Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 20:06:25 +0100
From: Phoenix_1977@hotmail.com
Subject: A Gay Christmas Carol in Prose 1

This story is an adaptation of the classic work "A Christmas Carol in
Prose, Being a Ghost Story of Christmas" by Charles Dickens and a classic
work of fiction. Any and all resemblances with people or events is purely
coincidental.

This story will contain elements of man to man love and sex. If this is
illegal in the country you live in or if this offends you, please
leave. Otherwise, enjoy the story.

One final advice: in some instances unprotected sex will be described in
this story. Don't be a fool and wear protection while having casual sex!

A Gay Christmas Carol in Prose
Stave 1: Christmas Eve

The first thing you need to know is that Jacob Arsely is dead. He's been
that way for 7 years already exactly today. And today is December 24th,
Christmas Eve. But, although Arsely will play an important role in the
things that will happen today he is not the man this story is about. This
story is about his old partner, Ebenezer Slutch.

Saying that Ebenezer Slutch is a hard man is the same as saying Attila the
Hun was not so friendly and only the friendliest of people would ever
describe Slutch in such manner. Most people would simply describe him as
cold, heartless and mean. Some would even go as far as calling him evil
incarnate but those people are also a minority. But in the entire city
there were only a few people who didn't know Ebenezer Slutch and all who
knew him agreed on one thing: it was better the keep your distance from the
man.

In his previous life Slutch had been a male stripper and prostitute and
although he approached the age of 40 he still looked good and in shape. He
took good care of his body and the only signs that betrayed his age were
the grey lines in his receding hair and the lines in his face from being
such a grouch. Slutch was 1 meter and 90 centimeters, weighed 78 kilograms
and was toned but not extremely muscular. His hair was a pale type of
brown. His eyes were icy blue and he had a somewhat sharp nose. He always
bought clothes in the latest fashion since his occupation demanded this of
him and he certainly knew to dress good. You could say Ebenezer Slutch
would be handsome if the corners of his mouth weren't always pointing
towards the streets and if the look in his eyes wouldn't chill you to the
bone.

Slutch now owned the male escort service he and Jacob Arsely had
established and the club, which was in fact more of a brothel, they had
bought several years later. Although the business went extremely well
Slutch hated it. Or better, he hated sex and people having sex.

This had nothing to do with his past as prostitute. Back in those days he
loved sex and couldn't get enough of it. No, something happened to Slutch
in the not so distant past that transformed him into the man his is
today. What that is, we will see later. But the thing Slutch hates almost
as much as sex is Christmas. So you can imagine today was not a good day
for Slutch.


Slutch came back from his annual medical check-up. The government had made
those compulsory for all men and women above 30 years of age. Slutch hated
going but knew not participating in the examination would lead to a huge
fine and this years things were different.

Slutch had suffered from trouble with his urinary tract for a couple of
weeks now so he was glad the doctor examined it. He would get the results
in a couple of days.

Because of the holidays the streets were crowded, especially around the
club, which was in the center of the city. Because of this Slutch had
decided to go walking to and from the hospital, which wasn't that far from
the club. But, after being forced to seeing all the Christmas decorations
and listening to all the carols Slutch was in a foul mood and that was how
he entered the club.

Inside he saw all the young men that worked for him waiting for the
customers to call and order them at home or in a hotel of come to the club,
wanting to have some fun with the young men. Most of the customers were
married, you must know, and their sexual adventures with these young men
had to remain a secret. All these young men were male prostitutes and all
of them were extremely good at their job. All of them were gay and most
were kicked out by their families after their coming out and ended up
prostituting themselves in public places, risking imprisonment, rape, abuse
or even murder. Until they were spotted by Slutch's assistant Robert "Bob"
Suckit. He would look at them, examine them and, if necessary, test them
and, if they were approved, hire them to work in the escort service and the
club. They would also be brought off the streets. Most of them lived
together in a large building next to the club which was also owned by
Slutch but some had made enough money to buy a house or apartment for
himself, get an education and leave the prostituting
business. Unfortunately, they were the exceptions and most young men, were
forced to remain in the business forever, either as a prostitute or a
protector. Bob Suckit however was almost as rich as Slutch.

Although Slutch hated sex he knew his boys were good at their jobs and he
paid them well.

Still, Suckit chose to live with the other young men, who were like a
family to him. And, in return, some of them thought of Suckit as a father
while others saw him as their mate.

