Greenfrog

The Christmas Present

2009

Many a home was already a buzz with children full of glee inspecting their presents; food and drinks already being consumed. However, some households such as this one here were still asleep.

It was no wonder.

Darren's mum and dad had been up until the early morning hours preparing for Darren's special present. He had no idea what it was going to be, but he knew it was going to be something big, spectacular and special.

They had strictly forbidden him to leave his bedroom Christmas morning without their permission and presence. Darren had lain awake in his bed until his parents had come to bed very late. He had heard noises and voices. Whatever could this present be?

Darren was an only child and had just turned nine. He was small and slender with pale blue eyes and long blond hair. Being an only child and terribly spoiled, he was precocious and obnoxious.

Mum and dad eventually awoke and got up. All was still and silent in Darren's bedroom.

Mum and dad went quietly into their son's bedroom. There was nothing to see but a bulge under the bedclothes where Darren was completely covered over. No sound, no movement. Mum got hold of the covering and pulled it suddenly off the bed. Her heart was pounding with expectancy as she pondered what this day would bring forth.

She gazed upon her son's motionless body. Slowly it stirred and roused itself. Darren fully stretched his naked, lean white body and rubbed his eyes. Both parents gleefully chimed, "Happy Christmas Darling Darren. Come and see what we have bought you for Christmas!"

He leaped out of bed and hurried downstairs.

Dad sat in his armchair that was backed into the corner of the room at an angle across the corner. Many presents were opened and inspected. These included, manacles, shackles, collars of various styles, a whip, a cane, and several chains. A large number of steel bars which, when assembled, would be a solid steel cage.

Darren looked with amazement at all these paraphernalia. "Well thanks, but what do I do with all this stuff?" he asked.

Dad stood up and moved his chair away from the corner. Behind his chair was a sack, tied tightly at the top. "Happy Christmas son; open the sack."

Darren's fingers trembled with excitement. His slender naked body likewise trembled with wonder and excitement. He eagerly untied the sack and gazed in astonishment and amazement as the sack sank to the floor to reveal a naked boy cringing in fear and terror.

"Enjoy it Darren dear," said mum. "It is your very first slave boy. He is all yours. He belongs to you, body soul, mind and spirit."

"You may do what you want with it," she continued. "You have absolute power and authority over it. You need to treat it harshly and cruelly so it will know that you are its boss, its sole Master. It is entirely up to you when, and if, you give it food, drink, punishment or some sort of discipline. Use it in whatever way you want to give you maximum pleasure and satisfaction."

"Just one or two points of advice," added his dad. "Should it dare speak to you without your express permission, have it whipped. Keep a gag in its mouth most of the time. Make sure it always calls you Master. It must always pay you homage and kiss and lick your feet when you are in close to it."

"You may want to give it a name. Tomorrow the vet is coming to castrate it and it will then be a gelding or eunuch. In that case you might like to call it 'Ball-less'. Quite fitting, don't you think?"

At that remark, mum, dad and Darren laughed heartily. Yes, they all agreed that would be a very good name for it.

"Right!" said dad. "That was quickly agreed on. Now, Darren, get it to come into the center of the room and give it a thorough examination. Pick up that cane and, if there is the least hesitation in any command you give, beat 'Ball-less' unmercifully. It must understand you will not tolerate the least slackness."

Darren picked up the cane and approached the bewildered slave boy. He grabbed hold of the lad by his curly black hair and yanked him to his feet. "Why are you crying?" shouted Darren.

"If it please you, Master, Sir, I am very frightened!"

"No! It does not please me." Darren retorted curtly. "Get over there in the middle of the room and stand like a big letter X so that I can give you a thorough examination and inspection."

The slave boy promptly moved to the center of the room and took the posture that he had been ordered to adopt.

His beautiful black, glossy, wavy hair came down to his shoulders. The light brown eyes shone out from under the fringe of the pale-skinned moon-shaped face. He had a melancholy expression that was so attractive and becoming for a juvenile slave boy.

