Birth Day

Birth Day

****WARNING: This fantasy story is about a young male and an older male and contains descriptions of sexual activity that involve bondage and sado-masochism. It includes detailed descriptions of genital torture, cruelty and humiliation. If you are offended by such descriptions or concepts, please do not read further. ****

His Master was tying his hands over his head as the boy lay naked and stretched out on the king size bed. There was only a sheet on the bed - no pillows, no blankets - just a waterproof, yellow sheet that made a crinkly noise as his Master rested His knee on the surface of the bed to reach the corner post where the boy’s wrist was being bound. As his Master completed tying his hands, He rose and turned His attention to the boy’s bare feet. He took each foot in hand, wrapped a rope twice around the ankle and bound it to one of the bed corner posts at the end of the bed. As his Master roughly handled each ankle and leg, the boy could feel his cock getting hard ... he always got aroused as he was being tied up and as his Master touched his bare skin...

“Getting hot are we boy?” his Master asked aloud as he stared at the boy’s cock, “I know how much you like being tied up my lad, but we have a long long way to go before you are going to get any satisfaction tonight.”

And the boy thought about the countless times this same ritual had been carried out since his Master had acquired him. Night after night after night of first, being bound tightly to this same bed and then, tortured and teased and, sometimes, after what seemed like an eternity, he might be allowed to cum - and sometimes not. Sometimes, after being aroused and teased and brought to near orgasm over and over, the boy was simply left, bound and helpless, unable to achieve satisfaction. Those nights were the worst; the most challenging that he had to endure. Not only was he left with a useless, fully engorged penis, but also his balls were swollen with semen and deeply sore from the lack of release.

Other nights began by his being tied face down and his ass beaten with a variety of implements - leather, rubber, wood -- paddles crops and whips -- each designed to bring a certain character of pain and leave him throbbing and sore -- his skin raw and beet red. On those nights, after he had taken more punishment then he thought he could ever endure, he then was untied and turned over, and the torture of his torso would ensue. And he would willingly submit to this routine of punishment over and over again, night after night ... because it was his passion to serve his Master ...

God, he thought to himself, What is wrong with me.... I do love it so.....

His Master was standing over him now, looking at him from head to toe, inspecting ever part of his pretty body.

“Ahhhhh my boy, you are soooooo beautiful,” his Master said, “Such fine features.... muscles so firm and tight.... and so well proportioned...” and, as He spoke, the boy’s Master ran his hand ever so lightly over the lad’s smooth skin: made even smoother by the complete body shave which he was subjected to every three days. His Master insisted that all His slaves be completely hairless from the forehead down....

“Mmmmmmm, silky soft,” his Master murmured, guiding His hand up inside the boys leg, reaching the boy’s testicles and rubbing them gently, “such sweet little walnuts,” He said as He massaged each one of them with His fingers, “Maybe these sweet nuts need some attention right away, huh?”

And, his Master stepped back, moved over to the wall and grabbed a small, leather pouch. He returned to the bed and as the boy saw what was in his Master’s hands, he shook his head back and forth violently and his eye’s widened as his Master unrolled the leather pouch revealing the short, shiny, needles lining the inside. Rows and rows of needles, sharp looking, yet blunted in order to inflict pain but not puncture the tender skin of his ball sack.

“We’ll just wrap this pouch around these sweet little balls, “ his Master said describing his action. And, as the needles pressed against the boy’s scrotum, the boy attempted to push his body down into the mattress as if he could avoid somehow the harsh stings of the dozens of needles pressed hard now against his sack. But his effort was to no avail ... the pain was maddening and unavoidable.

“Now, we want it tight, but not too tight.... ” his Master said as he wrapped the thin leather straps around the sack to hold it fast against the boys ball sack, “Yes, just so .... pressure enough to keep you alert right my young man?”
.
“God..... Please Master!... No....” the boy cried out....

“He speaks! He pleads!” his Master responded, “And … he disobeys! He is not supposed to speak unless spoken to is he?” and with the sarcastic question, the Master slapped the small leather sack with his open hand and the boy screamed in pain.

“Talk out loud again and I will tighten that little pouch twice as hard!” his Master said roughly, “Do you want that?”

And the boy shook his head wildly again, silent this time ... resigned to his fate....

