Birthday Boy

You never know what’s going to happen when you meet a new guy. For instance, Cole and I first met in college and became buddies. We both liked to wrestle, but neither of us was good enough to get onto a wrestling team. So we horsed around with each other whenever we got the chance. Cole almost always made me submit to him, but that didn’t matter: I loved it. He also did better than me in college and got a degree in both health and pharmacology. It turned out that I pursued a different goal entirely—Cole himself! After college we continued to see each other a lot, probably because gay dudes like to hang together. He and I wrestled regularly, usually wearing jockstraps or nothing at all. We also got involved in exploring bondage scenarios. He, of course, was the dominant one and I naturally became his willing slaveboy.

During one of our wrestling matches, Cole caught me in a sleeper hold—a favorite of his. I really struggled to get out of it, because the death-like effect of that hold always makes me a little nervous. It slowly robs you of strength, of awareness, then everything goes black. Cole knew I didn’t like the hold, but he reassured me by kissing me on the side of my head while he applied it. “When you wake up, if you’re a good boy, I’ll play with your cock for a while,” he promised. I liked the idea and smiled as my arms went limp and he put my lights out.

I awoke on my back, but now chained to the floor in an eagle-spread. Only a single light cut through the darkness of the room. The weak, narrow beam came from the ceiling and focused on my fully extended cock. When Cole reappeared he now wore a leather thong and a studded harness. He always looks sexy when he wears that stuff.

But in one hand Cole held a doctor’s hypodermic needle, whose base contained a clear liquid of some kind. He saw a worried look on my face,

“I mixed this up myself for your birthday. I created it just for you, boy.” Cole put a hand on my upper thigh and rubbed it slowly. “This won’t hurt you, I guarantee it. But the injection will be scary.”

As a result, Cole tied a blindfold over my eyes so I wouldn’t get all crazy if I watched. Then he started to jack me off. “The harder your cock gets, the better.”

Every time Cole touches me, I get hard real fast, so he didn’t have to worry. The next thing I felt was the needle pricking the lowest part of my cock, just above my balls. I froze in fear as I felt the needle slowly sliding into it. I gasped and gritted my teeth.

“Good boy,” said Cole, gently patting my thigh. “This will take a couple of minutes, so just relax.”

“But sir, I never got a shot in my rod before!” I said in a state of fright.

“Yeah, I know. It’s unnerving. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, sir. But what will this do to me?”

“It should make your cock feel real good for a long time—far longer than usual.”

I could feel the fluid flowing into my cock. It didn’t hurt but it was the wildest thing imaginable. Cole kept his hand on my thigh to reassure me. His hand felt wonderful.

A few minutes later, Cole pulled the needle out and wiped my cock with something that felt very icy. I sighed from the pleasure of it.

“Now we wait a few moments for your birthday present to take effect.”

My cock remained completely rigid, although nothing touched it. Cole spent the minutes feeling and stroking the muscles of my inner thighs—something that he liked to do every day.

“How long will this take, sir?”

“I think you’re almost there, boy.”

I didn’t know what he meant by saying I was “almost there,” but my cock sure felt awesome. Cole removed the blindfold. My cock looked like it always did, only maybe stiffer and wider than before. My balls also felt great and tight.

Cole leaned forward and studied my balls and cock at close range with his eyes. He blew a quick breath of air across the cock head, which felt super good. Cole grinned as he watched a big drop of cum emerge from the head.

“You’re ready, boy.” Cole captured my cock with a hand and held it firmly. I groaned in pleasure—so much pleasure that my cock immediately exploded in many long squirts of cum.

After a few seconds, Cole released my cock and watched it swing upward many times, trying to fire more sperm.

“How did it feel, boy?”

“Wonderful, sir!”

Cole held the cock in his hand once more, squeezing it only moderately. My cock instantly fired off again.

“Shit!” I gasped. “That one hit me harder, sir!”

