A Senior Year Surprise

"You mind if I take a plate?" Hayley asks, pointing at the 45 pound plates on the back of the belt squat.

"Yeah, go ahead." I answer putting down my water, unsure of why she wouldn't just take a plate off of a different machine.

It's not a huge deal since I only have one set left, but we're the only people here and she could easily just take weights off of another machine.

I finish my set, unload the weights and wipe the machine down, turning toward the glute drive.

I begin loading weights onto the glute drive and take a sip of water looking in the mirror. I see Hayley's back turned to me as she lifts up the bar and begins her set of RDL's, her amazing ass and legs outlined by her skin tight navy blue spandex pants.

We're the only people ever at the gym this late, since we live basically the same life.

Both 18, just started our senior year at the same high school, and we even work at the same grocery store.

However, we do not have the kind of relationship that you may expect for two young people that have so much time together. While certainly a friendly relationship, we aren't super close and don't talk about much other than the gym.

I'd be lying if I said she's unattractive, she's absolutely gorgeous.

Her auburn red hair is striking, her breasts are incredibly distracting when you're around her and she has the legs of a bull.

The thing is, I know how she dates.

She's a popular girl who dates the popular and athletic type of guy for a few weeks, or maybe a couple months at most.

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A couple of sets later, I see her collect her bag and leave.

I finish my last few sets, wipe down the machine and leave at almost 10 o'clock.

I'm a bit surprised to see her car still here, considering she walked out 15-20 minutes ago.

I think nothing of it though, and put my bag in my trunk.

Just when I'm about to open my driver's door, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Turning, I just barely see her face before I feel her lips pressing into mine.

I don't know what comes over me, but I don't even slightly resist and kiss her back.

We moan softly, her hands running over my arms and my hands running down her back.

We break apart, and I look in her eyes for a second. "What wha-" I softly stutter as she begins pulling me to her car by my t shirt collar.

"You... asshole." She snickers as she begins kissing me again. "I fucking knew you were into me."

Still kissing, I feel her hand on my shoulder as she turns me around.

I then feel her pull my arms behind my back and barely even register her wrapping something around my wrists.

By the time I realize that she was binding my wrists, it's too late and my hands are tied behind my back.

"What are y-"

She wraps one hand over my mouth, not allowing me to speak and wraps her other arm around my waist. "Shh. I'm not gonna hurt you." She whispers in my ear. "Do not scream." I nod, unsure of if I'd actually follow her instruction. She doesn't pick up on my indecision and removes her hand from my mouth. "Get in my car." She quietly says, reaching out and opening her rear door.

I have major reservations about actually getting in her car, and turn around to face her. "Act-"

With a startling quickness, she wraps a piece of black tape around my mouth.

"Get in." She almost growls, grabbing my arm tightly so that her nails dig into my bicep.

Hesitantly I get in her backseat and look at her, standing next to me with a smile on her face.

With my wrists bound and now in a confined space, I'm barely able to struggle when she tapes my legs together just above my knees and then at my ankles.

I look up at her again, now a little afraid of what she's going to do next.

She puts her hands on my shoulders, seeming to enjoy my squirming. After a minute or two, she leans in and kisses the tape over my lips. After about a minute of silence she winks and buckles the seatbelt over me, preventing me from moving at all, and shuts the door.

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It feels like hours that I'm left alone there, but it's probably only a few minutes. With the smell of her vanilla perfume as my only link to reality, my mind betrays me and I begin to feel incredibly aroused at my current predicament.

Eventually, her other rear door opens and she slides in the backseat, sitting next to me in just a sports bra and her leggings.

"Sorry about the tape, handsome." She chuckles. She reaches her hand out toward my face. I'm not sure why, but I brace myself for a slap or something like that, but she just lightly caresses my cheek. "I just needed to make sure I got your undivided attention."

