Happy Elves: A Christmas Story

“Merry Christmas, everyone! Merry Christmas!”  Steven said in a bright, cheery voice.

He was waving at the throng of kids and parents making their way out of the mall’s food court.  He kept up his jolly demeanor despite the fact he was roasting in his frumpy Santa’s elf costume, the floppy red and white hat covering half of his face.

“Ba’ bye!” the last child, an excited little girl who could barely old enough to speak, shouted.  Then there was silence.

 It was 7 PM — closing time — Christmas Eve, the mall was closing and the Santa’s Village by Lawson’s Department Store was shutting down for the season and not a moment too soon for Steven.  

The last crowds had barely cleared the Village display area when Santa began removing his false beard and hat with a sigh.  Like clockwork, Steven and the other elf characters, all temp workers in their early twenties, began dismantling the elaborate Christmas themed set and putting them away into precisely shaped crates.  Within hours, the ‘north pole’ had been totally transformed into a display for Lawson’s Department Store — with a Valentine’s Day theme.

“Lord, they don’t wait at all do they,”  Steven remarked to no one in particular.

 “Yeah, no kidding. Surprised it’s not the Easter Bunny display.  You working that?”  came a soft spoken voice from behind. 

 It was Josh, another ‘elf’ Steven had met during his month stint as one of Santa’s helpers.  Josh, who had portrayed ‘Phillip the Shutterbug Elf’ was still wearing his ridiculous red and green elf suit, the torso was stuffed to make Josh seem much heavier than he actually was.

 “Oh? Oh no. I think one season of playing helper to an imaginary character is enough for me,”

 “Ho! Ho! Ho! I’m not imaginary,” came the booming voice of the man who had played Santa that season.  He was portly even without his stuffed red coat.

 He laughed, patted Steven on the back and headed off to join the rest of the dismissed cast.  Despite being slightly annoyed by Santa’s corny humor, Josh couldn’t help but smile at someone who was still in a good mood after having spent nine hours a day for a month hearing the trials and tribulations of crying children.

 “Ah, that sucks.  Macy’s sponsors the Easter Bunny Village, so it’s a bit better done.. They pay more too,” said Josh as he peeled off the bulky suit, revealing his svelte, almost lanky, frame.

 Steven nodded as he removed his costume for the final time.  Under his elf jacket was only a plain white A-shirt, which was now totally drenched with sweat, which made it cling to his abs and stomach.  Steven knew he wasn’t in the best shape, but he had been hitting the gym after his shifts at the North Pole and was almost back to his high school stats of five-nine, one-sixty.  As he removed his elf pants that were just Velcroed over his jeans, Steven couldn’t help but contemplate what Josh had just said “Are you working as an Easter elf?”  Had the economy really come to the point where degree-holding twenty-something’s like him and the other elf actors hopped from one holiday display to another like vagabonds?  He rolled his eyes at the thought.

 Josh and Steven were, at best, friends of convenience.  Steven was “Jesse the Peppermint Elf” so was the one who handed the kids candy canes as they left Santa’s lap, walking by photographer Josh in the process.  It was because of their close proximity that they started to talk casually between crowds. Eventually, the two got into the habit of eating lunch together, then occasionally Steven would go home with Josh, play Call of Duty and crash on his couch — awakening just in time to return to Santa’s Village.  Josh couldn’t tell exactly how old Steven was, though presumed they were about the same age.

Steven also wasn’t exactly sure if Josh was gay or straight, not that was particularly important to the gregarious - and straight - Steven.    Josh had never done anything resembling a flirt with Steven, but there were subtle hints to suggest Josh wanted to lick more than just Steven’s candy cane…

 “So, you wanna’ hang out? Last time,”  Josh asked.  He was fussing with his frosted-tipped blonde hair in the reflective surface of a prop Valentine heart. 

 Steven couldn’t believe the disparity in his appearance with Josh.  They had both been in hot, sweaty costumes all day, but here was Josh– hair still meticulously styled — his off brand but still stylish clothes showing no signs of sweat.  And then there was Steven, a sweaty, haggard mess who looked like he had just built an actual Christmas Village by hand.

