The usual caveats apply. If you are under eighteen, you shouldn't be reading this: scat. If you don't enjoy rope and gag sex, this will not interest you. If you do enjoy ropes and gags, and you have a slightly wacky imagination, you may enjoy this. The story is for all those little boys who knew that Mrs Claus was a figment of Madison Avenue's imagination, who wondered what Santa and his elves did when they weren't making toys, and who thought that long ago Disney comic where Santa got kidnapped by Captain Hook and trussed with rope and gagged with a big black silk handkerchief was sexy.
SANTA'S SILENT DAY by Henry Pouchette
This was ridiculous, he thought. He tugged exasperatedly at the ropes that bound him into his chair and then sighed through his nose. The joke, he thought, had gone on long enough. He had been totally unprepared, of course, when a group of his elves had burst through his study door, several of them carrying coils of rope. Suspecting nothing , he had hardly even resisted when they started tying him to his big chair, roping his arms behind him and lashing him down snugly. The elves themselves were laughing and seemed to be treating the whole thing as a some sort of lark, except for their leader, Jasper, who stood back and watched the proceedings with a small smile and bright eyes. As the others had almost finished binding him up, Jasper had taken Santa's own enormous red bandanna handkerchief from his pocket, shaken it open--it was nearly a yard square--and gathered it up into a huge soft wad. Santa had found one elf tugging down on his big white beard while two more tugged up on his long, curled moustachios. In response he had opened his mouth wide and, before he knew what the elf was up to, Jasper had first stuffed the big soft wad of handkerchief between his lips and then, taking out his own big bandanna, had quickly tied the other handkerchief around Santa's head and between his jaws, securing the gag in place.
The group had stood back then, eyeing him as he sat there, trussed down to his chair and effectually gagged with his own and Jasper's bandanna handkerchiefs. The lot of them were giggling at the comical sight he made, and he could just imagine it himself: a fat old man with his coat off, in big black boots, red pants, and his white long-johns undershirt, red suspenders over his shoulders, and tightly bound up with yards of rope and a big bandanna gag tied so tightly through his mouth he could feel how his red cheeks must be bulging above it. He had struggled now--too late--and grumbled into the gag, surprised at how helpless he felt and how well the soft gag silenced him. With a final burst of laughter at his expense, the elves had left the room, Jasper giving him a last lingering look as he shut and locked the door behind them.
That had all been a full half an hour before, and he was weary of the joke, whatever it was, and anxious for someone to come back and free him. He struggled again in his bonds, realizing again how well he was tied up. His back was pressed firmly into the chair, and no amount of struggling seemed to loosen the ropes that held his hands, arms, chest, thighs, and ankles so tightly bound. He knew already as well how effectively he was gagged. His own big bandanna handkerchief filled his mouth to overflowing, the soft layers of it a thick chewy ball between his distended jaws, and the tight band of the other handkerchief held the gag firmly in place. All the noise he could make was some thoroughly muffled mmmphing sounds. He hadn't been so securely bound and gagged since that time last year when Captain Hook and his pirates had kidnapped him.
Last Christmas, he had spent several anxious hours in Hook's cabin, lashed to a chair and brutally gagged with a couple of the captain's big black silk handkerchiefs stuffed and tied in his mouth. He had worried that Hook or someone else would notice how hard his cock was in response to being seized and bound and gagged like that, but fortunately no one had seemed to be aware. After Peter Pan had rescued him, he had had to take time out as soon as he got back to the North Pole to jack himself off, and he had fantasized about the episode many times since, substituting Kevin Klein as the captain of the brigands in the Pirates of Penzance for Hook, however, in his nocturnal replays. Of course, he had a hard on now, and he knew that he half didn't want the elves to come back and free him--at least, not yet. He was angry, but he was also enjoying the sensation of being once more a helpless victim, tightly bound up and thoroughly and securely gagged. His sex was hard in his pants, and he shifted, managing to rub it gently against the hampering cloth.
He looked up expectantly when the door finally opened and Jasper walked in. The sturdy elf shut and locked the door carefully behind him and then crossed the room to stand in front of Santa where he sat helpless, gazing up at him with a smug smile, hands on hips. Santa squirmed in his ropes and mumbled into the huge gag. Jasper smiled more broadly and then circled the other man, checking that the old fellow's bonds were still secure. Seemingly satisfied, the elf came to stand in front of him once more.
