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A brand spanking new caning story by very special guest author JOELSTRAP. This story is exclusive to The Canery! All the characters are 18 or older. WARNING: ADULTS ONLY!
Leon’s Christmas Present by Joelstrap
“No way! I am not dressing up as a bloody elf!”
“Aw, come on, Leon, it’s for the kids!”
“The kids get plenty at Christmas already. Far too many presents. Little buggers are spoiled rotten.”
“Not all of them. This is for the ones who won’t get much at Christmas. It’s only a couple of weekends,” pleaded Nick.
“Only? You’re wanting me to dress up like fairy and ponce around in public in a supermarket, packing shopping-bags for bastards who could easily do it themselves, just to try to earn a few pounds to give stupid presents to fat kids? Do I look like an idiot?”
“No; but you sound like one. Stop being so ruddy selfish, Leon.”
At that moment, a lithe young lad in an elf’s costume sprang into the room, grinning broadly.
“Hey! This is brilliant! I bet I’m the best-looking elf in the store. They’ll be queuing up to be at the checkout where I’m working.”
“Big-head,” said Leon caustically.
“Oh yeh? Go and get a costume on yourself, Leon, and then Nick can decide who’s the sexier.”
“I’ve told Nick already, Dane. I’m not doing it.”
“Eh? Course you are! It’s for the kids.”
“Yeh, yeh, I’ve heard that already. Badly-behaved brats, most of them. I think they should get a good, hard spanking. Do them a lot more good than presents.”
“You what?! Come on, students always do this to raise money in the college here. It’ll be fun. Get that elf-outfit on and let’s see how you look,” urged Dane.
“He’s scared that it’ll be obvious that you’re sexier than he is,” observed Nick in an audible aside.
“Like hell he is!” snapped Leon, glaring at Nick. “Okay! I’ll put it on, but just to show how irresistible I am. I’m not doing the bag-filling thing.”
Leon strode out of the room and Dane glanced at Nick.
“It’s well seen you’re a psychology student,” he said with a grin.
A few minutes later, Leon entered, clad in an elf’s costume.
“Oh, wow!” gasped Nick. “I’m sorry, Dane, but when it comes to sexy, I think Leon’s just got something extra.”
“Yeh,” admitted Dane. “Would you look at the way his arse fills those shorts; and that bulge at the front? I think I might go for him myself if I wasn’t straight.”
“Shut up, the pair of you!” retorted Leon. “This thing’s fucking obscene. The shorts are so short you can see the bottom of my bum…….”
“….and it’s a bum to die for,” observed Nick.
“And I don’t want every dirty old guy or randy old woman ogling my package,” went on Leon, ignoring Nick’s interruption.
“Why not? Give them a thrill for Christmas,” said Nick. “And maybe some young stud will notice you and ask if he can get his hands on your celery and giant onions.”
“Ha, bloody, ha! Well, we’ve established that I’m the sexier one, so I’m getting out of this right now.”
As he made for the door, Sean came in and stopped dead in his tracks. He gave a low whistle.
“Shit! That’s some weapon you got there, Leon. I think I’ll have to report you to Elf And safety.”
Leon rolled his eyes, pushed past Sean, and went to remove the costume.
“I don’t think he’s gonna do it,” he said. “Pity. With his looks, he’d be a hit with the shoppers, female and male, and he’d probably get huge donations for the kids.”
“Selfish brute!” muttered Dane.
Sean retained a very clear impression in his memory of the sight of Leon’s generous package threatening to burst out of the tight confines of the elf-shorts. For the first time he began to see Leon in a slightly different light; not just as a friend, but as potentially a much more intimate partner. He spied Leon finishing off his lunch in the refectory the next day and slid on to the bench beside him.
“Hi, sexy-elf,” he said with a grin. “I like your jeans, ‘cos they’re tight and snug, but I liked those elf-shorts even better. I never realised just what a big boy you are.”
