Message-ID: <18548eli$9901211909@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: Brewster Boys/Santa (b/t/m domination) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981217073952.17399.qmail@hotmail.com> Caution: This is a gay story involving preteens and young teens, domination and Santa Claus posted for adult entertainment only. If you don't believe young boys should have sex, or in Santa, don't read this. Permission is not given to copy electronically or in any other form for the purpose of redistribution. Christmas presents may be sent to J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com The Brewster Boys and Santa Santa's tummy shook as he laughed at the sight of the stack of chocolate brownies and the huge mug of milk. Leave it to the Brewster boys. Most children would leave maybe four cookies, one for each of them, but the four brothers must have left at least a dozen and a half. He glanced at the photos of the four boys on the fireplace mantle, each one above a bright red or green Christmas stocking. Nine-year-old Bobby was a handsome boy who took after his dad. He had his Dad's hazel eyes, high cheek bones and dark brown hair, which he wore in the current style of shaved sides and permed top, but he had his mother's fine features of nose and mouth. Eleven-year-old Benny was a slightly older version of Bobby, having exactly the same features and the same devilish grin. "Actually," Santa thought as he reached for another brownie, "what goes around comes around. Their father was a bit of a devil when he was their age too, and his father before that." The merry old elf did have to admit that in this case, the boys' father had gotten considerably more than his deserved share of retribution. Physically, the thirteen-year-old twins took after their mother. Wearing their fine blond hair down to their shoulders, and having their mother's delicate looks, blue eyes, and small bones, the two boys looked more like young girls than teenage boys. Actually, at four foot nine and ninety pounds, there were many girls their age taller and heavier. When it came to personality, however, they too took after their father. "Well," Santa thought as he stuffed another brownie in his mouth and reached for the next, "it will take a lot more than this to swing the balance in their favour considering the boys' behaviour this past year." He checked off the list. First, there had been the lipping off to parents and teachers that applied to all four boys. Then there had been the toad left in Bobby's teacher's desk. The picture Benny had drawn on the chalk board of Mr. Carsley sucking cock and had then covered with the roll-up map had drawn a lot of laughs from his classmates. The used condom in Mrs Wilson's desk, the twin's teacher, had also been the talk of the school yard for a week afterward. The squirting of their young seed into the condom the old toy maker was tempted to list as a separate offense, but considering that these days every boy engaged in the vice of masturbation, he decided against it. Besides, there were plenty of other offenses. There had been the incident where the boys had convinced little six-year-old Suzie that there was a bad case of cuntitis going around and to raise her dress and drop her panties so the boys could check if she had it. Of course there were countless times the twins had copied someone else's homework, and the time Benny had skipped school to play video games all afternoon. Who could forget the incident of the Tabasco sauce and the neighbour's cat, which Bobby claimed to know nothing about, and the missing bottle of vodka and the four very sick boys last Easter? Finishing off the last brownie, Santa wiped the crumbs from his moustache. He had at least two pages in his book just on the Brewster boys for this past year. The lumps of coal and four potatoes he had brought for their stockings would be a just reminder that there was still someone on this Earth who watched if you were naughty or nice, and who still rewarded the good and punished the naughty. As he swung around to his sack, he suddenly felt a dizzy spell pass over him. Quickly sitting in the arm chair, he took several deep breaths as his head began to spin and everything in the room went blurry. Mrs Claus had warned him all these rich deserts and his weight were going to catch up to him. "Toldya the fat pig would eat every one of them," he vaguely heard a voice say. "Shit, all eighteen. No wonder he's so fat," came another voice that was identical but on the other side of him. "Forget that, let's get into that sack," observed a younger voice. He blinked his eyes and the vision of four young, cherubic boys in fuzzy blue and white striped pajamas came into view, except these were hardly cherubs. These were the Brewster brothers, and they were trying desperately to open his toy sack. "You won't be able to open it," Santa said, his tongue feeling strangely thick and everything around him taking on strange colours and wobbly shapes. "Heya, Santa, how's it hangin'?" asked Brett, one of the twins. "Feelin' good?" asked Bobby with a giggle. "Maybe a little high?" asked Brent, the other twin. "What have you