---

A Birthday Celebration

---

He awoke, his mind coming slowly to awareness. As he came fully awake he realized he was tied to some odd type of bench. And he was completely naked. He was on his stomach, arms stretched out to each side, bond at the wrists with handcuffs that were lined with soft cloth. They were cuffed to small poles that were attached to the bench. The bench did not go the full length of his torso. It curved, leaving his cock and balls exposed without any type of restrictions or objects in the way. It hung loose and free. His legs were in a bent position, knees spread wide, resting on something soft and cushy. They were also bond to the legs of the bench with what seemed to be some type of soft rope. His ankles were spread as far as they could go comfortably, cuffed to something, possibly rings attached to the floor. The bench had a slight incline, raising his ass just a little higher than his head, which was in a yoke shaped harness. His ass cheeks were spread wide, exposing his cunt hole even more. The harness, also lined with soft cloth, supported his head, chin cupped, allowing him to move it slightly from side to side, but that was it.

His entire body, including his head, was firmly 'attached' to the bench. The position he was in was not uncomfortable, but the fact that he was in this position without knowing HOW he got there or who put him there was.

Nick tried very hard to remember just what he was doing before he 'blacked' out. He and Ellen had been having a nice quiet dinner at her place to celebrate his birthday. His mind slowly began to recall they had been discussing what he wanted for his birthday. The very last thing he remembered was telling Ellen part of him wanted her tied up so he could use all of her exposed holes over and over again. And part of him wanted her to 'break him in' ... meaning use his pussy like he loved using hers. He wanted her to use fingers, toys, her strap-on, to open and spread his pussy. He
wanted her to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck her. Ellen had gotten up from the table and stepped into the kitchen as he shared his birthday wish. She had walked up behind him while he talked and when he finished she had seemed to be bending over him to kiss him ... but his memory ended there. He wasn't sure what happened after that, except for here he was, like this. And just where was Ellen anyway? Was she tied somewhere? Had someone broke in and knocked them both out? Were they still at Ellen's place or had they been moved somewhere else? Just what the hell was going on??

He became aware of soft rustling sounds in the room. He tried to turn his head but the noises came from behind him and his head would not turn that far in the harness. He did notice as he tried to see behind him the harness was adjustable and could be made to fit tighter around the head and neck,
restricting movement completely. Damn, whoever invented this thing was a genius. Anyone tied to this bench could be made completely immobile. What an idea!! However, at this moment he was the one tied to it and he didn't like it.. didn't like it at all. He heard the noises again and tried to ask
who was there when he realized his mouth had been sealed with something; probably some type of tape. He had been so concerned with the situation he hadn't even noticed. Nick realized he was in serious trouble. And Ellen too. Where was she? Was she OK? His concern became alarm, nearing panic.

The noise came again, only this time he 'felt' someone close behind him. They were moving between his legs. He tried again in vain to look behind him. Suddenly something was thrown over his eyes and tied behind his head. Damn it! Now he couldn't see either. His heart started to bang crazily in
his chest. The person behind him began to adjust the harness, which tighten ever so slightly around his head and neck. His head was now completely immobile, facing forward, chin supported and slightly raised. He felt something brushing against his arm, shoulder, then his back. It was a very
light touch, almost sensual. The image that came to mind was someone running a feather along his body. The feeling continued across his back and moved lower, over his hips and then his ass. Nick thought.. 'it IS a feather, it has to be'. It slide along the arch of his ass, brushing his exposed pussy
hole, then along his balls, down his thighs and legs. The feather lightly caressed his ankles and the bottom of his feet, making him twitch because it tickled.

