"Mwahohohoho," echoed in Jake's ears as he bounced off his bed and through the translucent wall and into
Jeremy's room.
He landed on all fours. His hands were in locked leather mitts, he had knee pads on his knees, and the butt
plug tail up his ass really hurt since he had landed on it when he hit his bed and bounced. Next to him there
was big white box with black polka dots and a ribbon around it with a black ribbon with white polka dots. A
tag on it said, "For Jeremy, From Santa". There was a similar tag hanging from the spiked leather collar
hanging around Jakey's neck. He sat there looking expectantly at sleeping Jeremy. His tongue hung out of his
mouth, he was Jeremy's bitch now, and he knew it. His past prejudices still existed in a corner of his mind,
but they had no control over him. All they did was exist to torture himself. Santa's vengeance created a
living hell for Jake. He could only hope and pray that his afterlife would be better for his reformed
behavior.
Jeremy's alarm went off at 4:30 am. He needed to be at the pool by 5:30 am to do his laps. He practically
freaked when he saw latex covered Jake kneeling by his tiny Christmas tree.
"Okay, where's the hidden camera?" were the first words out of Jeremy's mouth.
"Merry Christmas, Master Jeremy!" Jake said brightly. Followed by, "Oops, I mean, bow-wow, bow-wow!" And he
went back to all fours vigorously wagging his tail.
"Even if you have a hidden camera, Jake, this has got to be worse for you than me. Did you think this
through?"
Jake nodded vigorously while still shaking his tail. Then he nudged the box toward Jeremy with his forehead.
Jeremy standing at arm's length carefully pulled the end of the ribbon. Then he lifted the lid off the box
opening it toward Jake in case a pie was set to launch. No explosion, no pie, just a bunch of stuff, with a
letter on top.
He opened the letter and read in disbelief.
"Dear Jeremy,
Jake has been naughty.
You have been nice.
I have shown Jake the error of his ways. His bad behavior toward you was due to his secret desire to serve
you as your dog slave. He has been closeted for years, and in love with you since he first met. You may
choose to keep him as your boyfriend, but he'll always be your dog slave unless you decide to sell him to
someone else. His pink slip is enclosed.
The stuff in the box should help you train your new puppy.
Merry Christmas,
Signed Santa Claus"
Jeremy looked at Jake and back at the letter. He found the pink slip which was a brief one page "Ownership
Certificate" signed by Jake giving himself totally to Jeremy to use as he saw fit or to sell him. Inside the
box there were two silver dog bowls (one for water, one for food), a leash, a riding crop, a training manual,
a rolled up newspaper, a collapsible pooper scooper with attached baggie dispenser, a muzzle/hood shaped like
a dog's head in white leather with black spots, a ball, a frisbee, six bottles of black and white latex, and
two t-shirts. The first t-shirt was a small and was black and had white letters on it that read "OWNER". The
second one was a large white t-shirt with black letters that read, "owned." Jeremy was an XS usually, but he
was still growing, Jake wore an XL normally, so the Large would be skintight on him. There was little
brochure about how to tattoo your dog slave permanently except for his face, neck and hands, so he could still
get a decent job outside the home to pay for its upkeep. Jeremy laughed.
He looked down at Jake who was sitting back on his haunches with a major boner between his legs. Inside Jake
was screaming at himself and thinking of sports stats, but to no effect.
"I guess you really do want to be my boyfriend. I'd love to play with you right now, but I have to get
breakfast, and then go do laps," Jeremy said patting his new dog's head.
It was weird. Jake had made his life hell. Had he really been just trying to get Jeremy's attention? He had
succeeded alright. He frowned. He had mixed feelings. He did find both the situation and Jake hot, but he
secretly feared it was a prank of some sort. He sighed, and changed.
"You can stop being my dog, and get dressed, if you want to take me to breakfast for a real date," Jeremy
said.
"A real date? Oh, that'd be great. Thank you, Jeremy. Uh, would you like to go to the iHOP or the Denny's?
I'd take you somewhere else, but I think they're the only ones open 24 hours," Jake said getting to his feet
for the first time since Santa had changed him.
"Pancakes sounds good and the IHOP's on the way to the gym," Jeremy said peeling off his t-shirt. He didn't
want to get naked in front of Jake yet. Jake may have been naked, but the latex paint seemed to make hims
seem less naked even as his red latex covered cock cracked. The foreskin was black and white, but his cock
head and portion under the foreskin was coated with red latex.
