Date: Thu, 27 Mar 1997 15:42:03 -0000
From: dbrown@ggu.edu

The usual caveats apply.  If you are under eighteen, you shouldn't be
reading this:  scat.  If you don't enjoy rope and gag sex, this will
not interest you.  If you do enjoy ropes and gags, and you have a
slightly wacky imagination, you may enjoy this.  The story is for all
those little boys who knew that Mrs Claus was a figment of Madison
Avenue's imagination, who wondered what Santa and his elves did when
they weren't making toys, and who thought that long ago Disney comic
where Santa got kidnapped by Captain Hook and trussed with rope and
gagged with a big black silk handkerchief was sexy.

SANTA'S SILENT DAY
by Henry Pouchette

This was ridiculous, he thought.  He tugged exasperatedly at the ropes
that bound him into his chair and then sighed through his nose.  The
joke, he thought, had gone on long enough.  He had been totally
unprepared, of course, when a group of his elves had burst through his
study door, several of them carrying coils of rope.   Suspecting
nothing , he had hardly even resisted when they started tying him to
his big chair, roping his arms behind him and lashing him down snugly. 
The elves themselves were laughing and seemed to be treating the whole
thing as a some sort of lark, except for their leader, Jasper, who
stood back and watched the proceedings with a small smile and bright
eyes.  As the others had almost finished binding him up, Jasper had
taken Santa's own enormous red bandanna handkerchief from his pocket,
shaken it open--it was nearly a yard square--and gathered it up into a
huge soft wad.  Santa had found one elf tugging down on his big white
beard while two more tugged up on his long, curled moustachios.  In
response he had opened his mouth wide and, before he knew what the elf
was up to, Jasper had first stuffed the big soft wad of handkerchief
between his lips and then, taking out his own big bandanna, had quickly
tied the other handkerchief around Santa's head and between his jaws,
securing the gag in place.
	The group had stood back then, eyeing him as he sat there, trussed
down to his chair and effectually gagged with his own and Jasper's
bandanna handkerchiefs.  The lot of them were giggling at the comical
sight he made, and he could just imagine it himself:  a fat old man
with his coat off,  in big black boots, red pants, and his white
long-johns undershirt, red suspenders over his shoulders, and tightly
bound up with yards of rope and a big bandanna gag tied so tightly
through his mouth he could feel how his red cheeks must be bulging
above it.  He had struggled now--too late--and grumbled into the gag,
surprised at how helpless he felt and how well the soft gag silenced
him.  With a final burst of laughter at his expense, the elves had left
the room, Jasper giving him a last lingering look as he shut and locked
the door behind them.
	That had all been a full half an hour before, and he was weary of the
joke, whatever it was, and anxious for someone to come back and free
him.  He struggled again in his bonds, realizing again how well he was
tied up.  His back was pressed firmly into the chair, and no amount of
struggling seemed to loosen the ropes that held his hands, arms, chest,
thighs, and ankles so tightly bound.  He knew already as well how
effectively he was gagged.  His own big bandanna handkerchief filled
his mouth to overflowing, the soft layers of it a thick chewy ball
between his distended jaws, and the tight band of the other
handkerchief held the gag firmly in place.  All the noise he could make
was some thoroughly muffled mmmphing sounds.  He hadn't been so
securely bound and gagged since that time last year when Captain Hook
and his pirates had kidnapped him.
	Last Christmas, he had spent several anxious hours in Hook's cabin,
lashed to a chair and brutally gagged with a couple of the captain's
big black silk handkerchiefs stuffed and tied in his mouth.  He had
worried that Hook or someone else would notice how hard his cock was in
response to being seized and bound and gagged like that, but
fortunately no one had seemed to be aware.  After Peter Pan had rescued
him, he had had to take time out as soon as he got back to the North
Pole to jack himself off, and he had fantasized about the episode many
times since, substituting Kevin Klein as the captain of the brigands in
the Pirates of Penzance for Hook, however, in his nocturnal replays. 