Cole smiled, again watching my cock closely. He waited a moment, then grasped my cock with only two fingers, like he would do when pissing into a urinal. I groaned louder, feeling new cum shoot up my rod.

Cole grinned again and let go of my cock. “This formula is going to work really well!”

Three orgasms in only one minute felt fantastic, but they also accelerated my breathing. My chest heaved. I could hardly talk. “Sir….Sir… How many times you gonna make me cum?”

“We’re going to find that out, boy! You like torture, so get ready for more!”

Cole grabbed my cock with both hands. And like before, my pleasure suddenly spiked again, and the juice shot up like I hadn’t cum in a week. I gasped for breath. My heart raced. My head lifted off the floor again and again as I strained from the pleasure.

Cole let me settle down, while he called a buddy on his phone. “Hey Ace. Get over here……yeah, right now…..I hope your cell is fully charged!”

My stud-master put his phone down and brought his mouth close to my cock. “I’m gonna see if your cum tastes different than it used to.”

Cole took my cock in his mouth and closed his eyes. I yelled as pleasure gripped it. The stud groaned as he swallowed every spurt that I gave him. I writhed in so much pleasure that I nearly broke the chains that kept me on my back.

“Big loads, boy! They taste sweeter than usual.” He sat back and watched me struggle in the aftermath of the pleasure’s power. “I could definitely become addicted to your new juice!”

As Cole brought his mouth over the cockhead again, I begged him to give me a time-out.

“Sorry, boy. You’re too good to resist!”

When I felt Cole’s warm mouth around my cock again, pleasure blocked out everything else for me. My body tightened. Cum tore up through my sex tube once more. I screamed as it blasted out of my rod and against the back of his throat. Cole groaned, swallowing everything I gave him.

After my orgasm, Cole wiped his mouth with a hand and stared at my tall sex pole. Luckily, I heard Ace knocking on the upstairs door. Cole bounded up to let him in.

When he entered the dungeon, Ace smiled when he saw me strapped to the floor. “Need some help with him, buddy?”

“No,” answered Cole. “He’s doing great! Much better than I expected. A few minutes ago I injected some potent chemical aphrodisiacs into his hard penis and it makes him cum over and over. He’s already cum five or six times.”

“No shit?” I hope you’re gonna patent that mixture!”

“Take out your cell. I think I should document this,” suggested Cole. “I want you to make some videos of him shooting off, so I can post them.”

“Sure, I can do that,” said Ace, rubbing his jean-bulge. “This is gonna be fun!” He stripped off all his clothes to get himself in the mood.

“Watch what happens when I take hold of his cock.” said Cole.

As soon as I felt Cole’s hand on my rod, it exploded only a few seconds later.

“Damn!” said Ace. “That’s amazing shit!”

They both watched my cock spit out its juice—right to the end. I gasped and groaned as my rod jumped up many more times trying to fire semen that wasn’t there.

As soon as my cock settled down, Cole described the next segment he wanted recorded. “Get a close-up of his cock flexing while it shoots inside my mouth. I’m gonna swallow every load he gives me.”

Ace stretched out his naked body on his stomach and held his phone close to my cock.

“You ready?” asked Cole. “He cums real fast!”

Cole lowered his mouth to my cockhead and put his lips around it. My muscles tightened. Hot cum raced through my rod almost immediately and fired into Cole’s mouth. He held me steady as Ace recorded my rod moving slightly every time it pumped my juice down his throat. Ace also had the front of my neck in the image, showing me swallowing many big mouthfuls as I unloaded my juice into him.

I had become weak and exhausted from all of my orgasms. I could hardly breathe. But that wasn’t the end. Next, Cole wanted to see if I came as fast when he squeezed my nuts. Ace got his cell ready as Cole held an open hand near my balls. When he grabbed my nuts I couldn’t avoid screaming—not because of the force he used, but because it felt so fucking good! My cum fired onto my chest in huge shots that almost covered my whole chest. Before he released the balls Cole shook them for a moment. That caused me even greater pleasure.

