Today was my birthday Part 1

Author: ianlt
Title: TODAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY
Date: 15 June 2015

TODAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY

The day began as a regular day, the same as most days over the last year since I moved here with Robert. I had gotten up a little later than usual, eaten and done the workout Robert had scheduled for me today. I had showered and lay down on the massage table. Robert was going to give me a massage. We had gotten into the habit of playing a game of putting a cock and ball harness on me, pulling my cock and balls through the small hole on the table designed just for that purpose and roping them off under the table. There was no way that I could get myself loose. Then during a massage, he could elude my grasp when he playfully slapped my ass. Robert had fixed me down and then said that he just had to go get some special massage oil. He had to run into town and would be back soon. Yeah, right. It was an hour round trip from the closest town to our place in the foothills between Silicon Valley and Santa Cruz. But I was comfortable he had done this before when he though I needed some more “down time”. It was a lovely already warm, relaxing day.
I thought about how my life had changed in the last year. A year ago, I was living in a small apartment, working as a programmer hacking away, for countless hours, absorbed solely in software. Besides my work, in my free time, I had developed a prototype for a program that would allow totally secure, totally private communication on the internet. I knew enough to know that it was a valuable product. Rather than turning over the program to my supervisor, I made an appointment to see a software patent attorney.
That is how I met Robert. He exuded power. He was compact and sturdy, solid muscle sculpting his expensive suit. For the first time in ages, I felt ashamed of myself. I had been a major jock in elementary school but after I discovered computer games, I spent all free waking hours, at a computer playing and scarfing down junk food. I had no interest in girls, now I understand why. By the time college was over, I was the classic geek. A huge geek that is! I was 6’ 5” and weighed 310 lbs. When I made my appointment with Robert, I had a scraggly beard and long unkempt hair, a polo shirt half tucked in, dirty sweat pants, white socks and black cheap shoes. He was authoritative, in control, and immediately grasped the value of my product. He praised me and I found myself wanting to please him.
My next appointment with Robert was for lunch at his healthclub. I felt a need to please him, for him to like me, so I washed my hair, and bought some new pants. When I arrived at the club, I was directed to a racquetball court and watched Robert, his body bulging with muscles decimate an opponent. As he met me, he invited me to take a sauna with him. I was too embarrassed of my flab, drooping belly, and fat thighs. I declined in shame and envy, and admiration, and I realized desire.
In any event, over the next few meeting, my contract with the company I worked for was evaluated, I turned in the my company time work as the contract required, which had some relevance to the product, but which was incomplete and useless without me, Robert created a new company, He funded the startup. I finished the software, it went public and now I’m worth $120 million dollars.
And along the way, I asked Robert to take me underhand and shape me up. Now I weigh 210lbs and have less than 10% body fat. I’m tanned, have a great haircut, trimmed beard, and good clothes. I have a beautiful house on acres of land in the foothills, am learning about art and literature and music, the things I missed in my education. And I discovered love in all its forms. I’m in love with Robert and he with me, his Pygmalion. He is my mentor, my coach, and my teacher. He runs my company and I do the software development. Sexually we are going really slow. Robert likes “leather” and it makes me nervous. He plays with other guys. When we have sex Robert ties my cock and balls, which I like, he jerks me off and masturbates over me. He handcuffs me when he does it. And I like it but this is all new to me, spending all my time since puberty ignoring sexual urges while playing with a computer.
I heard the door open. Robert must have turned around since he couldn’t have finished his errand already. I called out some sort of snide comment, twisting my body around as best I could with my cock and balls tied down.
Instead of Robert I saw three guys, rough looking guys, each in leather jacket, chaps, and boots. Two had police caps pulled down over their eyes, and the third had a black bandana tied around his head.
“Well, look here.” The guy with the beard sneered, “Look what Robert left us.”
I yelled, my voice cracking a bit, something like what do you want, and who are you.