“Now, lets get some nice clips on those little titties eh?” and the Master returned to what he called his “wall of play toys” and reached up and selected two silver clamps, a chain running from one to the other.

“I know these are your favorites,” his Master said lightly, “These hurt like a son of a bitch when I put them on don’t they?”

The boy nodded in quick agreement....

“And, when I tug at them and rip them off, they hurt even more don’t they my sweet one?”


Oh God yes, the boy thought inwardly as he nodded again watching closely as his Master approach his right nipple with the nasty looking clamp.

“Ahhhh, hold on now, clench your teeth .... take a deep breath...” and with that his Master attached the clamp excruciatingly tight on the boys tender nipple. The pain burned through the boy’s chest ...

“Good boy, now the other. Deep breath now....” and likewise, the tight metal clamp bit down hard on the boy’s sensitive tit - the sharp metal teeth digging deep into his nipples.

Oh Jesus, the boy thought, he’ll leave those on for an hour and then rip them off ---- God the pain is so horrible....

“Now, you look dressed my boy, almost presentable...” his Master said admiring His work and watching the boy writhing in pain from the needles attacking his scrotum and the clamps searing into his nipples.

“Mmmmmm, now what can we do next?” his Master wondered allowed as He absentmindedly caressed the boy’s erect penis. He looked down now at the boy’s thick and swollen prick, “You certainly seem to be enjoying this so far....”

Jesus, I do love it so.... damn me if I don’t ... the boy thought to himself very aware that if his Master kept rubbing at his penis that an orgasm might be impossible to stop ... God, that would be awful, thought the boy, terror now building in the pit of his stomach at the thought of the punishment he would have to suffer if he came at this point ... his Master would never accept such behavior however involuntary or indeed caused by his Master’s manipulations.

His Master abruptly took his hand from the boy’s penis and brought it to his own chin.

“Now, what’s next? What treat can we provide the boy tonight?” his Master inquired aloud, His hand rubbing his chin and His eyes running over the boy’s naked body.

“You do know what day this is, don’t you?” his Master asked. “You do realize that this is a very special day don’t you?”

What day is it? God, what day IS it? The boy’s mind raced, unable to think of what answer his Master wanted him to give: Is it some sort of holiday? It was Saturday night, but that was nothing special: the boy was tortured in this way regularly on every Saturday night since he was taken into his Master’s stable of slaves. What could it be? the boy thought madly, God, I have no idea...

“Give up?” his Master asked after a few moments...

Sheepishly, the boy nodded that he indeed had no clue as to what special day this was.

“You silly boy, have you forgotten your own birthday? Good Lord son, you are 19 years old this very day...” his Master informed him chuckling as He spoke and observed the boy’s surprise.

God, the boy thought, my Birthday ... it has been one full year since I submitted myself to my Master.

And it was indeed, 12 months ago - 365 whole days ago - that the boy had been permitted to enter his Master’s stable....

The boy had had submissive tendencies since he was a c***d ... but hadn’t been able to act upon these tendencies and, yes, deeply felt desires, until he was old enough to be independent. And, as he approached his 18th year, the summer after his graduation from high school, he had posted an ad on the Internet:

“Submissive boy in search of a fair but strict Master for training and discipline.”

His present Master had answered the ad and, after many interviews and a thorough evaluation of the boy’s intentions and desires, a complete medical physical, his Master had offered the boy the opportunity to enter His stable and join His other slaves. And, on the very day after the boy turned 18, had accepted the boy into his service. In turn, the boy accepted his Master’s offer of servitude, signing a complicated contract that committed the boy to his Master’s service for 3 years after which the contract could be renewed annually. An “apprenticeship,” the contract stipulated: full service to a Master in return for room, board and “training.” And, with the formal signing and witnessing of the contract, the boy therefore, forsaking friends, family and his past, formally and legally committed himself to his Master’s full ownership and care.

Almost from the beginning, it seemed, his Master treated the boy far more harshly then the other slaves - even the ones who joined the stable after he had. His Master explained that the boy had a certain something -- something very, well, special. A unique gift that the Master wanted to bring out ... a gift for accepting pain and delighting his Master by demonstrating almost no limits to what the boy could endure. Therefore, the boy’s training was more intense, his discipline more frequent and his punishments more severe then that meted out to his fellow slaves.