“Please stop, sir!” I begged. “I need to rest!”

“I’m not sure how long my ‘elixir’ will stay active,” replied Cole. “You can rest after it wears off, boy.”

“No more! Please, sir!”

“You’re tough. Show me that!” said Cole. He turned to Ace. “You all set?”

“Whenever you are.”

Cole then lightly tickled my stiff cum hole with a finger. I squirmed and yelled as though Cole had unleashed a cum-raising, power squeeze on it. My body instantly stiffened again. Then a new series of explosions blasted out of my cock. I don’t know how many squirts fired from my cock, but they all looked like long streams, rather than quick spurts. Each emission felt like it drained me completely, but more emissions followed. I sure gasped and groaned, overwhelmed by indescribably wonderful sensations. But after that orgasm, I suddenly seemed weighed down with a fatigue that swept throughout my entire body.

“Did you get it OK?” Cole asked Ace.

“Yeah. Here, look,” answered Ace, giving him the cell.

“Hey, very hot,” said Cole as he watched the video of my shots.

“Yeah,” said Ace. “Too good to pass up!”

Then Ace suddenly lunged at me, reaching for my cock. But Cole threw himself into Ace and blocked the attack. “He’s MY boy, not yours!”

Ace looked surprised. “Hey, now he’s got enough cum for both of us—and for anyone else who wants it!”

Cole looked at Ace’s upright cock. “Don’t argue with me, man. Maybe you need to taught a lesson!”

I watched Cole flatten Ace’s back to the mat and then easily restrain him in a cross-body scissors. It was a very tight and painful one. I know because Cole gets me in one a lot. He’s very good at it. His legs are lethal. You can’t really take deep breaths, so your chances of escape amount to nothing. Because of that, it didn’t surprise me that Ace started to panic right away when those legs clamped into his gut. Ace’s super-thin body was no challenge at all for Cole. I almost felt sorry for the guy as I watched him suffer. On the other hand, watching the two gave me a break from getting drained so much!

I could tell that Cole was having a good time conquering his victim. He spaced out his most devastating leg crushes every three or four minutes, prolonging Ace’s agony. Ace constantly begged him to stop, but that only encouraged Cole to keep up the torture.

Even worse, Cole taunted Ace by whispering things in his ear while he made the guy scream. I couldn’t hear the words clearly, but I knew what Cole liked to whisper in my ear when he had me in that hold: “Are you a little boy or a man? … Little boys beg and cry when they’re trapped…. Men can take pain anywhere on their body…. They learn to accept it ….. Men never give up….”

Unfortunately, Ace’s his cock stood tall, seeming to defy Cole’s scissor torture better than Ace himself. Cole reached a hand behind his thigh and took hold of it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your cum. Show me and my boy how you shoot!”

After hearing that, Ace made a fierce attempt to force his way out of the scissors. But like all of his other attempts, it failed. Cole proceeded to work on the cock with a slow but effective handjob that drove Ace crazy with both dread and desire. He pounded a fist on Cole’s thigh many times, he shouted, he begged. But Ace knew that Cole would succeed with his cock, just like he had succeeded with his body scissors. Ace stopped resisting and waited for his cock’s submission.

He didn’t have to wait very long. Ace’s groans of pleasure soon became louder. His cock tightened up, and at last gave Cole what he wanted—a bunch of heavy, long blasts. The first one flew over Cole’s thigh and struck Ace’s chest. The other shots hit the thigh directly. Cole looked impressed and gave the cock a few pulls of admiration. But he didn’t release his continuing scissor-hold. Instead, he locked both arms around Ace’s neck and into a tight sleeper/choke.

Ace looked stunned. At first he tried to weakly pull Cole’s arms away from his throat. But Cole had his arms locked in. Ace struggled for several minutes, finding himself unable to do anything to save himself. His eyes looked strange, dreamy. In the next minute, I saw his eyelids try to close several times. Finally they remained closed. I loved watching his body gradually submit to Cole. The victim gently stroked Cole’s powerful arms as sleep slowly overcame him. Ace rested his hands on Cole’s muscular arms. Yet a few moments later, he could not even maintain that. Ace’s hands finally fell to the mat, leaving his body sperm- drained, limp and totally defeated.

