Birthday Boy

'Come on, Ross,' Debra said, leading him back up the stairs, 'I'll unlock your handcuffs so you can get dressed. We have a cake for the birthday boy to cut.' Debra fought to keep a smile off her face as she saw another tear roll down Ross's face. 'Come on birthday boy, you can thank me later in a special way for bringing your birthday fantasy true. I suspect,' she said coldly, 'you'll be thanking me quite a lot during the next twelve months.'

End Part 1 of 121 Parts of Birthday Boy by Carmenica Diaz

Raising the electric shaver and clicking it on, Debra smiled coldly. 'This is also an opportunity to remove that ridiculous moustache you insist on trying to grow. Hold still.' Ross screamed a meaningless protest that she ignored. 'The gag pushes your lip up wonderfully so it will be gone in a jiffy.'

Gripping his hair firmly with one hand to keep his head still, the shaver whirred and Ross felt his precious moustache vanish. 'Much better,' Debra said with satisfaction, surveying her work. 'With your bald groin and no facial hair, you'll be just like a little boy again. Will that be humiliating enough, darling? I hope so, I can't think of anything else.'

Debra crossed her legs and adjusted her black skirt as she smiled at him and Ross felt that life, as he knew it, was vanishing. Something had changed with Debra and he hadn't noticed. His wife, dressed for a simple dinner party in skirt, blouse, hose and high heels, pearls at her throat and matching earrings, was smiling calmly as she continued on her diabolical path.

After cleaning him, carefully avoiding his stiff cock, Debra snapped a cock strap around the base of it and then rolled four condoms down in quick succession. 

'I think we should have one last ceremonious fuck before your twelve months,' she smiled. 'Not that it will be my last fuck for a year but this will be the last time I'll have your cock inside me. This is your fantasy not mine so I'll just have to go elsewhere. I'll just have to make do with some young men while you're enjoying your fantasy year. So this will, of course, be your last fuck for twelve months.'

Suddenly, she blindfolded him and he heard the rustle of clothing. 'I'm not wearing panties, darling, just stay-up nylons under my skirt. I believe that was one of your earlier and tamer fantasies?'

In his sudden darkness, Ross felt the bed move and his wife's flesh came in contact with his. She began moving but didn't feel any enjoyable sensation! Debra was riding him, her cunt sliding up and down his deadened cock and he couldn't feel it! His last fuck for a year and he couldn't feel it!

After being pounded into the mattress for what seemed an eternity, Ross heard her groan, then cry out in an orgasmic tone or, so he guessed, and collapsed for a moment, then disengaged with a wet plop! 

Debra left him alone for a while and his mind raced, his cock pulsing in its condom layers. She couldn't do it, he reasoned, she's just teasing me, it's a game, and she's playing with my mind!

Ross felt something being buckled around his neck and when the blindfold was removed, saw a wide black leather collar padlocked around his throat and a leash hanging from one of the collar rings. Where did she get this stuff? Who has she been talking to? Again, Ross tried to talk but the gag effectively reduced his pleas to incoherent gurgles.

Rattling the handcuffs against the bed-head to gain her attention, Ross shrieked and unintelligibly begged through the gag and Debra laughed softly. 'Calm down, darling, it will happen so don't fret. I know you're excited, you've wanted this for a long time and I'm pleased to give it to you for your birthday. Of course, I'll have to make some sacrifices but that's what wives do, isn't it darling? It's what I seem to do, anyway,' she muttered.

And then she brightened up, grinning almost as she peeled the condoms from his red and straining cock. 'I hope you can last until your appearance in front of my friends,' Debra said with mock concern as she undid the cock strap. 'It would be terrible if you came here without enjoying your humiliation and my friends are so looking forward to your performance.'

Debra smiled brightly at him. 'Now, I have to get your hands cuffed behind your back and I'm sure you're going to co-operate because you do want this fantasy, I can tell by your hard cock. I can tell this is a wish come true for you, isn't it, darling?'

No way, Ross screamed silently, once you undo my hands, I'm stopping this crazy scene! He rattled the handcuffs again and jerked around on the bed, screaming into the gag.

Debra looked at him thoughtfully and, Ross suspected, a little mockingly. 'Hang on a minute; you did say that you wanted to be forced so perhaps I should play along? I'll pretend to force you, all right, darling? That's what you want, isn't it?'

She rummaged in her handbag and produced a small glass vial that was held under Ross's nose. 'Luckily, Lara is a nurse.' Debra cracked the small glass vial and Ross inadvertently took a deep breath, collapsing into unconsciousness.

When Ross groggily awoke, he found, much to his horror that his wrists were handcuffed behind his back and had shackles connected by a chain on his ankles. He was also on the floor and the leash was locked to the bed. She must have rolled me onto the carpet, he thought wildly, his side tingling with carpet burns, she just rolled me off! No, she can't be doing this, the crazy bitch! She can't go through with this, he tried to calm himself, she can't!

Ross heard noises downstairs, the doorbell rang a few times and there were voices. Music was filtering up the stairs and he dully recognised the music from Grease, such innocent songs while his wife was about to perform a diabolical thing upon his person!

He hung his head, his heart was pounding and he felt sick to his stomach. Ross couldn't believe this was happening, that Debra was making a cruel fantasy come true and he turned his sad face away from the mirror where the reflection mockingly showed a cock that continued to stay hard.

It was then he realised, she was really going to do it!

Debra poured champagne for Lara and then raised her own glass in an ironic toast. 'Here's to chastity.'

'Are you really going through with this?'

