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You awaken to the sound of someone whispering "Happy Birthday."
Just inches from your face is a large knife, clutched by a pale visage with a demented Glasgow smile.
Jeffrey Woods has arrived.
Adorned with a dark hooded jacket, but otherwise completely naked
and erect.
You had made a secret arrangement with Jeff prior to this moment.
To celebrate your birthday with surprise sex.
He had agreed to the offer, finding you very sweet.
His only condition was that he choose the time to instigate his attack.
The element of surprise excited you.
He chose 4:20 am.
You had been sleeping peacefully, but are now on high alert.
The knife was an intimidating and unexpected addition.
The danger made you flustered as he drew the blade under your shirt.
"Let’s cut open this birthday cake," he teased.
His knife sliced through the fabric, exposing your chest and abdomen.
You have never felt more vulnerable.
It was hard not to instinctively cover yourself up with your arms.
Jeff chortles in amusement.
"Birthday Boy is shy," he laughs.
His surly grin widens.
"We haven’t even blown out your candles, yet."
He climbs on top, undressing his hooded jacket and fondling his cock, chest, and areolas.
His pierced nipples glimmer against a slim, moonlit figure.
Your body quivers under him as his hips grind over the thin linen of your briefs.
Your head peaks out as Jeff gyrates on top of you.
Despite the seductive performance, he was not caressing your body at all.
Frustrated, you consider reaching out and touching him.
Upon noticing this, Jeff quickly holds your arms down to your sides.
"Ah ah, let me do all the work," he said, playfully.
He was grinding even harder now, rubbing both of your genitals together.
Your tips are wet with pre-cum as friction gathers between your thighs.
You can feel yourself close to climaxing before Jeff’s warm discharge suddenly covers your belly.
The bastard had selfishly released early! You mewl in exasperation.
You were so close.
Jeff only laughs in contentment.
"Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet," he jeered.
He snags the thin blankets from under you and uses them to tie your wrists and ankles.
‘Wh—,’ you begin before Jeff pushes your head down, stifling your words and causing your back to arc.
Your heart races from this incapacitated position.
You have no idea what he may do to you next.
He slobbers all over the handle of his knife before getting ready to thrust it inside your rectum.
Jeff licks his lips in anticipation. "Are you ready?"
With your face down, you are only able to grunt a flustered 'yes.'
He indulges as you let out a loud moan.
The handle breaches your walls before slowly rubbing against your prostate.
He relishes your humiliation as you cry out in delirious gratification.
You clench and make shuddering whimpers as he pushes his knife in and out of you.
The sensation causes you to squirm under your restraints.
There is nowhere to escape.
You can't even crawl away if you tried.
Every plunge and twist fastens deeper inside.
You resent his humiliating choice not to fuck you with his body.
But that embitterment turns you on even more.
Jeff fondles your cock behind the spine of his knife.
Your balls build with semen as they kiss the moist handle.
"A Birthday cake isn't complete without frosting," he teases.
His mischievous tone makes you hard again.
You can't take it anymore.
The buildup accumulates to an explosive release.
Strings of your warm ejaculate coat his knife.
"There we go," he purrs.
An overwhelming sense of degraded defeat leaves you lightheaded.
He carefully extracts his knife, which lets out a wet suction sound.
"Mmm... Happy Birthday," he giggles, licking the blade's surface.
END