5
I glanced up only for a moment and found myself still able to gasp with shock.
The walls of the room that I thought were stone had seemingly melted away into glass.
And there, watching and stroking from the other side, was every man and beast in the bathhouse.
Somehow, I’d become the center of the Christmas celebration, Krampus’s toy for the night.
And I fucking loved it.
I watched as the incubus from earlier pressed his hand against the glass, his violet eyes locked on mine. Behind him, the werewolf stroked himself furiously, his knot already swollen. The vampire's fangs were fully extended as he watched Krampus destroy my hole with methodical precision.
"They can't hear you," Krampus growled in my ear, somehow knowing what I was thinking. "But they can see everything. Every stretch, every thrust, every moment of your submission."
He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust that made me scream.
My cock throbbed uselessly beneath me, trapped and leaking.
I was so close to cumming, had been for what felt like hours, but something was holding me back.
Some supernatural force kept me teetering on the edge without falling over.
"Did you think I'd let you cum so easily?" Krampus chuckled darkly, as if he could read my thoughts. "You don't get to cum until I decide you've earned it."
I whimpered, pulling uselessly at the restraints. My ass was on fire from the beating and the relentless fucking. Every nerve ending screamed, but my body kept begging for more.
"Please," I sobbed. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need," he snarled, his claws digging into my hips hard enough to draw blood. "You need to be broken down completely before you can be built back up."
He changed his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was nailing my prostate dead-on.
I screamed, my vision going white at the edges.
The pressure in my cock became unbearable, my balls drawing up tight against my body.
But still, I couldn't cum. His demonic power held me there, suspended in that agonizing moment of almost-release.
"That's it," Krampus rumbled, his pace becoming merciless. "Suffer for me. Show me how desperate you are."
I couldn't form words anymore. All I could do was moan and sob as he used my body, his massive cock reshaping my insides with every brutal thrust. The audience beyond the glass pressed closer, their hands moving faster on their own cocks as they watched my complete destruction.
Krampus's breathing grew heavier, his thrusts becoming erratic. His claws dug deeper into my hips, and I felt hot blood trickling down my sides. The pain only heightened everything else—the stretch, the fullness, the desperate need building in my core.
"You want to cum?" he snarled, leaning over me until his hot breath washed across my neck. "Beg me. Beg like the desperate, naughty boy you are."
"Please!" I screamed, my voice raw. "Please, sir, I need to cum! I'll do anything, please just let me—"
"Louder," he commanded, slamming into me so hard the bench shifted across the floor.
"PLEASE!" I wailed, not caring who heard, not caring about anything except the release he was dangling just out of reach. "Please, Krampus, I'm begging you! I need it, I need to cum, please!"
He growled, a sound so deep and dark that it vibrated through my entire body. His cock swelled impossibly thicker inside me, and I felt him getting close.
"Cum," he commanded, and whatever supernatural hold he'd had on me shattered.
My orgasm hit me so hard I nearly blacked out. I screamed as my cock erupted without being touched, painting the floor beneath the bench in thick ropes of cum. My hole clenched rhythmically around Krampus's massive shaft, and that seemed to push him over the edge.
He roared, the sound echoing through the room as he buried himself to the hilt.
I felt his cock pulse inside me, flooding me with what felt like gallons of burning hot cum.
It was too much—my body couldn't contain it all.
His seed leaked out around his shaft, running down my thighs and dripping onto the floor to mix with my own.
He kept cumming, kept filling me, his hips grinding against my abused ass as he emptied himself inside me. My vision went dark at the edges, my body overwhelmed by sensation. I might have passed out for a moment—I wasn't sure.
When I came back to myself, Krampus was gently withdrawing from my body. The sensation of his cock sliding out made me whimper. I felt impossibly empty, stretched and gaping. His cum continued to leak from my hole, a seemingly endless stream.
I felt Krampus's clawed hand stroke down my spine, surprisingly gentle after such brutality. "You did well, little mortal," he rumbled, his voice holding something almost like approval.
He began undoing the restraints, freeing my wrists and ankles. I couldn't have moved even if I'd wanted to—my body felt like liquid, boneless and spent. When the last restraint fell away, I simply lay there, trembling and leaking.
"Can you stand?" he asked.
I shook my head weakly. The honest answer was that I wasn't even sure I could lift my head.
Strong arms lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his furred chest. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I saw the glass walls had returned to stone, the audience gone.
Or maybe they'd never been there at all.
Maybe that had been part of the demonic magic, designed to heighten my humiliation and pleasure.
Or maybe this really was the event of the year.
