Happy Birthday

Jake threw his door open and stopped dead, staring in astonishment. Somebody knew how to give him a proper birthday present. Sprawled across the bed, blindfolded, chained, and gloriously naked was his boyfriend, Mark. Slinking closer on silent feet, he gazed at his gorgeous lover shifting nervously on the bed. Written in chocolate syrup across his flat pale stomach was the words Happy Birthday.
Sitting next to the bed was a large trunk which he flipped open curiously, the resulting thunk alerting Mark. “Who’s there?” he demanded nervously, pulling vainly at the manacles chaining his slender wrists to the headboard. Jake ignored him for the moment and looked through the trunk. Vibrators, clamps, whips, paddles, manacles, collars, lube, and a million other items geared towards sex play had found their way into the trunk along with a note that said Have fun! Jake grinned darkly, looking back at the beautiful boy squirming on the bed. He’d have to figure who did this for him and thank them. That could wait until later though.
Shredding off his jacket and shirt, he climbed on the bed and settled between Mark’s spread legs. Leaning over, he lapped at the chocolate with the tip of his tongue. Mark groaned in pleasure and wiggled harder. “Jake?” he gasped hopefully. Jake finished cleaning off his stomach before moving up to his lover’s full lips and covering them in a heated kiss. Mark whimpered into the powerful kiss and arched against his unyielding body.
“Hello, beautiful,” he purred, sweeping Mark’s dark brown locks aside and nuzzling his soft neck. Mark relaxed considerably, secure in the knowledge that he wasn’t about to get raped.
“Jaaaake,” he moaned loudly as his boyfriend licked and nibbled his way to one of Mark’s nipples. Rolling the tender nub between his teeth, he flicked his tongue across the captured tip. While his lover was otherwise occupied, Jake reached into the trunk and pulled out a set of nipple clamps. As he began to tease Mark’s other nipple, he swiftly attached the clamp to the abandoned nub wrenching a cry from the bound boy’s full lips.
Giving the other nipple the same treatment, he attached the other clamp. Jake whimpered in discomfort and writhed on the bed as the cruel metal bit his super sensitized skin. “J-jaaake…p-please take it off. Ohhhh. It’s too much. Please!” Mark begged helplessly, his body aflame with desire.
Jake tugged gently at the chain connecting the clamps and Mark arched off the bed with a loud cry of pained ecstasy. “I’ve barely begun,” purred the dominant, stroking the inside of Mark’s thighs. “I’m going to take you to your edge and rip through it tonight,” he promised. The dark haired boy whimpered and shifted on the bed.
“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” he said, nervously, writhing as nails scratched up and down his thighs.
“You’ll have to wait and see, my love,” Jake smiled softly although his lover couldn’t see it and nibbled at the plump lower lip. Untying his lover’s long legs, he flipped the smaller boy over and rebound him. He began to kiss and lick his way down his spine. Mark moaned in pleasure at the barely there touch and tried to arch into his boyfriend.
When he had Mark a puddle of relaxed goo, Jake picked up a horsehair whip and studied it. The horse hair wasn’t designed to bring pain, but it was excellent for tormenting sensitive skin. He experimentally flicked it across Mark’s exposed back causing the bound boy to mewl at the feeling. Bringing down the whip repetitively, Mark’s moans grew in volume as Jake worked over the expanse of his back, buttocks, and thighs.
Jake stroked his hand down his boyfriend’s back and Mark arched with a wail and erupted all over the coverlet. He collapsed back on the bed, shivering violently in the afterglow of his orgasm. Jake was hard as a rock as he gazed at his sweat soaked lover. He placed a kiss on the dead center of the beautiful boy’s back before sweeping his tongue lower to delve between the other boy’s buttocks.
Trembling, Mark mewled and whimpered as his lover’s talented tongue lapped at his opening. Once he had the submissive boy hard again, Jake slipped a cock ring on him and tightened it. Mark sobbed at the denied release and pleaded helplessly. Jake returned to teasing his entrance before sliding his tongue deep into the squirming body.
Still lapping at the opening, his slid one finger past the quivering ring of muscle. The dark haired boy pushed back, mewing like a kitten. Easing another finger into the tight hole, he twisted them searching for the hidden pleasure spot deep within his lover. A yelp let him know he’d found it.
Flicking the sweet spot, he gazed at Mark’s face waiting for what he wanted the most. “Oh…oh….oh. J-J-Jake, oh, p-please. St-stop torturing me. I can’t take anymore, please fuck me, oh fuuuuuck!” Jake smiled softly, enjoying the litany of pleas coming from his lover’s full lips and he slipped his other hand under the boy to tug at the chain connecting his nipples. Mark began to sob helplessly, the sensations threatening to overwhelm him.
Jake’s smile became a full fledged grin of delight as the blind fold covering the brunette boy’s eyes become damp with his tears. He pulled his fingers out of the still tight entrance and quickly stripped off his jeans before reaching up to untie the blindfold. Mark blinked in confusion and gazed up at the larger boy pleadingly. Jake captured his swollen lips in a heated powerful kiss and he slid home in one hard stroke, swallowing Mark’s wail.
He set about pounding the slightly smaller boy into the bed as Mark howled in pleasure. Angling his thrusts to brush past the swollen prostrate, Jake purred in pleasure as the tight entrance clamped around his cock. He reached down and undid the ring holding his lover’s release and begun to stroke the straining organ.
The boys came together in a chorus of moans and cries before collapsing on the bed. Jake found the key to Mark’s manacles and released his exhausted lover. He gently removed the clamps that imprisoned his swollen nipples and pulled the brunette into his arms. “So,” he purred, his fingers playing across the pale stomach. “Did I break your limit or shall I continue?