And the bearded guy quickly realizes by the way I twisting around, sort of flailing, that I’m tied down, so he saunters over and peers under the table, avoiding my hands, and gives a hard squeeze to my balls till I cry out.
“He isn’t going anywhere,” the bearded one smirks.
By now I yelling as loud as I can. I’m angry, confused and really frightened. I’m trying to kick them away, and grab them or push them away.
“Shit, you’re noisy.” The bearded one said, “Let’s shut him up, so I can think. Get the rope out of the bag.”
The guy with the goatee pulls some rope out of the bag and the clean-shaven smooth guy and the bearded guy grab a leg and they are roped together. Then two of them wrestle my arms behind my back and my wrists are cuffed. I’m still yelling, crying, pleading. The bearded guy, obviously the leader, climbs on my back and loops a rope round my head. He puts it in my mouth and yanks hard. My head is pulled back and the rope digs deeply into my mouth. Pulling my head back hard, he loops the rope several times around my head and through my mouth, till my mouth is full of rope and pried open. He ties the end to the chain of the handcuff, giving a hard yank so my arms are nearly dislocated and my head is pulled off the table.
“Good, now we can have some peace and quiet.” The bearded guy said.
“So what are we going to do with him?” asked the goatee guy.
“Well now, Robert lost that big bet with us last week and, as I recall, he agreed to let us do whatever we wanted to him if he lost. A big Top like him. Would have been fun to pull him down a peg or so, but maybe what we will do to him is entertain his precious little boy that he has kept hidden away from the likes of us.”
“Fuck yes!” said the smooth guy; “This guy is a real prize. Let’s take him. That would really piss Robert off. I heard him tell someone that his boy was a virgin and his ‘sexual awakening’ was going to come along slowly”
“God, a virgin, what a novelty, this is great! Yeah forget Robert; let’s play with him. He’ll go ballistic when he finds his secret prize taken by scum like us. We couldn’t do anything more evil to Robert than this.” said the goatee.
The bearded guy said that they really couldn’t kidnap me, but they couls sure borrow me for a while, just for the day. They could keep themselves entertained and when they got bored, they would call Robert and tell him where I was. Bearded wrote a note to that effect. But it was time to go if they wanted to be gone before Robert got back.
The smooth guy climbs under the table. And he discovers that my cock is hard. He puts his mouth around my cock and sucks on it a bit. I’m groaning and I’m quite surprised. This turns me on. How could I be? I suppose because these guys are Robert’s friends or at least acquaintances and they said they would give me back, and the black leather looks really good on them.
My pleasure is abruptly ended with a belt strap across my butt, ten of them. I’m choking through the gag as I try to squirm away. When the strapping stops they untie my cock and ball harness and loosen the rope between my mouth and wrists. I’m stood up and I’m drug outside and dumped in the bed of a pickup truck. A rope is put around my neck and tied to a side of the truck bed. My knees are tied to the same side of the truck and a rope around my ankles and waist tied to the opposite side. I’m lying on my side and effectively unable to move. A black tarp is thrown over me. I hear them climbing into the cab and the truck starts down the mountain.
As we head down the driveway, several thoughts run through my mind. God, I wish I had the driveway paved as each bump jolts my nude body scrapping the truck bed. I chuckle through the gag to discover that I can turn men on. Thank you Robert for the workouts. I’m not really terrified although maybe I ought to be, because the bearded one said they were borrowing me and I suppose that meant that I wouldn’t be damaged. Besides, they are friends of Robert. And I’m amazed to discover how hard my cock is. God, I must really be enjoying this. Robert would be so pleased.
I can tell when we turn off the driveway onto the road. I recognize the roads and can identify the turn onto the freeway. God, it is hot in the sun under the black tarp.
I have no idea where we get off the freeway. And eventually we come to a stop, the tarp removed, and the smooth guy climbs up and unropes me from the truck bed. The goatee climbs up, my legs are untied and they heft me out of the truck onto my feet. My head is still pulled up to the sky by the rope between my hands and gag. But with effort I can get a look around and see that I’m in an auto salvage yard. I may tower over them, but they are strong and attractive in a dangerous way. I’m going to go nowhere, nude, barefoot, and tied. Besides, my cock is still fully erect.
The bearded one runs his hands over my torso, and flicks my cock. “You’re having a good time, I see.” He says.