Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 16:39:54 +1300
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: Birthday Bash/ Authoritarian

				BIRTHDAY BASH

				By Arthur


AUTHORS NOTE:

This one is a real one off, it is a copy of a short story for a magazine
entry I was asked to provide for publishing and while it is not totally gay
I hope it will give you all a little entertainmenmt for something
different.  There will be NO sequal, the ending is up to your imagination
so let your mind run free.


He stood before the mirror, his hands on his hips surveying the image
reflected back to him. His thoughts ran wildly around his head as the
situation sank in.

`Yesssss,...18, I'm 18 at last'

The reflection showed a young man just reaching that stage of manhood when
his body was filling out and the beginning of a light beard was visible on
his chin.

`Well Braden Jameson, you're going to get rid of that secret you've been
carrying for the last four years, tonight's the night my boy'

The partially naked youth stood still as the old thoughts of his secret
shuffled through the myriad other pieces of information that were his daily
wonderings.

Braden knew he was not as good looking as a movie star but also that he was
definitely not a geek. He stood 5' 10" and had a solid if slim build and
would in time fill out to be what all the girls at school would call `A
Hunk'.

Light brown hair sat smoothly on his head in a neat trim cut, below, pale
brown eyes with dark eyebrows sat above a small aquiline nose surrounded by
slightly high cheek bones. His mouth was a little full and many a girl had
called them `kissable' but that was as far as they would go apart from
Gayle Brixton.

`Ahhh, yes, Gayle.'

Gayle didn't mind relieving his frustrations with her small long fingered
hand when they were at the rear of the bike shed.  Braden looked again at
his reflection and smiled a lop sided smile at the thought of the night to
come.

`Tonight I'll be free of my secret, at last I get rid of the big V.'

Braden's virginity had been the bane of his short life and although he
talked the talk with his friends he had not yet walked the walk. Tonight
that was going to change. Tonight he was 18 and could go to a bar or
nightclub without the worry of the law sending him out.

He looked around the apartment, it had been a birthday present from his
rarely seen parents, he thought it was to buy a little comfort in their old
age or a guilty conscience, either way he was now free to do as he wished
and tonight he wished to get laid for the first time.

Braden finished dressing by adding a pale green silk shirt and tucking it
into his new designer jeans then reached for the black leather bomber
jacket and slid his arms into it and with a light shrug sat it neatly on
his growing shoulders.

Opening his wallet he searched for the card that gave the address of a new
club on the other side of the city. He had never been there but had heard
that there were a lot of pretty young girls that went there and that most
of the men were older. He thought he had a good chance to find the solution
to his long held desire to lose the big V. at the Carry Club.

Braden wove the one year old Mustang down the road and turned into the
parking lot outside the Carry Club. The Mustang had been his parents guilt
trip for his last birthday but it hadn't brought them home any more than
before so his continued loneliness had to be settled with expensive gifts
and the occasional phone call.

The Club looked inviting from the outside and although a little nervous he
opened his door and stepped onto the concrete of the lot. The music from
inside the Club wafted out the open door in tempered waves, the volume was
just right for the early part of the night.

The guy at school had told him that the place really hotted up later in the
evening so he was a little surprised it was so laid back at 10 o'clock. At
the door he showed his ID and entered the bar area. In the center of the
room was a small dance floor surrounded with small tables and chairs, the
thought of `Tasteful not Flashy' ran through his head as he nervously
looked around.

>From the outside the Club had seemed practically empty but now inside he
could see there were more than fifty people milling or standing around. As
his friend at school had said, most of the girls seemed younger than the
men.

Braden went up to the bar and with a slight hesitation ordered a drink from
the barman, as he waited he looked around the Club and as his drink was
placed on the bar he saw `Her'

`Yes,...she has to be the one.'

The girl was quite petite, her long black hair flowed down her back like
the shuffling waves of a night time sea caressing a white sand beach in the
moonlight.

She was dressed in a mid length skirt and bolero blouse, the skirt was of
brown leather and her boots were of the same colour and came up to just
below her small knees. Around her throat was a small thin band of red
leather that matched the two around her wrists and set off her tawny skin,
adding to her glow of health and beauty.

A man who looked to be in his mid thirties stood beside her like some over
dressed bikie, black leather from head to foot.  He was a big man of about
6' 3", thick in the chest and a heavy tuft of dark hair showing through his
open vest. Braden stood and looked, unaware he was staring at the petite
girl, who could be no older than he was, and then noticed she was watching
him with an amused smile on her lips.

