The family circles around the
Christmas tree, suspending the last ornaments on the branches. Mommy hums a
yuletide carol. Daddy hopes the south will be tucked under a blanket of snow
before the 24th. Brandon prays his monetary gift will be substantial enough to
cover his tuition. As for Cody, he thinks of the night before, when his ass
was pounded harder than a veal cutlet at an Italian restaurant.
The phone rings.
"I'll get it!" the little
boy yells out, racing to the kitchen to pounce on the device.
The youngster recognizes the voice of Jim the
Candyman. His blood pulses. In a ushed tone, he fusses, "Don't call here."
"Oh, don't tell me I can't
congratulates the naughtiest boy on the planet? We are very proud of what you
did with your brother!"
"My mommy is in the next room"
"Yes, but I wanted to tell you
that you will have a surprise tomorrow."
"A surprise? Will I grow up? and
have big muscles!?"
The next morning, Cody sprints to the bathroom, utterly ecstatic.
Immediately, he inspects his peter to measure if it is bigger. To his dismay,
the shrivelled weenie has not developed one bit. It is when he consults the
mirror that he has the shock of his young life.
The boy he sees has beautiful platinum blond hair
and gorgeous eyes the colour of sapphire. A set of pointy ears on each side of
his head completes the transformation. "No! I'm an elf..." He
mumbles out loud. Tears of panic roll down his rosy cheeks. His mind reels
from the ungodly number of ruses he will have to pull to hide his freakish
characteristics from his parents or his school chummies.
After he has pinched himself a few times, Cody
dresses up, taking the precaution of putting on a hooded sweatshirt. Assuredly,
the Candyman has a solution to his crisis? Perhaps, an antidote, he muses,
heading to Jim's house. In his haste to reach his destination, he leaps on the
sidewalk, discovering that he can travel a distance of five feet at once. The
unnatural ability scares him.
At the Candyman's house, the door is opened. He
goes in and explores the place, seeking the source of his misery. Every room
is empty except for one where a beaten up mattress lays on the floor. A
shimmering brilliance illuminates the basement stairs. Tiptoeing down each
step, the young intruder descends into a huge colourful room filled with dozen
of machines. Out of the mouths of the gigantic equipment, long conveyor belts
are carrying tiny pieces of glowing candy. Diligent elves survey the
production, running around the stations like busy bees.
In the corner, an oak desk with two mammoth books
on it piques his curiosity. One volume is titled 'Nice', the other one 'Naughty'.
Cody browses in the second one, searching for his name. It doesn't really
confound him to locate it in there.
The sensuous voice of Jim startles the little boy.
"I guess you know by now, you won't be getting any presents from St. Nick
"I don't wanna be an elf!"
Cody whines, staring straight at the man.
"Are you sure? You can run very
fast! No one will see you! Isn't it cool?"
"Remember, you can read people's
mind! Put your finger on a name and concentrate very hard. C'mon try it!"
Cody follows the suggestion half-heartedly,
selecting a naughty subject at random. Suddenly, his vision blurs. Something
appears in front of him, like a holographic image.
A small naked boy is sitting on a leather armchair.
His feet are on the armrests so that his legs are not in the way as he poises
a greased vibrator in front of his rectal opening. The plastic tube splits his
butt open. During the penetration, the little scamp bites his lower lip and
his tiny toes curl up
His other paw tugs on the stiff pricklet jutting
from his bald groin. A devilish grin forms on his lips. He undulates, wanking
energetically with the buzzing thing planted into his bum. His entire
mid-section gleams from a liberal smearing of baby oil. He wanks faster and
faster, plaintive cries of joy accompanying the crescendo of his ministrations.
Cody is unsettled by the obscene demonstration,
especially since he knows the elves can do the same and view his most shameful
performances. The small boy's head tilts back. His thighs tremble from the
onset of his dry climax.
"Maybe, it would be more
interesting if you chose someone you are acquainted with." Jim interjects.
"Look up Dennis."
"Dennis from school?"