Nick couldn't believe it, he was getting aroused. Here he was bond, gagged and blind folded by some unknown person, not knowing where Ellen was or if she was safe and HE was getting excited. The feather began a return journey up his body, this time slowing at his balls, swirling in small circles all around first one then the other, then slowly back up his crack. It moved along the underside of his cock which was, embarrassingly, starting to grow and get hard. Damn, whoever was tormenting him knew what they were doing with that feather, or whatever the hell it was. It tickled his cock
head, then slide back up to his balls, then back down his shaft to his cock head. The feeling was incredibly erotic. Nick knew being tied like this, at this person's mercy, was adding to his excitement. He was ashamed yet could not help it. It felt so damn good. The feather was now tickling his pussy hole again ... making it twitch and clutch shut. He loved anal play. Drove him crazy. But like this? God was he such a slut as to enjoy this? Obviously he was because his cock was almost completely hard now and his pussy itched to be fucked. Guilt flooded through him as he thought, 'please, whoever you are.. fuck me, fuck me good and fuck me hard'.... and the feather continued to tease and torment his cock and balls.

His captor was beginning to breath heavily. Nick couldn't tell by the sound if it was a man or a woman. But whoever it was they were also becoming quite aroused. The feather stopped it's agonizingly wonderful torture of his cock and balls. He felt the person holding him prisoner lean against his body. Suddenly a low, husky, sensual whisper filled his ear, "You're gonna get
fucked pussy boy. Slow, long and hard, over and over again until your cunt throbs and aches. You'll beg and plead for it to stop and then you'll get fucked some more. Just as long, just as hard'. His heart pounded as he tried to determine if it was a man or woman. He couldn't. The voice was too
low, soft and whispery to distinguish the sex. "And you'll love it pussy boy. You'll love every fucking minute'. With that he felt a hand wrap around his cock and stroke it the full length, slow and tight. He was hard as a rock. "Ah, you already like what I'm doing don't you pussy boy?" When Nick made no attempt to respond the hand tightened, not quite enough to hurt, but close. "You love it dontcha pussy boy?" And the hand tightened a little more, stroked a little faster. "Nod your head pussy boy or I'll yank your cock right off". And again the hand tightened, this time to the point of
causing some discomfort. Nick nodded his head fast. Yet, even though this person would obviously hurt him, his cock was throbbing with need. He felt pre-cum dripping from his cockhead. He was so ashamed but too excited and aroused to stop himself.

"You will think of me as your Master", the voice whispered in his ear. "You will do as you are instructed and you won't get hurt. Do you understand?" Nick nodded again. The hand continued stroking him, running the full length of his cock, fingers sliding along the wet, slick head, teasing his pisshole, then back down the shaft to his balls. The hand moved up and down his full, hard cock over and over again, the fingers lightly squeezing and pinching his cock head each time they reach it, then cupping and rolling his balls when they got there, bringing him very close to orgasm. The whisper continued in his ear..."you like when I handle your cock that way, don't you?" Nick
nodded, an involuntary moan escaped him as the hand worked his cock, stroked his sack. "You want your cock sucked and fucked don't you?" Nick was so lost in the feeling of the hand stroking him, driving him crazy, that he didn't respond immediately. The hand tightened, stroked hard and fast, getting Nick's attention. Nick nodded yet again, another moan slipping from him, close to shooting his load all over his Master's hand and the floor.

Just as he was ready to explode the whisper ordered harshly, "You cum without my permission and I'll hurt you pussyboy." Nick jerked as he was almost on the verge of no return. He forced himself to stop, which was very, very hard. His Master's hand was quite talented and worked his cock amazingly well. "Good pussy boy. You obey very well", his Master whispered. The hand was removed from his cock. Nick was relieved. He knew that if that hand had kept at his cock, stroking it the way it was, he would have spewed his cum all over, probably causing it's dismemberment from his body. Still, he wanted to cum, had to cum soon. His balls ached with their load. They felt
swollen and fuller than they ever had. How the hell did he ever get in this position? How the hell was he going to get out of it? And just when was he going to be allowed to cum????