"Well, Santa," he said quietly, "the other fellows are taking the day off, and I've promised to stand guard over you, to make sure you don't get loose and to make sure nothing happens to you while you're tied up like this." He grinned. "Actually, the idea for a holiday was Buckle's own, and he thought we ought to just ask you, but some of the other fellows thought it would be a good joke to just take the day without permission, and one of them suggested we come in and tie you up to make sure you couldn't stop us." His grin widened. "I suggested we gag you, as well, so you couldn't actually forbid us to take the day off, and the others agreed that the best idea was to take you by surprise and get you trussed and gagged before you could protest, and then we wouldn't really be disobeying any orders after all."
Santa struggled and mmmphed helplessly.
"Of course," he went on, "tying and gagging you so we can take a day off isn't what I'm really after." With a yet broader grin, the elf reached down to unfasten the fly of his trousers and pulled out his cock, which was stiff with excitement. "Ever since you told me about that little episode with Captain Hook last year, I've wanted even more to see what you must've looked like, all tied up and gagged like this. The whole idea was a real turn-on to me. You see, Santa, I'd often fantasized about you, in just such circumstances, and the image your story about being kidnapped by Hook and his pirates conjured up was too much for me, and when the other guys had this idea, I saw an opportunity I'd never thought I'd have." As he spoke, the elf was slowly stroking his hand up and down his rigid cock. Santa watched, fascinated, and found he could not control his own excitement. He writhed in the ropes that bound him and moaned into his gag, his eyes on the elf's hard sex.
"I've always liked gags, Santa," Jasper continued, "ever since I was just a little fellow, gags and bondage. And I've wanted for a long time now to have the `boss' all roped up and, especially, gagged. I really, really get off on big gags, Santa, the bigger the better, I've always thought, and I've always wanted to use those huge bandanna handkerchiefs you have as a gag for you. The idea of stuffing your own big handkerchief into your mouth while you mmmmph and mumble and mmmph some more has always turned me on. So you can imagine how much I enjoyed gagging you with your own bandanna handkerchief a little while ago and how much I enjoy seeing you gagged as you are right now." As he spoke, he stopped stroking his dick and tucked it back into his pants. With a wink, he went into the room beyond, which was Santa's bedroom. The old boy wondered what his elf was up to now, and he twisted in his chair, trying to see behind him. In a moment, Jasper returned, a handful of Santa's huge bandanna handkerchiefs in one hand.
He said not a word, but went straight to work. Unfolding one big handkerchief, he spread it out on Santa's desk. Then he took another, shook it open, gathered it into a wad, and laid it in the center of the other bandanna. He then folded the bandanna over the wad and rolled it up so that he had a long bandage with a thick, soft, bulgey swelling in the middle. Santa watched all this with excited interest, and his eyes widened when Jasper, taking up the bandage, stepped up close to him.
Too small to reach Santa's head from the floor, Jasper climbed up into the old man's lap. Looking into his eyes with a wicked grin, the elf stuffed the thick bulge of the bandage between Santa's lips, filling up the space between his distended jaws and the tight band of the bandanna already tied through the old fellow's mouth. Then he reached around Santa's head to wrap the long ends of the bandanna around the old man's head, tying them in a hard knot. Taking up yet another of Santa's huge handkerchiefs, he folded it into a wide bandage and tied this around Santa's head and over his mouth, pulling the wide band as tight as he could over the old fellow's cloth-stuffed jaws. In the end the old man had the huge wad of the bandanna from his own pocket stuffed deep between his jaws, Jasper's big bandanna tied through his teeth, the bulge of his own bandannas stuffed and tied through his mouth, and one more of his own bandanna handkerchiefs tied in a broad band over his mouth.
Santa had felt his own cock getting more and more stiff as each new bandanna handkerchief was added to his gag, and now his cock was so rigid it was almost more pain to him than pleasure, pinned as it was to his thigh by his trousers, unable to stand proudly upright as it struggled to do. Santa moaned into the smothering layers of bandanna handkerchiefs.
