his legs.

He heard a tray rolling noisily along the walkway as Pierce directed someone to leave the food on the table. “Thank you very much.”

Quinn didn’t look. No way was he looking.

“What do you think of my handiwork?” Pierce asked suddenly, hand stroking across Quinn’s ass. “Color good?”

“Very nice, sir.”

“Thank you, I thought so.”

“Was there anything else, sir?”

“No, I’ll call if anything comes up.”

Oh God. Fuck. No looking. None. Oh God.

“He liked the color of your ass,” Pierce told him once the footsteps had retreated.

“Hush!” He covered his face with his hands.

Pierce laughed. “I read your file. I bet you’re hard as a rock right now.”

Quinn wasn’t going to answer that. No way.

Pierce didn’t seem to be upset about that. “Are you hungry? I know Cobb salad is your favorite, and this one looks particularly good.”

“I am. Thank you.” He leaned up, took a piece of egg and offered it to Pierce.

“No, you enjoy it. I have a spinach salad with strawberries.”

“Thanks.” He brought the salad down, nibbled on it, enjoying the bleu cheese, the bacon. He could feel Pierce’s eyes on him. His lover’s gaze was like a touch. Quinn didn’t eat much—his nerves were too high, his anticipation—but what he ate, he loved. There was even his beloved pineapple, fed to him piece by piece from Pierce’s fingers.

He moaned, licked and lapped Pierce’s fingers clean. By the time the fruit was gone, Pierce was writhing in his chair, erection pushing hard at his scrubs. Quinn couldn’t stop looking at it, at the wet spot on the dark scrubs.

“You want something, Quinn?” Pierce knew, had to.

He nodded, eyes still caught. “You look like you do. Want something, that is.”

Pierce shrugged. “Maybe.” Clearly going for casual, Pierce missed the mark.

Quinn slipped one hand under him, adjusted his cock.

Pierce shook his head. “No touching yourself, Quinn. On doctor’s orders.”

“I was just…moving it.”

“Next time, you ask permission or there will be another punishment.” Pierce was really getting into the role.

He groaned, fingers curling along with his toes.

“I think it’s time for the rest of that examination. Starting with an enema.” Pierce got a wicked grin on his face. “And then a good, solid probing.”

“I…” His hips moved, almost humping the lounge.

“Don’t try to deny you want it.”

“I didn’t say anything!” He just knew he needed to try it.

Pierce gave him a knowing grin. “You done with food?”

“Yeah. I think so.” He couldn’t eat any more, lying on his belly.

“Then let’s go. You have an appointment with the doctor.”

 

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Enemas were something that the nurse usually took care of, but Pierce knew how to do them, and he’d brushed up last night when he’d taken this ‘job’, so he wasn’t nervous about doing it per se. What he didn’t know was just how much Quinn wanted to be stretched, how far his lover wanted to be pushed.

He took a peek at the file again, making sure he knew what Quinn’s safe word was. That way, if he went too far for Quinn, his lover would let him know, right?

Right. That was how it worked.

“You know your safe word,” he reminded anyway as Quinn hopped back onto the examination table.

“I do.”

Quinn met his eyes, so sensitive to his moods. “You don’t have to do this. I won’t be angry with you.”

“I don’t mind doing it, especially if it makes you react like this morning. I just need to know that if I’m doing stuff you don’t want, you’re going to say something.” And really, if Quinn was going to get off from getting an enema, Pierce wanted to be the guy giving it.

“I will. I’m not a masochist.”

Right. Of course not.

“Assume the same position as earlier,” he ordered, taking on his ‘doctor’ mantle again.

Quinn moved up, settling with his eyes closed. Pierce strapped Quinn’s legs into the stirrups again, helping to get that rosy ass hanging over the edge of the table.

Pierce resisted the urge to rub his cheeks against Quinn’s thighs. Instead, he rubbed his fingers against the heat of Quinn’s ass. He’d done that. He’d made Quinn hard by doing that. He’d made Quinn writhe and beg. Him.

It was rather heady. Definitely sexy.

“Okay. Let’s get this enema started. Gonna fill you up fuller than you’ve ever been.”

Quinn’s answer was a soft whimper.

He grabbed the kit and attached the long tubing to the tap. The sink was close enough that the tubing made it to Quinn’s ass. “I’ll open you up first.”

