The Birthday Gift

I lost sight of her as she walked around behind me. The anticipation I felt was almost like my other birthdays just waiting to open up a present. Only this time I was what was getting opened up. I could feel her crouching down behind me. I felt the tip of the strap on press against my asshole for just a moment before she thrust her hips and sunk it into my ass. I opened my mouth but couldn't even speak. The pain was so horrible that it immediately sent tears down my cheeks. It was like she was going to split me in half. But soon the pain subsided and the hints of pleasure I had when she fingered me before were back and growing into waves of ecstasy. She leaned in and said into my ear, "It hurts, doesn't it? That's what it felt like you whore. That's what your dick felt like in my ass. Only I didn't like it nearly as much as you do because I'm not a cocksucking faggot like you are."

And she was right. I wasn't fighting it anymore, I was loving it. Her revenge had backfired on her. I was loving every second of this now. I was actually faking being in pain just so she wouldn't stop. "Oh god! Please stop! It's killing me! Take it out!"

And she fell for it. She started humping my ass harder than ever. In my position the force of her thrusts was rubbing my cock back and forth across the carpet. Even though I had just had an orgasm not too long ago I was already getting a hard on again. I don't know how long she was went at it, but I loved every second of it. I loved the pain, the humiliation, and the domination. Here I was a buff, tough guy taking it hard up the ass and secretly begging for it to never end. Then it was over. I felt the dildo slide out of my freshly stretched anus and shivered as the cold air hit my wide open hole. It was one more incredible new sensation that I just couldn't get enough of. I soon found out why she had stopped.

"You're hard again?" asked Lori.

"Hell yeah," said Alexis. "Let's bend him over the table." I felt two sets of hands grip my wrists and force me to my feet. They shoved me back to the table I had been originally cuffed to and forced me to bend over it. My bare sweaty chest made a funny squeak as it slid against the cold wood. Alexis asked, "Do you have us in the shot?"