Jake headed to the door to the hallway.
"You're going out there naked?"
"Oh, right, uh, I don't have any pants here. Do you have some shorts I could borrow, Jeremy?"
"I can do better than that. How good a swimmer are you?"
"Okay, I guess."
"Well, Speedo sent me an assortment free swimwear but they didn't verify my size first. Most of it was too big
for me, but I think some of it might fit you."
Wearing a Speedo one size too big for Jeremy, but two sizes too small for Jake, Jake scampered across the hall
to his room. Damn, he had locked his door, and Santa hadn't left it unlocked. Then he remembered that he had
cracked his window next to the fire escape. So he dashed down the hall, and up the stairs to the roof. He ran
over to the fire escape on his side of the building in the freezing air and shimmied down the fire escape to
his room. He lifted the window and climbed in.
He opened his closet and blinked. Half his wardrobe had changed. He picked a long-sleeved pink shirt and khaki
pants and white socks and Hush Puppy suede shoes. Then he put his wallet and keys in his pocket, and went
across the hall to pick up Jeremy for his date.
"You look great, Jeremy," Jake said.
"You look pretty good yourself," Jeremy said cautiously, "You want to go swimming with me?"
"Sure - but I've still got my latex paint on under this," Jake said softly.
"That's okay. I put one of those full body Speedos in my bag, its a large, so it might fit tight. You know
like Phelps wore at the Olympics?"
"Oh, that's great. Let's go get pancakes!" Jake said taking the bag from Jeremy and putting his arm lovingly
over smaller Jeremy's shoulders.
Jake felt a warm feeling flush through body. It was good to be with Jeremy. They entered the elevator. Jeremy
put his arm around Jake, and reached down to goose him. He laughed hysterically.
"You forgot to remove your butt plug!"
"Oh, my, so I did!" Jake said blushing. He loosened his belt and reached in the back of his waistband, and
pulled it out with a moan. He held it awkwardly in front of him as they exited the elevator. He stopped at his
mailbox and put it inside, and locked it up. He grinned, "Looks like I'll have a special delivery waiting for
me when I get back."
Jake walked a bit awkwardly out to his car, and let Jeremy into the passenger side holding the BMW's door. He
then went around and drove to the IHOP. Jeremy couldn't help but notice that Jake's pants were tented for most
of the trip, but then so were his own.
Meanwhile, just down the street Tim Zucher was waking up to find the treat Santa had left him.
Tim was a big dude. He was a star athlete. He stood 6'3" and weight 290 lb. He was big everywhere except one
place. Ever since peewee baseball, he had been ridiculed and teased because of his tiny cock. His nickname
tiny sounded like a joke about his height, but it was a comment about his cock size. He was only 4 inches
when erect. He had tried penis pumps. The vacuum did make it seem bigger in the tube, but it shrank back when
removed. He had thought about surgery, but hadn't pursued it. He kept hoping that his cock would grow a bit
more.
James Hanover was the worst at teasing Tim. He had known Tim since high school, where they shared a gym
locker one season because the locker room was being renovated and half the lockers were gone. James had been
endowed with a seven incher. Rubber Santa had also decided that James was on the naughty list.
Tim stared at James standing naked at the foot of his bed next to the Christmas stocking hanging from the foot
board. James was clad only in a big red bow with a tag that read, "FUCK MY ASS HARD."
"You're serious?" Tiny queried. He frowned. There was something terribly erotic about the situation which did
make his little cock rock hard. "You know I'm not gay," he said.
"Neither am I," blurted out James, "But we both have to do this. Santa said so."
Tim laughed.
"I'm serious. Please, Tim."
"Tim? Not Tiny Tim? I think this is the first time since 9th grade that you called me just Tim."
"Sorry about that, Tim. After today, nobody will ever call you Tiny and mean it the way we used to," James
said.
"You're kidding right?"
"Hey, I set up the video camera there. You can record this. Just push the red button. I can see your morning
wood needs attention, so please use me."
"Uh, okay? You brought condoms?"
"Oh, you won't need any, Tim. I'm clean, drug free, std free and I gave myself 3 enemas earlier," James
answered. He almost said that he didn't think it would work if he used a condom. Fortunately, Tim was really
horny and he didn't have any condoms. Turned out because of his tiny cock, Tim was still a virgin. James
wasn't a virgin when it came to his dick, but when it came to his ass he was one too.
