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Jared stood at the door to the mansion, shivering. Was this the place? He checked his messages. Yes, this was it; behind this door lay all of his fears and fantasies. He contemplated that after walking through it, he might never see the outside world again. The thought gave him a frisson of excitement.
A slow, calming breath, a run of his fingers through his floppy hair, and - he knocked. A man came to the door. Early fifties, good looking - he looked like a professional man, dressed sharply and with his salt-and-pepper hair still full and thick. The expression on his face was warm and open. Jared recognised him from his profile picture, but he looked even better in person.
"You must be Jared," he beamed. "I'm Bernard. Come on in, I'll make you a hot drink."
Jared was amazed at the opulence of the house. He had grown up... well, not "poor", but a long way from wealth. Such a large house, so tastefully decorated, was something he wasn't used to. He marvelled at a grand piano in one of the rooms on the way to the kitchen. No wonder the compensation for his services would be so ample. The half he had received already was enough to buy a new car outright for his mother.
In the warm and dry, with a cup of tea in his hands, Jared began to feel more at ease. Bernard was perfectly charming. They chit-chatted about their interests, about Jared's family, about his financial situation.
Bernard looked at Jared earnestly and seriously.
"Before my daughter comes down, I want to be really clear on this point. I need you to be totally honest with me. If you're just doing this because your family needs the money, we can stop right now. I'll let you keep the half I already paid. It's very important to me that this is what *you* want too, that there's no coercion involved here."
Jared shook his head violently. "No," he said, "the money is important because I want to make sure my mom is looked after when I'm gone. But this desire is all mine. I want and need this."
A look of relief washed over Bernard. "Good," he said, "very good. Well, I'll introduce you to Mary."
He went out and called up the stairs for his daughter. Jared felt his chest tighten with anticipation. What would she be like? All his contact so far had been with with Bernard.
Bernard walked back in the room, and his daughter flounced in behind him. Jared was smitten with her at first sight. He knew she was only a year older than him, but the confidence in the way she held herself made her seem much more mature. Her long brown hair fell all about her in curls and waves, bouncing as she walked. A pretty bow held it up in a half-ponytail. She was petite but not skinny; her chubbiness suited her well and gave her face a healthy, vivacious look. When she saw Jared, her face lit up with delight.
"Daddy, is he going to be my birthday present?" she asked Bernard.
Bernard smiled at his daughter's obvious excitement. "That's right, honey," he said, "twenty-one is a special birthday. So I've got you a special present, just like we discussed. This is Jared."
She shrieked a little with joy. "He's so cute!"
Jared blushed. "Pleased to meet you," he said. Then, without knowing why, he got down on one knee in front of her and took her hand in his. It felt warm and soft. He could feel a strong pulse - was that her excitement, or his own nervousness, pounding in his fingertips? Gently, he took her hand to his lips and gave it a respectful kiss.
"Such a gentleman!" gushed Mary.
Bernard's pleasure was evident too. "I reviewed so many boys for you, Mary," he said with a little pride in his tone, "Jared really impressed me."
"He's adorable," she said, "he looks just right." She regarded him hungrily from a few different angles, as he stood, still blushing from the attention. "He's nice and fit, but still slim and kind of delicate. That's just how I imagined him. So what's the arrangement?"
"Well," said Bernard, "it's really up to you what you want to do with him. Jared advertised himself online as 'no-limits'. Is that still true, Jared?"
Jared nodded.
"Great! In that case, you can really snuff him however you like. Fast or slow. I think he would be happy with either. But darling," - here his voice became low and serious as he addressed his daughter directly - "you mustn't push him any further than he wants to go. We'll set up a safeword now. I want you to promise right now to respect it, no matter what. Even if he's seconds away from dying, and he uses the word, you have to stop."
Mary looked back at her father earnestly. "Of course, Daddy. I want him to enjoy it too. It's no fun if he doesn't agree to it."
Bernard nodded with approval. "That's good. I'm trusting you here, missy. If you break the rules, I won't be buying you any more snuff-toys after this. The safeword will be 'pineapple'. Got that, both of you?"
