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A Birthday for Spalding

Part 1

A BIRTHDAY FOR SPALDING


“So youre excited about your birthday?” Maisie Tyll asked as she stroked her brothers cock. Spalding and Maisie had a nightly ritualtheyd watch TV together, and shed tease Spals dick as he sat next to her, but just during commercials. Then, of course while they were watching “American Idol” and the commercial wasnt on, he was totally focused on her putting her nasty little hand on his dick again.


Spalding was so out of it, man. His twenty-second birthday should have been a time of great celebrationyoure an adult, and all that good shit. But in his family, life was a little different. Spal had grown up watching his dad obeying Mom like a robot…and when he didnt, like when she found out he was participating in a Fantasy Baseball League at work (there was no hope of going to games with his office mates) Mom thrashed Dad until he was howling like a stuck pig!


His twenty-five year old brother, Searcy was trapped in a crib with a top upstairs, in diapers, (Mother had caught him texting a girl she didnt approve of ) and Potter, the oldest was locked in a chastity belt even though he was hot shit at Andrews Air Force Base in Washington, D.C.


Really…Pots had won the Bronze Star, the Service Medal and two Purple Hearts, but his greatest reward had been coming home to Mother, whod allowed him to jerk off as soon as hed stripped off his cammies…Mothers hero boy!


Boswell, next oldest, lived with his dominant wife in Bethesda, Maryland, which was quite near the air force base, and Bozs wife held the key for Potters chastity belt!


Perkins, Spals younger brother by a year was at Boy Scout Camp, but finding a way to bathe in a nearby creek so the other guys didnt see HIS belt, and Treadway, the youngest son, was being punished by Mom for some youthful rebellion(Hed become a drummer in the local band “Methadone Maintenance” and inadvertently set fire to a hotel room) by having to wear dresses and work at Natashas Armoire, a teen girls clothing store at Buttermilk Falls Mall, three days a week.


Tread had to wear very heavy makeup and minidresses, and help girls he knew from school (who blessedly didnt recognize him, and thought “she” went to school out of town) buy clothing. “Trianne” got to keep all the money “She” made from this part-time job, but looked wistfully across the mall floor at where the boys got to work at guy places like Radio Shack and the Sunglass Hut.


Treads worst day was when one of “her” male customers began stalking “her” and when the guy showed up at the house, Mother threatened “Trianne” with a cattle prod, and so Tread had to go out with the guy a couple of times and let him cum in “her” mouth and in “her” ass, keeping “her” panties on in front so the guy wouldnt see “her” dick!


Mather, who was just graduating high school had also raised Mothers ire, and shed assigned him a “summer job” sucking off degenerates for ten-spots at the truck stop between Buttermilk Parkway and Highway 66.


As for other siblings, Spaldings oldest sister Fawn, a law student at Buttermilk U. Law Center, was guaranteed straight As by her Comparative Corporate Governance professor, who Fawn regularly took over her knee and whipped during “office hours”. Tania, the artistic sister had a sculptor boyfriend  in chastity lockdown in Santa Clara, California…it was a very committed femdom family.


Spalding realized that twenty-two marked a decade since hed been put in chastity. Hed gotten glimpses of Dads chastity belt…hed asked him as a little boy “Daddy, why do you never use the urinal in public rest rooms?” And Dad shamefully had revealed the secret to Spal when he was about nine…and then when Spalding himself was twelve, Mother locked him up!


Shed smiled about it, but it was a cruel smile, as shed  taken him through the Junior Belts at the PainCafes Dungeonopolis Gift Shop. “Youve been spending a lot of time in Ian Zamas tree house, darling. You arent smoking marijuana quite yet, but I know the other attraction for boys your age….nasty magazines, right?”


Spalding had nodded, what could he do? What Mom didnt know was Ian also had porn  movies on his laptop, no cord needed, up there in the treehouse. Hed cried bitterly when Mom tried out the different belts on him in the changing room…


”Dont worry, dear. Im not going to put one on that punishes your erections…you can have all you want. Daddys of course is too small to let him get excited, but I understand a growing boys needs. But this way, you can concentrate more on school and sports, which seems to have slacked off a bit. Youve also gotten a bit of a mouth on you, which comes with adolescent rebellion, but as you can imagine, Im not much in favor of that.”


It was true…Spalding had endured, along with his brothers, extensive corporal punishment as well as “clothing restrictions” being made to wander the house naked when theyd behaved badly, but Spalding had no idea that Potter Junior, Boswell, and Searcy had been locked in chastity belts in high school.


But it made sense. They were drug free boys, very respectful to Mom (though not Dad) and although they dated and had normal teenage social lives, his brothers had always been home by eleven…even when they were visiting on term break from college!


