At his next stop, the hunky Santa slips down the chimney with agility.
He performs a gymnastic cartwheel from the hearth to the tree and
pauses. He frowns. This 18 year old boy has been good, and he was
going to leave the lad some new swimming goggles, but now he has
another idea. Jeremy Winters is an Olympic hopeful, but he's been
getting severe hazing at his college. The boy doing the hazing lives
in the dorm room across the hall. Santa reflects that Jake's been a
naughty boy. He grins thoughtfully. "Instead of goggles or perhaps
in addition to goggles," he says setting the gold foil box with the
festive bow under the small artificial tree, "I'll give Jeremy
something naughty too. He rubbed his fine beard, and touched his
nose.
The wall shimmered and shifted. Time was already at a standstill. Now
the wall opened up between the two dorm rooms. Jake Carstairs was
frozen in midair. He had apparently just flung himself at his bed.
On his computer monitor was his latest Photoshop effort of Jeremy
committing a lewd act with a dolphin. Santa frowned, and snapped his
fingers. The hard drive fried.
"Now you have been naughty, Jakey, I wonder what sort of naughty
present I can make you into for nice Jeremy? Let's see if you have any
suggestions."
His black rubber gloves stripped off Jake's t-shirt and shorts. He
still floated in midair, but now naked. Santa's black rubber glove
twisted Jake's right nipple really hard.
"Wakey, wakey, naughty Jakey. It's time to get you wrapped up for
Jeremy," Santa said with a rousing, "Mwahohoho!"
"What the h-? Who are you? Why am I floating in midair? Fuck, why am
I naked? Why can't I move? Help!" shouted Jake.
"First, I'm Santa," the muscleman in red rubber said.
"No way. He's an old fat dude in red velvet, and you're more like S&M
version of Santa - a gay one at that! You're gay Santa. No wonder
you're talking about wrapping me up for that little perv across the
hall. I knew Jeremy is gay. Uh, wait, I'm being punked, right?" he
asked with desperate hope.
"Punked? Well, in a way I guess you are, but this is real. I'm the
Santa Claus. Maybe a slightly new and improved version, but instead
of leaving jerks like you coal, I've decided to recycle you into a
gift for Jeremy."
"What?"
"I am going to change you. Transform you into the perfect gift for
Jeremy. You know him so well, do you have any suggestions, Jakey?"
"What? Like changing me into a hairless, lisping, gay sex slave?"
"If you like? Or perhaps something more compact? A butt plug? A new
Speedo? A piercing? A vibrator? A lifetime supply of condoms? A
new bottle of lube? Maybe something to eat? How about edible undies?
Or perhaps..." Santa lingered thoughtfully.
Jake immediately blurted out: "-------------"