Was Slutch nice looking for his age, Suckit was stunning. Bob Suckit was 31
years old and rapidly becoming too old for the prostituting business. As
Slutch's assistant he hadn't serviced a customer in years. Not since Arsely
died. Suckit was like a trainer and a spokesman for the young men working
for Slutch. He was also their confidant when something had happened. Slutch
had insisted Suckit would take that job as well. Slutch took good care of
his men, although you could not call his feelings towards these men
love. It was more like a very strong responsibility.

Like I said, Suckit looked stunning. He was muscular and worked out 5 times
a week to stay that way. He had red hair and beautiful piercing green
eyes. Everyone believed Suckit to be of Irish descent but Suckit never
talked about his life before the club, like most men didn't. And where
Slutch always looked dismal Suckit looked always cheerful, having a smile
on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. When someone asked him why he always
gave the same answer.

"If it hadn't been for Mr. Arsely and Mr. Slutch I would still be out in
the streets, prostituting myself at street corners and near bus stations. I
would probably be dead already because of all the dangers out in the
streets. So why wouldn't I smile?" But, as so many people, Bob Suckit kept
a secret. A secret that made him less happy and cheerful.

As soon as the young men saw Slutch enter the club, they wished they could
make themselves invisible. They sat there, in their tight shorts and naked
torsos, and felt the temperature in the room drop at least 10 degrees and
that had nothing to do with the icy breeze coming in from outside, where it
was snowing. No, there was only one thing that could cause such a
temperature drop: Ebenezer Slutch. Even 2 customers, who were having fun
with a couple of the boys, noticed and all lust fled their bodies. The paid
for the drinks, got their coats and left, leaving the boys not only without
money but also a case of blue balls.

Suckit noticed all this and got up quickly, following his boss to his
office upstairs.

"Did everything go well at the hospital, sir?" Suckit asked.

"As well as could be expected" Slutch replied. "Not that it's any of your
business, may I add".

Suckit sighed inwardly. This could prove to be a long day.

"What's on the agenda today" Slutch asked.

"It's pretty empty, sir. Not many people do business during the season
holidays".

"Hmm, humbug! Couple of fools! If I had my way Christmas would go the way
of the dinosaur!"

"Glad you won't have you way than" Suckit thought. Instead he asked: "Could
you spare me a couple of minutes later today? There is something I would
like to talk to you about"

"Yes, at the end of the day I can talk to you. What is it .."

Just when Slutch wanted to ask what Suckit wanted to talk about he heard
someone caroling on his way up. He knew that voice. It was his nephew Cock.

"Good afternoon, uncle Ebenezer" The young black man said when entering the
office without knocking. "And you too, Bob" while grabbing Bob around his
waist and giving him a passionate kiss. "And a merry Christmas!"

"Bah! Humbug" Slutch responded.

"Humbug? You can't be serious, uncle. Christmas is the season to be jolly".

Cock wasn't the young man's real name, just like he wasn't Slutch's nephew
by blood, but no one knew the young man's real name. Cock was a young man,
age 27 years old, who had lost his parents in a fire and been sent to his
uncle at the age of 14. His uncle was in slave trade however and sold poor
Cock to a pedophile who had a thing for young black boys. But, within a
month, Cock escaped and ended up in the streets, prostituting himself. He
has a great 25 centimeter long and 8 centimeter thick cock, which gave him
his nickname, and was greatly admired by all his customers, men and women
alike. At the age of 16 Cock was found by Slutch's older brother while Cock
was ill and taken the boy home with him. After a while Cock was growing
stronger but he never left Slutch's brother. When Slutch's brother died
several years later Cock found out the old man had adopted him and left him
everything. Cock no longer needed to prostitute himself, although his
bisexual feelings remained. He solved that by marrying a beautiful woman
who was also bisexual and had some great orgies at their place.

"Anyway, uncle, I came to invite you to out annual Christmas orgy tomorrow"
Cock said.

"There will be men and women from across the globe, naked and sweaty,
having wild sex with each other. And, of course, you are also invited,
Bob".

"Nephew, this is, what, the 6th time you invite me to this Christmas thing
of yours. By now you should know I don't do sex without getting paid for it
and I don't do Christmas" Slutch responded while turning back to his
computer.

"And you, Bob?" Cock asked.

"Sorry, Cock, but I have other plans tomorrow" Suckit replied.

"Well, just so you know, you have both been invited so if you change your
mind you are more than welcome".

"I highly doubt I will ever join in such a dangerous thing,
nephew. Christmas orgies! Bah!  Humbug!"

"Ok, uncle. Whatever you say. Still, I wish you a merry Christmas. See you
later, Bob" said Cock while leaving his uncle's office, humming "Deck the
halls".


