I felt a shiver run down my spine. The crowd parted, creating a clear path through the water directly to me. Heavy footstepsapproached, and I found myself unable to move, transfixed by what was emerging from the steam.
A massive figure emerged from the steam, easily seven feet tall with broad shoulders and a chest covered in dark fur. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of him. Krampus. Not someone in costume, but the actual demonic entity himself.
His skin was deep crimson where it wasn't covered by thick black fur. Massive curved horns protruded from his forehead, gleaming like polished obsidian. His face was elongated and bestial, somewhere between a goat and a demon, with amber eyes that seemed to burn from within. His mouth was filled with sharp teeth that glinted when he smiled, which he was doing now, directly at me.
"Well, well," Krampus rumbled, his voice like thunder rolling through the bathhouse. "What have we here?"
He strode through the water, which steamed and bubbled around his powerful legs. I noticed his hooved feet clicking against the tile floor of the bath. Between his thighs hung the most impressive cock I'd ever seen. It was as thick as my forearm, ridged with veins, and tipped with a flared head that glistened with pre-cum. Behind him, a long tail swished back and forth, ending in a tuft of black fur.
"This one has been very busy," the incubus said, gesturing to the multiple loads of supernatural cum still dripping down my chest and face.
"So I see," Krampus replied, stopping right in front of me. Up close, he was even more intimidating, his presence filling the space and making it hard to breathe. He reached out one clawed hand and tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his burning gaze. "But has he been naughty or nice?"
"Definitely naughty," the werewolf chuckled. "You should have seen his mouth at work."
Krampus's nostrils flared as he leaned down, inhaling deeply near my neck. "I can smell the sin on him," he growled, his hot breath washing over my skin. "And something else... frustration. Anger. Resentment."
I swallowed hard, unable to look away from those hypnotic eyes. "It's been a rough day at work," I managed to say, my voice hoarse from my earlier activities.
"Ah," Krampus nodded, his horns catching the red light. "Working on Christmas Eve while others celebrate. That would make anyone... bitter." His clawed finger traced a line down my throat to my collarbone. "Tell me, mortal, do you believe you deserve punishment?"
The question hung in the air between us. The entire bathhouse had gone silent, every creature and human watching our exchange with bated breath. My cock pulsed, harder than it had ever been.
"Yes," I whispered, surprising even myself with how desperately I wanted it.
Krampus's smile widened, revealing more of those wicked teeth. "Perfect," he growled, his voice rumbling through my chest. "Come with me."
He extended his massive clawed hand. I hesitated only a moment before taking it, my fingers seeming tiny against his palm. The bathhouse crowd parted as he led me out of the bath, water cascading off my body. My legs felt shaky—whether from kneeling so long or from anticipation, I couldn't tell.
The crowd watched in silence as Krampus guided me through the bathhouse. I'd been here dozens of times, but I'd never seen the door he was leading me toward. It was tucked behind a curtain of chains in the darkest corner, carved from dark wood and covered in symbols that seemed to writhe in the red light.
"Only the naughtiest boys get to enter here," he rumbled, pushing the door open with ease.
The room beyond was unlike anything in the rest of the bathhouse. Dark red walls were lined with implements I recognized from my late-night browsing sessions—paddles, floggers, crops, and switches of various sizes. In the center of the room sat a sturdy padded bench, angled and equipped with leather restraints at strategic points. Candles flickered from alcoves carved into the walls, casting dancing shadows across everything.
My heart hammered in my chest as Krampus closed the door behind us with a definitive thud. We were alone now, the sounds of the party reduced to a distant murmur.
"Strip," he commanded, though I was already naked except for the cum drying on my skin. I realized he meant something different when he gestured to a small alcove with a shower. "Wash yourself clean. I want a fresh canvas."
My hands trembled as I stepped under the warm spray, scrubbing away the evidence of my earlier activities. I watched through the steam as Krampus moved around the room, selecting various implements and laying them out with deliberate care. His massive cock swayed between his legs as he walked, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from it.
When I emerged, clean and dripping, he was waiting with a towel. He dried me himself, his clawed hands surprisingly gentle as they moved over my skin. But there was nothing gentle in his eyes—they burned with a predatory hunger that made my stomach clench with anticipation.
"On the bench," he ordered. "Face down."
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 theleather 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.
