Christmas in Dixie

Author: C.Roxane
http://roxyfic.tripod.com

Written: 12/03

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of TFatF, I do
however own this story and all the original characters in
it. You may read it, enjoy it, save it to pc, but you may
not copy it, print it and sell it, or re-post it anywhere.

M/M (NC-17) Warning: some nasty scary stuff in here, see the header.

I am re-posting my old slash stories. They were here for
several years and then were purged during one of AFFs
‘situations’. I decided at that time not to re-post them
(you have no idea how much crap I’ve had to deal with in
regards to these stories!) until I could find a way of
doing it securely. I had hoped the stories would just be
forgotten. Recently, it came to my attention that a
“person” had uploaded them to the open web, where
absolutely any kid could easily read them. I tried many,
many times to get this bitch to remove my stories. She,
however, is of the opinion that once an author posts their
work to the web, that the author no longer has any rights
to those stories – that people like her (with no talent of
their own) can do whatever they want with them. I
strongly disagree. I would also hope that any
appreciative fanfiction reader would also disagree with
her. It was because of people like this lying, stealing,
manipulative bitch, that I stopped posting my fiction to
the web. It now remains safely on my hard drive.

I am hoping that anyone who does a Google search on my
name and finds any of these slash stories that are now
posted on AFF would take a moment and drop an email to the
“person” :: cough :: Christy :: cough :: who is
stealing my stories and let her know exactly what you
think of her harassing and disrespecting a fanfiction
author.

Anyway, enough of my ranting and thank you for letting me
vent :) I hope you enjoy my old, old, story.


Christmas in Dixie

Part One

~*~


"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

Brian had been leaning over the bed, stretching out and smoothing the clean sheets when Dom's deep bass voice had filtered out over the sound of running water in the shower. As the familiar singing voice hit him, he sat on the bed and shook his head from side to side in amazement at the choice of words.

"On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..." Dom's raspy voice rose again. "Two holes to fuck and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

Brian felt a silly smile spread across his face. By now he should be used to Dom's raunchy lyrics; the man could hardly step foot in a shower without bellowing out a dirty limerick or two.

"On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

What surprised Brian was the fact that this one was set to the tune of a popular Christmas Carol. Usually Dom took great pains to show respect to the holier aspects of the season.

"On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

But apparently the stress was getting to Dom, something that Brian could certainly sympathize with. If the situation were reversed and he was the one about to meet Dom's family for the first time -- to spend the holidays with them -- Brian was sure he'd be more than a little stressed too.

"On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... five ... new ... cock ... rings," Dom sang each word slowly, then immediately picked up his former lively pace. "Four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

Brian shifted position on the bed, his backside more than a little sore from the all the activity they'd been indulging in. Tomorrow they'd be spending the night in his parent's house and they both doubted that there'd be any opportunity to work off their holiday stress on each other. Dom had declared that --

"On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... six love bites stinging, five ... new ... cock ... rings, four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

Dom had declared that nothing beyond snoring would take place in any bed they'd share -- *if* they were even allowed to share a bed. "Your old man -- Fuck! Did he *have* to be a Methodist Minister?" Dom had growled. "He'll make me sleep out in the garage. Which is just fine with me," Dom had added quickly. "The back seat of the Dart will be a whole lot more comfortable than bedding down with you. I don't even want to think about what your Mom and Dad 'll --"

"On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... seven ways of screwing, six love bites stinging, five ... new ... cock ... rings, four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

Brian had tried to reassure Dom that they'd not only be welcome, but that they'd be accepted. They'd been together for over a year now and Brian had never tried to hide the nature of their relationship from his parents. Dom had only been out of the pen for a week when Brian had written his first letter home. In it, he had come out, declaring that he was madly in love with another man and intended to spend the rest of his life with him. His parents hadn't liked it, still didn't, but they *had* come to accept it. Surprisingly, it was his dad who had come around first. He'd --

"On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... eight limbs entwining," Brian shivered with pleasure at the tender tone of Dom's voice. "Seven ways of screwing, six love bites stinging, five ... new ... cock ... rings, four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

But despite Brian's continued reassurances that his parents were accepting of their love affair, Dom had remained unconvinced and on edge. The big man had become insatiable these last few days as they'd driven across the country to Brian's family home in southern Virginia. They'd been forced by their libidos to find a motel room and stop early every evening. If they hadn't been behind doors, they surely would have been arrested for public indecency in the car.

"On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... nine big sucks sucking." Brian had to roll his eyes at that verse. Apparently, even Dom's vivid imagination had its limits. "Eight limbs entwining, seven ways of screwing, six love bites stinging, five ... new ... cock ... rings, four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

They were already two days behind schedule and if they dawdled any longer, they'd miss Christmas altogether. Despite their delays, they continued to sleep in and get a late start every morning. Neither was overly eager to reach their destination and besides, Dom was especially open to suggestions in the mornings. Brian was always amazed that such an alpha would --

"On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... ten fingers rubbing." Well that was a little better, Brian thought. "Nine big sucks sucking, eight limbs entwining, seven ways of screwing, six love bites stinging, five ... new ... cock ... rings, four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

A knock on the door caught Brian's attention. He had frequented this dive during his wild teenage years. It had always been so convenient to bring a chick here, it being only an hour's drive from his home. He knew the place well enough to know that they didn't offer room service and rarely questioned the guests. Curiosity filled him as he answered the door.

