Santa Claus: You'd Better Watch Out
By: ShrinkMe
We ALL grew up with that song in our heads and on our tongues as kids.
'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town'.
You know the one that goes:
He sees you when you're sleeping,
You better watch out,
Well I can tell you first hand that it NEVER stops.
Santa is ALWAYS watching to see who is good or bad.
I should know because I was bad one year--- but it really wasn't my
fault, I heard a noise. But maybe I should start at the beginning.
It was winter-time and it was the first winter in my own apartment.
Being 25 years old I prided myself that I had it very lucky as far as
a job and pay and security was concerned.
You see, I had always wanted to be a lawyer. A SUCCESSFUL lawayer,
like in the movies. So I and my parents had started saving way early
on for my education. I did very well in school, always making honors
and being in the top five in the class every single year.
I got accepted at Yale and at the same time got accepted as an
apprentice at a very prestigious law firm in the city. I was very
excited the first two years there and at school. Things always seemed
to fall into place for me and I wasn't disappointed. All my classes
were a snap while I noticed a few others drop along the way side. And
my bosses at work were VERY impressed with my performance there as
well.
I had been staying on campus at a Fraturnity the first two years at
Yale. Trying to save as much money as possible. I knew I wanted a BMW
and I wanted a condo to go along with it. But I settled for an
apartment in a great old building on the 'rich' side of town. It was
better than I had thought it would be. And I was happy.
So--- The first winter in my new digs, right. I had a house-warming
party. Lots of rich names to look good, and some cute guys to make me
look good. Many were impressed with where I was going. I had decorated
the place like Christmas had EXPLODED in my apartment, I went all out.
There were ooohs and aaahhs as people came from the hall and into the
rest of the rooms of my large apartment.
The two things I loved best about the place was the size of the master
bedroom--- HUGE just doesn't cover it. It is almost as big as my
freinds whole apartments. The other thing is the large fire place in
the large living room. I LOVE it.
Now, I have ALWAYS loved Christmas. The most wonderful time of the
year to me. I really get caught up in the spirit of giving. I go out
my way to satisfy people's big wishes. Unless it is something just out
of my control.
But there was something that always amazed me about Christmas day. I
would ALWAYS find a gift that was mysteriously not from anyone I knew
but was marked 'from- Santa Claus'. I would always laugh and open up
the present and there would be the one thing that I wanted most that
particular year inside that box.
I had always asked around to friends and family, anyone that could
accept my thanks for such a wonderful gift to me. But I never, ever
found who gave me those gifts. As much as I loved Christmas, it just
never occurred to me that Santa would still give gifts when you grow
up. I remained in the thought that once you stopped believing in him
that was when you stopped getting 'Santa' gifts. But every year
without fail I would get that most wonderful 'Santa' gift.
So Christmas Eve was upon us again. I had been invited to so many
parties that I just couldn't make it to ALL of them in the month of
December. I sent those I couldn't make gifts of appreciation. I had
accepted a dinner invitation Christmas Eve and had stayed by their
fire sipping rum spiked egg nog. It came time for me to get home so I
said my thank you's and went on my merry way to my home.
I got ready for bed, but just out of whimsy I decided to set a plate
of cookies and a glass of orange juice out for 'Santa'. I smiled to
myself as I got into my nice warm bed and dropped off to sleep.
"Huh--- wha that???" I thought I had heard a noise in my bed room in
my sleep and I was responding to it as I was waking up.
Now I was awake, groggy, but my eyes were open. Then I heard a noise
again. But it wasn't in my bedroom, it was coming from out in the
living room.
'Shit, am I being robbed?? Should I call 9-1-1?? Should I just go back
to sleep??' Then I heard the unmistakable sound of the noise of large
person out moving around in the living room. Followed by the sound of
crunching cookies? Okay, I just had to see what the hell was going on
out there. I got my warm robe on and slipped on my slippers and
quietly as I could I started sneaking down the hall to the living
room.
