The switches came down hard across my ass without warning. I cried out, more from surprise than pain. The sting spread across my skin like wildfire, sharp and immediate. Before I could catch my breath, he struck again, this time across the other cheek.
"That's better," Krampus growled. "Let me hear you."
The switches whistled through the air and connected with my flesh in rapid succession. Each strike left burning lines across my ass and thighs. I gasped and moaned, pulling against the restraints reflexively even as my cock throbbed harder beneath me.
"Count them," he commanded.
"Three," I managed to say as another blow landed. "Four. Five."
He worked methodically, covering every inch of my ass and upper thighs with stinging strikes. By the time I reached twenty, I was panting, my skin on fire. But beneath the pain was something else—a dark pleasure that made my neglected cock leak onto the leather bench.
"Such a good boy," Krampus purred, running his clawed hand over my abused flesh. The touch was both soothing and agonizing. "Taking your punishment because you know you deserve it. But we're not done yet."
I heard him set down the switches and select something else. When his hand returned, it held a leather paddle studded with small metal points. My eyes widened.
"Twenty more," he announced. "And you will thank me after each one."
The paddle connected with a meaty thwack that drove the air from my lungs. The studs bit into my already tender skin, and I yelped.
"One," I gasped. "Thank you."
"Louder."
"Thank you!" I cried as the second blow landed even harder than the first.
He paddled me with methodical precision, each strike perfectly placed to maximize the sensation. My ass felt like it was glowing, radiating heat. Tears streamed down my face, but my cock remained rock hard, trapped between my body and the bench, leaking steadily.
"Fifteen. Thank you!" My voice was hoarse now, broken.
"Good boy," Krampus rumbled. "Just five more."
The final five were the hardest, each one making me scream. When he finished, I was sobbing openly, my body trembling. But I'd never felt more alive, more present in my skin.
Krampus's massive hands caressed my abused flesh, his touch almost tender now. "Beautiful," he murmured. "You wear my marks well."
I felt him move behind me, his hooved feet clicking against the stone floor. Then his hot breath washed over my exposed hole, making me gasp.
"Now for your reward," he growled.
His tongue, long and impossibly hot, dragged across my entrance. I moaned, pushing back against his face as much as the restraints allowed. His tongue was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was prehensile, textured, and seemed to have a mind of its own. Not to mention, I was fairly certain it had a forked tip, both sides licking at my hole separately.
He circled my rim with that demonic tongue, teasing and tasting before pushing inside. I cried out as he breached me, his tongue sliding deep into my ass with ease. It was thick and hot, stretching me in ways I'd never experienced. The forked tip seemed to explore every inch of my inner walls, finding sensitive spots I didn't even know I had.
"Fuck!" I gasped, my fingers clenching into fists. "Oh god, please?—"
Krampus chuckled against my skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. He withdrew his tongue only to plunge it back in deeper, fucking me with it in long, deliberate strokes. His clawed hands gripped my burning ass cheeks, spreading me wider for better access.
I was lost in all the sensations racing through my body. I felt the ache from the beating, the stretch of his tongue, and the pressure building in my neglected cock. Every nerve ending felt electrified. I'd been eaten out before, but never like this. This was primal, overwhelming, and frankly… almost too much.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled away. I whimpered at the loss, my hole clenching around nothing.
"Patience," Krampus rumbled. I heard him moving, the clink of something glass. "I need to prepare you properly for what's coming."
Cool liquid dripped onto my entrance, and then his clawed finger was there, circling and pressing. He pushed inside slowly, and I groaned at the intrusion. His finger was thicker than most men's cocks, the claw retracted but the digit still stretched me.
"So tight," he growled appreciatively. "Even after servicing all those monsters, you're still so deliciously tight."
He worked me open methodically, adding a second finger that made me gasp and pull against the restraints. The stretch burned but in the most incredible way. He moved his fingers, opening me up, occasionally brushing against my prostate and making me gasp with pleasure.
