Category: Authoritarian. Kinks include, public exposure, Humiliation, light bondage, Christmas fantasy
Approx. 5 min read
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A story for you dirty little faggots out there this Christmas. You can thank me in an email.
Are you on the naughty list?
There are myths and legends that date back centuries. Stories of old when the north is covered in snow and the temperature drops, magic happens. Small children are showered with toys and candy. Dolls houses for the girls and racing cars for the boys. The halls are decked with holly and candlelight, beautiful ribbons and stockings too. Songs of the season out on full swing.
There are other stories. Darker ones, about naughty boys. We all have heard them. Receiving coal instead of candy. Receiving lashes of the slippers instead of kisses under the mistletoe. They say that there are some truths in the myths. Some things are far more distorted.
Andrew was eighteen in the summer. He had a misplaced childhood. Always getting into trouble. Causing trouble. He was a bad boy for sure. He had a troubled mind and soul. Each year he tried harder, each year he failed. He laid in bed on Christmas eve, as was the rest of the family his two sisters and his parents. He enjoyed Christmas.
His parents always said how much he changed round this time of year. He was sound asleep. Naked as the day he was born. His body was ripped from the paklour he did and working out in the gym. He had a bubble butt and beautiful lips. His face was almost angelic. Even devils look like Angels when they are sleeping.
The room suddenly became cold, he instantly pulled more covers over himself. A beautiful feeling filled the air. Full of warmth, despite being cold. The magic was happening. Bells jingling said all that need to be said. Rooms full of gifts. The magic has arrived.
At the door of the `sleeping angels' room stood a distinguished old man in a red suit with trimmings of white. A beard of thick white hair, a hat covering his head. He looked down at the boy, knowing it would happen the moment he left the house. It was the boy's time. The boy's year. He was truly on the naughty list. He had eighteen years to get it right. He hadn't. The old man knew that Andrew would be collected soon.
The white man vanished and all you could hear was more bells jingling
HO HO HO
The boy's room was iced cold. Bitterness swept the room. He reached over for the sheets, but they were ripped away. Landed on the ground somewhere. The boy continued to sleep. Little was he aware that a porthole opened in his room. Little was he aware that the trade for all the presents was that all bad boys go through the dimension. Little did he know that he had his soul marked as bad. A huge muscular man appeared through the porthole. He also had a white beard and yet looked more sinister. He wore black leather trimmed with white. Buckles and chains adorned the supernatural being. He reached over to the naked boy, yanked him by the balls onto the ground in front of him. The boy slowly woke. Not before the old man clipped a one-inch-thick collar round the boy's neck. `I do like it when these boys sleep naked' the old man thought to himself. It made his job far much easier. Naturally the boy's cock was hard. Probably from the dream he was having. It was about eight inches. The old man smirked knowing that wouldn't be for long. The boy was more awake. "Hello boy. I collect naughty boys like you". The boy looked puzzled, yet the man didn't need him to speak. Instead, he pulled the boys head forward by the hair and attached a leather strap over his head, inserting a large round o ring into the boys' mouth. "I am taking you to serve as a slave in my world". He twisted the boy round to see a body in his own bed, a boy as young as himself "this sweet boy will turn into the image of you by morning light and live as you. He is a good boy who lost his fight for life. He will live as you and improve of the disaster of your life". The old man knew it was hard for the newly enslaved to take in. It added to the fun of what was rolling out before them.
By now the boy was totally awake. His eyes widen with fear. He could see his body shake in the mirror behind this strange figure. His cock hard. Throbbing almost. The man reached down with his nails that were long and pierced through his left nipple and then his right. He smiled at the boy and attached two rings through them with chains, along the chains where little bells. The old man reached to his balls and squeezed them hard. This was always his favourite part. He watched the open mouth boy face as his balls began to shrink. His cock getting smaller. Slower from eight inch to seven, the, six and down to five and four. The boy's face was a perfect look of terror. His eyeballs were almost coming out of their sockets. All his hair had vanished on his body and his head hair was as short as his eyebrows.
Suddenly the man yanked the chain and the boy spun round taking in one last look of his bed. There, laid the body of himself. None would know by the morning that his soul was no longer there. The magic took care of that. As the old man span the boy round, he pulled on the chains making the boy scream into the o ring, The bells began to jingle. Whilst in a position facing the bed the old man forced a butt plug up the boy's tight virgin hold. He screamed again. Magic took care of his wrists and ankles securing him tightly. He began to shake with panic and fear. His little cock throbbed harder. He had no idea that the naughtier he had been had made his cock shrink so small. The man chuckled knowing what laid ahead of the boy.
It was time to go. The porthole opened again in front of the old man and his captive. He pulled on the boy, and they went to the other world.
The cold was unbearable as they flew. The boy gasped. He could feel his nipples being pulled hard the bells jangling though the air. The magic of this land made the boy fly chained to the back of this mans sleighed. His mind named him bad Santa.
This was so unfair. He wasn't alone. Other eighteen-year-old boys were with him being pulled by the magical sleigh through this magical land. This was a part of this year's crop of naughty boys maturing into adults. Little did they know the truth. In this land they would serve as slaves to much older men. Doing their calling. Pleasuring their cocks with their mouths and rear holes. They would serve as house boys, piss holes, even ponies. They would be whipped and spanked almost every hour just for the fun of the inhabitants of this world. They would serve not only for their natural lives on earth but for eternity. They would never age as the years go by.
Let me ask you again.
Are you on the naughty list?
Just a short one for Christmas. Will write the usual stuff again shortly. Would be nice to hear if you like this story. I may add to it at some point.