Xmas Slavery at the Mall.
By The Slaver.
Late Afternoon: The local Sheriff parked his car behind the mall and entered it through one of the loading bays. As the Sheriff’s eyes got uses to the dim light in the loading bay a figure in the shadows Marc is barely standing when Vince spins him around again and wrapped its massive leather clad arm and bulging bicep around the Sheriff’s throat. Held tightly in the sleeper hold, the Sheriff’s eyes roll back into his head as he slumped forward into the blackness of unconsciousness. The figure let go of the unconscious Sheriff who slumped to the ground, for good measure the figure soccer kicked the Sheriff in the ribs. There was no movement from the handsome Sheriff as he lays sprawled on the ground.
Sometime later: Marine Lieutenant Mykros pulled his truck to a stop, and climbed out and made his way across the parking lot to the mall, it had started to snow, and already there was an inch or so of snow covering the ground. The Marine entered the mall; he stopped a short way from the mall’s entrance and looked around the mall. It was late in the evening; and as tomorrow was Dec 25 quite a lot of the shops were already closed, or just about to close. But this did not matter to Lieutenant Mykros, he was not there to shop for gifts; Lieutenant Mykros was there to solve a mystery. The mystery of the disappearance of his friend and fellow Marine, called Smith.
Smith had returned home to the town that both he and Lieutenant Mykros came from, on leave two days ago. The morning after he had arrived home, Smith had taken his young nephew, his sister’s son, to see Santa in his grotto at the mall. Three hours later, Smith’s sister got a call from mall security; that her son had been found wandering around the mall, upset and crying. It seemed that Smith had just vanished into thin air, what could be learned from Smith’s nephew, which wasn’t much, was that Smith had taken him into the grotto.
While the young boy had gone into Santa’s grotto, Smith, like a lot of the other older people most of who were men, stayed in the outer grotto watching the large flat screen T.V’s that were on the outer grotto’s walls. When the young lad came out from seeing Santa, Smith and several of the other young men in the grotto had just simply disappeared, no trace of them could be found anywhere in the mall.
After his arrival home; and on hearing about Smith’s disappearance Lieutenant Mykros had go to the local Sheriff to find out all he know; which was not a lot. The Sheriff was not in his office and in fact he had not been seen for several hours. The Sheriff was looking into the case, but the young Deputy in the office could not tell Lieutenant Mykros any more than that. So Lieutenant Mykros had left the Sheriff’s office, got into his truck and driven across town to the mall.
Lieutenant Mykros moved towards the glass sided lift in the middle of the mall, and rode it to the third level. After leaving the lift Lieutenant Mykros made his way to the grotto: but when he got there the grotto was closed and had been partly dismantled. It looked just like what it was, several partly empty shop units. A hand written sign hanging on the open door of one the units said: Sorry Closed. But Santa will be back next year!
Taking no notice of the rope barrier in front of the units; Lieutenant Mykros stepped over the rope and walked through the open door. Once inside Lieutenant Mykros saw that the unit was not as empty as it looked from the outside. A flat-screen T.V still hung on one of the walls, a red sack stood in the middle of the room, and standing by the sack was a figure dressed as Santa. But as Lieutenant Mykros moved closer he saw that the Santa suit the figure wore was in fact a tight red leather Bondage Santa suit; Dildos and sex toys hung from the black leather belt around the figure’s middle. And the red sack was in fact a Red leather sack; that was filled not with toys, but Bondage gear, sex toys and bottles of Lube. The figure turned as it heard Lieutenant Mykros approach.
“And Who do we have here?” The figure asked in a deep voice that seemed to freeze Lieutenant Mykros to the bone. Lieutenant Mykros shook off the feeling, but did not answer the question. After receiving no reply, the figure said after a few seconds, “Now that’s no very plight is it, Lieutenant Mykros. The figure having read the name tag on the Marine’s fatigues, Lieutenant Mykros stopped dead in his tracks, this guy was starting to freak him out a bit. “I see that you’re a lieutenant in the Marines. You wouldn’t be looking for a fellow Marine called Smith, would you?”
