With a gulp, Iestyn gingerly opened the paper on his parcel. At first, he was a bit confused. A rubber ball? A long stick? It had loops on, what was- oh. Ohhhhhh noooo. He froze with the spreader bar in his hand, and dropped it back into the box. He could see now that was a ball gag, and a bundle of leather and buckles, and a very small pair of jocks that was mostly a pouch and leather straps holding it together.
"Oh no," he said softly, not sure what to do with his hands. They felt unclean. "Henry- oh no."