I've been a busy bee this summer so it's taken ages upon AGES for this, but eh. This caters to the slightly sick and twisted. ;)

I am tugging Frank into my room; his eyes are shut. I am surprising him with a birthday present which he has been asking about all week, anxious like a little puppy. As for the present, I've invested in several factors which make up said gift. One, I have replaced my wooden headboard with one of those metal ones with the vertical bars. Aesthetically pleasing, yes. Dual-purposed, yes. Two, I made a trip to various, slightly frightening stores, in order to pick up a few items which I think Frank'll like when he sees them.

"Now," I whisper in his ear, nipping his earlobe (something he'd done to me before which I quite liked, myself), "stay right here and keep your eyes shut, alright?"

Frank nods eagerly at my demand while I pick up the first part of my ensemble. A red ball attatched to one strip of leather, like a thin belt. I clamp the ball in my mouth and fasten the buckle behind my head, sneaking a look in the mirror. I look like someone from a porno. This, I reason, is not necssarily a bad thing, as I snooped through his room the other day when I was there, finding a stack of DVDs underneath his bed with boys clad in leather on the front cover of the top case. I hadn't a doubt in my mind that Frank was into that sort of thing, watching it as opposed to doing it, but I was nonetheless shocked... and inspired.

Next come the toys, which are in my sock drawer. I've only recently discovered my penchant for things that vibrate, so I bought a vibrator. I looked like a creep buying the thing, however, because it's generally a female purchase, but in any case, it seems sensible. Feels good. Really good, actually. Yes, I admit to having tested it out before tonight 'cause I haven't the self-control to leave it just sitting there. Along with that, I bought a studded belt from a less threatening store, because bona fide whips aren't really my preference, though studded belts work magic.

The last things I bought were handcuffs and scarves, giving Frank some freedom of choice in the matter of tying me to my bed.

I sit on the edge of the bed and clear my throat, because I can't really speak very well with a gag. Frank opens his eyes which expand to the size of saucers when he sees his gift, also known as me.

"Happy birthday in-deed," Frank says in awe, slowly stepping over to me, running a finger from my chin down to my lap while he checks out the fruits of my shopping spree. "And I'm sure," he continues quietly, "I don't have to tell you how absolutely fuckable you look right now."

I shake my head, fighting a giggle. I'd like to kiss him for saying that, but my mouth is inaccessable at present.

"Before we start," he purrs, holding the potential bondage in his two hands, "which one would you like?"

I shrug. It's only a matter of being bruised by the scarves or cut by the handcuffs. Frank looks down at the scarves, running them along his own wrist and grinning menacingly. "I think I could have more fun with these." He puts them around his neck.

I want to grin at him, but that's impossible. My teeth are firmly in place.

Frank slides his hands gingerly up my shirt and pulls it off painstakingly slowly, tossing it aside. His eyes seem to be drinking me in as he does this, though I don't know why. Perhaps he sees me as sexier now that I've taken initiative and made some purchases. Or perhaps it's something else entirely.

He pushes me up the bed and I scoot back to make his job easier. He takes one scarf from his neck and drags it lightly across my left wrist, giving me goosebumps, before he ties it into a complicated knot around my arm. As he reaches back to tie the other end of the scarf to my headboard, he comments, "I like your new bed frame."

Frank secures my right arm and then reaches for the vibrator, which he flicks on and almost marvels at for a second. A twisted grin emerging on his face, he brings it to the right side of my chest, pressing it very lightly to my nipple and the surrounding areas. I never knew something like that could feel so good. I lift my chest up reflexively and he draws the toy away. The fucking tease. I show my displeasure with a throaty growl and narrowing my eyes, which I don't think Frank minds at all. Fuck.

Although I'm a little happier when Frank begins to unbutton and unzip my jeans, revealing my new boxers (black satin), not to mention my visible excitement beneath them. Frank grins evilly as he pulls my pants down to my ankles and presses the vibrator against the head of my dick, making me buck my hips forward reflexively, but that makes Frank yank away the source of my pleasure. You'd think I'd learn but I never was good with the whole, 'for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction' thing.

"Hmm," he murmurs. "I seem to have made a little mistake. There's not much I can do while you're face-up, is there?"

I want to protest that I don't mind having my legs up on his shoulders but I can't. Being gagged can be extremely aggrivating. So, without another word, Frank unties the scarves from the bedpost, and my wrists, and snarls, "Roll over."

This I do without complaint. Frank, though, unexpectedly crosses my arms so my right one is across to my left side, and my left arm is on top of it. I feel Frank put his knees on either side of me, and reach up with one of the scarves to bound my two wrists together, crossed over as they are, and then he ties them to the bedpost in front of me, tight. So tight I cry out in shock at my arms being pulled that hard, and Frank chuckles menacingly above me and murmurs, "That's it, baby," dragging out the 'a' sounds.

I wonder vaguely what Frank is going to do with the other scarf, but as if reading my mind, he answers my unspoken question in a way that both thrills and slightly frightens me. He drapes the scarf over my eyes, and ties it at the back of my head. I give a muffled, startled sounding, "Mm?!"

