A Christmas Story

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

A Christmas Story

Family and friends were gathered at the table. It was three days before Christmas, and they’d just finished a huge dinner. Jeff and his brother, their parents. Their best friends, Cory and Alex, and their parents. His paternal and maternal cousins and aunts and uncles.

Jeff had hardly enjoyed the dinner, and now it was time. Was there really a Santa Claus? He wasn’t sure, but he felt like he was about to find out. “Mom, can I be excused for a minute? I have to get something, and then I have stuff I have to say. I’ll help with cleaning up afterwards.”

His mother looked at his father. Just requesting to be excused was highly unusual for their oldest son. At fourteen, he was becoming a handful, always seeming to be in trouble for something. Seeing a slight nod from her husband, she told Jeff he could go.

He returned a few seconds later with a wrapped gift. It was mostly flat, and less than a foot long and half that wide. He placed it in front of his brother and said, “Go ahead and open it.”

Carl was suspicious. Jeff and he frequently came to battles, especially more so in the last year. He was ten months younger, but smaller and less strong, so it frequently took their parents to separate them. To be handed a gift from him was beyond strange. Still, he didn’t believe his brother would do anything in front of their parents and two sets of aunts and uncles.

The paper tore easily and in moments he had a ping pong paddle in his hands. He looked at Jeff with confusion written all over his face.

Jeff ignored his brother for the moment, instead, he stood and addressed his parents.

Mom, Dad, I know I’ve been a handful recently. The reason Carl is holding the paddle is because of what I did the last three days. For starters, Carl did not eat the cookies, I did. I lied about it. My alibi was also a lie, I wasn’t in the shower like I said, I simply stripped to my boxers and wrapped a towel around me.”

He turned to his mother’s sister and husband, and especially at his youngest cousin, Adam, who had just turned nine. “Aunt Sue, I told Adam there is no Santa Claus. He cried, and I threatened to hurt him if he told you.” He lowered his gaze and looked directly at Adam and spoke before anyone else could say anything.

“Adam, I think I was wrong. Actually, to tell you he didn’t exist was wrong, but I mean about my belief that he didn’t. I either dreamed it, or I met him. I don’t know which. But I now believe that what I told you was not correct. Santa Claus does exist. I’m sorry for making you cry.”

Jeff turned back to his brother. “Carl, how were you punished after I convinced Mom that you ate the cookies?”

“I was spanked,” his brother said, still confused as to what was going on.

“On the bare, right?” Carl nodded and was about to speak, but his brother continued. “And me, Cory, and Alex all watched, right?” He turned to his girl cousins before his brother could answer. “You guys weren’t here yet, but if you had, who knows? Maybe you would have gotten to watch too.” He turned back to Carl.

“Yeah, you guys got to watch. But what…”

“We’ll get to what I think you want to ask in a minute.” Jeff turned to his parents. “In the dream, or meeting, I honestly don’t know which, Santa told me that I’ve been picking on Carl a lot, and it was getting worse. He said that I need to learn to be humble. I had to look up the meaning of that word. There was a lot more said, but that is for me to work on. As for the meaning, when used as a verb, humiliation would be a synonym. So now we come to why Carl is holding a paddle. You and Dad are too soft. I’m not learning from the punishments you give me when you do catch me picking on him. I deserve more. So I have decided that Carl should be in charge of my punishments. He can determine how I’m to be punished, to what extent, and any other conditions he wants to impose. You can always override anything he wants, but I cannot. And I think he should remain in charge for a year. Until next Christmas Eve. During that time, if I do something wrong, you can take care of it yourselves. Or, you have me ask Carl to punish me.”

He took a deep breath. This was going to be very hard, just as his dream had said it would be. He turned back to his brother. “Carl, that paddle can be used on me by you. There will not be a retaliation. You were spanked on the bare in front of your best friend. I know that hurt you more than the spanking itself. Now, unless Mom or Dad say otherwise, you are now in charge of correcting that wrong. How do you wish to punish me?”

Jeff knew that this would be the deciding point. His parents only used spanking for the worst of offensives, and maybe it worked when he and his brother were 6 and 5 but it didn’t work now. And they had never used anything except a hand. They would never relinquish control to his thirteen-year-old brother unless it wasn’t a dream. And if it wasn’t a dream, then what he had said to Adam was wrong.

Carl looked first to his parents. They both appeared as stunned as him, but neither one said anything. Could this be for real? It was time to find out.

“First, I want you naked. I know that Kim, Diane and Alisha are here and they were not at my spanking, but that’s your problem.” He paused, knowing that one of his parents was going to say no to that. Or one of his aunts and uncles. But none of them spoke. He looked back to his brother who was unbuttoning his shirt.

“You’re really going to do it?” he asked, completely stunned.

“I told you; you are in charge of the punishment and conditions. Mom or Dad can override you, but if they don’t, then I have to submit to you. For that reason, you have to tell them how you are going to punish me before it starts. Since they are both here now, you can make it up as you go.”

Jeff had finished unbuttoning his shirt and removed it, hanging it over the back of his chair. He didn’t have shoes on, so when he undid his belt and slipped the catch on the top of his slacks free, they fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. As he picked them up and folded them, Carl could see his brother’s arms were shaking.

Then, to the total astonishment of all, including himself, he pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. Not one of the adults had overridden Carl’s edict. He stood behind his chair wearing socks and nothing else. He kept his arms on the back of his chair. His dick began to rise.

Carl tested the paddle by swinging it in the air a few times. “Your age plus 5,” he said.

This time his mother did speak. “Not that hard.”

Jeff realized that she put a limit on the intensity of the paddling, but did not act to stop it. He looked around. His girl cousins, Kim, the oldest, Diane, who was thirteen, and Alisa, who was eleven, had gotten out of their chairs and were standing up, hoping to get a better view of him. Carl helped them.

“Over the back of the couch,” he said, pointing to the living room.

