SANTA'S NAUGHTY LIST
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"He knows when you've been sleeping, He knows when you're awake, He knows when you've been bad or good, So be good, for goodness' sake!"
Bah! Humbug!
I was six years old and I was out to prove Santa didn't care if you were naughty or nice. I had noticed this from Rex last year. Rex was the nastiest young boy I knew on the playground, always breaking other kids' toys or sticking mud in your hair or other stuff, plenty to get him on Santa's Naughty List if anything could. But on December 26, Rex had come to the daycare center and he had had the toy he had asked Santa for almost two weeks before. I had watched for that particular truck, wanting to see Santa gave him a big, nasty lump of coal instead. But no, Rex had his toy and when I dared asked him, he said, "Santa gave it to me, of course, you stupid head."
Well, this year, I would find out. I would risk my chances for new toys and get lumps of coal instead, but I was going to be naughty and I was going to find out, once and for all, if Santa really was watching you all year long, deciding whether or not to give you the toy you wanted. I knew I had wanted a GI Joe doll the year before, and I hadn't gotten it, and I'd been good, darn it, I'd been so good, and Santa hadn't given me my GI Joe doll, but he had given nasty old Rex his blue Tonka dump truck! So this year, I was going to darned well be naughty and see what happened.
So I did everything I could think of to get on Santa's Naughty List that year. I dipped Susie Franklin's pigtails into her spaghetti and got it all sloppy, then let it slap down onto her clean, white dress. Boy, how she squealed! The teacher grabbed me, slapped my hand and said, "You'd better watch out, Peter, because Santa is watching you extra careful now, you know!"
I grinned up at her and said, "Ah, he's not watching anyone. I bet he didn't see a thing!"
And so it went, from me spraying Jimmy and Betty at the drinking fountain with the spigot and my finger pressed over the nozzle, and me tripping fat old Mark when he was headed for the desert table and he landed with his face on a piece of banana creme pie! How everyone laughed!
And that was on Christmas Eve Eve, or December 23rd, and I rested on my laurels of naughtiness somewhat the next day, seeing how I was home and I couldn't break nothing that wouldn't get me plenty of trouble above and beyond Santa Claus. I figured I was well up on his Naughty List already.
I went to sleep as well as any kid can on Christmas Eve, and I woke up about five o'clock in the morning like usual and went down to check on my presents. I couldn't open any, but you can tell which box might hold the GI Joe doll (which I was still wanting a year later) and which boxes held underwear and stuff.
One box was kind of...glowing. A gold-wrapped box with red ribbon, small and square, it had a big tag on it... "For Peter."
I knew that I had to open that box right then and there. I did and inside was...a lump of coal!
A lump of coal!
And a card. I pulled it out. I figured Grandpa had pulled this on me, he had been saying Santa would send me a lump of coal this year for certain, but he'd always said that starting at Thanksgiving dinner and repeating it at every visit. This lump of coal would be from Grandpa, of course.
The note said, "You had been put on Santa's Naughty List. If you want the toys you asked Santa for this year, take this lump of coal up to your room and get back in bed. Now."
Numbly, I obeyed. But...but how had Rex got his blue dump truck! Was I to remain forever GI Joe-less? Oh, I had a few of the smaller plastic GI Joe toys, but I wanted the big one with the real clothes and life-like features, the ten-inch tall GI Joe! And I had lost it, trying to prove that Santa didn't have a Naughty List...and being wrong!
I got into bed and that lump of coal was right next to my head, only a few inches away. I looked at it and the lump seemed to grow bigger and bigger, and the blackness grew in the room and surrounded me, I got dizzy for a second and then...poof!
I was standing with a lot of other kids just like me. And we were surrounded by elves! Elves! Oh, they were definitely elves. While they were our size, they were full-grown men, just short and built to scale. They were wearing green suits just like you see them in the books and stories and on television.
I was startled and scared. What was going on?
"All right, you kids, you listen up!" barked one elf with a megaphone in his hand. "You all know why you're here, right?"
"No!" I said and so did some others.
"You're here because Santa found you all to be very naughty little boys!" came the answer. "You're here because Santa made us make your toys just the same, just in case some of you managed to get over to the Good List at the last second. Of course, none of you did, but we've got your toys, everything you asked Santa for. We elves worked ourselves long hours for weeks and weeks to get those toys made. And now, now that Santa is sleeping very, very soundly after a very, very long night of work, you naughty boys get a chance to earn your toys for this year after all."