"Mmmmph. Mmmmmmmmph." He was astonished at how little sound he could make, but his very inability to make more than those helpless, muffled mumblings increased his own excitement.
Jasper, as he eased himself off the old man's lap, accidentally placed a hand on the old fellow's stiff sex, and Santa moaned helplessly once more into his huge gag. Jasper gave him a puzzled look that suddenly turned to comprehension, and, as soon as he was standing once more, the elf reached to unbutton Santa's trousers. With a broad grin and a murmured, "Ho ho ho," he drew the old man's stiff prick out of his pants. Santa moaned hopelessly into the enormous gag and strained at his ropes.
"This is going to be fun," the elf said happily and he began to slowly stroke the old man's rigid sex. As the intense pressure of the elf's strong hand shivered up his dick, Santa jerked convulsively in the ropes that held him, overwhelmed and helpless to stop himself. The sensation of being so completely and thoroughly gagged, his mouth packed full of his own huge bandannas and tightly, irresistible bound up with more of the same, of being tightly bound with rope into his chair, the whole situation of being smotheringly silenced and immobilely trussed up excited the old man beyond measure. He let himself go, struggling against his bonds and shouting with all his might into the enormous wad of the gag, relishing his own surrender to being a helpless prisoner. Then he felt the elf release his cock and he half sobbed in his desperate disappointment.
"Oh no, Santa, I'm not going to let you cum that quick. We have a whole long day ahead of us, with you trussed up like that and gagged. I'm going to make sure we enjoy every minute of it, and I'm going to just keep bringing you right to the edge of cumming over and over and watch you struggle and listen to you moan into that gag. And I think the next thing I'm going to do is gag you all over again, only this time I'm going to stuff two of your nice big bandanna handkerchiefs into your mouth. Would you like that, old man?"
Santa looked down at him, and slowly he nodded. His dick rose up, a tiny bead of precum at the tip, as he thought in anticipation of how big a gag of two of his own huge bandannas would be. The elf immediately disappeared into Santa's bedroom once more. In a moment he returned, dumping a whole stack of Santa's huge white-dotted bandanna handkerchiefs on the desk. Taking up first one and then a second, he shook open the handkerchiefs and laid one on the other. Then he rolled the double layer of cloth into an enormous soft wad. Santa moaned softly as he watched, wondering if he could take the whole huge gag into his mouth and yet eager to do so, and also well aware that, bound up helplessly as he was and at the mercy of the elf, he had really no choice in the matter.
Jasper crawled once more into Santa's lap, bringing the big ball of bandannas with him. Reaching behind Santa's head, his white-bearded face only inches from Santa's and his bright brown eyes twinkling at the old man, he loosened the outer bandanna bound over the old man's mouth. Santa watched the little man's face as he then untied the bandage with the bulgey middle, removing that, and then untied his own bandanna from between Santa's jaws. Drawing out the soft gag, he immediately took up the new gag and thrust it into Santa's mouth. The gag was huge, and Santa moaned in mingled pleasure and disbelief as the elf forced him to take in the whole huge ball of soft cloth. When he felt as if he could take no more, Santa realized that the gag was only half inserted, and he groaned piteously as the elf continued to force him to accept the enormous wad. The little man stuffed and pushed and crammed the big ball of soft cloth until he had managed to shove the entire wad between Santa's distended jaws.
Santa, helpless to resist, choking on the smothering gag, watched hopelessly as the elf took up the bandanna with the bulgey middle and brought it up to press the soft bulge between the old man's lips, wrapping the long ends around his head and pulling them tight at the base of his skull. The little man pulled hard, forcing the bulge between Santa's teeth and pushing the huge gag in yet deeper. Santa moaned as the elf cinched off the bandanna in a hard knot and then instantly took up the wide bandage and pressed that over the old man's mouth. Pulling the thick band of cloth tight over Santa's lips, the elf wrapped the ends around his head and tied them off as firmly as he possibly could.
Santa mumbled into the huge gag, stunned at how silenced he was by the soft wad that filled his mouth to bursting, excited by the sensation of being so cruelly and irresistibly gagged.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmumgulmmmmmmmmmmmmmph."
The elf grinned up at him. He had obviously enjoyed stuffing and tying the huge and brutal gag into his boss's mouth, enjoyed forcing the old man to submit to him, enjoyed the fellow's inability to resist being gagged.
