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I obeyed, positioning myself over the padded leather.
The bench was designed to keep my ass elevated and exposed while my chest and face pressed against the lower portion.
Krampus moved around me, securing my wrists and ankles with the leather restraints.
I tugged experimentally and found no give. I was completely at his mercy.
"Comfortable?" he asked, though his tone suggested he didn't particularly care.
"Yes," I breathed.
"Good." His clawed hand traced down my spine, making me shiver. "Because you're going to be here for quite some time."
I heard him move to the wall, selecting something.
When he returned, I craned my neck and saw he held a bundle of birch switches bound together with red ribbon.
The traditional tool of Krampus, meant for punishing naughty children.
Except I was no child, and this punishment was anything but unwanted.
"You've been very naughty," Krampus rumbled, running the switches lightly across my exposed ass.
The twigs scratched against my skin, making goosebumps erupt across my entire body.
"Working on Christmas Eve, filled with resentment and anger.
Servicing all those cocks without permission from me. Taking pleasure in your own depravity."
"I didn't know I needed permission," I said, my voice muffled against the leather bench.
The switches came down hard across my ass without warning. I cried out, more from surprise than pain. The sting spread across my skin like wildfire, sharp and immediate. Before I could catch my breath, he struck again, this time across the other cheek.
"That's better," Krampus growled. "Let me hear you."
The switches whistled through the air and connected with my flesh in rapid succession. Each strike left burning lines across my ass and thighs. I gasped and moaned, pulling against the restraints reflexively even as my cock throbbed harder beneath me.
"Count them," he commanded.
"Three," I managed to say as another blow landed. "Four. Five."
He worked methodically, covering every inch of my ass and upper thighs with stinging strikes. By the time I reached twenty, I was panting, my skin on fire. But beneath the pain was something else—a dark pleasure that made my neglected cock leak onto the leather bench.
"Such a good boy," Krampus purred, running his clawed hand over my abused flesh. The touch was both soothing and agonizing. "Taking your punishment because you know you deserve it. But we're not done yet."
I heard him set down the switches and select something else. When his hand returned, it held a leather paddle studded with small metal points. My eyes widened.
"Twenty more," he announced. "And you will thank me after each one."
The paddle connected with a meaty thwack that drove the air from my lungs. The studs bit into my already tender skin, and I yelped.
"One," I gasped. "Thank you."
"Louder."
"Thank you!" I cried as the second blow landed even harder than the first.
He paddled me with methodical precision, each strike perfectly placed to maximize the sensation. My ass felt like it was glowing, radiating heat. Tears streamed down my face, but my cock remained rock hard, trapped between my body and the bench, leaking steadily.
"Fifteen. Thank you!" My voice was hoarse now, broken.
"Good boy," Krampus rumbled. "Just five more."
The final five were the hardest, each one making me scream. When he finished, I was sobbing openly, my body trembling. But I'd never felt more alive, more present in my skin.
Krampus's massive hands caressed my abused flesh, his touch almost tender now. "Beautiful," he murmured. "You wear my marks well."
I felt him move behind me, his hooved feet clicking against the stone floor. Then his hot breath washed over my exposed hole, making me gasp.
"Now for your reward," he growled.
His tongue, long and impossibly hot, dragged across my entrance.
I moaned, pushing back against his face as much as the restraints allowed.
His tongue was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
It was prehensile, textured, and seemed to have a mind of its own.
Not to mention, I was fairly certain it had a forked tip, both sides licking at my hole separately.
He circled my rim with that demonic tongue, teasing and tasting before pushing inside.
I cried out as he breached me, his tongue sliding deep into my ass with ease.
It was thick and hot, stretching me in ways I'd never experienced.
The forked tip seemed to explore every inch of my inner walls, finding sensitive spots I didn't even know I had.
"Fuck!" I gasped, my fingers clenching into fists. "Oh god, please—"
Krampus chuckled against my skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. He withdrew his tongue only to plunge it back in deeper, fucking me with it in long, deliberate strokes. His clawed hands gripped my burning ass cheeks, spreading me wider for better access.