So THAT was how Rex had done it! He hadn't been a "good little boy" while I wasn't watching, he had come up here and he had done something to earn that blue dump truck. My GI Joe! I could get my GI Joe doll!
"Now, in case you're wondering, the girls are all working with the reindeer. Cleaning their stalls, brushing their fur, decorating their horns. The reindeer get the naughty little girls, we elves get the naughty little boys. You do what you're told, just like those girls do for the reindeer, and you'll get your toys."
"Now, you boys line up for your assignments."
You can imagine that we boys hastily got in line. I was wearing only my pajama bottoms, but so were a lot of guys in line, or just briefs or sleepers or nightshirts or such.
The guy who'd had the big horn was the one assigning us. He would bark out, "Workroom" or "Kitchen" or "Floor Duty." Sounded like they were going to use us to clean up everything, all the mess of the many days of working on toys night and day. I could do that, for my GI Joe doll! Shucks, I would have done that for Grandma if she would have bought me the doll!
When I got there, he looked at me and smiled, "Put this one in the Joy Room."
The other elves giggled.
"What's the Joy Room?"
"You just do what you're told." the elf barked at me. "You want that GI Joe doll, don't you, Peter?"
He knew my name and my desired toy. "Yes, sir." I said.
"Then just go to the Joy Room and be ready to do anything they ask you to. Next!"
I went to the direction the elves were motioning me, and they were all grinning. I got to one point and found myself sliding down a slide, it went around and around and down and up and I don't know all what. It was more fun than frightening.
It dumped me into a room filled with boys and elves. A whole mess of them, and a whole bunch of groaning sounds.
"Hey, I get this one!" said an elf said as he grabbed hold of me. He was big, muscular and he grinned at my startled face. "Hi, Peter. You ready to earn your GI Joe doll at last?"
All these elves knew every one of us. "Yes, sir." I said again. "What do I do?"
"Nothing you haven't done before, sort of." the elf said and his hand dug into my pajamas and caught hold of my little wienie. "You like having your friends to sleepover and you play with each other's wienies, don't you?"
"Yes, sir." I said again. His fingers were strong and he was working my little dickie so nicely.
"So why don't you play with mine for me, eh?" he murmured in my ear. "Get that GI Joe doll for sure if you make me happy."
With that for a promise, I was more than willing. After all, this elf was my size, he wasn't at all scary. And he had my GI Joe promised me by Santa! I turned and found that he was naked, except for his elf hat. I caught hold of his dick and it wasn't that much bigger than mine, except that it was so much harder and firm. And warm, really, really warm!
"That's the way, Peter, play with my willy for me." the elf murmured. "That'll do for a start."
Another elf came over and pulled my pajama bottoms down to my ankles and snuggled up behind me. "You mind sharing him with me?" he asked the other elf.
"Go ahead." the first elf said. "Hey, Peter, how about you give me a kiss."
I leaned forward with my lips puckered and the elf sneered, "No, silly, give it a kiss. What you've been playing with, kiss it for me."
I hesitated and he said, "Do it."
My GI Joe doll. I had to get it! I bent over and I gave the elf's prick a soft little kiss.
And I felt the other elf's tongue dig into my butt cheeks. He was licking at my asshole! God, that felt so good, I just moaned and stayed bent over.
"Kiss it again." the first elf instructed.
I did and when I got my lips on it, he kind of shoved and the head of it popped into my mouth. I started to pull away and he caught my head with his hands. "No, no, Peter, suck on it for me. Suck it like it was a fat lollipop. Suck it for Santa and his elves."
I sucked on it and he groaned. "Ah, yeah, just a sweet boy, I love the feel of these naughty little boys when they suck on my dick."
The tongue of that other elf was still digging at my butthole, I had the hardest little whanger from the feel of that. I had never felt anything like that, it was like he was digging his tongue-tip into my butt.
"Back and forth, kid." the first elf said. "Suck it by moving your lips back and forth. Keep those lips on it tight." I did as he said and he moaned, a long, low groan unlike anything I'd ever heard before. I loved the sound of it, this elf loving me sucking on his cock, and I began to bob back and forth faster. I was going to get my GI Joe doll by doing this, and it was fun, too!
The elf licking my ass stopped and I gave a grunt of protest.
"Relax, kid." the second elf said behind me. "You're going to like what happens next even better. Just stay where you are."
I did and I felt it touching me. At first, I thought it was his tongue again, then I thought it was his finger. But it was bigger than a finger. Then he touched it to my asshole, and I realized that it was his dick. I gave a grunt, but then he shoved it into me.