Spaldings sisters on the other hand had raised hell, been in and out of rehab, and sometimes had boys in their bedrooms…his parents were very easy going about that sort of thing, for the girls. Hed never seen his sisters naked, but theyd seen it all…


And Spalding had to admit, being in chastity  had done him good. Hed lost interest in the dirty magazines, and the disturbing circle-jerks his male friends were into in the tree house. He didnt want to disrupt his rep as the toughest kid and the best athlete at John Wayne Gacy Middle School, so he couldnt show anyone the chastity belt.


This meant ingenuity in finding places to shower alone at the school gym or when he was traveling with the Bernie Madoff High School basketball team (He had been an ace point guard for the Embezzlers, a team undefeated), and he couldnt go skinny dipping with his friends on Senior Skip Day…so he decided to go to class…alone.


Mother had intimated that if Spalding did well in school, at least a 3.8 average, that hed get to be unlocked on report card day, and this kept his nose in the books. She also gave him a nice half hour without the belt when Spal got his Eagle Scout, when he won the Distinguished Little League Graduate Award, and when he got the Richard Berendzen Physics Medal his junior year of high school…and for three years for getting the Buttermilk County Christian Athlete Award…and also when he won Golden Gloves.


Spalding had gotten a reputation with the girls he took out as a gentleman…one who loved necking and “feeling up” but stopped before home base, even when girls begged him, in the back seat of his Dads 2005 Acura. “I respect you” hed tell them lamely.


There was a time where his reputation was in dire jeopardy…Mom had caught Spalding attempting to break into his chastity belt on his eighteenth spring, and shed told him that he couldnt jerk off no matter what his grades were that reporting period, and that hed only be able to, if he wanked his willy in front of Whitney Ponds, his big crush at school.


Spalding had been acutely unhappy about this, but hed gone through with it, and miraculously, Whitney, though repelled by the humiliated Spalding, had said nothing to the kids at school. It had been a miracle!


And Spalding knew Mother and Dad loved him dearly. When he received the National Merit Scholarship, which came with a full tuition-free ride at Buttermilk State University, Spalding had taken it, and that meant, of course, continuing his chastity plan, since he was going to live at home.


Now he was about to graduate from college with a double major in American History and Management Information Systems, and his future was bright. Masie, who was just toying the hell out of his stiff cock right now, had dropped out of two hairdressing schools, and spent a lot of time rolling and selling joints, but her future was assured, too…Shed met four submissive men in her twenty-one years who had proposed to her, and three were quite rich!


Maisie tortured Spalding to distraction all the timeshe sat on his face, dropping only her panties, five to seven times a day, and was constantly unlocking his belt to tease him. All Spaldings sisters had the master keys to his belt, and so there was a lot of that, but Maisie was the worst. She was the prettiest of the girls, and also the most devious.


When she wasnt teasing Spalding in the house, she was tying him naked to the rafters in the garage and whipping his bare ass with a thorny branch from the rose bush. Shed wield this with glove covered hands, and whip Spaldings little white ass until it resembled a burgundy pincushion!



Now, there was a commercial for feminine hygiene products on, so Maisie was stroking Spals rock hard cock, and tickling his armpits a little, too.


“Your big birthday party is coming up. Ma says you can have a normal one this year…not just family, you can wear clothes…you can have a keg, and your friends here. Youve never even tasted beer, have you, Spalding?”


“No,” Spalding admitted, ashamed. Searcy came home one night in his twentieth summer, on time at eleven oclock but with a little beer on his breath, and Mother had looped baling wire around his scrotal sack, attached the other end to the back of her lovers Harley (Mother loved bikers) and instructed him to drag Searcy around the block!


The dude had only gone five miles an hour, but Searcy was quite blistered and cut up after the ride was over, and it taught strict teetotaling to the males in the Tyll family.


Maisie and her sisters had been guzzling beer, rum and Long Island Iced Teas since early high school, and laughed at their sober brothers…but then again, the men have to make a living, right? Good to teach responsibility.


Suddenly, Spaldings reverie was interrupted as his Mother came into the living room, wielding a thick rope with ten knots in it. The end of the rope had a wooden handle, somewhat like the handle of a jump rope, and at the other end was a knotted fork.


Mother was a tightwadder and saw no reason to blow money on the whips and implements that were sold online and at the PainCafes Dungeonopolis Gift Shop when she could make things like this at home.


Spals Mom was a gorgeous, chesty ash blonde, not yet fifty, and quite popular around Buttermilk Falls, especially with young blue collar men who were eager to pop their cherries. Her husband and sons worshipped but feared her, and it was a complicated deal.


“Ma…whassup. Your rope looks a little bloody there.” Maisie said, as she ran her thumb up and down Spaldings frenum. Maisie was an absolute expert at finding new and different ways to stimulate the underside of Spaldings cock, but then she could also pinch just in time, before he was about to orgasm.



