Date: Sat, 09 Jan 1999 18:36:45 PST From: Zzathras Baggins Subject: Santa's Boy M/B Santa's Boy Hello Again. My name is Zzathras. Don't ask just suffice it to say the name fits. The following is a work of pure FICTION. None of it happened and no animals were harmed in the making of this story. :) If the subject of Man/Boy sex offends you please don't continue. Please try to understand. If you ask "understand what" you are beyond any enlightenment I can offer here. This is a work intended for adult consumption. If you are under the age of legal majority in your locale, QUIT STEALING MOMMY AND DADDY'S PASSWORDS. Now go back to the Disney page and leave this to consenting adults to read. Any comments or suggestions can be mailed to Zzathras@hotmail.com Any flames can go to hell. I wont waste my time with them so don't even go there. Please do not reproduce this in part or whole without giving some credit to me. As many know this has occured before and the results were.... Unfortunate. Because of the actions of one he has removed himself from publication and a story with a lot of promise was comprimised. Should he read this story i would ask him to reconsider editing his work and reposting it. I did enjoy his story and would like to see it continue. Other than that please enjoy. Mark woke up to the sweet smell of coco and cinnamon. He woke up every morning to things like these. He sat up in the large wooden bed and stretched, feeling the wonderfully warm and cozy quilt fall to his naked waist. "Morning Junior!" Elya sang as she set a platter in front of him with his morning meal. "Thanks you Elya, But you know i prefer to take my breakfast in the main hall." He yawned. "A little pampering now and again is good for the soul young man. Now eat. Today is a big day!" "When isn't it around here Elya?" Mark dove into his food with vigor, knowing that this time of the year made for short time and long hours. Elya skittered off to do other things as Galen came skipping into the room with a large note pad and a cheery look on his stressed out face. He loved this time of the year as much as anyone here, even though it irritated his ulcer. "Master Mark! We have a lot to do today!" "As always Galen." Mark stood up and shivered as the air bathed his nude form. He held no modesty around the little folk that helped raise him. Of course elves know no modesty at all. Much to Mark's mother's chagrin. "Hand me that robe?" Galen didn't look up from his pad as he read the days itinerary to his boss. "The first thing is the slowdown in the production line in section seven. The supervisor is complaining that the supply department is shorting him, and the supply head his fuming that Dale isn't filling out the requisitions properly so that he has to spend a lot of time figuring out what it is he wants and where to send it." "Already figured out." "Excellent." With a flourish Galen checked off the first page and tossed it to the floor. "Weather service is at odds again" "We go through this every year!" "I know, I know, But they cant seem to figure out whether there is a storm front coming in." "Solen should have retired when he got to 300 years young. This year he gets the watch, whether he wants it or not. Tell Dad to turn on the weather channel. Have our contacts there feed the global conditions into the broadcast. Let me know what we can expect as soon as you can and work up the flight plan accordingly." "That brings us to the reindeer. They are upset because they don't know what weather to expect." "Hook up a TV. in the stables. give them the same feed as you get for Dad. That way they cant complain that no one told them." "Packing department is caught up and actually ten percent ahead as of this morning." "Wonderful!" Mark cheered as he carefully scraped the whiskers from his face. "Give them my and Dad's thanks and make a note that they get a little something extra for their efforts." "Noted!" And another page hit the floor. the morning went on as Mark made his rounds with Galen following tossing sheet after sheet of paper to the floor, leaving a trail after the young man. As the day wore on Mark became increasingly excited. He always did. As dinner time approached he felt supercharged. Tomorrow night his father would fly! "Now Mark, is everything in place?" His mother asked in her ever cheerful voice. "Yup! Made double sure of everything." "Indeed he did ma'am!" Galen, his ever present shadow peeped. "Just like your father! Make a list and check it twice." She smiled warmly at her only child. "Dad's just forgetful, I'm just thorough!" He chided over a tall glass of apple cider. "And exactly who forgot to close the stables last month!?" Santa laughed. Mark just grinned. "I took us a week to find them all and im still trying to figure out where Rudolph got that silly tattoo!" The entire table of elves snickered and laughed at the whole incident. "Dale and Popy have told me you were less than cordial in your handling of their problem this morning." Santa glanced at his son with a gleam in his eye. "Well i just got through the silliness that they have been fussing with." "Threatening to ship them to stable maintenance?" Galen cheeped. "What exactly happened?" Santa cut to the chase. "well they were both accusing each other of intentionally screwing up the paperwork so i solved it." "How?" "I told them Dale would write out what he needed and in what quantities on a large roll of paper towels that was handy and he would personally deliver it to Popy. Popy would fill said order with a smile on his face in a timeley manner and get it delivered to Dale. After tomorrow night they can redo all the paper work and requisitions." "So what's this about stable maintenance?" Santa was confused. "They told me they wouldn't do it." "And?" "And i told them that if they gave me any trouble i would have them shovelling the stables this next week." "OOOOOOOO that's NASTY!" Holly, the oldest elf, at 25 years old said. "Yea. Knowing all the silly snacks Pop here feeds them this time of the year, the stables will be a mess for at least that long." Mark snickered. "Mark, we need to have a talk after dinner son." Santa's voice took on a whole alien aspect to the elves that surrounded them. The entire host of eyes turned to Mark as he stopped munching his carrots. "What's up Dad?" He grew concerned. "We can talk about it then." Santa closed the door and turned to his son, who was handing his mother a warmed cider. "Son, there is no easy way to begin this so i will just get to the point. i'm going to retire after this year." 