Agreeing our relationship
In the bedroom, I found he’d laid out brand new shirt, slacks, socks an expensive trainers for me.
“Dave, what’s this? I mean, it’s all nice, but … you didn’t need to buy me new clothes!”
“Yes, I did.” He said joining me from the living room. “I want you to feel, and dress, as good as you look, love. Now stop with the objections and arguments, and get ready—I’ve a table booked.”
“But …,” I stopped, taking in his outfit. “Damn, you look a million dollars. Where are. You taking me?”
“A surprise. We’re celebrating, remember? So get the glad rags on, love, the taxi will be downstairs in ten minutes.” His kiss teased, as he laughed. “Fetching as you look in that gorgeous belt, love, it’s not really enough for a night of celebration.”
“If you insist …” laughing and feeling cheeky, I dressed. He’d really pushed the boat out. The trainers, the slacks and the shirt were expensive labels. The kind of stuff I often admired, but knew I could never afford. I said so, again, but Dave brushed this aside.
To my relief the chastity belt didn’t show in the new slacks, which fitted beautifully. Remembering he’d said I’d find his key under my pillow, I checked. The key, on a neat neck chain, was there, so I slipped it round my neck and dropped the key inside my shirt. Joining him in the entrance hall I found there was a new and again, expensive, top coat waiting as we went down to the taxi.
It bothered me that he appeared to be showering me in ‘gifts’, almost as if he felt he needed to pay me for living with him and loving him. The truth was that I really had no idea why, but I did love him. We had such different backgrounds—he educated despite what he said—and me … well, from the wrong end of town, all but penniless and with no prospects. I didn’t want to be seen as a ‘gold digger’ and parasite, I wanted to be seen as being a contributor to our home and ‘family’.
“Dave,” I began as he locked the door. “I know you’re trying to spoil me, but I don’t need all these gifts and things … I’d love you even if we only had beans on toast to eat.”
“You don’t like the outfit?”
“I love them, but I don’t want to be ‘a kept lover’, Dave. I have a job, not a great one, but I do earn and should pay my way too …” The arrival of the taxi prevented further discussion, so I dropped it, but I could tell he’d taken it to heart.
The evening was perfect, the food fabulous and Dave was well on form. We talked about current events, the flood damage, what it had been like living in the ‘New Town’ area, and the kind of things we did—besides sex—to amuse ourselves. Prompted by Dave, I told him about my family and why I had so little contact with my sisters or my mother. For his part he shared that he was a ‘black sheep’ in his family and that they lived in another city some distance away, though I gathered that he had had an aunt—also something of a black sheep—who’d taken him in when he ran away from the expensive school he hated. That explained how he’d ended up in the same school I’d attended about five years ahead of me.
“The family was furious, fetched me herself and brought me here—to her home.” he shrugged, “and the old girl told them to get stuffed and threatened to turn it into the kind of scandal they really work hard to avoid.” His grimace said a lot. “They’re so full of themselves … Anyway, Aunt Terry forced them to back off and basically gave me a licence to learn to be myself. Left me a nice little inheritance too—much to my father’s fury.”
In the living room on our return home, Dave turned to face me and wrapped me in a hug.
“Tom, I love you, and I can’t help wanting to give you everything I can …”
“Dave, you have already given me far more than you know. Starting with yourself.” I kissed him before he could respond. “You have taken me into your life, given me a place in your home, taught me how to make love and to love you … I don’t need much more, love, just you.” He made to interrupt, but I put my finger on his lips and stopped him. “No, love, I’m not rejecting you, or any of the things you’re showering me with. Everything I’ve seen since I came to live with you tells me that you’ve got more money than I could ever earn, and I accept that. I’m a broke Gay who’ll never amount to anything and I know it.”
He made to interrupt again, and again I stopped him.
“No, love, hear me out. I’ve got nothing but the stuff you saw in my flat, and my job. I don’t want to be dependent on you or anyone else, but I love you more than anything in the world, I don’t know why, but I do. I can’t offer you anything like what you’re giving me … so, here’s what I’m suggesting. I keep working, pay a contribution for my food, lodge and so on, and I take on housekeeping for us both. Second—no let me finish—I’m going to give myself to you for this weekend and as often as you want me in future. You’ve got the key to this chastity belt I’m wearing, and as long as you wish I’m yours to use, play with, whatever from now until Sunday night, and every night from then on.” I kissed him firmly before he could reply. “So here I am, my present to you. Me.”
Then I began to ease him out of his jacket, and unbutton his shirt.
“Tom, wait, you can’t be serious … you can’t just ‘give’ yourself to me …”
“Why not? It’s all I have to give the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met by way of thanking him for giving a stranger shelter from a flood, saving my life by stopping me, inviting me to share his life and his flat …” Kissing him again to stop his protest, I continued undressing him, “And let’s not forget his teaching me how beautiful it is to make love to someone that loves you.”
“But …”
“No but, love.” I smiled. “Why not unwrap your present and let him unlock that fascinating thing preventing you from feeding him on what it contains? Maybe even teaching him what you really, really enjoy …?”
For a moment, he stood stock still, then he smiled, and after a moment laughed. His arms wrapped round me and he hugged, his mouth seeking mine for a firm and possessive kiss.
“I knew as soon as I saw you standing in the entrance, looking like a drowned rat, that I loved you, Tom. All I want right now, is you.”
“Then enjoy whatever you want from me, my love.” Holding him I my arms, I continued, “Teach me how you like to make love. Teach me how to be your lover and partner.”
