Birthday Suite

Birthday Suite 3

By Pfantazm

Tony's arms were already hurting. His head was underneath a chair, and he lay on his back on the floor. His wrists had been tied up, one on each side of the chair and lashed to the back legs, and the rope wound around the crossbar between them.

He was still wearing most of his black kidnapper's outfit. The little guy, Jamie had undone Tony's belt and yanked his jeans to his ankles. Rather than try taking the not-very-baggy pants off over his black engineer boots, he'd cinched his belt as tightly around his legs as he could get it. He was now quickly tying his belt into knots.

It had been Jamie, too, who'd tied his hands. The big guy, Ryan, and Tony's friend, Jack, had held him down after dragging him inside. They'd discussed what to do about their intruder momentarily, until Tony had tried to get up. That convinced them that they didn't have time to mull it over.

For someone who was supposed to be the victim, Jamie sure knew what he was doing with a rope himself. He was fast.

His hands bound, and his feet tied together, Tony was pretty helpless. Ryan was sitting on the chair, keeping him from just lifting his arms and sitting up.

And to make matters worse, Tony was a hunky, straight guy in a room with three naked gay men. A hunky, straight guy with a hard-on.

Jamie straddled his stomach and sat down on him. "Talk," he said. Tony didn't know what to say. Jamie reached behind himself and swatted Tony's erection. Tony groaned. "What were you doing on our fire escape?" Jamie clarified.

"W-watching. . . ."

"How much did you see?" Jamie demanded.

"A lot of it. From when you opened the curtains."

Jamie knocked Tony's cock with his hand again. "Now for the bonus question. Why were you there?" Tony hesitated again. Jamie took hold of Tony's nuts and tugged a little. It shouldn't have been painful. Tony moaned. "Answer me," Jamie barked. Ryan cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend but said nothing.

"I-- I--" Jamie tugged again. "Fuck, I wanted to see! Jack told me what you were going to do and wanted to know if I'd help. When I got downstairs I couldn't stop thinking about it, and, well. . . ."

"You went on our fire escape."

"Yeah."

"You watched us."

"Yeah."

"You saw us together. You saw Ryan's ass get shaved. Jack fucked him. He sucked me. You saw it all."

"Yes."

Jamie switched his grip to Tony's cock, which was tenting out his underwear. He rubbed it up and down.

"Ohh. . . fuuuuuuuuck. . . ."

"And you enjoyed it."

"Oh, god, yes. . . ."

"Tony, you're straight!" Jack said. "What about Janet?"

"Janet and I broke up last week."

"Jack, could you go and get me a couple of slices of pizza, please?"

"Uh," Jack said.

"Now, please."

Jack obediently went out to the kitchen.

"So maybe you're not straight, hunh, Tony?"

Tony was without an answer again.

"Hmmm. You don't know, hunh, Tony? Maybe we can find out together. Let's start with some easy questions. Do you like what I'm doing now?" Jamie's hand was steadily moving up and down Tony's shaft.

"Fuck, yessssss. . . ."

"A good start. Do you care that it's a guy doing it?"

"No, it feels so good. . . ."

"Do you think I'm hot?"

Tony hesitated. "I dunno."

"What about Ryan and Jack?"

"I guess so."

"You guess so." Jamie frowned. "Let's try a different line of questioning, then. Tony, why does a straight man agree to help kidnap a guy for gay sex. . ." Jamie leaned down, pressing his own hard cock into Tony's stomach, and looked him in the face. ". . . and do it wearing black silk boxers?"

Jack came in and saw the mound of Tony's cock, trying to peek through the fly in front of Jamie's tight ass. "Pizza," he said.

"Put it down right beside me, Jack." He did so and sat on the bed.

"I-- I dunno. . . ."

Jamie sat up. "Sorry. I can't accept that answer this time." He rolled up Tony's T-shirt. "Those are special boxers. They look expensive." He reached down to the pizza. "You don't wear those every day." He peeled one of the slices of pepperoni off of the pizza and placed it perfectly on Tony's left nipple.

Tony gasped and writhed as the hot sauce touched his skin.

"Why pick those?" Jamie asked again.

"I was supposed to come dressed in black," Tony babbled. "They're the only black pair I got!"