'Now? I thought you were going to wait until the new millennium." "No, the time is right. Your ready and i know you will do a good job." "But dad..." "Let me finish this out. I am retiring and your mother and i will remain here for the next year to help you get settled. Then we move to the islands." Mark sat down hard on his chair. "We do have one concern though. No Santa has ever left his son in this position without already having an heir." "Dad i don't even have a girlfriend!" "And this ha not gone without notice Mark." Santa held up his hand to stop the young man from interrupting. "I know this and i know why as well. Nothing goes on around here without me knowing. And even though nothing has been going on i still know. I am Santa after all and i see things. I know what's in a person's heart and soul Mark. And i know you are one of the finest people in the world. Loving, caring, fair, firm, honest, and a lover of little boys." Mark felt like he was going to pass out. "I have known for a long time and was hoping that you would at least take a wife to continue the lineage. I can see that is unlikely. You have thrown yourself into your work with such abandon you haven't made time for yourself to find a wife." "Dad, what?..." "Now dear," His mother took his hand and looked deep into his eyes. "We know this and love you. You would never do anything to hurt a child and we know you have been tormented by this all your life." "Now, Mark. It is impossible for me or you to appoint an adult to this position. It literally takes several lifetimes to learn it all. A grown up person simply could not do it all. Their minds aren't attuned properly to the spirit of this work. That is why it has always been that Santa has either had a son and raised him to this appointment, or...." "Or what?" Mark was getting more confused. "my father was my real father Mark. His father, however, was not is real father. He was adopted when he was ten and brought here. In this case i think you should seek to find a boy that will meet the same qualification you have so that he might one day take your place." "But Dad!" "No need to worry son! I know the questions in your heart before you even know them. Your concerned about doing something un-Santa like." "Well, yes, that's one way of putting it." "Your strong lad. but not that strong. I'm going to say something that sounds wholly strange." "What's that?" "find a boy to take as your son and lover." "Duh?" "For centuries before the church came along boys were the love partners of many men. Many great men. Sex is not all that harmful if handled right. A boy can feel pleasure and give it back without harm if done right and if the right boy is chosen." "Dad, i have fought against these urges my entire life and now you tell me to 'go with it'?" "Yes. I have a list of little boys that i think will make excellent Santa's in the future. I want you to go to the observation room and peek in on them. Observe them and choose one." "I cant just choose one like im selecting a steak!" "You wont be. You will understand when you see them and observe. Think of it as an interview. Your selecting your replacement." "But!" Mark objected as the Older man shoved a scroll into his hands with a large golden key. "Go. You will need to select one to ask tomorrow night. The selection must be made by midnight Christmas." "Show me..." Mark glanced at the scroll before him. "Shoolo..Shahool...Screw it. Show me the first boy on this list." Mark commanded the wall before him as he sat in the large comfy chair his father only sat in. The all disappeared and a vision of another place popped up. It was a large church in south America. Inside was the orphanage. In that orphanage was a little boy. "How many are on this silly thing?" Mark exasperated after what seemed an eternity. he had been spying on the boys on this list for hours and the list still held dozens of names. He was becoming depressed. Most of the boys he was watching and observing turned out to be orphans. either through abandonment or death they had no one to raise them yet they managed to retain their innocence and love for others. Several were in loving and fulfilling homes and Mark immediately removed them from consideration.. He would not take them from their families if they were loved and cared for. He still had a list that was 300 names long. Out of about a billion boys on the planet he thought there would be more that would fit the bill to become Santa. This in it's self was depressing that so many children could not hold the magic that was Christmas. Feeling time press tight he commanded the wall, "Show me the five boys on this list that would make the best Santa." The faces of five angelic looking boys appeared before him. He selected one and watched him for a bit. Angelo, Age: 7, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He bore the mark of a drunk driver who stole his legs. Still the child smiled bright and did everything in his power to make the other children in his hospital ward smile this short time before Christmas. He never gave up his love or his belief in Santa Claus. "What do you want for Christmas Angelo?" A nurse asked him as she tucked him into his bed. "For you to stoop looking so sad Nurse Mandy." "No. For you little man!" "Like i said. You look so sad all the time it's hard to be happy. If your happy then i can be too." Mark's heart almost broke. He wanted to scoop the child up right there and bring him to his home. The fact that Angelo had no legs any more wasn't a problem. This was a magic place after all and anything was possible in Santa's workshop. Jimmy was next. He was a stunning blond boy of nine who resided in a church in London. He was a ward of the church, taken in after his hopes for adoption grew slim. He worked hard and kept the priests smiling as he told jokes and sang the most heavenly songs a soul could imagine. Alone in the world after his mother left him in the orphanage he grew up loving and caring. He ran to the hospital three times a week to help out the old people and then he ran errands for the local shelters. God