I exit the busy store in the mall with a relieved sign, happy to leave the crowded shop. I tick off the final present needed for Christmas, finally time to head home to se peace and quiet and have a sit down in the warm.

As I walk through the mall I pass a adult sex shop, it is Christmas, I might as well get myself something fun. Entering I look over the various items and find a ball gag, handcuffs, a shiny collar and leash and a steel buttplug. I imagine myself bound up and rolling around on the floor, every movement moving the plug in my ass and every moan causing me to drool over myself, these would all make for a fun Christmas treat after all the chaos with the family. I wait for a moment near a display, a semi erection forming in my trousers from the idea of using my new presents.

"I wouldn't worry about hiding that. It happens with a lot of customers here, it's not really a problem or anything to be embraced about having." I awkwardly turn to see a member of staff.

"I'll be just at the till if you need anything." I walk up to the counter and put my bucket down.

"Fun plans for the holiday?" "Seeing family then having a bit of fun on my own with these but that's it. You?"

"I've got my grown up son coming over but that's it. I still haven't got him anything yet, been to busy to get anything. Was about to close up when you walked in to do a bit of last minute shopping."

"Oh, sorry if I've prevented you from getting them something." He just smiles.

"Don't worry I have an idea of what to get him and where to get it." Relieved I return a friendly smile.

"Good to hear, I best get going to make sure that you get his present." I tap my card and add the bag to the rest of the presents.

"Merry Christmas." The shop owner smiles back

"Merry Christmas to you as well."

The underground car park is strangely quiet considering the chaos above, my footsteps echo through the large concrete structure. Turning the corner I see, the sex shop owner.

"Hello again. Did you get the present for you son?" He smiles

"Yes, I found just the thing." I pass him, it was weird I didn't see anything like a bag or box, maybe they got something small that fits in their pocket. Suddenly I feel a cloth cover my mouth. I try to pull the hand clasped around my face, the strong smell making me weaker by the second. My eyes grow heavy and my legs begin to buckle as my head goes light and dizzy and thw world goes dark.

I awake to darkness and the sound of an engine. I try to move quickly banging my head on the roof of a cars boot. I try to reach hands out to feel around my enclosed space, only for them to pull against some handcuffs. I cry out for help, only to hear a muffled noise instead of my voice, only then noticing the ballgag in my mouth. After continuing to test my restraints I give up and lay still, breathing heavily and still tired from whatever was used to knock me out. I also notice my cock has somewhat embossingly gotten hard and pushes against my trousers.

The car eventually comes to a stop and the engine dies. I hear the sound of a car door opening and closing and feel the vehicle move as the weight inside shifts, followed by the sound of footsteps walking towards me. The boot opens, the blinding light of a floscent garage light burns my eyes, seeing a chance, possibly my last I jump out, only to land straight into my captures arms and my legs weakly struggle to held my weight and my head spins, clearly the drug used on me is still having an affect.

"Calm down. Your fate is sealed and you will still feel a bit lightheaded from the chloroform. Come on, follow me." I feel his arm around me as he walks, gently pulling me along with them, into the door. As we enter the shop owner looks around as if checking if no one else was in, satisfied he guides me onwards into a room, one with a large Christmas tree and several wrapped presents, plus numerous rolls of wrapping paper and in the middle of the room a large box. Suddenly the cloth is press against my face once again.

"Don't worry, I'm don't want you unconscious, just a bit more cooperative." As he removes the cloth my head feels dizzy and my limbs go weak as I'm lowered onto a chair. I feel my handcuffs removed and my arms being guided through the sleeves of my many top layers. I try to fight back but the drug has taken full affect on me and all I manage is weak, uncoordinated and floppy flailing, which was easily avoided as my arms are pulled back behind my back and cuffed once again. My top half is quickly followed by feeling the removal of my shoes, socks, trousers and underwear, again I try to kick out but my limbs weakly flail and I slide down the chair to are uncomfortable angle, one which makes it easier to remove my clothes.