"Hmm. That's a good answer." Tony panted a couple of times. "The only thing wrong with it," Jamie continued as he took another bit of pepperoni, "is that there was no way any of us were ever going to see it." Jamie put the slice on the other nipple.

"Ah, fuck, that's hot!"

"I just had it in my hand. I know how hot it is," Jamie snapped. "The box has been sitting open for ten minutes. It's not going to burn you. Now tell me the truth and I might start being nice to you."

Tony whimpered. "I don't know why! I guess I thought maybe. . . you. . . "

"Yes?"

"Maybe you'd let me. . . ."

Tony couldn't say it.

Jamie leaned down again. "Maybe we'd let you in on it."

Tony was admitting nothing.

"You're holding out on me, Tony. I have more pepperoni here. I could just reach under your waistband and--"

"Don't! I thought of it, all right! What it would be like. . . with you guys. With Jack."

Jack's eyebrows went up.

"Well, that wasn't very polite of you," Jamie said. "Inviting yourself to your birthday party like that. On the other hand, you're here now, and we need to figure out what to do with you."

Tony barked surprise as something went splat on his chest. Jamie blinked. He looked around, and noticed his lover's hard cock dripping precum onto their captive.

Jamie grinned at Ryan. He would have loved to have sucked Ryan dry, but he had to maintain his authority over Tony. "Calm down. That's just Ryan's juices flowing. I think seeing you like this has him excited." Jamie stroked Tony's stomach. Don't worry, Tony. We don't want to hurt you. I said it before: nobody's raping anybody here. You get the final say. If you want out now, just say the word. We won't call the police for trespassing, being a peeping Tom or anything. Jack will still speak to you. I'll even give you the rest of these two pieces of pizza for helping us before.

"On the other hand, this is my birthday. A special occasion. Tonight is likely never to happen again for you. You wondered what it would be like when you got dressed. You will always wonder unless you find out.

"What's it gonna be, Tony?"

Tony looked up at Jamie for the first time. God, he was pretty. And all this talk made him so-o-o-o-o hard.

"I wanna stay," he said quickly.

"You gotta ask me nicer than that, Tony." Jamie reached back again and stroked his cock, freeing it through the fly of his boxers.

Tony closed his eyes and sighed. He moved his hips slowly, humping into Jamie's hand. "Please let me stay," he pleaded.

Jamie smiled. "All right. First, I need to talk to Ryan in private. Tony, don't go anywhere. Jack, watch him. And, uh, play with him a little."

Jack grinned and took Jamie's place astride Tony's stomach. As Ryan got up off the chair, Jack leaned down and started eating the pepperoni off Tony's chest. Tony moaned as Jack licked the pizza sauce up.

In the kitchen, Ryan grabbed Jamie in a bear hug, grinding his cock into his crotch and kissing him.

"Goddamn! That was so hot, Jamie! Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I was channeling Rick right there," Jamie told him, referring to his ex.

"That was Rick the Psycho?"

"That was Rick Classic, before he turned weird."

"I thought you were the one being tied up for him."

"I was but all the best tops were once good bottoms. I think I just graduated."

"Your hands are shaking."

Jamie looked. They were. "I'm fine. I've just never done that before. It's like a high. I'll be okay. We need to talk though, now. What boundaries?"

"Boundaries?" Ryan asked.

Jamie took a breath to try to calm himself down. "What are we doing tonight and what aren't we doing? After all of this is over, Tony and Jack will go home and we'll be normal boyfriends again. I don't want to screw up tomorrow for some fun tonight."

"Babe, you got me so anxious to see what you're going to do to him I don't think I'm gonna care tomorrow. I just want in on it."

"No boundaries," Jamie said, smiling.

"Not tonight. We'll figure all that out later. I'm not worried. Tonight is for exploring."

"Carpe penis."

Ryan chuckled. "I love you, babe."

"Love you too."

They kissed passionately, their tongues dancing. Jamie clutched at Ryan, pushing into him. Ryan cupped Jamie's ass and he moaned. They stood there, making out, and discovering that they did trust each other that much. The amber light from the sunset cast their nude bodies in high contrast, gold in front, and shadow in back.

"I think we better check on them," Jamie said. "They're awful qui--"

He was cut off by Tony's moans.

"Showtime," he finished.