was with him and he was loved. He had faith enough for three and love enough for the whole world. "My son. What is it you want for Christmas?" The bishop asked his favorite alter boy. "I dunno. Nothing for me that's for sure Bishop. Maybe puppies for the old folks at the home. They need someone to love them as much as i do when i cant be there." Horance. What a name. Was truly in a bad way. He lived in a drug infested apartment building with his alcoholic parents and sickly siblings. He kept busy caring for his brothers and sisters and worked all the jobs his twelve year old body could to get food for the kids and his parents. It was near Christmas and he was dragging a large, lopsided half bare pine tree up seven flights of stairs to his apartment for his family. Along the way he delivered mail to the elderly residents that could not get out to the mailboxes. Love and hope filled his days as he studied hard and hoped for a break that he could use to drag his lot up in life. He wanted his siblings to go to school and become doctors and lawyers so they could provide their children the things he could not give them. "What do want Harry? For Christmas i mean." The oldest man on earth asked the stripling. "A good job so i can put my brothers and sisters through collage. So they can live in a place better than this." "Nothin fer yerself?" "That would be enough for me Mr. Bales." Tracey was next. He wore his hair in a bowl cut. His teeth were crooked. His smile made hearts melt. Tracey stood in front of a crowd upon a stage giving a performance of the birth of Christ. He spoke in clear and confident tones that demanded the attention of the audience. He never faltered in his lines and he drove his fellow class mates up the curve and they all shared the accolades of many newspapers. Their homeless school performed this play every year and he played a different part every time to learn more and to give others the same chance he had that firs time he had on the stage. Every word he spoke came from his heart. He truly believed in the miracle of Christ and he loved everyone without hesitation or question. He also was alone. His parents were gone and waiting for him in heaven. He slept on the streets and managed to avoid CPS by fibbing. He didn't want to go to a foster home. He wanted to stay on the street in L.A. He told the most wonderful stories to his homeless friends and he went to school to learn as much as they had to teach. He devoured knowledge and repaid the debt with dedication and love. On the long cold nights in the city he would tell stories to the other homeless children and lift their spirits as much as he could. He held their attentions during the riots and calmed their fears during the storms. "What is it you want most for Christmas Tracey?" His teacher asked of every student. "An audience." "Why an audience?" "So i can make them happy for a while. I cant change their lives Mrs. Smith. But i can make them happy for a little while." Last came Joshua. He was enigmatic. The vision showed the boy but it didn't reveal the same as it did the others. He stood before a huge plate glass window overlooking Lake Michigan. The room was bare save a fireplace, small mattress and a broken dresser. "Please god? I know what im planning isn't exactly right. But i know that it will help so many! I just ask that it goes well and that as many people as can show up. Not for me but the others. They need tomorrow so much more than me. Just help me get through today and i promise to find another way next year." With this little prayer to the rising sun, Joshua snatched up his coat and ran his little feet out into the cold and wet morning. His first stop before the seven o'clock hour was reached was the back door to a bakery. He rapped his little fist on the door in the blustery chill. The door cracked open a bit and a man peeped out. "We aint got no deliveries today boy!" "It's me Sven! Let me in so we can do this!" The door opened and the slight boy popped in away from the bitter cold. "You serious about this boy?" "Yea. Only we got to be sure about the deal." "Ya ya, One dozed trays of Christmas pastries at the Church on seventh avenue and Deerthorne by seven tomorrow morning. I mean are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes i do. now how should we start?" The burly man looked around nervously and he closed and locked all the doors into the kitchen. "Come here Joshua."The man took the child in his hand and led the sprite of a child to a large table covered in flour. He knelt before the boy and took off his jacket. "Are you absolutely positive you want to do this?" "They need to eat Sven." Without a word the man helped the child out of his threadbare clothes. Soon the angel stood proud and confident before the large man nude and loving it. The boy reached out with small hands and lifted the man's apron up and tucked it into the tie string out of the way. "OOOOMAN!" Sven moaned as Joshua gripped the hardening lump in the man's jeans. With a slow tug the zipper came down and Joshua slipped his chilly hand into the mans pants to draw out his manhood. Slowly licking his way around the head of the large meat before him Joshua undid the belt that held up the jeans and let them fall to the floor. Now the head of the man's penis was inside the boys mouth and his heavy balls in the tiny hands of the child. "OH GOD! that's so good!" Now the man was thrusting into Joshua's mouth with wild abandon as the boy sucked and nibbled the man to orgasm. As the man Spewed Joshua slurped madly to swallow as fast as he could. His head rocking back and forth as the man hammered his hips into the boy's face. As the man collapsed onto the table, Joshua crawled out from under him and cuddled up close to the heaving man. "Wasn't that worth a dozen trays of pastries?" "That and more boy. My god where did you learn to do that?" "My secret." Joshua bent over at the waist in front of the man to pick up his shirt. He could just as easily knelt to get it but he had an ulterior motive for his actions. Sven ogled the boy's buttock as Joshua took his tile sorting out his clothes. "In for a penny in for a pound" He mumbled to himself as Joshua opened his legs a little giving the man a view of the boy's testicles from behind. 