Jared and Mary both nodded.
"Good!" said Bernard. "Well, I'm heading out for a bit. I'll leave you both to it. I'm sure you don't want an old man hanging around while you get to know each other." He kissed his daughter on the cheek and left.
Jared and Mary stood in the kitchen and looked intensely at each other; awe in the eyes of one, a kind of devouring hunger behind the gaze of the other.
Mary was the first to break the silence. "I already know how I'm going to do it," she said, matter-of-factly. "I'm going to ask Daddy to drown you in our pool, at my birthday party in a couple of days."
Jared felt himself grow hard at her words. She was so self-assured; Jared found himself captivated by her.
"First, though, we should have some fun. I want you to be my boyfriend for a few days first. Do you want that?"
Jared nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mar- umm..." he broke off, unsure how to address her. Were they on a first-name basis?
"Miss," offered Mary, "Miss is fine."
"Yes, miss," said Jared shyly.
"You haven't had a girlfriend before, have you? Or sex with anyone else? Sorry to be so direct, it's just really important to me that I'm your first," said Mary.
"No, Miss," replied Jared. "No-one. I'm totally untouched."
"Great!" said Mary. "Then I get to be your first in every way."
Jared was getting so hard at the idea that it was beginning to ache.
"Well, since you're my boyfriend, why don't you kiss me?" she asked, a coquettish, teasing note in her voice.
Jared licked his lips, nervously. His first kiss. He had been saving himself for a perfect moment, a perfect girl. Mary certainly seemed that. He had never felt such a strong desire for someone at first meeting. Her dark brown eyes looked deeply into his and a smirk played on her full lips. Jared leaned forward and closed his eyes; the first meeting of their mouths came with a jolt of electric lust, like a circuit had been completed between them. The warmth of her face, the softness of her lips, the faint smell of her perfume, the way her hair tickled his forehead - he was in an ecstatic haze, hypnotised by this beautiful girl he had only just met.
Finally she broke away. "You kiss well for a newbie," she teased. For her own part, Mary was thrilled by this virgin boy before her. He was so pretty, so innocent - and all hers to push as far as she wanted. If he didn't use his safeword. Mary said a silent prayer that he wouldn't.
But that fun was still to come. Tonight, he would just be her boyfriend, someone she could show off to the world. She announced that that evening would be "date night" - they would get to know each other over some good food and drinks.
Jared agreed eagerly. All his romantic fantasies were coming true. He had always wanted a girlfriend to treat, spoil and shower with love. He might have had more trepidation with any other girl, but his connection with Mary was so instant, it just felt right and easy.
Mary showed him to her room. It was as large and lavish as the rest of the house. It was painted in shades of pink and decorated with fairy lights and plush cushions. It was also a total mess. Clothes, makeup and books were scattered about, the drawers open, the bed unmade. It looked as though there had been a party in there.
"Sorry about this," said Mary. "It's a total dump. No-one's allowed in my bedroom, ever. Except boyfriends." The word hung in the air between them. Jared had to keep pinching himself. The prettiest girl he had ever seen thought of *him* as her boyfriend.
"Make yourself comfortable," she continued, gesturing at the bed, "I need your help picking an outfit."
Jared perched tentatively on the edge of the bed. He felt a little as if he was intruding on her personal domain. It was only when she laughed at his hesitancy that he reclined more naturally on her unmade sheets. He was painfully aware that they smelled like her, that she had slept in this bed, sweated into it...
Mary was remarkably relaxed in front of him. She had no qualms with stripping to her underwear as she threw clothes on and off, finding the perfect combination. Jared demurely averted his eyes.
"It's OK, you can look!" She giggled. "I'm not sure what you're being so bashful about, we're boyfriend and girlfriend aren't we? Besides, you'll be snuffed in a few days, so enjoy it while you can."
Jared watched her a little more closely, while still being careful to avoid staring too hard. She was truly breathtaking; her curvy figure and soft belly were exactly what he had always fantasised about. He noticed with another lurch of arousal that her legs and armpits were unshaven. Her confidence and ease with herself were incredibly attractive.