That meant that he had to walk naked around the table. His dad’s chair was pushed back and was nearly against the dining room wall, so he had to go the other way. Past his three girl cousins.

“I’ll add more if you cover up,” Carl said, testing the waters to see what would happen. He was as surprised as everybody else when none of the adults corrected him.

He had to squeeze past the girls, his boner brushing against them as he did. Horribly embarrassing, far worse than he’d bargained for. They didn’t seem to mind. Alisha even moved one of her hands to let it rub across her palm.

He got into position, but Carl corrected it, making him lean further over until his butt was near the top. Jeff realized that in this position his balls were hanging free over the back of the couch, and his dick was pressed against the top.

“Spread your legs,” Carl ordered, again totally shocked that the order wasn’t overruled. He was beginning to enjoy this.

With that pose, Jeff realized that his butt cheeks were spread apart, giving everyone a view that he could only imagine. And his imagination was graphically correct.

“Count them out,” his brother ordered. Immediately afterwards, Jeff felt the sharp, stinging pain as he took the first hit.

“One,” he said.

By the twelfth one, he was fighting back tears. By number fourteen, he’d lost that battle. To his credit, at least his brother made the last five of them hardly hurt.

“Your corner time will start after you clear the table,” Carl said. “And thanks for the present. I’m sure it will get a lot of use.”

“Corner time or clearing the table,” their mom corrected. “Not both.

Carl was torn. His brother’s boner had gone away and he wanted him to stand there with the girls and even Cory and Alex, their two best friends, looking, as had Adam. But without the erection, it seemed almost pointless. Clearing the table would most likely take the longest time, so he chose that.

By the time Jeff had made the dozens of trips necessary, including one to get wine and another for coffee, he was hard again. He grabbed his clothes and was about to escape to his room, but his brother stopped him.

“I want something else,” he said to their parents. “I want him to be totally truthful to me for the rest of the week and weekend.”

“And you think he’s lying about something?”

“I have questions I want to ask him.”

His mom looked confused. “You can’t punish him if you just think he is lying. And if you already know the answers to your questions, then you don’t need to ask them.”

“Wait a second,” his dad said. “Carl isn’t asking for something we already expect Jeff to provide. I don’t know what he is after, but I don’t see a reason to not grant him his wish.”

“Okay, I see your point,” his mom responded. “Fine, Jeff is to be totally honest with you.” She looked at the older brother. “But don’t interpret that as meaning it is okay to lie to others.”

“Cory, Alex, come with us,” Carl said. “You too, Jeff.”

They went to Carl’s room. Once inside, Carl turned to his brother. “I’m going to ask you some questions. Do you promise that you will answer them truthfully?”

Jeff had no idea what his brother was on about. “If you mean my telling Adam that I either met Santa or dreamed I did, that was the truth. But yeah, I promise, I’ll answer your questions truthfully.”

“If you lie, and I can prove it, I’m going to ask these guys how they want you punished. You can either accept it, or I’ll ask mom and dad to allow me to make you do something horrible. Two weeks ago, we played poker. Did you cheat?”

Jeff’s blood ran cold. There was no way his brother could know. But what if he did?

“I had a deck of marked cards,” he said. “I knew what each of you had all the time. I knew what the top card was on the draw pile. That’s how I won.” He turned to Carl. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t. Not until last night. Santa told me.”

“Santa, as in Santa Claus?” Alex said with a snigger.

“He admitted it, didn’t he,” Carl said to his best friend. “Your brother had to let Trisha Morgan and Kaleen Hansford see him naked. Except for one card, that could have been you, only it would have been two girls our age instead of theirs.”

Alex had actually forgotten how close it was to him being the first one to lose all his chips. “Yeah, okay. But still, Santa told you?”

“I dreamed it. I didn’t even remember it until I heard him tell Adam that he dreamed or talked with Santa.” Carl looked from Alex to Jeff.

“Do you have anything to say to your best friend?”

“I’m sorry. I cheated, that’s the bottom line. How do you want me to make it up to you? A blowjob? Let them see me naked? I leave it up to you.”

“Were you ever going to tell him that you only won because you cheated?” Carl asked his brother.

“Yeah, of course. Someday.”

“Bull shit. That’s a lie. Am I wrong?”

Jeff realized he’d just lied. And he almost told his brother he was wrong, which would have been another lie. Right after he promised not to. How his brother knew didn’t matter, he knew.

“You are not wrong. I lied. I wasn’t going to tell Cory that I cheated. I had no plan to make it up to him. It wasn’t something from my meeting with Santa, or my dream, whichever it was. He didn’t bring it up. All he wanted me to do was be humbled. I did that with the paddle I gave you.”

“Fuck this,” Cory said angerly. “I thought our friendship met something. You embarrassed the hell out of me. Trisha and Coleen did more than see me naked. They made me jerk off while they watched. And you were never going to do anything. You don’t even have any remorse for it. If not for your brother, I would have never known that I didn’t lose because I was unlucky. I lost because you cheated.”

“You are right. I’m a jerk. But I do want to remain your friend. Use your anger to decide how to punish me. I’ll accept anything you want. But only if it does more than just make you feel satisfied.”

“What if I want you to blow the three of us?”

“Then I will.” Jeff hoped like hell it wasn’t going to come to that.

His answer caused Carl to calm down a bit. “I, uh, maybe I’ll want it. But seriously, what you owe me is going to suck for you. Four girls, no, six, from our grade. You will tell them what I told Trisha and Coleen – that you lost playing cards and have to let them see you totally naked. And don’t leave it up to them to ask you to jerk off, you’ll tell them it was part of the bet. And after that, uh…” Carl stopped talking.

“The blowjobs,” Jeff took over for him. “You can say it. I want you to feel justified. I not only cheated, but as you said, I didn’t feel bad about what you had to do. If Alex had lost instead of you, I wouldn’t have felt bad for him either. Same thing if it had been Carl. So I guess I owe all three of you something. You can pick the girls and the location. Add something if you want. But after I do this, please promise me you’ll still want to be my friend. You may not trust me, but I’ll try and earn that back if I can.”

