Date: Tue, 15 Dec 2015 00:46:52 +0000
From: Drew Hoole <drew.hoole12345@gmail.com>
Subject: My last Real Christmas Part 1

Hey usual disclaimers about age restrictions apply. I as the auther claim
copywrite and all that no reposts etc.

This story features a young adult engaging in BDSM under questionable
consent with a Christmas tree, I'm going to get onto man/man stuff next
time or maybe elf/boy stuff who knows. Any feedback would be appreciated as
this is my first story and as always donate to this site!
-Drew.hoole12345@gmail.com


		       My last Real Christmas Part 1


Next Christmas I'll be 18 years old, an adult, a grown up. Too old for the
magic of Christmas. A true tragedy. I'll never experience Christmas the
same way again, no more being too excited to sleep, no more leaving out
milk and cookies, no more passing out while desperately awaiting the sound
of hooves on a snow covered roof. No this is my last real Christmas, I may
be 17 I'm adamant that I can still feel that Christmas magic one last time.
In fact, I owe it to myself to try my hardest to experience the magic one
last time. With that thought firmly embedded in my brain I wait until my
folks have gone to bed, slip a pair of PJ bottoms on over my naked butt
like a kid and sneak down to the living room. This year is it, this year is
the year I catch a glimpse of Santa Claus.

I wait for hours and hours in silence as any noise could wake my mum and
dad up, but this boredom is threating to send me off to sleep. I need to
keep myself awake somehow but just can't figure out a way. Lost deep in
thought I go to itch my still hairless balls but my hand gets distracted by
my raging hard on. Realising the resolution to my problem was between my
legs the whole time I waste no time freeing my young cock from my PJs and
letting my fist go to town on it. But something isn't quite right.

I slide my foreskin over my glans and retract it back down as frantically
as I usually do but it just isn't doing it for me. I try increasing my pace
but that doesn't help either. My cock isn't satisfying me as it usually
would and I can't quite figure out why. Disgruntled I snatch one of the
oversized candy canes my mother forbids us from eating off of the tree. I
sit and suck the giant cane, which must be at least an inch longer than my
average sized dick and about half the girth of it, but my cock refuses to
go down. I can't believe this, my cock won't let me get off but it won't
let me not get off, the fuck kinda curse is that. I'm sucking the girthy
oversized candy cane while contemplating what I could possibly do to get
myself off, when all of a sudden, it hits me. I slowly pull the thick shaft
of the candy cane out of my mouth and in a moment of Christmas madness I
spread my legs wider and lower the festive treat down past my hairless
balls to my uncharted territory. It's like my hand has a mind of its own as
I press it against my reluctant boy hole, I can't stop it. I must do this,
I must feel it. And I do, I push the thick treat past my tight sphincter
and into my hole. The feeling is incredible as I shove the cane deeper and
deeper into me. God I never knew how good this could be, my tight hole
clamping down on the spit slicked but sticky treat as it slides in and out
of me. It's as if the cane is in control now.

Fucking myself with the cane feels so good but I need more, I crawl to the
tree with the cane still in my ass to grab another one but collapse half
way as I feel the cane moving of its own accord. I moan deeply as it shoves
itself deeper into me. This must be wrong I think to myself as I look back
over my shoulder to find the cane moving in and out of my ass by itself.
Freaked out I jump up and try to yank the cane from my ass but it won't
budge. I struggle and fight with the seemingly sentient sweet until I feel
it dislodge from within me. I withdraw the cane steadily until I've almost
got all 7" of the shaft out when it catches me off guard and plunges itself
deep into me. My mind goes blank and I fall forwards from the shock of the
powerful prostate assault and go head first into the tree.

I drag myself out of the wreckage of a tree, only to find I've got tinsel
wrapped around my ankle. I reach down to untie myself when it suddenly
yanks me upside down and into the air. Dangling by my foot, stark naked
with a candy cane wedged in my butt I try to rip the tinsel from my leg but
my arms are quickly subdued and restrained by even more tentacles of
malicious tinsel. I barely have time to wonder what the fuck is happening
when another candy cane leaps up and scales my body. Fearing my anus won't
be able to cope with the additional cane I open my mouth to cry for help
but a tinsel strand is fast to wedge a soft bauble in there. Any time I was
going to spend registering the invasion of my mouth is cut short by the
anal assault of another oversized candy cane.

I feel as though my hole is going to tear in two as the second deliciously
devious treat forces its way in and alongside its companion. I think I'm
going to pass out as the canes do their worst on my tight hole and my eyes
slowly begin to roll back into my head until I catch a glimpse of movement
on the floor below. I focus on it and see two nutcrackers hopping towards
me. A new fear strikes through me as I see the sinister toys marching
over. Oh god, NUT-crackers, I recoil at the thought and restart my useless
fight with the tinsel as lowers me towards two pairs of snapping jaws. `No,
please no! Not my nuts, please I need my balls oh god please' I try to
scream but the gag silences the sounds before I can make them. Tears are
streaming from my eyes and dripping down my forehead to the ground. A
fleeting wonder of how ridiculous I must look crying upside down tied to
the ceiling wanders through my brain but I'm given no time to dwell on it
as my face comes into contact with the cold wooden floor. `This is it' I
think as I see the nutcrackers feet. This is the end of my baby makers,
destroyed by sentient toys. Fucks sake.

Pain as the jaws clamp down, followed by surprise as they clamp down on my
nipples. Oh thank god. More pain as they clamp harder, maybe I spoke too
soon. They begin to pull my nips as they bite and I begin to moan as the
pain transforms to a sharp pleasure. Wait what the fuck?! I'm moaning about
being bitten by wooden men, fucked by sweets while I'm being tied up and
gagged by tree decorations. This has got to be the weirdest experience of
my life.

"Think again young one." A deep, booming voice announced from above.

I open my eyes and am met with the sight of snow crusted black boots, I
tilt my head and two legs clad in red come into view. I follow the legs up
and loiter on a rather large looking bulge. The tinsel hoists me up again,
a blur of red and white flashes past my eyes until it stops on a rugged
looking, white bearded face with kind but powerful looking eyes. "Now then,
did no one tell you playing with yourself is very very naughty?" He said
with a sly grin.