"So," she said, "I don't know anything about you yet! Where do you go to college?"
Jared answered. It was a college Mary had considered, but had been rejected by. So he was a nerd, too. How delicious.
"Woah!" said Mary, "how did a cute genius end up as a birthday present?"
Jared blushed again. "I'm not a genius," he mumbled. "Just lucky, I guess. But I'm guessing this isn’t what your other friends do on their birthdays?"
"Ha! Not even close. They get the usual things - new phones, computers, designer dresses, jewellery... But my Daddy's got plenty of money, so I already have all those things. I had to ask for something special, so I told him what I really wanted for a present." She paused. "What I *needed*. A virgin boy of my own. Someone I can do whatever I like with. Even snuff if I want to."
Mary had finished choosing her clothes. A simple but stylish knee-length pink dress. "This is my favourite colour," she said.
"It suits you," said Jared, and meant it.
"Thanks!" she beamed. "Now let's dress *you* up. Daddy texted me to say he actually bought you a few options. He said you told him your clothes size when you two were chatting on that site."
Bernard had been remarkably thoughtful. He'd purchased several smart shirts and jackets for Jared. One combination of shirt, jacket and jeans looked so smart and dapper that Mary gasped.
"Oh, keep that on," she demanded. "You look amazing. All the other girls will be jealous of me. My date is so hot." She giggled with a girlish glee.
"Your daddy has been incredibly kind," said Jared. "You have a very nice home too, you're very lucky to live somewhere like this."
"We've got a good thing going here, haven't we? I get a cute boy for my birthday, you get a life of luxury for a few days." She paused for a moment. "Hey," she said with sudden seriousness. "Do you mind that I'm going to snuff you? I don't know if that would make me a bad person or not. But I can't help how I feel."
"I'm really excited about it. I mean, the money was great, my mom really needed the cash. But the idea of giving you the perfect birthday, of sacrificing my life for you... You know I've been dreaming forever about a perfect girl just like you, and a perfect way to die." Their eyes met and they exchanged a smile.
They lay around and chatted for a while. Jared was so happy, he felt his heart might burst. For a few days, he would live his dreams. He only hoped that she would really be as sadistic as her father had implied over the internet. He secretly hoped that she would torture him a little, really make him feel some pain... and that she wouldn't change her mind before the final snuff.
***
They caught the subway to the centre of the city. Mary had booked them a fancy restaurant without any input from her new boyfriend. Jared had always wanted to go to a place like this. It was high-end and expensive; the waiters wore tuxes and the menu had no prices. Mary seemed used to it and ordered confidently for both of them.
It had been hours but they hadn't run out of things to talk about. Mary told Jared about her family life. Her mother had sadly died young. That explained the doting of her father. He seemed to be indulging her every whim - and Jared was the ultimate whim.
Mary asked Jared in turn about his family. His father was absent - he had never met the man. His mother worked her hands to the bone, but her pay was barely above minimum wage. Jared's snuff payment would be a big help for them, but he hastened to reassure her once again that it had never been about the money for him. He was a true masochist, someone willing and eager to give his life for her.
The wine had made them both feel tipsy, and a little bolder with their flirting. Mary's foot found Jared's leg, and he caressed her calf under the table. She smiled warmly and playfully at him.
After the meal, bowling. They were both in a raucously good mood by now. They flirted and teased each other. Every joke one of them made was greeted with uninhibited laughter from the other. Mary was the more competitive player and she won by a healthy margin.
"You'll pay your loser's forfeit when we get home," she said breathily, and nibbled his earlobe.
She had to keep wiping the goofy grin from her face. Jared was *exactly* how she'd imagined her snuff-boy. A virgin, so he would be completely inexperienced. Good looking enough to make her friends jealous. A romantic, willing to treat her as a gentleman should. And, if he wasn't all talk, a true submissive, a toy which she could treat in any way she desired.
She resolved to put him to the test on that point when they got home.
They crept back up to her room, tipsily stage-whispering to each other in order not to wake Bernard. They fell on the bed in a heap of giggles. Jared kissed her on her lips, and she returned it with enthusiasm, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, tasting the wine on his breath.