“I’m going to get a blowjob?” Alex asked.

“Not if you keep gloating about it. It’s supposed to be a punishment. One you didn’t do anything to earn. Maybe I’ll just have him blow me and you two can do each other if you want one.”

Carl saw his friend look at him. “Don’t ask me to override it. This is up to your brother. And he’s right, we didn’t suffer any harm. Only he did. For me to make it a punishment, I’d have to get approval from my parents. And I’d rather not try to get an approval from them to let me order Jeff to suck our dicks.”

“Why did you even offer it to me?” Cory asked. “You know your parents wouldn’t approve such a punishment. Yet you offered it to me, and I trust you meant it if I asked for it.”

“Which is the very reason I made the offer. Look, I didn’t lie to Adam. I either dreamed it, or I did meet Santa for real. I’m not sure which.” That was mostly a lie, he was damn near positive he had spoken in person to the old man. “He warned me about the future unless I stopped being the asshole I was. He didn’t use that word, but I knew what he meant. And he said I had to be punished. I had to be humbled. He never mentioned the card game, but if my brother heard it from him, then he knew. I was focused on what I said that made my little cousin cry. I should have been thinking about more than that. Don’t feel sorry for me. I fucked up. I offered it to you. You don’t have to make it just between you and me.”

Cory didn’t know what to say. This was all getting a bit weird. He stood there, trying to figure out what to do. Then a question came to him.

“You still have the marked cards?” Jeff nodded. “So you would have used them in the future. Would you have ever thought about playing for blowjobs?”

“The thought had crossed my mind. I rejected it, but for the wrong reason. Instead of being concerned about one or more of you having to do it, I was thinking how unlikely it would be that any of you would have played for that high a bet.”

Cory made up his mind. “We’re still friends, but you owe me. I’ll give you a choice. You will do exactly what I did, with just Trisha and Coleen, and you will also jack off for your three girl cousins before they go home. Otherwise, six girls from our grade. And if you feel that you owe our brothers a blowjob, I won’t try and stop you or talk you out of it, but I also won’t make you do it. Your choice.”

“Making me decide to do what is owed instead of you ordering it is a pretty tough punishment,” Jeff said. “But I think I can handle it.” He looked at Alex. “You get your wish. You and Carl. Merry Christmas.”

“Really?” Carl asked. “I mean, you don’t have to.”

“Carl didn’t tell me I had to. That’s not the same thing. I’ve got to change, and this punishment will serve to remind me. But if you really don’t want one, then…”

“He can think about if he wants,” Alex said. “But I’m ready.” He quickly lowered his clothing, revealing a banana-shaped four incher.

“Lay on Carl’s bed,” Jeff said. Once the younger teen was in place, he bent over and took the twitching penis into his mouth. It was a new experience for both of them, and after a couple of complaints from Alex, Jeff did his best to get the kid done correctly and quickly. It lasted a few minutes and ended with a noisy sigh as Alex fired four of his best rounds into the back of Jeff’s throat.

“Shit, you swallowed it,” Carl said.

“What did you think I was going to do, spit it out onto the carpet? Have you decided yet?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I want one, but…”

“Stop trying to give me a choice. Get undressed and get on your bed.”

The last time Carl had been naked in front of anyone else had been five years ago, it took a few seconds for him to get up enough nerve to pull his pants down. When he hesitated again, Jeff reached over and yanked his briefs down to his knees and then pushed his brother onto his bed.

Having practiced on Alex, he hoped it wouldn’t take as long with his brother. But embarrassment was keeping Carl from enjoying it. Twice Jeff was sure his brother was about to shoot, only to have the dick in his mouth wilt a bit. Finally, he stood up.

“Look, I get that you’re embarrassed. Try not to think of it being me doing it or that Alex is watching. Close your eyes and think about it being Trisha Morgan’s sister sucking your dick. You like Beth, don’t you?”

The redness that spread over Carl’s cheeks was answer enough. Jeff bent back over. This time, it only took a minute before his brother erupted. Carl lifted his butt, pushing his dick deeper into Jeff’s mouth. His knees bent. And he let out a happy moan that was a bit too loud.

Jeff took it all, and then told Alex, who was still naked from the waist down, to make sure the door was locked. The last thing any of them needed was for his mom to come in.

As Carl got up and hurried to his clothes, Jeff pointed to his best friend. “Your turn,” he declared.

Cory remembered how nervous and ashamed he’d felt when he lost at cards and had to get naked in front of two girls. This wasn’t nearly as bad. He liked Jeff, but he was looking forward to what his brother and Carl had just experienced.

At fourteen, he was bigger by an inch than either of the brothers, and seen up close, Jeff thought his balls looked enormous. But he’d taken this on as punishment without making his friend order him to do it, and he wasn’t going to back out now.

He found he couldn’t take it all the way in without gagging, but Cory didn’t seem to notice. His dick swelled after just a half a minute, and six bursts of thicker, salty cum flooded his mouth. With the dick still taking up most of his mouth, he couldn’t swallow it fast enough, and some escaped, coated his chin.

“I got to pee,” Alex announced as soon as it was over. He unlocked the door and opened it only to find Jeff’s three girl cousins on the other side. Kim, Diane, and Alisha giggled at seeing the naked boy, and followed him back into the room where they also got to see Cory.

“I can’t believe you agreed to do that,” Kim said to Jeff.

“You can’t tell my parents; I don’t want Carl to get into trouble,” Jeff said.

“Oh, you’re ready to make deals now, are you?” Kim said with a sly smile. “Okay, fine. But you do the thing you have to do with the six girls, and you invite us to be there too.” She saw the looks on the faces of the four boys. “Yeah, we’ve been out here for a while. We know what went on in here. The punishment you gave yourself when your best friend wouldn’t order it. Are you gay? Was all this just an excuse to give you a chance to do what you secretly wanted to do? Suck your best friend’s cock?”