“I… I don’t…”

Pierce could see the nerves starting to get to Quinn. Did he calm his lover? Did he stop this for a minute until Quinn got it together again? No. If Pierce had been some random man like he was supposed to be, he would stay in persona and keep going unless he heard the safe word. So he lubed up his finger and pressed it into Quinn’s ass. That pretty hole squeezed his finger tight, gripped him.

“Loosen up—this is easier if you relax.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“I’m moving forward whether you think you can or not.”

“I…” Quinn’s body went deliciously rosy.

Pierce felt his cock harden up. He was more turned on than he’d dreamed he would be by this.

He pressed a second finger in with the first. He could see Quinn’s cock start to fill, and that tight ass was so hot around his fingers.

After a couple strokes in and out, he said, “Okay, you’re prepped,” and removed his fingers from Quinn’s hole.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea…”

“It’s too late for that, Quinn. This is what you came for.”

He lubed up the end of the enema tube and put two fingers back into Quinn’s body so he could guide the tubing in. Quinn moaned softly, that sweet little hole squeezing him.

He pressed the tubing in between his fingers. “We just need to get this in…” He pressed it in, refusing to give Quinn time to breathe or complain. “Filling it now.” He turned the water on low.

Quinn started panting almost immediately, started trying to move.

“No moving. You’ll make a mess.”

Quinn stopped moving, still and stiff, careful.

“You need to be prepared. You’re going to feel very full.”

“I…” Quinn moaned, cock filling faster, curving above his belly.

God, Quinn was beautiful, sexy. Pushing him like this was… It made butterflies appear in his stomach. He took Quinn’s wrist, ostensibly checking the man’s pulse. He slid his fingers over the thin skin, caressing gently. Strong, but fast—Quinn’s heartbeat proved his excitement, built Pierce’s own.

He moved his hand to Quinn’s belly, rubbing the muscles there. He wondered how much would be too much. How far could he push Quinn?

“I’m full.” Quinn moaned for him, abdomen taut.

“You can take a bit more.” Not a lot, but Quinn could manage more, and that way it was his decision to stop, not Quinn’s.

“Fuck…” Clear drops were forming at the tip of Quinn’s cock.

Pierce had to bite back his moan. There was just something about doing this to Quinn… He was pretty sure he liked it—he knew his cock did. And Quinn had almost let a stranger do it.

He turned the water off. “I’m taking the tubing out now. You have to hold everything in.” He waited for Quinn’s tight nod, then he matched actions to words.

He set the tubing in the sink and returned to his stool between Quinn’s legs. “You need to promise me something.”

“Anything. I need a toilet.”

“Not yet, you don’t.” He stroked Quinn’s belly. “You need to promise me that you won’t hide stuff from me anymore. Not something like this. I don’t want anyone else touching you.”

“Oh, fuck…” He felt Quinn’s abs contract.

“Promise me, Quinn.”

“I swear. I do. I didn’t want you to hate me. It would have killed me.”

“Next time, it doesn’t matter if that’s your worry. You tell me.” It was important. He needed to know Quinn wouldn’t hide something like this ever again.

Quinn grabbed his hand, dragged him up until he could see those serious eyes. “I promise.”

“Okay.” He nodded, squeezed Quinn’s hand. “Good.” He bent and kissed the leaking tip of Quinn’s cock.

He could do this now, knowing it was just him, that it would always be just him.

“Pierce. Love… Oh, fuck. So hot. Please.”

“Please what?” He imagined he knew what Quinn needed, but he wanted to hear it from Quinn.

“I need. I gotta. Oh, jeez.”

“What was that?”

Mild humiliation, the file had said. If making Quinn say it out loud didn’t do it, Pierce didn’t know what would.

“I have to. The toilet. Fuck, Pierce. Come on.”

“No, you have to say it. And you need to remember that it’s Doctor to you.”

“Let me up. I have to get rid of the water. Oh God. Fuck.” Quinn’s cock was red-tipped, leaking.

“I have a bucket here. Just a moment.” He grabbed the bucket from the floor and held it up to the edge of the table, where Quinn’s ass hung. “You may release now.”

“I… God. I need a toilet.” Quinn was sheened with sweat.

“No, no. I have a bucket here. It won’t make a mess.” He patted Quinn’s cock.

“Oh, fuck. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t do this.”

Wrapping his hand around Quinn’s cock, he slid his thumb across the dripping head. “You will.”