Lieutenant Mykros on hearing Smith’s name exploded in a fit of name calling, cursing and threats. The figure just stood there and waited for Lieutenant Mykros to finish. “Judging be that little outburst of yours, you are looking for Smith.” Smiled the figure, “Well I can save you a lot of trouble! Look at the T.V!” Puzzled the Marine looked at the screen on the wall, the screen sprung into life. On the screen a guy totally hairless and naked appeared; it took Lieutenant Mykros a couple of seconds to realise that the guy on the screen was Smith. Then as if he didn’t have a care in the world, Smith enacted in a wild Male on Male Gay sex act. The Marine turned from the screen and made to move to grab the figure.
The Figure did not move, but turned slightly, and farted at Lieutenant Mykros; the Marine instantly relaxed and froze in place as the musk of the Figure’s fart filled his brain. The Marine’s eyes began to glaze over as the figure continued to let out a string of farts. Lieutenant Mykros’s brain short circuited and his dick got hard and throbbed, and then without warning Lieutenant Mykros’s cock exploded, a large wet patch started to spread over the front of his pants. “I’m Bondage Santa, and by the look of the patch on your pants, I’d say that you like what you smelt.
Bondage Santa shut off the T.V, and picked up the leather sack and said to the Marine, “Follow, Marine boy!” Bondage Santa farted one last time at Lieutenant Mykros and led him from the outer grotto, Lieutenant Mykros followed meekly behind Bondage Santa. Once in the second grotto Bondage Santa acted fast, he know that the smell of his farts would not control the Marine of long; but long enough for him to enslave him completely. “Loose the fatigues and underwear, Marine Boy!” Said Bondage Santa as he sat in the only chair in the room.
The Marine Lieutenant started to strip; Lieutenant Mykros stood naked before Bondage Santa. Bondage Santa spreads open his legs. “Well Marine Boy, a while ago you were screaming and shouting that you and your friend Smith were not Gay. But I happen to know that like Smith, deep down like Smith you are Gay.” Lieutenant Mykros did not reply, but just let out a low moan, “Came here Marine Boy and kneel between my legs. Lieutenant Mykros moaned as his legs acting on their own took him towards Bondage Santa’s spread open legs.
Lieutenant Mykros fell to his knees between Bondage Santa’s open legs; Bondage Santa pulled open his leather pants freeing his cock. “Hm...Marine boy time to start I think. Now boy take my cock into your mouth and taste it. There’s nothing gay about that. Once you’ve tasted my cum, you’ll know for sure whether you’re gay or not,” Bondage Santa coaxed.
‘How very generous of him,’ the now weak, submissive Marine thought. The Marine’s lips parted around the tip of Bondage Santa’s bulging cockhead. Wet and moist, Lieutenant Mykros’s lips took in Bondage Santa’s member willingly, and almost excitedly even, Lieutenant Mykros loved the feel of Bondage Santa’s hands stroking the back of his head and his hair comfortingly. Suddenly everything was forgotten, when the sheer texture and delicate taste that assaulted his tongue the moment the Marine felt Bondage Santa’s cock-head brush against it.
“It’s just like sucking on a lollipop,” Bondage Santa said, egging Lieutenant Mykros on. Within seconds, Lieutenant Mykros, the straight Marine who had only minutes ago been only looking for a missing friend, and fellow Marine, began his first ever blow job, bobbing his head up and down excitedly over Bondage Santa’s member, licking and slurping with delight.
“Now...how could you not have wanted this…Marine boy? You look like....you’re having...such...a…good...time!” Bondage Santa laughed, knowing that it would not be long till he had won. As Bondage Santa’s new conquest’s mouth began to suck faster and more erratically, Bondage Santa pressed the Marine’s head down even harder and let out a loud shout, as he pumped load after load of his delicious cum into Lieutenant Mykros’s waiting mouth, who gobbled it all up eagerly. On Lieutenant Mykros’s part, the sheer explosion of taste on his tongue sent him over the edge, and his own cum was soon splattering onto the grotto’s floor.
Bondage Santa pulled Lieutenant Mykros off his cock and down onto the floor: Bondage Santa stood up and reached into his red leather sack and pulled out a bottle of lube. Then Bondage Santa pulled Axel up onto all fours, so his arse was facing Bondage Santa. Slowly Bondage Santa spread Lieutenant Mykros’s sculpted thighs and lubed the Marine’s chute with his thumb. “Ahhhh yessss ,” Lieutenant Mykros hissed as the drugs in the lubricant from the bottle were massaged into his outer ring. Bondage Santa then began his usual prearranged talk with the soon to be fuck-toy. “Yeah bitch. Feels so good, I’m going to make it feel even better too.”