He felt his Master moving around him and across the room. There were other sounds, things being moved, bottles clanking, ice tinkling in a glass. Then he heard the Master moving toward him again, this time moving in front of him. The whisper sounded in his ear, "If I remove the tape will you be good? It doesn't matter if you yell and scream. No one will hear you. And you will be yelling and screaming at some point, I promise. But for now I want you quiet or I will hurt you. Do you understand?" Nick nodded quickly. He suddenly felt the tape ripped from his mouth. He gasped from the pain, but that was the only sound he made. He felt something against his lips. It was a straw. "Take a drink. You will need it", the Master instructed. Nick sucked on the straw because he had no choice. He couldn't move his head and he was thirsty. The liquid was almost tasteless, but a little sweet. He was forced to drink quite a bit before the straw was removed. Almost immediately
his body and head started feeling odd, warm and tingly. The feeling concentrated most in his cock, balls and pussy. Not a bad feeling at all. He even started to relaxed somewhat. He wondered what had been in the drink. Nick thought he liked it a lot. Then Ellen popped in his mind. He heard
himself say "Where's Ellen? Is she all right? Where is she, please, tell me?"

Nick 'felt' the Master leaning over his body from near his head. Something brushed the side of his face. A leg? An arm? He didn't know. His head felt so weird, yet he liked it. His voice sort of echoed in his head. He demanded again, "What did you do with Ellen? Is she OK?" There was a sudden and loud smack, then a sharp stinging sensation across his ass and exposed cunt. Nick yelled in surprise. It didn't quite hurt, but stung like hell. Another smack followed immediately, this time a little harder. Nick yelped again, his ass checks starting to warm and sting. Even that felt pretty
good. Once again the whisper sounded in his ear, "I will ask the questions.

I will tell you when you can speak, when you can yell. I am the Master and I control you. Understand this pussy boy, or you will regret your disobedience. Is that clear?" Another slap to his ass, this time square on his pussy, causing Nick to jump and pull against his restraints.

"I understand, I understand," Nick said. SMACK!!!

"You understand WHAT?", the Master whispered.

"I understand you are the Master and I will obey or be punished." SMACK...

Nick groaned. The slaps were not real hard, but his ass and pussy were hot and stinging. The sensation carried to his balls, and further to his cock, which was still rock hard. He hated this yet he loved it. "Aren't you forgetting something pussyboy?"

SLAP!! He jerked again, searching for what he was supposed to say and then it hit him, "I understand my Master," he moaned.

"Good, very good you little whore. I'll teach you the appropriate way to speak to your Master," SMACK!

"Yes, Master, Yes!!!!" Nick pleaded, "Please Master, I understand".

He felt the Master move away. The warm tingly feeling had spread through out his body and his ass was on fire, but it felt good. His cock was throbbing, stiff and still very hard. He knew his cock was dripping like a leaky faucet, probably creating a huge puddle on the floor underneath him. The Master had been doing something across the room but now was behind him again. Nick felt the Master's hand slide along his stinging ass and realized it left a slickness behind it. The Master was rubbing something all over his stinging ass. He felt it dripping on him as the hand smoothed it all over
his cheeks, then down the crack of his ass and then to his balls. Once again the hand began stroking his balls, rolling them around the fingers slowly. Nick's cock jumped and it took all his power to concentrate on not enjoying this because he knew if he came he would suffer. Probably much more than a mild spanking. But the hand worked magic on him, stroked his balls and circled the lower part of the shaft of his cock, then slide half way up to the head. It sent wave after wave of pleasure all the way to his cock head.

His toes tingled it felt so good. Or was that from whatever was in the drink? He didn't care. He loved it.

Once again Nick had to pull his mind back to stop himself from cumming. He didn't know how much more he could take. He would have to cum. His balls were going to explode. The hand began stroking the whole shaft of his cock in slow, gentle strokes. He was getting lost in the feeling when he realized the Master was using the other hand to insert one, then two fingers into his pussy. Oh God, this would do it. He'd cum and who knew what punishment he'd get for doing it. One of the Master's hands was expertly stroking his swollen, pulsing cock and the other was now using three fingers to fuck his cunt. The fingers moved in the same slow, gentle rhythm as the hand stroking him. When the fingers of the one hand slide around his cock head, spreading his juices, teasing his piss slit, the fingers of the other probed deep into his ass, reaming his pussy hard.