Of course, he had a hard on now, and he knew that he half didn't want
the elves to come back and free him--at least, not yet.  He was angry,
but he was also enjoying the sensation of being once more a helpless
victim, tightly bound up and thoroughly and securely gagged.  His sex
was hard in his pants, and he shifted, managing to rub it gently
against the hampering cloth.
	He looked up expectantly when the door finally opened and Jasper
walked in.  The sturdy elf shut and locked the door carefully behind
him and then crossed the room to stand in front of Santa where he sat
helpless, gazing up at him with a smug smile, hands on hips.  Santa
squirmed in his ropes and mumbled into the huge gag.  Jasper smiled
more broadly and then circled the other man, checking that the old
fellow's bonds were still secure.  Seemingly satisfied, the elf came to
stand in front of him once more.
	"Well, Santa," he said quietly, "the other fellows are taking the day
off, and I've promised to stand guard over you, to make sure you don't
get loose and to make sure nothing happens to you while you're tied up
like this."  He grinned.  "Actually, the idea for a holiday was
Buckle's own, and he thought we ought to just ask you, but some of the
other fellows thought it would be a good joke to just take the day
without permission, and one of them suggested we come in and tie you up
to make sure you couldn't stop us."  His grin widened.  "I suggested we
gag you, as well, so you couldn't actually forbid us to take the day
off, and the others agreed that the best idea was to take you by
surprise and get you trussed and gagged before you could protest, and
then we wouldn't really be disobeying any orders after all."
	Santa struggled and mmmphed helplessly.
	"Of course," he went on, "tying and gagging you so we can take a day
off isn't what I'm really after."  With a yet broader grin, the elf
reached down to unfasten the fly of his trousers and pulled out his
cock, which was stiff with excitement.  "Ever since you told me about
that little episode with Captain Hook last year, I've wanted even more
to see what you must've looked like, all tied up and gagged like this. 
The whole idea was a real turn-on to me.  You see, Santa, I'd often
fantasized about you, in just such circumstances, and the image your
story about being kidnapped by Hook and his pirates conjured up was too
much for me, and when the other guys had this idea, I saw an
opportunity I'd never thought I'd have."  As he spoke, the elf was
slowly stroking his hand up and down his rigid cock.  Santa watched,
fascinated, and found he could not control his own excitement.  He
writhed in the ropes that bound him and moaned into his gag, his eyes
on the elf's hard sex.
	"I've always liked gags, Santa," Jasper continued, "ever since I was
just a little fellow, gags and bondage.  And I've wanted for a long
time now to have the `boss' all roped up and, especially, gagged.  I
really, really get off on big gags, Santa, the bigger the better, I've
always thought, and I've always wanted to use those huge bandanna
handkerchiefs you have as a gag for you.  The idea of stuffing your own
big handkerchief into your mouth while you mmmmph and mumble and mmmph
some more has always turned me on.  So you can imagine how much I
enjoyed gagging you with your own bandanna handkerchief a little while
ago and how much I enjoy seeing you gagged as you are right now."  As
he spoke, he stopped stroking his dick and tucked it back into his
pants.  With a wink, he went into the room beyond, which was Santa's
bedroom.  The old boy wondered what his elf was up to now, and he
twisted in his chair, trying to see behind him.  In a moment, Jasper
returned, a handful of Santa's huge bandanna handkerchiefs in one hand.
 He said not a word, but went straight to work.  Unfolding one big
handkerchief, he spread it out on Santa's desk.  Then he took another,
shook it open, gathered it into a wad, and laid it in the center of the
other bandanna.  He then folded the bandanna over the wad and rolled it
up so that he had a long bandage with a thick, soft, bulgey swelling in
the middle.   Santa watched all this with excited interest, and his
eyes widened when Jasper, taking up the bandage, stepped up close to
him. 