Leon flushed and muttered, “Er, yeh; thanks,” before glancing down at Sean’s groin and remarking, “And you look pretty big yourself in the weaponry-department.”
“Oh, yeh! I think we could have a lotta fun firing each other’s cannon,” he suggested.
Leon wriggled as a strong movement strained the fabric of his denims.
“You’re on! How about this evening?”
“’Fraid not,” replied Sean. “I’m part of a little group which is going round to the old-folks’ home to entertain them tonight; but, hey! You could come along too! I’ve heard you sing and you got a great voice. The geriatrics will love to hear you; and I bet the ladies won’t be able to take their eyes off you either!”
“Why the hell would I want to go and sing for a bunch of oldies who should be quietly put to sleep? To hell with that, Sean! Forget the old buggers and come up to my house tonight and we’ll sort each other out.”
“Aw, come on, Leon, you can’t mean that. You still got grandparents?”
“And you think they should be put to sleep?”
“No! But they’re in their own home; they go around; they do things. These folk in the Old People’s Homes, they’re blind and deaf and smelly, and can’t walk, and pee their pants, and tell you they’re Napoleon.”
“You ever been in a home for the elderly, Leon?”
Leon shook his head.
“Yeh; well, maybe you need to come with me tonight; or one of the other nights. We’re doing several Homes over three weeks. You might get a surprise. Sure, some of them have problems, but most of them are great fun. Come on; come with me and help to entertain them for Christmas.”
“And be bored outta my skull all evening? No way. Where’s the fun in that?”
“Well I’m going,” he said firmly, “and I think it’s gonna be more fun than an evening with a selfish pig like you.”
“Suit yourself,” retorted Leon with a shrug as Sean rose and stalked off.
“Got your Christmas-shopping done, Leon?” enquired Dane as the pair walked through the shopping-centre on a Saturday morning a couple of weeks or so before Christmas.
Leon shook his head.
“Nah! I don’t believe in all that stuff. It’s just shops trying to blackmail people into spending a whole lot of money on things nobody needs. If I buy you a present of something you don’t really want and you do the same for me, what’s the point?”
“It’s a way of showing we care about each other as a friend,” said Dane.
“I can ruddy well tell you that I care about you as a friend,” retorted Leon. “I don’t need to buy you a T-shirt with an elephant on the front to prove it!”
“Okay, suit yourself; but I’m getting you something anyway.”
“You dare! That’s how they get you! You buy something for me and then I feel bad and have to rush out and get something for you. It’s emotional blackmail. Can’t you see? We’re all being manipulated!”
“But it’s fun! Feeling your way round a parcel, wondering what it is? Ripping into it and then getting a surprise? Okay, it’s not always a very good surprise, but it’s the thought that counts, Leon. You must be getting stuff for your mum and dad, huh?”
“Oh, yeh. I know they’ll get me presents, so I’ve got to get them things. Like I said, I get forced into the game; but that’s as far as I go. Only family get a present from me,” declared Leon.
“Must be fun in your house on Christmas morning,” observed Dane.
“Where’s the fun in knowing you’ve been taken in by the great commercial rip-off?” demanded Leon.
“Ever heard of Scrooge?” asked Dane.
“Of course. A Christmas Carol. Everybody’s heard of Scrooge. Great chap. Bah! Humbug! and all that. He had the right idea; at least at first, before the bloody ghosts got to him. What about him?”
“Compared with you,” said Dane, “he was a real ray of sunshine.”
“It was when I was talking to him about Christmas presents that I suddenly thought he was even worse than Scrooge,” said Dane to Sean and Nick as they sat in a corner of the bar with pints in their hands.
“Wouldn’t be an elf to help the kids,” agreed Nick.
“Wouldn’t come and help me entertain the old folk,” added Sean.
“And thinks presents are just a commercial rip-off,” said Dane. “But listen! Thinking about Scrooge gave me an idea. I think maybe we need to try to change Leon, just like the ghosts changed Scrooge.”
“You mean we dress as spectres and scare the shit outta him?” asked Nick.
