It is Christmas day. My partner Matt, leads me down the stairs of our house, hands over my eyes. Apparently he has arranged for a very special present this year.
I am intrigued. Yesterday he kicked me out the living room, confining me to our bedroom for the night while he set up. He stayed down there for several hours before joining me in bed, refusing to tell me anything of what he had planned.
As we enter the living room I hear noises that confuse me, the jingling of Christmas decorations, undercut by what could only be moaning. The hands are removed from my eyes, I gasp.
In front of me is a naked young man, our neighbour. He stands, tightly bound in red and green rope, it crisscrosses his chest in complicated knots and twists. His arms are secured behind his back, a spreader bar pulls his legs wide. A thick, red leather collar circles his neck, chains running to the ceiling lock to it, holding him standing upright.
A blindfold made of green fabric covers his eyes as a red wiffle gag keeps him quiet. Drool runs through the holes in his gag, dripping down his chin as he moans his distress.
His body is covered in Christmas ornaments. Baubles hang from him by clips, his chest, arms and legs are dotted with them as they pinch at his delicate flesh. A heavy-looking star hangs from his balls, which are also firmly wrapped in red and green rope.
His penis stands erect. A vibrating cock ring sits at its base, continuously teasing him with its jittery movements.
I turn to Matt in disbelief. He knew I liked this neighbour, I had commented on him several times. He only recently moved here, I think after graduating from college, but the shirtless runs he goes on every morning quickly caught our attention.
He clearly works out, with the lean muscled physique of an athlete. I have had to stop myself from drooling over him several times. I had even joked before about tying him up and using him for our pleasure.
We are no strangers to extreme sex but this is further than I thought we would ever go. Before now we have only ever involved willing partners in our games.
"What have you done?" I ask incredulously.
"What? You don't like it? His name is Tom," He smirks as his hands move down my pants, finding my penis.
Tom is aware of our presence now and starts to cry and beg for us to release him. I ignore him, focusing on Matt as he pumps his hand under my clothes.
"Have you thought this through? Isn't someone going to miss him? It's Christmas for god's sake."
As I ask my questions he steps closer to me, face inches from mine. He stares into my eyes as his hand continues to work with my member. I lose my train of thought, he knows exactly how to push my buttons, it's why I love him.
Lust overcomes me as I lean in, brushing my lips against his. We kiss passionately, tongues dancing and sparing as my hands move to his crotch, returning the favour.
The desperate noises coming from the boy only arouses me further as our passions build. Any reservations I had about the gift melt away as my excitement builds. Matt breaks the kiss.
Stepping towards Tom, he runs a firm hand over his bound chest. The boy cringes away from the touch but can't move far. He cries out as a bauble is pulled at, stretching his abused skin.