Happy Birthday

Author: spartan
Title: Happy Birthday
Date: 02 August 2010

“Today‘s the day, Jeff. Today I turn the big 3-0.”

“How do you want to celebrate, Fred?”

“What I had in mind was to stretch myself out spread eagled on our bondage bed with gag and hood, nose holes only, chained as tight as I can get to the four posts, and wait for you to get home from work to play with me.”

I saw Jeff get a gleam in his eye, and slowly get a big fiendish smile on his face. “I like the sound of that. That‘ll give me the day to plan some fun for you tonight.”

I knew what Jeff was thinking. I had been a royal pain in the rear lately, and figured he was thinking this was going to be his payback time. But I didn’t mind. I was looking forward to it, since it was my birthday.

With that, Jeff finished breakfast, dressed for work, and left. I had decided to forego drinking liquids and eating since yesterday’s lunch until after the fun. After cleaning up the dishes, I set out to prepare. We have a play room with a neat bondage bed that has four solid posts at the corners, overhead beams, and headboard and end board with hook attachments. The bed is long enough to accommodate my height.

First I set out the chains, attaching them to the four corner posts. I set out some individual humane restraints we have for each of my two ankles and my two wrists. These have hooks after they are closed that I can attach padlocks to connect the chains with, and I also laid out the padlocks, with the keys on a nearby table. I laid out the leather penis gag, as well as a cloth to also put in my mouth to soak up the saliva, and the leather hood. Then I set about taking care of other chores that needed to get done around the house.

After watching my favorite TV program, I decided it was time to set about getting into position. Jeff wouldn’t be home for several hours yet, but I couldn’t wait to get started. I figured it would help get me in the proper mood to be spread eagled for several hours before he got home.

In thinking about things, I had decided to add another feature. The hood had a buckle at the top. So I hooked up a chain to the headboard after carefully measuring out how long it would need to be to tightly hook up to my hood. If I wasn’t going to be able to move my wrists and ankles, I figured I shouldn’t be able to move my head either.

After taking off my clothes, I first put the humane restraint on each of my ankles and on each of my wrists. Then I put the cloth in my mouth and strapped on the leather penis gag, pulling it as tight as I could. I sat down on the bed, and pulled the end of the chain for my left ankle up near the hook in the humane restraint, putting the padlock through but not closing it. I did the same for my right ankle. With the right ankle, I pulled it as tight as I could, making sure the chain cut down through the mattress, before locking it to the appropriate chain link. Then I removed the left ankle padlock and pulled the chain as tight as I could, again making sure the chain cut down through the mattress, and locked it to the appropriate link.

Next was to position myself for my upper body. I leaned back and pushed down on the bed to have my upper body go as far up the bed as it could. Then I pulled hard on the chain leading from the headboard to try to move even further up. I now put on the hood, pulling the strings tightly at the back, tieing them off, and pulled the neck strap tight and buckled it. I rolled over to my left side to begin to secure my left wrist. This was a little trickier, since I only now had one hand to pull it tighter with. I was able to get it satisfactorily padlocked to a tightly pulled chain.

I now had to attach the chain hook to the hood‘s buckle. I tried stretching my body further up toward the headboard using my free hand to maneuver. Finally I pulled the chain, with a clip at its end, toward the hood and clipped it on. I tried moving my head, and found I could move it some. So I removed the clip from the hood, removed the clip from the link in the chain it was in, and re-clipped it to the next link up in the chain. Then I retried hooking it to the hood. I had to keep moving both the chain from the headboard, pushing down the mattress, while I maneuvered my body some more up toward the clip. It took some time, but finally I got them close enough so that I was able to attach the clip. I tried moving my head, but this time I couldn’t.

I needed to take a little time to rest and recoup my energy before doing the last bit. But I was already enjoying the bondage I was in. After awhile I reached out with my right hand for the chain I was going to attach to the humane restraint hook. By stretching I was able to reach it. The padlock was still in place. I had put this humane restraint on with the hook at the palm so I could use my hand to hook the padlock through the chain, and, with a bit of effort, pulled the chain again tight enough so that it was cutting through the mattress, got the padlock through, and clicked it. I had made this humane restraint a little looser, so that I was able to twist my hand around afterward so that the hook was now at the back of the hand. At last I was in. I could hear and breathe, but I couldn’t see, speak or move.