A slender, curved neck supported this incredibly glorious head. Despite being just a chattel, a common slave, a mere trivial piece of property, he had a bearing of pride and dignity. In his neck the dominant blood vessels stood proudly as did the muscles and cervical vertebra. An amazingly sturdy torso, in turn, supported the neck. The chest muscles, as well as those in the abdomen, were well pronounced. He had good broad shoulders, from which long slender shapely arms extended. Well-developed leg muscles defined the lower limbs.

Indeed, a more, soft smoothed-skinned, sexy, suitable, splendid, superior, supple, spectacular, solid, submissive, spellbinding, sensual, specimen of a slave, would be impossible to find. There was no spot, blemish or any trace of defect to be found anywhere upon the lad.

Darren expressed his pleasure, satisfaction and gratitude for his new plaything and piece of personal property.

He turned to his parents and said. "I know what I am going to do first, even before I get dressed or have my breakfast. Although my new slave boy, 'Ball-less' has done nothing wrong, I must let him know – as you have said – that I am boss and am quite prepared to administer punishment. I am going to take it down stairs to the cellar, hang it by its wrists from a hook high up on one of the walls and use the cane on it for a little while, just so that it will know what to expect from its lord and master."

"Well done son." said his parents. "We will prepare your breakfast while you're are doing that. It has had nothing to eat or drink since we brought it back from market yesterday. You ought to give it something or it will collapse from fatigue and dehydration."

"Ok!" replied Darren. "After I have finished disciplining it, I will come up and have my breakfast, have a shower and get dressed. Then I will bring 'Ball-les' back up here, and we will fix it up with collar and chain and wrist and ankle bands. Then, I'll secure it to a ring in the yard and let it feed and drink from the dog's bowl. To save it getting bored out there, I will hand cuff his hands behind his back in to make it more difficult to eat and drink."

Everyone laughed and said it was a good idea.

Darren picked up the cane, ordered his new little slave lad to follow him, and set off to string him up and beat the little fellow.

Darren became excited by the slave boy's nakedness and stripes. The slave boy's head hung backwards with his arms tied high above his head and his toes barely touching the floor to take his weight. He smiled as he pressed his own bare body up against the naked slave boy's body. He gently fondled the testicles that were to be removed next day and stroked the penis softly. He giggled as he said, "You will be losing all this tomorrow 'Ball-less.' Do you think you will like to be a gelding? At least once you have it amputated you will become more passive and submissive. Yes, you will suffer from depression, but slaves are not meant to be happy. Anyway, I can always give you a good whipping and find different ways of torturing you to give you some diversity in life and change of routine."

Darren's penis became very hard and erect. The slave-boy puffed and panted and Darren noticed that his slave boys' penis was responding to the attention being given to it, by enlarging itself and becoming stiff and hard like his!

He addressed his slave boy again, "Does your penis sometimes do this? Do you know why? What are you meant to do when it happens? Slave, speak to me and tell me if you know."

Darren rubbed his sweaty hands up and down the slave boy's torso. He fingered the protruding ribs and started to lick and kiss the boy's body. He started to cane the stretched out body again. "Answer me!" he shouted.

"Master, if it please you Sir, Master. Yes, I know the answers to these questions. It is a means of great joy, pleasure and delight. If it please you Master, when you go to bed this evening, I will explain to you, and share these secret things with you. We have to lie down together in a bed, just like your mum and dad do".

During that night, mum and dad had heard some noises in Darren's bedroom. They assumed their son was playing with, or training, or tormenting, or teaching his new slave boy. They never imagined anything could possibly go wrong. After all, it was very gentle, obedient and submissive and, it was manacled and had collar and chain fixed.

"Has it been safely locked away in its cage for the night?" asked mum.

"Darren's got the keys safe," replied dad.

Little did they know that the slave boy had beguiled Darren into fully releasing him both from the cage and all restraints, such as collar and manacles. And getting fully dressed in the best of Darren's clothes.

Other noises they heard in the house were their valuables being stolen and doors being unlocked! They presumed that Darren was downstairs getting himself refreshments, or fetching whip or cane to punish the slave boy with.