Now naked my captor lifts me back up in the chair and makes sure that I'm slumped upright before leaving. Alone I try to get up, my body resisting every movement, after some effort I rise unsteadily to my feet. Wobbling I move slowly, trying to keep in a straight line amd failing miserably. Suddenly my knee buckles and I lose my balance falling hard on the floor. I hear some hurried footsteps as my capture enters the room and lifts me up into a sitting position against the wall as I groan barely conscious into my gag.

"Let's look at you, there doesn't seem tp be any harm done. Now then weren't you silly? You could have damaged yourself and I don't want to have to have you foxed or get a replacement present this close to Christmas. Now let's finished getting you ready." Oh good, I'm not to injured. But what does he mean present? I feel something wrap around my ankles as what feels like rope being tightly tied around them, forcing my feet together. Followed by more rope below and above my knees, keeping my legs firmly together. I feel a hand around my crotch and feel something metal being put around my balls and a tube sliding over my cock, followed by the sound of a click.

"Nearly finished, I think I'll add this as you liked it in the store." He holds up a shiny metal buttplug. A hard leans me over as another holding the plug slides underneath me and pushes the plug into my ass, causing me to moan as it fills me and a strange crushing feeling in my crotch as I try to get hard. As I'm moved back up my weight pushes the plug in deeper and moaning I look down at my crotch to see a metal chastity cage covering my cock as it continues to strain against its new prison. I'm bent forwards and feel more rope, this time wrapped tightly above my elbows. My cuffs are undone and quickly replaced withore rope.

The next thing I feel is a collar placed around my neck and tightly locked, I panic a bit as I feel it with every breath, a constant reminder of my situation.

I'm gently lowered down onto thr floor, my face looking directly at the floor. My legs are bent backwards and I feel a sharp tug which pulls my arms back, with my hands touching my feet, and bends my back uncomfortably into an arch.

"There all wrapped up nicely." At this I'm picked up and see the large boxk below me as I'm slowly lowered inside, my view becoming the brown cardboard of the box, blocking out the rest of the room. Suddenly the box goes dark as the lid closes above me and I hear it being sealed with tape. Following the noise I hear the sound of wrapping paper and more tape, the box I'm in being wrapped in wrapping paper like a present. I'm just a present.

As I breathe around my gag in my dark prison I realise that the air is getting warm and harder to breathe. My captor has sealed in a box and there's no air, I'm going to die. I begin to panic, taking in more of my limited oxygen as I try to untie myself and cry out. Suddenly I hear a sound and tiny dots of light are punctured through the box allowing fresh air to flow in, like those in pet boxes for small animals, that's kind of what I am o suppose, a living possession that a father is giving to their son. Relieved slightly I claim down and try to get my breathing under control, as i do i notice a pain in my crotch, all the struggling seems to have made me aroused, part of me is glad no one can see me right now.

"Claim down now, we don't want to ruin the surprise on Christmas day." Is he really telling me off for ruining his Christmas? What about my Christmas?

"This will help you to relax a bit." Through one of the holes near my head I see a small tube poke through and hear the sound of gas.

"Sleep well my dear, it's a busy day tomorrow." The dark box somehow goes dimmer as shadows overtake me and I drift off to sleep.

I awake to a pain in my back and the need to stretch out, not to mention pain from the morning wood that i somehow have, i guess being tied up all night would do that, and a puddle of drool under my chin. I moan in discomfort as I slowly remember where I am and the situation that I'm in. I test the ropes binding me in place but they are still tight and refuse to come undone. Through the holes I can see faint light, it must be the morning, Christmas morning. Hopefully they open presents early here, I really need to get out, I'd do anything for it right now.

As I continue to wake up from my drug induced sleep I hear footsteps thunder down some stairs.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas my boy. Come have breakfast and then we can get to the presents." As the footsteps move into a room in the opposite direction I finally notice to smell of an English breakfast and realise how hungry I am as my stomach rumbles at the delicious smells, making my ordeal trapped in this box even worse.

After what felt like an eternity I finally hear the footsteps enter the room.

"Wow, what's in that big one!?"