"You like ropes and gags yourself, don't you, Santa?"
The old man looked down at the elf. "Um hmmmph," he nodded.
"You wait here," Jasper said with a wink. "I'll be right back." Quickly he left the room, carefully locking the door behind him. Santa sat wondering for a moment where the elf had gone and to what purpose, but after a short while, he found himself once more simply enjoying the sensations of his bondage. The ropes were tight around him and held him firmly in his chair. Strain and struggle as he might, he could not loosen the snug lashings. The gag was huge, an enormous soft wad that filled his mouth from his throat to his lips, forcing his jaws wide apart. The bandanna handkerchief tied through his mouth dragged the gag in deep and made his cheeks bulge out above it, while the second bandage sealed up his mouth from nostrils to chin, enclosing his mouth and cheeks in a tight, wide swath of thick soft cloth. He was utterly helpless, and his cock rose up in response to his knowing his helplessness.
The door opened, and Jasper entered, again carefully locking the door behind him. He carried an artist's portfolio under his arm, which he laid on the desk in front of Santa. Unfastening the ties with a little flourish and a co-conspiritorial grin at the bound and gagged old man, the elf opened the portfolio to display a sheaf of drawings, large drawings in pencil on sheets of foolscape. Santa grunted through his gag in surprise as he looked at what the elf showed him.
The top drawing Santa recognized instantly as a portrait of himself--himself in bondage! He wasn't tied to a chair as he was now. He was shown lying on his stomach in hog-tie bondage, his arms roped behind him, his legs bound and brought up behind him and tied to his wrists. A huge gag filled his mouth, evidently one--or two!--of his own big bandanna handkerchiefs stuffed in a soft wad between his jaws and tied there by another bandanna handkerchief. Santa moaned excitedly as he studied the drawing, realizing that Jasper must have made it a while ago and that the elf really had wanted to bind and gag him for some time.
Jasper grinned at him and then showed him the next drawing. Santa stared in mingled surprise and excitement. The drawing showed three of the other elves whom he easily recognized, all in rope and gag bondage.
They were all three trussed up to chairs with tight coils of rope, and all three had big bandanna handkerchief gags stuffed and tied in their mouths.
"You may recognize the subject in this one," the elf said with a wink as he displayed a third drawing. Santa studied the picture. It showed a tall, moustachioed, middle-aged man with a thick head of gray hair, dressed in a three-piece suit with a handkerchief pushing up from the chest pocket in a big bulgey puff. The man was shown standing but bound, his arms behind him, his wrists tied, tight coils of rope securing him, and a huge gag of what looked to be white pocket handkerchiefs--two or even three?--stuffed in his mouth and held there by another handkerchief bound tightly around his head. Santa recognized a portrait of the sales rep of one of their chief suppliers.
"You might say that one was drawn from life," Jasper said. "Two years ago I had Rachet"--Santa registered the name of Jasper's best friend among the elves--"help me jump the guy. This year I didn't need Rachet's help. The man brought a whole extra suitcase full of rope and big handkerchiefs he wanted me to use on him, and when he wasn't trying to sell you something, he was in my room moaning into a big gag."
The elf showed Santa the next drawing. The old man recognized himself once more, this time dressed in his Sunday suit, a three-piece outfit of maroon red that he wore with a candy-cane striped tie and a big white and red paisley silk handkerchief puffed in his chest pocket. He was shown bound up, of course, his arms and hands tightly tied behind his back with coils of rope. A huge gag of bandannas was stuffed into his mouth and held in place by another bandanna tied securely around his head.
"There are more to show you," Jasper said with a grin as he folded up the portfolio, "and I will later on. But when I told him about my hopes for such a little occasion as this, Rachet made me promise I would let him be here. I spent the time since we bound you up and when I came back getting him ready. So now I'm going to fetch him." He crossed the room. "Be right back," he said with a grin as he closed the door behind himself.
