T'was!

[Barratboy]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the night

Not a creature was stirring, I was tied up too tight.

Restraints were strung near my fireplace with care,

In hopes that Dad Nick soon would be there.

The ankles were nestled all snug in their straps,

While a ball-gag was tied up with all of its snaps.

My wrists were roped up, and a blindfold my cap,

And a cockring ensured my dick sprang from my lap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I twisted and grunted but it just didn't matter.

I tried to twist mightly, was sweaty in a flash,

Writhed and though lithe my hopes were soon dashed.

For I'd been knotted up by a dad in the know

Who's lusts for knotting and rough sex he could sow

Were a wonder I'd enjoyed many times through the year.

(Though often I'd choke, and be left with red rear).

When I caught a whiff of a sweaty ol' dick,

I knew in a moment it must be Dad Nick.

More rapid than ever my breathing became,

And he whistled, and chuckled, and I heard him proclaim:

"What Faggot! nay, Cum-rag! Look here at this!

A present? A plaything? Wrapped so I couldn't miss!

With your ass out so pretty! Your legs spread so tall!

So tied up and ready, now don't that take all!"

His zipper I heard as he tugged at his fly,

And then rough hands touched me and drew forth a sigh.

His thick finger pushed to my pucker, then withdrew,

Then with spit it returned, and what was coming I knew.

"Yeah," his voice growled, "that's what I love."

His cockhead pressed at me, and then with a shove -

God! He was inside me, and so thick around!

It burned, and I twisted, but was so firmly bound!

He was rough and uncaring, and rammed in each inch,

And his hands took my nipples, to twist and to pinch.

He laughed while he thrust and yanked me right back,

And if my gagged cries grew loud, he'd give me a smack.

His cock, how relentless! his laughter so scary!

His hands slid to my neck and I twisted, so wary!

His foul mouth snapped "I could end you, you know,"

And the beard at my ear made me shake my head no.

The scent of his sweat was thick in my nose,

And the rope made me ache from the torturous pose.

He had a thick cock, and rough hair on his chest,

That scratched when he gripped at my neck and did press!

It was angry, and rough, and I was scared for my health,

And I came when he threatened, in spite of myself!

His fist in my hair, he yanked on my head,

His words as he spoke filled me with dread.

"You came before Dad Nick, you stupid cum-rag,"

He fucked me all the harder, without any lag.

And slamfucking me harder, he covered my nose,

I thrashed and I twisted, my breath-ways all closed!

His dick was axelike, he was splitting me half,

And my panic did nothing but make Dad Nick laugh.

But I felt him cum deep, ‘ere I passed out outright,

"Thanks, little faggot. I'll untie you later tonight."

[Hotload84]

Clever, Barratboy! Well done!