"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.

Mitchell HG39 - White Christmas

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

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas......."

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"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 38

Tom hears the sound of a childish voice

There are shouts of delight as unwrapping begins,
but Tom's box is not touched yet,

since the biggest and best are saved until last.

Tom sits and listens awaiting his turn

His pain is returning, he wants to call out 

But he knows it will spoil that excitement and glee

A bringer of joy he is not meant to be.

Then at last it's his turn to be revealed, 

the outside wrapping is roughly torn open

and the cry goes up

"Daddy thank you, 
you got me my Toy Box!
Gosh! Is there something else inside too?"

 

Hands scrabble with the lid,
are delayed by the fixings

Then it lifts and light floods
into Tom's tiny dark world.


The brightness is blinding.

Tom sees fragments of figures,
hears a gasp of surprise.

He should leap out and run

but his muscles won't work.

Frozen he sits there
and says he is sorry

Mitchell HG38 - Gift Unwrap

"Daddy, daddy, you got one for me!"

This is no child speaking,

Rough hands seize Tom's ankles,

he's lifted out of the box

and raised up dangling upside down

displaying his plugged and purpled ass

to howls of delight

"On the first day of Christmas

 my Daddy bought for me

 a spanked man in a Toy Box!"

"Daddy, daddy can I take him to my room to play?"

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"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 37

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Tom sits in his cramped container

 puzzling over the meaning of the latest apparition.

The first two were about Christmas Past and Present

and could easily be explained as products of his imagination

concocted out of his own insecurities and guilt 

The third seemed to refer to Christmases to come

and a situation disturbingly similar to his own right now.
Trapped in a box with a plug in his ass, if not a spring. 
That thought shot sent a spasm of fear through his bowls

but it couldn't be literally true - could it?

Eventually Tom sleeps, the fire dies down,
light filters through the curtains heralding the dawn.
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Mitchell HG37 - After Lunch

Tom is awoken by excited voices. 
The hour of his reckoning is near.
The agonising pain in his stiffened limbs 
makes that prospect seem quite welcome.

But the Christmas conventions in this affluent home 
require that he waits and suffers a little longer.
Hungrily he listens to the sounds of eating 
spicing and prolonging his torment.

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"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 36

Tom awakes with a start, a clock is striking

He counts the chimes wondering how long he has slept

They seem to go on and on, is it was striking 12 again?

That had been the signal for two apparitions earlier tonight
Surely that can't happen inside the box?

But he is wrong.
He becomes aware of a dim ghostly presence 
It is inside the box with him.
A certain poised tension.

Then suddenly the lid of the box bursts open above him
a figure shoots past him up and out through the gap
precariously balanced on the top of a sort of spring.

Mitchell HG36 - Jack in the Box

Tom recognises who it is, it's his friend Jack

his one-time mentor in the gentle arts of thievery
and of breaking and entering.

That was before Tom reformed his life
and got himself a wife and a job.

Jack disappeared last Christmas,

left town with the Police after him it was rumoured.
He'd gone to London.

As the apparition fades along with it's ghostly message

Tom suddenly becomes acutely conscious of the plug in his ass

It moves with perspiration of his body inside the hot box.
He wonders what it's purpose is
....and why did Jack really disappear?

A terrible fear of the unknown grips Tom.
He is suddenly desperate to get out of the box,
but scared of what is waiting outside
and what will happen to him then.

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"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 35

With Tom's efforts and exertions in the confined space of the box
it soon begins to feel quite warm and stuffy
partly because the ventilation holes have been
covered by gift wrapping paper.

Mitchell HG35 - Sleep

It is late and Tom's body aches
from the punishment he has taken
He is feeling quite drowsy
and his brain is telling him
that if he can't get out
 he might as well sleep
until the house owner comes
to do with him whatever he intends.

So eventually Tom nods off and dreams.....

"Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse"

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"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 34

Left alone, Tom tries again to break out of the box

He finds it's of very sturdy construction

Squashed tightly inside he can't change position 

or angle his limbs to apply any force.

Totally frustrated he shakes his body in rage

But even then the box hardly moves. 

The dangling label trembles imperceptibly.
His angry shouting is heard by no-one 

Mitchell HG34 - Daddy's Cock Up

After half an hour the cramped position takes it's toll

Pain begins to seep into his arms, his legs, his back

He hears the clock strike two and thinks of his son

Who will be waking about now hoping to find presents.

But tonight ...

♪♫ ♪♫ He's the little boy that Santa Clause forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.

 I'm so sorry for that laddie, for tonight he's lost his daddy,
The little boy That Santa Clause forgot. ♪♫♪♫

A tear trickles down Tom's cheek.

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"A Christmas Criminal" - Part 33

Mitchell HG33 - You can't leave me!

Sealed inside the box Tom can still hear noises

The Security men are doing things and talking.

He tentatively pushes against the lid with his knees

It feels more solid than he expected.

He calls out, asking to be released,

hoping it's just a prank they are playing.

Then he hears the sound of a door slamming

followed by a profound silence. 

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