 “Um, sure… Why the last time?”  Steven asked raising an eyebrow.

 “Oh, I just figured you were being nice to me or something. None of the other reindeer wanted to play,” Josh responded, referring  to most of the other elf actors who were openly too aloof to socialize with him.

 Steven was taken aback by the suggestion; had he really come across so callous?

 “No, I like you man. You’re cool people,” Steven was sincere, but purposefully deflecting from making eye contact lest he give Josh the wrong impression.

 Josh smiled, “Okay, let’s go!”

 Josh and Steven headed straight to Josh’s small apartment, Steven feeling a bit bad about being so unkempt and sweaty. They cracked open a beer and started playing their video game. Minutes became hours. By the fifth level, the coffee table was littered with empty chip bags and beer cans.  The mood between them was more relaxed and comfortable than it had ever been. 

“You four-twenty?”  Josh asked rather suddenly, pulling a sizeable bag of weed from his pocket.

 Steven’s face lit up “Hell yeah I do!”  He set down the controller not even pausing the game.

 As his defenseless character was slaughtered onscreen, Steven watched as Josh rolled one of the fattest blunts he had ever seen.  Josh had just licked the rolling paper and was about to roll it shut when he stopped and headed into the kitchen. He emerged a few moments later with a tiny vial of a red liquid with a tiny eye dropper inside.  He proceeded to suction enough of the mysterious liquid for a few drops than proceeded to evenly lace the marijuana with it.  Steven looked on questioning, but comfortable enough with his friend to not be suspicious.

 “What’s that stuff?”  Steven finally asked while Josh was finishing rolling the cigarette.

 Josh gave a shit faced grin and said “This, my friend, is Hot Sauce,”

 The confusion on Steven’s face must have been apparent because Josh continued without prompt “I’ve heard Hot Sauce is next gen ecstasy.  All the high, none of the crash. My boy hooked me up.”

 “Ah, cool.  That’s what’s up,”

 Josh lit the blunt and took the first hit, a prolonged draw, before handing it to Steven.  Steven wasted no time and quickly inhaled the Hot Sauce laced drug.  The rush to the head was intense and immediate.  Steven actually gasped for air the feeling of euphoria was so intense.  Meanwhile, Josh had dimmed the lights and had replaced the video game with thumping house music, a color pattern on the screen was moving in time with the music.

 “Oh shit dude! Oh shit!”  Steven said through a sudden giggle fit, “This shit is sick! I feel… I feel….”

 “Amazing!” the two said in unison.

 They took turns passing the cigar back and forth, Steven giggling as a warm, happy feeling washed over him with each inhale.

“Let’s save some for later,” Josh said, putting out the now half-burned blunt. 

 For several minutes the two sat silently, smiling off into space, and occasionally looking at each other.  Steven couldn’t even describe the feeling of elation.  His heart was fluttering, his hands and feet were tingling, and he felt the rush of excitement that comes from receiving extremely good news - over and over.  His eyes started to well up with tears of happiness, yet he still felt completely in control. Hot Sauce was amazing.

 “Dude, I love you so much,” Steven said, looking deeply in Josh’s dark brown eyes, “I love everyone. People are so amazing, actually.  I mean, what would we eat without farmers? Those guys must love us, and I love them.  Humans are great!”

 Josh nodded in intent agreement. 

 Steven’s mind was quickly losing the ability to associate negative thoughts with anything. Period. Replaced instead for profound positive thoughts and seemingly random ‘revelations’ — like about farmers — that were quickly framing his entire world view in rose colored lenses. But Steven didn’t care. What was the point of perceiving any negativity when being positive felt so amazing? 

 “Dude, I love you too!”  came Josh placing his hand softly on Steven’s thigh.