“Thats right, darling” Mother said, as she looked approvingly at her daughter, teasing and torturing her son…she smiled as if the two were playing Old Maid. “Your father promised he would wash my car before I went to visit LeTroyce, a young man who has just left the Pre-Release Center at the Buttermilk County Detention Home.


Mother paused and sighed, sadly, and her considerable bosom heaved. “But of course Daddy was more interested in his precious stamp collection, and I had to ride over there in a dirty car.”


Mother sighed impatiently, thinking of it, and her tremendous bosom heaved. “ LeTroyce didnt care, he was a perfect gentleman, but I dont like representing myself this way, so when I got home, I peed on Daddys latest stamp album, and then took him out to the garage with my rope toy here, and laid 85 on his bare buttocks. I think maybe next time he might listen, dont you?”


Mother smiled to herself, swinging the rope casually. One of the knots hit Spal right in the nutsack and he  howled. “Sorry darling” Mother said absently. “But youre such a wimp. Your friend Sylvan wouldnt even wince at that.”


Spalding rolled his eyes. First, Sylvan was Perkinss friend. Perk had been caught telling dirty jokes in the basement  with his friends Sylvan Stockley ,Altemus Quinn, and Treacle McCoy. Shed stripped Perk and whipped him right there in front of his buds with her trusty cut off two foot piece of  firehose (she had a lover in the Department), and Allie and Treacle had run in horror, but Sylvan has just knelt there in fascination.


When it was over, and Perkie was weeping in shame and humiliation, Sylvan had told Mother, “Mrs. Tyll, Im at fault too, and my parents are permissive psychologists…I need this more than Perkins does.”


Before Mother could argue, Sylvan had stripped to his tightie whities, and then when Mother approached with her firehose, shed smiled evilly at Sylvan and said, “You know you have to take those down, too…”Sylvan had blushed and taken his undies down to his ankles, and Mother had bent him over the rec room pinball machine and had nearly worn her arm out. Shed started slow, no need to get a lawsuit from the Stockleys (Jerome Stockley was a personal injury lawyer) but when Sylvan hadnt made a sound, shed gone for it big time.


By this time Perk was hiding under a bean bag, and when Sylvan said he needed further punishment for onanism and porn back home, Mother had taken him upstairs and given him an ice-cold enema, and then hed stripped HER and gone down on Mother for an hour…and now he was a regular visitor!


Mother had been amazed at how willingly and silently Sylvan had been when shed whipped him with thorny branches, rods, canes, whips, and cattle-prods. He could hang by his nipples for an hour without a murmur, which put the submissive Tyll men to shamethey were all criers, including Potter, the war hero!


Sylvan had noted Perks chastity belt with envy, and though hed hunted Altemus and Treacle down and threatened to beat their faces in if they told anyone about Perkinss plight (and Sylvester was a tough kid, his word had weight) still, he craved chastity.

By Sylvans eighteenth birthday, Mother had gotten a doc to staple his cock and balls  to the back of his buttocks, and the toughest kid in Buttermilk Falls wore full time drag worked at the lipstick counter at Neiman-Marcus and went by “Sylvia” (though close pals called Sylvia “Posy.”)


Now Mother looked at Spalding somewhat contemptuously. “Just a little bitch, still. And Im thinking of letting you have a normal party, since youre going to be a big, macho twenty-two. But maybe not. After all, youre such a wussy. Maybe we should just have the regular thing, where youre naked and I give you twenty-two lashes while you masturbate…even though you DID get a C in Organic Chemistry.”


Maisie looked innocently up at Mother as she continued to stroke Spalding. “But Ma, you said that Spal would get to wear clothes, and youd take his belt off, and let him drink and act normal with his friends…youre not gonna let him down now, are you?”


Spalding sure hoped nothed worked hard, buttering Mom up for this treat. Hed done all sorts of humiliating things shed asked of himhed worn bright pink nail polish while running in his track meet…hed actually won the damn thing, but had to run home before they could give him his trophy and see the shiny nails!


When Cousin Lucifer had shamefully come out, and been rejected by his family, Mother had invited Luce, big fat and homeley to stay with them for the summer, and when Luce had confessed that hed always had a crush on Spalding, Mother had asked Spalding to suck Luces dick, and give him a few other treats, intimating that shed be very generous back around Spals big twenty-two.


That had been eight months ago, and Spals stomach had spun whenever hed let his fat, queer, acne ridden cousin sodomize and lick him…but he knew he wanted to have a legitimate “guy” party. When Luce had started school at Buttermilk State, Mother had actually gotten Spalding a pager, and whenever Luce called Spal, hed go over to Luces dorm and suck him off, whatever he wanted…it was pure torture!