“Well that’s not quite what I was thinking; although you might be on the right lines with the idea of scaring the crap out of him.”
“Okay, then. Tell us, Dane,” urged Sean.
The three leaned forward, heads almost touching, and listened as Dane explained his plan. When he’d finished there was a brief silence.
“You think it’ll work?” enquired Nick.
“Dunno,” said Dane, “but Leon’s actually a great guy and I think we need to give it a go.”
“And he’s got one hell of big cannon in the front of his pants,” added Sean.
“What’s that got to do with it?” asked Dane and Nick together.
“I was just saying,” replied Sean, looking slightly embarrassed.
“You hoping to fire it?” asked Nick with a grin.
“Maybe,” replied Sean.
“Or maybe you’re hoping he might fire yours?”
“Shut up!” snapped Sean. “Can’t you let a guy dream in peace?”
“That’s lucky,” said Nick when Dane explained a few days later that Leon’s parents were in an amateur drama-production and would be out of the house in the evenings for most of the week. “We can catch him there alone.”
“Yeh; and I’m gonna go to the gym with him Monday late afternoon and then we’ll go for a pizza and I’ll go home with him; just to make sure he’s there,” said Dane. “You two need to arrive about seven o’clock, okay; and don’t forget his present.”
“No way!” said Sean. “It’s all wrapped up nicely and ready to go.”
“Okay. I think we’re good. I wonder if it’ll work?”
“Even if it doesn’t, I’m really gonna enjoy it,” said Nick, while the others grinned enthusiastically.
Dane duly went back to Leon’s house with him and was sitting in the lounge chatting when Sean and Nick arrived. Leon’s eyebrows rose in surprise when he saw them, but he ushered them into the lounge where Dane was waiting.
“Why aren’t the lights on your Christmas-tree switched on?” demanded Nick.
“My olds are out; and why would I want the lights on? There’s nothing wrong with the standard-lamp.”
“But it would look Christmassy,” protested Dane.
“Humbug!” said Leon. “What are you lot doing here anyway? What’s going on?”
“We got together and got you a Christmas present,” said Sean, producing an oblong box from behind his back, brightly-wrapped in coloured-paper.
“Aw, shit, guys! You know I don’t do Christmas presents,” Leon protested.
“Yeh; but you said you objected to presents which nobody needed; just bought because it was the thing to do; blackmail by the shops to make you spend money,” explained Nick. “But what we got you is something that you definitely need.”
“Okay,” he said, “let me have it.”
Sean, Nick and Dane exchanged amused glances, but Leon didn’t notice. He took the proffered gift and ripped off the paper to reveal a long, slim cardboard box. He lifted the lid and: “What the fuck?!” he stammered.
In his hand he held a lithe school-cane, such as had been used more than thirty years ago to keep order and discipline among recalcitrant and badly-behaved youth. He arched it and released one end so that it sprung back, quivering, to the horizontal again.
“Boy!” he said. “I bet that would sting like hell. I’ve never seen one for real; but why would you think I need a cane? I’m not gonna cane anybody.”
“No,” agreed Nick, “but we’re gonna cane you.”
“You what?! No way! What for, anyway?” demanded Leon.
“For being a selfish, carmudgeonly bugger who won’t do anything to help anyone else at Christmas and who out-Scrooges Scrooge in being miserable and cynical about Christmas in general,” said Dane.
“Okay, Leon, strip for it!” commanded Nick, leaning forward and taking the cane from him.
“If you think I’m gonna…….”
“As I thought,” said Nick. “We’ll have to do it for him. Come on, guys!”
The three launched themselves at Leon and in spite of furious protests and powerful resistance on his part, they swiftly managed to subdue him and pull off his clothes, leaving him naked, face-down on the floor with Nick and Sean kneeling on his back and legs.
“If you so much as touch me with that cane, I’ll have you all charged with assault,” threatened Leon furiously.
“Yeh, yeh,” said Sean, unbuckling his belt and giving it to Dane, who proceeded to tie Leon’s hands with it.
