BIRTHDAY BASH
By Arthur
AUTHORS NOTE:
This one is a real one off, it is a copy of a short story for a magazine entry I was asked to provide for publishing and while it is not totally gay I hope it will give you all a little entertainmenmt for something different. There will be NO sequal, the ending is up to your imagination so let your mind run free.
He stood before the mirror, his hands on his hips surveying the image reflected back to him. His thoughts ran wildly around his head as the situation sank in.
`Yesssss,...18, I'm 18 at last'
The reflection showed a young man just reaching that stage of manhood when his body was filling out and the beginning of a light beard was visible on his chin.
`Well Braden Jameson, you're going to get rid of that secret you've been carrying for the last four years, tonight's the night my boy'
The partially naked youth stood still as the old thoughts of his secret shuffled through the myriad other pieces of information that were his daily wonderings.
Braden knew he was not as good looking as a movie star but also that he was definitely not a geek. He stood 5' 10" and had a solid if slim build and would in time fill out to be what all the girls at school would call `A Hunk'.
Light brown hair sat smoothly on his head in a neat trim cut, below, pale brown eyes with dark eyebrows sat above a small aquiline nose surrounded by slightly high cheek bones. His mouth was a little full and many a girl had called them `kissable' but that was as far as they would go apart from Gayle Brixton.
`Ahhh, yes, Gayle.'
Gayle didn't mind relieving his frustrations with her small long fingered hand when they were at the rear of the bike shed. Braden looked again at his reflection and smiled a lop sided smile at the thought of the night to come.
`Tonight I'll be free of my secret, at last I get rid of the big V.'
Braden's virginity had been the bane of his short life and although he talked the talk with his friends he had not yet walked the walk. Tonight that was going to change. Tonight he was 18 and could go to a bar or nightclub without the worry of the law sending him out.
He looked around the apartment, it had been a birthday present from his rarely seen parents, he thought it was to buy a little comfort in their old age or a guilty conscience, either way he was now free to do as he wished and tonight he wished to get laid for the first time.
Braden finished dressing by adding a pale green silk shirt and tucking it into his new designer jeans then reached for the black leather bomber jacket and slid his arms into it and with a light shrug sat it neatly on his growing shoulders.
Opening his wallet he searched for the card that gave the address of a new club on the other side of the city. He had never been there but had heard that there were a lot of pretty young girls that went there and that most of the men were older. He thought he had a good chance to find the solution to his long held desire to lose the big V. at the Carry Club.
Braden wove the one year old Mustang down the road and turned into the parking lot outside the Carry Club. The Mustang had been his parents guilt trip for his last birthday but it hadn't brought them home any more than before so his continued loneliness had to be settled with expensive gifts and the occasional phone call.
The Club looked inviting from the outside and although a little nervous he opened his door and stepped onto the concrete of the lot. The music from inside the Club wafted out the open door in tempered waves, the volume was just right for the early part of the night.
The guy at school had told him that the place really hotted up later in the evening so he was a little surprised it was so laid back at 10 o'clock. At the door he showed his ID and entered the bar area. In the center of the room was a small dance floor surrounded with small tables and chairs, the thought of `Tasteful not Flashy' ran through his head as he nervously looked around.
From the outside the Club had seemed practically empty but now inside he could see there were more than fifty people milling or standing around. As his friend at school had said, most of the girls seemed younger than the men.
Braden went up to the bar and with a slight hesitation ordered a drink from the barman, as he waited he looked around the Club and as his drink was placed on the bar he saw `Her'
`Yes,...she has to be the one.'
The girl was quite petite, her long black hair flowed down her back like the shuffling waves of a night time sea caressing a white sand beach in the moonlight.
She was dressed in a mid length skirt and bolero blouse, the skirt was of brown leather and her boots were of the same colour and came up to just below her small knees. Around her throat was a small thin band of red leather that matched the two around her wrists and set off her tawny skin, adding to her glow of health and beauty.
A man who looked to be in his mid thirties stood beside her like some over dressed bikie, black leather from head to foot. He was a big man of about 6' 3", thick in the chest and a heavy tuft of dark hair showing through his open vest. Braden stood and looked, unaware he was staring at the petite girl, who could be no older than he was, and then noticed she was watching him with an amused smile on her lips.