Jamie preceded Ryan back into the bedroom. Ryan could see the shaking was gone. Jamie walked stiff-backed, head high, like a king.

Tony's shorts were by his ankles. His knees were far apart and Jack was licking Tony's big balls.

Everything about Tony was big. He was taller and heavier than any of them. He was getting a little bit of a stomach, but lying down it didn't show at all. His cock, which throbbed against his abdomen, was at least seven inches long, maybe eight, and slender. He was uncut.

Jamie noted that the chair had been lifted so that his arms could straighten over his head. Jamie didn't mind now that Tony was a playmate, not a prowler.

"You guys having fun?"

"Oh, fuck," Tony groaned. "Jack knows what he's doing with his tongue. I never knew it could be that good."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Ryan said, grinning.

Jamie sat beside Tony. "It looks like we're about ready to get started. First we talk for a while. I'm new at this, and I can't top someone I don't know. Ordinarily, I'd ask you what you're into, but you don't know." Ryan took a spot on Tony's other side. Jamie felt up Tony's hairy chest and stomach. "What I want you to do is tell me what first got you thinking about guys."

"Today?" Tony asked.

"If today was the first day you thought about it, then yes. If you've done something about it before, been in a circle jerk in high school, whatever, tell me about that. There's no wrong answer. I want to know where you're at."

Tony lay back and thought. "Didn't really do anything in high school. I was a fraternity brother in college, though.

"It's not what you're thinking. There were no degrading sexual parts to our initiation, but for those four years, I lived in the same building with 40 guys. I'm still close with them. I mean, how could you not be? The whole time I was there I ate, studied, showered and slept with them."

Jack said, "Slept?"

"No, not slept slept. There just weren't 40 bedrooms. No one got a room to themselves. Our initiation made sure we were closer than family."

"Like boot camp," Jamie suggested. "Everybody gangs up together to make sure they all make it together. After that, nothing can tear them apart."

"Something like that. We even had a couple of brothers who came out while we were in college. No one cared. And everyone around knew better than to mess with them. We protected each other.

"The first time I ever touched a naked man was when a couple of the guys on the swim team were in the showers, shaving."

Jack was nodding. He had been on the swim team in college himself.

"Standing up, it's hard to get everywhere properly and there wasn't a bench or anything in the shower. Anyone who was in there just pitched in and helped. There wasn't really anything sexual about it.

"I was there that first time, crouched down and shaving Eric's thigh, with shaving cream and a disposable razor, and he asks me to do his pubes, his balls, all of it. I asked him, don't you wear a suit? He said yes, but for the team, he'd do anything for speed and weight."

"Weight?" Jamie asked. "It's hair. How heavy can it be?"

"Not very," Jack told him, "but it's a psychological thing too. Even the cut of your swimsuit can give you a mental edge. Every little bit helps."

"I thought it was weird too," said Tony, "but a brother wanted it, so I did it. I lathered him up and asked him if he was sure he wanted me to do it.

"He told me that he'd do it himself if he could see properly and he trusted me. He trusted me! With his most prized possessions! I was so worried that I was gonna cut them right off. All that responsibility! I was handling his tackle, moving it up and out of the way.. Eventually he got hard. Then I did too. I didn't - want, him, you know? He had a girl. he said it was just that someone was touching him. `The little guy isn't too bright,' he said. It even made it easier to shave him. It wasn't in the way. But it was such a turn-on, knowing he'd put his privates in my hands and he trusted me."

To Ryan all of this was starting to sound familiar.

"Eric and Freddie had to do that pretty often. The guys all knew it, so it became a regular thing. Usually I was there, and Eric would always ask me. He'd get hard, then I would. Every time. Sometimes I wondered if there was more to it than that.

"The other thing that stands out most in my mind was the day of the Big Game in my senior year. We had the home field, and we were playing our rivals. Halfway through the first quarter it starts turning cold and then it starts pissing down rain. Well, of course they're not gonna call this game, and no one's leaving the stands. No one's going to desert their team.

"In the end, we lost, and we made a break for the frat house as soon as the game was over. All the brothers were at the game, a few of us playing in it, and there was another bunch of guys who weren't in the fraternity, but close buddies. We all run home and jump in the showers.