“No…” Quinn was moaning, cock swelling in his hand.

There was no way Quinn would be able to hold back through his orgasm. “I say you will.” He rubbed the head of Quinn’s cock again.

“No…” Quinn’s eyes were squeezed tight, body shuddering.

He slid his thumb round and round, pressing against the little slit. “I’m going to fill you here, touch you inside. You know that.” At his words, Quinn almost screamed. “It’s called a urethral sound.”

“Pierce… Fuck…”

“Oh, no. Not for a while. The sounds come in different sizes, you know. They start thin. They don’t stay that way.” He could see Quinn’s sac draw up—the release was moments away. “This is just the beginning, Quinn. Only the first of many things I’m going to insist you do.”

Quinn’s body submitted—he could resist no longer.

Once Quinn had come and had let the enema go, Pierce put the bucket in the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. He ran it under hot water then came back to clean Quinn. Quinn was teary, breath hitching, arm over his eyes.

“Very well done, Quinn.” He rubbed the cum into Quinn’s belly then used the cloth on his lover’s ass and hole.

Quinn’s answer was a whimper, a soft moan.

He patted Quinn’s belly. “Now you’re ready for your probing.”

That sweet, pretty cock bobbed, throbbed for him. For him, damn it.

He reached over for the speculum used for anal examinations and took off the plastic cover. “I’ll be opening you up, taking a look.” Stretching Quinn. He greased the speculum up, then pushed his fingers into that pretty, clean hole.

Quinn was still stretched from the water, though his muscles fluttered, tightened around his fingers. “Let me in. The more you fight it, the harder it’ll be.”

“It’ll be cold.”

“Yes, it will be. And unyielding. And it’s going to stretch you.”

Quinn’s little noises settled right in his balls. He was going to make the man suck him before this was over. He was going to plunge into that hot, hungry mouth, fuck those pretty lips and come down Quinn’s throat. He was going to do this first, though, and blow Quinn’s mind.

“Here we go.” He placed the speculum at Quinn’s hole and used his fingers to begin to push it in.

Quinn’s breath came faster, the lean body seemingly caught between pushing down on the instrument and pulling away.

He patted Quinn’s inner thigh. “Breathe. This won’t be comfortable, but it shouldn’t hurt.”

“Breathing. Right.”

“Yes. Breathing.” He pushed slowly, but steadily.

“Fuck. Fuck, it won’t fit.”

He chuckled softly. Quinn took more than this with his cock. “It’s not that large.”

“It feels huge.”

“I could get the bigger one. That one would feel huge.” He bit back his smile.

“Mean bastard.” Quinn winked at him.

“And you’re loving it.” Once he had the speculum seated, he began to open it.

Quinn stilled, toes curling, body trying to pull back.

“Be still.”

Quinn needed to listen a little harder. Or maybe the word he was looking for was obey.

“Pierce…”

“No.” He stood up and backed away a few steps. “I was very clear about what you were to call me.”

“I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, this is new to me.”

“It’s new to both of us, but you’re more aware of the rules than I am, I would have thought. Now what do you call me?”

Quinn’s cheeks flared. “Doctor.”

“Excellent.”

He moved back between Quinn’s legs and settled on his stool. “Now let’s see what we have here, shall we?”

Quinn groaned, but the pretty cock was making a sweet recovery. He kept opening the speculum, knowing it would be stretching Quinn. A soft cry filled the air, Quinn’s body shuddering.

“A little wider.” He suited action to words, spreading the speculum a little more.

“Fuck…” Quinn’s quiet words made him smile.

He grabbed a long, thin wand with a little ball on top and slowly began to feed it into the tunnel made by the open speculum. The little ball would hit Quinn’s gland once it was through. Quinn began to pant, taking quick, light breaths.

“Very good. Everything looks like it should.” He continued to put in the wand, smiling when it hit the end of the road, nudging inside Quinn’s body.

Quinn’s shoulders left the table, a cry filling the air.

“Looks like your prostate is in functioning order.” He nudged it again.

“Oh, good. Good. Fuck.”

“Yes, very good. It’s an important piece of your anatomy.” He moved the wand back and forth, hitting Quinn’s gland every time.

It was like hitting the man with a tiny electric shock, zinging him over and over. Fuck, it was sexy. Cock engorged, nipples deep red and flushed with blood—Quinn’s arousal was written all over his body.