'I wonder why perverts like boy ass more than girls, a mouth is a mouth but what's so great about a boys hole?' he wondered to himself. He felt his manhood rising again as he considered his thoughts. "Joshua, you want to earn some more trays for tomorrow?" The boy smiled to himself before answering over his shoulder. "Sure! What do i have to do?" With that the boy found himself laying n his back in flour and pastry dough with his legs in the air, Sven grunting and groaning as he pumped his large pecker into the boy's hole. "I aint so sure if this is worth two more trays Sven! Your so big!" "OK! Make it four! your so tight! I would give anything to have a woman as good as you in my bed every night." wrapping his arms around the hairy mans neck Joshua kissed him deep and passionately. Sven let Joshua wash up in one of the large sinks in the kitchen before he opened his bakery and began selling his wares with a smile on his face and a bit more of the Christmas cheer in his heart. The next stop was the Butchers shop. By now it was open and bustling with business. The owners eldest son recognized his cutest customer as soon as the lad entered the front door. "Josh! Come on back boy!" The young man cheered as his brothers looked at him knowingly and with envy as they waited their turn. In his office the man wasted no time getting naked in front of the boy. He didn't even close the door all the way as he began to undress the child madly. "We got to be sure of the deal Joey." Joshua stopped the horney man as he reached for the tykes belt. "A dozen birds. I know." "Yea. i will suck you then you can do my butt. That's all. No freaky stuff. Mickey told me about those chains you got." "Nothing freaky. But you must do my brothers as well." "Nope. Just you. If they want to then they have to show up with the same number of birds. Each." "Steep price boy." The man looked frustrated. "What's to keep me from just taking what i want without paying?" "You rape me and i scream so loud the dead will hear." "Hehehe, you a hard bargain boy. It is a deal. But your ass is gonna be sore for a month. I have Five brothers you know." "Five? I thought you only had three brothers!" "Nope the twins is back from the school." "The twins? Aint they like nine?" "No Eleven. And they like the ass as much as any of my brothers!" So, for what seemed forever, little Joshua gave himself to the men of the delicatessen for the morning. He wasn't ready for the animal lust the vented upon him nor the forceful use of his small body. He was thoroughly used and exhausted when he finally washed up for the second time before lunch and made his way to the Grocery. Walking gingerly into the mom and pop grocery, Joshua wasn't sure if he could finish his work for the day at this rate. "Joshua, my boy! Your late lad." Old Mr. Johansen called out. "Got stuck at the delicatessen." He slowly walked up to the counter. "Them Italian boys do you?" The man whispered to the boy. "Yea. All of them. You ready?" "Christ boy, you sure about this?" "Gotta pops. People in the alleys need a meal tomorrow. The shelters are all givin meals Christmas but what about the day before?" "That's true lad. But you cant keep this up. You could get hurt or even a disease." "Make everyone that does my butt wear a rubber. You to if you want to do me that way" "Joshua, i don't want to do anything that would hurt you." "Then i can suck you. Or i can use my hands." "I don't know..." "Damnit! You agreed to this last week! I need that food for tomorrow." Joshua was getting angry and felt like crying. "Now don't get upset lad!" the man looked around to see if any of the customers he had was hearing this whispered conversation. "Leanna! Take the register. Joshua come into my office." The boy followed the old man. Inside the man sat down and looked at the boy. "You look like you need a hug." The boy walked up to the man and let him cuddle him for a few minutes. He remembered how his mother used to cradle him and sing lullabies to him in the dark. He missed his father's large, strong arms hugging him in the morning. He didn't realize he was crying until the old man began to sing a lullaby to him to soothe the lads broken heart a bit. "Joshua, we don't have to do this." "But..but who's going to feed the alley people?" he snuffled. "I will give everything i can to the dinner tomorrow. You can count on that." "What about..." "Forget it. Just sit with me and let me cuddle you like i used to do with my kids and grand kids." Joshua hugged the man tight and snuggled in for a nice long cuddle. the first he had in a very long time. Then came the decorators shop. And the ice cream parlor. Santa at the Mall. and finally the church. "Padre! It's me Joshua!" The youngster bellowed in the dark church. "I'm here little one." The Spanish priest spoke from the balcony. "No need to bellow in the house of God." "Sorry. Have you decided?" "Yes. And my answer is no." "What!? I've worked my ass off today! Literally! You know how many cocks have been inside my butt today?! I cant hardly sit down and i ran my feet off all over this stinking town arranging the food! You told me you would!" "I will not be a party to this obscenity." "What the hell do you mean? Your doing every alter boy who you can get your hands on! I come and offer my hole to you and you up and tell me at the last minute to bugger off?! Well you sadistic prick I've been bugger to hell and back today and this dinner is going to happen if i have to let the whole catholic church fuck me!" The boy was pissed. "How dare you speak like that in this place?!" The father stood up in indignation. "Easily you pervert. I know you screw every boy that comes along." "You don't know what your talking about child." "Really?" Joshua reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of Polaroid pictures. "Think i didn't do my homework? I talked to your alter boys. Here's two pictures of you and one of your favorites." "Where did you get those?" The man lost his nerve. "I have a lot more. It don't matter where i got them. Now, i was ready to do this easy. You could have had me the way you like best. I can suck the biggest there is and take the whole thing in my mouth and not gag. I could take any size dick up my butt and still smile. I can make the pope squirt in his robes just wiggling my ass. You could have had the best boy in the world sitting on your holy