The next few hours were spent wondering what Jeff would devise for my birthday celebration. My penis was getting hard just thinking about what lay ahead. This anticipation is why I wanted to spend a few hours like this -- the anticipation can be a large part of the fun.

After a few hours I heard Jeff at the front door. He was early, evidently wanting to get home quickly in anticipation for what lay ahead this evening. But he seemed to be fumbling quite a bit to unlock the door. Finally it opened, and after a few minutes the door to the play room opened.

“Well, what have we here?”, a strange voice said.

Uh, oh. Who was this guy? What was he doing in our house? Was this a burglar? That caused a surge of fear to pulse through me, causing my penis to stand up erect. I was in an extremely vulnerable position. I was afraid of what the guy would do to me.

“I think I’m going to have a little fun with this job.”

I heard the guy walking around our play room, picking up and looking at various pieces of our gear. Finally he came over to the bed, reached out to my left tit and put on what had to be an alligator clamp. I let out a scream of pain, which came out as a barely audible “umph”. I heard the guy chuckle, and he put a clamp on my right tit. He evidently had them chained together, because after a couple of minutes of looking at me sweat, he then started pulling them up and down. This, of course, made them hurt even more.

I don’t like these clamps and the pain they cause, and Jeff knows this. He only likes to put them on me as punishment when he thinks I’ve been a bad boy. But they do make my penis erect.

The guy then pulled the clamps up as high as they would go, which caused me further pain, and apparently he tied them in this position to an overhead beam over the bed. Then he tied a string around my erect penis, and pulled this up to tie to an overhead beam as well.

Next he started hitting my balls with something. I had to exercise some self-discipline to keep from throwing up. Each time he would hit me, and see my reaction to it, he would start laughing. This wasn’t at all funny for me.

Next he got out a paddle and started hitting me in the stomach. And he would hit me hard. Finally I felt my stomach starting to sting as it was obviously getting red. After awhile he stopped hitting me and said I needed some time to adjust to my position before he would continue. He also noticed the keys to the locks alongside the bed, and said he’d better keep these in his pocket, since he wouldn’t want me to get out of the locks. I heard him start to wander around the apartment, probably looking to ransack it for what he could get. I was hoping Jeff would get there soon.

While the guy was looking in another room, I heard Jeff at the front door unlocking it. Jeff came into the bedroom, looked at me, and said I’d done a super job of getting set up, and he would quickly change into suitable gear to start having fun with me. I screamed at him that there was a burglar here, but all that came out was “umph”. Jeff laughed, and said to calm down, that he knew I was anxious to get started, but he would soon start having fun with me.

Shortly after Jeff left the room I heard a noise, and some shuffling sounds. Then the strange voice came back, said that he now had two people to play with, apparently picked up some rope from the sound, and went off laughing as he closed the door to the play room. What a birthday celebration this was turning into.

After awhile, the stranger came back to me, fumbled through our gear, and came back over to the bed. He ripped off the alligator clamps, which again caused me to cry out in pain, again coming out as an “umph” through the gag. He also removed the string from my penis. He rubbed for awhile around my tits to give me extra added pain, and then left. I heard him in the freezer. He came back with an ice cube and rubbed it on my erect penis, causing it to deflate.

Then he put my penis in one of our chastity devices. After this was dutifully locked on, I heard him put the key in his pocket with the keys to the other locks. Then he started putting some things under my butt to push me up from the mattress. I was pretty tightly on the mattress, so the effect was probably to push down that part of the mattress more than pushing me up. But he was able to make some space under my butt. With that I felt him start to maneuver a plug into my butt. It was our big one, which sticks out when completely into my butt. With the chastity device on, I didn’t want this one, since it reaches up to my prostate. I was soon going to have a great deal of frustration. But that was what he eventually did. Then the things that separated my butt from the mattress were removed, and I was now sitting on the plug, which pushed it further up to rest near my prostate. I so wanted to get hard, but couldn’t because of the chastity device. I was going to have to keep still.