Cole grinned and kissed the guy on the side of his head. “You lasted longer than I thought you would.” He kept his scissors and choke on Ace until he kissed the guy once more. After that, he released his choke and scissor holds, leaving Ace asleep on his back. Cole stood up and towered over Ace. His naked physique looked magnificent—especially his tall, upright phallus.

“Now, boy, to finish our fun,” said Cole, straddling my body as he faced my feet. He dropped down onto his knees, then stretched out on me resting his head on my stomach and his lower legs on each side of my head. Next, Cole secured my head in a tight leg-squeeze. He took my cock in his mouth. As before, my body froze. My cum rose through my cock—but not with the same speed as it had earlier. Still, the pleasure hit me like a knockout in a boxing match.

When I woke up, I didn’t know how long I’d slept. I opened my eyes to find myself still naked in the dungeon on my back, but lying on one of the mattresses there, no longer with restraints on my ankles or wrists. I was happy to see Cole lying next to me, still naked. He was on his side, facing me. He put a hand on my chest.

“How do you feel, boy?”

“Very groggy, sir.”

Cole ran his hand across my chest several times. “I think you broke an orgasm record yesterday!”

“Yesterday? What happened after I fell asleep?”

Cole proceeded to tell me some of the details as he stroked my chest. “Ace came out of my sleeper hold and apologized for acting like a fool. He seemed sincere. He took another video of your twitching cock as you slept. I took a chance and let him suck my cock. I came right away. He really got into swallowing my big loads. When my cum stopped shooting, Ace kept at my cock with his tongue until I shot off again. After that I didn’t have the strength to wrestle him down. I think he got me again, maybe several more times. I don’t know for sure—I got very sleepy, like you!”

I put my hand on his arm as it massaged my chest.

“When I awakened Ace had left. I crawled onto the mattress with you and fell asleep once more. The guy had really drained me! I think he believed that my chemical concoction would always keep him hard. By now he’s probably figured out that it has a very short duration!”

“He’ll probably come back asking for more,” I said.

“Maybe,” said Cole. But I don’t think I’ll mix any more of it—unless you and I want to celebrate a birthday!”

I stroked Cole’s leg. “That’s fine with me, sir.”

“Anyway, some things are better when done slowly,” said Cole.

I put my hand around Cole’s sack. I took time to feel and massage each stiff ball, making him groan in pleasure.

I sat up and gently pushed his back onto the mattress. Then I took his cock into my mouth. I didn’t try to suck him off. I just had fun feeling my tongue pressed against that warm muscle.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered, letting his leg stretch out as it sank to the mattress. That was signal to me that he had already partially submitted to my

Cole lay completely quiet, not anxious to fuck my mouth. “Let’s see how long we can make this last.”

I moaned my agreement with him. Neither of us moved at all. We stayed locked together, savoring the feel of each other’s sexiness. Cole’s cock stayed totally hard in my mouth. Occasionally the rod would flex for me, just to let me know that it still loved the warmth of my mouth. Cole pulled my body closer to him.

I knew that Cole didn’t want to cum right away, and I intended to follow his wishes. After all, as his slave, that’s my job. But right now, I was in control. I could make him shoot whenever I felt like doing so—I could rub my tongue against his tight cock or his cum hole and that would quickly get him good. So, in this case, who is really the master and who is the slave?

I could sometimes feel a narrow ribbon of pre-cum leak out of his cock and onto my tongue. The silky fluid greatly tempted me to spread it around his shaft. But doing that would make him cum. So I let the pre-cum accumulate until I had enough to swallow. When I did swallow, Cole seemed to know that.

“Oh yes,” he whispered. “Take me drop-by-drop. Happy birthday, boy!”

(end)