	Too small to reach Santa's head from the floor, Jasper climbed up into
the old man's lap. Looking into his eyes with a wicked grin, the elf
stuffed the thick bulge of the bandage between Santa's lips, filling up
the space between his distended jaws and the tight band of the bandanna
already tied through the old fellow's mouth.  Then he reached around
Santa's head to wrap the long ends of the bandanna around the old man's
head, tying them in a hard knot.  Taking up yet another of Santa's huge
handkerchiefs, he folded it into a wide bandage and tied this around
Santa's head and over his mouth, pulling the wide band as tight as he
could over the old fellow's cloth-stuffed jaws.  In the end the old man
had the huge wad of the bandanna from his own pocket stuffed deep
between his jaws, Jasper's big bandanna tied through his teeth, the
bulge of his own bandannas stuffed and tied through his mouth, and one
more of his own bandanna handkerchiefs tied in a broad band over his
mouth.
	Santa had felt his own cock getting more and more stiff as each new
bandanna handkerchief was added to his gag, and now his cock was so
rigid it was almost more pain to him than pleasure, pinned as it was to
his thigh by his trousers, unable to stand proudly upright as it
struggled to do.  Santa moaned into the smothering layers of bandanna
handkerchiefs.
	"Mmmmph.  Mmmmmmmmph."  He was astonished at how little sound he could
make, but his very inability to make more than those helpless, muffled
mumblings increased his own excitement.  
	Jasper, as he eased himself off the old man's lap, accidentally placed
a hand on the old fellow's stiff sex, and Santa moaned helplessly once
more into his huge gag.  Jasper gave him a puzzled look that suddenly
turned to comprehension, and, as soon as he was standing once more, the
elf reached to unbutton Santa's trousers.  With a broad grin and a
murmured, "Ho ho ho," he drew the old man's stiff prick out of his
pants.  Santa moaned hopelessly into the enormous gag and strained at
his ropes.
	"This is going to be fun," the elf said happily and he began to slowly
stroke the old man's rigid sex.   As the intense pressure of the elf's
strong hand shivered up his dick, Santa jerked convulsively in the
ropes that held him, overwhelmed and helpless to stop himself.  The
sensation of being so completely and thoroughly gagged, his mouth
packed full of his own huge bandannas and tightly, irresistible bound
up with more of the same, of being tightly bound with rope into his
chair, the whole situation of being smotheringly silenced and
immobilely trussed up excited the old man beyond measure.  He let
himself go, struggling against his bonds and shouting with all his
might into the enormous wad of the gag, relishing his own surrender to
being a helpless prisoner.  Then he felt the elf release his cock and
he half sobbed in his desperate disappointment.
	"Oh no, Santa, I'm not going to let you cum that quick.  We have a
whole long day ahead of us, with you trussed up like that and gagged. 
I'm going to make sure we enjoy every minute of it, and I'm going to
just keep bringing you right to the edge of cumming over and over and
watch you struggle and listen to you moan into that gag.  And I think
the next thing I'm going to do is gag you all over again, only this
time I'm going to stuff two of your nice big bandanna handkerchiefs
into your mouth.  Would you like that, old man?"
	Santa looked down at him, and slowly he nodded.  His dick rose up, a
tiny bead of precum at the tip, as he thought in anticipation of how
big a gag of two of his own huge bandannas would be.  The elf
immediately disappeared into Santa's bedroom once more.  In a moment he
returned, dumping a whole stack of Santa's huge white-dotted bandanna
handkerchiefs on the desk.  Taking up first one and then a second, he
shook open the handkerchiefs and laid one on the other.  Then he rolled
the double layer of cloth into an enormous soft wad.  Santa moaned
softly as he watched, wondering if he could take the whole huge gag
into his mouth and yet eager to do so, and also well aware that, bound
up helplessly as he was and at the mercy of the elf, he had really no
choice in the matter.