In the beginning, the boy naturally rebelled against this seemingly unfair treatment, in spite of the fact that he had voluntarily accepted his role as a committed submissive. The routines of torture and discipline and, yes, the harsh punishments for even the most minute of infractions, tested the boy every step of the way. He expressed his rebellion with anger at first; lashing out verbally at his Master each time the boy felt he was being unfairly treated. Then, we he came to realized that his anger only increased the severity and frequency of his punishment, the boy tried asking for and, later, pleading for mercy. But his Master was dedicated to his task and would not relent. Days and weeks and months past and eventually, the boy submitted completely ...
Now, notwithstanding his crying out this evening in response to the unexpected pain from the scrotum sack, the boy had learned to make no effort to resist nor expressed any outward sign of the pain that his Master inflicted upon him with great frequency.

Always, to make the sessions have an even greater impact on the boy’s mind, at the of each, his Master required the boy to get on his knees and thank his Master for providing whatever torture his Master delivered. This “ritual of gratitude” as his Master termed it, included the boy’s kissing the Master’s feet and washing them with his tongue.

Such a program of training and discipline naturally had its effect on the boy, making him- little by little - day by day - hour by hour - the most submissive slave the Master had ever owned. His Master was quite proud of His pet and often would show him off at social gatherings. Regularly now, the boy was made to sit on his haunches for hours serving as a table or footrest or whatever piece of furniture his Master’s guests desired. More recently, the boy had been abused anally by his Master’s male guests and used to perform oral sex on his Master’s female guests. Guests would literally line up for the boy to service them and on some evenings, night would turn into day before the boy’s full duties to the guests were complete.

All of this was video taped and records kept so, if the boy every wished to leave his Master’s service, complete documentation could be made available to his relatives and friends ... Sort of an “staying incentive” his Master called it.

The boy’s thoughts of all this were abruptly halted by his Master’s voice:

“So, the first year of your captivity and service is complete. Now, honestly,” his Master asked, “Aren’t you proud to have survived and to have become my prize pet?”

The boy, hesitating ever so slightly, thinking of the toll the months of torture had taken on his young body, on his spirit and on his impressionable psyche, nodded firmly in agreement his eyes meeting his Master’s to emphasize the fervor of his affirmation...

“Good boy..... you are such a good boy,” his Master responded once again his hand softly caressing the boy’s penis, “And because you are such a good boy, I have a very very special present for you tonight.”

Present? What could his Master mean... maybe some form of pleasure amidst all this pain? He thought with hopeful anticipation, Maybe he will let me have a restful night without having to perform for him....

His Master went to the closed bedroom door, opened it and gestured for someone to enter.

O my God! The boy in horror saw a slim girl enter the room, Becky!

Becky was the boy’s high school sweetheart. They met in junior year, dated heavily in their senior year. They went to the prom together and only broke up because the girl was going away to college and the boy, well, the boy had chosen a different avenue in life. He had explained his desire to be a slave to the girl and she naturally had reacted in shock and disbelieve. But, because she did care so much for him, came to understand his strange goal and, before she left for school, wished him well. She went off to an Ivy League college up North, and he entered his Master’s stable.

Now here she was. Unbelievably attractive and sexy. She was dressed in very short shorts and a tank top that ended above her waist showing off her flat tummy and sexy bell button. Becky looked sexier then he had ever seen her before. She was standing next to him and looked at him from head to toe as he lay naked, spread-eagle on the bed....

The boy became all too aware that his penis stood thicker and more erect then ever ... God!

“I’ve have been in contact with Becky for quite some time, my lad,” his Master explained in the face of the boy’s obvious embarrassment, “She contacted me right after I accepted you and asked that she be kept informed of your well being.”

Sweet Jesus, what is going on? Becky.... here.... witnessing this.... How can I stand this....?
The boy’s thoughts raced from his attention to his Master to making eye contact with the slender young girl who stood nervously at the end of the bed.

“Have no fear lad,” his Master said, “She’s not here to ‘free’ you but wanted to make sure for her self that you were being treated well ...and, to hear from your own lips that this is the lifestyle you have dedicated yourself to. And, frankly, I invited her here to help celebrate your birthday.”

How can I.... the boy thought.... how can I bear this humiliation.... Becky...here ... and seeing me like this.... O dear God, please make this be a nightmare or something....

