For my 28th birthday, my Sir is treating me to a special night out. He’ll make sure I wear my best jockstrap, before stripping me down to my birthday suit. He’ll throw me down on to the bondage table, face up, because he wants to make sure he sees my face for the surprise. Making sure I’m comfortably spread out (eagled, of course), he blindfolds me – so I can’t see a thing. No ruining the surprise! I hear footsteps, sounds like Wesco boots. Is that leather I smell? Why, it’s a party with Sir’s dirtiest leatherman pals, and I’m the birthday leatherboy! Sir’s friends start to circle around me, and start unzipping their presents. The gifts are in some hard wrapping, and it’s taking some time to yank and tug them out, but eventually they deliver. Loads of presents start to shower my body; I can feel the leathermen’s warm, sticky generosity all over me, sliding across every inch of me. I try to count the presents – one, two, three…twenty-seven? But I’m turning twenty-eight! Oh but of course, Sir hasn’t given me his present yet! Maybe Sir baked me a cake, he seems to be trying to open my mouth. I can feel Sir’s chaps press against my face over and over again as he feeds me my birthday treat. The leathermen start breaking into song, singing me Happy Birthday as Sir lets out the celebratory hoorays and ensures I swallow my twenty-eighth present, before he wishes his boy, a Happy 28th Birthday.
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