	Jasper crawled once more into Santa's lap, bringing the big ball of
bandannas with him.  Reaching behind Santa's head, his white-bearded
face only inches from Santa's and his bright brown eyes twinkling at
the old man, he loosened the outer bandanna bound over the old man's
mouth.  Santa watched the little man's face as he then untied the
bandage with the bulgey middle, removing that, and then untied his own
bandanna from between Santa's jaws.  Drawing out the soft gag, he
immediately took up the new gag and thrust it into Santa's mouth.  The
gag was huge, and Santa moaned in mingled pleasure and disbelief as the
elf forced him to take in the whole huge ball of soft cloth.  When he
felt as if he could take no more, Santa realized that the gag was only
half inserted, and he groaned piteously as the elf continued to force
him to accept the enormous wad.  The little man stuffed and pushed and
crammed the big ball of soft cloth until he had managed to shove the
entire wad between Santa's distended jaws.
	Santa, helpless to resist, choking on the smothering gag, watched
hopelessly as the elf took up the bandanna with the bulgey middle and
brought it up to press the soft bulge between the old man's lips,
wrapping the long ends around his head and pulling them tight at the
base of his skull.  The little man pulled hard, forcing the bulge
between Santa's teeth and pushing the huge gag in yet deeper.  Santa
moaned as the elf cinched off the bandanna in a hard knot and then
instantly took up the wide bandage and pressed that over the old man's
mouth.  Pulling the thick band of cloth tight over Santa's lips, the
elf wrapped the ends around his head and tied them off as firmly as he
possibly could.
	Santa mumbled into the huge gag, stunned at how silenced he was by the
soft wad that filled his mouth to bursting, excited by the sensation of
being so cruelly and irresistibly gagged.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmmmmumgulmmmmmmmmmmmmmph."
	The elf grinned up at him.  He had obviously enjoyed stuffing and
tying the huge and brutal gag into his boss's mouth, enjoyed forcing
the old man to submit to him, enjoyed the fellow's inability to resist
being gagged.
	"You like ropes and gags yourself, don't you, Santa?"
	The old man looked down at the elf.  "Um hmmmph," he nodded.
	"You wait here," Jasper said with a wink.  "I'll be right back." 
Quickly he left the room, carefully locking the door behind him.  Santa
sat wondering for a moment where the elf had gone and to what purpose,
but after a short while, he found himself once more simply enjoying the
sensations of his bondage.  The ropes were tight around him and held
him firmly in his chair.  Strain and struggle as he might, he could not
loosen the snug lashings.  The gag was huge, an enormous soft wad that
filled his mouth from his throat to his lips, forcing his jaws wide
apart.  The bandanna handkerchief tied through his mouth dragged the
gag in deep and made his cheeks bulge out above it, while the second
bandage sealed up his mouth from nostrils to chin, enclosing his mouth
and cheeks in a tight, wide swath of thick soft cloth.  He was utterly
helpless, and his cock rose up in response to his knowing his
helplessness.
	The door opened, and Jasper entered, again carefully locking the door
behind him. He carried an artist's portfolio under his arm, which he
laid on the desk in front of Santa.  Unfastening the ties with a little
flourish and a co-conspiritorial grin at the bound and gagged old man,
the elf opened the portfolio to display a sheaf of drawings, large
drawings in pencil on sheets of foolscape.  Santa grunted through his
gag in surprise as he looked at what the elf showed him.
	The top drawing Santa recognized instantly as a portrait of
himself--himself in bondage!  He wasn't tied to a chair as he was now. 
He was shown lying on his stomach in hog-tie bondage, his arms roped
behind him, his legs bound and brought up behind him and tied to his
wrists.  A huge gag filled his mouth, evidently one--or two!--of his
own big bandanna handkerchiefs stuffed in a soft wad between his jaws
and tied there by another bandanna handkerchief.  Santa moaned
excitedly as he studied the drawing, realizing that Jasper must have
made it a while ago and that the elf really had wanted to bind and gag
him for some time.
	Jasper grinned at him and then showed him the next drawing.  Santa
stared in mingled surprise and excitement.  The drawing showed three of
the other elves whom he easily recognized, all in rope and gag bondage.
