Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 14:55:16 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Santa's Naughty List

			   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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