A Christmas Carol (with a tweest)

Work in progress. Each chapter will have its own tags, but they will all be futa on male.

Edward Scrooge stood on a high platform overlooking his workers. Ed had inherited the toy factory from his father Elijah at age 25 almost a year ago. He was far less popular with his employees than his father was. Profits were at an all time high, but that was because Ed worked them to the bone. Today he had gathered them all for a major announcement. The workers all looked up anxiously as he began to speak.

“Attention,” Scrooge spoke over the P.A. system. “As you know, Christmas is tomorrow, and I'm sure you are all looking forward to spending the day with your families. Well too bad! We're opening tomorrow, and I better see every one of your sorry asses here!”

“Sir,” Scrooge's assistant said to him. “Your father always promised the workers Christmas off. It's better for morale.”

“My old man ain't around anymore,” Scrooge responded. He then turned back to his shocked staff. “By the way, anyone who doesn't show up tomorrow is fired. That is all. Merry fucking Christmas.” He dropped the mic and went back to his office, disregarding his enraged workers.

* * *

That night, Scrooge was watching TV in his mansion. Try as he might, he couldn't find anything on that wasn't about Christmas. He had always hated the holiday, since his father was always too preoccupied to do anything for him. As he surfed through the channels, the lights and TV began to flicker.

“Damn power company,” he thought. “If I lose power, they won't fix it until the day after tomorrow. That's another reason I hate this damn holiday: nobody is working!”

“Scrooooooooge...” A horrible moan filled the air. Scrooge almost crapped his pants. “Scrooooooooge...” it came again. Scrooge looked wildly around.

“W-who's there?!” He cried. From the shadows, a ghostly figure appeared and made it's way toward Scrooge. It was wearing bondage gear, and had large chains wrapped around it. As it came closer, he recognized the specter.

“Marley?!” He yelled. “Jason Marley?!” Marley was Scrooge's best friend in high school, and his business partner for a short time after Scrooge inherited the factory. He had died 5 months ago, found in his home, wearing bondage gear and filled like a water balloon with what the coroner had bewilderedly found to be semen.

“Yes Scrooge,” the ghost responded. “It's me, Jason Marley. I come with a warning. Tonight, you will be visited by three-GACK!" He was interrupted by his own coughing. He doubled over coughing, and a white liquid flew out of his mouth and landed on Scrooge's leather couch.

“That'll come off,” Marley assured him as Scrooge glared at him. “Anyway, three ghosts will visit you tonight to show you the error of your wa