Birthday Bound

Shannon's boyfriend, Michael, was a couple of months older than her. Tomorrow he was turning nineteen and she was considering what to give him for a present. She knew what he wanted but she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to go that far at this stage of their relationship. Would going to bed with him be a big step forward or a big mistake? Right now she was leaning towards the big mistake side of the argument.

It was a decision that she could put off for a while. She would buy him a nice gift and, as for the other, she'd see how things worked out when they were alone. Right now she was heading around to see Cheryl. Cheryl had asked her to come over as she had something she wanted to show her. For some reason she'd also been warned to wear old clothes as they might get a bit messed up.

When Shannon arrived at Cheryl's place she was greeted by Cheryl and Marie, another friend. Fellow cheerleaders more than friends, really. Cheryl promptly started dragging her through the house to the master bedroom.

"What do you think of this bed?" she asked, and Shannon had to admit it was impressive.

The bed had a king size mattress and the sheets and covers looked as if they were black silk with gold designs worked around the edges. The head and base were brass, polished until they shone like gold.

"That's really a magnificent bed," Shannon agreed. "There's no way that that is your bed."

"What makes you think it's not my bed?" demanded Cheryl.

"Black and gold? So totally not you, and we both know it. You'd have chosen something in spring, soft greens and yellows, with maybe a touch of blue."

"She's got you there, Cheryl," giggled Marie. "I've seen your room and she nailed it spot on."

"Yes, well, it's my father's bed. But we brought you here for a specific reason."

Cheryl and Marie climbed up onto the bed, insisting that Shannon join them. Curious, she did so, whereupon the two girls jumped her. Cheryl seized her wrist and slapped a padded handcuff on it while Marie fastened the other end to the brass bedhead. With that handicap there wasn't much Shannon could do to prevent her other wrist being similarly fastened.

"What are you two playing at?" she demanded, half laughing, half irritated.

"We'll explain in a minute," Cheryl assured her reaching for her ankle.

Shannon found that the girls were able to fasten her ankles to the foot of the bed just as easily as they had her wrists. The only difference being that instead of padded handcuffs they had padded manacles with a length of chain that made up the distance to the end of the bed.

"What are you doing and where did you get these stupid things," Shannon asked, shaking one leg and rattling the chain.

"All will be explained shortly," Marie said, laughing at her. Her laughter increased when Cheryl reached over and picked up a pair of scissors from the dressing table.

"What the hell are the scissors for?" demanded Shannon, starting to feel distinctly nervous.

"They're to help us undress you," Cheryl explained. "We can't undress you normally because of the handcuffs. That's why we said wear old clothes. We can just cut them off you."

"Are you crazy? Do you expect me to walk home naked?"

"Oh, don't worry. We're about the same size. I'm sure I can find something that will fit you."

Cheryl then proceeded to demonstrate how the scissors worked, calmly cutting in half, first her skirt, and then her top. Shannon was furious, although admitting that she was pleased that they'd had the decency to specify old clothes. She was rather more upset when a few deft snips removed her bra and panties, leaving her chained naked to the bed.

"OK, Marie, go and get Michael," said Cheryl with a laugh.

Marie departed while Shannon was trying to work out what this meant. What had Michael got to do with this?

"Michael's here?" she asked. "You can't bring him up here with me like this."

"Of course we can," replied Cheryl. "It was his idea. He provided the handcuffs and stuff. Got them from a sex shop. He said it will be your birthday present to him as he knows you want to but are a bit reluctant."

Shannon almost exploded. Unfortunately, naked and tied does not facilitate the showing of a temper tantrum. She was still yelling at Cheryl when Cheryl's father walked into the room.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded. "I walk into the house and Marie and Michael are there. They looked at me as though I was an ogre that had dropped out of the sky in front of them. Then Michael shouted 'oh shit' and bolted out the door with Marie right behind him. They're probably still running.

Would this have anything to do with this young lady chained to my bed?"

"They tricked me," shouted Shannon. "This is something Michael set up, the swine. I came around and they jumped me and tied me to the bed. Let me loose."

Cheryl's father looked at Shannon thoughtfully and appreciatively. She really did have a nice figure he noticed. Quite a pretty girl and she was currently looking somewhat flushed and excited. It definitely enhanced her appeal.

"I suggest that you go to your room, Cheryl," her father told her. "I will speak with you about this later."

Red-faced, Cheryl turned to go when her father stopped her for a moment.

"You might like to leave the keys before you go," he said dryly and Cheryl hastily fished them out of a pocket, gave them to him, and fled.

Shannon stared at Cheryl's father, waiting for him to release her and wishing he wouldn't keep looking at her.

"If you've quite finished looking," she finally said, letting a tinge of sarcasm creep into her voice.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "Force of habit where a beautiful young woman is concerned, I guess. Ah, your clothes?"

"In the bin next to the dresser. Cheryl used scissors to remove them."

"I see. Do you suppose she intended you to walk home naked?"

"No. She did mention that she would lend me something."

"Kind of her. Ah, you were saying Michael set this up."