Krampus carried me to a corner of the room I hadn't noticed before, where a deep tub was already filled with steaming water. He lowered me into it carefully, and I hissed as the hot water touched my abused skin. But after the initial shock, it felt incredible, soothing the aches and burns.
"Rest," he commanded, though his tone was softer now. "You've earned it. These waters will heal you."
I watched through the steam as he cleaned himself, washing away the evidence of our encounter. His massive cock was finally softening, though it was still impressive even in its relaxed state. He caught me staring and smirked.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked.
"I think I died and came back to life," I admitted, my voice hoarse.
He laughed, a deep rumbling sound. "Not quite. Though you did come close." He moved to the tub, kneeling beside it. One clawed hand dipped into the water, and he began washing me with surprising tenderness. "You took my punishment better than most. Better than any human I've had in years."
I felt a strange flutter of pride at that. "Does that mean I was especially naughty?"
"Oh yes," he purred, his hand sliding between my legs to gently clean my sensitive hole.
I winced but didn't pull away. "Working yourself to death for a company that doesn’t care about you, harboring resentment, servicing an entire bathhouse full of cocks.
.. and then taking mine so beautifully. Very naughty indeed. "
His fingers were careful as they washed away the cum and blood, checking for any serious damage. I felt raw and stretched, but nothing seemed permanently injured. Just thoroughly used.
"Will I be able to walk?" I asked.
"Eventually," he said with dark amusement. "Give it an hour or two."
We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the water gradually cooling around me.
My body slowly came back to itself, the trembling subsiding.
The pain in my ass settled into a deep, satisfying ache that I knew I’d feel for days.
It would be a wonderful reminder of my time spent here in the bathhouse.
"Thank you," I murmured, not entirely sure what I was thanking him for. The punishment? The reward? The healing? All of it, maybe.
Krampus tilted his head, those amber eyes studying me with an intensity that made me feel exposed in a completely different way than being fucked in front of an audience had. "You needed this," he said, and it wasn't a question.
I nodded, throat tight. "Yeah. I really did."
"The anger you carry," he continued, his clawed hand moving to cup my cheek with surprising gentleness, "it will eat you alive if you let it. That job, those people who scream at you... they don't deserve your suffering."
“How… How do you know that?”
“I am Krampus,” he said without missing a beat. “I know a lot more than you think, Nicholas.”
I stared at him for a long moment, both surprised and not at the same time. “Well,” I laughed bitterly. "Then you’ll know I don’t have much choice about the job. Bills don't pay themselves."
"There are always choices." He stood, water dripping from his fur. "But that's not my domain. I only punish the naughty and reward those who submit so completely." He paused, a wicked smile crossing his bestial features. "Though you certainly earned both tonight."
He wrapped a towel around his waist—a comical sight given his size and demonic appearance—and then offered me one.
I accepted it gratefully, though getting out of the tub proved more challenging than I'd anticipated.
My legs wobbled like a newborn fawn's, and Krampus had to steady me with one massive hand.
"Easy," he rumbled, amusement coloring his tone. "You're still healing."
The magical properties of the water were working, though. Already the burning pain in my ass had dulled to a manageable throb, and the scratches on my hips had stopped bleeding. I wrapped the towel around myself and leaned against the wall, not trusting my legs yet.
"Will I see you again?" I asked, surprising myself with the question. "Next year, I mean?"
Krampus's expression softened slightly. "That depends entirely on how naughty you are." He moved closer, one clawed finger tilting my chin up. "But something tells me you'll find your way onto my list again.”
He kissed me then, and I tasted pine and cinnamon on his tongue. It was brief but intense, a claiming that felt like a brand on my soul.
When he pulled away, he gestured toward a door I hadn't noticed before. "That leads back to the locker room. Take your time. The bathhouse will be open for a few more hours."
"You're not coming back out?" I asked.
"My work here is done." He glanced at the implements still hanging on the walls, the bench with my sweat and cum still drying on its leather surface. "At least for tonight."
I nodded, understanding this was dismissal. I shuffled toward the door on unsteady legs, pausing with my hand on the handle. "Merry Christmas, Krampus."
His laugh echoed through the massive room. “Gru? vom Krampus!” he called back. “And Merry Christmas, Nicholas.”
The moment the door closed behind me I felt a sudden thud echo through the floor.
I stared in surprise as the seams around the door frosted over and disappeared as if by magic, taking the handle with them.
And I was left standing there, in a far corner of the locker room, staring at a blank wall, my ass still pulsing from the abuse I’d taken.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Merry Christmas to me, indeed.”
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