For a couple of hours things were pretty quiet and peaceful, if you can say
sitting in a room filled with ice is peaceful, because that is how it felt
to Suckit. After Cock had left Suckit went downstairs, keeping an eye on
the boys. It was almost 5 o'clock pm, a busy time each day. A lot of men
came in just after work to have some fast fun with one or two boys before
heading home to their wives and children. And today was Christmas Eve, so
it was expected to be even busier than usual. Most men who came in tonight
were seeking for a way to escape being with their spouses and in-laws for a
couple of hours more before they would be forced to stay with them for a
few days. Also, because of Christmas Eve, companies had their annual
parties and more than a few boys were booked to accompany men in those
events. Yes, business was good, but Suckit had a feeling something was
about to happen.

Living in the streets and working for Ebenezer Slutch had given Bob Suckit
a good nose for detecting trouble. Trouble walked in in the form of 2
well-dressed women who were just as out of place in the club as Suckit
would have been in a maternity ward. One of the women approached Suckit
quickly, clearly feeling uneasy in these surroundings.

"We would like to speak to the proprietor of this establishment, please"
she asked Suckit while doing her best not to look at his muscular form and
his piercing green eyes.

"Follow me, please" Suckit replied. He went up the stairs, leading to
Slutch's office. He didn't look whether the women were following or not but
he hoped they did. Trouble like this wasn't needed downstairs.

"Mr. Slutch, these women are here to talk to you" Suckit announced them
before turning around and leaving.

"Mr. Slutch, we are collecting money to help young men getting of the
streets. There are still young men being thrown out of their homes because
of their sexuality, who are forced to live in the streets, prostituting
themselves. I don't think I have to tell you about the dangers hey face out
there. So we try to offer them a safe haven where they can think about
their lives and how to get it back on track. But these projects cost money"
the eldest of the 2 women.

"But why not go to an orphanage? Of a shelter for the homeless? Or even
prison? I take it those still exist" Slutch said.

"They do, but we are talking about young men whose only crime it was to
love someone of the same sex. Certainly you are not serious they should go
to prison for that?"

"No, the handsome and sexy ones can come here and work for me. I couldn't
care less what happens with the others. Love! Bah! Humbug!"

"Mr. Slutch, most of these young men are scarred for the rest of their
lives. They would rather die than going to a normal shelter!" one of the
women screamed.

"Then let them! It's not so difficult to do so! And when they're dead they
won't need my money either!" With that, Slutch turned his chair, sitting
with his back to the two women, indicating this conversation was over.

The two women left but Slutch could hear them mumbling insults as they left
his office. Both women were still steaming with anger when they reached the
first floor of the club again and almost bumped into Suckit.

"I heard stories about him but I never knew they were an understatement!
You must be just as bad to be able to work for him! It is an outrage! The
first thing I'm going to do the day after Christmas is seeing if I can get
the permits for this club revoked! I shudder at the idea of these young men
being forced to prostitute themselves just to make that monster even
richer!"

Before Suckit could respond both women had left the club, leaving Suckit
with just one more thing to worry about. Because what would happen with his
boys if they club lost it's license?

Slowly the clock was moving up to 8 o'clock pm, closing time at Christmas
Eve. Suckit summoned up all of his courage and went upstairs, to talk to
Slutch.

"Enter" Slutch roared when Suckit knocked.

"Sir, if you could spare a few minutes?" Suckit asked, knowing he couldn't
go back now.

"Yes, there was something you wanted to talk about" Slutch said. "But I'm
warning you: it better has nothing to do with Christmas!"

"Well, sir, actually it does involve Christmas. You see, why would we open
the club tomorrow? Most customers are with family and won't be either
visiting or ordering boys as escorts. Why don't you give them the day off?"
Suckit asked.

"You're late this year, Suckit. Last year you started your plea before we
opened the club on Christmas Eve. But since we had this conversation every
year for the past 7 years I had already decided to keep the club closed
tomorrow. I have accepted I'm being robbed every year on December 25th. But
the boys are available as escorts if someone calls!" With that the clock on
Slutch's desk chimed 8 o'clock pm.

"Its' closing time, sir" Suckit said.

"It appears so" Slutch answered. He shut down his computer, got his coat
and left his office, leaving Suckit standing there in shock.


When they got down Suckit groaned inwardly. A young boy, maybe sixteen
years of age, was dancing seductively with one of the prostitutes. The
prostitute, his name was Ben, wore his normal lycra short while the boy was
as good as naked. All that was left was a torn boxer.

Both were clearly having an erection. Slutch coughed to get their
attention.

"And how are you going to pay for the use of this young man, boy?" Slutch
asked.