Next, of course, was for the alligator clamps to be reattached to my sore tits and stretched up to the overhead beam. Again I wanted to get hard, but couldn’t. So there I was stretched out with these various devices on to get me hard, but the chastity device to prevent it, and my stomach sore from the earlier beating. That latter part proved too much of a temptation, because the guy then started caning me on my already raw stomach. With each hit I let out a scream (umph) in pain. After each hit, he would rub the sore area.

Then I heard him go into the kitchen and start preparing dinner. He just helped himself to our food. After awhile, he sat down and ate it. At least I had a respite from the caning, but was still in extreme frustration and pain. After finishing his dinner, he came in and tried to tighten the overhead beam attachments on the tits, checked the butt plug, added something under the butt plug to push it harder into me, went into the living room where Jeff apparently was, and after a couple of minutes there, went back into the kitchen. I heard sounds again, so I figured he must be fixing dessert.

After finishing his dessert, he came back into the play room, rubbed around my tits for awhile, which caused more screaming (umph) from me, and then put his fingers over my nose holes. He kept them there for a couple of minutes until I started twitching from not having any air in my lungs, at which point he removed them until I could get some air back into my lungs. My twitching had pushed the butt plug in a little further, and caused further pain on my tits. I knew I had to keep still, but I couldn’t. Then he did it again for a couple of minutes. And again. And again. I was starting to anticipate this, and prepared as best I could for the expected cutting off of air. Finally he tired of this game, and went into the living room after closing the door to the play room. I figured it was Jeff’s turn to be played with. Interestingly, he turned on the television set. I guess he needed something to drown out Jeff’s sounds. Periodically I would hear some thump sounds, but not much more came through above the sound of the television.

Stretched out like I was, my muscles were starting to get pretty sore. I couldn’t change positions at all. At least I didn’t have to relieve myself. I was glad I had stopped ingesting liquids when I did. But oh, the frustration of not being able to get hard. That damn butt plug was now resting against my prostate.

After what seemed like a couple of hours, the guy turned off the television, came back into the play room, and again started caning my stomach and rubbing the wounds. After several canings, he stopped and put a weightlifter’s belt around my stomach over the wounds, pulling it tight. Then he turned on the bed’s vibrator. Oh, crap! This caused my tit wounds to hurt more, my prostate to get repeatedly touched by the butt plug, and the weightlifter’s belt to rub on my stomach wounds. Oh, the frustration and pain!

After this I heard the guy leave the play room, go into the bedroom, and close the door. I heard him making sounds of turning in for the night and heard our bed squeak from the sound of someone getting on it. I was left like this with the vibrator on for the entire night. I‘ve never known such agony. What a birthday present I was having. I didn’t get any sleep, and had lots of disturbing thoughts about what lay ahead the next day and when, if ever, I would be released, since the guy had the keys to the locks with him. I just hoped Jeff could get loose.

The next morning the guy came into the room and turned off the vibrator. By then I was wasted. I had no energy left. He removed the alligator clamps and unlocked the chastity device. He unlocked my legs from the bed posts and removed the butt plug. He unclipped my hood from the headboard and unlocked my wrists from the bed posts. I was free, but had no energy to fight him. I wondered what he had planned next for me. When he took off my hood and removed the gags I looked up at the guy and got a surprise. It was Jeff! He had a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“I hope you enjoyed your birthday.”

“Oh, Jeff! Thank God you got loose! But what happened? How did you get the keys from that guy? And did he make off with any of our stuff?”

“That was just a friend of mine who I got to come over here to set you up for me. I told him what to do to get you ready. After I came back from work, I had him sound like he knocked me out, tell you he had, and then he quietly left. It was me after that.”

It took me a minute to fully understand. When I did I said, “You bastard! You sure got more than enough payback to last a year! I can’t wait for your birthday to give you a suitable present in return!”

With that, Jeff just laughed and started fixing his breakfast.


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