Against his better judgment, Tim took the plunge. He found sex was incredible. The harder he fucked James'
ass, the bigger his cock felt inside James. It was only when he tried to pull out and found that he couldn't,
did Tim realize that James was changing.
James had known what to expect and he was terrified. Rubber Santa had explained it all very carefully to him.
James was going to become a big cock whether or not Tim fucked him. If no one was fucking him, then he would
simply end up a dildo for sale in a gay adult bookstore. If Tim fucked him then he would add seven inches to
Tim's 4.5 inches. If he went had had anyone else fuck him, he'd add 14 inches to their cock turning them into
freaks. If he was a dildo, he would still be sentient, but he would never feel an orgasm again. If he was a
living cock, he would experience orgasms whenever his owner did. Of course a guy with 18 inch or bigger cock
would rarely get any action, so his best chance was being Tiny Tim's cock.
He braced his hands on his knees and felt fire in his rosebud as Tim penetrated him. The fire intensified as
his flesh melted to fuse with Tim's. James could feel himself shrinking around Tim's cock. His body hair and
head hair was absorbed into his body. By the time Tim noticed that something was happening, James was a four
foot tall hairless bald guy with just holes in his head for his nose and earlobes. The fleshing parts were
all gone.
Tim couldn't help himself from saying as he saw their reflection in the mirror, "Hey, you know if they ever
make an Austin Powers-Harry Potter crossover movie, James, you can play mini-Voldemort." Indeed, that is what
he looked like at that point. By the time Tim bad blown two more loads, James was just his new big cock. Tim
was pleasantly surprised to see his balls swell and drop to be proportional to his new cock. By the time, Jim
was flaccid, Tim had already stopped thinking of him as James.
Tim dressed, and decided he needed to invest in underwear with a skoosh more room. He felt a lot more
confident. By noon, he would already have a date with Jim's former girlfriend Kelle, who no longer remembered
that Jim had ever existed. That night when she said she wanted to see Tiny Tim, and fingered Tim's lap, he
had told her that his cock wasn't Tiny Tim, but was Big Jim.
She chuckled and went on to give Tiny Tim and Big Jim the best sex either had ever had. The origin story for
Tiny Tim's name turned into a joke because his cock was so big compared to everyone else's that they called
him Tiny.
Of course, long before Tiny Tim had awakened to find his gift, Rubber Santa had gone on to another naughty
boy's home to collect him for a nice boy on his list. Santa paused as he looked at his list. There were many
more naughties than nice, which boded well for next year, but there were two naughties at this current
address, and the next nice had been especially good this year. So Santa bracketed the names of the two young
men living at Delta Omicron Gamma house, and put a star next to Chris's name he would be getting both Naughty
boys in his Christmas stocking.
Now Santa stood in front of the frat house sofa on which slumped the two drunken boys who would be Chris'
gift. It had only been moments since he had left Jeremy's bedroom, but time moved differently around Santa
Claus. He stood there and looked at the naughty list. Instantly the ink on the paper shifted to open like a
computer window to display the litany of the miscreants' misdeeds. Santa pursed his lips. Chris could use
several things in pairs, now which would be suitable punishment? He could turn them into a bitch and stud
breeder dogs, or a pair of socks or a pair of those Vibram Five Toe rubber shoes or maybe a jockstrap with a
cup insert for Karate class or maybe...
Then he smiled having made his decision, he said loudly, "Mwhohohohoho!"
Mike and Jeff opened their eyes. They saw the red clad muscled hunk with the huge tented crotch looming over
them. Then they saw that they had fallen asleep in each others arms with their drooling faces pressed
together. They immediately sat upright and moved to opposite ends of the sofa.
"So you're hoping no one saw you like that? Ho, ho, wait until they see how you're going to be!" Santa
laughed. The frat house was silent except for Santa's robust voice.
Mike was the first to notice how wrong the silence was. He shouted, "Hey who sent the Santa in here?" There
were a lot of guys in the frat house, but no one answered since they were all frozen in time and couldn't
hear.
"You two have been very naughty..." Santa began. He would list the highlights of their recent naughtiness,
and then he would explain what they would become for Chris Stevenson. Mike would ask who the hell Chris was
and Santa would tell him...