“It’s okay,” Becky said in a soft gentle voice, “I understand it all now. Your Master explained the whole thing to me ... And you know I only want the best for you. And if this is what you want, then I accept it and want it just as much for you.” and she rested her soft hand gently on his right ankle. Her touch nearly drove the boy mad with sexual desire, anxiety and self-consciousness. “I came here tonight to see for myself that you are okay and that you are happy with this arrangement,” Becky said earnestly, “Tell me honestly, are you happy?”

The boy looked at the girl and their eye’s met. Oh that I could touch her again and make love to her once more.... but he knew that his Master would never allow any sort of normal sexual contact between the slave and a girl. Resigned to his fate, the boy responded:

“Yes, Becky, I am happy. This is what I want.”

“Yes lad, I know it is for sure.” his Master said calmly, “I have explained to Becky that a boy like you, well, needs discipline in his life and she is so grateful to me for providing it, that she agreed to participate in today’s special activity.”

“Yes don’t worry, I wont tell anyone,” Becky assured the boy, “ I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that you were happy...” And she place her other hand on the boys other ankle.
“You are doing what you want to do aren’t you?” she asked with a concerned catch in her voice.

“Answer the girl truthfully now lad,” his Master said sternly....

What choice did the boy have? ... This was what he wanted and what he had committed to with eyes wide open a year ago ... the thought of leaving this lifestyle ... being on his own, now frightened him ... yet, again, for a moment he yearned to be in Becky’s embrace, smelling her sexy perfume and being aroused by her presence and sensual body ... but no, just as quickly, he knew what his answer had to be....

“Yes, Becky,” he said out loud, surprised himself at the intensity of his voice, “I am okay and this is exactly what I want ... and what I need.”

And with those words, he could see Becky’s face fall just a bit, as if she hoped that his answer might be a different one....

“Fine lad,” his Master concluded, “now let’s get on with our celebration.” cheerfully ignoring the awkwardness of the situation and going once again to the wall and collecting several items.

“Its time for our electro stimulation isn’t it my boy?” his Master asked lightly, “Why, we haven’t wired you up for quite some time and I do know how much you enjoy this.”

O god, thought the boy, Not that! He recalled the last time he had been “wired up:” he was nearly driven insane from the sensation ... and, the order from his Master not to have an orgasm tried ever fiber of his being.

“First, Becky, we take this cylinder - this metal cylinder that looks like a phallus...” and the boy could see that his Master was going to play the teacher and show and explain the process in detail to Becky step by step. Oh god he thought, what she must think of me?

“And, we grease it up well with this electrical contact gel, see? All nice a smooth and lubricated.” And the Master was taking great pleasure in showing Becky the thick round metal object as he was approaching the boy on the bed.

“Now, at this point, we need the boy’s assistance ... Boy, do your best now to lift that little butt of yours so I can have access to your anus...” his Master ordered and with great difficulty and effort, the boy extended his torso and forced his rear end up into the air.
“Now there see? We can reach his anus easily and massage it with the conductive gel as well,” and his Master took a gob of the slimy red stuff and worked it on and into the boy’s anus. “Ah yes, just so. So nicely lubricated and slippery. See, here? How we keep everything cleanly shaven around the boy’s privates?”

The boy’s humiliation seemed to have no end as his Master and Becky stared at his asshole together.

“Now then, we are ready for insertion. Let me first just attach this wire thus,” and the Master took a long red wire and hooked it firmly to one end of the cylinder, “There! Now we slowly slip it inside here,” and the Master put the other end of the cylinder directly on the boy’s anus and began to press forward.

The boy’s natural tendency was to resist and tighten his ass muscles and with a loud “CRACK”, his Master slapped his butt cheek harshly with his open hand, “Now relax god dammit,” his Master ordered firmly and, with the surprise of the slap, the boy did indeed release his anal muscles and the cylinder slide slowly inside of him

“Good boy! Very good” his Master said, “Becky, sometimes it takes a long time to get that in there, the boy must want to show you how cooperative he can be....” his Master now turned his attention to a small metal ring and attached a back wire to it.

“Now, my dear, this is the silver metal ring that fits the right on the boy and slips down to the base of his cock,” Master explained carefully to Becky.

The boy was so embarrassed at how clinical it all seemed, this “hooking up” of his genitals in front of his ex-girlfriend...

