An alternative Christmas

An Alternative Christmas

He drove to his Master’s dressed as ordered, which was a long coat and shoes nothing else. Secretly he had a bag with clothes in case of an emergency. It took him 25 minutes to get from his house to where he parked near his Master’s house. He got out the car and walked the short distance to the house he had started to know quite well. He had met his Master on a web site and was surprised at how close they both were. Master was a well built but tending to a fat layer over his muscles and was built like a stallion. He was a very dark of African origin with a deep voice but a longing for men that made him shunned by many of his race. He had met him now for just over 12 meetings but they never lasted more than 3 hours never overnight. The first meeting had been to establish rapport then Master took over and the meeting were all about sexually satisfying Master. First three meetings he learned how to deep throat his Master’s long fat prick. Right from the first meeting he had also rimmed his Master in a way his Master ordered him to Master had called it Master’s kiss. He had said it was the only part of slave’s body that would enter Master’s body. It wasn’t his favourite past time but it led to some great sex with Master. Later meetings Master fucked his arse always wearing a condom. It was hard fast and furious. He had become addicted to having that warm pulsating member in some part of his body and felt empty when he wasn’t connected to his Master in this way. During the fuckings his Master would tell him about activities that disgusted and frightened him and he wasn’t really sure why they were mentioned. His lust to have Master’s member in him became a craving and an intense lusting in his whole persona nothing else mattered. He was hooked. In these sessions he couldn’t remember what he said to Master as he was allowed to talk and answer Master. It just a wall of lust sex and fervent passion was all that he remembered. He had never spent long at Master’s house and here he was going to spend Christmas and New Year with him. What a treat he thought. Endless sex. It was a cold night and he shivered both at the temperature and the anticipation of what he thought was on promise. He walked up the path and opened the door. It was unlocked as usual and he closed it and locked it himself. Took his coat off and shoes and put them by the coat stand. Then knelt down to honour his Master’s approach. He heard the booted feet of master approach him from down the hall they stopped with the toes just under his face. He licked them as he had been trained and then licked up the sides. Master grabbed him by the hair and lifted his face up to his crotch which was exposed and his manhood was flaccid and limp. He licked and sucked the tip into his mouth. He felt the blood race into the member and it became alive. The aroma of Master’s crotch was intoxicating and he was entering into nirvana. Master shoved his penis deep down his throat and proceeded to face fuck the slave. Slave’s head was held by Master and he pounded him fast and deep. Slave had seen a video of Master doing this to him and remembered seeing his throat bulge with that wonderful member gliding down his throat. Master started to pull out just far enough to explode into his mouth repeatedly filling him with cum. That was when he realised for the first time that Master hadn’t used a condom. It should have been obvious from the start but his lust and willingness to serve had overcome any proper thought and realisation. Master must have read his expression as he said in his deep voice,

“First of many surprises this holiday white meat! Your my white meat for this Christmas festivities.” He  let out a booming laugh  it was almost a wicked laugh.

“Have you obeyed me and fasted these last two days?” His Master asked.

“Yes Master.”

“Good I wanted you to enjoy my Christmas treat for you to its fullest.” He laughed again.

“You remember what we talked about what staying here longer term. I am glad you agreed to come for the holiday it will give us time to play more intensely and I have some wonderful presents for you to give you on Christmas day and we will enjoy playing with them on the day.”

“Yes Master”

However I couldn’t remember what had been said that last visit it had been hard sex and lust. What had he agreed to and what did this all mean.

“Well it seems you arrived just in time let’s go and you can give me a kiss.”

It wasn’t the start I had hoped for but it was a preliminary that pleased Master and sex afterwards was very intense and rewarding. They went upstairs to the bathroom where they performed the kiss. He sat on the floor on his hands and lent his head right back. Master then positioned himself wriggling his arse to make sure his sphincter was in line with slave’s mouth. Master’s legs would be in front of slave’s shoulders and pin him against the wall. Master would then slide down and squat over him and this allowed to slave to lick master’s arse and probe into his arsehole. All this was as before when Master dropped the bombshell.

“You remember of course from the last visit you agreed to fulfil my desire to perform the Immaculate Body Service? Of course you do that’s why you came tonight.”

My mind was racing when had I agreed and where was the discussion. Did he mean right now. He couldn’t move or say no right now.

“Don’t stop licking you are encouraging it right now. We are going to do this act now and in the future. This is your first time to get you trained up.”

Slave’s tongue moved up and down the arsehole fear filled him and disgust at what was about to happen when his tongue encountered something hard and moving downwards to his mouth.

“Ah that’s it ease up and let it happen now. Here it comes, it feels like a big Yule log for your meal. This all feels very surreal.”