“No!” Jeff said firmly. “I’m not.”

“He isn’t. He didn’t enjoy it.” Cory defended his friend.

“Well, that may be true, but we still want to watch him do it. And, we want more. You guys are going to be there too, and all three of you will also be naked. If you agree to that, we won’t tell the other girls or any of our parents what went on in here. If not, those six girls will hear about the loud scream of pleasure Cory gave as he filled Jeff’s mouth with cum. We’ll be downstairs and give you guys a chance to talk about it. But the day after tomorrow is Christmas eve, so if you’re going to do it, you need to start calling the girls and setting it up before we all go home.”

“Wait,” Jeff said. “You can come, but leave these guys out of it. They didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll do something else for you.”

“We made our offer and we’re not changing it. Accept it, or come down and tell the adults that you were giving oral sex as a punishment for using marked cards to make Carl get seen naked by girls. Or, we tell them. And, just so you know, we made a recording of it that we’ll play, so each of your parents will hear what you said.” Kim looked sharply at Alex when she said that. Then the girls left.

“Shit, I was too much thinking of myself,” Alex said. “If my parents hear the things I said, my Christmas will probably go the same way Jeff’s is.”

“Look guys, I can’t make you do it. I’ll tell our parents it was all my idea. If the girls really do have a recording, they will hear how much Cory was against it. Carl too. But Alex, you’re right, I don’t think your parents will be proud of you for wanting what you wanted. Each of you has to make up your own mind. I won’t be angry with any of you for backing out of my cousin’s plan.”

“What if we let them see us naked here,” Carl suggested. “We could even jack off for them.”

“If Cory and Alex agree with that, go and suggest it to them. I’ll even blow each of you again while they watch if you need to sweeten the deal.”

After getting approval from the Washington brothers, Cory went to tell the girls. He found them in the basement watching TV. Adam was with them, but was too involved watching the TV show to even notice that his cousin had entered the room.

Kim asked why Carl had come down alone.

He made the offer, but was surprised by how Kim twisted it.

“That’s an excellent addition to what we asked for. Go get your brother and your guests. We’d love to watch the four of you jack off down here.”

“Uh, that’s not what I meant,” Cory began.

“Oh, we know what you meant. But now it is part of what we want. Do that, and what we told you to do, or the parents will all hear the sorry tail of how you chose to punish your brother. We’ll have your answer if the four of you come down here naked and ready to put on a show before you invite the six girls over to perform it for them too.”

“What about him?” Carl pointed at his nine-year-old cousin.

“He’s watching TV,” Alisha said. “Don’t worry about him, he isn’t aware of anything once he’s watching his favorite show.”

“Which ends in ten minutes,” Kim said. “We don’t want Adam involved. We’ll have to go find another place for the show. We’ll find something else for him to watch by himself.”

“Behind the garage,” Diane said. “Making them get naked in the backyard will be even worse for them.”

“No, too risky,” her sister said. “Other kids might come out and see them. Besides, it’s cold. Their little dicks would shrivel up and be no bigger than Adam’s.”

Just then Carl’s father stuck his head down the steps. “We adults have decided to go to a show. We’re trusting you all to behave. Carl, don’t even think of using your new power on your brother while we are gone. If he misbehaves, text me and I’ll approve something, or just save it until we’re back.”

“Problem solved,” Kim said as soon as her uncle was gone. “In the living room, as soon as they leave. Don’t disappoint us. Your dad is already not sure you can be fair when dealing with Jeff. Think about how he’ll react if we tell him what your brother is going to do tomorrow.”

Too scared and ashamed to even be hard, the four boys headed for the living room. They could hear the three girls giggling and laughing as they made their entrance.

“Oh, my, look at them,” Alisha said. At eleven, seeing four teen boys totally naked was as big a thrill as she’d ever had. And if they did what Diane told her they were going to do, it would be even better.

“Line up, facing us,” Kim ordered. Jeff, Carl, Cory, and Alex. That way we can compare brother to brother.”

“They aren’t even hard yet,” her sister complained.

“They will be. They don’t want to stand there any longer than they have to. If necessary, they will do something to their brother to make him get hard.”

None of the boys had any doubt what that “something” would be. Each of them used a hand to start trying to overcome their dick’s shyness and to make it stand up for itself. It took a couple of minutes before all four of them had boners.

The three girls got up from their seats. They’d found a plastic ruler and used it to measure each boy, starting with Jeff. “Four and a quarter,” Kim said. She handed the ruler off to her sister who went to Carl.

“Four and an eighth. Nearly as big as his older brother.” The ruler than passed to Alisha, who skipped over Cory and went to her favorite, Alex. She hid her intentional ministrations by pretending to be getting an accurate measurement, but in all honesty, she just enjoyed having the opportunity to touch a boy’s privates. “Four and an eighth, same as Carl,” she said finally.

Then she stepped back to Cory and once again, made the most of the opportunity to grope and touch a boy of fourteen everywhere, including his ball sack. None of the other girls did anything more than giggle. Finally, after nearly making him cum, she took the measurement.

“Four and seven eighths. He’s got the biggest one by far.”

The girls took their seats. “Okay boys, go ahead and do it. And don’t make a mess on the floor. Catch it. And I think you all know how to dispose of what ends up in your hand.”

Wide-eyed with even more humiliation at hand, they began.

Cory finished first. Having nearly cum while Alisha had played with his dick, it didn’t take much for him to get the job done. He caught his discharge in his left hand and forced himself to raise it to his mouth and lick his palm clean.

He was just finished when his brother got done and raised his palm to his mouth to get rid of the cum.

That put all eyes on Jeff and Carl. Carl had already shot once in the last half hour, firing his load into his brother’s mouth. That allowed Jeff to be the next to shoot.

With all three girls now looking only at him, it made it harder for Carl to get it done. When he managed, it wasn’t much of an orgasm, but he did shoot a couple of bursts into his palm. And then, like the three boys before him, he forced himself to raise his hand to his mouth and lick it clean.