“There now, all set up,” his Master announced as he slid the metal ring slowly but firmly down the boy’s penis, “Looks pretty doesn’t he? You can lower your ass now boy, we are all ready to go here.” and his Master picked up a small plastic box the size of a deck of cards and proceeded to plug first the red and then the black wire into the end of the unit

“This is a ‘tens unit’ ... designed by the medical industry to stimulate muscles.” his Master explained to Becky and her eyes widened.

“My God,” she said quietly and with concern in her voice, “Is it safe to use electricity on him like that/”

“Oh my yes!” his Master responded confidently, “These are tools designed for the treatment of the human body you see ... to heal damaged tissue ... I assure you, it is perfectly safe.” his Master explained patiently to Becky, “However, I should tell you that we use it here with our boys as a different kind of simulation for a different set of muscles....” he said as he showed the box to Becky. She stood now with her hands folded across her chest ... looking at the box, and then, at the boy’s naked body with wires running from his ass to the unit. The boy could see that she was indeed becoming herself by all of this clinical activity ... and his nakedness. He noticed that she was a bit flushed a breathing hard.

“See, this knob here can be set for direct stimulation - a constant flow of energy,” his Master explained further, “or for pulsing stimulation, that is, a rhythmic burst of energy. Both will send a surge of current through each wire and, together, they will cause current to flow through the boy’s anus and cock...” his Master was now sounding quite professorial and himself getting excited about the prospect.

“This other knob adjusts the level of current see?, his Master continued, “It’s a dial really, with a pointer and numbers from 1 through 10. The low numbers indicate low current, the high numbers, of course, stronger current ... and this is the on and off switch.” and his Master was pointing out each feature of the unit as if he were a salesmen...

“Would you like to do the honors my dear?” his Master asked the girl politely.

“Oh no, I couldn’t, what if I turned the wrong thing and hurt him,” Becky said quickly.

“Nonsense, even at the highest level, the boy can take it,” his Master replied

I can? the boy thought, I don’t remember being able to “take it” exactly the last time...

“Well, if you say so,” and Becky obligingly took the small box, hesitantly turned it on and small red light lit up.

“Good, step one - its on!” his Master declared, “Now start turning up the juice ... try going to 3 first...”

And Becky, studying the knob closely, did as the Master suggested and the boy could immediately feel a soft, lively, tingling from his anus to his cock running right through his testicles which were still encased in the ever painful leather needle pouch.

O god, he thought, I remember now how horribly hard this procedure is. The boy was to endure the surging electricity and, the hard part - the trick - was that he was not allowed to ejaculate.... an awful prospect for the young man who was now incredibly aroused and stimulated.

“He seems to be taking that quite well ...lets go to number 6" his Master proposed and Becky, looking carefully at the knob, turned it and then looked up at the naked boy.

God, the boy thought as he felt the strong surge of power running through him, this is going to be impossible not to cum.... God, it feels soooooo good.... and he closed his eyes feeling the warmish sensations rushing through his most sensitive area...

“Now remember lad, you are not allowed to cum,” his Master reminded him in a soft whisper, and the boy tried to think of anything other then the current flowing through him, tickling him, teasing him and with all his will power dedicated himself to controlling his ejaculation.

“Hmmm, he likes that ... I can tell,” his Master observed, “Lets go to 7.5 Becky and just leave it there...” and Becky dutifully adjusted the knob.

Beads of sweat were forming on the boy’s forehead and his body was now clearly damp with moisture for the room was warm and all the sexual stimulation internally and externally was causing him to warm up considerably.

“Now, for the fun part,” his Master said cheerfully, ”Let’s move from a steady stream to pulsing.”

O GOD, NO! the boy thought in terror, and watched as Becky switched the other knob. Immediately, instead of a constant flow of energy from his anus to his penis, there was an alternating flow: on .. off - on ... off - on ... off - a maddening rhythm ... and one that simulated the manipulation of the penis ... Christ, he thought, it was nearly impossible to stop from having an orgasm with this stimulation ....

God, the boy thought, how can I control myself....? and he closed his eyes trying to keep from concentrating on the power that was surging through his sensitive genitals.

“Oh my,” his Master said, “I can see from the drips of sperm at the tip of our boy’s penis here,” and he reached over and lifted up some with his finger, “This boy is ready to pop!”

