Authors notes: I wrote this a year or two ago. It was three or four little parts and had little or no sexual content. The characters in the story have all turned 18 years of age recently and are ready for this years crop of naughty boys, to serve in a sinister Christmas eve world. I have a couple of others festive stories that I intend to publish in the next 6 weeks or so)
(rev: Nov 23)
Are you on the naughty list?
There are myths and legends that date back centuries. Stories of old when the north is covered in snow and the temperature drops, magic happens. Small children are showered with toys and candy. Dolls houses for the girls and racing cars for the boys. The halls are decked with holly and candlelight, beautiful ribbons, and stockings too. Songs of the season out in full swing.
There are other stories. Darker ones, about naughty boys. We all have heard them. Receiving coal instead of candy. Receiving lashes of the slippers instead of kisses under the mistletoe. They say that there are some truths in the myths. Some things are far more distorted.
Andrew was eighteen in the summer. He had a misplaced childhood. Always getting into trouble. Causing trouble. He was a bad boy for sure. He had a troubled mind and soul. Each year he tried harder, each year he failed. He laid in bed on Christmas eve, as was the rest of the family, his two sisters and his parents. He enjoyed Christmas.
His parents always said how much he changed round this time of year. He was sound asleep. Naked as the day he was born. His body was ripped from the parkour free running he did and working out in the gym. His cock was over eight inches and pulsing all of the time. His thoughts in sleep mode were always filthy. His little slit was always leaking a clear fluid when he slept. He had a bubble butt and beautiful lips. His face was almost angelic, although even devils look like Angels when they are sleeping.
The room suddenly became cold, he instantly pulled more covers over himself. A beautiful feeling filled the air. Full of warmth, despite being cold. The magic was happening. Bells jingling said all that needed to be said. Rooms full of gifts. The magic had arrived.
At the door of the 'sleeping angels' room stood a distinguished old man in a red suit with trimmings of white. A beard of thick white hair, a hat covering his head. He looked down at the boy, knowing it would happen the moment he left the house. It was the boy's time. The boy's year. He was truly on the naughty list. He had eighteen years to get it right. He hadn't. The old man knew that Andrew would be collected soon.
The white man vanished and all you could hear was more bells jingling.
"HO! HO! HO!"
The boy's room was iced cold. Bitterness swept the room. He reached over for the sheets, but they were ripped away. Landed on the ground somewhere. The boy continued to sleep. Little was he aware that a porthole had opened in his room. Little was he aware that the trade for all the presents was that all bad boys go through the dimension. Little did he know that he had his soul marked as bad.
A huge muscular man appeared through the porthole. He also had a white beard and yet looked more sinister. He wore black leather trimmed with white. Buckles and chains adorned the supernatural being. He reached over to the naked boy, yanked him by the balls onto the ground in front of him. The boy had a rude awakening. Not before the old man clipped a one-inch-thick collar round the boy's neck.
'I do like it when these boys sleep naked,' the old man thought to himself, looking over the naturally smooth body of the newest of his boys. It made his job far much easier. Naturally the boy's cock was hard. Probably from the dream he was having. It was about eight inches. The old man smirked knowing that it wouldn't be that size for long. The boy was more awake.
"Hello boy. I collect naughty boys like you!" the old man said laughing. The boy looked puzzled, yet the man didn't need him to speak. Instead, he pulled the boys head forward by the hair and attached a leather strap over his head, inserting a large round o-ring into the boys' mouth. "I am taking you to serve as a slave in my world."
He twisted the boy round to see a strangers body in his own bed, a boy as young as himself.
"This sweet boy will turn into the image of you by morning light and live as you. He is a good boy who lost his fight for life. He will live as you and improve of the disaster of your life."
The old man knew it was hard for the newly enslaved to take in. It added to the fun of what was rolling out before them.
By now the boy was totally awake. His eyes widen with fear, a few tears dampened his face. He could see his body shake in the mirror behind this strange figure. His cock hard. Throbbing almost. He was dribbling from his open mouth, and he was drooling onto his chest. He had no control. The man reached down with his nails that were long and pierced through his left nipple and then his right. He smiled at the boy and attached two rings through them with chains, along the chains where little bells. The old man reached to his balls and squeezed them hard. The boy's face was covered in horror. This was always his favourite part. He watched the open mouth boy face as his balls began to shrink. His cock getting smaller. Slower from eight inch to seven, then six and down to five and four. The boy's face was a perfect look of terror. His eyeballs were almost coming out of their sockets. All his hair had vanished on his body and his head hair was as short as his eyebrows. Shock froze him. This could not be real!