Cody knows the boy well. He is the bully of the
fourth grade. A twelve- year-old blond monster. Dumb as a doorknob and always
angry because the other kids remind him daily that he has flunked the final
Having been the recipient of Dennis' oppression on
several occasions, the idea of a window into his secret life is particularly
titillating for Cody. He puts his finger on the name. The image of Dennis
suddenly materializes. The naked boy is crawling on all four in a seedy motel
room. "Come suck your uncle Joe's cock." A man says, spreading his
hairy legs to display his rampant erection. "Yeah, that's it." He
adds, as the lad approaches, walking on his hands and knees like a dog.
Dennis creeps between the legs and licks up the
drip of pre-cum on the underside of the long pole. His mouth nibbles around
the turgid head and goes down on it. From the urgency of his sucking, it is
obvious that the pre-teen is horny as hell. He's fisting his chubby and
definitely enjoying the taste of cock.
The man's hands grasp the child's blond head,
guiding it on the swollen tower of flesh. Behind Dennis, a black man shows up
and slaps his plump buttocks before inserting three pieces of candy into his
hairless asshole. It doesn't take long for the boy to feel the rush of heat
and spread his knees wide, inviting the new partner.
The black man grips his glistening fuckstick,
aligning it with the target. Cody can clearly see the veiny brown rod
disappear between the white mounds. Right away it slides in and out, in and
out. Together, the adults move their cocks at both ends. Dennis moans, choking
on the thick slab of meat of his uncle while the punching piston in his ass
The trio jerks and twitches, all of them trying to
find their pleasure in the perverse fusing. It is the black fella who has the
lead as he drills nearly all of his ten-inch cock into the passive lamb.
The next moment, they alternate. The blondie squats
over his uncle's rigid spike and impales himself. He lowers his butt until he
is sitting on the man's lap. The black fella feeds him his fat cock, thrusting
it way passed his tonsils. For long minutes, Dennis wriggles on the prong as
the brown phallus fucks his face.
His toes cramp up every time he has an orgasm.
Muffled guttural groans spew out of his lips and his penis sprays droplets of
boyjuice. The adults pursue, fucking him in the ass and the mouth at the same
time, grinning when they precipitate him into another shuddering climax.
Cody feels a certain connection with the bully he
hates so much, knowing exactly how he is luxuriating in an ocean of pleasure.
The men fuck him some more and have him kneel at their feet. They jack off in
front of his opened mouth. The two huge cocks spit out thick globs of semen.
The little cumslut tries to catch the airborne garlands of cream, but most of
it inundates his face. And the image fades away.
"You see, Santa takes care of
nice children, and we take care of the rest." The Candyman states.
"You mean, Santa Claus is real?"
"Hmmm, in a way. I'll tell you a
secret, but you have to promise no to repeat it to your little friends, okay?"
"Santa is just like me. I exist
because you want to me to exist. I am a fabrication of your imagination.
Everything in here also."
"You mean, I can make it go away?
And go back to normal?"
"Yes, all you have to do is stop
Cody glances up at the man, somewhat sad that he
will make him vanish if the trick works. Nonetheless, he shuts his eyes,
trying to deny what seems so real to him. He has known for years that Santa
doesn't exist. A fat bearded man certainly cannot deliver millions of packages
in one night on a flying sleigh? And the Candyman certainly doesn't have
magical elves helping him manufacture sex candy?
When he opens his eyes, the sky greets him. His
sneakers are stuck in mud. He is on an empty piece of land between two houses.
A sign says 'Lot for sale' nearby. Already, his mind is doubting the whole
thing ever happened. He touches his ears. They are round and cold. A sigh of
relief bulges his chest.
For a moment, Cody stands there in a shower of
snowflakes, arguing with himself that this is the spot where the Candyman's
house was. Then he goes to the sidewalk and trots home, with every step,
feeling the sting of his bruised asshole.
Well, that's it boys and girls. Don't
forget that the naughty may not make it on Santa's list, but they sure have
more fun! HO HO HO!