The impromptu Christmas Song celebrating Tom's downfall
Makes him think his torments may not be over yet,
Sure enough one of the laughing Security men picks him up, ass upwards
He carries him over to the fire holding Tom's rear end just above it
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| Mitchell HG30 - Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire |
His colleague stokes the blaze with a poker and it roars back to life
Toms caged cock and balls dangle above the dancing flames
He can feel the scorching heat all down the back of his legs
"Nothing like an open fire at Christmas", says the Security man.
He settles himself into a comfortable position,
with Tom's head lodged between his thighs.
He begins to sing.
♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ "Chestnuts Roasting on an open fire
.........la la lalla lalla la..."♪ ♪ ♫ ♫
What's the next line .....? he asks Tom.
Tom knows, and is tempted to tell, since the metal rings of his cage
are hotting up now, becoming fiery bands around his cock
The metal butt plug is becoming a thermal lance slowly penetrating him.
He hopes that the Security man's fingers are burning too
In the end (!) his ass is saved by the telephone
"At last!" exclaims his tormentor, depositing Tom on the floor
"perhaps we get home to the wife and kids now"
"Me too" prays Tom, extracting a fallen holly leaf from his buttock