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Santa's Slave Training
It was Christmas Eve. I had just turned eighteen years old. I was plotting my escape from this hellhole of a childhood. I hated my parents and they were not particularly fond of me. I was "the bad seed". My brothers and sisters were all goody two shoes. They got great grades. They were nice to our parents. They respected them.
I, on the other hand, was a rebel. I thought only of myself. The reason I stayed was for the free food and the shelter. I wasn't completely stupid. I knew that running away would simply make my life worse than it was. That didn't mean I didn't send my mother to bed crying some nights or was so mean to my siblings they stopped speaking to me.
Now that I was 18, I thought I could get a job, a little apartment and get the fuck out. I had been working since I was about 12 because I wanted to be away from home as much as possible. I knew how to work. I had saved every dime in anticipation of when I could reasonably leave this horrible place.
This horrible place was actually a lovely seven bedroom, eight and a half bath McMansion in a tony suburb. My parents were quite well off. All of us went to the best private schools. I was never at want for anything growing up. I just hated it.
I went to sleep that night thinking about having to deal with the annoyance of being nice to everyone tomorrow morning as we opened presents around the tree, had an abundant Christmas dinner on our fine china, and all the relatives and friends coming to visit. It was going to be another dreadful Christmas.
Oh, by the way, I never believed in Santa Claus. As early as I can remember, I thought it was the stupidest thing. The story didn't make any sense. I made a point of ruining my siblings' Christmas with my diatribes about this ridiculous Santa myth. My sisters would go crying to my parents telling them what I said. Banishment to my room did not keep me from debunking the crap out of Santa, his tiny elves and those fucking flying reindeer. What a crock!
Shortly after going to sleep that Christmas Eve, I woke up startled. "What the fuck are you doing?" I said.
There were elves all around me and they were tying me up. They tied my wrists to the top of the bed frame. They put a ball gag in my mouth. They lifted my legs securing them to the top bedpost as well. They bent me in half with my butt cheeks exposed. They started sexually abusing me. They put tit clamps on my nipples, and not those pussy rubber ones. These nipple clamps had teeth that speared my skin. I was mortified, scared and downright turned on at the same time. My dick became rock hard. They started spreading my ass cheeks. I was a virgin but not for long. One of the elves pulled down his pants. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least 10 inches long and he was going to stick it in my hole. He jammed it into my ass with no lube; not even spit. I screamed into the ball gage. He plowed my hole like a fiend. Within short order, he was depositing a huge load of elf cum into me.
The rest of them did the same thing. Luckily, after the first elf plowing, my ass was moist and lubed from the copious amounts of cum. Each elf had a big cock and large loads. I could feel it oozing out of my stretched and raw bum.
After completion of this assault, the elves untied my legs. My hands came next. They lifted me off the bed swiftly walking me outside to Santa's sleigh. The elves threw me in the back and Santa yelled out for his team of reindeer to take off. I blacked out. I woke when the sleigh landed but it wasn't the North Pole. It was somewhere in a hot desert. The elves lifted me out of the sleigh. I was whisked into a huge building. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the sign "Naughty List Slave Processing Plant." The words naughty list' was bad enough, but slave processing plant'. What did that mean?
Now I was very scared. It was bad enough that my belief in Santa, his elves and his reindeer came in the form of a bludgeoning of my butthole and a naked sleigh ride through the sky. This was not what the myth and fairy tale prescribed.
Once inside the elves presented me to an elf with a cap that said, "Head Processing Elf." I continued to have the tit clamps on. Now my nipples were completely numb from the pain. My dick was still erect and elf cum was discharging out of my ass. The elves undid the ball gag so I could speak.
"John Taylor." HP Elf said.
"Yes Sir." I answered. I knew that this was no time to be disrespectful.
"Do you know why you are here?" HP Elf asked.
"No Sir."
"You are here, John Taylor, because you are on Santa's Naughty List. You are a fucking pain in the ass. You are here to learn some manners and respect for others. Your stay here will not be pleasant. The faster you learn, the faster you will get out of here. There is no escape. You will leave from here only when you are cured of being the stupid jerk you have been your entire life. It can be a long time or a short time, your choice. Take the fucker away."
I didn't have time to consider the fact that Santa's elf was using the words "fuck", "fucking", "pain in the ass" and "stupid jerk" in his speech and the implication of how different that tone was from the fairy tale.