Santa sat wondering what would come next in this new adventure for a moment or two, and then gave himself up to enjoying the sensation of being so securely trussed up and gagged. It was some while before he heard the sound of Jasper returning, and Santa realized at least part of the reason why when the elf entered. Santa noticed first that the elf carried numerous coils of light rope over his shoulder. He saw also that the elf had changed from his work clothes to his Sunday suit of dark brown velvet. With it he wore a red and white striped shirt and a silk tie of brown and maroon paisley. From his chest pocket, a huge silk handkerchief of maroon thrust up and out in a great puff. And this time he guided into the room an elf Santa recognized as Rachet. He saw also with surprise and delight that the sturdy little man was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. He was dressed in his vested Sunday suit of dark green corduroy, a blue shirt, and a silk tie of dark green foularded with dull gold florets. From the patch chest pocket of his coat, a silk handkerchief of dull gold rose up in a big dimpled puff. The little fellow's arms and hands were bound very tightly behind his back, snug coils of rope lashing his upper arms above the elbows to his sides, more coils binding his wrists together. The gag looked cruelly effective, a great wad of bandannas stuffed in his mouth and distending his jaws wide, a bandanna, folded into a bandage, dragged back hard enough between his spread jaws to make his cheeks bulge on either side and knotted behind his head. Yet another bandanna was tied tightly over the elf's eyes as a blindfold.
Jasper gave his friend a little spinning push that sent him staggering helplessly into the open center of the room. The bound man gave a muffled grunt into the enormous gag as he stumbled forward and then came to rest a foot or two from where Santa sat helplessly bound and gagged himself. Rachet turned his blind head from side to side uncertainly.
"Mmmmph? Mugummmmmph?"
Jasper, grinning, came to him and turned him to face their bound up boss, and then he reached up to loosen the blindfold. As the thickly folded bandanna fell away from his eyes, Rachet stared eagerly, with a bright and intent gaze, at his fellow prisoner, moaning his approval.
"Mmmmph! Ummmph! Mmmmummmmph!" Immediately on loosening the bandanna blindfold, Jasper had let the soft bandage drop down to Rachet's mouth, and he now tied the thick band tightly around the little man's head to augment the already thorough gag.
"Mmmmmm! Mummmph!"
Santa watched in fascination.
"Well, boss," Jasper said with a grin at Santa, "what do you think of your fellow captive?" As he spoke, he turned the other sturdy elf around. "A neat little package, don't you think, if I do say so myself. Notice the fine job of roping on his arms and wrists, and the gag, I must tell you, is as big as yours despite the fact that Rachet is a much smaller man." He turned the little man to face Santa once more. "Take note, also, if you will, boss, of the chest pocket handkerchief," and as he spoke, Jasper gave the huge puff of heavy silk at his captive's breast a tap. "Rachet here really likes big silk pocket handkerchiefs almost as much as he likes gags." He looked down to plump the huge maroon silk puff at his own breast. "That's why I wear this dandy puff myself of a Sunday, to keep my friend in the mood, so to speak." Santa noticed that the other elf was staring now at Jasper's big silk puff with an eager eye.
"So, Santa," Jasper went on, "how about it? Are you willing to dress up for my friend and yours here?"
Santa looked from one to the other and then nodded vigorously.
"Uumm humph!" he mumbled into the gag.
"Good man," Jasper said with a smile. "Always willing to help your workers." He winked. "Well, I'd better loosen those ropes--for the time being." As he set to work doing so, he looked up at Santa. "But the gag will stay."
Santa nodded.
As soon as he was freed from his chair, Santa stretched and twisted to get the blood back into his limbs, and then, followed by the two elves, Rachet still, of course, with his arms bound and his mouth gagged, the old man turned and went into his bedroom. He took off his boots with Jasper's help, and then he stood up and removed his red, fur-trimmed trousers, hanging them neatly in his closet. From the same closet, he took out his good suit, the same dark maroon suit he was shown wearing in Jasper's drawing of him. Laying this on his bed, he turned to his bureau to take out a clean white shirt, black socks, and a big handkerchief of silk, white and red paisley. He put on the shirt and socks, and then put on the trousers of his suit. Then he took black shoes from his closet and put them on. His breath wheezed a bit as he bent over to tie the laces, and Jasper, with a cheerful smile, tied them for him. Then the old man took out from his closet a silk tie of red and white and black rep stripes and knotted that carefully around his neck. All the while, Rachet watched, his brown eyes sparkling with pleasure above the tight bandanna of his gag.