 They were all three trussed up to chairs with tight coils of rope, and
all three had big bandanna handkerchief gags stuffed and tied in their
mouths.
	"You may recognize the subject in this one," the elf said with a wink
as he displayed a third drawing.  Santa studied the picture.  It showed
a tall, moustachioed, middle-aged man with a thick head of gray hair,
dressed in a three-piece suit with a handkerchief pushing up from the
chest pocket in a big bulgey puff.  The man was shown standing but
bound, his arms behind him, his wrists tied, tight coils of rope
securing him, and a huge gag of what looked to be white pocket
handkerchiefs--two or even three?--stuffed in his mouth and held there
by another handkerchief bound tightly around his head.  Santa
recognized a portrait of the sales rep of one of their chief suppliers.
 "You might say that one was drawn from life," Jasper said.  "Two years
ago I had Rachet"--Santa registered the name of Jasper's best friend
among the elves--"help me jump the guy.  This year I didn't need
Rachet's help.  The man brought a whole extra suitcase full of rope and
big handkerchiefs he wanted me to use on him, and when he wasn't trying
to sell you something, he was in my room moaning into a big gag."
	The elf showed Santa the next drawing.  The old man recognized himself
once more, this time dressed in his Sunday suit, a three-piece outfit
of maroon red that he wore with a candy-cane striped tie and a big
white and red paisley silk handkerchief puffed in his chest pocket.  He
was shown bound up, of course, his arms and hands tightly tied behind
his back with coils of rope.  A huge gag of bandannas was stuffed into
his mouth and held in place by another bandanna tied securely around
his head.
	"There are more to show you," Jasper said with a grin as he folded up
the portfolio, "and I will later on.  But when I told him about my
hopes for such a little occasion as this, Rachet made me promise I
would let him be here.  I spent the time since we bound you up and when
I came back getting him ready.  So now I'm going to fetch him." He
crossed the room.  "Be right back," he said with a grin as he closed
the door behind himself.
	Santa sat wondering what would come next in this new adventure for a
moment or two, and then gave himself up to enjoying the sensation of
being so securely trussed up and gagged.  It was some while before he
heard the sound of Jasper returning, and Santa realized at least part
of the reason why when the elf entered.  Santa noticed first that the
elf carried numerous coils of light rope over his shoulder.  He saw
also that the elf had changed from his work clothes to his Sunday suit
of dark brown velvet.  With it he wore a red and white striped shirt
and a silk tie of brown and maroon paisley.  From his chest pocket, a
huge silk handkerchief of maroon thrust up and out in a great puff. And
this time he guided into the room an elf Santa recognized as Rachet. 
He saw also with surprise and delight that the sturdy little man was
bound, gagged, and blindfolded.  He was dressed in his vested Sunday
suit of dark green corduroy, a blue shirt, and a silk tie of dark green
foularded with dull gold florets.  From the patch chest pocket of his
coat, a silk handkerchief of dull gold rose up in a big dimpled puff. 
The little fellow's arms and hands were bound very tightly behind his
back, snug coils of rope lashing his upper arms above the elbows to his
sides, more coils binding his wrists together.  The gag looked cruelly
effective, a great wad of bandannas stuffed in his mouth and distending
his jaws wide, a bandanna, folded into a bandage, dragged back hard
enough between his spread jaws to make his cheeks bulge on either side
and knotted behind his head.  Yet another bandanna was tied tightly
over the elf's eyes as a blindfold.
	Jasper gave his friend a little spinning push that sent him staggering
helplessly into the open center of the room.  The bound man gave a
muffled grunt into the enormous gag as he stumbled forward and then
came to rest a foot or two from where Santa sat helplessly bound and
gagged himself.  Rachet turned his blind head from side to side
uncertainly.
	"Mmmmph?  Mugummmmmph?"
	Jasper, grinning, came to him and turned him to face their bound up
boss, and then he reached up to loosen the blindfold.  As the thickly
folded bandanna fell away from his eyes, Rachet stared eagerly, with a
bright and intent gaze, at his fellow prisoner, moaning his approval.
