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Weird.
This is part of a lost collection of drawings I did ages ago. I thought I’d reposted this here on tumblr but it was not so. Vanished from anywhere else I’ve posted it.
I’d forgotten totally about it until I stumbled on that photoset earlier.
The story is missing and I won’t rewrite it. Enjoy the larger resolution version of the drawing.
Looks like I’ve got upwards for 15-20 pics I haven’t posted on here… Largely because they’re old and I’m not proud of them .XD
Monty had been a bad elfslave that year. He was behind in his production quota, he gave awful fellatio, he screamed and cursed when Santa took him from behind, and then limped and complained for days after. The young elf could not stand pain at all and had even stolen some of Saint Nick’s cookies.
The jolly old Master had finally had enough. The elf had to go and he knew just the house to send him to.
In the dead of night, as Monty slept, Santa and his most trusted elfslaves crept into the boy’s dorms. A smelly rag coated in chloroform smothered over the elf’s face by Santa himself left Monty limp as a rag.
Binding him tightly and throwing him in the trunk of the sleigh, Santa hitched up the elves and away they flew to a certain house. Chains were lashed about, decorations were added and a few boxes of Santa’s ‘special’ toys were laid out in neat packages beneath it all.
Dawn was coming and there were many other houses to visit. Chuckling to himself, Santa smiled wickedly. Mister X would be so surprised…
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Kind of a weak story… but originally I wasn’t going to write anything at all.
This is not a celebratory picture. For the record, I loathe Christmas.