Christmas a little different than usual: How crazy could we get?
An Anthology about the maddest Christmas Stories four authors could come up with.
Stories Included:
Santa's Naughty Elf by Harper Jewel
Playing Santa in the local department store should be an easy way to make a few extra bucks, shouldn’t it? That’s what Brock Daniels, a victim or corporate downsizing, thought when he took the job at Larson’s. Once he finds out a handsome ginger—his one weakness—will be playing Santa’s elf, easy becomes complicated, even if it’s an enjoyable snag.
When Paul Martens discovers who’ll be playing Santa to his elf, déjà vu of an unforgettable night that took place almost two years ago comes crashing down on him.
The attraction between Brock and Paul grows to fevered levels while a runaway teen pulls at both men’s heartstrings. Will they be able to put aside their ardent attraction and channel some holiday magic in order to grant everyone’s Christmas wish, or will their stockings be filled with nothing but coal?
Paint Your Balls by Chris McHart
The lives of the heavenly beings that have a one-day-a-year job can become a bit dull. But when Santa’s reindeer fall ill on Christmas Eve, his life becomes anything but, so he reluctantly turns to the Easter Bunny for help.
Bunny harbors a long-time, secret crush on Santa and decides to take advantage of the request for help by offering an exchange. He wants Santa in his bed. Little does he know, Santa has discreetly lusted after him, but the man in red decides to teach the attractive Bunny a lesson he won’t soon forget.
Who will make the next move, and how will both men play the game? Will they be naughty or nice? In the end, could both men finally get what they desire?
Catching Santa Clause in the Act by Meg Bawden
On Christmas Eve, Rowan Wayne has the task of babysitting his nieces. While he’d rather be out partying and having an one night stand with a sexy footballer, his nieces have always come first. What he doesn’t expect is a thief entering his brother’s house. Except the thief claims that he isn’t robbing the house, rather delivering the presents because he’s Santa Claus. Rowan thinks the reasoning is absurd, until he discovers this Santa Claus is a sexy guy from college, Christian Kringle.
Now, he’s not sure what to believe.
The Duke of Dickdom's Desert Sojourn by S.A. Garcia
Porn star Jason Rapier, aka “The Duke of Dickdom,” is suffering a dreadful day. Romantic rejection, deer assault, and career chaos are topped by his Porsche dying in the desert on Christmas Eve. Happily a special present guaranteed to inject the ho-ho-ho back into Jason’s holiday season is a mere service station away.
Santa's Naughty Elf by Harper Jewel
Prologue
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Munich Germany – Die Bärenhöhle (The Bear Cave – a Gay BDSM Club)
Swat!
“Eight, Sir. May I have another, please?”
Swat!
“Nine, Sir. One more makes ten, Sir.”
Master Brock wielded the flogger one more time.
Swat!
“Ten, Sir.”
“You apologize for the sassy back talk, Red, and I might still consider fucking your ass as a reward.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry Pap—I mean, Sir.”
“I caught that slip, Red. You are to address me as Sir, not Papa Bear. We are not in a goddamn fairytale world here. For your repeated lapse—whether intentional or not—you’ll get ten more, but this time I’ll be using a paddle, not the flogger. This studded one looks sturdy enough and should make a nice imprint on that ass of yours. Count them out, Red, nice and loud.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Smack! Smack!
“One, two, Sir!”
“Bet your ass is burning hot, isn’t it, Red?”
“Y-yes. The fire the l-last ten lashes s-started is incinerating me f-from the inside out, Sir. I’m r-ready… to explode. I don’t k-know how much… l-longer I can hold off.”
“You’ll hold off or use your safeword, Red. Do you understand?”
The sub’s muffled “yes, Sir” was squeezed through clenched lips.
Eight smacks later, Brock couldn’t help but admire his handy work. Luck had definitely been on his side when he met the gorgeous ginger now cuffed lengthwise, belly down, across the top of the spanking bench in the private room he’d been able to secure at The Bear Cave. Who knew his vacation in Germany would end on such a high?
