Birthday boy
It was Bill's birthday, his first since coming to live with us. He was turning 20, and we had a fun evening planned for him, with some special birthday gifts that would drive him wild on his special day.
We'd been nice to him all week in preparation. He'd only earned one punishment from us for letting himself get a pimple on his pretty face. Normally that error would earn him twenty strokes, but instead Lori tied him to a chair and put his feet in a tub of ice water for half an hour while sitting on his lap and listening to him apologize. He also spent the week locked in his spiky chastity belt.
In the morning, Lori and I went down together, through the locking security room, down the long flight of stairs to the basement where Bill spent almost all his time, presently in his steel sleeping box.
Lori was bubbly with excitement, almost singing as she unlocked his door and greeted him. "Good morning, lucky boy, it's your birthday! Are you excited to spend it with us?"
Bill was surprised, he'd lost track of the days over the months he'd been here.
"Good morning mistress," he said as he crawled out and planted some kisses on Lori's feet, then on mine. "Can I ask a birthday favour?"
"Don't worry about favours, slut, we have a whole day planned for you, it will be super fun and you will get to cum lots and lots. Now go do your bathroom duties, and you can take some extra time to make sure your boy pussy is clean as a whistle. You can even have a bath if you want, you lucky thing."
Bill was visibly put off by the comments about his butthole, but obediently affirmed and headed for the bathroom.
Most of the first part of the day was like any other. Bill had his breakfast and carried on with his normal routine. Before becoming a slave, Bill's life as a real person was pretty aimless. Work at a dead-end job, home to play videogames or watch some television, waking up to do it all over again. These days, he is much more driven and interested in personal development. He does his deepthroating practice (he has a whole kit of different sex toys of different lengths and girths and shapes) and already has almost no gag reflex. We were very proud of him and told him one day maybe we'd invite a friend over so he could try the real thing, which terrified him. There's no such friend, but it's a funny lie.
Afterwards, it was on to his yoga routine, with a focus on leg flexibility. His progress here wasn't as impressive as his gluk gluk skills, but he could now get into all kinds of tight positions that were a struggle for him before, not that it dissuaded us from trying, anyways.
Then, normally, Bill would have some reading to do to prepare for his exams. Lori loves to play dress-up as a sexy teacher and Bill's scores determine if he gets savagely beaten or given treats. He once got a perfect score on a mental math exam and we let him jerk off while watching us put on a sexy lesbian show for him. Today, though, we let Bill sit on a cushion and watch a whole movie. He requested Michael Mann's Heat, probably because it's so long and he knew it would take up a lot of the day, and was astounded when we said yes.
Then it was time for presents and cake. Both of the candles were trick candles that reignite after being blown out, and Bill said he was so lucky to have not one but two beautiful girlfriends. I grabbed a handful of his hair and corrected him that "you don't have girlfriends because you aren't a person. You're a slave and you have two beautiful owners."
"Yes ma'am, sorry for being so stupid."
"It's okay, we're used to you forgetting things all the time, and it's your birthday so I'll forgive it."
"Thank you so much!"
There were three presents, one for each of us. Bill opened his up and showed us. It was a Hitachi vibrator just for him. On the end, instead of the standard ball, was a textured silicone tube for his cock to go into, at a right angle to the wand.
Lori informed him "that thing will make you cum in about thirty seconds, slut. It will give you a big birthday orgasm."
"Thank you Mistress, it looks fun."
"Yep, and the best part is it never gets tired," I added. "I think there's something else in the box, have another look."
Bill looked again, and found two pills. A blue and a yellow. One would make his cock tirelessly hard, and the other would make him horny. The latter wasn't necessary, but I like to think he feels more ashamed of a good raping if he has one.
"You can take them now, slut."
Then Lori and I opened ours. Bill recognized them right away. They were dildos made from the moulds of his cock we'd taken in the first days of his captivity. Bill has quite the package on him, so these plastic copies were nearly 9 inches long, with a nice girth and a slight bend that was going to be just perfect for rubbing his prostate when he was on his back.
"You're going to be fucking yourself silly tonight, slave. I bet you didn't think your cock would be balls deep in ass and throat when you woke up this morning," Lori teased him.
I spoke next. "And you've made such good progress with your throat and anal training that you should be able to manage this thickness. But just to make sure, we'll tie you in place so all your attention can be focused on your duties. All you need to do is relax and let us handle the rest."
"Now now, slut, don't get all scared," Lori said, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek and lift his chin back up. "Since I'm such a sweetheart and it's your special day, lets make a quick bathroom break to make sure you're nice and clean. Come on, I'll watch. No walking, crawl and show off your Reminder."
After another quick enema, we were in the main play room, getting Bill ready. We took his chastity cage off, and he was already getting hard. He was even blushing, such a cutey. Not wanted to deal with any unforeseen softness, Lori attached a cock ring, as well.
Bill was going to be spending the next while tied up to a piece of furniture we call the barrel. It's a half-cylinder of metal with a radius of about a foot, covered with a soft pad. It's mounted on top of a post about four feet high, and surrounded by a collection of metal pipes that serve as attachment points for ropes and straps, arranged so that legs and arms and necks and feet can be spread apart, wrapped around, shackled down and so on.
I led the trembling boy over to it and had him put his back to it, then using just one finger on his chest while looking him right in the eye, pushed him slowly over the barrel, arching his back all the way over. His arms were brought underneath and cuffed to the post. A strap around his elbows and the post kept him firmly in place. Then, his legs were lifted off the floor, spread over two of the bars that angled away from the post, spreading his legs quite wide to give easy access to his asshole, balls and cock. His calves were brought up, and several straps on each leg secured them firmly to his thighs and the bars.
To finish it off, Lori gathered his longish hair and tied a short piece of rope to it, then tied the other end to the post, drawing his head back and giving a perfect avenue for a serious, unavoidable throatfucking.