boys done?" "Toldya he'd be too busy to be spying on us this morning," Brett said triumphantly. "Yeah, well, I was the one that said he'd eat eighteen brownies," bragged Brent. "Why won't this sonovabitch bag open?" cursed Bobby. "It's magical. Only I can open it," Santa explained, hoping that by explaining the futility of his actions the nine-year-old might not get any angrier than he already was. He knew all too well the boy's temper, and what he was capable of. "Fuck!" the boy cursed. "That is the sort of language that puts you in the naughty book," Santa reprimanded, wagging his finger, except it looked like three fingers in his clouded mind. "Fuck, piss, shit, damn," Bobby cursed, showing the old fart just what he thought of his naughty book. "Then you'll have to open it for us," Benny suggested. He was the wheedler of the four. "I hardly think so," Santa replied as he blinked his eyes and wished that he could clear his head of the fog that had filled it. "Oh yeah," said the twins together with a gleam in their eyes. "We can make you." Santa knew their history very well, and there was no doubt they could make things very uncomfortable for him, but they were, after all, just boys. He could take whatever they came up with. Besides, he had been dealing with naughty boys for more than sixteen hundred years. "Think we're kidding don'tcha?" Brett asked. "No, but you won't get any of the toys in that sack. You don't deserve any of them. You can do what you want. I won't open it." "Yeah? How about this then?" Brett asked, winding up and giving Santa a solid blow to the stomach. Santa grunted as the young boy's fist sunk into his rotund belly, but at four foot nine and ninety pounds, he didn't have the strength to have that much of an effect. Besides, with his heavy suit, Santa hardly felt a thing. Brent stepped up and tried his best with the same result. Benny gave him a sharp kick to the shins but with his slippered foot and Santa's big snow boots, he ended up stubbing his toes instead. "Ahhh, fuckin' shit!" he called out, hopping on one foot while he held the other. Bobby leaped on his lap and gave his whiskers a solid tug just as he had done to store Santas ever since he'd been able to walk, but when you are as old as Santa, that was a minor pain. "All right you fat bugger," Brett said defiantly, "see what you think of this." Pulling down Santa's fly, he reached inside and found his eggs before Santa's befuddled mind could focus on what was happening and stop the thirteen-year-old delinquent. His balls were hot and sweaty in his big winter suit and long johns. Wrapping his fingers about them, Brett squeezed, and although he caused the ancient man to clench his eyes and wince with the pain, Santa did not give in. That pain was nothing compared to the kick Vixen had given him between the legs the night he'd been feeling particularly horny and Mrs. Claus had not been in the mood. Besides, at his age, his nuts were not of much use anymore anyway. "Fucking shit damn," cursed Bobby. "We ain't gonna get in the sack," observed Benny. "Yeah, well, who needs toys anyway?" Brett rationalized. "What the fuckin' shit you mean?" Bobby replied, his eyes growing wide. "You eat some of those brownies?" "What did you put in those brownies anyway?" Santa asked, feeling very mellow despite the circumstances he found himself in. "Hash," the twins replied with a grin, and Santa smiled back at them. "So, if we can't get in the sack, let's have some fun," Brent said. "Like what?" "Like, who want's to see if Santa's dick is as fat as the rest of him?" The boys all giggled and as one, leaped on the befuddled old man. Wrestling him to the floor, they tugged off his big black snow boots, and soon had his big black belt unbuckled and his red fur-trimmed coat off. Each of the twins took one of his suspenders, and pulling them back, they snapped them against his fat chest, causing him to jerk with the pain. He tried to fight the boys off, but the marijuana had taken effect, and he had next to no control over his body, or his mind. With the amount he had consumed, he was doing well just being conscious of what was happening around him, and that was only because of his size and stupendous weight. The boys unbuttoned his shirt and after some difficulty, managed to roll him over and remove it. It took all four of them to tug off his pants. The four boys stopped for a breather, their thin chests heaving with the exertion and their bodies damp with perspiration. This was hot work, especially in their flannel pj's. Santa lay there helplessly on his back in nothing but his red woolly long johns. He resisted feebly as the boys unbuttoned them, and slipped them off. "Oh, man, look at that belly!" "Shit, look at his chest! He's got so much fat he's got tits like a girl!" "They're bigger than Suzzie's!" The boys all giggled. They suddenly pounced on him and began to explore his body with their hands. Bobby and Benny played with his chest, bunching up his tits and wiggling them and trying to make them stick out like a girl's. Brent bunched up the folds of fat on his stomach. Burying his little hands in them and jiggling them, he was amazed