“Then let me unwrap my present, so I can take him to the bedroom and we can learn together.” Easing me out of my jacket, he unbuttoned the beautiful shirt he’d given me, then released my flies as I kicked off my trainers, and stepped out of my slacks as he lowered them for me. Each item of clothing came off with a kiss until I was wearing, as he was, nothing but the chastity belt. Scooping me in his arms he laughed. “The present of my dreams! The best present a man could wish for …”
Our mouths met and his kiss was as hungry as mine.
Unlocking Dave’s chastity belt, I dismantled it, and before he could object began to kiss, lick and pleasure his freed genitals. I already knew several tricks that drove him crazy in the nicest way, and soon had him on the bed so I could really focus on pleasing him. Just as I sensed he was close to emptying those beautiful balls, he stopped me.
“You’re all mine for the whole weekend?” He asked, holding my hands.
“Yes, love. I said so. I made a present of myself and I’m all yours.”
“Then stay right here. Don’t move.” He grinned. “I want to fetch a couple of things …”
“I obey, my beautiful owner …” I teased, laying back, my shiny genital prison on display.
With a laugh, and a blown kiss, he left and I heard the door to the workshop open. For several minutes I lay listening until I heard him close the door. Then he was in the room, grinning from ear to ear.
“Reach for the headboard, Tom.” Straddling my stomach, he grinned, depositing the things he was holding next to me. “I’m going to have fun with my present. And I’m going to start by making sure he doesn’t run away …”
“No fear of me running …” I began, then stopped as he fitted a heavy rubber cuff to my right wrist, and repeated this with my left wrist. Laughing as I discovered these were now attached to the ends of the headboard, I commented, “You’re serious—and I love it!”
“You do?” Grinning wickedly, he picked up another of the items he’d fetched. “You enjoy being helpless for your lover?”
“I guess I’m going to find out,” I retorted. “I’ve never really tried it—but it always looked like fun in a video or a magazine …” Looking at the item he was holding, I asked, Isn’t that a sensory deprivation hood? What are you going to do with it?”
“Put it on you, of course.” Slowly and deliberately, making sure I could see the thing, he continued, “This one is my own design. Built it myself. With this on you can see and hear absolutely nothing, the mouth opening allows the wearer to be fucked in his mouth, or be gagged, but not to speak—and the gag means any noise he makes is inaudible …”
“And I get the feeling I’m about to find out what wearing it is like …” The pressure in my chastity belt was getting very uncomfortable.
“Got it in one, Tom.” Lowering his face to mine, he kissed me gently. “Are you game for this?”
“Yes, love.” Smiling as he straightened up, I added, “For you, I’m game. And if this is how you like to play …” Thrusting gently with my hips against his butt, I finished. “Then I’m always game.”
The hood enclosed my head and he was not kidding. Once he’d closed the double zip and locked the collar I could hear absolutely nothing, and there wasn’t a glimmer of light. Breathing seemed to be through soft inserts into my nostrils, and the tube holding my mouth open was soon filled by a detailed rubber penis gag. Then he attached my ankles to the foot board of the bed with more cuffs and short chains. That left me spread like the famous vitruvian man drawing.
It was intense, but, for me, somehow calming. The hood rendered me helpless even without the chains attached to the cuffs holding me to the bed. I trusted Dave completely and felt absolutely safe surrendering control of myself to him. Only my crotch was very uncomfortable, trapped in the chastity belt. He must have known this because I became aware that he was unlocking it, and then slowly removing it. The relief as my member was finally released from the now extremely tight and uncomfortably curved tube was enormous.
The touch of his lips as he kissed the leaking slit sent a shudder of pleasure through me, but then … nothing further happened.
Time is difficult to gauge when you have no sense of any stimulus, and that was what I now faced. I lay, helpless, cut off from any sound or sight, and movement around me. The only ‘scent’ in my nose was the strong scent of the rubber hood, and the only sound, my own heart beat.
I jumped in surprise as a gentle touch lifted my scrotum and a thin loop tightened around the ‘neck’ of it. I shivered again as gentle fingers lifted my stiff penis, and something soft and elastic fitted over my taut ‘head’. My body jerked and I yelled against the gag as a sharp jolt stung my glans. Then there was nothing further except the gentle fitting of a soft band round the root of my cock. I knew what was coming now … Even so the sharp zap, zap, zap to my balls, my glans and then the root of my cock had me straining against the cuffs holding me and, if I could have heard it, a bleating noise from the gag in my mouth.
The pattern repeated several times at different strengths, then became random, with longer and longer intervals between zaps. Trapped in my own head, I could simply endure, and very slowly came to enjoy the anticipation. It was almost disappointing to feel the removal of the electrodes and then to have him very gently and tenderly start to give me ‘head’. The final ejaculation I got was, however, out of this world and worth every second of the torture.
With the hood removed and the cuffs released, Dave slipped his arms round me, and drawing me into a hug, kissed me tenderly.
“Any regrets, my love?” He whispered.
“None, my darling. No! One. I wish I’d tried that sooner!” Wrapping my arms round him, I kissed him, then smiled. “You can do that to me again sometime if it’s what you really enjoy, love. That hood is something else, and there’s something about being totally in your lovers power …”
“There is, isn’t there.” Kissing me again, he said, “You know, if you’re up for it, I could use a test subject sometimes for trying out a prototype of a new design.”
“Be glad too, my gorgeous. Any time you need me.”