'Of course,' Debra smiled, 'he wanted it, begged for it and now he's getting what he wished for. It will be a relief that I won't have to play those stupid games with him. I can't remember the last time we kissed or made love properly. I can do without the sex, god knows, it's not all it's cracked up to be.'

'Won't you feel bad about it after a while,' Lara suggested, 'I mean, if I put Reggie into...'

'Reggie hasn't cheated on you,' Debra calmly reminded Lara. 'What would you do if he had?'

'I'd castrate him,' Lara said calmly, 'I am a nurse,' and they both dissolved into giggles. 'Are you really going to keep him in it for twelve months?'

'Absolutely but I may let him out on special occasions and we can watch him have a quick wank. It should be fun.'

Lara shook her head admiringly and sipped the champagne. 'I suppose he deserves it.'

Danni joined them and asked, 'deserves what?'

'Ross deserves what's in store for him,' Lara explained.

'I can't wait,' Danni said cheerily. 'Are we waiting for anyone else or can we get started?'

'Sharon,' Debra said with a knowing smile.

And the other two women grinned. 'Does she know?' Danni asked.

Debra shook her head. 'No, she doesn't and she doesn't know that I know either!'

'She's got a nerve coming here when she had it off with your husband,' Danni said hotly.

'Yes, she should realise that people talk and they were seen. But,' Debra repeated patiently, 'she doesn't know that I know.'

'She's in for a surprise,' Danni giggled.

'Here's to your next twelve months,' Lara said with a cheeky grin, rasing her glass, 'May you find some dishy young men...'

'Sweetie, I've already begun looking.'

The three women giggled just as the doorbell rang, Debra winked and said, 'Showtime,' as Olivia and John sang of Summer Love.

Sharon nervously stood at the door, listening to the music and female laughter and wondered for the umpteenth time why Debra had invited her. She can't know, Sharon reassured herself, she just couldn't.

Once again, she regretted having that stupid one night stand with Ross, a work colleague. It was such a tired cliché! They had been on a conference, the wine began to flow and before she knew it, Ross was kissing her. 

His kisses had felt rather soft and sweet but maybe that was the wine. Anyway, one thing led to another and Sharon regretted it ever since, especially since the sex had been pretty wretched. It was especially pathetic when, the next morning, he had pretended not to remember anything! That, Sharon thought, was incredibly insulting and so typical of a man! To make things worse, Ross had been seen leaving her hotel room and she had been plagued with worry since.

'Sharon,' Debra greeted her, 'how good of you to come.'

'How good of you to invite me.'

They air-kissed and Sharon followed Debra in, smiling nervously and nodding to the other women who were drinking and talking. Taking a champagne glass from Danni, Sharon watched as the other women began arranging chairs in theatre style.

'What's happening?' Sharon asked.

'Just a little performance, why don't you sit with Danni and Lara?'

Ross looked up with sad eyes as Debra entered the bedroom. 'Time to go, Ross.'

He shook his head and tried to talk, drool dripping from around the gag. Please, he wanted to beg, please don't do this to me! Please!

'It must be terribly exciting for you, now that your dreams are becoming reality,' Debra said, unlocking the leash. 'I was a little shocked when you confessed you wanted your last orgasm to be in front of my girlfriends but, it is, after all, your birthday fantasy so I've arranged it for you. It's quite a crowd.'

Ross's face was pale and he shook his head desperately, over and over again.

'Don't think they've all come to see you, though, they've all seen a man wanked before. I suppose, usually, they do the wanking and we all know that it's, frankly, not much. No, they're here for the wine and the chocolate cake. Any excuse for chocolate cake. Come on, darling, time for fun, time to get your birthday gift, birthday boy.'

Ross shook his head again and Debra smiled. 'Of course,' she said as if she had suddenly realised, 'you still want to pretend I'm forcing you. It's part of the fun for you, isn't it? Debra said, jerking hard on the leash but Ross leaned back, refusing to budge, frantically digging his bare feet into the grey carpet.

'So you want me to really force you?' Debra dramatically rolled her eyes. 'You must, I suppose, your cock is still hard.'

Ross looked down and to his horror saw that he was.

'I suppose I have to pretend to be dominant again,' she said with a small sigh. 'Look what Danni got for me,' Debra grinned and showed him a small grey object shaped like a pistol with metal points at the end of the muzzle. 'It gives an electric shock.' Calmly and to Ross's horror she pressed the metal points against his flesh and squeezed the trigger.

Ross yelped into the gag and jerked around hysterically as the painful charge flowed through him. 'Now, if you really want me to make you, I could put it against that hard cock?' Debra asked sweetly, waving the gun and Ross struggled to his feet, shaking his head feverishly.

'Good boy.' Debra smiled and Ross tried one last time to make her understand that he didn't want this humiliation or the chastity belt but the bloody gag blocked the words.

'They're waiting,' Debra said cheerfully and Ross cringed at those words but followed her when she jerked the leash. 'Be careful going down the stairs, darling, take baby steps. I'll take this,' she said showing the stun gun, 'in case you want me to pretend to force you again. Am I being dominant enough, darling?'

His face was burning as his wife led him down and the conversation stopped abruptly when she led him in. Ross stared miserably at the floor, standing naked before the grinning women. Sharon was not grinning and sat between Danni and Lara with a horrified expression. Ross's cock had a mind of its own, would not go down and bobbed in front of him under the living room down lights.

Debra was now taller because she was wearing high-heels and he was bare-foot and, of course, stark naked. 'Didn't he have a moustache?' Danni whispered to Lara across Sharon.

'Not any more,' Lara smiled, 'he's lost a bit of hair, hasn't he?' They giggled while Sharon stared open mouthed and horrified at the scene before her.