“Get off me, you bastards!” snarled Leon.
“That’s not very festive language,” said Dane. “Come on, lads, let’s get him over the arm of the sofa.”
Leon proceeded to regale them with a torrent of extremely un-festive language as they hauled him into position. Nick knelt on the sofa and held his ankles tightly, while Sean held his tied hands. Leon was going nowhere.
“We need to stop all those expletives,” remarked Dane; and he picked up Leon’s briefs and then pulled his head back before giving a vicious tug on Leon’s hair.
When he yelled, Dane stuffed the briefs into Leon’s mouth and buckled Leon’s own belt round to hold them in place. Muffled sounds of fury still escaped the outraged Leon.
“That’s better,” said Dane. “Okay, Leon. This is it. You’re a selfish bastard; a real modern-day Scrooge. And now we’re gonna give you what you need for Christmas,” he continued, showing Leon the cane. “Scrooge got visits from three ghosts to sort him out; and your arse is gonna get three visits from this cane, one visit from each of us guys, to sort you out. Scrooge didn’t like it much and I don’t suppose you will either; but we’re all hoping it’ll be worth it.”
Leon’s eyes blazed with frustrated anger. Dane took up his position, rapped the slim rod several times on Leon’s fully-rounded bottom, and then swung the cane, bringing it down hard and accurately across the centre of the youth’s behind. A muffled snarl of pain escaped Leon and as a red welt rose slowly from his skin, his buttocks tensed, quivering, and then relaxed. Dane continued to wield the cane with considerable power and deadly precision, etching six neat, parallel red lines across Leon’s rump. The boy struggled in vain to escape from the hold Nick and Sean had on him and in his eyes shone a fierce rage, rivalling the ferocity of the fires burning in his rear.
“Very nice,” observed Sean approvingly as he admired Dane’s handiwork and took the cane, while Dane took over holding Leon’s hands steady.
Sean delivered his strokes at a slight angle so that every one cross-hatched the six inflicted by Dane. Searing fires blazed deep into Leon’s buttocks and he clenched and writhed desperately as he fought to process the savage pain. Sean took his time, allowing Leon to savour the full sting of each stroke before he inflicted the next one; and he hit ferociously hard. Tears glistened in Leon’s eyes and the fury was replaced by a look of growing apprehension. Sean completed his quota and passed the cane over to Nick, who hit on a downward diagonal, every cut firing the underlying welts to a savagely-powerful intensity. Sean and Dane worked hard to keep the bucking, writhing Leon in position. By the time Nick had administered his six, Leon’s bottom was fiery-red, bordering on crimson, throbbing agonisingly with raised, pulsating, criss-crossing welts.
Nick showed the cane to Leon.
“Now,” he said, “are you gonna come with me, dressed as an elf, and help with the bag-packing at the supermarket, to raise money for the kids who won’t have much at Christmas? Just nod if you agree.”
Leon’s eyes showed bitter rage, and from his throat came a muffled roar of refusal.
“Okay,” said Nick; and he proceeded to deliver a full-power stroke with the cane to that sensitive area of a boy’s behind, where his bottom merges into the top of his legs.
Leon’s shriek of agony was clear even through his mouthful of briefs. Nick waited and then inflicted a second stroke, just below the first, eliciting an even more desperate cry of torment. He glanced at Leon’s face and thought there might be a chance that he had changed his mind about helping; but he decided just to make sure and so lashed a third stroke on a diagonal, cross-cutting the first pair and sending the pain-level felt by Leon into the stratosphere.
Nick showed Leon the cane again.
“I can give you three more if you want,” he said. “All just as hard and all down there where you feel it. Unless you’re ready to come with me to help at the supermarket?”
For several seconds Leon seemed to be fighting a battle with himself; and then he suddenly gave in and nodded his agreement. Sean took the cane and held it before Leon’s eyes.
“You’ll be coming with me to entertain the old folk, won’t you, Leon?” he enquired.