"So I understand. It's his birthday tomorrow. I think he suspected that I was going to say no to his preferred birthday present and this was his way of getting around the problem. Ah, the handcuffs, the keys."

"Funny. I'd have thought unwrapping the present would have been part of the fun. Still, if he thought he wasn't getting the present then I guess he wouldn't worry about the wrapping, or lack thereof."

"Right. The keys."

"Don't worry," he said, holding them up and jingling them. "I have them right here."

"I know," Shannon growled. "I'd rather they were right here." She banged a wrist handcuff against the brass railing to emphasise where the keys should be.

"No problems," he murmured, sitting on the bed and reaching towards her handcuff. Shannon's sigh of relief died away when he casually dropped the keys into her hand.

"What are you doing? I can't unlock them. I can't reach them."

"You didn't ask me to unlock them. You asked me for the keys."

"I find you as funny as a crutch. Can you please unlock the handcuffs?"

"Wait a moment while I consider your request. Hmm. To unlock or not? Request considered and rejected. We'll leave them on for the time being."

"WHAT? Why?"

A hand reached out and closed over one pearly white breast, the thumb finding the nipple and teasing it.

"It's like this. My name also happens to be Michael, although most people call me Mick. By another odd coincidence my birthday is today. So it seems to me that if you were left here as a birthday present for Michael then I fit the bill. Especially when you consider the fact that this is my bed."

"You're joking?"

"Certainly not. I wouldn't joke about a thing like that."

To emphasise his lack of jest Mick bent down and his mouth captured the breast he'd been stroking. He ran his mouth slowly over it, using his tongue to resume teasing the nipple, his hand now closed over her other breast.

"You can't do this. I'll scream," snapped a shocked Shannon.

"Really? And who do you think will come to your rescue? Cheryl? She'd just cheer me on hoping I'll be pleased enough not to throttle her for an act of invincible stupidity. Marie and your beloved Michael have long since bolted and I'll doubt they'll be back today."

With a sinking feeling Shannon realised that he was probably right. She squirmed about under him, finding his hot mouth teasing one breast and then the other, his hands busy with whichever breast he wasn't sucking.

At least, she thought, he's only playing with my breasts to tease me.

Her confidence was shaken when a hand slid onto her mons and started rubbing. She hastily brought her legs together, only to be stopped with a jangle of small chains rattling as the manacles held her legs apart. Mick raised his head and winked at her, watching the expressions on her face as his hand pushed further around and closed upon her mound.

"You wouldn't dare," she breathed.

In reply Mick started massaging her intimately.

"I don't do this sort of thing," she protested, twisting helplessly against his hand. Slowly but surely it was dawning her that she didn't have any choice. Protesting wouldn't achieve anything and being tied down meant that physical resistance wasn't possible.

"It's OK," Mick told her, speaking in a soothing voice. "You're still not doing this sort of thing. You're having it done to you."

In reply Shannon gave a horrified gasp as a couple of fingers eased between her lips and started probing inside her. Apart from the occasional protest and gasp of shock Shannon found herself unable to do a thing but feel this assault upon her person.

A sudden shock ran through her and she gave another shocked cry.

"Sorry," came a perfunctory apology. "Clitoris. See."

She gave another small cry as a similar shock ran through her.

"Don't do that," she said, half weeping.

"I said sorry," Mick pointed out. "I have to admit fingers are a little clumsy for things like that. You may find this works better."

While a stunned Shannon watched Mick adjusted his position on the bed, his head going between her thighs. Then he popped back up for a moment.

"Hold on," he said. "This'll help".

Mick grabbed a couple of pillows and slipped a hand under her bottom and lifted. To Shannon's amazement Mick quite easily lifted her up off the bed with just a single hand, lowering her back down after he'd placed the pillows under her. Not that, in Sharon's opinion, removing his hand and letting her drop could be considered lowering.

A little extra height apparently made all the difference. Mick's head dipped between her thighs again and his mouth was on her mound, kissing and tasting her. She hastily strangled a scream at birth when she felt his tongue going where his fingers had previously been. He was mouthing her, his tongue teasing and tantalising, and finally touching on that spot where his fingers had caused such extreme reactions. His tongue, she decided, was worse.

Shannon was an aroused mess by the time Mick stopped. She was feeling most peculiar, strange feelings running through her. She felt hot and bothered as though heated blood was running through her veins. She just looked at him as he stood next to the bed, smiling down at her. It came to her that he wasn't just standing looking at her. He was getting undressed.

Appalled her eyes flicked to the bedroom door. Was it open? Would Cheryl come in and save her if she screamed? It was closed firmly. She wondered if it was locked. She asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I locked it when I closed it behind Cheryl. We wouldn't want her to interrupt us, now would we?"

"Yes, we would," Shannon assured him.

Laughing, he dropped his trousers, and Shannon wondered if it was permissible to faint. Would you just look at that thing, she thought, and immediately decided that she'd rather not. She hastily turned her head away, fuming as she heard him chuckle.