"Tell me about your fantasies," said Mary. "How do you want me to hurt you?"
"Any pain is good," admitted Jared. "It's not really about what you do. It's about the fact that you enjoy it. I want you to really get off on my pain. Knowing that, I can endure anything."
Mary gave an involuntary little shudder of excitement. He was the one. "Anything?" she asked, with a teasing lilt in her voice.
"Anything," said Jared firmly. "As long as it turns you on."
Silently, Mary undressed Jared and pushed him onto the bed. He looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes and she felt a rush of hot arousal deep in her abdomen. She felt she had to possess him or she would go insane. Jared's eyes widened still further as she took her underwear off under her dress and threw them into the mass of dirty laundry strewn across the floor.
"I'm going to blindfold you now," she said in a low voice, brimming with sexual intent. "I'm going to put my pussy on your face. I know you haven't eaten pussy before, so just obey my instructions. Start with a flat tongue and lick slowly. If I want faster, I'll say faster. If I want you to tongue-fuck me, I'll say that too. While you do that, I'm going to hurt you. Don't you dare stop, no matter what happens to you."
She eyed his penis as she spoke. It was surprisingly large for such a slim and delicate boy. It twitched and strained at everything she said.
"If you cum halfway, I'm not going to stop," she warned, "it's over when I say it's over."
Another big twitch at that.
Robbed of sight under his blindfold, Jared was forced to rely on his other senses.
*What can I hear?* he thought. The sound of a plug going into a socket. A rustling, a jingling. *What can I smell?* Mary's bedsheets. The alcohol on her hot breath whenever she came near. *What can I feel?* Anticipation. His cock so hard it was hurting. The brush of Mary's dress against his skin.
Finally, the heat of her pussy above his face.
Mary gazed down at his perfect body, tracing her fingers over his chest. How delicious to take something so beautiful, and ruin it irreversibly. This boy had preserved his body for twenty years, working out, looking after it, and it was all for her sake. Now she could set about breaking it.
Gently, she settled back onto his lips. The feeling of his broad, flat tongue on her swollen clitoris was so good that she almost had an orgasm right there. *He's a natural,* she thought to herself, *Daddy did so well.*
A minute or two passed and Mary shuddered to her first climax on Jared's face. *Now the real fun can begin,* she thought.
She began by slapping Jared's cock. The way it bounced around under her blows was highly amusing. Jared moaned into her cunt but didn't allow himself to cum. The vibration of his groans was deeply pleasurable for Mary and to induce more, she slapped him harder and harder. Now a game of escalation began. First she began to punch his torso. No longer playing with an open hand, but more serious hits with a closed fist. One in his belly, a jab into his pelvis, a hook right onto the head of his penis. Jared twitched violently but made no move to defend himself. Mary had planned to tie him up if he involuntarily shielded himself, but it looked like that wouldn't be necessary.
Another big groan, another orgasm for Mary. She was panting now, her breathing as ragged as his. "Tongue-fuck me," she commanded, and Jared obeyed immediately. Now each blow was accompanied not just by a groan but by the delectable feeling of his tongue pushing further inside her, twitching against her. The escalation continued. Now Mary was drawing blood. She began to tear at him, her fingernails clawing into his chest. He cried in pain but, to her great satisfaction, his tongue continued its motion.
"I'm going to step things up a notch now," said Mary softly. "Remember, you can always use your safeword." Jared didn't stop licking but made a thumbs-up.
Mary flicked out her pen-knife. She drank in the sight of him one last time - the last time his body would be relatively unblemished. And then she began to carve into his chest. For the first time, his tongue paused, and he made a strangled sound. Then, weakly, shakily, he began to pleasure her again. Mary didn't stop cutting. It was a shallow wound, but clearly a painful one; the letter "M" on his left pectoral muscle. M for "Mary", M for "marked forever". Her ownership over his body was now permanent and visible. "I think I'll do another one," mused Mary aloud, and she repeated the process on his right thigh.