I was grabbed by two elves. God these little buggers were strong. They took me to another room where the slave handlers moved me into a cross position tying me securely. I yelped as they unclipped the nipple clamps. The elves proceeded to put some lotion all over my body including my face, but not my eyebrows or head. After a few minutes, my skin started to burn. I screamed at the top of my lungs.
A few more minutes passed and the burning subsided. The elves aimed a water hose at me washing all the lotion off. I looked down onto my body to see that all my hair was gone. I was so proud of my hair because I reached puberty early about age ten. I was hairier than anyone else I knew in my gym class at school. It gave me a feeling of maturity, that I was a man before my time. I felt some tears start to well, but I shoved them down because, even without hair, I was still a man.
The elves dried me off, untied me, then moved me to another room. The elves instructed me to lie down on a table. It was an operating table. This time I was strapped to the table in such a way that I could not move a muscle. What were they going to do to me now?
An elf in doctor's scrubs walked into the room. The table was wide enough for him to stand next to me since all the elves were between 2 feet and 3 feet tall. I was a normal size human.
He pulled a clamp down from the ceiling placing it on my nipple. He then pushed a button so the rope started to retreat and my nipple pulled away from my chest. He injected a local anesthetic into my breasts. All of a sudden, he takes a huge needle sticking it through my skin just the light side of my areola in one end and out the other. Blood spewed out. Quickly he cauterized the wound followed by inserting a two-inch diameter, 0-gauge stainless steel ring.
I passed out.
When I awoke, there was an identical ring behind my other nipple. My cock was rock hard with an equal size ring through the piss slot. They had injected my penis with anesthetic and erection medication. They told me it was easier to do the operation with an erect penis. Trust me; the erection lasted more than four hours.
They took me to a recovery room with other young men in equal amounts of pain and agony. I must say that for all the cruelty of the surgery, the male elf nurses were very kind. They made sure that there was no infection and that I was comfortable. They wanted me to heal well and quickly. The rest of my time at this place would be rife with discomfort and torture.
I looked down at my disfigured body. I was so sad but I was not about to cry. Nobody could make me cry. Nobody.
I slept for a long time. Finally, I was well enough. The slave handler elves came into the room taking me away again. I could not understand how these tiny men could have such power and strength. I was no match for them.
They brought me into this huge plant. You could not see the other side of it. As I focused, I saw young men like myself standing on an assembly line. They were all naked. Their nipple rings and cock ring attached to the side of the line so they could not move from their station. I then noticed that what they were making toys.
The elves brought me to a station and told me to stand still. They attached my tit rings to the line as well as my penis. They then inserted a catheter into my piss slit. This was so that if I had to pee I would not need to stop work.
There was a tube hanging down in front of my face. They told me that this was a feeding tube. It would provide all the nourishment I would need for my shift. I was to take a sip whenever I felt hungry or thirsty, but they warned me that I could only do it without disrupting the line.
Finally, they placed a set of headphones over my ears. There was music playing. It wasn't just any kind of music, it was Christmas music. It was all the holiday stuff. No religious carols. I heard "Deck the Halls", "Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer", "Frosty The Snowman", "White Christmas", etc. over and over and over and over again.
There was a diagram as to what I was supposed to do with each toy as it came by. It was very simple because it involved one part then the toy moved to the next slave for the next part.
If this wasn't freaky enough, I quickly observed that I was making the latest toys for the holiday season. This was the stuff I had seen advertised on television ever since Thanksgiving about what was hot for Christmas. All these toys were made by Santa's slave labor and all the rich brats like me in the United States would be getting them for Christmas.
The shifts were incredibly long. We stood the whole time. If we even thought about slowing down, an elf would come by with a bullwhip and flog us. There were screams happening throughout the plant.
The first time the bullwhip came across my back I shrieked but continued to work. I could feel the blood running down my back and onto my ass cheeks. The worst part of the whippings was that my body would jump with severe yanks of the tethered rings on my tits and cock. That's why the doctor put the rings into the depth of my skin behind the areolas so that they wouldn't rip out when I was beaten.
Finally, I was pulled from my station. Another distraught slave replaced me. The elves took me to a dining hall where slaves were having their evening meal. Right after the meal, we were marched to our bunks, given a shot of sedative and allowed to rest.