Next morning. Mum and dad eventually awoke and got up. All was still and silent in Darren's bedroom.

Mum and dad went quietly into their son's bedroom. There was nothing to see but a bulge under the bedclothes where Darren was completely covered over. No sound, no movement. Mum got hold of the covering and pulled it suddenly off the bed. Her heart was pounding with expectancy as she pondered what this day would bring forth.

She gazed upon her son's motionless body, securely bound and gagged, his eyes full of panic………! ! !

2010

The slave boy was neither cruel nor callous: but he was clever, cunning, quick, clear-thinking and good at contriving. The very day he was given to Darren; he convinced his new master that it would be good fun to liberate him from all his restraints and bonds. He tricked his master to allowing himself to be bound and gagged. The slave then dressed himself smartly in Darren's clothes, stole some cash and jewelry, and ran away.

The youth just disappeared into thin air. He vanished without trace or clue.

Where did he go? Whatever happened to him?

That Christmas day morning had promised so much! Happy mum and dad. They were delighted that darling Darren was so excited with his Christmas present that they had given him. What could possibly go wrong? As one of the Ancients said, "You know not what a day shall bring forth." Indeed, that last Christmas day was one that they would never forget. This one started at the opposite end of the spectrum.

For Darren's family things went from bad to worse. Several trials, problems and tribulations came upon them: socially, politically, financially and legally. The most traumatic and disastrous time of all was when the High Court Judge passed sentence and decreed: "The boy Darren is to be sold into slavery and deported."

You can imagine how devastated they all were. Darren was to be sent to the Zelamir Pueros Slave Training Academy for basic training, and then to be auctioned off.

The child was taken there and then to a small room at the back of the police station and stripped completely naked. His affects were put in a bag and given to his parents. They were not given permission to see each other or say 'goodbye.' That was it. That was the end!

The weeping parents left court and returned home with broken hearts. Darren was put in a steel collar and chain. His wrists were secured in handcuffs behind his back; ankles shackled. Then bundled into the back of a police van, and driven off to the Zelamir Pueros Slave Training Academy for basic training. There was no hope and no reprieve.

Darren was sobbing uncontrollably when they arrived at their destination. The van doors were opened and a police officer took hold of his hair and dragged him out of the vehicle. With an evil tone in his voice he snarled, "Yes, howl and cry as much as you like slave-boy. You will have plenty opportunity to do much more of that. Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Screaming, he was taken into a very sterile room and ordered to stand at attention on a small plinth in front of a table. A doctor in his white coat sat at the table with his stethoscope around his neck. Several big burly men stood around the room. They had a selection of weapons and deterrents with them. Handcuffs, truncheons and stun-guns on their belts were very visible warnings.

The doctor, a very fierce, stern, unfeeling man looked at Darren and spoke sharply and abruptly to him, "In a moment I am going to give you a thorough medical examination. Before I do that, I am going to give you a few rules to obey. I shall NOT repeat myself. If there is the least infringement on any rule you will be either caned, beaten, whipped or taken to the dungeon for specific types of torture or punishment. This is to discipline you into conformity and to break your spirit. To change you into a meek, weak, subservient, submissive, obedient slave. Should you die during this training that is no problem or concern to management, the law or us. If you survive and live, that is good. Should the training be so vigorous that you die. No problems. No worries. You are now regarded as a chattel with no rights nor value. You are less than nothing.

1. Should you ever say the word 'Darren' again, you will be severely punished. Some members of staff will deliberately try and catch you out by addressing you as 'Darren.' Should you ever dare to respond to that name, or show any reaction at all when you hear the name 'Darren,' you will be painfully dealt with. Staff will deliberately try and catch you out with this. This is part of the strategy to break you and humiliate you. You must become passive.
2. You will frequently be asked the questions, 'What are you?' and 'What is your purpose in life? Make sure you always get both of these questions correct. Again, there are very severe penalties for getting either wrong. The answers are, that you are a mere common slave. Your whole purpose in life is to please, satisfy, and gratify your master that owns you. You do not belong to yourself. Your body, soul, mind and spirit is the property of your master/owner. You do absolutely nothing without permission.
3. Daring to speak without the express permission of your owner will have severe repercussions for you. Some slaves have their vocal chords cut for such a thing, or their tongues cut out. You have been warned."