Slave thought it was a whole lot more than surreal it was very real to him right now. The Yule log as he tried to think of it to overcome his disgust moved on down over his tongue and entered his mouth. It felt warm and slimy. Not much taste then he realised he had no smell as his Master’s bum was preventing him from smelling the foul meal. It was a big one about as big as Master’s prick. It slid on down into the throat and slave swallowed which broke the log in two yet Master pushed the log further into his mouth. Swallowed again then his tongue re-entered Master’s arse and found nothing more. He had swallowed it all down.

“Clean me up slave!”

Slave lick his arse and cleaned Master and Master stood up and walked away and looked round at him.

“Keep it down I took great care to make sure you got a hard log and not a liquid lunch. I will leave you here just in case you fail to digest my gift to you. I will have to punish you if you do waste the gift. Get used to this act you will perform it again before this holiday is over more than once to get you trained up to do this anytime I need you to be used this way. You agreed that the first time you stayed overnight you would let me do this and now we have done it once it is now part of the acts I will expect you to do. Your next session will be on boxing day.”

With that he left the room so ended Christmas Eve and slave clenched his throat to fight the gag and reflex to throw up. His mind raced at what had just happened and apparently what was going to happen again many times this holiday. If it was every two days then he would do this four more times before the holiday was over. His stomach felt heavy and very full with this disgusting meal but he eventually slept leaning against the toilet bowl and when he woke his stomach had digested it. Heaven knows what his breathe smelt like. At least he had kept it down and was still alive. Master came in dressed in leather and ready for his slave.

“Get into the bed room it’s time for my Christmas fuck.”

He crawled to the bed room and adopted the position on the side of the bed in anticipation for his Master’s fucking. Without more ado Master entered him without another word and rode him hard and deep. The thrusting of the large prick up and down his arsehole made him feel as if he was about to be split apart but he loved the sensation. Again he realised Master was ridding him without a condom another surprise.

“Yes I am going to breed you this time and pump you full of cum.”

The fucking lasted about fifteen minutes and the pair was sweating furiously with the joint effort. He felt his master’s body on his back and the throbbing member up his arse thrusting away. When Master pulled out his hole was stretched and need to close up in case he dripped cum.

“Now downstairs and you can open your presents I have for you.”

In the living room they sat on the floor and Master handed him small boxed present. Slave opened it saw it was a chastity device.

“Put it on now before anything happens.” Master said.

Slave put it on and felt cheated he hadn’t managed to relieve himself yet and it looked like he wasn’t going to be allowed to now. Some present. The next present was a circle and felt hollow in the middle. Slave opened it to find a short bullwhip looking device, the smell of leather made him heady.

“That’s an Arabian Whip, we will use it later on today. Here open this one now.”

It was a gag which was put on him straight away. Then a collar which went on his neck.

“Now you really look like a slave, here open this one.”

It was rod like with a disc or something at one end and when he opened it up it looked like a poker with a disc with letters on. Slave looked up forgetting his place in puzzlement.

“It’s a branding iron to make you my slave for life. I will brand you tonight to give the night to recover for the Boxing Day fun.”

He had said it matter of factly as if it was all agreed before hand and maybe it had in one of the frenetic sex sessions when he was totally pliable.

“Now bring the whip I have something to show you in the cellar.”

Slave followed whip in hand and wondering why he had never seen the cellar before. In the cellar he looked around in wonderment at all the devices it contained and punishment implements on the walls now he realise Master had always had plans to inflict pain and that he would become very aware what all this devices would do and what the implements would feel like intimately in time. Please not all this holiday.

“Over here by this stand, it’s your new whipping stand. We are going to use it now.”

Master fastened slave to the stand arms out and legs to the verticals of the stand. Slave felt Master brush up against him rubbing his hairless body against his back then Master ran his hands over slave’s arms and back and bum cheeks. Very gently and lovingly.

“It’s such a lovely virgin back not a mark on it. I am honoured you agreed that I could be the first to mark you with this Arab whip.”

Wait when had he agreed to this act. The gag prevented any questions and realised it must have been one of those pliable sessions again. Gently Master pulled slave’s bum cheeks apart and slave felt his Master’s prick shove up into his arse and he made love to him for the first and last time. Slow gentle thrusts as the prick went up and down and he felt Master shudder inside him and gently pull out.

“I have decided on twenty strokes to cut your back and leave you with the Arab’s signs on it.”

