Ian's Birthday Presents

The hubby’s 27th Birthday was a few days ago.  I asked him weeks ago what he wanted and he said “Just a quiet evening at home.  No party.  Just you and me and some alone time.”

Well, I convinced him to stay home from work so that we could really have some of that “alone time” while T.J. was at school.  He didn’t put up much of a fuss so I knew that he really didn’t want to go in anyway.

I let him sleep in, saw T.J. off to school and took Buster for a walk.  When I got back with Buster, I checked to see if Ian was still sleeping then went to the kitchen to make breakfast; scrambled eggs, sausages, a fruit cup, a toasted English muffin with butter and a large mug of tea.  I set it all on a tray and took it up to the bedroom to serve it to him in bed, letting Buster do the honors of waking him up with a sloppy kiss.

After breakfast, the morning went quietly.  I did a load of laundry while Ian watched some TV.  Once the laundry was done, folded and put away I went into the living room where Ian was sprawled on the couch in his ratty gym shorts, the ones that are so loose he’s always flopping out of them.  I told him it was time for me to give him one of his presents, but he had to come downstairs to get it.  That got his attention.  He turned off the TV and followed me down to the basement.  As I unlocked the play room, Ian stripped off his shorts then immediately went inside to the two lally columns in the center of the room.  That’s when he saw the workout bench off to the side.

After securing Ian to the columns and blindfolding him, I took out the electric razor.  Ian has a fair amount of chest and belly hair, not to mention his pubes, and it all had to go for what I had in mind.  When I was done with the electric, I got to work with the hand razor, smearing warm shaving cream everywhere the offending stubble remained.  On a whim, I also shaved Ian’s ass, making him as smooth as a baby’s bottom.  When I was done shaving him and wiping the excess off with a damp cloth, Ian’s denuded cock was jutting out, stiff and swollen, looking larger than it had in quite some time.  

This was going to be fun.

I left Ian alone for a few moments as I rummaged through the boxes on the shelves where we keep all our playroom supplies.  Just when I thought we had mislaid what I was looking for, I found them; a large box of wooden, clamp-style clothespins and some candles.  I put the box next to the workout bench and went back to Ian.  Leaving the blindfold on, I untied Ian from the columns but left the restraints on him.  I grabbed him by his freshly-shaved balls and he jumped.  I led him to the bench by his balls, told him to sit then gently pushed him back and resecured his restraints so that he could not move more an a few centimeters in any direction. 

I went back to the shelves, grabbed a few things and a tube of lube.  After slathering his ass with the slippery liquid, I played a little with his ass, first by manually stretching his hole and finger-fucking him.  I soon tired of that and reached for one of the dildos I got from the shelf.  I applied some lube to it and began working it against his loosened hold.  After a moment it slipped in easily and I realized it was too small.  I reached over and grabbed the thickest one I had taken off the shelf. It was nearly as wide as my fist and covered with a series of bumps and ridges.  The business end was tapered like a blunt arrowhead for easier insertion and without much ceremony I began the assault on Ian’s ass.  He was moaning and writhing in pleasure as the monster dildo went further and further inside him.  That’s when I flipped the switch on the dildo and turned it on.  Ian moaned even louder and his hard cock strained to get even harder.  Its head turning a gleaming purplish-red.

He was ready.

I left the vibrating dildo in place, confident that it would not slip out.

“This is the pleasure,” I whispered lovingly in his ear.  “Are you ready now for the pain?”

He nodded quickly and grinned.  “Yeah, baby,” he whispered hoarsely.  “Bring it.”

“And the safe word?”

“Vanilla.”

“Good boy.”  I kissed him then reached for a clothespin, grabbed a little flesh from his chest and shut the clothespin on it.  He sucked in his lower lip and made a small sound that was a cross between a moan and muffled yelp.  I added another clothespin next to the first.  The sound got a little louder and the muscles in his arms, legs and belly tightened against the pain.

Sweat was dripping down Ian’s face and sides and pooling in his navel by the time I closed the thirtieth clothespin on my love’s beautiful flesh.  For the thirty-first clothespin, I moved down to Ian’s balls.  He was whimpering now, tears dampening the blindfold, escaping from beneath it and mingling with the sweat.  I clamped thirty clothespins to Ian’s freshly-shaved balls before securing the first one to the left side of his cock shaft.  I alternated sides of Ian’s shaft, working from the base to the head, fastening a dozen clothespins on either side.

I left him there on the workout bench, panting and whimpering, for several moments while I went to the bathroom.  When I came back Ian had quieted down. 