"That's your main present, as I think you'll want to play with it straight away we'll leave it for last." A strange mixture of relief and disappointment feels me, on one hand I'm safe in my box for a bit longer but on the other hand I'm trapped in this box for longer. Not really knowing how to feel I give a quiet whimper into my gag as I hear the unwrapping of other presents.

"Now for the main gift!" I hear loud crumpling noises as the son eagerly unwraps his presence and my box. Followed by the horrifying sound of a knife above me stab through to top and slide down the lid. Suddenly my dark world is filled with light and I feel a rush of cool air over my naked body, making me suddenly feel very exposed.

"Wow, it's want I've always wanted, thanks dad!" I feel a pair of hands slide over my back and ass, as if examining me, causing me to moan into my gag and strugglle slightly against my restraints.

"Can I get it out and play with it!" My heart beats fast, I have a good idea what playing with me means and I somehow hadn't thought of it until just now.

"Of course you can. Now remember this is a lot of responsibility, you have to remember to look after it, feed it, keep it hydrated, wash it, take it to the toilet, train it and take care not to cause it to much harm.

"I'll look after it dad, promise." At that I feel his arms wrap around me and lift me out of my box and I'm placed on the floor.

"Does it have a name yet?" As if asking about a new pet, of course I have a name, if I weren't gagged I'd have said it. The father just shrugs.

"I'm sure he had a name but you can call him whatever you like. A jew name will probably help it adjust to its new home." I look up at the son, who must be an adult, a rather good looking one at that, I'd probably have let him tie me up if we met in a more natural way. His face is deep in thought until he smiles.

"How about cum dump? Cummy for short. What do you think cummy?" As he says this he strokes my head. I respond with a look and a moan which says "seriously".

"I think it's a perfect name for your new toy." He smiles happily at his dad, then looks back at me.

"Let's go up to my room and play." He starts to get up and then seems to realise something.

"If I untie your legs will you behave and be a good boy?" Despite to be out of this hogtie I nod my head and mumble something that was supposed to be a yes. Gently nut also hurriedly he untie my legs and for a second I lay flat on the floor, a wave of relief washing over me. I feel my new owner lift me up to me feet, now standing naked, my arms still tied and my cock still locked I feel completely helpless as a leash is clipped to my collar and the son starts to walk out of the room, tugging the leash and pulling me with them. Without any choice I follow him through the hallway and up some stairs to his room. My mind making a map of the house and trying to plan for an escape.

In his room he stops me by his bed and gently pushes down on my shoulders, forcing me to drop to my knees.

"Will you be a good boy if I remove your gag, no screaming ok?" I nod my head, my aching jaw could do with a break. I flex my mouth as the ball is finally removed, a string of drool following it and dripping onto my chin.

"Please let me go, I don't want to be here, my name is..." I'm met with a hard stinging slap across to face.

"Bad cummy!" Unable to defend myself I stay still in shock and remain quiet.

"Your name is cum dump and you are my toy. Good toys get treated nicely, bad toys get broken and thrown in the trash. Do you understand cummy?" I nod.

"Yes, I understand." He strokes my head like someone would a dog.

"Good boy. Now time to play." At this he undoes and drops his trousers and pulls out his cock. I just stare at it, I know where this is going and there really isn't anything I can do to stop it. I feel a tug on my leash and my head is pulled towards his crotch. Without any options I open my mouth and take his cock. My own twitches slightly as my senses are filled with the taste and smell of my owner, my tongue runs over the head of their cock as I slowly bob my head. His head pushes against the back of my head guiding me further down, understanding I move my head pushing his cock deeper with each movement, his cock growing with every thrust.

Suddenly I'm pulled away by my hair and pulled to my feet before being thrown face down onto the bed and the buttplug inside me is pulled roughly out, leaving a gapping hole ready for use. I feel him climb over me and his weight holds me down, as he moves with a hard thrust, his cock entering my ass. I cry out, and moan uncomfortably as he pounds away, clearly having a lot of unused energy. As he continues to fuck me my moans become more pleasurable as my cock tries to get hard in its cage, I begin to move my hips and get him deeper inside of me. As he fills my ass I lose control and in a cry of ecstasy I cum in my cage.