	"Mmmmph! Ummmph! Mmmmummmmph!"  Immediately on loosening the bandanna
blindfold, Jasper had let the soft bandage drop down to Rachet's mouth,
and he now tied the thick band tightly around the little man's head to
augment the already thorough gag.
	"Mmmmmm!  Mummmph!" 
	Santa watched in fascination.
	"Well, boss," Jasper said with a grin at Santa, "what do you think of
your fellow captive?"  As he spoke, he turned the other sturdy elf
around.  "A neat little package, don't you think, if I do say so
myself.  Notice the fine job of roping on his arms and wrists, and the
gag, I must tell you, is as big as yours despite the fact that Rachet
is a much smaller man." He turned the little man to face Santa once
more.  "Take note, also, if you will, boss, of the chest pocket
handkerchief," and as he spoke, Jasper gave the huge puff of heavy silk
at his captive's breast a tap.  "Rachet here really likes big silk
pocket handkerchiefs almost as much as he likes gags." He looked down
to plump the huge maroon silk puff at his own breast.  "That's why I
wear this dandy puff myself of a Sunday, to keep my friend in the mood,
so to speak." Santa noticed that the other elf was staring now at
Jasper's big silk puff with an eager eye.
	"So, Santa," Jasper went on,  "how about it?  Are you willing to dress
up for my friend and yours here?"
	Santa looked from one to the other and then nodded vigorously.
	"Uumm humph!" he mumbled into the gag.
	"Good man," Jasper said with a smile.  "Always willing to help your
workers." He winked. "Well, I'd better loosen those ropes--for the time
being." As he set to work doing so, he looked up at Santa.  "But the
gag will stay."
	Santa nodded.
	As soon as he was freed from his chair, Santa stretched and twisted to
get the blood back into his limbs, and then, followed by the two elves,
Rachet still, of course, with his arms bound and his mouth gagged, the
old man turned and went into his bedroom.  He took off his boots with
Jasper's help, and then he stood up and removed his red, fur-trimmed
trousers, hanging them neatly in his closet.  From the same closet, he
took out his good suit, the same dark maroon suit he was shown wearing
in Jasper's drawing of him.  Laying this on his bed, he turned to his
bureau to take out a clean white shirt, black socks, and a big
handkerchief of silk, white and red paisley.  He put on the shirt and
socks, and then put on the trousers of his suit.  Then he took black
shoes from his closet and put them on.  His breath wheezed a bit as he
bent over to tie the laces, and Jasper, with a cheerful smile, tied
them for him.  Then the old man took out from his closet a silk tie of
red and white and black rep stripes and knotted that carefully around
his neck.  All the while, Rachet watched, his brown eyes sparkling with
pleasure above the tight bandanna of his gag.
	Now Santa took up the vest of his suit and put it on, buttoning it
snugly over his ample belly.  Then he took up his coat and shrugged
into it.  At last he picked up the huge handkerchief of silk.  Turning
to face Rachet, he winked at the sturdy little man as he set about
putting it into his chest pocket, stuffing and puffing and tugging
until he had arranged the big square of rich cloth into a great lolling
puff that lifted up and over the edge of his pocket to thrust out in a
thick triangular lobe of patterned silk.
	"Mmmmmmummmmmph!  Mugummmmmmmmphummmph!" The sight of his boss
arranging that huge handkerchief in his own chest pocket with such care
obviously aroused Rachet, and the elf moaned into his huge gag.  Even
as he did so, Jasper seized him and shoved him over to Santa's bed. 
The bed was a big four-poster, made of oak, each of the corners
supported by tall posts that were more like beams, logs almost a foot
in diameter, carved in low relief with oak leaves and acorns and highly
waxed and polished.  Jasper pushed his friend to stand with his back to
the right-hand post at the foot of the bed and bound him tightly to it
with some the rope he had carried over his shoulder.  In a matter of
moments, he had his friend lashed from head to foot to the heavy
upright beam of wood, tight coils encircling the little man's body from
chest to ankles.  Santa watched in fascination.  He realized that the
sight of the elf so completely bound up, so thoroughly gagged, so
utterly helpless was extremely exciting to him, that the sight added to
his pleasure in his own bondage.