rod today and been as close to heaven as any man can get without being dead. Instead you pull this crap. I would have gladly let you hump my rump for the use of your damned banquet room. Instead you make me do this." "Boy you don't know what i can do to you?" "You can do a lot of things. But if you do the package i left at school with a note will be found. It's tucked so neatly away. and not even in my desk or locker. Even if you searched the whole school you would never find it unless you know where to look. Just let me use your Banquet room tomorrow and you will get the pictures back." "How can i trust you?" "How can i trust you?" "This is no game boy!" The frightened man bellowed. "No it isn't. Give me what i want and this time tomorrow you will be rid of me. I wont come to this miserable place ever again. We can be rid of one another." "Why should i trust you?" The priest leaned on the banister of the balcony. "Because. You have what i want. I have what you want. After tomorrow i don't want any damned thing from the likes of you." "Joshua, if i ever have even the thought you might seek to use those pictures against me..." "Fuck you. What do you have that i want besides that damned room?" The boy leaned on the pew in front of him. "We seem to be at an impasse" "No. Just you check your collection of porn you've taken of the little boys around here. You will find a few missing. From what i know you keep pretty good track of them. Have them cataloged. You will know exactly which ones are missing. When i get the room, i will give you the pictures. You will know what i have and what i return. I wont keep any of them." "If you know what's good for you , you wont." "Eat a bug." Joshua left the church glad he didn't have to let the priest do him like he planned. The afternoon was dark and cloudy. Rain had started to fall only to turn to freezing slush before it hit the ground. Joshua could not find any of his usual rides to take him back to the east side of town. So he walked. And walked and walked some more. He had used up all his change on his trip to the west side securing the festival necesities. As he progressed he became increasingly cold and wet. Several stupid freaks felt it would be great fun to drive through puddles and splash the shivering boy as they drove in their warm cozy cars to parties and their warm comfortable homes with hot meals and loved ones. Eventually the boy finally trudged his weary and sore body up the stairs to his loft in the abandoned factory. His private place. He carved it out of the ancient place in the large office once occupied by a powerful industry mogul. The fireplace still had a working chimney, so Joshua had some heat when he dragged firewood up to his home. The ceiling was tall with a huge plate glass window, that somehow escaped the ravages of time and elements. In the summer it was a spectacular view of the lake. Now the windows let the cold in. Joshua began peeling off his wet, thin clothing off as he approached the fireplace. When he reached the large stone edifice he was naked and his teeth were chattering. The box of matches scattered over the floor as his frozen hands shook so bad he could not hold them. Giving up on the matches, the naked child grabbed a white bottle of lighter fluid and drenched the wood with an overly generous amount of the flammable fluid. then he picked up a single match and struck it, throwing it into the fire pit. The blast of heat that roared to life gave some measure of relief to the small boy's frame. He curled up on the tattered carpet and shivered while crying softly to himself. "Mark, have you made your selection?" Santa asked his boy. "I found the perfect boy to become Santa after i retire father." "But what about..." "That means nothing. I have gone this long without sex. I can go another two hundred or so." "Who is the lucky young man?" Santa hurried to keep up with his son as he strode to the stables. "Joshua." "I was hoping you would select him. A very caring and giving boy." "I'm going to get him now father. I want him here for Christmas morning. HE deserves a good day. And where better that here?" "Well said my son." Inside the stable, Mark went straight for Rudolph. That stupid tattoo with the heart and 'Santa's my sugar daddy' on it stood out in neon letters against the reign deer's brown fur. "Where did you get that thing Ruddy?" Mark asked for the millionth time. He was greeted by snickers and chortles from the other reindeer. "I don't want to talk about it Mark." The deer was touchy about the whole incident. "Well we gotta fly tonight my friend." "The flight aint till tomorrow Mark. You know the rules." "Screw the rules. I got a boy to bring here and we need to go soon." "The elves are saying your gonna take the boys as a lover. Is that true?" The deer make his way over to the fitting area. "I don't want a lover. I want to help that boy. Also i need an heir before father retires." "You have the biggest case of blue balls I've seen since Dancer, before he took to herd hoping for randy bucks." The deer looked at the man who was fitting him for hi harness. "Sides. I've seen it all in my time. Did you know every Santa there ever has been has gotten a piece or two off some of the kids? Out of the millions of kids there are some like to screw." "What?" "Look. Every year, Santa is faced with at least one kid who hasn't been all nice and such but desperate for some damned toy. So desperate that kid is willing to sit on Santa's dong to get it." The deer shook hard to test the straps. "So you think your dad is any different?" "What do you mean?" "Your dad has been a bit more strict in his beliefs than others. but those youngsters who are borderline can sway his decision with a little tail. He's boned a few lads in his time is what im saying Mark." "Your nuts Rudolph." "Want proof? Just ask the wall. It can show you." "Your serious." "Yup. Also i know this kid your going to get. He likes to have sex with men. He also would make the best damned Santa ever if he decides to come with you." "Then let's get moving Rudy." Mark was still in a daze. First his father tells him he knows his son is a paedophile. Then he tells the boy to seek out a lover in a boy. The it turns out that the man he called father has shafted kids himself. God what a day. Joshua woke to sounds on the tall