Now Santa took up the vest of his suit and put it on, buttoning it snugly over his ample belly. Then he took up his coat and shrugged into it. At last he picked up the huge handkerchief of silk. Turning to face Rachet, he winked at the sturdy little man as he set about putting it into his chest pocket, stuffing and puffing and tugging until he had arranged the big square of rich cloth into a great lolling puff that lifted up and over the edge of his pocket to thrust out in a thick triangular lobe of patterned silk.
"Mmmmmmummmmmph! Mugummmmmmmmphummmph!" The sight of his boss arranging that huge handkerchief in his own chest pocket with such care obviously aroused Rachet, and the elf moaned into his huge gag. Even as he did so, Jasper seized him and shoved him over to Santa's bed. The bed was a big four-poster, made of oak, each of the corners supported by tall posts that were more like beams, logs almost a foot in diameter, carved in low relief with oak leaves and acorns and highly waxed and polished. Jasper pushed his friend to stand with his back to the right-hand post at the foot of the bed and bound him tightly to it with some the rope he had carried over his shoulder. In a matter of moments, he had his friend lashed from head to foot to the heavy upright beam of wood, tight coils encircling the little man's body from chest to ankles. Santa watched in fascination. He realized that the sight of the elf so completely bound up, so thoroughly gagged, so utterly helpless was extremely exciting to him, that the sight added to his pleasure in his own bondage.
The old man had little time to savor this realization, however, for, as soon as he had finished binding Rachet to the bedpost, Jasper turned to him. He took the ropes the other elves had first used to bind Santa and used them to bind the old fellow once more, tying his hands tightly behind his back and lashing his upper arms securely to his sides. Then, with a grin and a bow, he invited Santa to stand beside the other post at the foot of his own bed, and, when Santa readily complied, used the ropes he had brought on his last return to bind the old man tightly to the post, climbing up onto the bed to lash his upper body to the beam of wood and climbing back down to wind snug coils of rope around the man's thighs and lower legs. When he was done, the elf and Santa stood tightly bound to the big bedposts, their hands and arms secured and cocoons of rope holding them firmly to the heavy uprights.
The two looked at each other, each struggling in the ropes that held him, each mumbling uselessly into his huge bandanna gag. Each found his own bondage exciting in itself, and each found that the sight of the other in like bondage much increased his excitement. Jasper crossed to Santa's bureau and returned with a couple of the old fellow's big bandannas in his hand. He opened one and folded it on the diagonal into a thick, soft roll. Unfastening the fly of Rachet's trousers, he drew out the elf's rigid cock and used the bandanna to tie up his stiff member, cinching the soft roll tightly around the base of the little man's privates and then using the bandanna to encircle the man's cock alone, and then wrapping the long ends around the roots of the man's balls, stretching his ball sack and making the two globes stand out in a shiny package. As he did so, he turned to look at Santa.
"You'll notice, boss," he said, "that I've tied you on Rachet's right, so your left side is turned to him, the side with your suit chest pocket, the side with that big show handkerchief you so nicely puffed in your pocket for him." Santa glanced down at the big lobe of silk that lolled from his chest pocket, and then he looked over once more at his companion prisoner. Rachet was staring at the big handkerchief with bright eyes, tugging at his ropes and moaning into his huge gag as Jasper worked on binding up the little man's cock. He noticed that the elf's own silk handkerchief was thrusting out from the fellow's chest pocket even more protuberantly than before, forced forward by the way the sturdy little fellow was bound.
Jasper now took up the second of Santa's bandannas, and he performed the same service as he had on Rachet's privates on Santa himself, opening the old fellow's fly, drawing out the old man's rigid cock, and binding it up with the soft roll of the handkerchief. When he was done, he stepped back for a moment to examine his handiwork. His two captives stood helplessly bound to either bedpost, each of them secured with tight coils of rope, each of them cruelly and effectually gagged with great wads of bandanna handkerchiefs stuffed and secured into their mouths. The cock and balls of each man were neatly bound up, standing out rigidly from their groins, exposed and vulnerable. Jasper returned to Santa's bureau and took out several more bandannas, He opened each of them, but, instead of rolling them, he tied three knots into each one, one at the end, and one each about a quarter and about half down their length. Then he gathered them up together at their unknotted ends and let them hang down. Santa instantly saw that the elf had made himself a kind of bandanna cat-o-nine-tails, a soft-looking whip.