at the layers of blubber compared to his own flat stomach. Brett raised the old man's legs and flopped the fat on his thighs back and forth like the wattles on a rooster. Perspiring with their exertion, Bobby and Benny chucked their pajamas and snuggled up to the naked, merry old elf on the carpet. His body was soft and warm. This was even better than snuggling up to a fluffy pillow. They rubbed their smooth, naked bodies against him and ran their hands through the white hairs on his chest and fondled his nipples. His nipples soon became hard, much to their amazement, and as they continued to fondle them Santa squirmed with the pleasure. Intrigued, the boys fondled them even more, which made them grow still firmer and made Santa quiver with arousal. It had been many years since anyone had done that to him, and despite the circumstances, it felt good. To his shame, he felt a stirring between his legs. "Hey, his belly really is like a bowl of jelly," observed Brent as he pushed his fist into the old man's pale pink stomach. "Push in one place and it bulges out somewhere else." "Yeah? Well, his bum is more like a tub of lard," observed Brett as he gave it a resounding smack. "Hey, I owe him a good smack for not bringing me that Mortal Combat game last Christmas," said Brent. Rolling Santa over on his stomach, Brett gave his ass a solid smack, leaving his hand print on the old man's butt. "Fuck, I got a dozen gifts I asked for that he never brung," observed Bobby gleefully. One by one the boys took turns smacking his fat ass, at first in punishment for unfulfilled wish lists, and then just for the fun of smacking the plump cheeks. Pain rippled through his rump with each smack, the boys striking him with all their strength in anger for gifts never delivered and for the pairs of socks and underwear that had been left instead, and then simply to see who could outdo the other. Pain from one smack was still rippling through his bum when the next smack was delivered. The boys continued until his fat arse was glowing like Rudolph's nose and felt like it was on fire. "Hey, his butt is as red as his suit!" observed Benny and the boys all laughed. "And it's hot." "I know how to make it even hotter," observed Benny. "Yeah? How's that?" "Remember when we caught Justin's brother and his girlfriend by surprise?" he said with a leer. "Oh yeah," Bobby replied with a wide grin. "Would you really do that?" "Sure." "To a guy?" "Why not? An asshole is an asshole." "You wouldn't!" "Would too." "Bull" "Watch and see." They rolled Santa back over on his back and slipped the sofa cushions under his hips to raise his ass as they had watched Justin's brother do. Benny began to play with himself, and he did not have to tug on his penis long before he had it stiff. "Benny," warned Santa in his foggy mind, "you shouldn't be doing that." "Oh yeah? Well, you wait and see what I'm going to do next," he said with a wicked grin. He let go of his erect penis and the little eleven-year-old boner jerked up and down excitedly. "You'll like it, you'll see," he said as he squeezed his little pink erection and tensed with the strange pleasure it brought him. "Ha, just like Justin's brother said," laughed Bobby. Benny knelt between the old man's legs and the now quite concerned toy-maker tried to get up, but he was too dizzy to put up any resistance. He lay there helplessly as he felt the hot, hard little knob of the young boy's penis press against his anus. This could not be happening to him! Raped by an eleven-year-old child on Christmas Eve! The twins each took a butt cheek and pulled them apart in an attempt to help their younger brother penetrate the fat rump. The two boys watched with excitement as their brother's little three inch penis slowly entered the old man's hot asshole. Santa lay there helplessly, the two brothers stretching apart his ass while the third knelt there with his boy cock sunk up his rectum. "Fuck, you got it in!" exclaimed Bobby. "How's it feel?" Brett inquired. "Awesome. His bumhole is so hot!" Benny began to work his hips to and fro as he and Bobby had seen Justin's older brother doing to his girl. "Well," said Brett, "I'm going to have some fun too." He pushed down his pyjama bottoms. "What are you going to do?" asked his twin. "Get a blow job." "I was thinking the same thing." "Then let's." "Together, at the same time?" "Sure." "Far out!" Brent giggled as he too pushed down his pyjama bottoms and stepped out of them. Like his brother, he already had a hardon. The two twins approached the old man on either side of his head. Reaching for their little boy cocks, they leaned in and aimed their stiff little dicks for Santa's mouth. "Forget it," Santa glared. "I might not be able to do anything about your brother, but you can't make me do that." He clamped his lips shut tightly. The two looked at each other for a moment. "Hey, Bobby, get that candle on the fireplace and light it." Bobby hastened to do his older brother's bidding. Brent told him to wait until the tip was full of melted wax, and then to drip it onto Santa's nipple. Bobby grinned with malicious glee. The five waited patiently, Benny even pausing in