"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 40

Just as Tom's mask is about to be raised

The Queen's Speech demands Tarquin's presence below

So Tom's left alone but his limbs are reviving
so he stirs from the love bed and tiptoes downstairs.
Avoiding dead wrappings and prickles of holly
He reaches the front door where falling snow greets him

 
A frostier welcome awaits him at home
No comforting cuddle to thaw out his bones

'Til his wife spots his cock rings are real carat gold
and the money will see them through Winter if sold
The butt plug she takes as a gift that will serve

for her personal pleasure and chastising her man.

So there's no lasting harm caused by Tom's misadventure
He soon gets a job and makes it up to his son.
and none of the men who entrapped him that night
saw enough of his face to describe him quite right.

Mitchell HG40 - Strange Justice*

But sometimes thereafter he dreamt of strange things
of naked encounters with uniformed men,
 being forced to submit to their punishing stings
and locked in dark places for days without end.

And slowly developed a terrible thirst
To find out the end - had he not escaped first
To give up his body and suffer the shame
of being demeaned in that devilish game.

And so one year later as Christmas drew near
He found himself back at that mansion of fear
Looking for signs that the time might be right
To enter and relive that harrowing night.

The Spirits of Christmas had warned him to cease
But a spring coiled inside him demanded release
A lid pressing down on him blocked out the light
For even Jack in the Box 
must sometimes take flight.
 

The End

 *this image was previously published as part of my 'Neighbourhood Police" story.

 

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