The whip struck. Pain, fire and excruciating pain somewhere through the twenty stokes slave passed out. When he woke up Master had cleaned and tended the cuts and left him in a cage in the cellar. This was not what he had expected what else had this wonderful Master have in store for him then fear gripped him as he remembered the branding Iron. What time was it, how long had he been out. There was a bowl of water in the cage and he lapped it up like a dog as his hands were bound behind his back. Time was a blur and he was confused at its duration. His back burned and he was in a blur of confusion about the events. Then the cellar door opened.

“Time for you to have my mark. You are to be branded”

They went upstairs to the kitchen where the slave saw that Master had the branding iron over the gas cooker and had been heating up the marking end.

“ I am going to tie you to this chair to stop you moving and allow me to make a good brand. I decided to brand you on your left chest where you have some muscle and flesh. Your bum is to be unmarked as I need to have that ready for the punishment session that is due at the end of this holiday. You agreed that when you stayed that you would get the punishments accrued through all your training so far and let me tell you it is to be some session. I give twenty strokes for each implement of my choice for punishment and a punishment session starts at six of the best implements. So far you are at 12 implements and that doesn’t include the punishable offence you did earlier today when you looked up so it is the baker’s dozen for you now. I think that is enough implements especially for your first punishment session so any further infringements I will not add an implement but I will add one stroke to each of the chosen implements and I will be lenient with how hard I use the implements. Just so you learn to appreciate the severity of punishment and learn to avoid being punished.”

With that he tied the slave to the chair stopping any wriggle movement, he was still gagged and couldn’t say a word. He went to the branding iron and picked it up and without any further word being said he turned round and aimed it at the slave’s chest and pressed the iron onto the virgin flesh. Slave felt an intense pain and as Master held the iron in place to make a good brand slave passed out. Along with the whipping this day had proved a hard one to endure. He came too slowly and realised he was in a soft bed lying in a foetal position. Then he realised Master was lying behind him with his chest to slave’s back and his legs curling in behind slave’s legs. Master’s arm was lovingly laying over slave’s waist. Slave lay like that relishing this intimacy and affection. He could feel Master’s flaccid prick so he wasn’t requiring attention for now. Time slowly passed and he must have drifted off to sleep when he felt his shoulder being gently shaken.

“Meat time to wake up I require your services. I have had a lot to eat today so I have decided since the benefits of overeating means dumplings for you. I can now up the IBS training so we are going to do it now.”

Slave’s mind ran fast at the change of this routine and the implications of what had been said.

“Come on it is only 7pm on Christmas day plenty time for fun and games. Get up now or face further punishment.”

Slave moved to show he was awake and ready to go. They got up and slave padded to the toilet.

“No not this time we are going to start doing down in the cellar in the wet area.”

In the cellar slave went over to the indicated wet area and assumed the position. Master came up to him and stood facing him.

“You must be dry after all this time so here have some recycled wine and port.”

With that Master pissed into and over slave’s face filling his mouth up with piss.

“Swallow it down and enjoy the bouquet.”

He then turned and proceeded to position himself onto slave’s mouth. Slave licked and probed into Master’s arsehole. He soon felt the “dumpling” coming down and passing into his mouth so he swallowed it down in mouth full sizes. It was soon over, not a big meal then and again he cleaned his Master’s arse. It didn’t get very dirty as it dropped right down.

“Very good from now own I will use you this way anytime I produce the need to get rid of a dumpling for the rest of the holiday. That’s usually twice a day for me so you will get plenty of practice by the end of the holiday.”

Master was as good as his word and slave had nothing but dumplings for the rest of the holiday washed down now with a mouthful of piss.

Boxing Day became a day of recovery with gentle body worship and gentle sex and I was in heaven and my wounds began to heal. He only produced one big dumpling that day. The days blended into sex and pain sessions which blurred slave’s concept of time. The day of the punishment session seemed to come very quickly. Slave was tied down to a bench which had him lain out on his top half and bent his back and bum. Master had decided that since the whipping scars had not yet healed up all the punishment would be on his bum. Master chose three straps, three tawses, three canes and finally a Birching Rod to finish up. Master laid on the strokes pausing only to change implements, he counted out loud as slave was gagged to receive punishment and was finding it to endure the pain. It was just a sequence of explosions of pain building up and never stopping. Suddenly it did stop and the relief that came over him as the pounding ceased. Relief and a chance to recover. Master came round to his mouth and took out the gag but then rammed his manhood into slave’s mouth. Slave enjoyed the warm pulsing piece of meat entered him and twitched and thrust into his throat. It took his mind away from the punishment. Then after a short while the endorphins kicked in and a glow came over him like slave had never felt before, this with Master’s prick in his mouth produced a strange state of euphoria in slave and he melted away. Pain forgotten. He was allowed up and told to get dressed with his coat and shoes the holiday was over.

That was when Master dropped his last bombshell surprise.