Gag Gifts 2

Patrick despised his birthday. Every year he would turn another year older and have almost nothing to show for it. The husky couldn’t seem to hold down a steady job to save his life. This year was that much worse. His birthday had snuck up on him, just like the impending notice that he was being let go after only a month on the job. Just that morning he had been thinking that somehow this year would be different, this would be the one that turned his life around.

Unfortunately he hadn’t realized just how right he was. As he sat in his car, engine still running, he looked over at the box filled with the few personal possessions he had taken to the office over the past couple of weeks. He couldn’t bring himself to shut off the engine, shutting it off would mean admitting that it was over. In the rear view mirror he saw a small mail car pull up to the edge of his driveway. The mailman paid no attention to Patrick as he stuffed the mailbox with various envelopes and a brown package. As he drove off to his next destination, the husky came to his senses and shut the car down and made his way to the mailbox. This might have been one of the worst days of his life, but just seeing the mail still being delivered proved to him that the rest of the world was still turning.

Mixed in with a couple of credit card offers was a small brown box addressed to him. The strange thing about it was how it contained no return address or indication of who sent it. As he made his way inside, he shook the box and held it up to his ear. Whatever was inside, it barely made a sound.

“No ticking, guess that’s a good sign.” He sighed, setting it off to the side as he took a pair of scissors to the other envelopes. Credit cards would only wind up getting him into more trouble, he already had a couple that he was having trouble paying off. Even as he sat there cutting away at the other envelopes, his mind constantly drifted back to the package. There was a primal urge firing up within him to find out what it contained.

He brought it back to his room and set it down on his bed, with his sharpened pinky claw, he slit through the tape and revealed the prize inside. A silver foil box and card held together by a gold bow. He could just about see himself in the reflection of the wrapping. He pulled out the card and read through it.

‘Pat, you’ve been through some hard times, but I want you to know that people care about you. Happy Birthday to an extraordinary husky and good friend. – Rhyme’

The husky half smirked. This was a welcome ray of light on such a dark day. He tore open the package, anxious to see what his friend had given. His brow furled when he saw the contents appear underneath the torn scraps of paper. 

“What the… why would he send me this as a birthday present?” Patrick furled an eyebrow at the leather that greeted him. He had only mentioned once that he was into bondage and he had hoped beyond anything that everyone was too drunk to remember him saying it. Rhyme appeared to remember though, his birthday present consisted of a small assortment of bondage related items.

Sitting on the top of the pile was a ball gag, he reached out and touched it, planning on picking it up to check out the size. As he did so, the item glowed, the straps jumped and latched themselves around the back of his head, forcing his mouth open to accept the gag. Patrick let out a muffled scream, his arms flew up instinctively to grasp at the clasps. He reached a paw around to the back of his head, feeling the metal hook, he pulled with all of his might but it was latched firmly in place. His attempts were futile.

He turned his attention back to the box, it must have come with some kind of instructions. He reached down and began sifting through the various other contents. As his paws brushed up against each individual item, it would come to life with a similar green glow. The first was a leather mask, it pulled itself over the husky’s face and zipped down in the back. There were too small holes for him to breathe out, and two pinholes for him to see, but his breathing and vision had been greatly reduced by the object. Tugging at the zipper of the mask, he found that it too seemed to be stuck in place.

He whimpered and tried to make his way back to the box. This time he knew better than to reach inside, instead he dumped the contents out onto his bed. A square sheet of paper that looked like a manual tumbled out onto the bed. He reached forward, expecting to pick up the small booklet, but realized far too late that his paw had brushed up against more loose pieces. A string of leather shot out and attached itself to his wrists, pulling them behind his back. Another string flew to his legs, wrapping them up.

The husky tried to keep his balance through the ordeal, hopping and tugging to try to get the bonds off of his arms and legs. He couldn’t catch himself as he fell forward onto the floor. He continued to whimper and struggle. The more force he expended trying to get everything off of him, the tighter it seemed to pull. He was certain if he could see his wrists, they would be reddened from the burn of the ropes. He closed his eyes and retreated inward. There was no way this day could get any worse.

Then he heard his front door open. Had he forgotten to lock it? Who would possibly have come to see him today? His mind raced with all the possibilities, knowing that no matter who it was, this was not the position he wanted them to find him in. He stopped struggling against the bonds, listening for the sound of footsteps creeping through the hallway. He released a heavy breath as whoever was out there moved past his door and continued down the hall. Patrick inched himself forward on the floor, slowly and quietly trying to make his way to a wall to prop himself up. Just as he reached the wall, the door of his room creaked open and the intruder stepped inside.