roof of the place he claimed as his home. It sounded like hose feet and bells. SANTA! Running his naked body to the window he threw open the first one he came to and crawled out onto the fire escape. Craning his neck in the frigid air he could make out the outline of a reindeer on the roof with a small sled attached. Just one reindeer? and wasn't it too early for Santa to be out? The cold forced the child back inside. As he turned to re-enter his home, he saw a man step out of the flames that licked inside the fireplace. He was dressed in a red cloak trimmed in fur. "Santa!" The boy screamed as he ran across the room to fling himself in into the man's arms. "Not quite Joshua." Mark pulled his hood back. "Who are you?" The boy became aware of his nakedness as he was greeted by someone other than the man he thought it was. "My name is Mark. Mark Claus. I am Santa's son." "I didn't know he had a son." The boy backed up warily. Covering his parts in modesty he rarely felt. "No one knows. But then no one thinks Santa ever wants to retire either." The man sat in front of the fire and looked at the boy. "I don't know you/" Joshua looked around like a trapped animal. he wasn't so sure if he wanted to run out of the building stark naked. "But i know you. I also know what you did today and why." "What do you mean?" The boy was near panic. "You sold your body to men today. And a woman, and a girl." the man waited a minute for this to sink in. "The reason you did this was not for money, or even material gain for yourself. You went out giving yourself for sex in return for promises by those that used you for food and items necessary for a banquet to feed homeless people tomorrow. You feel that the shelters and churches are all scrambling to feed homeless people on Christmas, but no one has given a thought to tomorrow, or even the day after. No one, that is, but you." "Yea. so?" The boy stopped backing up. "It's my body. I can let freaks fuck me if i want." "Old Mr. Johansen didn't do anything of the sort. You still secured a promise from him." "yea. If everyone was that easy i would do it all the time." "Easy? To let a virtual stranger see you cry? To let all your emotions out to man that was going to sodomize you? Nothing easy about that. You did what you had to, even at the cost of your innocence and self, to give people you don't even know a hot meal on a day when the world has all but forgotten them in their own petty lives. Most people wouldn't drop a dime in the bucket of the Santa outside their local grocery store much less the amount of work you did today. And to give of themselves like you did? Forget it. Your one incredible young boy Joshua. And i have an offer to make to you that will help you continue to help people all over the world and not have to bend over a table to do it." "What? You want me to become Santa?" The boy snorted. "Yes. Eventually i want you to take my place in the lineage and duty of becoming Santa Claus." "Say what?" The boy was not believing it. "This is true. I want to take you as my son. To train and raise you. To give you the best of everythign there is to have so that you can grow up to become the best Santa Claus there ever was." "And i bet you want to screw my backside every night too." "No." "Yea right. Everyone that ever wanted something out of me wanted to stick something into me to get it." "I don't want to take anything from you. Except maybe this life." "What about the alley people?" "They will survive. They always have and always will. What im giving you is the chance to help millions of people all over the world." "How do i know your not some nutcase?" "How many nutcases can come down a chimney with a raging fire in it and not get burned?" "None i guess." "All you have to do is take that faith in god and ask him what is the truth. He wont betray you. You believe in Santa without fault. Just believe and you will know i speak the truth." "I still don't know." He looked confused and helpless in his nakedness. "I just don't know." Talking off his cloak, Mark held it open for the boy. "It is cold out. Wrap yourself in this. Let's talk and you can ask me any question you want." For what seemed an eternity, Mark answered every question the boy asked and in time the child grew more comfortable with the strange man. Finally he asked the hardest question yet. "Do you want to take me just so you can have sex with me?" Mark thought about it for a long time as the boy studied his face. "I'm not sure. What i am sure of is that you are the best potential Santa claus there has ever been." "Not sure?" Looking into the boys face he knew he couldn't get around it. "I am attracted to boys like that. I want to say i wont try to have sex with you. You are the first boy i have ever met in real life. I have stayed in the workshop my entire life. When i realized this attraction to boys i just kept busy with my work. I have desired and dreamed of having a boy to love and make love to. But i cant dream of hurting any child. But i still have sexual feelings for boys." "So you want to have sex with me?" "Not unless you want to make love with me. Otherwise i will settle for playing with myself in the shower." The boy snickered a bit. "I don't know if i want to have sex with you or not. But What if i don't? Will you fire me?" "No. If you accept this honor i will raise you, train you, love you as i would my own. But i will never send you away for refusing to have sex with me." "What if i don't like it there?" "Then we return you to the general world. We wont just abandon you. But you will have no knowledge of any of what you knew while in the workshop. We have secrets to protect and we cant rely on anyone to keep a secret. so we remove the potential." "You steal their memories?" "No. We wipe them. You cant tell any secrets that you don't remember." "That's not nice." "It is necessary. What would happen if the whole world found out where Santa's workshop is?" "I think i understand. So i can leave if i want?" "Yes. If you want to i can set you up with a nice family and see that you are provided for and kept safe." "Can i think about it?" "Yes. But we don't have much time. I can slow time here for a while but not forever." "Please, just leave me alone for a bit and let me think?" "Of course. I will be on the roof. Just call up the fireplace and