"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 39

Tom's carried upstairs, slung over a shoulder
 Feebly resisting, since his aching, stiff muscles refuse to obey him.

while fear and bewilderment strangle his tongue.

The soft embrace of the bed he is flung on seduces and welcomes,

It's cool sheets are a comfort to his hot, raw rump
and soothing to the fire that flares in his joints
whenever he tries to coax them back into action.

It's bright in the room, from the carpet of snow

which he can see through the window on tree tops and roofs
It's a Christmas card sight but a daunting impediment to escape.

His latest abductor happily hums a tune as he undresses.

He's as unlike a child as it's possible to be.
He's big, very big - and that's not all.

Soon he's exploring and tasting Tom's body

Enjoying the groaning his movements invoke.

But his touches are tender and Tom's fear declines
He gratefully yields to Tarquin's admiration.

But it's just a seduction
the man climbs astride him,
he thrusts himself forward
aiming to unmask and enter Tom's mouth.


Tom's muscles tighten again in painful defiance
his cock strains tightly against it's cruel cage
and his butt tightly clenches it's unyielding plug.
there's a nightmarish singing of