“Ah there you are! I see you’re enjoying your presents.” Rhyme’s voice echoed throughout the bedroom. For a moment Pat felt he had some hope in his situation. Rhyme had given him the gift, he would surely know how to remove them. Patrick tried to cry out, to tell his friend that he was trapped and needed help, but the ball gag made everything sound like a similar whimper.

“Yeah, I had a feeling you’d be into this. Don’t worry, I just came here to collect something and I’ll let you return to enjoying your captivity” Rhyme’s footsteps got louder as he made his way over to the bound husky.

***

Rhyme made his way over to Patrick, grinning the entire time. The husky was still whimpering his pleas but Rhyme wasn’t about to let him out of his fantasy so easily. He reached down and hoisted Patrick to his feet, pulling with all of his energy to get the guy up into his arms. He carried his friend over to the bed and dropped him onto the soft mattress. He was here to collect his prize.

Rhyme reached down and placed one hand on the husky’s jeans. With a flick of his paw, he unfastened the button and peeled back the first layer of clothing. He chuckled, catching a glimpse of the husky’s gray smiley face boxers. He had always assumed his friend to be a briefs kind of guy.

Patrick thrashed about a bit on the bed, but with all of the restraints it only proved to be a mild inconvenience to the fox. Rhyme pulled his friend’s hips up off the mattress and pulled the jeans down, stopping at the point where they had been tied together by the length of leather rope. Patrick continued to whimper, but his resistance all but ceased.

Rhyme slid the boxers down, having to stretch the elastic to slip them over the husky’s growing bulge. Patrick had told him all about his fantasies of being reduced to nothing but a plaything. The group had been drinking heavily, or so they all thought. Rhyme’s vodka that night had been switched out for the less impressive water early on. He never imagined all of the juicy details he would get simply because they all thought he was wasted.

Patrick in particular had been the most telling. He had described his fantasy of being caught bound by a friend, nothing but a toy to his captor. On this birthday Rhyme decided to make that fantasy a reality.

The fox pulled the boxers down over the member, staring in awe of his friend’s girth. This toy would soon be his. He pulled out a pair of the underwear and removed it from the package. A rubber ring sewn into the fabric was ready to accept the cock before him.

Rhyme reached out and took hold of his friend’s dick, eliciting a small jolt from the husky. Patrick began to whimper again, not knowing what was about to happen. The fox maneuvered the boxers over the cock and pushed it through from the base, using his other hand to pull at the tip. As he reached the knot, he realized that it was going to be a bit difficult to do this with Patrick already hard as a rock.

Rhyme pushed the ring with one paw and pulled at the tip with his other, eliciting what sounded like a muffled scream from the bound puppy. With a loud pop, the knot pulled through the ring. He continued to pull until the fabric was flush with the base of his friend’s dick, and then poked the puppy balls through the somewhat expanded ring. He hadn’t seen this at work with his other friend so he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

The boxers ring glowed green for a moment before the entire thing pulled away from Patrick, sliding down onto the bed to the side. It really worked. Rhyme couldn’t believe his eyes. The husky cock was still protruding from the boxers, but the boxers were nowhere near the husky. His friend looked like a giant bound ken doll. Poor Patrick didn’t have any clue what had just happened.

Rhyme picked up the boxers and examined them inside and out. From the inside, where the ring was sewn into the fabric, Rhyme could see a blank patch of skin, no fur or anything. He rubbed at the skin and the cock bounced playfully in front of his face. He bunched up the fabric and held his prize at its base. Patrick was still wiggling on the bed, attempting to get a better look at what was happening. Rhyme sat his friend up on the edge of the bed and slapped Patrick’s hooded face with the object that had previously been attached to him. The response was immediate, Patrick seemed stunned to have both been slapped and taken a hit to his member. The husky began screaming into his gag.

“Calm down, you’ll get it back eventually.” Rhyme held the member up to the two nose holes in the mask, knowing that Patrick’s tracking senses would pick up on his own musk and paint him a picture of what was going on. Rhyme threw his new toy into his bag and left the room, stopping only momentarily at the doorway to give the husky a clue on how to remove the enchanted bondage pieces. He didn’t wait to see the result or how Pat would react to being dickless.