Jack felt something silky and flimsy form in his hand in the sack.
Lingerie he wondered imagining Santa might be giving him a hot chick
for the cold night. He pulled out a glittery red thong with an ample
pouch.
"Uh, so is this naughty or nice?" he said laughing at the tiny
obscenely tiny garment in his hands.
"Oh, this naughty number is nice for me. I decided to take a
staycation this year after toy delivery. So I need something to
entertain me," he says taking a boom box out of his sack, and nodding
to the red and white striped "North Pole" in his throne room. He
presses the play button on the boombox. It's not just a boom box -
it's a whole friggin' sound system. The lights dim, colorful rotating
lights flash, and Jack is up on a platform with the North Pole wearing
the red thong dancing his little butt off as he grinds his pouch
against the pole. The room is now filled with little tables surrounded
by horny litte elves in green and red suits. Jack notices a blonde elf
in a blue suit with a bearded guy and a Yeti at his table. Santa's now
wearing a biker jacket with his red pants and clapping to the beat of
the music. Jack's confused but the music is in control and he dances
with abandon.
As he moves his sweat slicked body up and down the striped pole, he
realizes that he's a lot leaner and more muscular than he ever has
been before. He sees all the males lusting after his body, and
realizes Santa changed him into every gay guy's wet dream - and maybe
a few really weird straight guys too he reflected. It seemed that the
disco dive bar that Santa's throne room has become goes on forever.
Tables of guys appear, and are added to the show room floor, and every
seat seems to have a prime view of Jack's hot ass or crotch. Jack
starts to recognize guys he knows from work, school, and his old life.
They can't really all be here, can they? Or is he now the nude guy
dancing in their dreams? How long has Santa been making him do this?
He recalled Billy had behaved weirdly the other day, and commented
that he had had a dream with Jack in it...there's Billy in the front
row jamming another dollar into Jack's thong.
"Take it off, Jack!" shout Duane Mueller the kid Jack bullied in grade
school.
"Yeah, shake that moneymaker, Jackie boy," shouts his brown-nosing
boss Mike Needlemeyer.
"Yes, Jack, you're every guy's wet dream, and when you're done
dancing, you'll be going home with each and everyone here to satisfy
their darkest fantasies - including mine. Oh, and you'll feel each one
totally, and will remember each act. If it weren't for my magic it
would take years for you to satisfy everyone, but like with Ebenezer
Scrooge it'll all be done in one night," Santa explained.
"Don't ask, don't tell," says a hot young service man snapping Jack's
waistband.
"Bottoms up!" shouts another.
Jack feels compelled to bend way over and shake his hiney for the
cheering crowd.
The music stops. It's time for Jack to fulfill the dreams of his
audience. A tear forms in his eye, he's unable to resist.