The big man leant forward and whispered into her ear and then turned toward the door marking the gents room. The girl smiled more openly at Braden and began to move toward him like a lithe cat stalking its prey.
"Hi, haven't seen you here before, what's your name?"
"H...h...hi...ahm...I'm...uhm...Braden"
"Hi Braden, I'm Tina, you like the Club?"
"Uhm...well...I...just sort of arrived."
"Ah yes I saw you come in, so...what are you into to?"
"Into?"
"Yes...what do you like?"
"Like?"
"I can see this could go on for a while Braden so I'll just ask you straight out, ok?"
"Ahh...ok."
Tina moved close to Braden until one knee was resting gently against his groin and in an almost husky voice she continued.
"Do you like sex Braden?"
Braden felt the heat start to rise from his chest to his face as the blush got redder and redder at the wild thoughts rushing through his head. He began to stammer as Tina's knee began to move imperceptibly against him.
"Ahm...uhmmm...yyyyes."
The gentle caressing on his groin stopped as Tina stepped back and looked at him and then with that deceptive smile leant in close to his ear.
"Braden?"
"Yyyyes?"
"Are you still a virgin Braden."
There was no need for an answer as his face reddened even further at his secret being so easily discovered by this wisp of a girl next to him. Braden's throat constricted as Tina leaned in again and lightly brushed her lips over his, effectively stopping any sound coming out.
Braden closed his eyes as the soft lips began to close over his own. The feelings rushing through Braden's body silenced any other sounds in the club as his strength seemed to ebb at the touch of the hot lips and his eyes closed as another type of heat began to rise.
The feel of a giant hand clasping tightly to his shoulder as it squeezed his neck muscles brought Braden back to the here and now.
"What the F*** you think you're doing with my girl, pretty boy?"
The hand that held him immobile felt like a giant claw as the fingers continued to dig deeper.
"B...b...b...b.."
A deep rasping voice whispered in his ear.
"Don't speak boy and don't struggle, we're going for a walk, you try to run and I'll leave you on the floor in pieces, now move."
The claw held tight as it guided Braden toward the rear door, his life was starting to flash before him as his mind made up the pictures of his bleeding and beaten body lying behind the Club.
There was no way that Braden knew of to defend himself against this mountain of a man that held him.
Once out the door the claw turned him toward a dark sedan parked further along the alley.
The man called Tina to open the rear door and then with minimal effort had Braden sitting in the rear seat and before he could respond he felt his hands pushed behind him and the cold hard feel of steel bands being tightened around his thumbs. With a final warning the man stooped down and clamped Braden's ankles into a set of shackles bolted into the floor.
The man stood back and with a smile took from his pocket a thick leather blindfold and fitted it over Braden's eyes.
"You make a sound boy and I got something to sort you out, so stay quiet."
Fear kept Braden's lips closed as he heard the man move to the front of the car and then slide inside and start the motor.
The journey was in silence as neither of the people in the front said a word for the entire Fourty minutes of the trip. The car stopped and after the other two were outside Braden heard his door open and after the shackles had been removed from his ankles he felt the claw back on his shoulder.
"Don't fight me boy and you'll be ok, just go where I lead you."
Braden felt the hand push then pull him as he was directed through and around objects, the sound of wooden floors then the change to stone as he descended some stairs the claw like hold never relenting at any time.
Braden was pulled to a halt in a room somewhere underground, he could smell leather and a strange muskiness in the air.
"Now boy, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's up to you. First off you call me Sir at all times got that?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
The pain in Braden's shoulder began again as the claw like fingers dug deep bringing a yelp of pain from his lips as a finger and thumb closed over his nose forcing him to open his mouth to keep breathing. Something rubbery was forced into his mouth and as it pushed against the back of his throat he felt the touch of leather thongs being tightened around the back of his neck.
Breathing now became difficult as he attempted to draw in breath through the constricting digits holding his nostrils closed. Braden's head began to swim as the shortage of oxygen threatened to cause him to pass out and then at last, with a deep nasal snort the digits released their hold as he tried to regain his senses.
The strange gag in his mouth tasted of rubber and the tightness of the thongs around his head began to feel painful as the rasping voice began again.
"Now boy, quiet is quiet, got that?"
Braden, out of a feeling of self preservation nodded his head frantically, his sight and now his voice taken control of by the unnamed man.