	The old man had little time to savor this realization, however, for,
as soon as he had finished binding Rachet to the bedpost, Jasper turned
to him.  He took the ropes the other elves had first used to bind Santa
and used them to bind the old fellow once more, tying his hands tightly
behind his back and lashing his upper arms securely to his sides. 
Then, with a grin and a bow, he invited Santa to stand beside the other
post at the foot of his own bed, and, when Santa readily complied, used
the ropes he had brought on his last return to bind the old man tightly
to the post, climbing up onto the bed to lash his upper body to the
beam of wood and climbing back down to wind snug coils of rope around
the man's thighs and lower legs.  When he was done, the elf and Santa
stood tightly bound to the big bedposts, their hands and arms secured
and cocoons of rope holding them firmly to the heavy uprights.
	The two looked at each other, each struggling in the ropes that held
him, each mumbling uselessly into his huge bandanna gag.  Each found
his own bondage exciting in itself, and each found that the sight of
the other in like bondage much increased his excitement.  Jasper
crossed to Santa's bureau and returned with a couple of the old
fellow's big bandannas in his hand.  He opened one and folded it on the
diagonal into a thick, soft roll.  Unfastening the fly of Rachet's
trousers, he drew out the elf's rigid cock and used the bandanna to tie
up his stiff member, cinching the soft roll tightly around the base of
the little man's privates and then using the bandanna to encircle the
man's cock alone, and then wrapping the long ends around the roots of
the man's balls, stretching his ball sack and making the two globes
stand out in a shiny package.  As he did so, he turned to look at Santa.
	"You'll notice, boss," he said, "that I've tied you on Rachet's right,
so your left side is turned to him, the side with your suit chest
pocket, the side with that big show handkerchief you so nicely puffed
in your pocket for him." Santa glanced down at the big lobe of silk
that lolled from his chest pocket, and then he looked over once more at
his companion prisoner.  Rachet was staring at the big handkerchief
with bright eyes, tugging at his ropes and moaning into his huge gag as
Jasper worked on binding up the little man's cock.  He noticed that the
elf's own silk handkerchief was thrusting out from the fellow's chest
pocket even more protuberantly than before, forced forward by the way
the sturdy little fellow was bound.
	Jasper now took up the second of Santa's bandannas, and he performed
the same service as he had on Rachet's privates on Santa himself,
opening the old fellow's fly, drawing out the old man's rigid cock, and
binding it up with the soft roll of the handkerchief.  When he was
done, he stepped back for a moment to examine his handiwork.  His two
captives stood helplessly bound to either bedpost, each of them secured
with tight coils of rope, each of them cruelly and effectually gagged
with great wads of bandanna handkerchiefs stuffed and secured into
their mouths.  The cock and balls of each man were neatly bound up,
standing out rigidly from their groins, exposed and vulnerable.  Jasper
returned to Santa's bureau and took out several more bandannas,  He
opened each of them, but, instead of rolling them, he tied three knots
into each one, one at the end, and one each about a quarter and about
half down their length.  Then he gathered them up together at their
unknotted ends and let them hang down.  Santa instantly saw that the
elf had made himself a kind of bandanna cat-o-nine-tails, a
soft-looking whip.
	With a grin, Jasper turned to Rachet and lifted the bandanna whip.  He
brought the long ends down softly onto the elf's bound up and stiffly
exposed cock, and Rachet moaned into his gag, twisting helplessly in
his bonds.
	"Mmmmmmummmph!  Mugulummmph!  Mmmmmmmmugummmmmmmph!"