"Still hard!" she noted, genuinely impressed. Jared hadn't lied about being a masochist. His erection had not dipped a single centimetre since she began her assault.
*And now for the grand finale...* Mary thought. She picked up the hair straighteners that had been warming up by the side of the bed. Jared felt the heat from them before they had even touched his flesh and realised with a start what the noise of the plug had been. She was really going to burn him. He had never felt so turned on.
Mary gripped his other thigh between the hair straighteners and pressed down, hard. His flesh sizzled and seared. Jared felt himself go dizzy. Was it pain or just the sensation of heat? He didn't know, but the feeling was totally overwhelming. For the first time he stopped licking her totally, overcome by the sensation. He began to reach out with his hands but stopped at the last moment. He had promised to endure anything for her. Instead, they gripped the sheets, hard.
Mary didn't mind that Jared had stopped eating her out. She was proud that she had escalated her torture to the point where he was unable to think. Even so, as she branded his flesh, she couldn't stop herself bucking and rubbing on his immobile face, bringing herself to another shuddering orgasm in the process. This one was the strongest of all. The sight of his battered and burned body, the feeling of his muscles tense underneath her as he endured the pain, the sensation of his face underneath her pussy... They all combined to send her crashing over the edge. Afterwards, she felt completely satisfied.
"Phew," she said as she clambered off his face, "that was super intense!"
Jared smiled weakly at her. He looked pale and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Thank you, miss," he managed to say. "It was intense for me too."
"Don't you want to cum?" asked Mary. She gestured towards his rock-hard erection.
"Oh yes!" he moaned. "More than ever. But only when and if you allow it. I want to do this the right way."
Mary was pleased. He really was the perfect sub. The perfect boyfriend, the perfect birthday present. And he would only be around for a couple of days. The thought made Mary a little sad, but only for a moment.
"Well," she said, "I suppose I could reward you for being such a good pain-slut. You did keep licking all the way up to the moment I burned you." Mary considered. "OK, you've got a choice of three options. I can use use my hand get you off, or my mouth. Or... I could ride you." Mary smiled wickedly. She wanted his virginity.
Jared's reply was instant and emphatic. "I need to feel you on me," he panted.
"Good boy," she whispered, and climbed on top of him. Despite the girth of his cock, the torture and his tongue had made her so wet that he slipped in right away. She ground against him hard, not so much from her own desire - she was sated from earlier - but so she would feel the letter M and his burn on her ass and thighs as they touched.
The combination of sensation - of her cunt enveloping his penis and her flesh rubbing against his raw wounds - was too much. After just a few thrusts, Jared exploded into her, filling her with cum. "I'm so sorry!" he said bashfully. "I didn't mean to cum so quickly!"
She gave him a reassuring kiss on the forehead. "It's OK, babe. I knew it would happen fast, it was your first time. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
They cuddled for a while, and Mary soon found herself getting sleepy. Jared felt bad that he had bled on the bedsheets, so he changed them under Mary's direction, and then she dressed and bandaged his wounds. They fell asleep intertwined in each others' arms, Mary first, and then Jared, succumbing to exhaustion despite the throbbing pain in his chest and thighs.
Mary awoke the next morning still wrapped in the embrace of her new boyfriend. She felt safe and comforted in his arms. She snuggled tightly into him, breathing a contented sigh, and simply dozed with her face pressed into his neck until he roused.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, smiling.
"Morning, miss," Jared replied. The smile he returned to her was stronger than it had been after their session the night before. He felt much recovered after a night of sleep and ready to take whatever she could throw at him again.
The day passed in the bliss of their infatuation once again. Mary introduced him to her friends. He didn't think much of them - very shallow and preppy - but put on his most personable face to make Mary proud. She had a great deal of fun showing him off to them, holding hands and generally being publicly affectionate. She did mention casually at one point that he was going to be a snuff-boy for her birthday, but nobody really commented on it. Jared assumed that her predilections were already known to her friends. And besides, it wasn't illegal to consensually snuff somebody, even if some progressive types disapproved of the practice. The last time left-wing activists had tried to ban it, the motion had been defeated in parliament, so it was likely to remain legal for the foreseeable future. And besides, they were clearly in love. This wasn't a snuff just for money.