"Now boy, I'm going to release your hands, when I do you will strip and hold your hands clasped together on top of your head. Don't try anything stupid boy, just do as I tell you, got it?"
After a short hesitation in which Braden realized that he had very little choice, he nodded his head in agreement.
"Then do it boy."
Braden felt the thumb cuffs being removed from his hands and as the first bight of the returning blood hit him he grunted, had he even contemplated trying to escape the hold on his shoulder changed his mind before he could react.
Reluctantly and with unsteady hands he started to remove first his jacket then followed it with the silk shirt. A shiver went down his spine as he felt the colder air of the room he had been brought to. Braden hesitated as he wondered if Tina was watching his disrobing, the thought of being naked and powerless in front of her was beginning to tell on his nerves.
"Hurry up boy, I don't have all night to waste on the likes of you."
With trepidation Braden loosened his belt and with the feel of the heavy hand on his shoulder, slid his jeans to his ankles. After kicking off his shoes he finished removing his jeans and then with more hesitation and with a slight stagger he straightened up slowly and lowered his boxers, kicking them free.
The cold air brought out a light covering of goose bumps on his naked skin and the inner fear he felt produced a sheen of perspiration over his top lip.
Before he could move again he felt the cold band of leather on first one wrist and then the other, his arms being pulled down behind his back and fastened together. The toe of a boot was felt behind his knee forcing him to kneel on the floor where he felt again the tightening of leather bands.
"So boy, you want to have it off with my little girl, well forget it, she belongs to me and now boy, so do you."
Braden tried to talk but all that came out was muffled sound through the gag. Quickly his wrists were grasped and his arms lifted high behind his back until he though they would be pulled from their sockets.
"I said no talking boy, do it again and I'll introduce you to a friend of mine, I think your butt would look good in red. Right, I'm going to pull you to your feet, don't try to move, your ankles are locked, when I release your hands lift them above your head as high as you can reach."
Braden's arms were lowered from the excruciating position and he felt the cuffs being separated. Knowing it was no time to try to play around he reached as high as he could above his head even though his shoulders cried out after their stretching.
Two hands clasped his and within seconds his arms were wide apart and fixed to a steel bar above him, next his ankles were released and he felt the light thud of a boot toe against his left ankle forcing it away from his right. The sound of a click and then his right ankle received the same treatment until his legs were fixed solidly two feet apart by another bar.
Braden could feel his thigh and calf muscles stretching as the unnatural position began to take its toll. His stomach was taught and the pressure on his arms was starting to tell. Apart from the mans voice giving occasional instructions there was no other sound in the room until he heard a faint click.
Again another click and he felt his arms begin to be pulled upward as the small clicks continued at an uneven pace. Braden could not tell when the next one would come but each time he heard it his arms took more of his weight on them.
Slowly click by click Braden's body stretched as first his heels then the soles of his feet left the floor until only his toes were barely touching. The clicking stopped, Braden hung there with the full weight of his own body stretching him out.
No sight, no sound, no movement, how long had he been here, two minutes, five, ten? It was now a total mystery as time stood still and only the continual pressure on his arms told him anything.
He felt a whisper of movement close to him and then a hot wet tickling on his flaccid shaft began to tease him until his own body betrayed him and he began to harden. No sooner was he totally erect that the tickling stopped leaving him wondering if it had happened at all.
The rasping whisper came to his ear again.
"So boy I see you like my little slave girl's tongue."
Perspiration was now running freely down the length of Braden's body as the fear of the unknown took its toll on his now overloaded senses. A rough finger began to stroke over his nipples, first the left then the right. The continual rubbing and occasional sharper tweak made them stand hard and sensitive, then it hit him as the steel teeth cut into his left nipple.
The sharp searing pain made Braden try to scream through the gag but all that came out was a gargled splutter. The pain became a dull throb as his body adjusted to the new assault. Braden's mind tried to repel the pain and as he began to send it away his right nipple was assaulted in the same way but this time it seemed more severe as his desire to adjust struggled with the fear building inside him.
`Was this brute of a man going to damage him for life? Was this how his 18th birthday was going to end? Were they going to find his battered and bleeding body in some dark alley the next day?'
The dull throbbing on his nipples continued in the background as his body adjusted and to Braden's surprise his shaft, which had deflated at the first touch of the clamp was now beginning to enlarge again.