When all this was completed the doctor spoke once more. "Slave, open your mouth wide. I am going to show you a kindness. Just to remind you that you are a slave and not permitted to speak, I am going to insert a penis gag into your mouth now." The penis gag was inserted and firmly secured.

"You will now have your first lesson in this wonderful, marvelous institution. You will be taken to the Brothel Parlor, where you will be hired out to clients for an hour's rental service at a time. If one of the clients complains that you have not fully satisfied them, or if you dare to resist any action, or utter any word or sound, be warned now by me, you will be taken to the dungeons to suffer the penalty for such folly." One of the guards took hold of the upper arm of the dejected, depressed, disconsolate, degraded boy and took him away.

The Brothel Parlor was a very large room or hall. All around the edge of this chamber were numbered doors. When a client paid for his hour's pleasure, he would be given a numbered key, corresponding to one of the doors. He would then take his hired commodity into the antechamber behind that door to enjoy his full satisfaction and gratification. Each of these little rooms had all the necessary furnishings and equipment imaginable to induce and bring to fruition all fashions and passions that you can think of.

In the center of the room was a dinning area. Here all the prospective customers were feasting. A circle of very comfortable chairs and sofa's were all around the outer edge of the dinning area. When the meal was over, the customer could relax in an easy chair and watch the proceedings. When he had made his choice of what delicate, delightful dainty he desired, he would then pay for it and retire to his room and enjoy it in private.

All the boys were herded together at one end of the room. Here the general public could view them and feel them. Each naked boy stood passively. Legs apart, arms limply hung at sides with heads half lowered. When a prospective customer inspected a boy, he could then move as instructed. Hands slowly, smoothed, felt, stroked, fondled, prodded, caressed, poked, massaged, pummeled, touched, and slapped, the trembling body of the nude slave-boy Darren. This, of course, was the experience of each of the other naked slave lads.

Each slave was ordered to do and display something concerning his anatomy. Several men circled Darren at one time. One pair of hands grasped his head and lifted it up. Cruel, sadistic dark eyes peered down into the child's face. Another person ruffled his hair: while another was forcing his buttocks apart. A finger was inserted up his rectum. Hands were going all over his chest: up and down his back. Each limb was being handled. An order to stand on his toes so that the leg muscles could be examined was required of him. "Bend over!" came a command. "Raise your arms slave!" demanded another. ALL of this was simultaneous! No wonder so many had complaints of failing to comply with orders and later went to the dungeons for penal retribution.

At the other end of the hall was a raised platform. Later, each individual boy would stand there on display as he was auctioned off for an hour's pleasure making. On a raised throne overlooking everything and taking all the cash was the great, legendary figure of Zelamir Pueros. Beside him, crouched was his little green toy-boy, personal pet slave, known as Greenfrog. Below them sat the Master of Ceremonies, the auctioneer, Prince Jacques.

After feasting was completed and it was time for business to begin, the boys were paraded around the room. Walking around the array of relaxing, men in the comfortable chairs, they moved slowly and sedately. Now and again they would posture their bodies in a seductive manner, flexing their muscles and flaunting themselves. In certain parts of the room a slave-boy would dance using castanets tumbrels or cymbals. Bracelets with small tinkling bells were attached to wrists and ankles. Eventually the boys came onto the stage one-by-one.

Prince Jacques passed one or two comments about each commodity and auctioned him off for an hour's installment at a time. This, plus regular visits to the dungeon for torture, complete with daily beatings, was the regular routine.

After some period of time, Darren was to be sold on at the next auction. This was remarkably similar to the daily brothel ones, the difference being on this occasion, the inspection was by complete family groups. After the sale, there would be the start of a new life in a different area. There was always the hope of a slave being purchased by a kind or reasonable sort of person. Perhaps this existence called life might be a little more bearable!