Nick began to beg, "Please, please Master, I need to cum. Please let me cum. My balls are going to explode.. Please, please let me cum!!" The sound of his own pleas turned him on even more. He heard the Master's whisper in his ear, "not yet pussy boy. I told you, I'm gonna fuck you slow and hard. I told you, you would beg and plead for me to stop. I told you NOT to cum until I allowed you to", and with that the Master shoved yet another finger deep into his cunt, sending shiver after shiver of pleasure shooting through Nick. This was it. Whether he was hurt or not, whether he lived or died, he was going to cum. He couldn't take any more. The hand torturing his cock now cupped the head, short stroking it, making it feel like a tight pussy. There were four fingers fucking his pussy hole hard and fast. He had to cum. And then both hands were gone.

Nick's whole body was on fire. His cock, his cunt ... tingled and burned. He didn't think he'd ever been so hot, so ready to explode. But the hands were gone. Then the whisper, "I want you to open your right hand pussy boy," it instructed in his ear. Nick did, noticing that even his hands were all
tingly. He felt something touch his palm and was instructed to close his hand. It closed on something round. He could get his fingers around it, but not by much. It was slick and began to slide slowly through his fingers. Then Nick realized as his fingers slide over the head, it was a cock. A rather thick, long cock. At least 8 1/2 - 9 inches long. He now knew his Master was a man, a very well endowed man. "I'm gonna fuck ya now pussy boy," the whisper said in his ear. Nick felt his pussy tightening and fear grew in him. That was a BIG cock. It was gonna hurt. He began to plead, "No Master please, you are too big ... too big. Please don't fuck me with your cock, please!" That cock was nothing like fingers, or even the toys he and Ellen sometimes used. There was the sound of snorted laughter, then Nick felt a hard, somewhat painful smack to his ass, then another, and another.

He was about to begin pleading when he heard the whisper once more, "I'm gonna fuck you now pussy boy. Gonna fuck you long and hard, over and over again." Nick had a brief moment to wonder why the Master still whispered when he applied another well placed slap to his ass and then shoved his cock, full length balls deep into Nick's cunt hole. Nick screamed from the sharp pain of penetration. "Told ya you were gonna yell and scream at some point," the whisper snickered into Nick's ear as he began pumping his cock earnestly into Nick's slick, tight pussy. Nick moaned and groaned but didn't yell again.

The cock was sliding in and out of his pussy, fast at first, but the Master was slowing down. The pain was receding and Nick felt himself pulling against his bindings, trying to hump back onto the Master's cock. He had lessened his fucking pace and was slowly pulling his cock out to the tip of
the head, then just as slowly shoving it back in, all the way to his balls. When he was buried he'd twist his hips, making the cock rotate deep inside Nick's pussy. Nick couldn't move, couldn't wiggle his own hips. All he could do was let the Master fuck him whatever way he wanted. Nick's own cock had soften during the brutal entry, but was coming back to life. The Master buried his cock deep inside Nick's cunt, this time staying there while reaching with both hands around and between him and Nick, grabbing his cock and balls. Once again those hands began working his cock. As he rolled Nick's balls with the fingers of one hand, and stroked his growing cock with the other, he pumped his own cock in and out of Nick's hole at the same pace. Soon the Master was hammer fucking him, both hands working his cock. One stroking the shaft with a tight, fast grip, in the same rhythm as the Master's cock pumping in and out of Nick. The other hand cupped around the head, slick and tight as a pussy, sliding fast and furious over his helmet. Nick was gonna cum right now, permission or not. The feeling of cock pounding his cunt, filling it time and again.. along with both talented hands fist fucking his cock was the last he could take. He suddenly heard the whisper say, "cum now you sleazy, cock fucking slut. cum now".. and Nick complied. Cum shot out of his cock hard enough to hit the floor and splash back up on Nick's legs. Spasm after spasm rocked Nick's body, seeming to go on forever while the Master fucked his hole fast and furious. It was one of the hardest, longest orgasms Nick ever remembered having. And he knew, as the cum was drained out of his balls that he wanted this again, and again, and again. He loved the feel of being fucked in his hole.

But he wondered as his mind and body slowly started to come back to earth ... just what the Master had planned for him. And once again Ellen came into his mind. Where was she? Was she all right? How was he going to find out? How was he going to help her when he couldn't even help himself? He didn't know......