"Not yet boy."
A sharp stab at the end of his glans had him back to deflation in seconds and then a hard leather sheath was being buckled around the flaccid member and another was being tightened around the base of his scrotum forcing his testicles to push hard against his taut skin. It felt uncomfortable but he could easily put it aside, that is until a heavy weight was dragging his scrotum down and the throbbing pain returned to replace the one that had previously been centered in his nipples.
"Hmmmm boy, I think another 5 ounces should be about right for you, you look as though you're enjoying this little bit."
Braden realized his shaft was trying to harden against the restraint of the leather sheath around the base. He could almost feel the blood as it tried to pump into him and the downward pressure pulling his testicles tighter only accentuated the feeling.
After the added weight was put on Braden could not reconcile all the different points of pain as they began to run into one another and he surrendered to them in some vague hope of being free from the nightmare.
Braden was now fully engorged as the time passed, how long he had now been hanging up he had no idea then he felt that tickling sensation again on the very tip of his glans and his mind screamed for it to go further, to take him fully into the waiting lips and give him his relief. When he thought that he would explode it again stopped leaving him panting and trying to pull in oxygen through his nose.
Braden's body felt as though it was all bare nerve ends as again the silence and lack of touch sent his mind wandering through the alleys and byways of his disrupted brain.
A movement near him sent a shiver down his spine again as the clamps on his nipples tightened a little more bringing a further burst of pain through his chest and then the numb throbbing began to fill his thoughts once again.
His mind and body was being pulled and pushed by the varied sensations running through him as first one point reacted then the other as his head spun trying to reconcile all the feelings at the same time.
Braden heard a swishing sound and as he tried to work out what it was his back was struck by a thousand needles, not hard enough to bring out a muffled cry but enough to make his skin crawl with dreaded anticipation.
Braden felt his back muscles writhe from the unexpected attack and as the touch of the numberless needles began to recede he heard the swishing sound again. The pain of the myriad needles swept over him as the weight on his testicles swung back and forth pulling downward on his trapped scrotum. The chain dangling on his chest between the clamps on his nipples bounced lightly on his sweating skin causing the clamps to move with their hidden bight.
He hung there, time unknown, sensations to many, his mind in a whirl of unfathomable thoughts and feelings, each one leading to and then away from a different part of his over taxed body. The swishing continued long after he had lost count, they had not got harder but had been a steady rhythm one after the other until his back was alive with the feeling of countless needles. Braden breathing had become laboured as he tried to draw in life giving oxygen through his nose, his mouth dry and furry as the gag held his tongue down stopping him from moistening his arid lips. A stream of spittle had forced its way out both sides of his mouth as the gag restricted his ability to get some relief.
At last the swishing stopped and a distant, rasping voice could be heard close to his ear.
"Nod your head for yes if you agree with me boy, am I your Master boy?"
The hazy mist enveloping his mind tried to make sense of the words.
`Master, is he my Master, no...yes...no...f*** I don't know...stop it all please...stop...Mas...Mast...Master, yes he is my Master...please help me...please stop.'
Braden tried to scream out the saving word but his mouth was to dry and the gag allowed only an inarticulate croak to emerge as he frantically nodded his head for his Master.
"Good boy, I knew you'd see it my way. Now slave do you want to lie down?"
Again Braden frantically nodded his head in agreement.
The weight in his groin receded as it was removed but the tight clamp of the harness remained and as the clamps on his ravaged nipples were eased the returning blood sent more lightening bolts through him. At last he felt the ties of the gag being eased open and he heard a warning from the man who was now his Master.
"Don't speak slave or this goes back in for the rest of the night."
Braden began to raucously gulp in deep breaths as the moister in his mouth started to replace the arid feeling of before. A thin straw was inserted between his panting lips.
"Drink slave."
Braden thankfully sucked on the straw like a newborn calf on its mother's teet. The tangy acidity of the juice over powering his taste buds as the refreshing liquid slid down his parched throat. Realization at last sank into Braden's befuddled mind, everything he needed or wanted was now centered around what `His Master' decided and strangely he felt a warm comfortable feeling flowing through him as he understood that now he would have someone that would care for him and be there when he needed them, unlike his rarely seen parents.
