On the Nice List

"Elves are elves!" he barks, "you should know better!"

Sometimes I think he secretly wants to get mad at me. Like he just wants a reason to slap my ass.

Then it's Christmas again, and we blast-off in his sleigh. I counted ten Christmases this last ride. It's still every bit as fun as the first ride, but it's got me wondering... Shouldn't I be 28 years old now? I look exactly the same. Not a day older than when we met. my hair doesn't even grow. I've never needed a haircut, and my pubes never grew back. I've never even been let out of my cage!

I asked Santa about it.

"If you hang around with me, my magic rubs off on you son!"

Looks like I'm going to be Santa's good boy forever, getting slapped and pounded every Christmas Eve in his sleigh. It's only what the World's cutest boy deserves - to be top of the Nice List always.

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Just a quick message to my readers to say thanks for all the comments and lush messages this year. It's honestly so great to know that my smutty dreams make so many hearts and dicks throb. Love how my lowest rated stories are also most added to favourites - conflicted some? 😜 The gay incest stuff seems mad popular, maybe it really is the next social justice frontier? My Christmas wish is for a Gayer, nastier, more lustful and shameless World in 2024, in which all the good Fit Lads turn bad and quit their girlfriends and bully all the fags instead.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.