i will come right down." With that the man stepped into the fire and vanished up the chimney. Joshua sat wrapped in the cloak given to him by this strange man and looked into the fire asking god for a little help in deciding. As usual he was left to his own decision. This man felt right. He was sincere. At least he didn't lie to him and hide the truth from the boy. HE could have just left out the part of the sex. Or lied about it. If he respected Joshua enough to share this honesty with the child, at least Joshua could go see what the whole story was. "Mark!" He called up the fireplace. The man appeared again through the flames. "Have you decided?" "Yep. I'll go check it out. I think i can trust you. At least i think i can trust you more than i can the men who buggered me today." "You wont be sorry Joshua." Taking the boy's hand they stepped into the flames and vanished. "Don't you want to take anything with you?" Rudolph asked the nearly naked boy. "That's Rudolph!" Joshua screamed. "Yes i am young man. Now don't you want to bring anything with you? Like maybe your clothes?" "My clothes?" Josh hardly felt the chill in the large fuzzy cloak. It tickled his skin and kept him warm. "I will provide you with everything you could ever need or desire Joshua. Including new clothes. If you want we can go back and get the ones you have." Thinking about it Joshua squared his shoulders. "No. I don't need nothing i have here. I don't even have any pictures of my folks anymore. Let's go." Mark helped the lad into the Sled and took the reigns. "Let's fly Rudy!" He called out. "Aint there supposed to be more reign deer?" The inquisitive lad asked. "Naw. This is the Starflier. She only needs one reindeer and is fast. For short hops and light loads. Not like Big Red. She will take Dad out tomorrow for the big trip." "wow!" The small boy breathed as they quickly climbed to the clouds and above. "Joshua, Do you wanna feel what it's like to fly?" "What do you mean?" "Stand up and get in front of me." The boy moved into position and the man let go of the reigns. "Don't worry. Rudy knows how to fly all by himself. Now Face forward and lean over the front rail as far as you can, I will hold you so you don't fall." Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, Joshua tried to lean over but the cloak kept getting in his way. "Can i take this off? It's getting in my feet and all." "Sure. I can keep you warm." Staring in wonder as the child unabashedly dropped his only covering to the floor, the man could not help but thank god for such a beautiful and loving child to be with him right now. Placing his large appearing hands on the boy's hips he guided the lad out over the rail so he was leaning far over the harness that held Rudy to the sleigh. "I'm flying! I'm flying!" The boy laughed as goose bumps appeared all over him. "You cold?" Mark asked his little passenger. "Naw! I'm fine! Faster Rudolph! Faster!" He laughed. Rudolph loved to fly. The faster and more exciting the challenge the better. He played chicken with planes who never saw them and tag with clouds. Hide and seek with lightning and then when Joshua finally sat down in his new friends lap, Rudolph took them on a round the world flight to all the most wondrous places in all the storybooks Joshua read in his school's pitiful library. Never once did he consider putting on the cloak Mark gave him. "Want to put on the cloak little man?" Mark asked as Joshua cuddled in his lap. "No. I'm fine. Feels good to be naked like this. I feel so free, so alive! Every nerve in me is on fire! I got the hardest boner when you let me fly." "I noticed." The man grinned. "But i didn't want to embarrass you." "I let a bunch of men shove their peckers in me today. Nothing can embarrass me." The boy smiled as the man hugged him close and they settled in for a nice slow ride to the workshop. "Were coming in son." Mark sat up a bit as Rudolf circled the compound. "Everyone's there to greet us." "Is that Santa?" The excited child asked in awe. "Yes. and next to him is my mother. And all the elves." "There are girls down there!" "Girl elves, yes." "Quick help me get that cloak on!" "I thought you weren't embarrassed." rudolph snickered. "Around boys im not. But Girls are down there!" The boy scrambled to get covered up. Soon the sled came to a halt in front of the crowd and the two passengers got out. "Welcome to The workshop Joshua!" Santa cheerfully greeted the youngster. "Your really Santa Claus?" He peeped. "HOHOHO Yes i am! The one and only!" "Wow." Every elf in the workshop wanted to meet the new heir to the hat. Mark scooped his proteges up in his arms and insisted everyone get back to work and that they would have a huge dinner party after the big flight. There he would introduce the child to everyone. Joshua felt very uncomfortable in his current state of undress and being the center of attention didn't help matters in the least. Mark could feel the lad's tension as he waded through the crowds of elves to his private wing. "I didn't think there were so many people here!" Joshua felt better out of the spotlight. "Several hundred here. We have a couple of other locations now, but this is still the big one. Have to expand all the time to keep up with demand. More people born every year around the world." "How big is this place? All the story books show is a little cabin and a barn." "Seven hundred and fifty acres of actual production space. Then there is the village, where the elves live, and the barns, stable, yards, pastures, and the main house and gardens mom tends." Mark sat the boy on his huge bed. "Do i have my own room?" The boy looked around the large warm room in awe of all the neat trinkets he had. "Yes. Mom said it is still being prepared so i though it would be best if you waited here." "Cool. can i have a bath? I smell like jizz still." The boy was as blunt as a baseball bat. "Yes. In the bathroom is a big tub. Take your time and relax." "can you help me?" the boy sounded scared to be alone. "Sure. Anything you want." The bathing boy didn't need help, as such, except for his back. He wanted company. The two talked all the time the tyke was soaking in the bubbled and warm water. Soon the boy was clean and smelling nice and sitting, naked, in front of the roaring fire on Marks favorite bear skin rug, drying