The clicking began again and as the pressure on his limbs eased he realized that he was being released from the steel rods that had held him stretched for uncounted hours. The returning flow of blood into his staved muscles brought their own pain as the bars dropped until he could feel his wrists being released from the overhead torture.
"Not bad slave, 45 minutes, you'll get better with training."
'45 minutes? That can't be right, he just knew he had been held there for hours.'
Braden's ankles were released and as he tried to bring his legs together his calves and thighs screamed out their own rebellion until at last he was standing free if somewhat unsteadily. A warm body came close to him and a pair of warm lips caressed his own then the voice of an angel whispered in his ear.
"Welcome home brother slave, you're going to love your Master, he's so kind to us, you'll see."
The blindfold was removed and his eyes squinted as they attempted to cut the glare of the ceiling lights down to a level that they could stand. His Master stood before him with a small, satisfied smile on his lips. Tina was close by his side now kneeling on the floor with her eyes downcast and her hands clasped behind her back.
Taking Braden's arm his Master steered him toward a long leather covered table near the center of the room. Braden still had trouble with the glare of the lights, finding it difficult to take in his surroundings, as he was lead like a lamb by ` His Master'.
"Up on the table boy."
The grip on his arm tightened imperceptibly but Braden had no intentions of resisting his newfound protector and slid gratefully onto the cold leather surface, letting his body relax against its cold hardness.
Braden's wrist were by his sides as he felt his Master buckle them into the waiting restraints fitted on the sides of the table, next his ankles were clamped the same way but there was no stretching pressure just the relaxing feeling of the warming surface under him.
His Master fitted a wide strap over his forehead and secured the buckle, holding his head in place.
"Just relax my boy, I've got a little work to do and then you can have a little fun."
His Master moved away only to return seconds later with a small hand tool. Master took a position beside his head and then placed the tool against his ear. Braden felt a strange clamp tighten around his earlobe and then a sharp pain, which made his body tremble then the clamp disappeared. His ear stung but as the seconds drifted past it became just that familiar dull throb.
His Master moved to stand within his sight and lifting a strange tool leant over his chest and he heard the buzzing sound begin.
Tattoo!...he was being Tattooed,...why?...what was it?.. Braden knew better than to voice his fears as the machine moved closer to his chest. The speeding needles began their work as His Master' started his work and the continuous pin pricks became like a dance on his skin as he was marked as another mans property.
Once finished `His Master' stepped back to survey his work and with a satisfied smile brushed his cheek with the back of his hand in a gesture of closeness.
"You did well boy, now you get your reward. Girl, come."
Braden felt `His Master's' hand go to the constricting cage around his penis and scrotum and within seconds he could feel the freedom as his shaft and testicles became free of the device. The relief it brought was only second to the feeling that he had as Tina, who had been ordered to clamber up on the table and settle between his wide apart legs with her narrow hips facing the waiting Master behind her.
With a smile accentuated by her obvious desire, Tina lowered her moist lips towards his upright shaft until he was enveloped in their hot suction. Tina's eyes opened widely as their Master moved in closer, with the smoothness of much practice, he buried himself deeply into Tina's hot waiting cavern.
At the first thrust of their Master's weapon, Tina took Braden's full length in one gliding movement until his tangled pubic bush was brushing her working lips as they massaged his heated desire.
It seemed only seconds had passed when Braden felt that overwhelming need to satisfy his basest instinct and with an upward thrust, restricted only by the bindings on wrist and ankles he sent his life juices rushing toward Tina's waiting mouth. His Master's eyes had never left Braden as he continued his deep thrusting action at the rear of his slave girl and as Braden's over worked body sent its river of release into Tina, their Master grimaced as he gave a final hard thrust to bury himself deep into the girl slave before him.
The tumultuous combination of the trio's final giving seemed to Braden to ring around the room that he knew was going to be his home away from home, as he acknowledged his new position in life.
Braden looked at `His Master' through the haze of his release, his eye's telling the man that Braden was his.
"Yes boy, you're mine and tomorrow we start with this so you'll be ready for me when I want to take you as I took your sister slave tonight."
Braden stared in disbelief at the large rubber dildo held in the hand of `His Master'. A small shudder of fear, tempered with wonder and something akin to desire, ran through his now exhausted body.
This his 18th birthday was now the best birthday he had ever had and a small part of his brain told him it was going to get better as he settled into his new life with his sister slave and `His Master'
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