Good Boys and Girls by Kenny N Gamera

I hate the fucking green suit. I hate it. I hate it. Why does he make me wear it? The green suit takes the fun out of it. I hate it so much.

“Hole, come here.”

It is Hole’s turn. Hole runs over to him. She is quick. Sometimes, I think that she likes it. She might, but she doesn’t wear a green suit. Ever. She is naked. Naked can be worse than the green suit.

Hole drops to her knees in front of him. She reaches into his bright red pants and pulls his big dick through the flap. She opens her mouth. His big dick goes into it.

He takes her head by grabbing her hair. My friends think Cunt is the cutest girl in school; I like Hole best. Hole has a pretty face, even if her boobs aren’t as big as Cunt’s. My friends like Cunt’s boobs, but they have never seen Hole with a dick in her mouth. It is the sexiest thing I have seen.

I think of Hole at night when I am alone. Sometimes, he lets me play with myself. When he does, I think of Hole. She gives me blowjobs. She kisses me. I like it best when she kisses me in my dreams. Maybe, he will let her kiss me someday. That would be nice.

He pulls his big dick from her mouth. He looks around the room. First, he stares at Cunt hanging from the wall by chains. Then he looks at Pussy in the stocks. He looks at their bodies and licks his lips.

All the guys want to see them naked. I tell them I want to, too. But I see them naked all the time when we meet with him. They are nice to look at, but I don’t lick my lips. I don’t want the whip. I stay silent in the corner.

“Which should I fuck?” He says. We are all quiet. We know he doesn’t care what we think. “Who’s been naughty? Who’s been nice?”

He laughs a big laugh. His belly jiggles. Like jelly. I almost smile, but I don’t want the whip. I try to be nice. He looks at me. He laughs again. He can see my thoughts, I know.

“Helper!”

I run over. I stand next to the still kneeling Hole. I bend my head now. It can’t be, though I can see it coming. I have on the green suit.

He reaches to the pants. He undoes the drawstring. The pants slide down to my bony knees. They get caught. I want to cry so bad, but there is the whip.

He plays with my little prick. So much smaller than his. So small and scrawny. It gets hard but not big. I fight back the tears.

“So my little helper, who shall I fuck this time?”

Not me. Not me, I think. “Please, Uncle …”

I made a boo-boo. He isn’t Uncle Nick now. He grabs my little nuts in their sack and squeezes hard.

“Please, Santa. Please.”

“Yes, my little helper. Best you call old Saint Nick by his name, want to stay on the nice list.”

“Yes, Santa.”

“So who shall I fuck, my little helper?”

“I … I …” Please, I have on the green suit.

“Oh, you want to be the little girl again do you?”

“No. Please.”

He takes me to the table. He pushes me back onto it. He puts my hands in the loops. He tightens the ropes. My feet go it

No, please don’t. No, please don’t. I want to cry. I want to shout. No, please. Please. I look at his big dick. It sticks out of his bright red pants. It points at me like a horn. No, please.

“Do you want to be the little girl?”

“No. Please, don’t make me be the little girl.” Please, fuck the little bitches. You have three. They are for that. “I’m a boy.”

“There are no boys, here. Just little girls and men.” He laughs just like in the department store. “Do you want to be a man?”

“Yes, Santa.” His dick is so big. I am so small. “I want to be a man.”

“Hole.”

She comes over to the table and looks at him. Her eyes are big. She smiles at him. She stares into his fat, droopy face.

“Do it.”

She looks at me. Her smile grows when she sees my little prick sticking straight out. She climbs on the table and squats over my little prick. She sinks onto it as if it weren’t there.

It feels good anyway. She rocks up and down. She goes slow. It feels so good. But I hold on, like I have been taught.

She looks into my eyes. I stare into her green eyes. I want to reach to her. I want to hold her. I want to feel her whole body on my outside. I shiver.

“May I kiss him, Santa?”

He laughs as loud as ever and between his laughs he tells her she can. She bends down. Her lips touch mine. Like so many of my dreams, I let go.

“He came, Santa.”

I cringe. I wait for him to tear Hole from her place. Soon, the whip will come.

He laughs.

“My little helper is a man now, Hole. Get off of him.”

She gets off of me and stands next to the table. My sperm leaks down her leg. He takes the ropes from my hands and feet. I stand. She smiles at me.

“So my little helper. You are a man now. You know what men do.” He holds the whip out to me. “Which will it be?”

I never look away from her. I point at Hole. She smiles at me.