Pierce spread the speculum even more, making it stretch Quinn about as much as his cock would. Nowhere near as wide as his fist would. The thought shocked him. Aroused him. His fist in Quinn’s body. Oh God. Moaning, he pushed the wand in again, rubbing and rubbing over Quinn’s prostate.

“I… Oh God. Oh God.” Quinn was white-knuckled on the table.

“You need to come, babe?” He’d bet Quinn did. He’d bet Quinn was flying. Not that he was going to allow it, but he could stand to hear Quinn beg.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“I need to come.”

“So?” That wasn’t begging. He was sure Quinn could do much better than that.

“Please. Please, I need to.” Those hands started moving.

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Yes…” Quinn groaned.

“Nope. No coming.”

“Mean…” Quinn’s legs trembled.

“Yes.”

And Quinn loved it. Those hands slipped off the frame of the exam table.

“Don’t you touch yourself.”

Quinn’s fingers curled.

“I mean it.” He rubbed Quinn’s ass, reminding his lover of the spanking. There would be more if Quinn was disobedient.

“Yes, Doctor.”

He had to admit, he did like the way that sounded. “That’s right.”

Quinn’s moan made him hard as rocks. He wanted to pull the speculum out and slam his cock in, feel Quinn’s body tight around him. He wanted to hear Quinn scream for him.

He cleared his throat. “Time for the next step in probing.”

“Please. Please, anything. I can’t think.”

“You don’t have to think. I’m the doctor here.”

“Fuck. Fuck. So hot. You’re so hot.”

When was the last time he’d turned Quinn on like this? Maybe never. God, Quinn needed him. Wanted him, so badly. He didn’t even want to think about how close he’d come to never knowing Quinn like this, never experiencing this.

He started pulling the speculum out. “I’m going to do a physical examination, now.”

Quinn groaned, hips shifting on the table, so eager.

“Careful.” He got the instruments removed without causing any damage. Depositing it in the bin, he then went to the sink and began to wash his hands. “You’re doing very well.”

“Thank you.” Quinn’s body was slowly rippling, fucking the air.

“You’ll need to be still again while I examine you with my hand.”

Quinn’s eyes went huge, wide. “Your fingers.”

“That’s how I’ll start.”

Now did he do this with a glove or without? A glove would make it seem more doctor-patient-y, but he’d be able to feel more without it. He decided, selfishly, to go without. This was the first time, the only first time. He would do it again some other time and wear the glove to play up to Quinn’s fetish.

He grabbed the big tube of lube and set up between Quinn’s legs again. “Ready, Quinn?”

“I… Your fingers. Yes, I’m ready for that.”

“Mmmhmm. All five of them.” He slicked two up and pushed them into Quinn’s body.

Quinn’s head shook from side to side.

“Two is easy. Here’s the third.”

Quinn was humming softly, beginning to move with him.

“Yes, here we go.” He let his free hand touch, stroke Quinn’s skin. He stopped touching long enough to put more lube on his fingers, then he kissed the side of Quinn’s knee and tucked his thumb into his palm.

“Full. I. Full.” Quinn’s fingers touched his face.

He turned to kiss the gentle fingers. “Yeah, we’re getting there.” He pushed gently, but insistently, Quinn’s body slowly stretching for him.

“I can’t. You won’t fit.”

“Who’s the doctor here? You? No. Trust me.” Maybe he’d never done this before, but he knew how the human body worked.

Quinn actually chuckled, softly. That was just enough relaxation for him to push the widest part of his hand into Quinn’s body, past the tight ring of muscles.

“Oh, fuck! Pierce! Doctor! Love!”

He had to brace Quinn’s belly with his hand. “Gently, Quinn.” He continued to push his hand in, going up to the wrist.

Tears leaked from the corners of Quinn’s eyes. He waited for a moment, holding his breath so he wouldn’t miss it if Quinn used his safe word. He wouldn’t let himself feel, let himself process this, until he was sure Quinn was all right.

“You. It’s you. I wanted it to be you.”

That was it, that was all he needed to hear, and suddenly it hit him. His hand was inside Quinn’s body. His whole fucking hand. And Quinn was so tight and there had never been anything that had felt like this. Ever.

“It’s me. It’s you. We. Us.” Yeah, he didn’t have the words.