He flexed the cane slowly and Leon got the message clearly. He nodded his consent. Finally Dane showed the cane to Leon.
“We’ll all be getting you other Christmas-presents,” he said, “and you’ll be getting presents for us too, won’t you, Leon? And you’ll be switching on the lights on the Christmas-tree and getting mince-pies from the kitchen for us all, when we let you free, yeh? And there’s not gonna be any Bah! Humbug! nonsense; or any un-festive language,” he warned. “Because if there is, your briefs go straight back in your mouth and you get some more of the cane. Got it?”
Leon nodded dumbly.
“Brilliant,” said Dane; and the three guys proceeded to release Leon and remove the gag.
Leon stood rubbing disbelievingly at the tender welts on his bottom; and then gazed equally disbelievingly at his three mates. With a nonchalance which was decidedly studied, Dane picked up the cane again and arched it carefully. Leon swallowed, looked as if he was about to speak and then seemed to change his mind. Slowly he crossed the room, bent down and switched on the lights on the Christmas-tree. Seconds later he was in the middle of a fierce group-hug which took his breath away.
“Great present, eh, Leon, and exactly what you needed,” said Nick. “See, presents show you care about someone; and we all really, really care about you. That’s why we went to all this trouble to get you what you needed.”
Leon stood very still, gazing at his pals, and all three of them tensed themselves, ready for him to launch an attack; but suddenly he broke into a sunburst of smiles.
“Okay, guys,” he said, “that was one hell of a lesson; but I’ve learnt it. If that’s the way you beat a guy you care about, I’d hate to be a guy you didn’t care about.”
“Oh, but if you were a guy we didn’t care about, we wouldn’t have bothered to beat you so hard,” said Dane. “We so desperately wanted to get you to waken up and to share the happiness of Christmas with us, that we decided we really had to beat the living fuck out of you, to make sure you did.”
“Yeh, okay. You changed me; like the ghosts changed Scrooge,” admitted Leon.
“Nah, we didn’t change you. And I don’t think the ghosts changed Scrooge either,” replied Sean. “See, I think that deep down Scrooge had a good heart and all the ghosts did was to uncover his Christmas spirit. Same with you. We all think you’re really a great guy with a good heart; but you just needed us to reveal it. The ghosts gave Scrooge a hell of a fright and he found his Christmas spirit; and we scared the shit outta you with a cane and found yours. Simple.”
Leon dressed himself in silence and then went out of the room, returning a few minutes later with hot mince-pies and cans of lager.
“Come and sit beside me,” invited Sean. “I loved getting a look at your fantastic tackle and I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”
Leon flushed and, “Thanks,” he muttered bashfully, “but I think I’ll stand for a bit.”
A gale of laughter swept around the room.
Leon was every bit as popular in his tight elf-costume as Nick had predicted, and his sexy looks, combined with his cheerful and joking manner, ensured a steady flow of generous donations for the kids.
He sang with gusto to entertain the old folk and when he walked around the room singing a love-song and planted a swift kiss on the cheek of every lady in the place, he earned himself a swelling chorus of demands for more songs.
On the afternoon of Christmas Day, the four guys met at Nick’s house to exchange gifts; silly, pointless gifts which were just plain fun. The last present given to Leon was from Sean. It was a T-shirt with a picture of Scrooge on the back with a red line through it; and on the front were the words: Spank Me Hard If I’m Not showing The Spirit Of Christmas! Leon tore off his own shirt and hauled the new T-shirt over his head.
Sean came forward and placed his hands on his shoulders and then kissed him softly on the mouth. Leon gasped as things surged in his jeans.
“You and me have got another present for each other,” said Sean, looking straight into Leon’s eyes; “but it can wait until tomorrow.”
“I think I’m really gonna like it,” said Leon.
“You’d better,” retorted Sean, “because I’ve still got that cane; and that message on your chest is serious!”
“Happy Christmas, guys!” said Leon, “and God bless us every one!” he added with a mischievous twinkle.
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters and businesses appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.