 Steven couldn’t believe how good a simple touch felt.  He literally felt like he was having an orgasm despite the fact his cock was totally limp.  Steven placed a hang on Josh’s chest and the young man’s back arched in pleasure.  The two quickly figured out the correlation and within seconds were touching and rubbing each other all over their upper bodies.  Steven, after all, was still straight.

 “Dude, this shit is amazing!”

 “I know,” Josh didn’t break eye contact with Steven has he reached out and peeled off Steven’s shirt.

 Steven was about to protest but the thought was stopped cold, replaced entirely with “That feels so good,” and he was right, the feeling of Josh’s hand on his bare chest was sending warm, happy shivers the likes of which Steven had never even contemplated as being possible.

 This drug induced heavy petting went on until, by accident, Josh’s hand brushed over the mound in Josh’s crotch.

 “Oh shit! Oh yeah!”  Steven was overwhelmed by the feeling.  Hot Sauce was amazing.

 “Did you like that? Can I keep going,” said Josh in a soft voice.

 Steven liked Josh, but really didn’t want to lead him on …..the negative thought was strickened from his mind by the Hot Sauce before he could even ponder it

 “Sure dude, touch me.”

 Josh smiled and reached into Steven’s stuffed jeans.  He quickly wrapped a hand around Steven’s stiffening cock and in short order it was at its full six inches and throbbing so hard it almost hurt… but the pain sensation was being overwritten by pleasure.  Josh felt like he was going to orgasm with each stroke of Steven’s meaty cock, and Steven in turn thought he was going to blow his load.  The two locked eyes as Josh slowly ran his hand up and down, lubed by the copious amount of precum now flowing from Steven’s cock.  They were both moaning and arching their backs in the most intense, orgasmic pleasure they had ever had.

 Josh didn’t stop his stroking while a second hand slowly found its way into Steven’s jeans.  He felt around until he was cupping both of Steven’s rather small balls which were scrunched close to the base of his cock and tight in the skin.  Without thinking, Josh’s fist clenched so hard that his face was red with effort.  Steven’s balls were being painfully compressed in their sack, but instead of pain Steven only felt intense pleasure, even more than when Josh was stroking him.

 “Harder, squeeze harder!” Steven said breathlessly, almost in hysterics he was so desperate for another wave of euphoria.

 Josh who was now getting an intense feeling of warm joy by the sensation of Steven’s balls in his hands quickly obliged.  He got on his knees between Steven’s legs, pulled down his pants and quickly took all of Steven’s cock in his mouth. 

 “Holy fuck! I’m cumming,”

 Josh had barely taken in the last inch of Steven’s cock when he felt an enormous rope of cum splatter against the back of his throat.  As he swallowed, a warm fuzzy feeling engulfed him from the inside out, a feeling so intense that…

 “Fuck! I’m cumming too!”

 Without even touching his cock, Josh nearly doubled over as the most intense cum shot he had ever delivered nearly blew a hole through his jeans.  They were both experiencing a realm of pleasure no dictionary word would do justice in describing.  It was total Hot Sauce euphoria.

 Steven, who usually got flaccid immediately after blowing his load, was still rock hard. Josh had pulled out his cock and was looking up with tears of joy in his eyes at his friend’s gorgeous body.

 “Dude, I have wanted you for so long, but I was afraid you’d get mad at me,”

 Steven really wanted to stop. This was a lot further than he ever wanted to go with Josh, or any guy but… Aah! “Josh is such a nice guy, I love him,” Steven’s negative thoughts were again trounced by the Hot Sauce.

Steven reached out and touched Josh’s forehead. Josh doubled over again, spewing an intense load just from the touch.  When he regained his composure, Josh reached out for Steven’s spent nuts and began to squeeze.  He could feel the testicles begin to crush into each other, they felt so firm. So round. The sensation was beyond comprehension. Squeezing them felt amazing, their heat was being translated as a tickle so intense Josh actually was laughing as he squeezed harder.