Bondage Santa grinned. Bondage Santa began to finger fuck Lieutenant Mykros’s whole. “Oh yeah. Feels so fucking good.” Lieutenant Mykros moaned as he wiggled his beefy muscled whole on Bondage Santa’s finger. “Wait till you feel my dick Marine boy,” Bondage Santa said. “You won’t get enough of it soon.”
“You what? Took dick up my butt?” Lieutenant Mykros asked even as he reveled in Bondage Santa’s finger job in his rump. “Marine boy!” Bondage Santa said encouragingly. “My dick up your shit-whole will be fantastic.” Lieutenant Mykros sighed in confusion, “But a dick up my butt!” A small part of him resisted what he was being told; even as Bondage Santa’s digital penetration was turning him on. “Go on Marine Boy,” Bondage Santa hissed lewdly, he so wanted to hump the Marine. “Take it like a Marine,’ Bondage Santa suggested knowing that would do the trick. “Yeah like a man,” Lieutenant Mykros agreed. He was now too out of it to focus on anything but Bondage Santa’s voice.
Bondage Santa smiled and nodded his head, he took his thumb away and slowly inserted his massive dick up Jess’s chute; as he got half way in Lieutenant Mykros’s body quaked. “Fuck, oh gees that hurt!” Lieutenant Mykros bawled, as he tried to pull off of Bondage Santa’s dick. “Relax bitch you can take it.” Bondage Santa cooed. “Relax your whole Bitch, you will take my cock!” Lieutenant Mykros gazed at the floor and nodded. “Yes. I will take it.”
Bondage Santa felt Lieutenant Mykros’s whole relax; he quickly pushed fully in. “Oh man. My ass, you’re fucking my ass man,” Lieutenant Mykros groaned in dismay. “You’re going to be seeded Bitch. Your ass is going to be seeded like your friends’ was; he’s one of my Bitches now.” Bondage Santa said softly.
“Like a Bitch, like Smith was!” Lieutenant Mykros grunted, in his mixed up mind anything Bondage Santa said or did was fine; Lieutenant Mykros would accept it and do it. Bondage Santa let out a loud laugh, it was so sweet. He had set up this macho Marine to be butt busted. Bondage Santa began to fuck harder and faster as the macho Marine under him squirmed.
“Fuck, my ass is on fire,” Lieutenant Mykros bawled, suddenly Bondage Santa’s cock hit Lieutenant Mykros’s prostate. “Oh fuck…oh yeahhhh,” Lieutenant Mykros cried as the massage from Bondage Santa’s dick triggered an erection for him. “You’re being seeded Bitch, just like your friend was!” Bondage Santa replied as he reached down and began to stroke Lieutenant Mykros’s throbbing member.
“Seeded like a Bitch in heat huh,” Bondage Santa whispered to the drugged and dazed Marine as he pounded Lieutenant Mykros over and over, always rubbing that spot in Lieutenant Mykros’s gut that further released cascades of arousal through the Marine’s body. “Like ..a…bitch...in...heat,” Lieutenant Mykros replied, his brain was slowly processed the erotic thrills he felt with the suggested role.
“You are a bitch in heat,” Bondage Santa continued. “It’s what you crave, your friend became one and you want to be just like him right!” Bondage Santa asked, “A Bitch in heat….like Smith…like Smith…be… like Smith,” Lieutenant Mykros answered as his brain whirled and lost the fight. “You crave to be a Bitch like your friend!” Said Bondage Santa. “It’s what....I crave.” Moaned Lieutenant Mykros, Lieutenant Mykros’s pre-programmed craving for cock and his sudden continuous desire to become just like his friend got all mixed up in Lieutenant Mykros’s head.
“Bitch in heat. I’m a Bitch in heat.” He babbled as he ground back on Bondage Santa’s cock; humping himself into his new mental role. “Now Bitch you need to sound like a Bitch-dog,” Bondage Santa whispered devilishly. “Arf, Arf, Arf!” Lieutenant Mykros responded as Bondage Santa’s dick hit his prostate full on.” Lieutenant Mykros howled in obedience as a Bitch-dog dog mentality kicked in as Bondage Santa had commanded. Bondage Santa speeded up his stroking of Lieutenant Mykros’s meat as well. Soon Lieutenant Mykros was baying away, loudly, “AAAHHHHWWWHHHOOOOO!” A huge smile came to Bondage Santa’s face. “Fuck take my cum you Bitch-dog,” Bondage Santa yelled as he spurted his seed up Lieutenant Mykros’s Chute.
