Merry Christmas!_______Sequel To "Mailing The Keys To Your Apartment."___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
This is a direct sequel to "Mailing The Keys To Your Apartment."
Keith was walking through the clothing isle looking for new Gucci shoes. It had been only a month and a half since he mailed me the keys to his apartment. Following his reckless decisions as all dumb faggots do, he spread the cunt to his life just to please me. But that wasn’t the only reason. Keith knows there is something not right in his head, or perhaps nothing is wrong at all, and this is just natural instincts of a pathetic faggot. I teased him with photos of the empty wall brackets where his expensive TV had once been, unscrewed and taken away, the way I screwed him over. Keith found himself jerking to the photos and all our text messages back and forth. All his expensive clothes including expensive valuables were removed from his home. Keith was well to do, so replacing all his stolen items were simple to replace, minus the jewels and confederate money in his safe. As he was shopping for his clothes he found it an erotic thought… if he went somewhere even darker. (“It’s time to start buying Christmas presents, and here I am shopping to buy myself new things.”) As Keith was deciding what to buy his best friend Adam, he walked around the stores with an erection. The willing robbery had happened not just long ago as he felt the afterglow of the pain I inflicted upon him. He realized how he had had thousands in his account before but didn’t care that he was still recovering. (“I want to please master for Christmas and I don’t know how.”) He chuckled to himself while pushing the cart through the Sears department store. (“The best gift for master is my entire dignity and him allowing him to exploit me further.”)
It was now mid December as Keith called me one late night. “What are you going to do with my keys sir?” I told him to grab his bottle of poppers before he dare even speaks to me. “I understand Sir, I should be frying my brains simply to amuse you.” I corrected him that it wasn’t just to amuse me, but also to make his mind weaker so I can keep screwing him over. “That’s so hot when you put it that way master.” Sniff As Keith was rambling about his days out shopping I asked how many gifts he had bought. “Only for Adam and my parents Sir. I also bought myself new clothes and a TV since you took practically all of it.” I asked how it made him feel. “I can’t understand it nor do I want to Sir. Like you said, spreading your legs means becoming more vulnerable and helpless.” Sniff My creative juices were flowing of how to destroy him further. I wanted to ruin him the way Glitter ruined Mariah’s Career. He begged me to ruin him quite often, but we never seemed to go into details at that point. I decided to ask him his plans for Christmas. “I’m spending it with my parents sir. Are you thinking of something evil master?” I laughed with my sadistic nature coming out naturally. “When you decorate your tree I want a stockings hung with care,” sent with an evil emoji. :smiling_imp: “I don’t decorate much Sir but I haven’t put up my tree yet.” I asked what Adam thought of his empty house. “Oh he doesn’t know, I’ve been making excuses to not let anybody come over. He would ask too many questions and I don’t wanna stop living the bliss of a dumb loser.” I completely made him forget about him asking what I was going to do with his keys.
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It was 4 days before Christmas as he began humming to a Barbra Streisand Christmas album. Keith was hanging lights on his tree admiring his work. He couldn’t wait to see his family and give Adam a $100 gift card to Best Buy. Normally he bought everyone fancy things, then again it’s the thought that counts. What really counted to Keith was how to offer his Christmas gift to me. As Keith continued to hang the lights on his tree, he thought back to our previous conversations days before. “My gift will be the joy of inflicting pain on you once more. I want to hurt you, your tears with lust made me shoot my load as you repeated everything I took from you.” This just made Keith sigh with pure lust and stupidity, like he was now as he reached for the box of ornaments. Keith had just installed his newly replaced TV and had only watched a few Christmas Specials. I had dropped hints to Keith for some time that I would be celebrating Christmas 2 days before with my own family. (My family is weird.) This time Jason was coming with again, but Keith didn’t need to know all that. All I had to do was plant subliminal seeds in his head the way I do with other victims of mine. Letting him Know I would be free on Christmas was meant to spur more deranged thoughts in his popper fryed brains. Keith found himself putting other valuables in his safe that I hadn’t found before, knowing deep down what was to come of them. (“Sir is right I’m a fucking idiot, it’s best to do as he tells me. He’s always right and I can’t even think for myself.”) Keith knew his behavior was destructive but all that did was make him hornier. It just felt so… right to let a real man violate him. Being an attorney he was stupid enough to shoot his load in the public stall as he saw me robbing him in realtime. The images were burned into his mind and he just couldn’t stop thinking about it. As “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” began to play, the only thing he found himself wishing for was the courage to fully let go. Keith quickly placed the ornaments around the tree as he found himself thinking more about me then how pretty his tree looked. Pleased with the half assed job he did he turned the TV on to get news on the weather and traveling conditions. There was a news flash about more houses getting robbed on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Burglars come out of the wood work, as they (we) know people are away with others.