"Oh, I can't pay, sir. I was only demonstrating how good I am at seducing
men and what a good prostitute I could be for you. If you wish I can
demonstrate more ... personally" the young boy said, while walking over to
Slutch, putting his arm around the former stripper and groping him in his
crotch.

As soon as Suckit realized what the boy was up to he tried to
intervene. But he was too late.

The next thing the boy knew he was sitting in the floor, dazed while blood
was running from his broken nose.

"How dare you touch me?!" Slutch raged. With a speed almost impossible for
a human being he pulled the boy to his feet, grabbed the boys neck and
forced him to walk in front of him.

"Sir, I'm sorry! I just need a place to stay. It's so cold out there!" the
young boy cried, showing how terribly young he in fact was.

Slutch didn't answer but forced the young boy towards the door. Slutch
opened it and saw the snow. For a moment he hesitated. Oh, he didn't
hesitate because of the snow. He hesitated because he thought what this
could mean for the club is someone saw. Unfortunately the young boy
misinterpreted Slutch's hesitation and smiled up to the older man. Big
mistake!  After checking whether someone was out there (of course, no one
was. It was 8 o'clock pm on Christmas Eve) Slutch threw the young lad out,
slamming the door. Slutch walked back into the club and almost fell over
the young boy's clothes. He grabbed the clothes, walked towards the door
and threw the clothes out as well, not even looking at the young boy who
still sat in the snow, shocked.

"If anyone of you approaches that little vermin I will throw you out as
well" Slutch raged when he entered the club once more. "And now get
showered, get dressed and get out! All of you! Before I change my mind and
make all of you work till 1 am like every other night!"

With that, Slutch stormed out of the club, rushing past the young boy who
was collecting his clothes, still only dressed in his torn boxers. Slutch
didn't even see the young boy standing there.


If Ebenezer Slutch had been in a foul mood earlier today, it would be a
picnic compared with his current mood. The actions of that young boy had
enraged him like nothing had enraged him before. How did that boy, that
poor, filthy no good but oh so pretty sex hot boy dare to touch his
privates? He didn't even wait for Slutch's consent; he had done whatever
pleased him. And the worst part of it was, Slutch had grown a hard on
almost immediately! Oh, how the warmth of the boy's hand on his crotch had
stirred feelings Slutch didn't even know he had anymore! Not since Arsely
had gotten ill.

Slutch was so caught up on his little enraged stroll on memory lane he
bumped in a lamppost on his way home. He hit his head pretty hard and
already felt a bruise swelling on his head.

Slutch stood still for a moment to rub his forehead when he saw someone
standing underneath the next lamppost, a few meters away.

"No, that can't be" Slutch said to himself. "If he hadn't been dead I
would've sworn that was Jacob Arsely". Slutch quickly woke from his shock.

"Humbug! Arsely is dead and he's not coming back!" and with that Slutch
continued his way home.

Slutch lived in the old home of Jacob Arsely. Arsely had left both the club
and his house to Slutch which had surprised Slutch. Certainly it didn't
mean Arsely liked or even appreciated him. It was probably just to make
sure it wouldn't end up in government's hands. Slutch didn't know and
hardly cared.

The best that could be said about both the house was it was big. The best
thing that could be said about the neighborhood was that people didn't
interfere in each other's lives. The best thing about living there was it
was quiet and people didn't come and visit, just like Slutch liked it. Once
it had been a nice house and a nice neighborhood but those days were long
past, pretty much round the same time Arsely had found out he was ill. It
was almost as if the neighborhood had given up when Arsely had.

Slutch's head still hurt from his encounter with the lamppost. And,
although he would never admit it to a living soul, he was more than a
little on edge because of the earlier sighting.

When walking downtown, where lights are burning and shadows hardly exist
it's easy to tell yourself there's no way Arsely had found a way back into
the world of the living. But here, in a dark neighborhood, where the city
had decided to kill two thirds of the streetlights to save money, it was a
lot harder. Still, Slutch would not admit he was scared, not even to
himself.

Mumbling and trying to ignore pretty much everything he came home and dug
deep in his pockets to find his keys. And then it happened.

Slutch's front door was antique and had an old doorknocker. While Slutch
was searching for his keys in his peripheral vision he saw the knocker
moving. Moving? Doorknockers don't move on their own! Slutch turned his
head and in stead of the old lion head he looked at the face of Jacob
Arsely.

"What the ...!" Slutch started when he heard a low moan coming from the
door.

"Ebenezer Slutch!" the moan sounded. Slutch was seriously startled now,
quickly opened the door and slammed it closed, convinced he had seen a
ghost.