	The little man was staring over at Santa, his bright eyes roving over
his companion in bondage, flicking from the old man's gag to his big
silk puff to his rigid cock and back.  Santa saw that the little fellow
was getting more and more excited, driven to greater ecstasy by his own
helplessness, the sight of his big puff-handkerchiefed boss bound and
gagged beside him, and the mock torture Jasper was inflicting on his
exposed privates.  In a moment, he gave a yell muffled by his huge gag,
went stiff in the ropes that bound him, and then his spunk burst from
his leaping cock, once, twice, three times, four times, five times, and
he gave a final muffled yell, and then he sank down into his ropes.
	Immediately, Jasper turned his attention to Santa.  The old man had
found himself immensely excited by the sight of his fellow prisoner
being teasingly whipped in that manner, at the little man's obvious
excitement in seeing him, Santa himself, bound and gagged and also
helpless, and wearing that huge silk handkerchief puffed in his chest
pocket, and by being himself so thoroughly trussed and brutally gagged.
 As Jasper approached him, Santa writhed in the ropes that held him
securely to the bedpost.  He winced in anticipation as Japer brought up
the bandanna whip, and then the whip came down onto his exposed and
vulnerable cock where it stuck out in its own bandanna bondage from his
groin.
	"Mmmmmummmph!  Mugulummmmmph!  Mmmmmmmmmmmmgmmmaummmph!!"
	To his astonishment, Santa found that the sensation of having his cock
gently whipped--there was no pain, only a concentrated impact, a
sensation of vulnerability that increased the pleasure he felt in being
so completely bound, so cruelly gagged--heightened his sexual arousal
almost to the breaking point.  For several minutes, Jasper lightly
applied the whip to the old man's bound cock, and the old man strained
in his ropes and moaned hopelessly into his enormous gag.  At last the
old fellow was moaning so piteously, was looking down at his captor
with such a pleading look in his blue eyes, Jasper grinned and spoke,
still lightly whipping his prisoner's bandanna-bound cock.
	"I guess you're not going to come like Rachet, are you, old fellow? 
Guess I'll have to help you." He dropped the whip and took Santa's cock
into his hand.  It took only a few quick strokes, the old fellow was so
close to climax. 
	"MMMMMMMUGULMMMPH!!  MUMMMMMMUGULMMMMPH!!!"  Santa twisted in his
ropes desperately and shouted into his huge bandanna gag as his spunk
leap out of his dick in a long arch of white juice, pumping once,
twice, three times, four times, five times, six times in thick spurts. 
As his boss slumped down into his ropes, Jasper stepped back and
quickly took his own rigid dick from his fly.  Looking from one to the
other of his bound and gagged prisoners, he pumped his own cock slowly.
 Rachet, recovered from his own climax, watched eagerly.  To encourage
his friend, he struggled in his ropes and moaned into his huge gag,
knowing that the other elf was immensely excited at the idea of having
a man bound and gagged and captive against his will.  Rachet pretended
to fight his ropes, to struggle against his gag.
	"Mmmmmph!  Mugulmmmmph!!  Mmmmmmmmmmmph!!!!" 
	In a moment, Santa caught on and he, too, began to struggle and shout.
	"Mmmmmmmph! Mugulmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmphugulmmph!!"
	Looking from one to the other, savoring their helplessness, the
uselessness of their tugging and jerking at the ropes he knew he had
tied so well, their fighting the huge gags he had so enjoyed stuffing
deep into their mouths and tying in so securely, Jasper pumped at his
cock faster and faster.  In a few moments, the sight of the two other
men struggling and moaning brought him to the edge, and he shouted as
his cum spurted out in great gouts of white spunk onto the floor.  His
two companions shouted into their gags, excited themselves to have been
the source of his pleasure.  Both their cocks were beginning once more
to stiffen.
Santa wondered for a moment how Jasper would look bound and gagged, and
he decided to see if Rachet had ever wondered the same thing. Between
the two of them, they might have a surprise for their friend, a
surprise involving lots of rope and maybe, Santa thought, maybe a three
bandanna gag.