The Best 18th Birthday Gift : Part 1

I started working out when I was 11 because my 8 year older brother had started working out. I was diligent and worked hard so just by the age of 18, I was quite muscular. But this story is about the experience I had when I turned 18. I had been dating my boyfriend Mat for the past 4 years and he had introduced me to a new world. But my 18th birthday was going to change my life forever.

Mat, works in the gay porn industry and has many porn star as well as real gay friends. On the other hand, I barely have any friends. So when he was arranging my birthday bash, it was virtually filled with his friends. I knew he had arranged a party for me, but what was planned as part of the party was completely kept from me. Mat had kept out clothes for me: a pair of shorts and a see through top tank; no briefs. He told me to reach the venue of the party by 11.45. I did, and was received by him at the gate where many of his friends were. I blew the candle, cut the cake and when the clock struck 12, the birthday bumps started, not to end any time soon!

I was kicked and pulled till my clothes tore apart and I was dragged into a large hall with still many more people waiting for me. The room was a dungeon full of equipment and tools. I had the bdsm experience, but told Mat how I would like a public experience. Like a dedicated boyfriend, he had made the ultimate arrangement for my pleasure ... through pain.

Now that I was completely naked, almost hard, and with a red ass, I was tied invertedly with my legs spread wide apart. My hands, nipples, cock and balls were secured too. And then the fun began. Mat told the audience that each one of them must come to me and slap my balls as hard as he would; and he slapped them very very hard. I looked across the room to see about 50 people! I was nervous and excited at the same time. I always thought of my self as a very strong man who could not be hurt, who did not feel pain.

But I did feel enormous paint hat night. So much, that I screamed despite myself and some time later, tears started rolling out of my eyes, down my forehead... But the ball busting took its pace and time. I expected to get a short break as I usually would on similar exercises with Mat, but not this time. The torture had just begun.