Awakening the following morning, they paraded us to a large bathing area. I noticed cum dripping out of my ass. It was sopping out of the asses of every slave in line. During the night, the elves came into the sleeping area to fuck the slaves. With their huge cocks, it wasn't long before I could not completely get my ass muscles to close.
In the bathing area, the orders were to insert water tubes into our bowels to clean ourselves out. There was to be no shitting on the line. Punishment to any slave who shit during a shift was severe. We were all quite thorough.
The slave handler elves led us to our stations. We replaced another set of slaves that had been working while we eat, slept, were fucked by 10" elf cock and shit. Those slaves were now going to get the same privilege. The production line never stopped.
This went on and on. I have no idea of the time. All I know is it was the identical routine every day. I was whipped at least once a day. I began to understand that the elves in charge enjoyed whipping the slaves. I was on my best behavior and I still was beaten. When I went to sleep at night moments before the sleep drug kicked in, I could feel the marks and wounds on my back and ass. I was getting close to actually crying, but the sedative took over first.
I continued to do my best with the thought that by doing so I may get out sooner.
One day I was pulled from the line during my shift. I have no idea how long I had been at Santa's slave training. The shifts just blended – work the shift, eat, sleep, get fucked, shit, repeat.
The slave handler elves took me to a large room. Before me was Santa Claus sitting on a throne. He was naked except for his leather boots and a full harness that accentuated his beefy, gray-haired chest, huge nipples, and big manly belly down to his 12-inch erect cock.
The elves brought me in front of him and forced me to kneel.
Santa spoke, "John Taylor. Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to be a good boy now? Are you going to treat your superiors with respect? Are you going to be of service to others? Are you going to stop thinking about yourself all the time?"
"Yes Sir." I broke. I broke down. I cried like a little baby. I crawled to him and started to kiss his boots. My entire life flooded through my brain. I thought of all the horrible things that I had done; the way I treated my teachers, the way I treated my family. The realization was overwhelming. I hadn't had time to think about it during my slave internment, but now that I had a moment, the horror of what a mean person I had been shook me to my core.
Santa was patient. He waited for me to process everything without pushing me. He waited until there were no more tears. When I finished, he said, "Very good. I believe you. You have done well here. You put in the effort. I warn you though. When you go back, I will be watching. If you fuck up, the elves will come and get you again."
"Yes Sir. Yes Santa. I understand."
"The elves and I have one last thing to do to you before you go. Elves move John over to the fuck table. Get his legs in the straps and raise them into position. Then line up."
The elves brought me to the table. Except for my legs, my body was not restrained. One by one, the elves inserted their ten-inch cocks in me and fucked me hard. Their loads were so much more than any human could produce. I felt the white liquid oozing out of my ass from the very first. That was a good thing because elf cum was a great lubricant. At least fifty elves fucked me. I lost count.
Once the elves were finished, Santa was last. His huge dick slid into me with ease. Santa allowed me to play with his nipples while he fucked me. His belly slammed against my cock and thighs. I could barely hold on. I grabbed his leather harness to stabilize myself during the thrashing. Finally, he roared and added his Kris Kringle cream to my inner sanctum.
The elves untied my legs and helped me walk to the sleigh. Santa got in along with a few elves. We were all naked. We flew out of there at lightning speed. I saw a little bit of the lights of earth before one of the elves drugged me.
When I awoke, the clock said 5:30 AM. I looked at my cellphone to check the date and it was December 25 of the same year. I laid there for a few minutes thinking `was that a dream?'
I touched my chest. There were the nipple rings. I touched my cock feeling the 0-gauge at my piss hole. My ass was wet. I sat up. The bed was soaked where my ass lay. I leaned down to smell it thinking I had wet the bed with pee. No, it was cum. There was elf and Santa cum pouring out of my bowels.
I unsteadily walked to my bathroom. I turned on the light. It was the first time I had seen myself. My body was hairless. My body hair never returned nor did I ever shave my face again. The elves permanently removed my hair. The rest of my life I looked like a little boy. The tit and cock rings were there. I turned around. There were the scars and gashes from the whippings. Had this all been real?
I sat on the toilet forever attempting to get the last of the elf babies out of my hole. I managed to get myself into the shower to clean myself up.