“Give me a contact number for one of the two girls who saw you do that for them,” Kim said to Cory. “I’ll call them and set up your next performance.”

It was set for just 10 am the next morning. That night, only Adam seemed to have a good sleep. The girls stayed up late talking about seeing the boys and what tomorrow would bring. And the boys were also thinking about tomorrow, although their conversation and dreams were not filled with happy thoughts.

Ten o’clock found them knocking on Trisha Morgan’s front door. The boys filled with trepidation, the girls with excitement.

Trisha answered and quickly invited them inside. From somewhere beyond the door came the sound of dozens of voices.

“I hope it’s okay, but we couldn’t just pick three girls from each age. They all wanted to have a friend with them. There are about 25 girls and 9 or 10 boys downstairs. They all know what they are going to see, so it won’t be a surprise.”

She looked at the boys. “It will be easier if you strip up here.”

“There was only supposed to be six. Just girls.” Jeff was getting angry. But his brother knew that anger wasn’t going to help.

“Look, we’re here. We either leave and our parents find out, or we go and get it over with. Getting mad will only make it worse.” To demonstrate that he meant what he said, he pulled his shirt off.

“You guys too,” he said to Cory and Alex. “Strip or go home, but please make up your minds before I’m naked.”

They’d talked about doing it for a much smaller group of girls before bed last night. As bad as it would be, Jeff pointed out that Cory had gotten through it on his own. And they all agreed that having their parents find out about the blowjobs and coming here would result in further punishments for them.

Cory gave in first, and quickly removed his shirt as Carl started with his pants. Once he began, Alex gave in, and then Jeff. In a minute, the four of them were naked. Trisha led the way, and Kim, Diane, and Alisha followed her. Behind them were three totally nude teen boys.

The noise level dropped as Trisha entered the basement, followed by more girls. And then it rose to a joyous crescendo as the four naked boys came in.

The boys looked around. In the front were girls aged from eleven to fifteen. Most of them were either thirteen or fourteen, but it didn’t matter, they knew them all. In the back were boys, mostly eleven and twelve years old. Again, there were no strangers.

The boys had agreed the night before that the best thing to do was to just do it and then get the hell out of Trisha’s house. It had been Jeff’s idea, and he was the first to begin.

Once he started, none of the others wanted to be the one who finished last, as all eyes would be on him, so they quickly began stroking their own dicks. The cheering grew even louder as the other boys joined in.

Alex finished first. He wanted to rush upstairs, but they’d all agreed the night before that they would exit together. He tried to hide behind his brother.

Jeff was next, mostly because he had not had as many cums in the last 30 hours as the other boys. As he raised his hand and licked it clean, the yelling was so loud he guessed the neighbors could hear it. He hoped no adult would came to check on it.

Carl and Cory finished within seconds of each other. They also got rid of the discharge and then all four boys raced up the stairs as fast as they could go. They were almost dressed when Kin, Diane, and Alisha joined them.

“You did good,” Kim said. “We’ll keep our end of the deal. We won’t tell anyone about the blowjobs.”

Christmas eve night, nine-year old Adam was having a restless sleep. He dreamed about being with Santa Claus and watching as his cousin unwrapped the early present Jeff had gotten for him. He dreamed it got used according to the rule of age plus five. He almost cried along with Jeff.

His dream shifted. He was there when Jeff’s best friend was naked in front of two girls. He watched with interest as the very scared and ashamed teen used his hand to rub his dick. He knew what it was, his best friend back home had learned it from an older brother and showed it to him. It felt really good when they did it together.

That friend had also taught him about something called blowjobs, but he didn’t believe it. Peter had said it was when a boy put his johnson – that’s what Peter called his dick – into another person’s mouth. Who would do that? The other person might bite it off! But in his dream, he watched as Carl, Cory, and Alex one at a time stuck their dick into Jeff’s mouth.

He also loved the part of his dream where his cousins and their two friends played with their dicks in front of a lot of girls and boys. They all looked so scared and ashamed! It was a funny dream. He woke up. His sister was gone, it was just him in the room they were sharing at their cousin’s house. And it was a good thing she was gone too because his little dick was hard and had worked its way out of the hole between the two buttons on his pajama bottoms. He knew, thanks to Peter, what to do to make it feel good and then the stiffness would go away for a while.

After playing with his new favorite toy until that weird feeling came over him, he went to the bathroom and peed. Once he was dressed, he went downstairs where everyone was busy hanging decorations or working on the big pre-Christmas dinner scheduled for that afternoon. Everyone kind of ignored him, thinking he was too little. But then Jeff saw him and called him over.

He was mad at Jeff, who yesterday had made him cry. He said he was being a baby, still believing in Santa Claus. He said the man didn’t exist.

“Hey, I know you’re mad at me, but please come and let me talk to you, okay?”

Jeff sounded polite, not like the big meany he’d been over the last year or two. Adam took a chance. After all, people were all over the house. If his cousin did anything, all he had to do was cry out.

Jeff got on his knees so that their faces were about at the same level.

“Look, I want to start by saying I am very sorry for two things. One, I made you cry. And two, I told you that Santa wasn’t real. Both of those were wrong. I know I said I would punch you if you told, but I’m going to correct that after dinner is over. For right now, you can believe in Santa all you want. I might have even been wrong about him not being real. I had a very strange dream last night. So you can either wait until after dinner, or you can tell your parents now what I told you. I won’t punch you if you tell. Okay?”

Jeff rose and went back to helping the others. Adam was worried that maybe it was a trick. But his cousin had sounded like he was really sorry. He decided to wait and see what happened after dinner.

The next big surprise was even bigger than the first one. Dinner had just ended, and Jeff went to his room and returned with a present for Carl. When Carl opened it, it was a ping pong paddle, just like the one in his dream. He rose from his chair, but Jeff was already speaking.