With a grin, Jasper turned to Rachet and lifted the bandanna whip. He brought the long ends down softly onto the elf's bound up and stiffly exposed cock, and Rachet moaned into his gag, twisting helplessly in his bonds.
"Mmmmmmummmph! Mugulummmph! Mmmmmmmmugummmmmmmph!"
The little man was staring over at Santa, his bright eyes roving over his companion in bondage, flicking from the old man's gag to his big silk puff to his rigid cock and back. Santa saw that the little fellow was getting more and more excited, driven to greater ecstasy by his own helplessness, the sight of his big puff-handkerchiefed boss bound and gagged beside him, and the mock torture Jasper was inflicting on his exposed privates. In a moment, he gave a yell muffled by his huge gag, went stiff in the ropes that bound him, and then his spunk burst from his leaping cock, once, twice, three times, four times, five times, and he gave a final muffled yell, and then he sank down into his ropes.
Immediately, Jasper turned his attention to Santa. The old man had found himself immensely excited by the sight of his fellow prisoner being teasingly whipped in that manner, at the little man's obvious excitement in seeing him, Santa himself, bound and gagged and also helpless, and wearing that huge silk handkerchief puffed in his chest pocket, and by being himself so thoroughly trussed and brutally gagged.
As Jasper approached him, Santa writhed in the ropes that held him securely to the bedpost. He winced in anticipation as Japer brought up the bandanna whip, and then the whip came down onto his exposed and vulnerable cock where it stuck out in its own bandanna bondage from his groin.
"Mmmmmummmph! Mugulummmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmgmmmaummmph!!"
To his astonishment, Santa found that the sensation of having his cock gently whipped--there was no pain, only a concentrated impact, a sensation of vulnerability that increased the pleasure he felt in being so completely bound, so cruelly gagged--heightened his sexual arousal almost to the breaking point. For several minutes, Jasper lightly applied the whip to the old man's bound cock, and the old man strained in his ropes and moaned hopelessly into his enormous gag. At last the old fellow was moaning so piteously, was looking down at his captor with such a pleading look in his blue eyes, Jasper grinned and spoke, still lightly whipping his prisoner's bandanna-bound cock.
"I guess you're not going to come like Rachet, are you, old fellow? Guess I'll have to help you." He dropped the whip and took Santa's cock into his hand. It took only a few quick strokes, the old fellow was so close to climax.
"MMMMMMMUGULMMMPH!! MUMMMMMMUGULMMMMPH!!!" Santa twisted in his ropes desperately and shouted into his huge bandanna gag as his spunk leap out of his dick in a long arch of white juice, pumping once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times in thick spurts. As his boss slumped down into his ropes, Jasper stepped back and quickly took his own rigid dick from his fly. Looking from one to the other of his bound and gagged prisoners, he pumped his own cock slowly.
Rachet, recovered from his own climax, watched eagerly. To encourage his friend, he struggled in his ropes and moaned into his huge gag, knowing that the other elf was immensely excited at the idea of having a man bound and gagged and captive against his will. Rachet pretended to fight his ropes, to struggle against his gag.
"Mmmmmph! Mugulmmmmph!! Mmmmmmmmmmmph!!!!"
In a moment, Santa caught on and he, too, began to struggle and shout.
"Mmmmmmmph! Mugulmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmphugulmmph!!"
Looking from one to the other, savoring their helplessness, the uselessness of their tugging and jerking at the ropes he knew he had tied so well, their fighting the huge gags he had so enjoyed stuffing deep into their mouths and tying in so securely, Jasper pumped at his cock faster and faster. In a few moments, the sight of the two other men struggling and moaning brought him to the edge, and he shouted as his cum spurted out in great gouts of white spunk onto the floor. His two companions shouted into their gags, excited themselves to have been the source of his pleasure. Both their cocks were beginning once more to stiffen. Santa wondered for a moment how Jasper would look bound and gagged, and he decided to see if Rachet had ever wondered the same thing. Between the two of them, they might have a surprise for their friend, a surprise involving lots of rope and maybe, Santa thought, maybe a three bandanna gag.