The couple had dinner with Bernard. Jared felt very relaxed with the older man now. They conversed easily and Jared felt Bernard's approval of him as a match for his daughter. It seemed absurd that in two days time, Jared's life would end. But this was all the sweeter because he had been given this perfect, golden time. A little oasis of love, and then a snuff that would give his life meaning.
Night time brought more torture. They experimented and explored new techniques together, always driven by Mary, but assented to willingly by Jared. That night, she decided they should prepare a little for the drowning. First, she tried out suffocating him over and over with a pillow, to get him used to having his breathing restricted. Then, they did a little home-spun waterboarding. Mary restrained Jared's wrists to the headboard of the bed. She covered his mouth and nose with a cloth and poured a jug of water slowly over his face. The sensation of drowning was so realistic that Jared panicked and came close to using his safeword. It took all his willpower to keep his mouth shut and bear the torture she was inflicting on him. After all, if he couldn't handle it in simulations, how could he handle the real thing? He didn't want to ruin Mary's birthday. He would be strong. For her.
Mary, in the meantime, was enjoying his muffled choking and gasping sounds, and the sensation of his body writhing and jerking underneath hers. "So cute!" she thought to herself, watching him struggle and twitch against his bonds. When he finally settled, she kissed him softly and said "That was amazing, Jared. You really are something else."
He smiled back at her, through tears.
"You can do anything to me," he told her. "I'll endure whatever it is. I can't explain why it feels so good, but it just does."
"Good," replied Mary, "because there's one last thing I'd like to do to you today."
Jared nodded eagerly.
"I want to cut off one of your fingers." She held his left hand up in the air. "This one. Your third finger." The one a wedding-ring would go onto.
Jared looked into her dark, hungry eyes. "Yes, miss," he whispered. "I'd love that."
Mary bit her lip in excitement and kissed him hard, tasting his salty tears on his lips. "If you'd really love it, then beg. Tell me why you want it."
"Please cut off my finger," he said, "It will hurt, but that's exciting. And I want you to be excited by it, too. It would turn me on so much to watch your eyes light up while I suffer."
"And why should I pick that finger?" Mary prompted. She knew exactly what she wanted him to say.
Jared didn't disappoint. "Because that finger should really bear your ring. But I won't get the opportunity to be your husband, because I will have died to please you. I will belong to you just as much, but in a different way. A better way, even. Because marriages can end. But dying for you - that's permanent."
Mary's eyes shone. Her breathing had grown rapid again and her face was flushed. She looked more beautiful than Jared had ever seen her.
"Say that again," she demanded. "Tell me I'll own you."
Jared said, with an air of finality, "You'll own me."
"Tell me that no one will ever own you the way I do," Mary continued.
"No one will ever own me the way you do. Not before, or after my death. Only you."
"Tell me you want to die," said Mary, urgently, her breath hot in his ear, "Beg to die for me."
"I want to die," said Jared, and meant it. "Please snuff me. And please, please, take my ring finger."
They fell on each other in an animalistic frenzy. Mary's pussy was sopping again. Jared entered her with no resistance. They fucked frantically. Mary bit his chest around the wound of her first carving, reopening the scab. He cried out but thrust even more vigorously in and out of her. Her fingernails drew blood from his back. The pleasure they shared was exquisite. When Mary orgasmed, Jared followed her seconds after.
They panted together, looking deeply at each other, still entangled in each other's limbs.
"OK," groaned Mary, "You've persuaded me. Let's take this finger. Right now." And she gripped the hand and extended the digit in question. It was already shaking in fear and arousal.
She looked up at Jared, who had paled. She thought that she'd have to persuade him again, or that he might even use his safeword. But instead he said "I can't wait, Miss. Do it. Take it. Please." And she did.
It wasn't a clean slice, the knife was not sharp enough to sever it in a single go. She had to saw and push to get it through. His screams of agony filled her with pleasure. The way he kept the finger still and in place for her was even more gratifying. It hurt, but it felt good. He wanted her to feel that thrill of taking a permanent piece of him, of marring his body so that it could never be whole again.