“Us.” Quinn met his eyes. “You’re in me.”

“I know.” It was…unbelievable, that’s what it was. And yet it was real—he could feel each breath Quinn took, each pulse of the man’s heart. Right there in his hand. This right here was what was going to change them fundamentally—the rest of it was just sweet icing.

He moved his fingers and Quinn jerked, squeezed him, cried out. Pierce panted, trying to keep himself under control. He couldn’t go off here—he needed to keep a cool head for Quinn. He needed to make his lover, his—something inside his head whispered, his sub—fly.

He began to move his hand, little motions that nudged his knuckles across Quinn’s prostate. Quinn’s body flushed a deep red, cock full and hard.

“I’m holding you in my hand, Quinn.”

“Yes. I can’t believe this…”

“I can.” It felt…right. And also incredible. And so right.

“I have to move.”

“Gently. Move with my hand.”

Quinn nodded, whimpered softly. “Please.”

He shifted his fingers, and Quinn rippled. Groaning, he did it again, his balls aching. Quinn was whispering, whimpering, moaning for him.

“My hand is inside you.” It was rather obvious, but it still needed to be said.

“Yes. God. So big.”

“Huge. This is… Wow.”

He felt Quinn’s breathless chuckles all around his wrist. He opened his fingers, fingers reaching deep inside his lover. Quinn screamed for him, hips bucking, jerking, trying to control his motions.

“Easy, babe. Easy.” He pressed hard on Quinn’s belly, and he imagined he could feel his other hand, right through Quinn’s body.

His eyes closed for only a second as he fought not to just cream at the thought. He started moving his hand, the one inside Quinn, again.

“Doctor. Love. Close.”

He nodded. He was, too. “You can come.” He wasn’t sure Quinn couldn’t help but come, so he wasn’t going to say no.

“Oh God. Thank you. Thank you.” Heat sprayed over Quinn’s stomach.

Pierce shuddered, his own cock jerking, spraying. “Fuck. Oh.” He groaned, hand still moving slowly. “You’ve done so well, Quinn. You’re amazing.”

“Love.” The tears were leaking slowly, staining Quinn’s cheeks.

“I love you, baby.” He looked at his hand, still buried inside Quinn’s ass, and marveled.

“I want to go home with you.” Quinn blinked, the tears slowing.

“Of course you’re coming home with me.”

Quinn nodded, licked his lips.

“You’re mine, Quinn. How could you doubt that with my hand inside you?”

“I don’t. I don’t. I need you.”

“Good.”

He needed to remove his hand to take Quinn back to his cottage and fuck the hell out of him. He needed to stop this game and figure out what this all meant, this thing that his lover—his boy, and where did that thought come from?—and he had found.

“I love you, Quinny.”

“Love you, Pierce. I… Can we go cuddle now?”

“Soon as my hand’s out, yeah.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“It’ll stretch on the wide bit.” He rubbed Quinn’s belly. “I need you to relax.”

Quinn groaned, took a deep breath. “Trying.”

“Try harder.” He wasn’t going to panic. He was going to do this with ease and aplomb like a real doctor. Okay, so this wasn’t something doctors did—that was just details. He put more lube around his wrist, around Quinn’s hole.

The tight clench slowly eased, slowly relaxed for him.

“That’s it. Keep it up.”

“I don’t think I could get it up again for love or money.”

Pierce chuckled. “Nutjob.”

“Yeah, but I’m yours.”

“That’s right, Quinn. You’re mine.”

His hand slipped out, Quinn’s cry short and sharp. He rubbed Quinn’s hole. “It’s okay. I’m out. You did good.”

“I… I need to… I need this to be over now. I need you to hold me.”

Pierce knew. He knew his Quinn.

He washed his hands then undid the cuffs and took Quinn’s legs out of the stirrups. Quinn climbed down, went to clean up and dress, head down, visibly shaken.

“Come here, Quinny.” He put his arms around his lover.

“Pierce.” Quinn’s arms wrapped around him, held him tight, and his lover cried.

He didn’t try to hush Quinn—his lover needed the release. “I’ve got you. Let it all out.”

The storm was fierce but short, Quinn giving him all that passion and emotion in a rush.

“Come on, Quinny. Let’s go hold each other and talk, okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Quinn backed off, took his hand.

He took his lover’s hand in his own—again—and led him back to their cottage.

Back to them.