I was lost in all the sensations racing through my body.
I felt the ache from the beating, the stretch of his tongue, and the pressure building in my neglected cock.
Every nerve ending felt electrified. I'd been eaten out before, but never like this.
This was primal, overwhelming, and frankly… almost too much.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled away. I whimpered at the loss, my hole clenching around nothing.
"Patience," Krampus rumbled. I heard him moving, the clink of something glass. "I need to prepare you properly for what's coming."
Cool liquid dripped onto my entrance, and then his clawed finger was there, circling and pressing. He pushed inside slowly, and I groaned at the intrusion. His finger was thicker than most men's cocks, the claw retracted but the digit still stretched me.
"So tight," he growled appreciatively. "Even after servicing all those monsters, you're still so deliciously tight."
He worked me open methodically, adding a second finger that made me gasp and pull against the restraints. The stretch burned but in the most incredible way. He moved his fingers, opening me up, occasionally brushing against my prostate and making me gasp with pleasure.
"Please, sir," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore. More? Less? Everything?
"Not yet," he said, adding a third finger. I cried out, the stretch intense. "You need to be able to take me, little mortal. I won't break you. Not permanently, anyway."
His fingers thrust in and out, fucking me open while his other hand caressed my abused ass. The contrast between tender touches and relentless stretching was maddening. My cock continued to leak below me, a pool of pre-cum gathering on the floor.
When he finally withdrew his fingers, I felt empty and desperate. I heard him position himself behind me, his hooved feet scraping against the floor. Then the broad head of his massive cock pressed against my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat.
"This is going to hurt," Krampus warned, his voice thick with lust. "But you're going to take every inch like the naughty boy you are.”
I nodded frantically, beyond words. I wanted this—needed it—more than I'd needed anything in my life.
He pushed forward, and I felt my body resist. The pressure was immense, his cockhead alone thicker than anything I'd ever taken. I whimpered, trying to relax, to open myself for him, but my body had other ideas.
"Breathe," Krampus commanded, one massive hand gripping my hip. "Push out against me."
I did as he said, bearing down as he pressed forward again. This time, my rim gave way with a sharp burn that made me cry out. The flared head of his cock breached me, and I felt impossibly full already.
"Good," he rumbled. "That's the hardest part."
He was lying. Every inch he fed into me felt like the hardest part. My ass burned and stretched around his demonic cock, the ridges and veins dragging against my prostate. I sobbed into the leather bench, tears streaming freely as he split me open.
But underneath the pain was a dark pleasure that made my toes curl. Being used like this, opened and claimed by an actual demon, pushed past my limits until I broke... it was exactly what I'd been craving without knowing it.
"Halfway," Krampus announced, and I couldn't believe there was more.
He pulled back slightly before pushing deeper, working himself into me with patient, relentless thrusts. My hole spasmed around him, trying to adjust to his size. I felt every ridge, every vein, every inch as he claimed me.
When his hips finally pressed flush against my abused ass, I let out a strangled sound that was half-sob, half-moan.
I was completely full, stretched beyond what I thought possible, pinned beneath this massive creature.
I’d never feel this used again. No man or beast would ever compare to the Krampus.
"There we go," he growled, his clawed hands caressing my sides. "Such a stretchy little human."
He held still for a moment, letting me adjust. My body trembled, caught between pain and pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly impaled. It was sheer ecstasy.
Then he began to move.
His first thrust was slow, almost gentle, withdrawing halfway before sliding back in.
But the second was harder, more demanding.
By the third, he'd established a rhythm that was anything but gentle. His were deep, powerful strokes that drove the air from my lungs with each impact. I wasn’t sure I’d survive the encounter.
"This is what naughty boys get," Krampus snarled, his hips snapping forward. "They get fucked until they remember their place."
I could only moan in response, my voice breaking with each thrust. The bench creaked beneath us as he pounded into me, his massive cock hitting depths I didn't know I had. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my body, my prostate getting hammered relentlessly.