A young married couple, who had several small children, purchased Darren. Most of his time was spent in the kitchen. He wore a steel collar and chain that secured him to the wall near the sink. Thus he prepared food for the meals and did all the washing up and clearing and cleaning in the kitchen.

He was always considered to be a toy for the children to play with. Sometimes he would be fitted into a little cart and pull the children around in the garden. Whatever they wanted or needed was his responsibility. On occasions he was used as a status symbol when visitors came. He would have a shackle on one leg that was secured by a chain to some heavy object.

At night he was always restrained with this leg iron plus collar and chain. Each night he slept on the old blankets in the corner of the kitchen with the dogs. If the dogs wanted to serve him at any time that was their prerogative and he was obliged to submit to them. Quite frequently the man of the house and also his friends fancied a change and would use him accordingly. Yes life was still very grim, but fractionally more tolerable than it was before. The beatings and willful afflicting of pain was less, but the grind of increased daily toil more than made up for it.

The family were going on holiday. They decided to take the slave boy with them. He would be continually tethered by his steel collar and chain to a ring welded to the floor by the rear doors of the van. He would have the dogs to keep him company. Off they went!

Going down a steep hill the brakes failed. It was not possible to negotiate the sharp bend at the bottom. The van crashed through the safety barrier and into a deep lake. It plunged bonnet first into the depths. You can imagine the hysteria in the van as no one could swim.

However, perchance, a good strong swimmer was walking past and saw the disaster. He took off his clothes and jumped into the cold water. The driver's window was open. Although obviously the water gushed in immediately, there was an air pocket that was supporting life for a short while. The stranger entered, grabbed one child and took him to safety.

By now a crowd was gathering. "Look after the child!" he called as he shoved him up the bank. "There are more to come." Three children were safely rescued and brought to the surface, and then mum, followed by dad. The diver paused for breath after such strenuous work.

"Please, please!" begged the distraught parents. "Our youngest son is still down there, and there cannot be much air left. We beg of you please return and save him!"

"I am exhausted, I do not think I have the strength or stamina to go down again."

"Please, we beseech you. We will give or pay you anything you ask for, but please save our little boy!"

"The slave comes up next. Give me the key for his chain."

"NO! No! Let him drown. He is of no consequence. He is only a slave, let him perish."

"Suit yourselves. No key for the slave's chain, I am not going down again"

"Please save our little boy; he means everything to us. We hate that slave boy and will be only too pleased and glad to get rid of him. PLEASE!"

"All this time you have wasted by arguing, I could have them both up here in safety by now. Now give me the key for the slave's chain."

The key was reluctantly handed over.

Once more a splash as the diver returned on his mission. He seemed to be down there forever. Indeed, folk were beginning to give up hope of seeing him surface again. Suddenly there was a disturbance in the water. The surface broke. The diver had the slave-boy in his grip. The slave-boy tightly held the last remaining child in his arms. There were great cheers and shouts of joy. The stranger was given the naked slave boy as a reward. The legal papers were duly signed the next day.

Christmas Day

Suddenly, bang, bang, bang on the door. Neither of them moved. Then, again! They gave each other a sultry, sullen stare. Dad got up slowly and went to the door. He turned the lock and opened the door.

Two boys stood there holding hands.

Mum called out, "Who is it?" There was no reply.

She heard the footsteps as the three entered the room. She looked up and exclaimed in joy and disbelief. "Darren! And you have the slave boy 'Ball-less' with you!"

"No!" replied Darren. "I am the slave. He redeemed me, bought me for a high price. Indeed. he is my savior as he was willing to give his own life for me. Yes, he jeopardized his life for me. Mum, Dad, meet and embrace, Onesimus."

"Receive him: not now as slave, above a slave. If he owes you anything: put that to my account, I will repay. I say nothing of what we owe him. Yes, even my own life and the restoration to you of your only son. Receive him as my brother, your second son. The four of us are now one big happy, loving family."

This was the best Christmas present ever! This was truly a HAPPY CHRISTMAS.

The End