gag gift

Another Christmas, another gym party, another Secret Santa. I knew I'd just get aftershave again. That's what I always got, even though I never wear it. The names were picked at random, so it must be different people buying things for me, but always with the same level of imagination. I picked out the package with my name on it. It was unusually small for a bottle of aftershave - perhaps just for once, someone might have given me something different? Something actually useful? I unwrapped it, but there was nothing in it. Nothing, that is, except for a small bunch of keys. But nothing useful. I guess the keys must have been the gift, but I didn't know what they might be for. I looked at them closer, they were round high-security keys, and there were four of them, in two pairs. But no note, no explanation, no clues. I thought it would be impolite to just throw them away, so I put them in my pocket and thought nothing more about them. An hour later, after several bottles of wine had been emptied around the office, Royd came up to me. He was looking very festive today, wearing a tight red sweatshirt showing off all his masculine and muscular curves and an uber short white spandex shorts. He's quite a shy guy, I'm not sure we'd spoken before so I was surprised he had come over to speak to me now.

"Hi Vas. Did you enjoy the Secret Santa thing? I just got some Christmas socks."

It can't be a coincidence, Royd coming over and asking about that after I got such a strange present. But I thought I'd play along with it. I said, "I just got a bunch of keys. No explanation, nothing."

Royd asked, "So what did you do with them?"

"I was going to throw them away." He looked shocked. "But I kept them." Relief.

"Well," he explained, "actually they were from me. It was a kind of a mistake, I shouldn't have done it. I mean, it was a kind of gag gift. Could I have them back?"

If he wants them back, they must be good for something. I asked, "So what are they for?"

He tried to look nonchalant. "Oh, nothing really. But could I have them?"

Aha, finally it was getting interesting! If it was something dull then he'd have told me. "So if they're for nothing, why do you want them? Why did you give them to me?"

Royd got flustered. "Well, I wanted you to know, and I thought about perhaps showing you, then I thought I couldn't, then I thought that if I gave them to you then I'd have to, then I thought I couldn't, but now I don't want to, but I do, and I don't know what to do!" He sat down, and his gorgeous deep mahogany brown eyes looked up at me.

"So it sounds like you gave them to me because you wanted to make yourself talk to me, is that it?"

"Yes. I've always...liked you. And you're always so popular, and I'm just me, and I couldn't just talk to you."

"Well, it's worked out well, because now we're talking. And you could have just come over and said 'Hi' to me any time."

Royd looked down. "Yes, I guess so. I'm just, you know..."

"Yes, I know you're an attractive matured guy that has nothing to be shy about." He smiled.

So these keys must be something important enough for him to force himself to talk to me. Whatever could that be?

I said, "So, about these keys then?"

"Oh, yes. Well, no, well, just, if you could give them back to me then I'll leave you alone and you won't have to talk to me again and it will all be over and done."

"I think you gave me the keys so you would have to talk to me, and you wanted to talk to me about whatever the keys are for."

Royd looked up at me, startled. "But I've never told anyone! I thought that I'd like to, and with you being you, and it's just so... just so..."

I though of all the things he might do next, but I couldn't have imagined what actually happened. He stood up, took a deep breath and closed his eyes tight. Then he took hold of the waistband of his shorts with both hands, and pulled it down to show me what was underneath. Shining steel. Perfectly polished steel underwear. And I could see some small round holes in it, that look just the same size as the keys I'd been given. My jaw dropped. "Wow."

Still with eyes shut and skirt lifted, he said, "I'm banned from the gym right, aren't I?"

"No, not at all. It's just so... unusual. Is it comfortable?"

He opened her eyes, and looked almost surprised at the question. "Yes, it's quite nice actually. Very... secure."

I wasn't quite sure what to do next. I said, "Do you wear it all the time?"

"No, just sometimes when I'm feeling adventurous."

I wasn't sure what 'adventurous' meant. I asked, "So is it to stop other men touching you?"

He looked shocked. "No, not at all - it's to stop me touching myself!"

I must have looked confused, because he added, "Sometimes it's nice to just not be able to, you know, pleasure yourself for a while, then it's all the better when you do get to do it after a while. So I use this to, ah, keep myself under control for a while."

Wow, so it's like some sort of bondage self-denial thing. I knew what he meant, sometimes when I felt horny I would deliberately just not do anything about it for a day, which would build up that horniness.

I asked, "So how long do you keep it on for?"