I feel him pull out and climb off me, rolling onto the bed. His arm wraps around me and rolls me onto my back and holds me in a tight embrace. Surprising myself I close my eyes and accept it, moving my head onto his chest as we both rest.

I wake to the sound of his father calling.

"Dinner!" I slowly rise from the bed and sit up, as I move I feel the buttplug that has been put back inside me and also feel the gag which has been put back in. My owner is already up, sitting at his computer. He gets up and turns to me.

"You want here and be a good boy, I'll bring you up some dinner later." As he leaves and shuts the door I climb off the bed and start to look around. I quickly notice that my leash is now securely locked on and attached to the bed, making escape impossible. I can reach the door but barely and with my arms still tied I can't open it easily, not that it would achieve much. I look around the room for a while trying to find a knife or keys or anything that could be useful but nothing. Maybe I could use his computer to send a message, I walk over and tap the mouse, the screen lighting up in response. Enter password, shit, that's not good. Out of options I sit down on the bed and wait patiently.

Finally having a moment to think I feel a sudden pain in my bladder, I hadn't gone in almost a day and am suddenly desperate for a piss. Looking around the room I see a small trash bin, that would do. As I move towards it I notice another door, curious I walk towards it, how did I not notice it before? Opening it I find a small bathroom, relieved I rush in, almost choking myself as the leash goes tight. Turning I can just about sit on the toilet but it isn't comfortable, especially woth my arms tied. I sigh as I empty my bladder and return to the bedroom. In the quiet I think about my amily and wonder what they're doing, i was supposed to drop off presents today and see them all, I'd wanted a more quiet chriatmas and it seems that i got my wish. Feeling all alone I find myself slightly missing my owner's company and wanting them back in the room. Suddenly the door opens and he walks in carrying a plate of food, the smells fill the air and my stomach growls with hunger.

"You hungry cummy?" I nod my head giving a clear answer. He smiles back.

"Off the bed and knee." Justbwanting to eat I obediently do as I'm told.

"Good boy." He puts the plate on the floor and undoes my gag and steps away.

"Eat up." I look up at him and waggle my bound arms behind my back.

"How?" He looks at me annoyed.

"Don't be silly cummy, you don't need arms to eat. Now be a good boy or ill have to take you food away." Not wanting to go hungry I lower my head to the plate and being eating the food off it like an animal, my face going red from the humiliation as he just stood there and watched until I'd finished the whole meal. Taking the plate he pats me on the head.

"Good boy cummy. Now for dessert." At this he pulls out his cock and wanting to show gratitude for being fed I take his cock and begin to have my dessert.

Epilogue:

It's been a whole year and I've grown to love my new life. Every morning I wake my owner with a blowjob, which also counts as my breakfast. I spend most of my time in the bedroom secured to the bed by my leash, sometimes I'm taken outside the room, where I sit with my owner while he watches TV and during the summer I follow him out to the garden. My arms are nearly always tied up behind me, I've gotten used to not using them for things luke eating, they're only untied for weekly wash, where my owner and I share a shower and he cleans my body all over, I enjoy wash day, and then I'm immediately tied up again. My old life is becoming a bit of a blur now, all that rushing around, all the noise, all the pressure, here I just have to pleasure my owner and I get lots of affection and love and get to have regular meals without having to worry about food prices. I've had a few bad days early on but my owner quickly taught me the error of my ways, I still remember the sting of the cane across my ass. My cock is still locked away but I get regular relief every night when pleasuring owner.

Today is one of the days am allowed out of the bedroom. Kneeling on the floor in the same room I met my owner in last year, I look at the tree and all the presents.

"Look cummy, a present for you!" For me? My owner is so kind. I watch as he unwraps it for me, revealing a shiny new collar with a name tag on it reading cum "cummy" dump, my own takes off my old collar which feels stange, id gotten so used to it that i feel naked and unsafe without it on, and puts my new collar around my neck, the tag danging proudly. Several other presents were for me, a new gag, some ropes of various colours, a new buttplug and various other gifts. I happily smile at my owner and rest my head on him affectionately, I love my new life and am so glad I was chosen to be his Christmas present.