 Steven wanted to stop.  Josh was really starting to hurt… “Aaah! This feels so fucking good,”

 This went on for several minutes, and now Josh was using both hands to cup and squeeze Steven’s swelling sack.  He removed his hands and both of them noticed that his sack was now turning burgundy red.  Intense waves of pleasure radiated over Steven with each heartbeat. In actuality, they were throbs of pain but his Hot Sauce mind was now literally unable to properly process the signals.  Any sensation, any thought even resembling pain or trepidation was translated into pure joy and pleasure.  

 Steven had a thought; if squeezing them felt so good, hitting them would be even better. The Hot Sauce was completely inverting his logic…

 “Slap em!”

 Josh made an ‘O’ with his thumb and fingers, trapping Steven’s swollen balls away from his body and proceeded to pound on the softening mound with his fist.  The euphoria that radiated from each hit was so intense that, right as Josh’s fist collided for the tenth time, Steven screamed in pleasure and sprayed himself and Josh with sperm.  It was even more intense and heavy than the last load…

 “Oh my God!” Steven screamed rolling his head as his balls were struck for the twentieth time, he looked down into his lap just in time to be hit in the face with yet another spray of jizz.

 The site of his hot coworker mixed with the indescribable pleasure of pounding on his balls was too much for Josh who erupted another load into his now soaked jeans.
 More… more…MORE!  Stephen’s mind was now racing.  Although Josh was still pounding his dangerously swollen testicles with his fist, each time flooding him with euphoria, it was no longer enough.  He was getting.. he was getting… bored!  The Hot Sauce had so manipulated his brain that what was stimulating just minutes ago was now trite.  He badly needed more intense stimulation to keep up his happiness buzz.

 “Harder! Please, Josh, please hit them harder!”  Steven was crying, though not from pleasure like before, but sincere desperation.

 His mind demanded more and more intense, continuous stimulation and now even the few seconds between punches was too much of a lull.

 Meanwhile, Josh was arriving at the same point of his Hot Sauce trip.  The feeling of crushing Steven’s balls was hot. it was fun. It was pure pleasure. And it wasn’t just the physical sensation of the gonads being crushed, it was watching Steven’s orgasmic eye rolling and back arching that accompanied each blow that was making Josh so happy, he was crying — sobbing — in joy.   But it wasn’t enough.  He let go of the balls which were now swollen to twice their regular size.  Bluish bruising was visible throughout the now beet red, pulsing sack.  Steven’s left testicle was turning soft, but neither of them cared — or had the faculty to be fully aware of the danger.  All each young man could think about was giving the other more pleasure, which in turn boosted their own feeling of rapture.
 Josh abruptly stood up and glanced frantically around the apartment.  He spotted something that got him so excited that he doubled over again in orgasm just at the site of it.

In the window sill was a large wooden nutcracker figurine, like the one’s he had seen in performances. He fetched it and quickly got down below Steven’s legs.  He carefully positioned Steven’s abused left nut between the jaws of the nutcracker prince.
 Steven knew what was about to happen and his eyes lit up in genuine excitement. This was going to feel so good and make Josh so happy that…

 “Oh, oh!” another, albeit noticeably smaller now, rope of jizz shot out of Steven’s painfully engorged cock just at the anticipation of what was going to happen next.

 The jaws of the nutcracker chomped on Steven’s nut with a thud. They sunk into the ball meat slightly before the jaws were opened and slammed shut. Again and again.

 “Oh yes! That feels so good,” Steven moaned, his head rolling as if in ecstasy.

 In reality the nutcracker was totally laying waste to his left nut.  The doll stared forward with a blank expression as its jaws pounded a dozen times into the softening ball meat.  Soon, the sensation was very different.  There wasn’t’ a firm mass resisting the closing jaws, it was much softer. Much mushier. But Steven’s ball was still intact, albeit barely.

 “Oh fuck man, this feels so good,” Josh screamed as he unleashed a volley of crushing blows in rapid succession with the nutcracker.

 “Oh fuck!”" they both screamed in unison, their eyes locked in a lustful gaze, as the nutcracker finally broke though any resistance.