Adam listened as his older cousin admitted he lied about some cookies and who had eaten them. And then he found out that Carl had been spanked because of the lie. All this was just like in the dream he’d had last night. But then it changed somewhat after Uncle John asked Jeff why he’d given the gift to Carl.

“I’m trying to become a better person.”

“It won’t work,” Carl said, putting the paddle down. “I won’t use it. Thank you for telling Mom that you lied. If you want what I got, I’ll do that, but I won’t use this.”

“Dad, can I pound a nail into one of the walls in my room?” Jeff asked. When asked why, he said, “Because I’m not sure how quickly I can learn how to behave. I want this where I can see it, and where Carl can get it, for I want him to be put in charge of punishing me by any means he feels I deserve. Your punishments aren’t working. But I’m scared of what he will come up with. The only restriction I want him to have is that he has to have your permission to punish me the way he desires. You can override him, I can’t.”

Uncle John said, “This is, uh, a very unusual request, and I’m not sure I’m in favor of it. Such an arrangement has many ways it could end up wrong.”

“Dad, I know you aren’t sure, and I understand why. But I am sure. Being punished by my younger brother will be something I need. I need to be punished, and being humbled might have a bigger impact on my behavior than being grounded. With the stipulation that you and Mom approve it, I trust Carl not to take it to the extremes you are worried about.”

Adam was surprised. In his dream, he’d heard Santa say the word humble. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but now he was beginning to understand it. Uncle John had a quick and private conversation with Aunt Donna. When they were done, he approved the nail and to allow Carl to be allowed to punish his brother.

But again, Carl stated he didn’t want the job.

“Carl, when I lied, Mom said to you that if you wanted to act like you were a little boy, she’d treat you like one. How were you spanked?”

Carl blushed but didn’t answer, so Jeff answered his own question.

“On the bare, right? And I was there watching. I hid it from Mom, but you saw me laughing at you. Does hearing the facts make you angry? If so, show me how you channel that anger into something other than revenge. I know you’re better at that then I probably ever will be. Take the job you’ve been offered.”

There was a moment of silence before Carl spoke. “Okay. But not with the paddle. Hang it in your room, maybe someday I’ll change my mind. But for now, let’s you and I go to your room and I’ll deliver a spanking.”

“Just the two of us?” Jeff said. “Are you sure that is sufficient punishment? I remember the look on your face when you saw me laughing at you as Mom spanked you. You wanted revenge then. Now is your chance.”

A look of anger appeared on Carl’s face. “Okay. I want Cory and Alex to witness it. They are allowed to make fun of you. They can enjoy watching. And you won’t just lower your pants. You will be naked. And you’ll remain that way until I say otherwise.” He turned; his anger still present. “Dad, can I invite Kim, Diane, and Alisha to witness it as well?”

“No,” his mom answered immediately.

“There is something else I need to confess to,” Jeff said. “It may change your mind. I teased Adam yesterday. I called him a baby for believing in Santa Clause. I told him no such person exists. It made him cry. He should be allowed to witness my punishment as well. Aunt Sue, you should have some say about whether or not Alisha is allowed to witness my punishment. You and my mom are sisters, talk it out.”

“You’d approve letting her be part of this?” Jeff’s mother asked Aunt Sue.

“Under some circumstances, yes, but I’m not comfortable about why Alisha wants to. If Adam had told me what Jeff did, I definitely would give my consent. But it must have taken a lot of courage for your oldest to tell the truth.”

“Aunt Sue, I threatened to hurt Adam if he told. That is why he didn’t.”

“Jeffery Lewis Humphry!” his mom exploded. “Would you have hurt him? He’s only nine years old.”

“I don’t think so, but he didn’t know that. And there is more.” Jeff looked at his best friend. “Cory, that game of cards we played a few days ago. I had a marked deck. I knew what cards you held the whole game. I didn’t win, I cheated.” He turned to Jeff’s mother. “I won’t tell you what happened when he lost, but he hated it. You don’t have a daughter, but you might now have a different view point on the conversation.”

“Why are you so keen on having your girl cousins watch you get spanked?” his father asked.

“I’m not. But Carl requested that they be allowed, and Mom didn’t think that was appropriate. Now she knows just how much of an ass I’ve been. I don’t think you or her know even a tenth of the wrong things I’ve done.”

“He’s right,” Carl said. “Even I probably don’t know more than half, but you two know next to nothing.” He turned to his brother. “But I don’t get your angle. Is this to allow you to get away with something even worse than you’ve admitted to? Why are you spilling all your secrets?”

“No, to answer your first question, it isn’t a trick. As for why I’m confessing, it is almost Christmas. It is supposed to be a time of joy. Yet I had a horrible dream last night of a whole bunch of horrible punishments. I don’t want that. I want to become a better person. A better brother. I want you to trust me. To like me even. So I’m prepared to give you the chance to do what you once said to me. Do you remember? It was about a year ago. You said to me that if you were in charge of me that I’d change my ways. Well, I’m giving you that chance, and I sincerely hope you were right.”

Jeff smiled as he saw his mother give in. “Carl, you are in charge of the punishments for the things your brother just confessed to and for anything else you know about. If your aunts think the girls are mature enough to watch you spank him, then you can invite them if you think it is appropriate.”

Carl had no idea what to do. He heard the three girls all but beg for permission, doing their best to make a case for why they should be invited. He heard a reluctant response from his two aunts that it was up to him. More pressure on him. Then he had an idea.

“Adam, come here a second,” he said to his young cousin. He took him into the kitchen and away from the others. “Jeff said he made you cry. Do you think he should be spanked for that?”

“Alisha made me cry about a year ago and she got spanked. I didn’t get to watch it, but she came back when it was over and apologized to me. And she hasn’t hit me again since then. Jeff already apologized to me, so maybe no. But maybe yes. What he did was still wrong.”

“Do you want to be the one to spank him? I don’t think you’d really hurt him at your age, but it would sure embarrass him a lot more to get spanked by you instead of me.”