what he was doing to watch. It seemed to take forever, but finally the candle wax began to drip down the side. Bobby immediately held it over Santa's chest and tipped it. As the hot wax struck his teat, Santa grimaced and jerked with the burning pain. "What do you say, you gonna give us a blow job?" Santa said nothing. It hurt, but to do what the boys wanted was sick. He loved little children, but not that way. Although he could not prevent being ravaged by their eleven-year-old brother, he could refuse to open his mouth. With everything he had gone through over the centuries, he could handle the pain of a little melted wax. "Next one drip on his dick head." "All right. I'll do it." He could handle some pain, but he was not prepared to handle that much. Besides, they were the ones forcing him to perform oral sex on them, not the other way around. Why should he risk getting his dick head burnt? Once again the two boys knelt on either side of his head and he reluctantly opened his mouth. The two twin wieners entered his mouth and he closed his lips about them. For the deeply religious and prudish old man, this was the most repugnant thing he had ever had to do in sixteen hundred years of living. To be forced to do such a thing to another male was degrading and humiliating, and to be forced to do it by two children made it even more so. Knowing he had no choice but to do the sordid act, he decided to do it as fast as he could and get it over with. As he sucked on the hot, hard boymeat, he felt the two becoming even firmer in his mouth. Brent and Brett glanced at each other and grinned as each felt himself swelling in the old man's mouth. Never had they felt so hard or so horny. As each felt the other's hard cock pressing against his, it was even more wonderful. The twins were used to doing many things together, and this had to be the ultimate. The way that Santa was sucking on their little cocks, the boys were convinced that the old man had been cowered into doing whatever they wanted. The feeling of power over the old bugger made them feel all that much better. Revenge is sweet when you are thirteen, especially when it is an adult that you are getting the best of. Soon their four-inch stiffs were hot and throbbing. The two teenagers squirmed and in their excitement began to work their itchy little cocks in and out of Santa's mouth. This felt even better than tugging on them. As Santa sucked on the two boys, Benny resumed screwing his ass. That was definitely better than tugging on it as far as the eleven-year-old was concerned, and already he was forming plans how he might get his younger brother to allow him to do this to him. Mind you, it probably would not feel as good as fucking Santa. For one, the old man's fat ass was a warm, soft cushion for Benny's hairless groin. For another, he was not just fucking the old fart, he was paying him back for all those toys he had not delivered in the past. Straddling the old man's fat stomach with his back to him, Bobby began to rock back and forth, rubbing his little nuts against the man's hairy stomach. The man was so fat Bobby's feet just barely touched the carpet. He reached over and began to fondle the old man's dick as he had seen his twin brothers fondle theirs, and as the twins had on occasion let him do to them. Santa's cock slowly began to respond until his thick, uncut dick stood straight up in the air. Standing at six-and-a-half inches and with a shaft circumference of five inches, it was impressive. The boys all paused to admire the old man's staff and each in turn wrapped his little fist around it and felt it. Now this was going to be something to tell their friends tomorrow! Santa could only lay there as he watched the children fondle that most private part of his person, and then resume what they had been doing before the interruption. Although the images around him were going in and out of focus, and although he was finding it difficult to concentrate, the old man was fully aware of what was happening to him. He was also feeling the shame and the humiliation just as clearly as if he was not high on the hash. The shock of being sexually assaulted by four children, and the even greater shock at the immense joy the boys were experiencing cut through the effects of the drug. The four boys were grunting with exertion and desire as lust filled their young minds and their stiff little organs throbbed with irritation. Their hot little bodies were perspiring, and the sweat was running along Santa's folds of fat in rivulets. After ten minutes of the most intense pleasure the four boys had ever felt, Bobby noticed the clock on the mantle. "Hey, the clock is broken. It's still the same time as when Santa arrived." "No," Santa explained, slipping his mouth off the two hard little cocks to give his jaw a much needed break. His mind was now groggy not just from the drugs but from the pleasure rippling through his erection and up his anus. The former he had not felt in decades, and the latter he had never felt in his life. "It's not broken," he explained, trying to get his mind off the pleasure that was rippling through his body, and the guilt feelings he