 A thin flap of skin was now resting between the nutcracker’s jaws.  The ball that had been between them couldn’t hold up to the onslaught and had burst into pieces.  Josh instantly became aware of the change in how the nutcracker felt in closing. And since it was different, it was better.  He continued to pulp Steven’s nut, the broken testicle being further crushed into goo in the sack.  The feeling was beyond words. Steven knew — somewhere in his most primitive mind - that something terrible had happened. But his mind was still too cloudy to care… he was getting bored again!   He needed more stimulation and the mush in his sack wasn’t doing it anymore.

 “Quick, do the other one! Crush it!”  Steven was desperate, grabbing the nutcracker, opening the jaws and placing it on his own last nut.  “Do it! Please, I need it!”

 CHOMP! CHOMP!.  Without stopping, Josh slammed the jaws over and over until he felt the resounding CRUNCH of Steven’s nut cracking.  Then he kept going. They both relished the sensation of the nut going from being split in half, to shattered into eight pieces, pulped into twenty and finally rumpled into a liquid goop. 

 “Oh fuck yea!”  Steven screamed looking down at his now rapidly swelling sack.  He couldn’t believe how powerful and amazing it had been, but now there was nothing left to crack…

 “Kiss me!” Steven, long beyond the point where he cared about doing anything ‘gay’ shouted to Josh who quickly hoped into his lap.

 The two men made out like animals, miraculously Steven’s cock was still raging. The euphoria coming from his crotch was slowly, but surely, starting to convert back into pain. But the Hot Sauce’s lingering effects still kept it feeling like a dull ache at best.  Steven needed more….

 “Bite it!”  Steven said, desperate for more ‘happy’ stimulation.

 Josh slid off Steven’s lap, again on his knees between Steven’s spread legs.  He took Steven’s cock into his mouth, only far enough to totally encase his swollen cock lead and began to swirl his tongue. They were both in hysterical fits of pleasure so intense than regular ‘orgasms’ hardly compared.  Suddenly, Steven felt a burst of pleasure so incredible it made his heart skip a beat. He looked down to see his cock head was totally gone, Josh was swirling the bitten off gland in his mouth happily.

 “Dude!”  Steven, though still in a stupor, was starting to become more aware of what was actually happening.

 “Mmmm,” 

 GULP!

 Josh swallowed the head of Steven’s cock without chewing, nearly choking on the fatty piece of tissue.  Steven’s cock was quickly turning flaccid and was bleeding heavily.  The two, in remarkable calm went into the bathroom and treated the gaping wound as carefully — and causally — as if Steven had only cut a finger.

 When they were both satisfied by their handy work, Steven’s pleasure now quickly being replaced with shooting pain, they returned to the living room.  It was obvious by the look of dull confusion on their faces that both of them were beginning to tune back to reality , but just before the gory realization of what they had done could settle in, Josh picked up the blunt, lighting it and taking another hit. He had just drifted back into a Hot Sauce daze when Steven reached for the cigar and took several deep draws in rapid succession.  And just like that, the creeping panic, pain and confusion was replaced by happy thoughts.

 “We still have two nuts to crack,” Josh said handing Steven the well-used nutcracker and motioning toward the cum-soaked bulge in the front of his own jeans.

 Steven took the nutcracker in earnest, pulled Josh’s pants to his knees, ensnared one of Josh’s large nuts between the jaws and slammed down.

 The fleshy, soft organ seemed to hold up longer than Steven’s, though it was hard for either of them to keep track of time. 

 SPLISH!  The jaws closed their final time in a hideous, wet crunching sound.  Josh’s ball was finished.  It had shattered into at least four pieces in the sack. ironically, the sensation made Josh cock his head back in elation. The two stood, breathing heavily and genuinely enjoying the joy they were making each other feel. Steven went to put down the nut cracker, sparing the last whole ball in the room, when Josh stopped him.

 Josh’s cock spewed a thick, pinkish load all over the now-kneeling Steven’s face just from the anticipation of what he was about to say next.

 “Not yet, there’s one more left.”