“Aahhhh…ahhh…aaahhhwwhhoooo,” Lieutenant Mykros howled as he became a Bitch-dog mentally forever. Lieutenant Mykros’s cock erupted sending a spurt of cum to the floor. Bondage Santa climbed off Lieutenant Mykros. “I’m going to repeat this breakthrough over and over again on you, you arrogant bastard.” By the time I’m done you will permanent connect arousal with being a dog. In fact your brain will think you always were!”
A few hours later Bondage Santa came out of the room having completed Lieutenant Mykros’s training. Bondage Santa moved down the corridor towards another door, Bondage Santa opened the door and looked in the room. In the middle of the room, naked, bound over a metal sawhorse was the Sheriff. Who was just coming round as Bondage Santa walked into the room closing the door behind him. The Sheriff like Lieutenant Mykros had been sticking his nose in where it wasn’t meant to be, or wanted.
“Well Sheriff what am I to do with you?” Said Bondage Santa as he watched the Sheriff begin to struggle, and try to get free from his bonds. “Well, I think that you should take what’s coming to you like a man, and also just relax. There is after all nothing that you can do to stop what I had plan for you from happening!” The Sheriff just struggled harder and yelled abuse at Bondage Santa. Bondage Santa just grinned at the Sheriff, and picked something up from the table by the door
Bondage Santa walked over and stopped in front of the bound Sheriff, Bondage Santa held up a bottle of Bourbon. “I have enough bottles of this to help you relax.” The Sheriff screams at Bondage Santa, “FUCK YOU!! I’m not drinking anything. You hear me?” Bondage Santa laughed. “Oh you don’t have to drink anything Sheriff; these will do the job much quicker!” Bondage Santa slapped the Sheriff’s ass, and held up an empty disposable enema bottle. He began to fill the enema bottle with Bourbon. The Sheriff’s eyes widened was he realizes what is about to happen. When the enema bottle was full, Bondage Santa roughly shoves the tip of the bottle up the Sheriff’s rectum and squeezes the contents deep inside him.
“Alcohol is absorbed much faster into the intestine than through the stomach” Bondage Santa said. The Sheriff struggled to free himself as Bondage Santa prepares another enema bottle with Bourbon, inserted it into the Sheriff’s arse and emptied into the Sheriff. Half a bottle of Bourbon had been shot into the Sheriff, and it was becoming apparent that it was taking effect. The Sheriff slow down and stopped his struggling. His eyes glazed over as if he is drunk. “You can’t do thish to me” The Sheriff said, his words began to slur as the alcohol takes over.
Bondage Santa reached down and grabbed the Sheriff’s dick. After a few strokes the hunky Sheriff was sporting a huge hard-on that is leaking pre cum like a leaking pipe. “Does that feel good Sheriff?” The Sheriff nodded his head; “YESH, IT DOESH!” Bondage Santa laughed at the Sheriff’s predicament as he speeded up his wanking of the Sheriff’s cock bringing him closer to orgasm. Bondage Santa rolled a condom onto the Sheriff’s cock; the Sheriff began to breathe heavily and his body jerks violently as his cock shot a massive load of cum into the condom. Bondage Santa patted the Sheriff’s head. “Nice one, but only the first of many loads of your cum that you’ll give up!” Said Bondage Santa.
After the Sheriff had finished giving up his load, Bondage Santa grabbed his still hard dick. “It looks like you’re ready to give up another one.” He begins to stroke the Sheriff’s dick once again. The Sheriff is so out of it he doesn’t even move as Bondage Santa jerked up and down his shaft: the Sheriff’s cock responded once more to Bondage Santa’s jerking. The Sheriff’s cock swells and throbs as Bondage Santa jerked him faster and faster: suddenly Bondage Santa shoved one of his fingers in the Sheriff’s upturned arse. The finger fucking causing the Sheriff to moan loudly as his second load built.