I had left a really dim light on in the far corner of the living room.
It was casting weird odd shaped shadows on the walls. What I saw as I
head down the hall way was of some very large fat creature with some
kind of hat drapped on the head. He was definatly eating the cookies
and drinking the orange juice. I could see the shadow doing those
things as I approached the room.
Staying as flush to the wall as possible I peered into the livingroom
and could not help it, I gasped aloud at what I saw.
Santa fucking Claus was all decked out in his red and white get-up
with the black belt and boots. He even had that hat on with the big
white pom-pom on it. He had turned in surprise at the sound of my
gasp, cookie in mid-air almost to his mouth and the glass of juice in
his other hand. I gasped again at having been spotted and made a move
to go back down the hallway to my room.
"HO,HO,HO! Seems we have a spy in our midst. HO,HO,HO!" It was also
true that his belly shook like jelly when he laughed.
I was at a loss for words. I just couldn't believe that this was
really Santa, okay. I started backing down the hall really slow.
"Don't go back to your room. You've been a bad boy, David."
"Uuuhhhh...what do you...uuhhhh...what do you mean, 'bad'?"
"You have seen the secret. No one sees me work. Those that do are bad
and are punished."
"What do you mean, punished?"
"You will come with me, David. There are other bad boys, you will have
company. HO,HO,HO! Now come here to Santa and give me a hug."
I couldn't stop my feet from moving for the life of me. I walked
slowly to Santa who grabbed me with both arms in a bear-hug and laying
a finger aside of his nose away up the chimney we 'rose. When we got
to the roof there were the sleigh and the reindeer! Santa walked us
over to the sleigh and with a hand opened a huge sack in the back.
There inside were about 15 men from about 20 to 50 years old. He
pushed against my back and I was forced to join the men inside the
bag. Then once inside Santa closed the bag up. I could hear him out
there preparing to go. Then we were off, flying off the roof and into
the air and away into the night.
There were countless stops. By the end of the evening there were 45 of
us in that bag. But even though there were so many of us in there,
there was room for all. No one was crushed, or hurt, there was room to
stretch our legs out comfortably. There were representatives from all
nationalities and races and everything in the bag with me. Not all
spoke English. But all had been told that they were bad and were to be
punished.
Finally the night's trip came to an end. The bag wasn't opened but was
carried from the sleigh and into a building and into a room and then
set down and that is when it was opened.
We were spilled out of the bag and onto the floor of a very large
room. Everything was made of wood except for the manacles hanging from
the walls. There was a huge fireplace in the middle of one wall. There
was a big table and one chair in the middle of the room. There was no
door that I could see in or out of this room. No windows either. Santa
was the only one in the room with us. And the sight of Santa made me
gasp in surprise.
Santa had taken his red and white suit off. All that he had on was the
bottoms of long underwear that were tucked into his black boots. He
had no shirt on and no hat on. His gray hair was very thick, as was
the whiskers of his mustached and beard. For being so damn fat he had
muscle definition as well. He was powerful looking without that suit
on.
Santa reached out a grabbed a man and took him against the wall and
using the manacles there snapped them around the wrists of the man and
went for another and did the same until all the men in the room had
been chained to the walls. All this activity had caused the exposed
skin of Santa to gleam with sweat. This whole thing was soo unlike the
Santa that we all knew and loved that I couldn't help but think that
he was possessed or something.
I hadn't seen anything yet, though.
Starting at the right of the fireplace and going clock-wise around the
room I was the tenth. There were 45 of us chained to the walls in this
room.
"You will see your punishment for being bad boys in a while. I have to
check on some things first. But I WILL be back. Don't go anywhere!
HO,HO,HO!" and he left out a doorway that blended with the wall.
Most of the guys were in shock. They didn't say anything but just
moaned and groaned in fear. Others were trying to get their hands from
out of the manacles, but it was of no use. Then the door opened and
in came very unusual looking fellows.