The stump was cauterised. Mary didn't want to waste time with a first-aid kit. The smell of Jared's flesh burning for the second time in as many days filled their nostrils. The sizzling sound was deeply erotic to Mary. Jared moaned and passed out.
When he awoke, she had finished the job. A bandage covered his amputated finger. She was still awake and waiting for him. Her face was streaked with tears.
"Miss?" Jared asked weakly. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course not, stupid," Mary said affectionately. "I was just thinking how perfect this would be if it could last forever. You're so cute and you do everything I ask, no matter what. And it feels good to you! I didn't even know boys like you really existed." She sighed. "But it's got to be this way. I've got to snuff you."
Jared felt a sudden rush of panic, a sense of impending loss. But of course she was right - his purpose here was to be her toy. To be her toy for a short time and then die. That was all. The feeling passed.
"It's OK, Miss," he said, "you've got me for one more day. And tomorrow is your birthday." His face lit up. "Tomorrow is snuff-day. You'll own me in the best possible way, forever and always."
She nodded and kissed his head and they drifted to sleep in each other's arms, both thinking of what would come the following day.
***
The day of the birthday party arrived. Mary cooked Jared a full breakfast. "It's a special day for me, but for you too," she said, "I want to do something nice for you, to show you how grateful I am that you've volunteered to be my birthday snuff." He blushed and smiled and ate heartily, savouring the meal that would possibly be his last.
Bernard let the young lovers have a few blissful hours together. But then he called Jared over to one side.
"Son," he said, "I just want to make sure you're happy. That you know what you've agreed to." Jared nodded earnestly. "OK," said Bernard, "I'm just going to check your safeword, OK? Just in case you've forgotten."
"It's 'pineapple'," said Jared. Bernard breathed a small sigh of relief.
"And when will you say it?" asked Bernard.
"Only when I've really reached the point where I don't think I can go any further." Jared smiled at the older man. "I promise you, Mr Miller. I'm going to do this for her."
"I know you will," said Bernard, feeling pride despite his worry. He really had picked the perfect present for his daughter. Jared had been expensive but totally worth it. "I've really taken to you, Jared. You have such a positive impact on my daughter. I've never seen her happier than in these few days. You'll make the best birthday she ever had." Jared beamed with pleasure.
Bernard looked a little sad. "It's a pity you're going to be snuffed," he added, "Mary could really do with a nice, reliable boyfriend. A good kid, like you. Well, you can't have everything." Jared looked at the floor and shuffled his feet a little.
"Well, let's not dwell too much. This is a happy occasion," said Bernard, "Let's go through some of the practicalities. You'll obviously accompany Mary during the party and serve her as she wishes. When the time comes, I've agreed to help out. We'll do it at about 7PM. I'm going to tie something heavy to your feet and throw you in the pool with one of the other boys at the party. Of course Mary isn't strong enough to do that. But I promise you, she'll be watching every second. Are you okay with that?"
Jared's eyes shone with excitement. "That sounds amazing," he said.
"OK, great!" Bernard looked happy and relieved. He clapped the younger man on the back and said, "Well, we have an hour or so before people arrive. Go spend some quality time with my daughter."
Mary had decided that her dress today would be green, to match Jared's eyes. They spent their time together kissing and fondling each other, talking and cuddling. Jared reflected on how perfect this time together had been. In some ways, though, he was glad that today was snuff day. He loved being tortured every night, but it was intense. The burns and cuts he had endured from Mary had weakened him considerably. Being snuffed today meant he still had the energy to put on a great show for Mary's birthday.
And what a show it was to be! The house looked spectacular, festooned in Mary's favourite pink. The cake was three tiers tall and covered in candles. But all Mary could think of was her boy, her wonderful boy who was going to do whatever she wanted for one more day. Who would die for her tonight. It would be the most special present she could imagine. Her eyes lit up with excitement whenever they rested on Jared, and she would kiss him spontaneously.
