It was Valentine's Day evening.

The fire in the fire place blazed cheerfully and supplanted the February night's cold. On a dais close to the fire place a naked boy was kneeling. Soft silk ribbons pulled his hands toward the ceiling and kept his knees against the rim of the dais – far apart. The flames endowed his light skin with a golden cherry glow. He was very beautiful. A scarf around his head covering his eyes had increased his sensitivity for the flames' crackling, the smell of birchwood and for the finger, which caressed his inner thigh.

”How does it feel?” whispered the man into the boy's ear.

”I lo...”

”Shhh,” whispered the man. ”I love you too.”

The boy made a small twitch, as the finger reached his hairless genitals, and his penis hardened by the light touch.

”Are you ready?” the man whispered. ”A box with chocolate and twelve small notes. One for each of your years of living. Is that to be your Valentine's present?”

The boy nodded eagerly.

”Taste this.” The man pressed a piece of chocolate against the boy's lips. He took a bite.

”Coconut.”

The man tasted the chocolate. ”Yes, it is coconut.”

”Read the note,” said the boy.

The man found the note marked 'coconut', opened it and read. He smiled kindly of the boyish handwriting, while he read aloud.

”Coconut: tie me to the bed and tickle me endlessly.”

”How sympathetic.” The man laughed and gave the boy's penis a little flick. ”There will be plenty of time for that.”

”One more,” the boy whispered in suspense.

The man put another piece of chocolate to the boy's mouth.

”Caramel.”

”Right,” the man confirmed. ”It is caramel.”

He read the note marked 'caramel'.

”Caramel: A whole night's caress, but I am not allowed to cum.”

”We both can have pleasure from that,” the man smiled.

The boy giggled, and for a moment they both laughed, until the echos of their laughter died out , and the crackling fire again was the only sound.

”Enough for to night?” The man lightly squeezed the boy's genitals, but the boy shook his head.

”Well, as you wish, here you have one more.”

The boy tasted the chocolate and hesitated. ”Strawberry.” But this time he did not smile. The man took up the note named 'strawberry'. His voice got deeper and more slowly while reading.

”Strawberry: 'Hang me upside down and whip my inner thighs with the bamboo cane.'”

”Please, don't do it. Let me get off. I wrote it just for fun.” The boy was close to crying.

”I know you,” then man replied. ”Exactly as you know me. You do nothing just for fun. Your wishes are the same as mine. You wanted this Valentine's evening to be something special."

”One more please, ” the boy said.

”As you wish. It is your Valentine's present."

A new piece of chocolate touched the boy's lips. Then his head moved back abruptly.

”NO!” He cried. ”Let me choose another one!”

The man tasted the chocolate himself.

”It is vanilla,” he said, ”what can be so special about that?”

The sound of a letter being opened drowned for a moment the crackling fire. For a long time he read in silence. The boy's face was pale as birch ash. When the man spoke his voice was hoarse.

”The big prize.”

Tears ran down the boy's face.

”I didn't knew there was vanilla in the box,” he whispered.

”You wrote this lines with you most secret wishes. If you didn't wanted it, you would not have written it.”

The man's mouth was close to the boy's ear, his fingers cupped the boy's testicles while reading aloud.

”'Vanilla: In the cellar, naked and blindfolded. Licking your ass and sucking your cock. My genitals tortured for two hours. Then the tip of my cock chopped off, and my balls removed from scrotum. All kept in a jar. Screaming, screaming through endless hours.”

”I didn't know,” the boy's voice was hardly audible.

”You didn't know there was vanilla in the box, but if you didn't want it, you would not have written as you did, and you would not have arrived today, just in the beginning of the vacation. You would not have told your parents, that you were on winter holidays, with your classmates. You didn't know there was vanilla in the box, but secretly you wanted it.”

The boy whimpered a bit and bowed his head accepting his fate. The man loosened the silk ribbons holding the boy's hands and knees, then lifted his lovely victim and went for the cellar. Soon, desperate shrieks from a boy in unbearable pain rose through the dark house.

***

Several hours later the man came back. Alone. He was tired. The boy's last hoarse prayer for mercy echoed in his ears. The fire had almost burned down. He sat down and placed a little jar with the boy’s genitals on the table. Absent-mindedly he took a piece of chocolate from the still-open box: 'Nougat,'" he established.

Without deeper thought he took the letter marked 'Nougat', and read:

”Nougat: A shoulder to cry on, a hug when I need it. A kiss when I want it.”

The man crumpled up the paper and threw it into the flames. A short flare and it was gone.

”Happy Valentine's Evening,” he said to the empty room.