"Oh, only over night usually. I've worn it for a weekend sometimes."

"And do you usually give the keys away to strangers in the gym?"

He looked embarassed, and not for the first time tonight. "No, I usually leave the keys in my drawer in my gym locker overnight or over the weekend. Actually I've never given the keys to someone else."

So this attractive, massively muscled Asian bodybuilder had given me the keys to his virtue. Did he really want me to give them back? I wouldn't keep them against his will, but if he didn't want me to have them he wouldn't have given them to me. I thought about this. I said, "So as I understand it, you do things like leaving the keys to, what is that, a chastity belt?" Royd nodded. "You leave the keys in your locker over the weekend because you like not having control over them. And you've given me the keys also because you like not having control, you like the idea of giving up control to someone else. To me."

He was suspecting where I was going with this and he answered, "Um, yes."

"So when you ask me to return them, you don't 100% mean that, and a part of you would be disappointed if I did. But you ask because you're scared about what might happen."

"Um, yes."

"So if I were to tell you that I have a great respect for what you're doing, and I understand the trust you're putting in me, and that I would never abuse that trust, would you then want me to keep hold of your keys?"

He gulped. "Um, yes."

Now's the time to challenge him. "Say it."

"What?"

"Say what you want."

Royd looked confused. But he finally said, "Would you keep my keys?"

I laughed. "Say it like you mean it, or I'm going to give you the keys back right now."

Then he understood the game. He bowed his head, but still looking at me. "Please would you look after my chastity belt keys for me, Sir."

"Well done. You can keep calling me 'Sir'. So tell me why you need me to keep them from you."

He smiled. "Because I want you to stop me from jacking off, Sir. I want you to keep me as horny as I am right now, without release until you choose, Sir."

I too was getting very hot and horny, hearing him say that. I don't know if he'd seen the big bulge that had formed in my pants.

I smiled. "Very good. You can consider yourself secured, and your masturbation habit under my control until... well, until I choose otherwise."

"Thank you, Sir. Um, and I would like you to know that, when you do choose to release me from my bonds, and release the barrier to my pent up orgasm, you may if you wish... assist me to that orgasm by any means that you feel is appropriate."

For a professed shy guy, he was quite forward. "Royd, are you asking me to fuck you?"

"Um, Yes, Sir, if it should please you."

I was getting hornier by the second, but didn't want to give too much away. "If I feel so inclined at the time, I may or may not do so. You will have to wait and see."

He put his hand out to touch the bulge that my hard cock was making. He said, "I have a great need for some sexual release right now, and since I know I can't get it myself, I need to give it to someone else."

I sat down and spread my legs as he unzipped my fly and sucked my cock into his mouth, for the first time but not the last.

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Saturday finally arrived. Royd had been quite flirty with me in the gym, perhaps hoping for a release. I tried to play it cool, but just said that he should meet me in a local bar at 8pm the following Saturday. I had been horny all week, wanking like mad at the thought of Royd lying in bed trying to grope himrself and failing, and that I would soon unlock his passion. The holiday party during which he had handed over keys was on a Tuesday, and the longest he'd ever worn the chastity belt for before was a weekend, so I thought the following Saturday would be a good time to get him hot and horny without overdoing it. I had told him to dress to impress, and he had not disappointed me. He wore a skin tight, lycra black tank top which from the front had a v-cut that was open almost down to the waist, showing off his great pendulous pecs, and the back was almost completely backless. The white shorts he wore today was even shorter than the shorts he wore before, in fact it was so short that I expect I could have seen the chastity belt if he turned. He wore a pair of black lace-up army boots. We stood at the bar as I ordered drinks. Royd said, "There's something I have to do. These are for you, Sir," and he put another pair of round keys onto the bar.

I put them in my pocket and said, "What are these for?" I guessed it was something else locked onto him, but what he was wearing didn't hide very much.

He smiled and said, "You'll find out later."

I pulled up a high bar chair and sat on it. He pulled one up, sat down but then said, "Oh!" and stood again. He tried to sit again, very gently lowering himself onto the chair, but winced and then said, "It's okay, I'll stand."

I stood too. I said, "I've been reading up on chastity belts. I see that some of them come with a lockable rear bar that can be used to hold something in the wearer's arse which then can't be removed. That wouldn't explain the new keys and the sitting problem, would it?"

"Yes, Sir. I've used the rear bar a few times before, but tonight I'm trying a bigger anal buttplug than I usually use. And it is, as you say, fully secured in place until you decide otherwise, Sir."