Her friends arrived. It was a fairly intimate affair, probably because of the sensitivities around snuffing someone at the party. Not everyone would agree with it. But Mary had hand-picked the guests and they all supported her in this choice.
Mary allowed the guests to torture Jared, provided it was nothing sexual. She was possessive, after all. He was *her* present, and would be snuffed by her alone. But they could certainly do their best to make him scream and cry in other ways, with her supervision. The boys especially liked using their fists on his already bruised and beaten torso. Jared's face became more and more flushed as time wore on. But Mary felt he could handle a lot more, so she allowed the boys to keep going. The girls were a little more tentative, but once they saw Mary was okay with it, they found it exciting to slap his face, punch his body and pull his hair. For Jared's part, he felt proud to be making Mary's birthday such an enjoyable event. And as a masochist, the beatings were an incredible thrill. He couldn't deny how much he was getting off on being the centre of attention for everyone at the party. Internally, he was willing them to go harder - after all, this was his last day. Why not really push him? It wasn't like he was going to feel it in the morning!
Then came the birthday cake. And Mary blowing out all the candles. A round of "happy birthday" sung to her, Jared's voice the loudest of all.
And finally, 7PM. The time that they had both been waiting for. Bernard had set up a heavy barbell weight, and he and Mary's other male friends stripped Jared naked in preparation. They tied his hands and feet together, and to the ankle rope they fastened the barbell. Jared's cock was standing upright, and everyone noticed. He felt a little embarrassed, but couldn't help it. Was it appropriate for him to be hard in front of all Mary's friends? Mary, though, was secretly proud. Her boy was such a perfect masochist. Even in this extreme situation, facing death, he couldn't stop his arousal from showing.
"Are you sure you want this?" she asked again. He looked at her with such longing and love.
"More than anything," he said. "I love you."
Mary blushed. "I know," she replied, "but it's nice to hear. And... you know I feel the same way." She leaned over to him, tied hand and foot, and gave him a passionate, lingering kiss.
Then she went to sit in her seat of honour, with the best view of the proceedings. Jared looked at her face and saw the same flushed look that came over her when she took his finger. She squirmed in her seat and rubbed her thighs together. The thought of his imminent drowning was turning her on immensely. Jared felt a surge of happiness that he could give her so much pleasure in this way.
"Please, do it now," he begged. And with one final check from Mary, they did. Bernard picked Jared up over his shoulder, and Mary's other friend picked up the barbell. On the count of three, they heaved both into the water.
The barbell sank, dragging Jared with it. Jared felt the water enter his nose and mouth, choking him, and tried to gasp, but that only made it worse. His body was wracked by the sensation, the pain, the desperate feeling of not being able to get air. But through his own spluttering and the bubbles, he saw the one face that was watching his ordeal. Her face. And her excitement. Her eyes were shining, fixed on his, as he struggled to breathe.
Mary watched her love struggle with a deep feeling of arousal pulsing through her body. This was it. He was really doing it. His whole existence, sacrificed for her, so she could have a happy birthday. It was so... romantic. Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged as she watched him take the pool water into his lungs. His thrashing was becoming weaker now. He was fading. She couldn't help it, even in front of all her friends and her father, she was having an orgasm just from watching him. She bit her lip and struggled to suppress her moans and shudders as she came, climaxing while the light in the eyes of her boyfriend faded away.
It was over. He was gone. Her first kill, her first snuff. The best present anyone had ever bought her.
The guests clapped. Bernard, who had watched his daughter carefully the entire time, took her to one side and hugged her tightly.
"Happy Birthday, sweetie. I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy," Mary replied. And then she wept.
Bernard held her tightly. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to.
After a while, the tears subsided. She sniffled and said, in a quiet voice, "I think I'll wait a while before getting another snuff-toy. Jared was so perfect."
"I know," replied her father, "but there will be other boys, you know."
She nodded, and wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve.
"I guess," she said, "but none will ever be as special as Jared. He was just right."
And with that, Mary went off to join the guests and enjoy the rest of her birthday. There would be a long night of celebration ahead.