Happy Chastemas To All


Twas the night before Chastemas, and all thru the place
Not one cock was stirring, not even a trace;
The undies were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that The Keyholder soon would be there;
The bitch-boys were nestled all snug in their beds,
While rock hard erections danced in their heads

And me, bound and gagged with a dirty jock strap,
Had just settled my brain for a long winter's nap
When outside I heard someone pumping the bass
I sprang from the bed and fell flat on my face

Away to the windows, which were all painted shut
I pulled them so hard, the plug fell out my butt
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Made me totally regret that I’d given up blow.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sensible Hyundai and eight thirsty queers.
With a hot shirtless driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in my gut, he had the key to my dick.

More rapid than eagles his harem they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
“Now,Julio, now! Trevor, now! Carlos and Kevin,
"On! Steven, on! Connor, on! Kyle and other Kevin;
"From the tip of your dicks, To the base of your balls!
"Now lock away! Lock away! Lock away all!"

And then in a twinkling they raced to my door
The jingle of keys made my caged hard-on sore
As I drew in my head and was turning around 
In burst the sexiest fucker in town
His chiseled physique and the bulge in his pants 
Made me question if I really had any chance.

His eyes‍—‌how they twinkled! His nipples: how merry,
His chest was well tatted, but not super hairy;
His six pack of abs made my dick all a-flutter.
As i pictured myself cleaning out his cum gutter.

I knelt as he neared me, like a bitch to its master
The smell from his groin sent my heart racing faster
He pulled my face forward to breath in the stink
My cock bulged so hard I was brought to the brink.

I stood as commanded ‘fore he spun me around
Then he bent me in half til my hands touched the ground.
With my nethers exposed I was throbbing with cum
As he shoved an electrical probe up my bum.

I heaved in and out, the charge building up higher
Then an inhuman zap set my prostate on fire.
I pulsed in my cage, such a powerful spasm
An explosion of cum via ruined orgasm

Then he left me there numb, in my frustrated state
To go openly share my pathetic-ass fate
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
Happy Chastemas to all, but yer dick stays locked tonight!

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