Focused on the television screen, keith’s eyes danced wildly like a child’s eyes on Christmas morning. His perverted thoughts of self destruction was intensified as the reporter talked about holiday burglaries going up each year in broad daylight. He began rubbing his clit and looking at the bent TV bracket laying on the floor. He didn’t realize he was leaving it there as a reminder. There was no guilt for what he let me to do him. (“I’ve never cum so hard in my life. Getting beaten up and burned just doesn’t do it anymore, I wanna be robbed and fucked over. I wish I knew about findom years ago.”) Keith snapped back to reality as a glass ornament fell from his hand which he forgot he was holding with his other hand. Despite being a lush carpet of ocean blue, it broke as it hit the ground. He cleaned up the mess (“Like the mess I had to clean up after master robbed me but it’s my place.”) After cleaning Keith laid on the Sofa I had destroyed not long before and began pulling down his pajama bottoms. (“I really should get a new sofa but the piss smell makes me so weak as a reminder.”) Keith opened up his phone messaging that he was wet. I told him to inhale his poppers for 5 minutes and to stare at the fag porn and jerk his cash away to it. “Now fuck off Im with my friends at the bar. You stroking your clit to LOSER porn will just make you more pathetic and me more powerful.” Sniff “Yes sir buy all the drinks you want, I want to buy drinks for all your friends..” I purposely didn’t read his message to respond even though I read the notification. The concept was to tease him as if I was ignoring him, and didn’t care about his fag urges to purge his instincts.
After turning off the TV, Keith began playing the robbery from the beginning, only from his house footage. His shaky hand was trembling with lust as reached for the lube bottle under the piss soaked couch. He opened his PayPal and sent me 100, knowing his clit jumped each time he did it. (“Like master says, I’m jerking my cash away.”) Jerking off with lube he played back to the scene as me and Dark Jason tore through his office looking for documents and breaking into his safe. As Keith saw me taking his birth certificate he sent me another 200, despite not buying much for Christmas. The only sounds in his lavish apartment was skin slapping and the wind blowing against the window panes. He inhaled on his own without even counting as he saw me and Jason cutting up and pissing on the very sofa he laid on. He sent me $500 and then hit $500 again. He began moaning out loud, drowning out the sound of the howling wind. “I’m a fucking faggot and I’m jerking my cash away.. I’m a faggot and I’m jerking my cash away!” The only lights that filled the room was his brightly lit Christmas tree with a few wrapped presents waiting to be opened in just a few days. The Lights of the tree shined on his nude body as he kept stroking and staring at his phone. (“The lights are all in different colors just like a rainbow! I’m jerking off to fag porn...”) Keith eventually stopped watching the video and began staring at the PayPal screen and realized that’s all he needed to jerk off to. “I’m jerking my cash away under the rainbow where all fags belong!!!!” Keith kept hitting 500 as he got closer over and over again, not caring or thinking about the stupidity that made him cum harder then anything. The colorful lights that filled the room intensified his fantasy of being a Faggot under the rainbow, jerking off to loser porn. He set the phone down as he realized he was cumming... “I’m jerking my cash away.... ahhhhhh!!!!!”
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Keith was on the road to his parents house, the same home he grew up in. He made sure to follow simple instructions I planted without him realizing it. I had made mentions of things a dumb loser should always keep on him such as poppers. A week till Christmas I told him to make sure his butt plug stays with him. Get this, I convinced him to sleep over at his parents till Christmas Day. “Keith it would be good to spend time with them, especially since you’re too broke to buy anything fancy.” I didn’t even send a text to remind him of things to do and bring, because his mind was already rewired the way I wired them, like fixing a fuse box for my benefit. The drive for Keith wasn’t very long as he waited desperately for a text from me. (“It would be disrespectful to bother Master on Christmas Eve, oh I DO hope he messages me.”) Keith pulled into his parents driveway very slowly, as the snow was rather high. Grabbing the first set of presents he walked towards the door as the snowflakes danced through the air slowly. Knocking on the door he was greeted by his mother. “Sweetheart let your father grab the rest, let’s get you some apple cider.” Keith walked in hoping his father wouldn’t open his night bag containing that butt plug and the poppers. Keith was happy to see his Aunt Linda, as she had been a major part of his life. “Oh dear so tell me is work stressful?” Linda stirred her egg nog as she was ecstatic to see her nephew. (“Aunt Linda loves her sugar, I can’t wait to have some of her pie.”) As Keith was taking to Linda about his loads of court cases, his dad didn’t open the bag but placed his case on the bed. The very bed Keith slept on before he left home for the first time. That’s right, his parents still lived in the house he grew up since he was born. More family arrived as they greeted Keith and placed presents under the tree. Keith has forgotten what normal life was like and was filled with warmth as he began humming Christmas tunes from cheap $5 cd at Walmart. Unexpectedly Keith got a text from me, “what are you doing idiot?!” By instinct Keith turned around as his clit stood up instantly. (“OMG I’m so fucked up, I’m supposed to be celebrating this special day and here I am, happier to talk to Sir!”) “I’m with family sir, I’m staying here as you suggested. I’m also sleeping in my old room as a kid.” Keith took random pictures of the tree and him smiling in his green sweater with a gingerbread man on it. I looked at the photo happy he was having such a good time, but I didn’t feel bad that I was now approaching his empty building from the next state over. “I hope to hear from you again sir, Thank you for checking on me.”