Spalding thought with horror of his last “private family” party. Mother had invited her friends Mistress Phoenix, Goddess Genesis and Lady Oddyssey from New York, and theyd had a field day putting clothespins and sharp clamps all over Spals body and making him dance.


Boswells wife had saved thirty of her bloody tampons and sixteen tied condoms from old lovers for Spalding to suck out, and theyd played “Bobbing for Apples”all the Tyll brothersMothers style, which meant bobbing their heads in a vat of urine for rounded turds that had been frozen in the garage freezer.


“So youre excited then, about your party, darling?” Mother interrupted Spaldings reverie. “You want a nice normal thing this year, with your regular friends and a bit of music, I suspect? Youve earned it, I suppose.”


Spalding was ecstatic. “Yes, Mother, I really appreciate that.”  He was, after all, graduating with honors, and had done everything Mother asked him to.


The day of the party came, and Spalding was enthralled, fully dressed in faded jeans and a concert T-shirt, sipping beer, which had an odd taste, not as nice as soda pop. He and his friends were standing around a keg, and Lady Gaga was blaring from the speakers.


Some girls from town were there. Spal felt so freehed gone to high school and college parties since he was thirteen or so, but hed always sipped Diet Coke, and looked around nervously, worrying that Mother might show up with a whip….and of course had scurried home from whatever event they were at at around ten forty-five, so he woulnt break curfew. But tonight was different!


Maisie was behaving herself, bringing Spals buddies pigs in a blanket on trays, and he was having a great conversation with the beautiful Gwenny Gould about Gwennys acceptance to  law school when things went askew…in the back of his mind hed known something would happen, but it had just been denial that had kept him in this happyk delusional state.


As Maisie stole up to Spal, he casually took a little hot dog off her tray, while keeping his eyes focused on Gwennys cleavage, framed in the tube top by her platinum blonde hair. Spal had always thought Gwen to be the ultimate in hotties here in Buttermilk Falls…and maybe now hed ask her out…before she went off to Boalt Hall law  school in Berkeley, California.


But then Maisie leaned forward and whispered “Spalding…Mother wanted me to give you a message…its actually about your own graduate school.”


Spal shook his head irritatedly at his younger sister. Sure, shed paddled his bare ass with a carpet sweeper yesterday morning til Spal was weeping and his butt was bloody…hed forgotten to put the cap on the toothpaste!  But now, she was just a childish annoyance. Really, too young to be attending a party where alcohol was served.


“Look, I dont have time to talk right now, Maze.” Spalding said, semi authoritatively. “Why dont you go back in the house and get some more burgers for the grill, huh?”


Maisie smiled and whispered again. “Mother knows youre psyched about graduate school, and she says if you want to“ But this time Spalding gently shoved Maisie out of the way, nearly spilling her tray.


“What were you saying, Gwenny?” Spal asked with good humor. “The sis here can get on my nerves sometimes.” Spalding had game. Look how Gwen was looking at him.

But Maisie shrugged right behind Spalding and said “Its about your keys. Mom says do you want them when you go off to grad school at Case Western Reserve next fall.”


Spaldings heart froze. His keys? Gwen of course would think car keys…Mom was giving me custody of THE keys?


Spalding turned and looked at Maisie, utterly ignoring Gwen, who looked puzzled. “Wh-what about them-the keys?” He was to pack up his battered Volvo and leave for graduate school in thirty days. He expected to be coming back every grade quarterly period, to have his grades inspected  by Mother, with the understanding that if he made his 3.8, hed be unlocked and allowed to masturbate.


Spals heart bounced. But wait, if he was in possession of the keys, he could masturbate all he wanted…he could screw a WOMAN, he wouldnt be the oldest virgin in the world, as he thought he was…But why was Mother bringing this up now?


Spalding turned from Gwen and looked at Maisie, and then at Mother, who was leaning against the open door to the back yard party. She was smiling.


Maisie looked up at Spalding. “Spal, Ma says youre mature enough now to decide when you want to masturbate…but she wont give you the keys unless you show how much reverence you have for her and the family by taking off your clothes and masturbating now, in front of your friends. Just to show Mother that you venerate her.”


Spalding thought it over. He wasnt wearing his chastity belt now…shit, he could go away to school and get bolt cutters and unlock the belt if he wanted to…it was a full fellowship, he didnt need Mother at all, or the keys back.


But then he looked at Mother, and looked at his friends…and to his appreciative friends surprise, Spalding Tyll sighed, unzipped his jeans at four in the afternoon, and stepped out of them in the spring sunshine. His dick hardened, and Gwenny squealed.


Damn it, Spal thought, as he pulled off his shirt and began jerking his cock…Its always something.





























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