"Relax," Frank purrs. "It makes it better. Because humans," he explains, as I feel him pulling down my boxers and slowly sliding them down my legs and eventually down to my ankles, and then off. "Rely on sight. And if," he says, his weight shifting on the bed as I hear something rustle. "Sight is taken away, we rely on our other senses to help us. Touch being one of them and for some, myself included, the most primary."

I feel a sudden chill on the front of my neck, and I realize my head is being pulled back by something cold. I feel lips at my ear. "This is the belt, and I am going to spank you with it,"

My stomach lurches with excitement. Previous partners have spanked me before, and I've really liked it, but Frank has never brought up the idea, nor executed it. I didn't want to ask or demand because I always wondered if he didn't like doing that. Though now I know he at least doesn't mind.

Before I have the chance to think anything else, I feel a sharp smack on my behind and I don't know if it was from a hand or the nonstudded side of the belt. Though from the satisfied moan from Frank, following my gasp, tells me his hand is the likely contender. "Have I ever told you how genuinely amazing your ass is, Gerard?" he asks, obviously not expecting a reply from me but I want to thank him. It's an oddly flattering compliment.

"I really should do that more often. And I should do this more often!" He emphasizes 'this' by bringing what I can tell is the studded side of the belt down on my ass, making me grunt in a strangely animal way I've never heard myself grunt before. Frank seems to like that noise because he whips me with the belt five or so more times, making me replicate the sound, before he stops, a little to my dismay. Another thing I'm disappointed about, although a common side effect of a gag, I'm slobbering slightly. Ew.

I wipe my chin off on my upper arm, aiming for the sheet, but my aim is slightly off due to my lack of eyesight, and Frank must have caught it because he says, "Drooling?"

I bark an odd, muffled laugh and nod my head.

"Don't worry. Happens to the best of us."

I nod again, not sure what it's signifying and I hear the vibrator start up again. I inhale through my nose in preperation for whatever Frank is going to do, but I smell something. Something banana-esque. I wonder what it could possibly be, though when I feel the vibrator slide into me, feeling cold, with some degree of ease, I conclude that it's lubricated. The lube is probably what smells like bananas. But that's the only train of thought I complete, because before long the pleasure gets too great to be coherent. All I can focus on is Frank pounding the vibrator into me, slower than I appreciate which is unlike him, though I'm not too displeased. My usual sex noises sound odd when I've got this thing in my mouth, however. This dismays me, but the buzzing sensation from my head to my toes distracts me from this. I begin to whimper after minutes of this, and Frank presumably decides he's had enough, because he painfully slowly takes it out of me and switches it off, leaving me with an odd, unsatisfied sensation.

"Unf," I grunt.

"Be patient!" Frank hisses, and there is a brief pause in action. And then I feel something else inside me, something that goes rather deep and just hits my prostate, making me cry out past my gag. Frank chuckles sadistically and presses whatever it is down harder, moving it faster in and out. There is an additional object being added now, and I come to the conclusion that Frank is most probably using his fingers.

I feel pressure on my back and hear, in a whisper, directly in my ear, "I am going to make you scream."

With that, there is another addition to my body, pressing harder, going deeper. This goes on, making me make noises of course, but no screams. Frank seems to notice this, and removes his presumable fingers from me. And suddenly, feel something very, very familiar inside of me, all of it at once. This makes me yell and tense up before Frank pulls out of me and thrusts again, and with my being nonrelaxed, Frank gets his sought-after scream. He moans and again, chuckles sadistically in the midst of it.

Frank undoes the gag from behind my head, and I shake it off and spit it out. My mouth feels a little off, but my sex sounds are less alien. I still can't see, but it is somehow arousing me more, the pure sensation. Frank continues to thrust into me, deeper, harder, more intensely. The scarf I have around my wrists digs into them as I squirm and struggle, fighting against something unknown and unwelcome, yet familiar and invited at the exact same time.

I obey commands such as, "Say my fucking name!", things in that vein, all the while trying to put off the inevitable, to prolong the sensation for the both of us, but with the way Frank is fucking me, it doesn't work for very long.

My bottom lip, which I am gnawing on in the throes of pleasure, begins to quiver and I start to whimper. Frank, taking these signs, presumably in the right way, thrusts into me one final time before I am pushed over the edge of an orgasm which makes my back arch, and dig my right set of fingernails into the back of my left hand. I cry out, one syllable, and I feel Frank getting off inside me, no doubt helped by my own orgasm.

Pulling out slowly, making me wince a little, Frank unties the scarf from my eyes. I blink at the dim streetlamp's light, streaming through the cracks in the blinds. I see Frank's hands untying mine, and after doing so, he gets off the bed, leaving me in the room as he walks elsewhere. I roll over, sit up and rub my wrists, a little raw from the friction of the fabric. I feel satisfied, very sore, and very tired. But also accomplished.

Soon enough, Frank comes back into the room and slips his boxers back on. Grabbing mine, he slides onto the bed with me, and hands me my underwear which I put on. Seeing my marked wrists, he bends over and kisses them, which makes them sting a little, but I don't push him away. He comes up to my mouth, placing a tiny kiss on my bottom lip and laying down, his head propped on the palm of his hand.

"Happy birthday," I say, mirroring his position and smiling at him.

"Thanks, baby," Frank replies, letting his eyes slip shut and heaving a sigh.