O Jesus, the boy thought, and felt the moisture and tasted the salty taste of his own sperm as his Master’s finger rubbed the precum into the boy’s lips ... sweet God this was going to take every ounce of will power the boy had to keep from cumming.

“My goodness,” Becky said, “Is he okay?” as she stared at the naked boy and saw a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his head.

“Oh my yes,” his Master responded, “We’ve done much more then this to his sweet body haven’t we boy?”

And the boy, having been trained to respond quickly, nodded his head in agreement.

“I think you can see that he really thrives on this treatment,” his Master said confidently to the girl.

“Well, if I hadn’t seen if with my own eyes, I’m not sure I would have believed it” Becky said her eyes focused now on the boy’s throbbing member. “God, he does look uncomfortable though. Isn’t it hard for him not to have an orgasm?”

“Nonsense, he loves it, don’t you boy,” his Master stated, “You like the idea of our having total control over your orgasm don’t you?”.

And, again, in conformance with his strict training, the boy nodded quickly in the affirmative.

“Now. It is time for the real celebration!” his Master said exuberantly, “This is going to be a real treat boy!”

The REAL celebration ... my dear Lord, there’s more? Now what? the boy thought as he clenched his teeth in the now violent effort to control his urge to cum.

“This my dear, is a taper,” his Master said, pointing with the index finger of his left hand to a long, thin straight white string-like form he held with the fingers of his right hand, “It is, quite simply, a slender candle wick that has been dipped a few times in hot wax. These several layers of wax on the wick make the wick burn slowly but not, of course, as slowly as a regular candle,” his Master explain as both Becky and the boy looked at him.

“I saw these in church, near the votive candles,” his Master went on, “And, knowing that my boy’s birthday was at hand, immediately thought of an activity that would mark the boy’s first anniversary with me as well as provide for the traditional birthday wish .”

Dear God what is he going to do with that thing?

“I thought that, instead of the traditional cake and candles - how boring really that whole thing becomes when you stop and think about it - we would, instead, use the boy himself as a candle holder!” his Master exclaimed.

The boy was confused ... “candle-holder,” What does he mean?

“With some lubricant made especially for the task, we can insert this little thin thing into my boy’s penis, light him up and sing Happy Birthday. Now doesn’t that sound like fun?” his Master asked gaily and the boy, when he comprehended what was about to be done to him, nearly fainted.

“My God! Won’t he get burnt?” Becky asked with concern.

“Well now, that’s the fun part don’t you see? As you and I sing, the boy can blow the candle out ... of course it will be very far from his mouth, so he will have to blow real hard. And, since I will be tying these nipple clamps down here at the sides of the bed ... as the boy tries to lift himself up to get close to the taper, he will be pulling hard on these clamps.

“O delightful! Don’t you agree?” his Master said to Becky with a smile.

“Well, I don’t know ... You’re sure he likes this kind of thing?” Becky asked uncertainly ... but at the same time, it was obvious that she was really turned on by the sight of her naked ex-boyfriend being used in this strange and, oddly sensual manner.

“Well, let’s ask him. You do like the sound of that plan, don’t you boy?” his Master inquired pointedly.

And, without hesitation, the boy nodded enthusiastically although deep inside, he was filled with fear. What if he can’t blow the candle out? ... Won’t he be terribly burnt? Dear God, and I’m very nearly on the verge of cumming, and his anxiety rose as he was aware of the severe punishment he would be given if he dared to cum without permission.

His Master went busily about filling a small eye dropper with a liquid and carefully inserting it into the boy’s penis.

“This will help ease the taper into his urethra,” the Master explained and he turned now to the taper that he soaked thoroughly with the same liquid. “Hospitals use this lubricant for just this purpose - for inserting catheters into the urinary tract - it is both slippery and contains an anti-bacterial solution. We wouldn’t want my boy to get an infection now would we?” and then, to the boy’s amazement, watched as his Master brought the taper to the head of his penis and placed it just inside his peehole.

O MY GOD, the boy thought, careful not to cry out for real, IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?

“Now boy, what ever you do, don’t move,if you do, of course, this could hurt a lot,” and his Master held the boy’s penis straight up and slowly and carefully slid the tape inside it ... All three watched in amazement as the taper slipped, ever so slowly, down the boy’s penis.

“Now see?” his Master said, “The hard part is over, its inside.”

And slowly ever so slowly all three watched as the taper entered deep into the boy’s member.