She felt him climbing back onto the bed but didn't look. He settled between her thighs again. His cock started brushing against her mound, just rubbing the head of it over her. This brought her head back around, watching in horrified anticipation. Part of her horror was from the fact that she found herself anticipating what was going to happen. Surely, she thought, she should be screaming, not looking at it and wondering when it would get serious?

"Shannon, being a virgin this may hurt a little at the start. Want something to bite on to save yourself screaming like a little girl?"

"Your jugular, maybe? It may have skipped your notice but I am a little girl."

"Only in height, sweetheart. In all other areas you're fine."

To add a little emphasis to his statement a big hand reached over and caressed a pair of full breasts.

Shannon found her time was up. Mick had spread her lips slightly and his cock was now pressing against her. Slowly she could feel the pressure increasing and then he was entering her, his cock pushing into with what she considered evil intent. She winced once at the start but determinedly kept her mouth closed. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd hurt her, even if it was only a little.

Mick pressed steadily forward, his cock slowly but surely sinking fully into her. Shannon moved restlessly at this steady assault, her body being invaded by a man. She felt odd. The heat that had started to die down was now flooding back, bring strange sensations with it. Above all else she was aware of that cock, sliding into her and going deeper with each passing second.

Mick slid firmly home and Shannon lay there looking at where his body was joined to her. She was finding it hard to credit the evidence of her eyes. He'd taken that damn thing and put it in her. It was still in her. She could feel it. Oh, god, could she feel it. It wasn't that it hurt. It didn't. But it was there, inside her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Now what was she supposed to do?

"OK, Sweetheart, let's see if you can move with me," Mick said, answering her unasked question.

She watched as he pulled back, feeling his cock dragging against her passage, seeing it emerging from within her body. Now push, she heard him say, as he started sinking back into her and she found herself lifting her hips at his command, pushing to meet him. The strangest sensations rippled through her as his cock plunged back in.

That, she found, was just the start of it. No sooner was he back in than he was withdrawing once more. Another plunge and more strange feelings. His cock seemed to be connected directly to her nervous system, raising havoc within her as it played with them. She was breathing heavily, moving under him, not sure if she liked what he was doing or not. She didn't, she decided, dislike it. She just wasn't certain that she actually liked it.

Mick lifted the pace a little, pleased with the way Shannon was responding. Obviously a natural talent for the girl. He wondered what it would be like to take her without tying her down first. She was pushing up to meet his thrusts, and seemed to be enjoying it. He picked up the pace a little more.

Shannon found herself working harder. Mick's cock was plunging in repeatedly and she was supposed to meet him every time he thrust. She considered asking him to slow down to give her more time but found that she was reluctant to do so. What he was doing was getting to her and she didn't want him to stop. She would just have to do her best to keep up with him. God, she felt hot.

Shannon found herself getting even hotter with a pool of heat gathering deep inside her. Mick's incessant thrusting of his cock into her seemed to be fuelling the pool of heat. It seemed to increase each time his belly slapped against hers. His hands were on her breasts, stroking and caressing, and little waves of excited feeling were emanating from his touch, working their way down to mix with the feelings moving outwards from her groin.

Mick was moving faster and Shannon was feeling strange. Something was wrong, she was sure of it. She was too hot, burning up, and her nerves seemed tense, everything wound up too tight. Something had to give but she didn't know what.

Mick shifted into overdrive, hitting home with a vengeance, and Shannon found out what was going to give. It seemed to her that every nerve in her body let loose at once, a climax convulsing her, leaving her shuddering under Mick, who was jerking frantically against her as he let himself go.

Shannon found that Mick was no longer on her and she stretched, feeling, she didn't know, contented? Why she should feel contented after what had happened was the puzzle. It suddenly dawned on her that she'd stretched. She was no longer fastened to the bed. She sat up.

"Why don't you have a shower while I find you some clothes to wear," Mick suggested.

Shannon was quietly appalled. If he went and spoke to Cheryl about clothes for her after all this time Cheryl would want to know why the delay. She was relieved when Mick laughed and calmed her fears.

"Don't worry. I won't be speaking to Cheryl. I actually have some things in my drawers that might fit you. They belonged to a lady friend of mine who left them here. I even have a nice set of lingerie you can wear. Do you want a lift home after you're dressed?"

Shannon shook her head.

"No, thank you anyway. I actually drove here. My car's parked outside."

"Fine. If you're buying a present for Michael may I suggest a lump of coal? I think you'll find he's now on Santa's naughty list."

Shannon gave Mick a dark look. "And what should I get you? Another lump of coal?"

"No need. I've already had my present. You can come by tomorrow and give me the second part, if you like."

"You have got to be kidding. What makes you think I'd be so stupid?"

"Well, I was wondering what it would be like to take you without tying you down. It seems to me that you were probably wondering the same thing. If you come around tomorrow we can find out. Make it about one. Cheryl will have gone out for the afternoon by then."

Shannon turned on her heel and headed for the shower. Arrogant brute. Did he think she was insane? As if she'd been wondering about what it would be like not to be tied. Or what it would be like on hands and knees? Or on top? She hadn't wondered any of those things and she wouldn't.