Now I know that this should have hurt me a lot. But I guess elves have some special powers. All I felt was this big cock shoving into me, and all I felt was the pleasure of that as it slid into me, the joy of having a hard elf dick in my little boy ass.
Now these two elves began to fuck at me, one at my mouth and one at my ass, the two of them were shoving deep into me at the same time, and then pulling out. All I had to do was stay still and they did all the work.
A third elf slid under me and his mouth fastened onto my dick, and I groaned. God, I was so hard, the feeling of these dicks in me were marvelous, and when that warm mouth closed on my dick, I shuddered and my little-boy orgasm made me shiver all over.
"First one, eh, kid?" one elf said (I couldn't tell which) and I nodded. "Well, one more power we elves have, you are going to have them just as often as you want to. Let's speed up on Peter, now, fellows, he's primed now and ready for all we can give him."
From then, they were fucking at me hard. That dick in my mouth was driving in and out real fast and it was getting hot. The one in my butt was really humping me, the elf's hips were slamming my buttocks, and it was getting hot, too.
"Ah, ah, Peter, here it comes, catch it and drink it, boy!" the first elf said as he hunched at my mouth. "Drink it all down! GUH-UH-GUHHHUH!"
And he came in my mouth, my first taste of come. Hot, salty, wet and sticky, but I loved the taste of it, right from the start, that elf come was the best I've ever had. It was kind of sweet (elves eat a lot of sweet things) and I gulped it down as quick as he shot it into me.
"I'm coming now, too, kid!" the second elf fucking my ass said, and he grunted and then moaned and with that moan, I felt another elf-load squirting into my ass. That felt good, too, it made me tingle inside in one special place, and I gasped.
The elf sucking me said, "My turn now, Peter. Come sit on my lap." He was sitting with his legs outwards, his cock upright. I knew what he meant.
I squatted over him and he slid under to guide his cock. I ended up sitting on his cock with it up my asshole, and it felt good, too.
"That's a good little naughty boy, Peter." the elf said, and I grinned. "Now, can you bounce up and down for me. I'm awfully tired from working on your GI Joe doll."
"You're the one who made it for me?"
"Part of it, I sure did. Now, show me a little appreciation." he said to me.
I did my best, and he was moaning. Another elf stepped up and waggled his cock at me and I opened my mouth and he shoved it in. A couple more elves stepped up and I ended up giving both of them handjobs. I was the one doing all the work, but you know, I managed it without any real trouble at all. I got a load of elf-come on one cheek and the other one on my shoulder, and the elf I was riding came with a loud groan and I felt his load join the one already up there. That splash on that special place inside me made me come again and my groaning caught the elf I was sucking and he came while I was still gasping. I choked a little on his come-load, but only a little.
It went on and on. Santa's got an awful lot of elves, a lot more than you may think, and they were all guys. I guess there aren't any female elves, or they live at the South Pole or something. I just know that I had an endless line of elves jumping my bones, and around me, all the other naughty little boys had just as many, the elves outnumbered us many times over, and we had our hands full (as well as our mouths and asses full), and it went on and on. I don't how often I had my little-boy climaxes, but there were plenty of them. The elves' magic let my body enjoy all of this, all their bodies, and I was covered with elf come, my stomach filled with elf jizz, my ass dripped their come, and it lubricated it for more elves to fuck me over and over and over.
After some long, endless time, I was aware that it was over. I was lying on the floor along with a lot of other thoroughly fucked boys, and the elf with the megaphone (or maybe it was another, but he had the horn to speak to us).
"Okay, fellows, you all did a real good job of helping us elves relax after our hard work this Christmas season. You just lie there and close your eyes now, close your eyes and relax, relax, sleep now, sleep."
And you know, I did. I woke up with a jerk, and I was in my own bed. I looked at the edge of the bed and the coal was gone. The clock said seven in the morning. But I had spent longer at the North Pole, I had!
More elf magic, I guessed.
I ran downstairs. No glowing small box. But there was a small, rectangular box just the right size, with my name on it!
I was allowed to open my presents as soon as it was daylight. The sun wasn't really up, but it was light outside.
I tore the box open and there it was! GI Joe in all his large, clothing-covered, weapon-toting glory!
And a card. I read it and it said, "You were great, kid! Everyone wants you back next year if you are naughty again!"
As I finished reading it over the second time, the writing glowed and then changed to simply, "Season's Greetings."
Meanwhile...I had my GI Joe! Time for action!
As for next Christmas...just call me another naughty little boy!
THE END
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