Have I mentioned how much I love stripping Brian? He has the most amazing body. It's perfect in every way. Pushing him down on the bed, I admire him for a few seconds before climbing above him. He is positively delectable. Reaching for the handcuffs, I can already sense Brian's reaction. He pulls his wrists back, "I don't fuckin' think so, Sunshine." I roughly pull them back, "You nearly ruined my party, Brian." Clasping one cuff around him wrist, I attach it to the headboard, "Besides, it's my birthday." Taking his other wrist, I cuff it to the other side of the board. Brian narrows his eyes, "You're an ungrateful brat." I shrug, "Duh. You already knew that about me, and you still love me. So deal." He shakes his head, "You're going to be sorry when this is over." I smile, licking his lips with my tongue. I whisper, "No I won't."

I trace my tongue down his throat. His skin is moist, it's been a long night. His skin has a light scent of alcohol, ciggerates and sweat. I fuckin' love it. In fact, I revel in his smell and salty taste. My mouth continues to journey down to his chest and I torture his nipples between my fingertips as he moans and writhes beneath me. Of course Brian refuses to acknowledge that he's enjoying this. He's too fuckin' stubborn...and smart. He knows I'm just getting started. My hands slide up his arms. I love his arms. The smoothness of his skin, the tightness of his muscles, the softness of his hair...I lick up the side of his ribs, burying my face under his arm and gently pulling the underarm hair with my teeth. He gasps, his back arching forward. He refuses to speak. That's fine with me. I would have hated gagging his beautiful mouth.

Returning to his face, I nuzzle against his cheek, breathing deeply before whispering into his ear, "You are so fuckin' hot." He moans softly, his eyes closed. He knows he shouldn't fall into my trap. He knows that I'm going to start driving him crazy soon...he knows it...and yet can't help it. He's in quite a quandry. I chuckle to myself before tracing the contours of his face with my tongue. Returning to his chest, I fondle his nipples a bit more and wonder if we have any clamps laying around. Brian bites his lip, sliding his feet against the sheets. I kiss his nipples, tickling them with my tongue before sliding my mouth down the trail to his stomach. His skin is alert. I barely need to touch him. His skin responds to the slightest graze of my fingertips, and Brian's moans are slowly becoming louder: more impatient. I tongue-fuck his navel for a few moments as Brian writhes under me. He curses softly under his breath. I smile, resting my cheek against his soft pubes. I breath in his scent. His cock is hard and ready. I decide to ignore it for awhile longer and focus on his inner thighs. I gently nibble on his skin, occassionally fondling his balls for a few seconds before lightly pulling his pubic hair. He hisses between his teeth. "Fuck...Justin...." I run my hands down his legs and back up to his hips, kissing the tip of his cock. "Justin...." Brian moans once again. He pulls against the handcuffs, "Fuck!" He argues, arching his body forward: trying to push his cock into my face. I smile, leaning back to admire my frustrated lover. He slams the back of his head against the pillow, "Argh!" he bellows. "You fuckin'..." I laugh, "Uh-uh-uh...you wouldn't want to get me mad, now would you?" He growls at me and I can't help but smile. Crawling onto his lap, I kiss his cheek, "Now why did you have to go and kill Willy on my birthday? Was that my present? Because if I had a choice, I really would have preferred you kill Charlie instead." That perks his interest, "Why Charlie?" I shrug, "He complains too much." Brian scoffs, "You can't just go around killing people because they bitch all the time." I laugh, "Sure you can. But that's besides the point. Why did you kill Will?" "He disobeyed a direct order." "Oh, " I say with mock interest, "What'd he do?" "He came to your party." I smile, "How thoughtful." "Fuck you." I laugh, licking his earlobe, "What, jealous?" "Fuck off, brat." I run my fingers through his hair before kissing his mouth, sighing, I stare into his angry eyes. "So you killed him?" "He disrespected me. I gave a direct order." I nod. It made perfect sense. Kissing his neck, I murmur, "Shouldn't you have just beaten him to near-death in order to set him as an example for others?" "No." I laugh, returning down to his cock, "Well, you're the boss." I lightly trace my tongue around his tip. He gasps, "Damn straight...now fuckin' suck me." I chuckle, "Now why would I want to do that?" I tease his cock with my tongue for a few more moments as he writhes and pushes his feet against the bed. I can hear him cursing some more. Taking my finger, I suck on it for a few moments before pushing it against Brian's hole. He gasps in surprise, then moans. Taking his cock into my mouth, I gently suck as I finger fuck his hole, adding a second finger inside. I'd try a third, but he's so fuckin' tight...I suck him harder, finger-fucking him at a quicker pace. He arches his back, moaning, "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." Pulling my fingers back, I quickly slide him out of my mouth. He screams, "Justin!" Smiling, I gently lick my two fingers once more before sliding them in his ass again. His entire body starts to relax and I take his dick past my lips for a second time. Brian sighs, bucking his hips against my fingers and mouth. Smiling, I pull out once again. He shouts, "I'm going to fuckin' beat the shit out of you!" I laugh, "Oh, yeah, that'll make me want to uncuff you." He's silent. Seething. I repeat the procedure a few more times until Brian is near-tears. Yes, I think he's learned his lesson...never tease a horny 20 year old with the possiblity of a quickie in the bathroom. Hey, I'm twenty! I smile. Sitting up on my knees. "What are you fuckin' grinning about?" Brian demands. He's close to either cumming or killing me. I take a condom and roll it on my dick as I announce, "I'm twenty." He rolls his eyes, "You just realized that now?" I chuckle, bringing his legs over my shoulders, "It just hit me." "You're slow," He teases. His mood has dramatically changed now that he knows he'll be cumming soon. I joke, "Must be the blonde in me." "I'd never complain." We both moan as I push my cock into his ass. I rest inside him for a few moments before pushing in farther. He closes his eyes, repeating softly, "I'd never complain." I smile, "Good. I'd hate to kill you for bitching." He smiles back, opening his eyes and touching my cheek as he watches my expressions. Brian's always said he loves watching me fuck him. We should do it in front of a mirror one day. I'd love to see what he's talking about. Of course I have to agree in the reverse. The expressions that Brian makes when he fucks me are fuckin' porno-priceless. I could probably cum by his expression alone. Well, maybe not, but pretty darn close. I thrust deep into his hole. He feels so fuckin' hot and tight, I imagine how it must look like and I am determined more than ever to repeat this action in front of a mirror. We need a fuckin' mirror in here. Brian arches back, fighting the handcuffs. The headboard bangs against the wall. I kiss his mouth. His tongue tastes so fuckin' good, my head starts to spin. I moan, pushing in and out of him at a harder pace. He bites his lip to stifle another moan. "Brian..you're so fuckin' beautiful..." I sigh, fucking him with intense passion. All he can do is moan and grab hold of his cock. One, two, three jerks...he rolls his head back as he cums with a delicious groan, bringing me on my way. I push deep into him, pumping hard until my cum is spent and I fall against him. We lay there, catching our breath. "That was fuckin' incredible," I state. Brian nods, his eyes still closed. I force myself to sit up. Reaching for the keys, I uncuff him. Brian's hands drop limply against the pillows. I listen to his breathing deepen and I know he's about to fall asleep. Kissing his cheek, I brush back a few strands of hair off his forehead. "Thanks for a great birthday," I whisper. He nods, too tired to move. I climb off the bed to throw away the condom. Returning, Brian is still in the same position. I climb above him, resting my head on his chest. Closing my eyes, I hear him murmur, "Happy birthday, Baby." God, I fuckin' love this man.