“Okay, I guess,” the boy said. “Will I get in trouble for doing it?”

“No, you won’t. My parents have already agreed to him getting spanked. They won’t care that you are the one to give it to him. Next question. He also lied and told you there was no such thing as Santa Claus. For that, do you think Alisha should be allowed to watch you spank him?”

“Yeah!” Adam said with enthusiasm. And then he calmed down. “But I heard you say you want him naked for the spanking. That means she’ll see him.”

“Yes, he will be completely naked, so she will get to see all of him. It is up to you. If you want her to be there, it will make my brother’s punishment a lot worse. Just a spanking from you isn’t very much for what he did.”

“Okay, she can come. How about Kim and Diane?”

“I was just going to ask the very same question to you. Do you want them to be there too?”

“Yeah. They’d be jealous of Alisha if she got to watch and they didn’t.”

“Okay. Let’s go tell everyone what we discussed and see if any of the adults aren’t happy with it. That way neither one of us will get into trouble.” They returned to the main room.

“Okay, Jeff, here is what is going to happen. We are going to go to your room where you will be spanked by hand for your age plus five. Adam is going to be the one spanking you, not me. You will be naked for it.” Carl saw his brother was about to say something so he held up his hand.

“I’m not done. Because you made Adam cry and then threatened to hurt him if he told, he thinks that his sister and cousins should be there to watch, and I agreed to that. Also, I’m going to invite Cory and Alex to watch too. Now I’m done if you have a complaint.”

“Not a complaint,” Jeff said, his face and ears starting to glow. “I was going to say that being spanked by him wasn’t enough for what I did. I no longer think that.”

Carl turned to the adults. “How about any of you? Any changes to what I just said? You’re all okay with this?”

His mom was the first to speak. “I have reservations, but Sue and Deb gave their consent to allow their daughters to be present, I’m not going to override that.” She looked at her sister and sister-in-law, and both of them reaffirmed their decision to let the girls be part of it.

“Okay then, lets’ go get this done with.”

Jeff’s biggest concern with the punishment at hand was that three of his girl cousins were about to see all of him. It would be horribly embarrassing. But not as bad as the nightmare he’d had last night when half the girls and a bunch of boys in his grade not only saw him naked but watched him and Carl, Cory, and Alex jack off. The other three hadn’t done anything wrong, and for them to be punished alongside him was unfair. He guessed the dream was Santa’s way of telling him how things could turn out if he didn’t change is behavior.

“Why are you making this easy?” Jeff asked his brother as he began undressing.

“Easy? You’re kidding, right? Kim, Diane and Alisha are about to see you naked. You’re going to get spanked by a nine-year-old. I’d be in a full-blown panic if I was facing what you are.”

“But you didn’t do the stuff that I did. I think I deserve worse. I’m embarrassed as hell, don’t worry about that. But it could be you giving the spanking. Or you could have used the paddle I bought for you. You could have even asked Cory to do it. After all, he had it pretty bad too. You don’t know what happened to him. I’d tell you, but I promised him I’d never tell anyone.”

By this time, Jeff was down to just socks and boxers. He decided to remove his socks. It was a delaying tactic. Pushing off being seen naked as long as he could.

Jeff realized that the only one who seemed at the least bit uncomfortable, other than him, with what was about to happen was his brother. Adam was excited. The girls were already giggling. Even Cory looked eager to see him. It was time to owe up to it. He pushed his boxers down to his ankles and stepped out of them. The room got quiet for several seconds, and then the girls rushed forward to get a better look.

“Back off,” Carl said to them. “Let Adam give the spanking. Jeff, lean over your bed.”

In the dream, Adam knew he wasn’t even in the room when Jeff got spanked. Now, he was not only there, he was going to be the one spanking his cousin. He stepped forward and remembered a line from the dream. “Count them out.” He swung, with all his might.

“One,” Jeff said. Smoothly and soft. Not like in the dream. Adam swung again. And again.

They reached nine and he had to change hands as his right hand was sore. And Jeff hadn’t even moved.

“Ten,” his cousin said as the next blow landed.

“I’m not hitting him hard enough,” Adam said. “Can I use the paddle he got you?”

“No,” Carl said. “You don’t need to hurt him. He’s being spanked by a boy five years younger than him while seven of us watch. He’s very embarrassed, and that’s the real purpose of this punishment. Unless you want to quit, go ahead and get it done.”

Adam gave the last nine in quick succession. Jeff counted each of them out in a soft voice. Nothing like in the dream. And he was okay with that. Carl was right, he didn’t want to hurt Jeff, not really.

“Make him do corner time, only he has to turn and face the girls,” Andy said to Carl.

“You heard him,” Carl said. “Get up and stand in front of your bed with your arms behind your neck.”

“Oh, damn,” Kim said when her cousin rose from the bed and turned facing her. His dick was sticking straight out, not hanging limp like it had before the spanking. “He got hard by being spanked!”

“Is this punishment enough?” Carl asked sarcastically. The look on his brother’s face was answer enough. It showed nothing but shame and embarrassment.

“How big is it?” Diane asked. She’d never seen a real boy naked. She knew a little about erections, but seeing one was a lot different than what she thought they looked like. And as she spoke, she saw it twitch hard up and then back down.

Carl opened a drawer in his brother’s desk and got out a plastic ruler. “You can measure it if you want,” he said, handing it to his cousin.

So excited her hands were almost shaking, she touched it and it jerked hard up again.

“Be careful, it might go off,” Cory said. “You don’t want to be standing in front of him if he shoots.”

“Shoots?” Diane asked. She stepped back and looked at Cory.

“Measure him, but like Cory said, don’t stand in front,” Carl said to her. “Then I’ll have him show you what Cory meant when he said he shoots.”

Unlike in the dream, in real life Jeff felt like he was about to pass out. He had a raging boner on display, and a thirteen-year-old girl cousin was about to measure it. When she held the ruler up to him he involuntarily tried to take a step back, but he was already against his bed. Then she touched it while holding the ruler across the top.