"The house had two bathrooms each with about ten shower heads around the walls. We all pile in and turn on all the hot water."

"Oh my god," Jamie said. "Wall-to-wall beefcake."

"You said it. Thirty guys in a room meant for a dozen. We didn't care. We were freezing after being out in the rain that long. You could have packed us in ass to cock as long as the hot water held out and we would have been grateful.

"The spray from the showers couldn't hit us all, of course, so you had guys pressing in, trying to get closer, trying to get warm. And nobody wanted to touch anyone else with their hands."

"'Cause they're straight fraternity men," Ryan said.

"No," Tony said. "Freezing cold hands! After you got touched once, you didn't want to do that to someone else." Jack giggled. "Bodies bumped into each other, and people got hard."

"A natural reaction, even for straight guys," Ryan said, nodding.

"Yeah. I'm not sure there wasn't someone who didn't plump up in the least."

"And the laundry!" Jamie said. "Sixty sets of clothes, all sopping wet!"

"That was the other sight to see. The outsiders who came in didn't have a change of clothes. Most didn't care. They sat around with us, naked by the dryers. Playing cards, mostly."

"Unstrip poker," Ryan mused. "You win a hand, you get something from the dryer." The others laughed.

"Never thought of it that way," said Tony. "But walking around the house naked that day seemed normal. No one thought twice about it."

"Now what about you?" Jamie said, fondling Tony's dick. "You didn't say what you felt in the showers, or afterwards. How did you take it?"

Tony hesitated again. "I was one of the slower ones in. There were guys stripping off their kit all the way home. Hell, we all knew what we were going to do. The downstairs shower was packed. I turned around and almost ran into this other guy. Not from the house. I didn't know him. I told him it was full and led the way upstairs. I heard him and a couple of other guys bounding up the stairs behind me. Eric went right past the rest of us, already naked. I think he streaked all the way there.

"The upstairs shower was still crowded, but not quite as much as the other one was. The room was steamy, which was a good start. We stragglers started to squeeze past the others. I guess I touched someone in a tender place because I heard a yelp behind me and then a pair of cold hands on my ass. I jumped into someone else.

"Hands came first. Guys were putting their hands high in the air, putting them in front of the spray and sending water spraying all over the place. It also helped some of us new guys warm up faster.

"I played hockey in college, so I was okay with cold, but I was shivering that day. Most of us were. And there we were rubbing cocks against hips, asses, other cocks, . . ."

"I'm not letting you off the hook, Tony," Jamie said firmly. "What about you? Did you just plump up, or did you get hard?"

"I wound up face to face with Kyle. He was a rugby player. My arms were in the air. Kyle had been their a while and he was already hard. He kept jabbing me in the nuts with his hard-on. He apologized, he couldn't move, but I got hard too. He left pretty quickly after that.

"That's also the day I found out Matthew and Lee were gay. I saw them leaving the shower together early, and when I passed by Lee's room, I heard them, fucking like animals. It sounded hot.

"I was the first one to go up and give them a hug when they came out to us a few months later."

By now everybody's hands were all over Tony. Between his thighs, on his chest, fondling his ass.

"You've never done anything overt with a guy until today, though, have you, Tony?" asked Jamie.

"No. I don't want you to misunderstand. I wasn't lusting after the other guys. It wasn't like that. . . ."

"We know, Tony."

Jack was crawling up in between Tony's spread knees. "When a guy does this to you. . ." Jack started rubbing his hard cock against Tony's big, hairy balls. ". . . you can't help yourself. No man could."

Tony's cock was standing proud and tall. He groaned. "God, yes, Jack! I didn't want it then, but I really want it now. Fuck my balls!"

"There's just one more thing I want to know," Jamie said. "I don't want to overwhelm you your first time. I want to know if you want just some or all of us involved, and how far you want to go? Kissing, fucking, . . . ?"

"Unnnhhhhhh," Tony moaned. "I don't know if I want to get fucked up the ass, but you guys have got me so horned up, I'll take ya all on! Gimme everything you've got!"

"Just what I wanted to hear," said Jamie, grinning evilly.

Author's Afternote: You've got Tony right where you want him, there on your bedroom floor, pliant and ready for almost anything. What would you do with a stud like that? Let me know. I can be reached at pfantazm@hotmail.com