By Aenyse

Lying in bed, Noel moaned quietly in his sleep. In his dream, there was a hot, muscular biker striding through the bar, eyes locked on his. The biker stepped up to him, far closer than Noel would have expected. Close enough to smell the leather of his jacket and trousers. The biker leaned over and growled something in Noel’s ear. Noel didn’t know what it was, but the voice sent shivers down his spine as he felt himself start to come undone.

Then, outside of the dream, he felt something sticky in his underwear. Sticky and wet. As the hot biker began to fade from view, Noel groaned as he began to wake up, realising that he’d had another wet dream.

“Fuck’s sake.” He grumbled as he swung his legs out of bed and went over to the pack of wet wipes that lived on top of his chest of drawers. He quickly wiped up the mess, tossing his underwear into the laundry pile and getting a fresh pair from the drawers.

Climbing back into bed, Noel hoped he’d be seeing the hot biker again soon. But as he shut his eyes, he heard a quiet thump come from downstairs. Frowning, Noel sat up in bed, listening carefully. He was suddenly quite awake. He knew the sort of area he lived in. Whilst it wasn’t too bad, there was a chance someone could have broken in. Especially with all his presents laid out under the tree, ready for Christmas morning.

Then, there was another thump, coming from downstairs. There was someone else in the house.

Getting silently out of bed, Noel crept over to the bedroom door, pulling his dressing gown on before he quietly crept down the stairs. As he went further down, he could hear noises coming from the living room, exactly where the presents were. Noel stopped at the foot of the stairs, staring at the living room door, glancing between it and the phone. He debated calling the police, but they’d never get there in time. And once the burglars were gone, there would be no hope of finding them. But if he could get a look at them, maybe he’d be able to identify them in a line-up.

Creeping over to the door, Noel pressed the handle down as slowly and as quietly as he could, before inching the door open enough to see through the crack between the doorframe and the door itself. But all Noel could see was a dark figure standing in the room. Nothing identifiable. He wore complete black, what looked like military wear even down to the black beret on his head. The only thing that wasn’t black was his hair, which was snow white. So Noel inched the door a little wider, trying his best to make something else out. But as the door opened, it let out the quietest of creaks.

Noel’s heart stopped as both he and the burglar froze. They’d both heard it. The burglar looked over his shoulder at Noel, who wanted to quickly run away, but he couldn’t. He felt cemented in place. He kept telling his legs to move, his arms to push him away from the door, but they didn’t respond to his instructions. All the while, the burglar was looking at him. Noel’s hope of being able to identify him withered away, as all he was faced with was his own reflection in the glossy eyes of the burglar’s full face mask. But before Noel could think of what to do next, the burglar nodded once, short and quick.

Noel felt something sharp scratch him, before he registered that it was a needle going into his left arm. He went to turn to look at it, but his head still wouldn’t move. He went to shout for help, despite being alone at home, but even then he still couldn’t do anything. All he could do was feel his dread building, before he was suddenly able to move again.

He quickly pushed away from the door and started for the phone. But before he could reach it, everything began to grow slower and slower. His legs felt like they were walking through tar, his vision swam, and he felt like he’d drunk enough vodka to kill a bull. He stumbled over, his feet getting tangled up in one another, before he landed in a heap on the floor, unconscious.

***

Noel woke suddenly, to electricity coursing through his body. He tried to scream, but found all he could make were muffled cries, his mouth filled by a rubber ball. He could feel the electricity was originating from his neck and his arsehole, but when he tried to move away, he found his neck was encircled by a tight ring of metal, attached to something solid behind him. The same solid something that his wrists were attached to. There was another ring of metal around his waist, holding him in place.

After a long few moments, the shocking stopped, as Noel slumped over as much as he could in his restraints, panting. He leant against the two rings of metal, looking down as he tried to recover from the shock. As he looked down, he could finally see what it was that he was sitting on. It was some kind of bondage chair. His thighs and ankles were both shackled in, held apart with more than enough access to his dick, sitting between his legs. Only to Noel’s horror, as he looked for his dick, he didn’t see it. He saw a metal cage in its place.