Sweat dotted his bare chest as well as his face, and his leather pants got tighter by the minute as his cock swelled to epic proportions. It’d been too long since he let his dominant side out to play. Way too long. Seeing as this was his last night here, he planned to go out with a bang. Literally. Ginger’s ass couldn’t be any more tempting and that sweet pucker was fluttering before his eyes, just beckoning him. He’d fuck him blind, then give him some proper aftercare and call it a night.
After he stepped up to the end of the bench, he unzipped his pants, pushed them down to his knees, rolled a condom over his throbbing erection, and lubed up. Red’s legs trembled and twitched within their cuffs, his arms straining and vibrating within their restraints. Using some of the lube on the rubber to slick two fingers, he slid them into Red’s ass and gave them a few twists. Satisfied with his preparations, he lined the bulbous head of his cock up to the hole waiting to be plundered and pushed in slowly.
“Damn you’re tight, Red.”
“Sorry, Sir. It’s been a while for me, Sir.”
“I’ll take my time, Red, and savor every goddamn second. Such a hungry little hole you have. These rosy cheeks of yours make it even better.” Brock pushed in slowly and pulled out almost to the tip before plunging in a little deeper. Reaching down for Red’s dangling cock and balls, he grasped them, stroking and squeezing rather roughly. Within minutes, he was able to glide smoothly in and out of the lubed channel. The familiar tingle in his balls grew steadily until he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. The cock in his hand appeared ready to blow as well. “You ready to come for me, Red?”
“Yes, Sir. Please may I come, Sir?”
Ah fuck, he pleads so nicely.
“Now! Come for me now, Red!” he shouted as his cock ruptured, cum filling the condom in hot blasts while the dick he’d been giving one of his best hand jobs burst. Creamy, molten fluid coated his fingers and his palm as Red let loose with a toe-curling groan of completion.
Ninety minutes later after Brock had seen to Red’s aftercare, they shared a sweet kiss and bid each other good night.
Prologue
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Munich Germany – Die Bärenhöhle (The Bear Cave – a Gay BDSM Club)
Swat!
“Eight, Sir. May I have another, please?”
Swat!
“Nine, Sir. One more makes ten, Sir.”
Master Brock wielded the flogger one more time.
Swat!
“Ten, Sir.”
“You apologize for the sassy back talk, Red, and I might still consider fucking your ass as a reward.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry Pap—I mean, Sir.”
“I caught that slip, Red. You are to address me as Sir, not Papa Bear. We are not in a goddamn fairytale world here. For your repeated lapse—whether intentional or not—you’ll get ten more, but this time I’ll be using a paddle, not the flogger. This studded one looks sturdy enough and should make a nice imprint on that ass of yours. Count them out, Red, nice and loud.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Smack! Smack!
“One, two, Sir!”
“Bet your ass is burning hot, isn’t it, Red?”
“Y-yes. The fire the l-last ten lashes s-started is incinerating me f-from the inside out, Sir. I’m r-ready… to explode. I don’t k-know how much… l-longer I can hold off.”
“You’ll hold off or use your safeword, Red. Do you understand?”
The sub’s muffled “yes, Sir” was squeezed through clenched lips.
Eight smacks later, Brock couldn’t help but admire his handy work. Luck had definitely been on his side when he met the gorgeous ginger now cuffed lengthwise, belly down, across the top of the spanking bench in the private room he’d been able to secure at The Bear Cave. Who knew his vacation in Germany would end on such a high?
Sweat dotted his bare chest as well as his face, and his leather pants got tighter by the minute as his cock swelled to epic proportions. It’d been too long since he let his dominant side out to play. Way too long. Seeing as this was his last night here, he planned to go out with a bang. Literally. Ginger’s ass couldn’t be any more tempting and that sweet pucker was fluttering before his eyes, just beckoning him. He’d fuck him blind, then give him some proper aftercare and call it a night.