As the Sheriff’s ball-sacs draw up close to his body, Bondage Santa pulled another condom onto his cock. In no time the Sheriff’s cock explodes sending rope after rope of cum into the collection condom. After, the Sheriff just lay bound across the metal sawhorse moaning in a drunken state. Bondage Santa was relentless; again he grabbed the Sheriff’s cock and began to stroke it again. Alec began to moan “Stop this I can’t take anymore!”
Bondage Santa looks down at the Sheriff and said “Sheriff, you have no idea what you’re in for when I’m through with you you’ll be a broken man. And you gonna be sold to the highest bidder. Who’ll give you misery for the rest of your fucking life?” For a moment Bondage Santa let go of the Sheriff’s cock and picked up another enema bottle and filled it up with Bourbon from a new bottle. He shoves the bottle into the Sheriff’s upturned arse and deposited the alcohol deep into the Sheriff.
Bondage Santa grabbed the Sheriff’s cock once more and begins to jerk him off, Bondage Santa also thrust a finger back into the Sheriff’s arse, and started finger-fucking him again. As the Sheriff reached another climax a collection condom was stretched back over his reddened dick, and the Sheriff once again shot a superhuman load. Standing to one side of the bound Sheriff were two strange looking machines, Bondage Santa moved over to the two machines.
One of the machines had what look like a giant condom attached to the end of a tube, attached to the tube behind the condom was another tube at the end of which was a rubber milking cap. Bondage Santa picked up the tube and attached the milking cap to the Sheriff’s throbbing cocks. Bondage Santa looks at the Sheriff with a smirk on his face. “This machine will finish the work I’ve started on your cock, and get you ready for training!” Bondage Santa picked up another tube that was attached to the second cylindrical shaped machine; on the end of this tube was an enema nipple. “And this thing goes in your arse.” Bondage Santa laughed as he slid the enema nipple into the Sheriff’s upturned arse.
Bondage Santa stepped back and for a few seconds, admired the sight before him; the virile young Sheriff, tied over a metal sawhorse, muscles straining to get free, with a tube attached to his cock and a tube inserted into his arse. Bondage Santa then opened several bottles of Bourbon he then poured them into the tank of the cylindrical shaped machine and then shut the top. Bondage Santa pressed a button on the second machine and instantly a pump began shooting Bourbon into the Sheriffs. Then Bondage Santa throws the switches on the milking machine, and the Sheriff started moaning as the tube began to milk him.
Times and again the Sheriff shot his load into the tube which carry it away to the condom. Bondage Santa laughed as he watched the Sheriff being milked like a cow, the Sheriff’s collection condom filled with cum as the machine did its work. Moans fill the room as the virile young man was milked of his precious cum over and over. Bondage Santa walks over to Alec and lifts the rapidly filling condom. “That cum of yours is going to be used to impregnate your wife after you have disappeared. It is also worth a lot of money.” Bondage Santa let go of the condom and then slipped ear-pods attached to an I-pod into the Sheriff’s ears; and turned on the I-pod. Bondage Santa laughed as he walked from the room; leaving the machines and I-pod too do their diabolical work on the Sheriff.
Later that night: The former Marine crawled over to Bondage Santa, Lieutenant Mykros wagging his butt, in which now was a butt-plug with a tail , apart from being dog all the time now, Lieutenant Mykros was always hungry for cock. Lieutenant Mykros ambled between Bondage Santa’s legs and sniffed his crotch. “Okay Bitch-dog, go for it.” Bondage Santa smirked as he unzipped his pants freeing his cock and let Lieutenant Mykros chow down on his meat. “You are going to Russia,” Bondage Santa said as Lieutenant Mykros slurped away. “But first you get to send the Holidays serving my cock. What do you think of that?” Said Bondage Santa, in reply Lieutenant Mykros just whimper like a dog as he continued to slurp on Bondage Santa’s meat.
As Bondage Santa moaned as Lieutenant Mykros worked on his cock, low Moo’s were heard coming from across the room. Bondage Santa briefly pulled his cock out of Axel’s mouth and looked up at the now fully converted Man-cow; that had once been the Sheriff. Now encased in rubber from head to toe the former Sheriff lay on a wooden bench; his cock stuck through a hole in the bench, ready to be milked at any time. “Are yes, don’t you worry my fine Man-cow your be joining Lieutenant Mykros when he leaves, in the min-time I’m shore that you still have more ‘MILK’ to give!” Laughing Bondage Santa retuned his cock to Lieutenant Mykros’s mouth.