Twitching his dick, Noel groaned as he felt himself beginning to get hard. His twitching was clenching his arsehole around the plug as well. And as he struggled against his bonds, the plug was held rigidly in place, making it shift around to a degree that Noel was both dismayed and encouraged by. Moving around a little more, Noel decided to make the best of his bonds, since he wasn’t going to be able to get out of them any time soon.

Pushing himself up as much as he could, he then let himself fall back down onto the plug, enjoying the slight movement he was getting. He began to rotate his hips as much as he could as well, moans escaping his mouth as the plug shifted inside him and he began to completely fill the cage his dick was confined to. He kept going, emboldened by not only his own progress, but the precum that was beginning to ooze from him, his pleasure growing and growing, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

Then the shock started again, and Noel’s progress was halted in its tracks. Biting down on the ball gag, Noel cried out as much as he could in pain. His whole body tensed up as the shock went on and on, even longer than the first one. Until it eventually stopped, leaving Noel a panting mess, a string of drool falling from the gag and onto the cage between his legs.

Noel’s blood chilled as he heard steps behind him. Slow, heavy steps, before the deepest voice he’d ever heard chuckled behind him. “Ho.” It said devilishly. “Ho.” There was suddenly a hand in Noel’s hair. “Ho.”

The hand pulled his head back sharply, making him grunt in surprise, before he found himself staring up at the same man he’d seen in his living room. He was wearing the same black clothing, the same black beret, with the same snow white hair. Except now, there was no mask obscuring his face, so Noel could see his features. He had a strong nose, a thick but well-maintained beard and moustache, just as white as the hair on his head. And despite the colour of his hair, the man didn’t look a day over forty. But the thing that Noel was drawn to, the thing he noticed above all else, were his eyes. His bright, golden eyes that almost seemed to glow. Noel let out a nervous, yet aroused, whimper. He had no idea what the man was going to do to him, and it could easily have been anything.

“Good, you’re scared.” The man said, in the same deep voice that almost reminded Noel of the biker from his dream.

Noel nodded feebly, as much as the hand fisted in his hair would allow.

“And compliant.” The man smiled wickedly, his eyes narrowing in anticipation. “Perfect.”

Noel let out another whimper.

“So you’re my ninth boy this year then.” The man continued, unfisting his hand from Noel’s hair and running it through for a moment, before pushing Noel’s head forward and walking around in front of him.

Noel looked at the man standing over him, as he looked Noel over in turn. He was wearing the same military gear, the bottom of which hugged his body, cupping his bulge and skimming over his clearly muscular legs. They met his high, laced-up boots, also black and made of leather, a few inches below his knees. His body on the other hand was more bulky, partly due to his size and partly due to the jacket which was covered in zips, belts, and pockets.

After a few moments, once it seemed like he was satisfied, he pulled out a piece of purple ribbon, with a silver jingle bell attached to it. He stepped closer to Noel, before tying the piece of ribbon around his neck. He tightened it until Noel could definitely feel its presence. Not quite choking him, but any tighter and it would have been.

“You are to call me Master, or Master Christmas, nothing else.” He said authoritatively, once the ribbon was in position. “If you serve your purpose, you will be rewarded. But if you are naughty, you shall be getting far worse than a lump of coal.” He quickly looked over Noel again. “Until I say otherwise,” he paused for a moment, grinning devilishly, “you are Prancer.” He then stepped past Noel, chuckling as he walked away. “Get Prancer ready.” He ordered loudly, clapping his hands twice, before laughing.

A moment later, there was the sound of a door, and several more pairs of feet walking into the room, with the unmistakable sound of more metal restraints clinking as they did.

Metal would like to thank the author, Aenyse, for this story! If you like it and want him to write more, please say so in the comments!