“Four and a quarter inches long,” she said. “It feels so weird. It isn’t soft like I expected. It’s hard.”

Carl was feeling the power. “You wanted to be punished, so here we go. Show her how you beat off.”

Jeff’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were almost glowing they were so red. He reached down with his right hand and used his two finger and thumb method. In his mind, he couldn’t believe he was doing this with everyone watching. Although he knew that somehow Cory had gotten through it with Trisha Morgan and Coleen Hansford watching him.

It only took seconds. Not wanting to spray it out onto his carpet and without a tissue in hand, he had to use his left hand to catch the discharge, which felt like about ten times as much cum as he’d ever shot before.

“I now pronounce your punishment as officially over,” Carl said, hoping he hadn’t let the power he’d felt make him go too far. “Go wash your hand and then come back and get dressed.

Jeff ran from the room and into the hall bathroom. He sat on the toilet and peed out the rest of the cum before he washed his hands. It had been horrible, although nowhere near as bad as in the dream he’d had. But it was over.

When he returned to his room, Cory and Carl were still there. The others were gone.

He looked at his best friend. “I guess you know how I feel. You still need to have me punished for cheating at cards. That really happened, right? Trisha and Coleen saw you naked and watched you jack off? Or was that a dream I had?”

“That was real, you know that. But I lied about them watching me jack off. They saw me, they laughed, and then I got dressed and got the hell out of there. What’s all this about a dream?”

“Nothing. More like a nightmare. I dreamed that, uh, a lot of stuff happened to me. Like half the kids in our grade seeing me jerking off. And giving blowjobs to you, Alex, and Carl.”

“It is probably good that you are bringing that up now instead of earlier,” Carl said with a smile. “If I’d thought of it, or if you’d said it before, I probably would have been tempted to go for that as a punishment.”

“In my dream, you didn’t get permission and it backfired on you. All of us ended up giving blowjobs to each other. Let’s not make that dream become real. However, when you need to punish me again in the future, I won’t say no to a blowjob. But you have to get permission from Mom and Dad first.”

“Don’t you mean if he has to punish you?” Cory asked.

“I’m not naive, I’m not going to change what I’d become after just this. I’m going to screw up again. Hopefully not a lot of times.” Jeff looked at his brother. “That paddle will be hanging in my room. Blowjobs may be an option. And you can always make it more embarrassing by allowing Cory and Alex to watch. Or other kids from school. I promise, I will not retaliate. And if I did, it would make it easier for Dad to approve anything you wanted. I know you don’t want the role I assigned you, but Mom and Dad would never have embarrassed me like you did. I think that’s what I need. It probably is more effective than making my ass black and blue, but that is always an option for you.”

His friend and brother were on the way out as he dressed, but he stopped them. “Thank you,” he said to Carl. And Cory, if you feel you need retribution for me cheating at cards and you ending up naked in front of the girls, all you have to do is tell Carl what you want.”

“If blowjobs ever do become part of it, I’d sure be tempted. Maybe too much temptation. So, I’m good.”

“Same for me,” Carl admitted. “I’d enjoy very much punishing you that way. Probably too much unless you do something really bad. So you don’t have to worry about it.” He and Cory left.

Jeff thought back to his dream. This punishment hadn’t been all that bad. It was something he could live with. He got out his pad of paper and wrote down three Christmas gifts he wanted to give, and the reason why.

Two days later, he and Carl were opening presents in front of the tree. Carl noticed an envelope with his name on it. It said it was from Santa at the North Pole, but he recognized his brother’s handwriting. He opened it and read what was inside.

“Carl. This is a gift, from me to you. I don’t feel bad for offering it, and I think you deserve it. This note is good for one blowjob. No strings attached, and you don’t need permission to accept it as it is not a punishment. The only thing I ask is that there are no witnesses except for Cory and Alex.”

He read it twice more before looking up at Jeff.

“Merry Christmas,” his brother said. “It is good for up to a year, although I’d like to get it done before you get older. But it is your choice.”

“Cory and Alex too?” Carl asked. His brother nodded and smiled.

“What is it?” Mom asked.

Carl quickly pulled the note out and stuck it in a pocket. “Just an offer to do one of my chores one time. Its good for a year, but I think I’ll use it later today.”

“Its Christmas, you don’t have any chores today,” his mom said.

But his father was wiser. “Something will come up, I’m sure. It is nice of you to give a gift like that to your brother. I hope it isn’t part of the agreement made yesterday.”

“No, Dad, it isn’t a punishment. It is a gift. One I’m confident he wanted, and one I’m willing to grant.” Jeff wondered, could his father possibly know what was on the paper?

Just then the phone rang, and Carl got up to answer it.

“Hey Alex, what’s up?” he said into the phone. He listened for a few seconds before speaking again. “Yeah, I got a great gift too. One from Jeff. If you and Cory want to come over later that would be cool.”

He spoke a couple of more times before saying goodbye. “Alex and Cory got a totally unexpected gift from Santa Clause and their eager to try it out. They’ll be over after lunch.” He looked at Jeff, who nodded and smiled at him.

Later that afternoon, in the privacy of his room, Jeff Humphry gave the first three blowjobs he’d ever given. His first was to his best friend, the second to Alex. He saved the last one for his brother.

All three of the recipients were eager to get it, ashamed to have the others watch, and feeling like they owed something in return to Jeff. But that boy refused all offers, except one, made right after Cory and Alex had returned home. He then gave his brother two chances to back out of the offer before removing his lower clothing and getting the first blowjob he’d ever gotten.

That night, he again dreamed. This time it was far more pleasant. In it, he saw Santa with a long list of names on a paper. Santa highlighted one name in the middle of the scroll – Jeffery Lewis Humphrey. And with a touch of his finger, the name disappeared. The dream Jeff knew that he was no longer on the naughty list. And when he awoke, the real Jeff also believed that to be true.

The End