We all assumed that elves are like little people- or what we used to
refer to as 'midgets'. Like the munchkins in 'The Wizard of Oz'. But
some of these elves are taller than that. At least tall enough to
reach the manacles without having to stand on a stool. They are very
slender and are dressed in green and red outfits with Peter-Pan hats
on. There were four of these tall elves. They released the second man
and took him to the table in the middle of the room. There the elves
tied the man's wrists to the opposite end ot the table from the chair
and left. The man could move his legs around but there was no where
for him to go. He was securly tied to the table. Then the door opened
and in came Santa Claus.
Santa stood in front of the fire, seeming in thought or warming
himself or something. Then he turned around and started speaking.
"You have all been bad boys. You will all be punished, some sooner
than others. But all will eventually be punished. You might wonder how
I keep my wieght up over the year. So you shall find out first hand
tonight, right now."
Santa stepped up to the first man manacled to the wall. With strong
sure moves Santa ripped the clothing from this man's body, even his
shoes came off. Then Santa started carressing the man, rubbing his
hands all over the man's body, feeling him up everywhere. The man was
trying to keep away from Santa but to no avail. Then Santa crouched on
the floor at the man's feet and grabbed the man's feet with both hands
and it seemed Santa was shoving them into his mouth. Soon Santa had
the man in his mouth up to the knees. The man was squirming and crying
out in a foriegn accent, but it was apparent that he was begging not
to go further with this. Santa ignored this man's cries and continued
to swallow him. He was now up to the man's crotch and the man was
really starting to put up a fight now. But that only suceeded in
helping Santa swallow him faster. The man slipped down into Santa up
to his belly button. He was still squirming and trying to get away.
Santa had stood up now and was using the wall to shove the man into
his mouth. Santa was now up to the man's armpits. Other men were
crying out now, realizing what was happening. We all watched as the
head disappeared into Santa's mouth. He reached up and the manacles
magically snapped open and down the arms and hands went into the maw
of Santa Claus.
Santa rolled onto his back. His huge protruding belly rising up above
him. You could see his belly moving, the man he had swallowed was
struggling to get out. Santa moaned in pleasure and rubbed his bloated
belly with his strong hands, pushing here and there back on the man
inside. Then Santa rolled onto his side and mangaged to get into a
standing position and got to the chair at the table. Now we could see
Santa's face.
Santa was sweating, but he was also in a state of euphoria. He was
also drooling as he spied what was laying there on the table. Santa
hadn't had time to digest what he already eaten when he started in on
round two.
Santa got his hands all wet from his drooling mouth. He rubbed his wet
hands all over what he could reach of the man laying on the table.
What slobber didn't get on the man was coating the huge belly of
Santa. Then Santa started licking the man's feet and then they entered
into Santa's mouth. Santa took a long time getting this man down into
his already bloated stomach. But inch by slow inch he did. Santa took
so long savoring the taste and struggle of this man that Santa sported
a huge boner. Eventually as Santa swallowed the cock of the helpless
man, he himself came into the long underwear he was wearing. You could
see him bucking his hips and moaning and groaning as he came into his
pants. But soon the ropes were snapped and the hands disappeared down
Santa's gullet to join the other already starting to digest down
there.
Santa layed on the table and fell asleep. Even with all the crying and
groning scrared men around him, he slept and we watched as the belly
of Santa very, very slowly started to diegest it's meal, and when the
belly was at a size that Santa could manage on his own steam with no
problem, he disappeared out the door.
We found that once every three weeks Santa would come in and feed off
of us, two at a time. The tall elves would come in sometimes and take
care of us, but not regularly. It would be my turn in four months.
He knows when you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake.
HO,HO,HO!!!
THE END!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to ALL of you out there ^_^
He knows when you're awake,
He knows if you been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake.
You better not cry,
Better not pout,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming...to town.