out. "I like this rug. It's fuzzy." The boy ran his fingers through the long fur. "Me too. I liked to sleep on it when i was little. Still do from time to time. I liked the way it tickled my butt." The man smiled. "Your butt? Were you naked?" "Yes. I never have worn clothes to bed." "What if someone sees you?" Joshua's eyes grew wide. "Don't care. No one around here cares much. The elves are not modest and could care less if your naked or not. Dad don't care much. Mom is a bit less open about it. But she didn't stop me from wandering the halls bare assed from time to time." "You don't care?" "Nope. Neither will anyone else here. The elves wont even pay attention or say anything about it. If you want to go nude i don't mind. As long as your here i am responsible for you and come next year i am in charge. So don't worry about it." "Dears, Joshua's room wont be ready until morning. We cant seem to find the spare bed." Mrs. Claus walked into the room. "EEP!" Joshua hid behind Mark. "Now dear. I wont bite. It isn't like i didn't see you naked already." "What do you mean?" The boy peeped. "I watched your whole conversation with Mark. I also saw two naughty boys flying in the sleigh. I told you a hundred times not to do that mark./ What if he slipped?" "Mom, i had a good grip on him. I would never let him fall." "Yes, but what if he did?" "I woulda gone splat all over london." The boy giggled. "Yes. And we would be without an heir to the tradition. Now come here." She commanded the child. "I'm naked." Josh squeaked as if it would protect him. "So? I need to measure you for some clothes. Unless you intend on spending the next hundred years nude?" Joshua mustered all his courage and figured it could not be as bad as what he endured this afternoon. "Ok." He stood up and walked over to the lady sitting on the stool. She took her time measuring the boy from the tip of his head to the toes of his feet. "You are a bit small for your age lad. We need to fatten you up some. Boxers or briefs?" "What?" "What kind of underwear do you prefer? Boxers or briefs?" "I aint had none in a long time." "well let's just go with briefs. Most boys your age prefer them. Now how about a swimsuit? You like trunks or bikinis?" "Mom, let him settle in first. He's not been here an hour yet." "I need to know so i can get a wardrobe together. Now i think you would look best in bikinis." "Nothing radical mom. Speedoes are fine. Nothing like those french thingies." "French? What are those?" Joshua asked almost forgetting his nakedness. ""They look like a string with a small marble sack tied onto it. they don't cover anything at all." Mrs. Claus explained. "OH. The speedo things I guess." "Ok. Now will you want some pajamas, or will you be sleeping nude?" "I don't know." "Well I think nude is the way to go Josh. But then you have to decide that yourself." Mark gave his two cents worth. "Can i try nude then if i don't like it can i get some pajamas?" "Absolutely." "OK!" the boy seemed to relax more the longer he was in the presence of the elderly woman. "That will be fine for now Joshua. Now it is late. I will have some food sent up and then i order you straight to sleep." "Yes ma'am." The boy peeped. The two friends sat on the rug and chatted at each other for a few minutes until a cute elderly elf lady popped up with a plate of food for each. Joshua blushed to his toes as the Girl set his plate before him. He tried to cover himself but knew she saw. "thank you." He mumbled. As she smiled at him and left. "That was so embarrassing!" He moaned and stuffed his face in the fur rug. "Why?" "She was a GIRL!" "Actually she is a great grand mother." "She cant be more that ten!" "Elves age backwards silly. The younger they look the older they are. Aia is close to three thousand years old." "Your kidding." "Nope." "Wow." "get used to them just appearing where they are. In the bathroom. While your showering. Whenever and wherever." "Don't they knock?" "Nope. Never do see the need. Privacy is not a concept they understand too well." "What if im sitting on your weenie? Will one pop in and say 'excuse me but i need a cigarette?" "No." The man laughed. "they are more considerate than that. They will not come in when we want to be alone. But if your in the tub and just sitting there? Your fair game then. If your laying in bed yanking off? Nope. that's private time." "But if im naked?" "Nudity is nothing to them. You have nothing they haven't either got or seen. So why should anyone be shy around them?" "Weird." "Naw. But i guess it will take some getting used to." The man dug into his plate as the boy devoured his. Soon the two were cuddling by the fire with full bellies and sleepy eyes. Deep into the morning hours when the world Joshua left was still asleep he woke to go pee. He found his friend asleep in the chair next to the fireplace that still cracked with majial fire that never died out. He looked so content and happy just sitting there watching over the small boy. Joshua felt so happy to have a man love him without asking for sex. He was curious about the man and how it would be to make love to him. The boy had no idea what 'making love' really meant. Every sexual encounter was rather one sided for him. He either did the sucking or was bent over. Occasionally a man would feel his privates up, get him all hot, but never do much more that tickle his penis. Some would suck him but he never did feel loved. "Mark?" The boy shook the man gently. "What is it Josh?" he rubbed his eyes and tried to wake up. "Your so nice to me. I want to give you something in return." "What is it little prince?" He smiled warmly at the child trying to not fall back asleep. "Make love to me." Mark snapped awake immediately. "What?" "I want you to make love to me." "Are you sure? I mean you don't have to. I have never been so happy as when we just sat cuddling together." "Yes. You love me and i think i love you. I like to do those things and it is the only thing i have to give you in return for all you've done for me." "Your love is all i need. You don't have to give me your body." "Please? I want to. No one ever made love to me before. I want to be loved, not used." Mark slowly undressed before the boy. He wasn't sure about it all but he knew it felt right and he wanted so bad to make the boy feel loved. tonight he would.