The big man leant forward and whispered into her ear and then turned toward
the door marking the gents room. The girl smiled more openly at Braden and
began to move toward him like a lithe cat stalking its prey.

"Hi, haven't seen you here before, what's your name?"

"H...h...hi...ahm...I'm...uhm...Braden"

"Hi Braden, I'm Tina, you like the Club?"

"Uhm...well...I...just sort of arrived."

"Ah yes I saw you come in, so...what are you into to?"

"Into?"

"Yes...what do you like?"

"Like?"

"I can see this could go on for a while Braden so I'll just ask you
straight out, ok?"

"Ahh...ok."

Tina moved close to Braden until one knee was resting gently against his
groin and in an almost husky voice she continued.

"Do you like sex Braden?"

Braden felt the heat start to rise from his chest to his face as the blush
got redder and redder at the wild thoughts rushing through his head. He
began to stammer as Tina's knee began to move imperceptibly against him.

"Ahm...uhmmm...yyyyes."

The gentle caressing on his groin stopped as Tina stepped back and looked
at him and then with that deceptive smile leant in close to his ear.

"Braden?"

"Yyyyes?"

"Are you still a virgin Braden."

There was no need for an answer as his face reddened even further at his
secret being so easily discovered by this wisp of a girl next to
him. Braden's throat constricted as Tina leaned in again and lightly
brushed her lips over his, effectively stopping any sound coming out.

Braden closed his eyes as the soft lips began to close over his own. The
feelings rushing through Braden's body silenced any other sounds in the
club as his strength seemed to ebb at the touch of the hot lips and his
eyes closed as another type of heat began to rise.

The feel of a giant hand clasping tightly to his shoulder as it squeezed
his neck muscles brought Braden back to the here and now.

"What the F*** you think you're doing with my girl, pretty boy?"

The hand that held him immobile felt like a giant claw as the fingers
continued to dig deeper.

"B...b...b...b.."

A deep rasping voice whispered in his ear.

"Don't speak boy and don't struggle, we're going for a walk, you try to run
and I'll leave you on the floor in pieces, now move."

The claw held tight as it guided Braden toward the rear door, his life was
starting to flash before him as his mind made up the pictures of his
bleeding and beaten body lying behind the Club.

There was no way that Braden knew of to defend himself against this
mountain of a man that held him.

Once out the door the claw turned him toward a dark sedan parked further
along the alley.

The man called Tina to open the rear door and then with minimal effort had
Braden sitting in the rear seat and before he could respond he felt his
hands pushed behind him and the cold hard feel of steel bands being
tightened around his thumbs.  With a final warning the man stooped down and
clamped Braden's ankles into a set of shackles bolted into the floor.

The man stood back and with a smile took from his pocket a thick leather
blindfold and fitted it over Braden's eyes.

"You make a sound boy and I got something to sort you out, so stay quiet."

Fear kept Braden's lips closed as he heard the man move to the front of the
car and then slide inside and start the motor.

The journey was in silence as neither of the people in the front said a
word for the entire Fourty minutes of the trip. The car stopped and after
the other two were outside Braden heard his door open and after the
shackles had been removed from his ankles he felt the claw back on his
shoulder.

"Don't fight me boy and you'll be ok, just go where I lead you."

Braden felt the hand push then pull him as he was directed through and
around objects, the sound of wooden floors then the change to stone as he
descended some stairs the claw like hold never relenting at any time.

Braden was pulled to a halt in a room somewhere underground, he could smell
leather and a strange muskiness in the air.

"Now boy, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's up to
you. First off you call me Sir at all times got that?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

The pain in Braden's shoulder began again as the claw like fingers dug deep
bringing a yelp of pain from his lips as a finger and thumb closed over his
nose forcing him to open his mouth to keep breathing. Something rubbery was
forced into his mouth and as it pushed against the back of his throat he
felt the touch of leather thongs being tightened around the back of his
neck.

Breathing now became difficult as he attempted to draw in breath through
the constricting digits holding his nostrils closed. Braden's head began to
swim as the shortage of oxygen threatened to cause him to pass out and then
at last, with a deep nasal snort the digits released their hold as he tried
to regain his senses.

The strange gag in his mouth tasted of rubber and the tightness of the
thongs around his head began to feel painful as the rasping voice began
again.

"Now boy, quiet is quiet, got that?"

Braden, out of a feeling of self preservation nodded his head frantically,
his sight and now his voice taken control of by the unnamed man.

