Paul wrote this a few years back and sent it to me today:
T'was the night before Christmas
and tied to the cross
made of pine, in my basement
was my cute plaything Ross.
Stripped of all clothing
save his blindfold and gag,
he could still hear me coming
with some toys in my bag.
I pulled out my flogger
and I said in his ear
"We'll just start off slowly.
You have nothing to fear."
Swinging my flogger
the strands struck him fast.
First I worked on his torso
then I worked on his ass.
He writhed and he moaned
till his sweat soaked the rug.
So I put down my flogger
and pulled out a plug.
Now Ross was no novice...
his talents unmatched,
so I chose one of lucite
and with wires attached.
With the lube and my fingers
I eased his hole loose
then I rammed in the butt-plug
and cranked up the juice.
I played with the voltage
and to my delight
I discovered he mimicked
my Christmas tree lights
whenever his back arched
the tree lights went dim;
and when he relaxed
they went brighter again.
Just then from my chimney
I heard a strange sound
like boot scrapes and cursing.
Hey! Some guy's climbing down!!
Emerged from my fireplace
first his feet then his head.
was a white-bearded fat man
all dressed up in red.
SANTA!! I shouted
and to my surprise
he looked at me squarely
no love in his eyes.
He said "Paul, you've been naughty.
Just look what you've done.
Good boys and good girls
don't hurt others for fun."
"I'm so disappointed!
You were such a good kid!
You're getting no presents
for the bad things you did!"
He called me a pervert
and a total disgrace
till I'd just heard enough
from that fat bastard's face
So I grabbed a big Yule Log
from the big pile of wood
and I bashed that jerk's head in
as hard as I could.
He woke hours later
nude and cuffed to my walls
and with tiny electrodes
attached to his balls
Free now, Ross joined me
(my hot little boy)
and I said "Merry Christmas!!
Come and try your new toy!"
In Ross' young face
I saw gleeful delight
as he zapped that fat bastard
till it flickered the lights
So this magic Christmas
Dear Old Santa learned fast
You screw me for presents
and I'll kick your ass.
and tied to the cross
made of pine, in my basement
was my cute plaything Ross.
Stripped of all clothing
save his blindfold and gag,
he could still hear me coming
with some toys in my bag.
I pulled out my flogger
and I said in his ear
"We'll just start off slowly.
You have nothing to fear."
Swinging my flogger
the strands struck him fast.
First I worked on his torso
then I worked on his ass.
He writhed and he moaned
till his sweat soaked the rug.
So I put down my flogger
and pulled out a plug.
Now Ross was no novice...
his talents unmatched,
so I chose one of lucite
and with wires attached.
With the lube and my fingers
I eased his hole loose
then I rammed in the butt-plug
and cranked up the juice.
I played with the voltage
and to my delight
I discovered he mimicked
my Christmas tree lights
whenever his back arched
the tree lights went dim;
and when he relaxed
they went brighter again.
Just then from my chimney
I heard a strange sound
like boot scrapes and cursing.
Hey! Some guy's climbing down!!
Emerged from my fireplace
first his feet then his head.
was a white-bearded fat man
all dressed up in red.
SANTA!! I shouted
and to my surprise
he looked at me squarely
no love in his eyes.
He said "Paul, you've been naughty.
Just look what you've done.
Good boys and good girls
don't hurt others for fun."
"I'm so disappointed!
You were such a good kid!
You're getting no presents
for the bad things you did!"
He called me a pervert
and a total disgrace
till I'd just heard enough
from that fat bastard's face
So I grabbed a big Yule Log
from the big pile of wood
and I bashed that jerk's head in
as hard as I could.
He woke hours later
nude and cuffed to my walls
and with tiny electrodes
attached to his balls
Free now, Ross joined me
(my hot little boy)
and I said "Merry Christmas!!
Come and try your new toy!"
In Ross' young face
I saw gleeful delight
as he zapped that fat bastard
till it flickered the lights
So this magic Christmas
Dear Old Santa learned fast
You screw me for presents
and I'll kick your ass.