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Like foxes in the night me and Jason swiftly walked through the tall snow. Jason began whispering his feet were getting wet as I told him to shut the fuck up. Unlocking the apartment door we shook off the snow from our shoes on the blue carpet. Our bodies were covered by the colorful glows from the Christmas lights and a small kitchen light on. Saying nothing Jason laughed sadistically and began prying off the brand new television. Watching Jason’s smile light up I smiled remembering Keith still hadn’t replaced the couch. I began to take a long piss on it as a signed with relief. “Finish working on that TV, I’m going through his room first.” I turned on the hall light, texting Keith as I walked towards his bedroom “Merry Christmas you fucking idiot.” I opened his closet and saw he had bought himself new clothes. I felt generous so I decided to leave him at least 2 outfits and one bottle of cologne. I was spraying different scents imagining how each would smell on me as I heard a loud crash from the living room. Jason’s footsteps raced down the with a look of shock, “I busted the TV Kris!” I shook my head handing him half the clothes. “Let’s walk out to the car and put the clothes in your car, fuck the TV. We’re burglarizing his house bro, these things happen to victims all the time.” We pulled two stockings from the car and brought them inside in case he didn’t have any hanging up, which he didn’t. Coming back inside we nailed them by the tree and proceeded to set the next plan in motion, both of us taking a shit inside to leave Keith feeling even more violated. Jason laughed at what a loser Keith was for keeping the piss soaked couch. Jason then mentioned logging on his computer again and raping the idiot of what he had. I turned to him, “we’re gonna leave him enough to pay his rent, phone, and gas to get home, settle down boy.” Walking towards the hall and to his office I handed a bottle of poppers to Jason that I had found in Keith’s room. “This is what makes the human ATMs weaker.” But I didn’t need to tell him that as he had used them at the bars for fun. I knew something was different about Jason and he seemed to be rather off tonight. I was getting turned on by him doing whatever I told him to do and the sound of the bottle opening. I turned around stopping in the hallway, a bit shocked Jason was inhaling on one side. “Umm.. what are you doing Jason?”
“Oh haven’t had some in months since it’s been so cold outside. I’m not going out to the clubs when it’s freezing out!” I laughed turning back to the office, “oh your silly club adventures, I’m past that phase of my life.” I was slowly manipulating one of my fellow dominants I had met, and also a close friend of many years. I kicked off my shoes as we entered his work office and told Jason to go dig in the safe again. I made sure I kicked my shoes near the safe knowing Jason would have to catch the scent. I turned on the computer and heard Jason sniffing again as I typed away. Jason was a switch, I always had my suspicions. Jason knew me very well and probably figured out what I was doing to him. He showed a sign of weakness and like a predator I didn’t hesitate to go on the attack. I logged into Keith’s PayPal and took $300 and then sent 300 Jason to Catch Keith’s attention. Jason walked towards me carrying a copy of a will, planned to go out to me. “Kris did you know he’s putting you in a fucking will?!” I was utterly shocked and told him the honest truth, no I didn’t. Jason sighed and inhaled again, walking back to the safe, pulling out more valuable wine bottles going back to 1912 or whatever. Jason found a mini case and pulled it out as he brought it to me, “hey let’s see what’s inside it.” I opened the case and told him to go dig through his court cases like he did last time and start throwing them all over the floor. Jason has failed the bar exam like I mentioned last time as he tried to become a lawyer. Going into another world such as doing what I told him, Jason went wild and started flinging random papers as he inhaled again.
Inside the case was a note, “Master I was hoping you would come rob me tonight. This is half of what’s in my savings right now. Yes it’ll hurt but getting fucked over on camera is true fag porn and I need it. Thank you for fucking me over on Christmas sir, I’m glad you’re inside my house again.”