"Now boy, I'm going to release your hands, when I do you will strip and
hold your hands clasped together on top of your head. Don't try anything
stupid boy, just do as I tell you, got it?"

After a short hesitation in which Braden realized that he had very little
choice, he nodded his head in agreement.

"Then do it boy."

Braden felt the thumb cuffs being removed from his hands and as the first
bight of the returning blood hit him he grunted, had he even contemplated
trying to escape the hold on his shoulder changed his mind before he could
react.

Reluctantly and with unsteady hands he started to remove first his jacket
then followed it with the silk shirt. A shiver went down his spine as he
felt the colder air of the room he had been brought to. Braden hesitated as
he wondered if Tina was watching his disrobing, the thought of being naked
and powerless in front of her was beginning to tell on his nerves.

"Hurry up boy, I don't have all night to waste on the likes of you."

With trepidation Braden loosened his belt and with the feel of the heavy
hand on his shoulder, slid his jeans to his ankles.  After kicking off his
shoes he finished removing his jeans and then with more hesitation and with
a slight stagger he straightened up slowly and lowered his boxers, kicking
them free.

The cold air brought out a light covering of goose bumps on his naked skin
and the inner fear he felt produced a sheen of perspiration over his top
lip.

Before he could move again he felt the cold band of leather on first one
wrist and then the other, his arms being pulled down behind his back and
fastened together. The toe of a boot was felt behind his knee forcing him
to kneel on the floor where he felt again the tightening of leather bands.

"So boy, you want to have it off with my little girl, well forget it, she
belongs to me and now boy, so do you."

Braden tried to talk but all that came out was muffled sound through the
gag. Quickly his wrists were grasped and his arms lifted high behind his
back until he though they would be pulled from their sockets.

"I said no talking boy, do it again and I'll introduce you to a friend of
mine, I think your butt would look good in red.  Right, I'm going to pull
you to your feet, don't try to move, your ankles are locked, when I release
your hands lift them above your head as high as you can reach."

Braden's arms were lowered from the excruciating position and he felt the
cuffs being separated. Knowing it was no time to try to play around he
reached as high as he could above his head even though his shoulders cried
out after their stretching.

Two hands clasped his and within seconds his arms were wide apart and fixed
to a steel bar above him, next his ankles were released and he felt the
light thud of a boot toe against his left ankle forcing it away from his
right. The sound of a click and then his right ankle received the same
treatment until his legs were fixed solidly two feet apart by another bar.

Braden could feel his thigh and calf muscles stretching as the unnatural
position began to take its toll. His stomach was taught and the pressure on
his arms was starting to tell. Apart from the mans voice giving occasional
instructions there was no other sound in the room until he heard a faint
click.

Again another click and he felt his arms begin to be pulled upward as the
small clicks continued at an uneven pace. Braden could not tell when the
next one would come but each time he heard it his arms took more of his
weight on them.

Slowly click by click Braden's body stretched as first his heels then the
soles of his feet left the floor until only his toes were barely
touching. The clicking stopped, Braden hung there with the full weight of
his own body stretching him out.

No sight, no sound, no movement, how long had he been here, two minutes,
five, ten? It was now a total mystery as time stood still and only the
continual pressure on his arms told him anything.

He felt a whisper of movement close to him and then a hot wet tickling on
his flaccid shaft began to tease him until his own body betrayed him and he
began to harden. No sooner was he totally erect that the tickling stopped
leaving him wondering if it had happened at all.

The rasping whisper came to his ear again.

"So boy I see you like my little slave girl's tongue."

Perspiration was now running freely down the length of Braden's body as the
fear of the unknown took its toll on his now overloaded senses. A rough
finger began to stroke over his nipples, first the left then the right. The
continual rubbing and occasional sharper tweak made them stand hard and
sensitive, then it hit him as the steel teeth cut into his left nipple.

The sharp searing pain made Braden try to scream through the gag but all
that came out was a gargled splutter. The pain became a dull throb as his
body adjusted to the new assault. Braden's mind tried to repel the pain and
as he began to send it away his right nipple was assaulted in the same way
but this time it seemed more severe as his desire to adjust struggled with
the fear building inside him.

`Was this brute of a man going to damage him for life? Was this how his
18th birthday was going to end? Were they going to find his battered and
bleeding body in some dark alley the next day?'

The dull throbbing on his nipples continued in the background as his body
adjusted and to Braden's surprise his shaft, which had deflated at the
first touch of the clamp was now beginning to enlarge again.