~*~

Dom rubbed the soap all over him a final time as he tried to think of the next verse. He hummed a moment until something hit him.

"On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me ... eleven flavored oils, ten fingers rubbing, nine big sucks sucking, eight limbs entwining, seven ways of screwing, six love bites stinging, five ... new ... cock ... rings, four fingers deep, three butt plugs, two holes to fuck, and a rim job that made me horn-eeey!"

A shadow moved across the shower curtain. He grinned as he lifted his face under the spray to rinse the remaining soap off. Just as he'd expected, Brian wanted the last verse sung to him up close and personal.

"On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ..." Dom sang out as he turned to welcome Brian into the shower. "Twelve ... "

"Vindictive lovers..." An eerily familiar voice joined in.

Dom froze inside the steaming shower stall.

"Eleven sluts a screaming, ten whores a bleeding, nine cunts --"

Dom's eyes were drawn helplessly to where a knife was pressed tightly to Brian's throat. The gleaming blade had cut through the outer layer of skin and blood flowed from beneath the edge. The thin trickle merged with a larger stream running down from a wound on Brian's head.

Dom lifted his eyes to the plain, pudgy, little-boy face of -- "Eddy Preston."

"You remember me -- how flattering." Eddy's brown eyes were narrowed, glittering dangerously. "Did you honestly think I'd let you go? That I'd let this pretty piece of ass have you?"

Brian hung limply in Eddy's arms; he was barely able to stand. His hands were secured behind his back and his blue eyes were unfocused, glassy. Dom knew the signs of a concussion and, God forbid, a skull fracture well enough to know that Brian needed a hospital immediately.

"No. I knew that sooner or later he'd bring you here, to show you off to his Mommy and Daddy." Eddy licked his thick, pouting lips. "All I had to do was pay the local motel owners to keep me informed -- and wait."

Dom took a deep breath and forced himself into an attitude of calm. Eddy was insane and Dom knew that the sick fuck was capable of anything. Slowly, making no sudden movements, Dom shut the water off and took a step out of the shower stall. As he'd expected, Eddy moved back, jerking the barely conscious Brian with him, and staying out of reach. Dom lifted a towel off the shelf and carefully wiped the water from his body. He could feel Eddy's eyes crawling across his flesh and had to fight down the need to vomit. When Dom went to wrap the damp terrycloth around his hips, Eddy stopped him.

"You won't need that, Dominic," Eddy said with a leer, his thick eyelids drooping low with lust. "Go to the bed. I have a Christmas present prepared for you."

Dom hesitated and he noticed Eddy's pudgy fingers tighten around the knife hilt. The thought of Brian's life's blood flooding the small bathroom, collecting on the tile floor, was enough to insure Dom's cooperation and Eddy knew it. Fleshy, pale lips quivered up into a triumphant smile as Dom headed out of the bathroom and into hell.

Eddy hadn't come alone.

Two masked men stood guard on either side of the bed -- two big men, dressed in nothing but metal-studded leather harnesses that crossed their steroid-enhanced chests. A metal hoop centered between their bulging pecs held the straps together. A center strap hooked to the same ring made a vertical line from the center of their chests to their groins. It ended in yet another hoop that lifted and supported their balls. Their dicks were fully erect, grossly distorted by a series of matching metal rings that encircled the base of their penises and forced the blood up to the purpled tips.

"Two doms for a Dom. Isn't that fitting?" Eddy asked with relish. "Look at the bed, Dominic."

Dom did, but then immediately wished he hadn't. Straps, chains, and whips were laid out. There were things there that he couldn't name, but that he was sure he'd soon be forced to experience first hand.

"I thought you got off on receiving?" he carefully asked. There had to be a way out of this. There had to be.

"I do, but I also enjoy watching." Eddy laughed and Dom felt his stomach heave when Eddy continued. "Get on the bed."

Dom clenched his fists so tightly that he heard the tendons pop and the flesh contract. He directed his gaze at Brian who was kneeling weakly at the monster's feet. Eddy had one hand twisted in Brian's blood-darkened curls, holding his wounded head back. The other hand continued to press the razor-sharp blade into the flesh beneath Brian's jaw.

"He needs a doctor," Dom began to bargain.

"Of course he does, but he'll need a mortician if you don't hurry up." Eddy moved the blade slightly and a fresh, crimson gout of blood oozed out.

Dom felt defeat, like a leaden weight pressing down on his shoulders. With his head hanging low, he moved the final steps toward the bed. He didn't resist as they put the straps on him. He didn't fight as they put the ball gag behind his teeth.

He couldn't make a sound when they began to ...

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