I logged onto the computer again as I sent myself $500 and Jason $500 as well. I did not care half his savings was already in my hands in cold hard cash. I deserve everything, and I think those reading this know that too. Hard from the power trip I told Jason to get the fuck over here. Jason was shocked by how I spoke to him but without hesitation he did. “ Jason why are you inhaling poppers for real, do I turn you on?” I knew Jason was a switch with physical BDSM along with how his mind thought in general. Jason know how I operated and got on his knees in front of the computer chair where I sat. I took a photo and sent it to Keith, showing just how powerful I was. There was my friend on his knees inside a loser’s house we were supposed to be destroying together. “Kris your feet smell amazing, I’ve jerked off to your pics online I admit it.” Jason dove at my socks as I continued draining Keith while continuing to send to Jason from Keith’s wallet as well. My socks were soaked and sweaty with the scent filling the air. Jason began inhaling and sucking on my socks, squeezing the sweat out just to see my reaction. I just ignored Jason at my feet as he started jerking off to the fact he was sinking so low and the fact he was being ignored to begin with. He was on his knees inside a loser’s house and being a foot stool, never so turned on in his life. Keith text me out of the blue, “I’m in my old bedroom sir, I’ve been watching the last 10 minutes, that’s so hot!!”
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Keith laid on his bed after telling his family he needed a nap. He received a text back from me telling him to pull out the butt plug and strip nude. “But sir what if someone walks in?!” I reminded him the joys of being a dumb loser and why he’s been having the biggest orgasms of his life. And that would be his reckless decisions and stupidity. Keith obeyed regardless and shoved the plug up his hole. I turned on the app from my phone that would control it remotely so Keith could just lay back and get fucked over. (“I can’t believe Kris is making me do this on Christmas, oh thank you sir.”) I began making the plug vibrate and told him to keep watching the live feed. Keith was grinding his Cunt against the mattress as I teased him, making his Cunt vibrate hard then soft back and forth. Each time I sent myself And Jason another transaction, I turned the plug on full max as he covered his hands to keep from moaning. Tears of lust and agony began blending into one as he didn’t care the bed was squeaking. He was lost from reality like the day he lost his mind at the court house bathroom where he could have been arrested. Keith watched me taking off my socks live and then shoving them on Jason’s face until he fell on his back. I text Keith and asked how he felt knowing a man at my feet was also robbing you. “Sir it’s even more humiliating and it’s so hot to see him worship you in my office!”
I turned down the vibration as I told Jason to try opening up his phone.. then sending me $100 to see what feeling like an idiot was like. Jason inhaled again and stared at me blankly, “I can’t believe I’m doing this....” SENT I put the poppers to Jason’s nose while texting Keith to inhale his as well. I was hard watching both Keith and Jason sink so lower as I pondered who is the bigger loser here? I took a photo of Jason and told him to send me another $200. The cash that was sent to Jason from Keith’s PayPal was now being recycled as I popped Jason’s Cash Cunt Cherry. I still continued to send from Keith to him, as it was turning Keith on to see Jason’s new cash now going to me. Jason began jerking off while Keith text me and begged to send Jason a thousand even though Jason was inhaling my bare size 12s. (“I want to show master that I’m willing to spread my legs however he wants them spread, i am a dumb loser that he owns after all. I want to be a bigger loser then Jason!”) As Keith sent Jason a grand I put the butt plug on max vibration and told him to send Jason another thousand. Keith’s eyes watered as he saw Jason open his phone sending the first thousand right back to me. Keith sent Jason another thousand and just set his phone down as Keith lost his mind at that point. He almost cried out before he grabbed the pillow and came hands free as he cried through the pillow to avoid being heard.
I looked at Jason and asked what it felt like to be a loser for a night. “Here you are at my feet, I want every profit you gained while driving me here. Send it to me now, this would make great porn for Keith!” Jason inhaled with neither of us knowing Keith had cum already and was running back to the holiday festivities. Jason sent more then what he had in his account by accident, going negative -87. I smirked at Jason, “does it turn you on that I don’t care about you?” Jason was shocked he overdrafted, and more shock he sent again after hearing my precious encounters. He had to know what getting fucked over truly felt like. Jason spoke and called me for the first time... “Sir your feet smell amazing It feels amazing being negative -300. They smell like a real man Kris, I’ve always thought you were hot.” I smirked letting him know how fucking pathetic he was and grinded my feet harder into his face as his nose inhaled my bare soles.
I kicked Jason on his back as I got up from the computer chair. Putting one foot on his balls and one on his cock, I told Jason to give me HIS social security number and feel like a bigger idiot. Jason screamed as he felt my full weight on him as tears of pain began to form. I crouched down staring right in his face, spreading my toes for him to see my grin. “Is the reason you failed the BAR example simply because you’ve always been a loser? You tried and tried for years to be something, now look where you are!” Jason’s eyes winced as he too came hands free as I began crushing his balls with my other foot, squeezing the cum out of him. After Jason came to his common sense “wow” is all he could say. “Umm kris ur not gonna do anything with that picture are you?” Jason was my friend and of course I wouldn’t. “Nothing wrong with experiencing fun on the other side, now help me finish robbing this moron, I need you back in dominant mode.” Jason returned to normal as we spray painted “MERRY CHRISTMAS FAGGOT” in green and red Ink on the wall, right above the new shattered television.
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