This guy was quite a masochist, and was giving me a lot of power over him. And I loved it. We had a few more drinks and talked about life and particularly our sex lives. He'd had a few partners in the past, but not since he started playing with her chastity belt, as he never thought anyone would understand it.

I said to her, "Would you care to accompany me to my place?"

His eyes widened, as did his smile. "Yes, I think I can do that this evening."

I got Royd back to my flat. As soon as we got through the door, I took him in a long, slow kiss. I ripped the shoulder straps holding the tank top around his massive neck, and the tank top fell to the ground. I then ripped the short shorts he had on, leaving him naked except his boots and of course his gleaming chastity belt.

I said to him, "Undress me."

I stood as he slowly and lovingly removed everything I was wearing, carefully folding up my shirt and my pants. He knelt in front of me, staring at my hard cock, then staring up at me and said, "Sir, may I?"

"You may."

He kissed the tip of my cock, then slowly drew its length into his mouth. He pumped up and down, working his tongue around the tip and along the shaft. As I watched him, I saw his right hand was down where his cockhead should have been, it was frantically rubbing the front of his belt but getting him nowhere. Before he took me too far, I told him to go lie on my bed. His eyes widened when he saw me walk in with a large hank of rope.

"Oh yes, if you're going to get unlocked then don't go thinking you're going to be able to just do whatever you like. You're going into bondage if you want your freedom."

Royd smiled. "Where do you want me?"

Soon I had him secured down where I wanted him. He lay on his back, his hands were tied up to the top corners of my bed, and his knees were pulled up and tied to each elbow, which kept his legs apart and beautifully presented his chastity belt secured cock and balls and his arse to me. I got a close look at the belt. There was one lock around the waist, but another which was securing a mesh panel over his cock. He explained it was a secondary shield, and prevented him from touching the cock lips which were squeezed through a slit in the main belt. I found the key and unlocked the shield.

When I touched the parts of his cock that were then exposed, he cried out as though it was a full orgasm. He said, "My God, I've been wanting to do that ever since I locked the belt on. It feels wonderful after so long."

I played with his cock for a while, enjoying his reaction. Then I said to him, "So are you ready for a good hard fucking?"

"Yes, Sir!" was all he could scream.

But I had something different in mind. I unlocked the rear bar of his belt, and pulled out a sizeable buttplug from his arse. Then I pushed my cock into the waiting hole which had been stretched all evening.

As I pushed in I said to him, "Have you been fucked in the arse before?"

"Yes a few times, but I've always been able to play with my cock while anyone's done it. Getting fucked this way while being tied up and locked up is just so frustrating!"
I was pumping in and out. "Well you said you wanted to get fucked, didn't you?"

He could say nothing, just moan with sensations received and sensations denied.

I only continued a few minutes, I wasn't going to be as cruel as to limit my penetration of him to only two holes.

I pulled out, then unlocked his main belt. First I brushed cock and balls with my cock, then I blew gently over the flaring head of his engorged cock.

He cried out with ecstasy and frustration, getting new sensations he'd been longing for but still denied that final closure.

I leaned over to his head and said, "Thank you for the gag gift you gave me. Now I have one for you," and I secured a rubber ball into his mouth with leather straps around his head. After some more playing with his heightened nerve endings, I thrust my way into his muscled asskunt, but staying shallow and keeping away from his prostrate so limiting the sensations he was getting. He yelled and screamed. I yelled and screamed. Finally I went full in, giving him all I had got, and pounding his prostate hard. After so long having been denied, he was getting an intense full sex experience and so was I. As I heard him reach his point of no return, I shot my load, cum pumping through my cock as he hit new decibels and octaves of orgasmic outpouring. Soon it was all over, and we were both spent, and fell to sleep instantly in each other's arms.


When he woke, Royd found that the ropes had been removed but his chastity belt was back on, secondary shield in place with an even bigger and thicker buttplug this time. As I was making breakfast, I said, "I went out this morning and not only bought you the largest buttplug I could find, but I also dropped the keys to your chastity belt into the overnight box for my bank safety deposit box. I figured you seemed to enjoy last night and that was only after a few days of lockdown, so think about what it will be like after a few weeks. Or perhaps even a few months. What do you think of that?"

His jaw dropped with shock, he was speechless. Then his hand moved down over his metal cage and smiled, and he said, "Thank you, Sir."