After he stepped up to the end of the bench, he unzipped his pants, pushed them down to his knees, rolled a condom over his throbbing erection, and lubed up. Red’s legs trembled and twitched within their cuffs, his arms straining and vibrating within their restraints. Using some of the lube on the rubber to slick two fingers, he slid them into Red’s ass and gave them a few twists. Satisfied with his preparations, he lined the bulbous head of his cock up to the hole waiting to be plundered and pushed in slowly.
“Damn you’re tight, Red.”
“Sorry, Sir. It’s been a while for me, Sir.”
“I’ll take my time, Red, and savor every goddamn second. Such a hungry little hole you have. These rosy cheeks of yours make it even better.” Brock pushed in slowly and pulled out almost to the tip before plunging in a little deeper. Reaching down for Red’s dangling cock and balls, he grasped them, stroking and squeezing rather roughly. Within minutes, he was able to glide smoothly in and out of the lubed channel. The familiar tingle in his balls grew steadily until he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. The cock in his hand appeared ready to blow as well. “You ready to come for me, Red?”
“Yes, Sir. Please may I come, Sir?”
Ah fuck, he pleads so nicely.
“Now! Come for me now, Red!” he shouted as his cock ruptured, cum filling the condom in hot blasts while the dick he’d been giving one of his best hand jobs burst. Creamy, molten fluid coated his fingers and his palm as Red let loose with a toe-curling groan of completion.
Ninety minutes later after Brock had seen to Red’s aftercare, they shared a sweet kiss and bid each other good night.
Harper Jewel lives in northeast New Jersey with her husband and 17-year-old daughter. She has three cats, enjoys reading, and taking trips to Walt Disney World. With her outgoing personality and vivid imagination, she is able to create characters and plots that are believable as well as memorable.
An avid reader of paranormal and erotic romances, she has always dreamed of becoming an author. The stories all began when she was in grade school and earned her writing honors throughout her school years. Now, she’s finally bringing them to life for others to read.
While working on her writing career, she’s put her college education and background in English and Language Arts to work as an editor, and she’s expanded her skills to include formatting for Smashwords Premium Catalog, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Amazon, & All Romance Ebooks.
Chris lives in Germany, together with her husband, slave, Dom, partner in crime, and muse (all in one person, not even she's that kinky!). She loves her husband, men in kilts and Scotch Whisky. Her idea of a perfect evening is to curl up with her laptop and write (the other options are not suitable to post them in public).
Meg Bawden was born and raised in North Queensland, Australia. She’s loved stories since before she can remember and has always enjoyed creating characters of her own, even if it did begin with drawing faces on toilet rolls and giving them names. Writing has always been a passion of hers and she’s loved the M/M genre since 2004, the first book she read being Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez.
Writing M/M since 2007, Meg has never had the confidence to attempt publishing her own stories, but in 2015, she decided that it was all about to change thanks to the amazing friends she’s made in the M/M genre and their support and encouragement. So watch out, world, Meg Bawden is coming out to have some fun!
S.A. Garcia can never decide between red or white. Nor can she decide between creating visual art or word art, so over the decades a career in visual design, music journalism, and technical writing blossomed. Ten years of running an indie music magazine certainly provided plenty of wild characters and curious situations for fiction.
Even when traveling to interview bands, writing fiction always percolated in the background, and writing male romantic fiction ruled above all. Reading Gordon Merrick at age nineteen sounded a wonderful wake-up call. There's thirty years of male/male romance hidden away in her notebooks and on the computer. Now it is time to release the stories into the free air.
When not obsessing over different ways to describe romantic encounters, S.A. enjoys cooking for her beloved of twenty-five years; she endures the endless experiments with grace. Gardening, traveling, arguing politics, and teaching the house bunnies new tricks provide more fun. Unfortunately the furry furies refuse to learn how to type.
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Chris McHart
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S.A. Garcia
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