"Not yet boy."

A sharp stab at the end of his glans had him back to deflation in seconds
and then a hard leather sheath was being buckled around the flaccid member
and another was being tightened around the base of his scrotum forcing his
testicles to push hard against his taut skin. It felt uncomfortable but he
could easily put it aside, that is until a heavy weight was dragging his
scrotum down and the throbbing pain returned to replace the one that had
previously been centered in his nipples.

"Hmmmm boy, I think another 5 ounces should be about right for you, you
look as though you're enjoying this little bit."

Braden realized his shaft was trying to harden against the restraint of the
leather sheath around the base. He could almost feel the blood as it tried
to pump into him and the downward pressure pulling his testicles tighter
only accentuated the feeling.

After the added weight was put on Braden could not reconcile all the
different points of pain as they began to run into one another and he
surrendered to them in some vague hope of being free from the nightmare.

Braden was now fully engorged as the time passed, how long he had now been
hanging up he had no idea then he felt that tickling sensation again on the
very tip of his glans and his mind screamed for it to go further, to take
him fully into the waiting lips and give him his relief. When he thought
that he would explode it again stopped leaving him panting and trying to
pull in oxygen through his nose.

Braden's body felt as though it was all bare nerve ends as again the
silence and lack of touch sent his mind wandering through the alleys and
byways of his disrupted brain.

A movement near him sent a shiver down his spine again as the clamps on his
nipples tightened a little more bringing a further burst of pain through
his chest and then the numb throbbing began to fill his thoughts once
again.

His mind and body was being pulled and pushed by the varied sensations
running through him as first one point reacted then the other as his head
spun trying to reconcile all the feelings at the same time.

Braden heard a swishing sound and as he tried to work out what it was his
back was struck by a thousand needles, not hard enough to bring out a
muffled cry but enough to make his skin crawl with dreaded anticipation.

Braden felt his back muscles writhe from the unexpected attack and as the
touch of the numberless needles began to recede he heard the swishing sound
again. The pain of the myriad needles swept over him as the weight on his
testicles swung back and forth pulling downward on his trapped scrotum. The
chain dangling on his chest between the clamps on his nipples bounced
lightly on his sweating skin causing the clamps to move with their hidden
bight.

He hung there, time unknown, sensations to many, his mind in a whirl of
unfathomable thoughts and feelings, each one leading to and then away from
a different part of his over taxed body. The swishing continued long after
he had lost count, they had not got harder but had been a steady rhythm one
after the other until his back was alive with the feeling of countless
needles. Braden breathing had become laboured as he tried to draw in life
giving oxygen through his nose, his mouth dry and furry as the gag held his
tongue down stopping him from moistening his arid lips. A stream of spittle
had forced its way out both sides of his mouth as the gag restricted his
ability to get some relief.

At last the swishing stopped and a distant, rasping voice could be heard
close to his ear.

"Nod your head for yes if you agree with me boy, am I your Master boy?"

The hazy mist enveloping his mind tried to make sense of the words.

`Master, is he my Master, no...yes...no...f*** I don't know...stop it all
please...stop...Mas...Mast...Master, yes he is my Master...please help
me...please stop.'

Braden tried to scream out the saving word but his mouth was to dry and the
gag allowed only an inarticulate croak to emerge as he frantically nodded
his head for his Master.

"Good boy, I knew you'd see it my way. Now slave do you want to lie down?"

Again Braden frantically nodded his head in agreement.

The weight in his groin receded as it was removed but the tight clamp of
the harness remained and as the clamps on his ravaged nipples were eased
the returning blood sent more lightening bolts through him. At last he felt
the ties of the gag being eased open and he heard a warning from the man
who was now his Master.

"Don't speak slave or this goes back in for the rest of the night."

Braden began to raucously gulp in deep breaths as the moister in his mouth
started to replace the arid feeling of before.  A thin straw was inserted
between his panting lips.

"Drink slave."

Braden thankfully sucked on the straw like a newborn calf on its mother's
teet. The tangy acidity of the juice over powering his taste buds as the
refreshing liquid slid down his parched throat. Realization at last sank
into Braden's befuddled mind, everything he needed or wanted was now
centered around what `His Master' decided and strangely he felt a warm
comfortable feeling flowing through him as he understood that now he would
have someone that would care for him and be there when he needed them,
unlike his rarely seen parents.