I dressed. I didn't want anyone to see what had happened to me. It would be bad enough if they noticed I had no arm hair. In fact, my parents, friends and relatives never saw me again with my shirt off. I didn't want to upset them with the tit rings and the scars on my back.
I walked out into the living room. There were presents everywhere. My parents came down first. "Good morning John." They said with the usual hesitancy.
"Good morning Mom. Good morning Dad. Merry Christmas." I gave them a big hug and, again, started to cry.
Talk about freak out. My parents were beside themselves. I could never tell them what happened. I simply made the humblest of apologies for my conduct.
I stayed on my best behavior all day. I helped in the kitchen. I talked to the relatives. I smiled. I cleaned up. I became a good kid.
I nixed the idea of running away from home. I promised myself that I would never intentionally hurt my parents or siblings again. Instead, through the rest of my senior year I did the best I could in school. I went to a good university the following fall.
One of the strangest things occurred after my slave training with Santa and his elves. I would only look at short men. I found no other type of man attractive. I was a good-looking guy and could have any chap I wanted. I didn't have sex or date. I knew that I needed one kind of man. I needed a dominant top that was no taller than 5'6". He had to have a massive cock. I wanted someone who would control me. Every masturbation fantasy I had involved being a slave. All I wanted was to be a good boy to a master.
I went through most of college before I found that special someone my senior year. He walked up to me in the library one night and said, "Boy you are coming with me."
I looked up from my studies to see this 5'4" hunk. He was the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was solid muscle. His head was completely shaved and he had a goatee. His t-shirt barely contained his massive pectoral muscles, biceps, lats and projectile nipples. The "V" shape of his body tapered directly to a huge bulge just south of his tight abs.
At that moment, i became a slave. i responded by bowing my head and saying, "Yes Sir." i got on my knees and crawled to Master. He put a collar on, told me to stand up, pick up my books and led me out of the library by a chain. Master and i have been together ever since.
He is my master. i am his slave. i work a regular job. i attend to family business. my parents think He is the sweetest man on the planet. They are so grateful that i straightened out and found a loving man.
What they don't know is that unless i am doing the duties of life, work or family, i serve him. i make no decisions. Master tells me what to do. i have no control over my finances. i released it all to Him. i trust Master will take care of me. i do my best to serve Master. He loves me with all His heart even though if people knew what Master does to me, they wouldn't think it was love.
Master and i have an incredible BDSM sex life. There are many more scars on my back added beyond the elves' handiwork. i love Him abusing me. i love Him fucking me with His eleven-inch rod. i am now so grateful that the elves fucked me nightly during my slave training. Those nightly elf fucks taught my bowels how to take Master's fist and forearm with ease. The moment when Master's arm is fully inside me connects us to the point that Master and i are one.
Master also trained my mouth and gullet to take His cock. It took a long time, but he was patient. i eventually got to the point where i lost my gag reflex, yet i still couldn't quite take the last three inches of Master's magnificence. i longed to feel Master's pubs on my chin. Master finally resorted to having all my teeth removed. The reward of that traumatic experience was my lips reached his pubs. i am so ever obliged to Master for that operation, as it is another way that i feel i can serve him best.
Most nights i sleep in an iron cage in the basement or at the foot of Master's bed. Master has no pattern for which it will be. i go where i am told. Then there are the nights when Master allows me to sleep with Him. Those nights are glorious. To feel His incredible body next to mine is what i live for.
Usually when i get the honor and privilege to sleep in His bed, Master allows me to masturbate. He holds me and i suck His nipples. i produce copious amounts of cum because i am not allowed to masturbate without Him. Master does not put my penis in a cock cage. He believes a cock cage is damaging to a penis. He believes a penis should get hard naturally, but i am never to cum without permission. That requires much discipline for this slave. Master believes that a good slave can mentally train himself. This is a difficult area because my worship of Master is so great that sometimes my slave penis gets excited and spurts without my touching it. Then again, punishment follows that, which in itself is its own reward.
i work hard each day to stay off Santa Claus and Master's Naughty List. i never want to go back on the slave line of the toy factory and i never want to displease my Master.
Thank you Santa and the elves. With each passing Christmas, i appreciate more that you gave me the ultimate gift. You taught me to be a good boy, a good slave, and to serve others instead of myself.
The End
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