Suddenly the man yanked the chain and the boy spun round taking in one last look of his bed. There, laid a duplicate body of himself. None would know by the morning that his soul was no longer there. The magic took care of that. As the old man spun the boy around, he pulled on the chains making the boy scream into the o ring, The bells began to jingle. Whilst in a position facing the bed the old man forced a butt plug up the boy's tight virgin hole. He screamed again. Soon he would get used to the invasion. Magic took care of his wrists and ankles securing him tightly. He began to shake with panic and fear. His tiny cock throbbed harder. He had no idea that the naughtier he had been had made his cock shrink so small. The man chuckled knowing what laid ahead of the boy.
It was time to go. The porthole opened again in front of the old man and his captive. He pulled on the boy, and they went to the location of where the sleigh was parked.
The cold was unbearable as they flew, at first for the very least. The magic this being had made it warm enough for the collection of boys not to suffer too much. He could feel his nipples being pulled hard and to his humiliation the bells were jangling though the air. The magic of the supernatural made the boy fly chained to the back of this man's sleigh.
His mind named him bad Santa. The reality was that this supernatural being was actually 'bad boy Santa'. The true Santa that visited bad boys after their eighteenth birthday.
To his horror he could feel the butt plug in his hole moving. Even though it was becoming loose he didn't want it to fall out. Although in a way he wondered if that would be for the best. As they moved through the air it became almost impossible to keep inside. The plug fell out and went through the air. Bad Santa made it vanish into nothing, but a Christmas wish for some good gay boy somewhere.
This was so unfair. He wasn't alone. Other eighteen-year-old boys were with him being pulled by the magical sleigh through this magical land. This was a part of this year's crop of naughty boys maturing into adults. Little did they know the truth. In the land they were bound for they would serve as slaves to much older men. Doing their calling. Pleasuring their cocks with their mouths and rear holes. They would serve as house boys, piss holes, even ponies. They would be whipped and spanked almost every hour just for the fun of the inhabitants of this world. They would serve not only for their natural lives on earth but for eternity. They would never age as the years go by.
Trapped by magic forever. This was so unfair.
Andrew's life had change in a blink of an eye. Only hours ago, he was the hot eighteen-year-old sports man laughing with his family and friends and now he was being whisked through the air through a different dimension and curling from one reality to another. He was tethered to the back of a sleigh, following true Santa round the earth. They were making callings on naughty boy's homes and swapping their bad soles for good ones. The boys were tied together and rubbing up against each other. Their nipples clipped with rings and bells and were jingling about. He often wondered over the years what the second sound of bells was all about. Now he knew. He knew that there was a second Santa following the Santa most people of the planet were aware of. A more sinister one.
The sleigh itself stored the good soles and 'Bad boy Santa' sat, as he preferred to be called was up front steering a set of ten naked slave boys magically flying. Their cocks in small, yet heavy chastity cages. Nipples attached to chains that were weighed down with more jingling bells and butt plugs in the shape of reindeer tails. Although they were in sub-zero temperatures, they were still at regular body temperatures. The common theory was that it was all down to the magic of the 'bad boy' Santa's sleigh.
In the distance Andrew could see another sleigh, much prettier than the one he was attached to. With lighter colours and shiny lights. A bright red light at the front. The sleigh seemed to be taking off from the top of a large house. The sleigh that Andrew and the other bad boys were attached to then replaced the far prettier sleigh on the roof top. A port hole opened between themselves and the house. Bad Santa left the boys dangling from the side of the roof top. He knew that they were safe as he entered.
The bedroom was cold just like Andrews room was. Bad boy Santa could hear voices and he knew that was fine. He knew that he could use the memory dust if anyone saw him. He was aware that no human would remember seeing him in the morning. On the bed was a young man of about eighteen. He was on his hands and knees. Behind him was a blond boy of a similar age. He was slapping the other boy's ass cheeks as he fucked his hole good and hard. Pulling his bitch boys hair back. The top guy was getting close. Bad Santa was waiting. He knew the boy was almost there. He was about to shoot when he pulled him off the boy. He quickly inserted a large dildo into the boy's bum hole and threw him away like Christmas trash on boxing day. The blond fell onto the ground the other side of the room with no sound as the magic stifled that. As he did so bad Santa clicked his fingers and magically restrained the boy. Bad Santa pushed the boys head into the sheets so he couldn't see his face. All the magic shocked the boy on the floor as he watched his lover being penetrated by bad Santa who began to morph into his very own body. At the same time, the boy shot a ruined orgasm of a watery liquid. The boy couldn't do anything about it. He just moaned in frustration. Something he was going to have to get used to.
The oddest thing happened. The body of the boy that was fucking the boy on all fours separated himself from bad Santa. He pushed himself out of the boy and turned looking at the blond boy on the floor smiling with his dick hard. The resurrected boy fell on top of his new lover whilst shooting his first load of man juice up his new lover's hole.