I kissed each of Ian’s hard nipples then kissed him on the lips.  “I love you,” I whispered in his ear.  Then I gave his clothespin-tortured cock a playful slap.  He gasped and chocked back a moan.  “I’m going to light your birthday candle now.”  His body tensed for a moment then he forced himself to relax and he smiled.  I lit the paraffin candle, the brief odor of sulpher wafting through the air, and held it several inches above Ian’s chest.  The wax melted easily and dripped onto his chest.  He muffled a loud groan.  I grew hard in my shorts as I watched the hot wax congeal.  I dripped more wax on him, in another place.  Soon his chest and belly were dotted with splotches of dried wax.  I lit another candle and continued.  Ian was moaning and his clothespin-tormented cock jerked spasmodically, each spasm adding another jolt of pleasurable pain. 

After the second candle was finished and the congealed wax covered Ian’s chest and belly almost completely, I lit a third; this one to use on his cock and balls.  “This is going to hurt a little more,” I whispered as I pushed Ian’s hard cock against his wax-covered belly.  I let a long stream of melted wax hit his left ball.  Ian let out his loudest moan yet. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

Ian shook his head vigorously. 

More melted wax.  The right ball this time.  Another loud moan. 

I grabbed hold of the bright purplish-red crown of Ian’s cock and pulled it away from his belly.  I let a stream of hot wax fall onto the top of Ian’s rigid shaft, coating it from its base all the way up to the mushroom head.  I went back to Ian’s balls and gave them another coating of wax then blew out the stub of the candle. 

I stripped off my shorts and stood naked before my tortured lover.  I ran my fingers lightly up his body from his knees to his wrists, my hard cock brushing against his side.  Ian shuddered at my light touch.  I started removing the clothespins from his chest.  When I unclamped the last of the clothespins there were angry red lines across his chest.  I removed Ian’s blindfold before moving down to his tortured cock and began removing the clothespins from his quivering shaft.  When the last of those had been removed and before I started taking off the ones on his balls I gave his shaft a squeeze.  The dried wax began to crack apart; a few pieces flaked off.  I played with his hard cock more, rubbing and squeezing it until most of the wax had fallen off. 

I fisted Ian’s cock while the dildo in his ass vibrated away and his balls were still adorned by all those clothespins.  I fisted him hard and savagely, squeezing as I pounded his tortured dick.  It was not long before Ian sucked in his chest, bucked his ass off the workout bench and stiffened his legs.  I knew the signs well enough to know he was at the point of no return.  I squeezed and pounded his dick a few seconds more before he shot that first rope of milky cum.  It landed near his left nipple.  The second spurt reached his chin.  When I let go of his cock, his chest was a mess of cracked and flaking wax and spent cum.

I couldn’t wait any longer.  I reached down between Ian’s legs, grabbed the base of the dildo that was still vibrating away, pulled it out, switched it off and dropped it to the floor.  Then I positioned myself between his open legs and without so much as another squirt of lube, rammed my cock inside him.  I fucked him hard and deep, making his cock and balls bounce.  Ian moaned loudly with each of my thrusts since his balls were still covered in clothespins.

It didn’t take long for me to cum, just a minute or so, but when I did, I was breathing hard.  I slammed my dick as far up his hole as it would go and held it there as I spasmed inside him.  As I came, I locked eyes with Ian and he gave me the most contented, shit-eating grin that I just had to smile back. 

“Happy birthday,” I said as I pulled out of him.  I unclipped the clothespins from his balls after a moment then undid the restraints at his arms, allowing Ian to sit up on the workout bench.  I leaned down and kissed him.

As he stretched contentedly, I took hold of his softening cock and began lightly massaging his balls.  Ian reached over to me, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back to him.  We kissed once more then I began to undo the restraints at his feet as he picked at the dried wax still on his skin.

I went over to the sink, moistened a hand towel and tossed it to him so he could clean himself up a little.  I did the same for myself.  I looked at Ian as he stood by the workout bench and rubbed the flakes of wax off and my softening cock started to get hard again.  “I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” I said as I headed for the playroom door.  “Be a dear and clean up all that dried wax for me.  Then you can take your shower before T.J. gets home from school.  And don’t forget we’re going out to dinner later.”

We got to the T.G.I.Friday’s in Forest Hills a little before five and were back home about seven-thirty.  Less than an hour later several friends dropped for cake.  Ian was surprised that so many came over and gave me that ‘I told you no party’ look.  I told him it was his birthday and our friends wanted to wish him a happy one and that he could fuck me later when everyone was gone. 

And fuck me he did.

And I loved it!