The clicking began again and as the pressure on his limbs eased he realized
that he was being released from the steel rods that had held him stretched
for uncounted hours. The returning flow of blood into his staved muscles
brought their own pain as the bars dropped until he could feel his wrists
being released from the overhead torture.

"Not bad slave, 45 minutes, you'll get better with training."

'45 minutes? That can't be right, he just knew he had been held there for
hours.'

Braden's ankles were released and as he tried to bring his legs together
his calves and thighs screamed out their own rebellion until at last he was
standing free if somewhat unsteadily. A warm body came close to him and a
pair of warm lips caressed his own then the voice of an angel whispered in
his ear.

"Welcome home brother slave, you're going to love your Master, he's so kind
to us, you'll see."

The blindfold was removed and his eyes squinted as they attempted to cut
the glare of the ceiling lights down to a level that they could stand. His
Master stood before him with a small, satisfied smile on his lips. Tina was
close by his side now kneeling on the floor with her eyes downcast and her
hands clasped behind her back.

Taking Braden's arm his Master steered him toward a long leather covered
table near the center of the room. Braden still had trouble with the glare
of the lights, finding it difficult to take in his surroundings, as he was
lead like a lamb by ` His Master'.

"Up on the table boy."

The grip on his arm tightened imperceptibly but Braden had no intentions of
resisting his newfound protector and slid gratefully onto the cold leather
surface, letting his body relax against its cold hardness.

Braden's wrist were by his sides as he felt his Master buckle them into the
waiting restraints fitted on the sides of the table, next his ankles were
clamped the same way but there was no stretching pressure just the relaxing
feeling of the warming surface under him.

His Master fitted a wide strap over his forehead and secured the buckle,
holding his head in place.

"Just relax my boy, I've got a little work to do and then you can have a
little fun."

His Master moved away only to return seconds later with a small hand
tool. Master took a position beside his head and then placed the tool
against his ear. Braden felt a strange clamp tighten around his earlobe and
then a sharp pain, which made his body tremble then the clamp
disappeared. His ear stung but as the seconds drifted past it became just
that familiar dull throb.

His Master moved to stand within his sight and lifting a strange tool leant
over his chest and he heard the buzzing sound begin.

`Tattoo!...he was being Tattooed,...why?...what was it?.. Braden knew
better than to voice his fears as the machine moved closer to his
chest. The speeding needles began their work as `His Master' started his
work and the continuous pin pricks became like a dance on his skin as he
was marked as another mans property.

Once finished `His Master' stepped back to survey his work and with a
satisfied smile brushed his cheek with the back of his hand in a gesture of
closeness.

"You did well boy, now you get your reward. Girl, come."

Braden felt `His Master's' hand go to the constricting cage around his
penis and scrotum and within seconds he could feel the freedom as his shaft
and testicles became free of the device. The relief it brought was only
second to the feeling that he had as Tina, who had been ordered to clamber
up on the table and settle between his wide apart legs with her narrow hips
facing the waiting Master behind her.

With a smile accentuated by her obvious desire, Tina lowered her moist lips
towards his upright shaft until he was enveloped in their hot
suction. Tina's eyes opened widely as their Master moved in closer, with
the smoothness of much practice, he buried himself deeply into Tina's hot
waiting cavern.

At the first thrust of their Master's weapon, Tina took Braden's full
length in one gliding movement until his tangled pubic bush was brushing
her working lips as they massaged his heated desire.

It seemed only seconds had passed when Braden felt that overwhelming need
to satisfy his basest instinct and with an upward thrust, restricted only
by the bindings on wrist and ankles he sent his life juices rushing toward
Tina's waiting mouth. His Master's eyes had never left Braden as he
continued his deep thrusting action at the rear of his slave girl and as
Braden's over worked body sent its river of release into Tina, their Master
grimaced as he gave a final hard thrust to bury himself deep into the girl
slave before him.

The tumultuous combination of the trio's final giving seemed to Braden to
ring around the room that he knew was going to be his home away from home,
as he acknowledged his new position in life.

Braden looked at `His Master' through the haze of his release, his eye's
telling the man that Braden was his.

"Yes boy, you're mine and tomorrow we start with this so you'll be ready
for me when I want to take you as I took your sister slave tonight."

Braden stared in disbelief at the large rubber dildo held in the hand of
`His Master'. A small shudder of fear, tempered with wonder and something
akin to desire, ran through his now exhausted body.

This his 18th birthday was now the best birthday he had ever had and a
small part of his brain told him it was going to get better as he settled
into his new life with his sister slave and `His Master'


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