I nod while looking her in the eyes, a heady mix of arousal and nervousness controlling my mind. I feel her other hand slide down my chest, and look down to see her pastel baby blue nails running over my chest and down my abs.

At this moment, the arousal of my situation begins running wild through my mind and my cock stiffens and begins aching for attention in my shorts.

She cups my chin, tilting my head up until our eyes meet. "Oliver, I find you very attractive." She purs a little, feeling my abs again. "And, I think, you find ME very attractive." She pauses after her statement.

I nod and she gives a satisfied grin. She trails her hand inside my thighs. "What's this you've got?"

I squirm a bit as she rubs my throbbing member through my shorts.

"Are you turned on being tied up?" She laughs.

Looking into her eyes, I hesitantly nod and she grins.

"Would you like me to take care of this for you?" She asks with a grin, sliding down my shorts.

I nod, involuntarily letting out a squeal into my tape gag.

"Well that's too bad." She giggles sliding down my underwear and lightly running a finger up and down the bulging vein of my cock.

After I thrust my hips she pulls her hand away and turns away from me, opening the center console and taking something out. She uses her body to block my view of what she takes out of the console, and turns back to me with one hand behind her back.

"I've spent all this time hoping that you'd come up to me." She brings her face very close to mine, her hot breath on my ear as she whispers. "All this time hoping that you'd fuck my brains out." She dramatically moans. "All this time aching while thinking about what I want to do to you, and needing to take care of those aches myself."

She sits down on my knees with her legs either side of me with her back resting om her passenger seat. One hand is still behind her back as her other hand scratches inside my thigh.

"I think it's only fair that you spend some time waiting for me to fuck YOUR brains out." She tilts her head and grins. "Only difference is now." She seductively whispers. "You won't be able to ease that ache yourself."

I look at her confused, and she reveals her hand from behind her back.

"Do you know what this is?" I shake my head no, eliciting a grin from her, and suddenly feeling a bit of fear again.

"This is a chastity cage." She says while lightly trailing a nail up my throbbing cock again. "It gets locked on your cock and prevents you from getting hard." I feel my eyes widen. She can't actually be serious about this.

Ignoring my shock, she takes apart the cage and slides a cold ring down my shaft and pressing my balls through it. The ring squeezes my cock and balls, a small piece on the top of it sticking out over my shaft.

I grimace and writhe as much as I can, which isn't much, as I feel her slide the cold steel cage down my shaft.

"Tsk tsk." I hear under her breath and she pinches my balls, eliciting a muffled yelp from me. My cock softens a bit, and she presses the cage further down my member.

I hear a click as the cage and ring snap into place. My erection would probably push them apart, if Hayley wasn't holding them together with her hand.

With a chuckle, she takes out a padlock and slides it through the crack in the piece sticking over my shaft.

"And I'll keep these." She giggles, reaching into her gym bag and taking out three keys.

After giving the cage a kiss, she slides my underwear and shorts back up, before undoing the tape around my knees and ankles.

She begins undoing the tape around my ankles and knees. Surprisingly, there's no sting or hair pulling when the tape comes off.

She unbuckles the seatbelt and now I'm sitting there with just my hands and mouth taped.

"You have fun tonight?" She smirks. "I know I did."

She takes the tape off of my mouth and gives me a kiss.

I'm too shocked at everything that's happened in the past few minutes to even put words together, so I just sit there like a deer in headlights.

"You know what? she laughs. "Give 'em a kiss." She holds the keys out in front of my face.

Hesitantly, I lean forward and kiss one.

"Good boy." She reaches behind me and unties my hands, still dangling the key in front of my face.

I consider reaching out and just taking them from her, knowing I could easily overpower her. But something in the back of my mind tells me not to, and to play her game.

"Very good." She says tucking the keys into her sports bra and turning to open the door behind her. She turns back to me and gestures for me to get out of her car. "I'll see you tomorrow." She winks and gives my groin a gentle tap before getting in her driver's seat.