“There,” his Master said satisfied, “ Now its resting right outside the boy’s bladder and that is as far as we go.”.

The 18-inch taper was now about three-quarters of the way inside the boy’s penis and urinary tract. The boy looked in terror as his Master now went about tying the boy’s nipple clamps firmly and tightly to the side of the bed. As his Master fastened each one, the clamps tugged on the boy’s nipples and caused excruciating pain. The boy calculated that the slightest raising of his back off of the bed would cause incredible pain.

Becky looked frightened and the boy looked on in terror as his Master struck a match and brought it to the head of the taper. The lighted end was about 8 inches from the top of the boy’s penis.

His Master held the penis with one hand as straight as he could and said,

“Well now, let’s sing! And boy, don’t start blowing until I tell you understand?”

The boy nodded quickly ... completely terrified and wildly alert now.

“Okay, lets go Becky!” his Master said cheerfully and the two of them began to sing:

“Happy Birthday to you.... “

This is insane! the boy thought.

“Happy birthday to you... “

The boy looked frantically at the taper as it burned quickly moving closer and closer to his penis. Drops of wax falling on his bare skin ... searing him with pain ... he looked frantically at his Master, waiting expectantly for the signal ... taking strong, deep breathes to prepare himself to blow as hard as he could to extinguish the flame that licked at the air.

“Happy Birthday dear ... slave.... boy... “

And his Master held up his hand to pause the singing ...all three watched in silence as the taper burned on.... Burning closer and closer to the boy’s cock head. The boy kept looking frantically from the taper to his Master ... his eyes flicking as quickly as the flame ... awaiting the signal, attempting now to rise slightly off the bed and immediately feeling the torturous pain of his nipples tugging against the clamps.

It seemed forever before his Master sang:

“Happy birthday toooooooo you ... “

And his Master gave the signal as the flame on the taper was now less then an inch from the head of the boy’s penis - and a good distance now from the boy’s mouth. The boy had no choice but to rise up as far as his bonds would allow him to - which was only about a half a foot from the surface of the bed - and as he did so, the clamps tore deeply into his nipples and he felt as if his skin was being torn away from them ... and, with as deep a breath as he could take, he blewwwww ..... and blewwwww .... and blewwwww again .... and, looked on in amazement at the flame flickered but, did not go out.

Panicking now, as the flamed burned ever closer - he could feel its heat now on his penis ... the boy blewwwwww again.... and..... blewwwwwwwww again... and, with the deepest breath he could muster, blewwwwwwww again... but it was no good and, as the boy looked to his Master for mercy and help, incredibly he could see his master adjusting the tens unit and could feel that the full current produced by the little unit was pulsing through his penis and realized with terror that he couldn’t blow the taper out and that he could no longer control his orgasm either and .... helpless now, the boy’s penis erupted in gushes and sperm shot forward and the wonderful feeling of the orgasm mixed with his amazement and relief as the wet sperm shot forcefully forward and extinguished the flame at the end of the taper just as the heat was very seriously threatening his sensitive cock head...

The boy fell back one the bed exhausted and overwhelmed by the pain of his nipples.... the orgasm still rushing through his body ... God, he thought, God ... Jesus.... to cum like this.... God.... it feels.... so... good... O Jesus...

And Becky and his Master broke into applause!

”Great job boy, great job!” his Master said approvingly, “That was so much fun, I can’t wait to do it again when all my guests arrive later this evening. “

Again? Again? The boy thought incredulous ... We are going to do this AGAIN?

“Yes my boy,” as if in answer to his silent question his Master said, “To make tonight’s birthday celebration even more exciting, Becky and I are going to decorate your naked body with these colorful cake decorations. Won’t that be sweet? And, when my guests arrive they will be invited to chose their body part and to lick it clean.... “

Sweet Jesus, the boy thought as the last of the wonderful orgasm swept over him, how can I take this?

“I am soooo good to you my lovely little slave.” his Master told him, “I think you are going to remember this birthday for a long long time.... because, when you think if it, it is really your very first birthday in your new life ... As the cliché goes, this is really the first day of the rest of your life.... Many happy returns my boy....”

And tears now streamed down the boy’s cheeks … tears of agony …. joy and of resignation to his fate; the fate he himself had chosed …. The first day of the rest of this life!

Finis