was experiencing for enjoying what was happening to him. "Time stops whenever I enter a home." "So that's how you can cover the whole world in one night." "Yes." "If it stops, that means we can do this all night. . . ." "Yes," Santa said. On the one hand he knew that what was happening here was totally wrong, but on the other he had never felt so aroused in centuries. On the one hand he wanted this humiliation to be over, but on the other, he would not mind if it lasted for several hours. It was with those confused, mixed feelings that he slipped his mouth back over the two stiff, flushed boy cocks. As the young teens began to thrust their irritated shafts in and out of his mouth, reality set back in. The sooner he brought the two boys off, the sooner all this would be over. All four boys had no desire for this to end as they resumed their fun with a renewed vigour. This was totally awesome. Benny's little cock was feeling fantastic as he furiously fucked Santa's ass. It seemed to get hotter and hotter with each thrust. This was way better than jacking off. The young boy felt the tension slowly developing in his groin, and he began to thrust even faster and harder. He had to go off. His little butt became a blur as he humped the merry old elf furiously. His cock got hotter and more tingly until finally he felt a spring uncoil deep in his groin. He shivered and gasped and thrust his hips as he began his dry orgasm. It was not his first, and he closed his eyes and sighed with the familiar feeling. That sparked off Brent, who withdrew his cock and spurted his young boy cum in Santa's beard. His little nuts were drawn up tight against his body, and his cum squirted out in six violent jerks, leaving three streamers of thin sticky boy cum in the old man's snowy white beard. Seconds later Brett was pumping his seed into the old man's mouth, his hot little teenage cock throbbing his stuff out violently. The twins panted and sighed with the release of their tension and their boy juice. Their eyelids closed and their lips curled with the pure joy of ejaculation. Bobby was the last but now he began to squirm and jerk uncontrollably as his dry orgasm struck. The young boy thrust his hips to and fro in a desperate passion as ripples of orgasm racked his mind. His little three-inch stiffie burned with a need and a pleasure that was still rare enough for the young boy to be awesome. His mind was dizzy with the burst of feelings and emotions inside him. He gripped the solid cock in his hand, momentarily forgetting what he was holding. As Santa's thick cock throbbed violently, Bobby's attention returned to it and he began to pump on it vigorously. Seconds later Santa's own cum spurted out and landed back in his white hairs. He only throbbed three times and his shot was limited to a flow of thick semen in a single ribbon, but for Bobby it was still awesome to feel an adult's cock in his fist, and to have brought off an adult with his hand. It was particularly awesome to have jerked off Santa Claus! Despite the hundreds of thousands of times Santa had experienced an ejaculation, it felt wonderful to him also. Totally spent, the five lay on the shag carpet before the Christmas tree and caught their breaths. The twinkling lights of the tree were reflected off their shiny prick heads. The physical exertion and rushing of his blood through his body cleared Santa's mind enough that he was able to get dressed. He quickly slipped up the chimney and crawled into the sleigh before the boys could do any more to him. "On Donner, on Blitzen, Comet and Cupid," he called, bringing the boys out of their blissful daze. The boys got to their feet and pulled on their pajamas bottoms. "On Dasher and Dancer, up and away!" The boys looked out the window at the little red dot in the sky. That little red dot was already making a note about next Christmas. After what the boys had done, they would be lucky to get any presents for the next ten years. The boys, meanwhile, glanced at each other, and then over at the camcorder in the corner of the living room. They had set it up to catch Santa getting high. The video they now had was of much greater value. Instead of a funny video of the merry old elf stoned out of his mind, they had in their possession something even better. This was the perfect opportunity to blackmail the old fart. When they sent Santa a copy next December with their wish list, he would have no choice but to fill it. Releasing the video to the televison station would ruin him forever. Who would trust a Santa who did such nasty things with little children in their homes in the pitch blackness of the night? What child would ever write to him again? Well, what good little child anyway. There would be enough of the same ilk as the Brewster boys to keep him busy for a night. As the boys began heading up the stairs to their room, they began preparing their list for next Christmas Eve. As the boys lay down in their beds, four young hands slipped inside the front of wooly blue and white striped pyjama bottoms. Topping each list was topping the jolly old elf again next year. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----