You'd think this would have scared Ebenezer Slutch so he knew something was
wrong but, as with everything, time heals and makes you forget and only a
couple of hours later Slutch had taken a shower and was sitting in his
bathrobe, eating a late snack. All night long things had been quiet and now
the clock was approaching the midnight hour. Slutch decided it would be
best to head for bed. The programs on TV didn't interest them. In almost
all of the shows it was Christmas, Christmas and more Christmas. Slutch had
enough of it and turned of the TV.

And just as the TV went dark Slutch heard a moaning again, and the sounds
of chains. Slutch turned around towards the TV to see if the TV was off. It
was. Slutch shrugged and decided it had been the wind when the doorbell
rang. Slutch never had a visitor and decided not to answer the door. Not
only didn't he want visitors but opening the door near midnight in this
neighborhood was asking for it.

But the bell rang for a second time and this time it kept ringing. It was
driving Slutch crazy.

He went into the hallway and unplugged the mechanism, shutting up the
ringing. Pretty pleased with himself he re-entered the living room and
started putting out the lights when he heard the rattling of chains again
and his name, in a low moan.

"Ebenezer Slutch, I need to have a word with you" a familiar voice
said. Slutch turned around and stared in the pale face of Jacob Arsely, his
former business partner.


"This can't be! You can't be Arsely! I'm seeing things! Yes, that's it! I'm
hallucinating! It must be something I ate, a piece of meat or a little bit
of cheese that's gone wrong. Anything but Jacob Arsely!" Slutch ranted.

" What's the matter, Ebenezer? Aren't you happy to see me? I expected
something more from you. It's me, your former business partner Jacob
Arsely! Or better, it is my spirit" the appearance of Jacob Arsely said to
his former partner.

Slutch was too stunned to say anything. In stead he looked at what once was
Jacob Arsely.

Man, if being dead did this to a man it's good you can't see yourself
afterwards. Arsely didn't look too great. He was wearing a small leather
thong and an SM-body armor. Oh, and lots and lots of chains, handcuffs,
ropes and other types of restraints often used in sex games. On his nipples
there were very big nipple clamps, linked with a chain that disappeared in
his thong.

Every step the spirit did, caused the chain to be tightened, causing the
spirit to flinch. A huge erection was visible in his thong and his eyes
showed a lust Slutch hadn't seen in them long before Arsely
died. Everywhere his left foot touched the ground a wrapped condom appeared
while a used condom was left everywhere his right foot was lifted from the
ground. But Slutch knew some things for sure. This was indeed Jacob Arsely,
he former business partner and once best friend and he was here for a
reason.

"Jacob, what are you doing here? Why aren't you resting in peace? God knows
you earned it!" Slutch asked.

"I'm here to warn you, Ebenezer. To keep you from my fate" Arsely's spirit
answered.

"I'm already doing everything I can to make sure I won't share your fate,
Jacob. I haven't had sex once since you contracted HIV. I saw how it slowly
killed you and I made sure I would never share that with you" Slutch said.

"I'm here to show you the error of my ways. Sex is necessary and
natural. Denying yourself sexual relief makes you hard and mean. It kills
the ability to love. See these chains? Those are my punishment for pushing
everyone away from me when I got ill. I hurt numerous people because I was
lashing out to everyone because of my fear of dying. You see this erection?
I've been condemned to suffer eternal lust without ever being able to cum
and relief myself.

And the same fate awaits you, Ebenezer Slutch, but than worse!"

"But how, Jacob? The virus still exists and I'm afraid for it" Slutch cried
out.

"Use a condom. We always told the boys in the club to use one after I got
AIDS. Why should you be any different?"

"You know you dying is not the only reason, Jacob. Some things aren't to be
forgotten."

"You'll have to, Ebenezer, or your chains will be even heavier and your
erection even bigger than mine. But I will help you. Tonight you will be
visited by three spirits. They will help you rediscover the meaning of sex,
especially on Christmas" Jacob's spirit said.

"I don't know if I can, or even want to. I like my life as it is right
now. Who are you to tell me to change it?"

"Someone who always cared about you and wants to save you from my fate,
Slutch! Three spirits to show you the true meaning of sex and
Christmas. Expect the first spirit when the bell rings one" Arsely said,
while he started to fade.

"Jacob, wait! I have so much to ask you, so much to say to you. Will I ever
see you again?"

Slutch asked.

"No, Ebenezer. If you listen to tonight's spirits we will never meet again,
neither in this life or the next. Remember, the first spirit when the bell
rings one. I love you, Ebenezer" Arsely said while his presence and his
voice faded more and more. Later Slutch wasn't even sure if the last words
had been real or just the wind outside the window.