Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin
THE idea was simple: change the public perception of Santa Claus. Even if it hadn’t been the right thing to do – even if the holiday hadn’t become a gluttonous season of toothrotting fervor – it was still the only thing that could be done. After all, Santa as the world had known him had just died of a massive coronary. See, he was trying to break up another elf fight (elves are known to be very short-tempered and are not at all stingy with the drink), and after years of stress and binge-eating he just finally collapsed in the tussle. Being that there was not a jollier fella on Earth, nobody could lay claim to the particular image he had trademarked. The era of the “bowl full of jelly” was ended, and the line would have to be retired from lullabies the world over. Besides, Christmas had become a more grown-up holiday of late, and the most recent Claus was looking a bit… um, lazy. It was decided by those who decide such things that a younger, healthier Claus would he hired. A fit Santa. Trendy. A Santa who didn’t get sidetracked by cookies and milk. There had been way too many close calls the last couple of years. The old guy had become clumsy and was nearly caught by the curious on many an occasion while he 2
Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin snacked at their Santa-traps. None of the elves wanted to say it (unless they were drunk), but there was a sigh of relief that Santa wouldn’t have to be laid off. He had kindly died instead. That was the thing about Santa: Always thinking of others, right up to the gasping end. The Committee to Oversee the Christening of Kringle (COCK) named our hero, a young gingerbread cookie house guard, to the task. It was a surprise to everyone, especially Father Time, who had been eyeing the position for some… time. (Time was, and is, often wasted, and he was woefully underfed.) The new Claus was the handsomest of men: a strong, clean-shaven jaw replaced the white beard, and a body built from years of lifting stubborn reindeer and carrying drunken elves home from pubs replaced… well, the rest. The Santa Suit was altered to fit the new guy as well. The Santa hat remained traditional (there was no need to get all crazy), but the sleeves of the jacket were cut so that the young guard’s 22-inch arms could breathe. The pant legs needed to be loosed to accept his thighs and still the thick red velvet barely held them. The consensus was that he looked altogether too bulgy. When fully dressed his chest, his buttocks, and his crotch looked like Christmas candies ready to burst from their wrappings. COCK was a bit concerned at first, but then thought maybe this was the direction they needed to go. The world was a frightening place, and the committee eventually convinced itself that people needed a figure that signified impenetrable strength.
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Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin The sled was put away, the reindeer were laid off (the economy is a bitch, even at the Poles), and a new flying snowmobile, the Claus 3000, was provided. It was shiny and red and gold with a flashing beacon on its very tip. (Rudolph’s lawsuit is still pending). There would also be no more ‘Ho ho ho!’ Instead, the new Santa would fly across the rooftops and shimmy down the chimney saying ‘Hells yeah!’ He called himself The Kid… Kid Christmas, that is. (Clearly, a fan of Western films.) All had gone as planned for the Kid at first. There was a week to go before his first outing as the new Claus, and things were clockwork. There were a few minor glitches. There always are in such cases. His pants ripped out a few times (he really liked how he looked in his new suit and flexed obsessively for anyone who would watch), and there was a tiny revolt from the unemployed reindeer… but they – um, that is to say, it – was soon put down. The elves were warming up to him too. Even Father Time came by for a visit, grumbling his grudges. Yes. Everything was going quite smoothly, like a well-lubricated oingy-boingy. And then the unthinkable Christmas was Chris-napped!
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Kid
The last he remembered he was on a midnight shag and stroll and had stopped to lick one of the large lollipop fence posts outside the Santy-Shanty. (In all his twenty-three years he had been chided for licking the fence posts, but 4
Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin now– woo hoo!) Then there was a sudden, sharp pain in the bum, and everything went dizzy, then dark. A poison peppermint dart had been shot into his muscular buttocks from afar. Later, in recollection, Kid Christmas had to admit that bending over to lick the lollipop fence post with his musculus bumulus high in the air was an easy red target, something very hard to miss. When he awoke he was on the floor of a crystal ice cave, stripped of his new threads, but wrapped warmly in a wooly throw. Unfettered by the cold surroundings (living in the Poles, one builds a tolerance), Kid Christmas threw off the throw. The reflection from the ice absorbed the absurd overabundance of muscle. He was excited by what he saw and could have stood there for a while in self-adoration, but first needed to investigate where exactly he was. As he felt along the walls, leering at his own rude reflection, there seemed to be no way out of the hall of ice. The room was solid, and the holders were too strong to break through. At least the company was pleasant. He made a mental note to have a hall of mirrors added to the Santy-Shanty. A cool, crisp voice echoed from nowhere and ricocheted from wall to wall. “How do you like your new dwelling, Kid Christmas? I decorated it myself.” “Who is that?” the Kid demanded. “Where are my clothes? Show yourself!”
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Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin “You won’t be needing your shocking threads any longer,” the voice replied calmly. “I’m having them altered.” A slender male figure with cool ice skin stepped out from behind a wall. “I’m called Snow Globes.” The Kid understood why: Snow Globes’ balls were enormous. They had a mesmerizing sheen and hung like ornaments tattooed with perfect blue snowflakes. No wonder the suit had to be altered. The icy eyes of the chiseled captor wandered down Kid Christmas’ physique and rested on the Jolly-man-inwaiting’s own delicate area. Kid Christmas covered up with some embarrassment and envy. “It’s cold!” he excused himself. “Well, I suppose certain things are going to look out of proportion with everything around them being so very, very large.” Snow Globes chuckled. “Still, I imagine your backside more than makes up for it. Ho, ho, ho… right?” He winked. “I don’t say that anymore… Wait, what?” Poor Kid Christmas was flustered. His cheeks turned bright red. “What am I doing here? Let me out of this place.” “Oh, one day I will let you out. Most definitely. My plan would be pointless otherwise. But you have to stay put for a little while, my strapping snow bunny.” Snow Globes walked forward. His balls chimed together in a sweet melody; the Kid couldn’t stop staring at them. The collection of reflections around them resembled something like an orgy; 6
Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin The Kid reminded himself again to get a hall of mirrors in the Santy-Shanty. “You see,” continued Snow Globes, “once your suit is altered – which shouldn’t take too long – I shall take on the role as the Claus. Only I won’t be the creepy sugar-fiend known to the world. No. My plan is to totally destroy the name that has been built up by your predecessors over the years. Grown men will fear the Night of the Claus, and soon they will want nothing to do with you. ‘Bring me the balls of Kid Christmas!’ they’ll shout. Oh, yes! There will soon be a bounty on your bountiful booty.” “But why? I don’t understand.” But why wait for an explanation? There was a crazy man standing in front of him! A sexy, lusty, boffo-balled, certifiable lunatic. “I won’t let you do it!” Snow Globes wiggled his hips flirtatiously, making his balls sing with clinks and clonks like a captivating Christmas carol. The Kid was baffled at first by the seductive dance, but then felt the cave move under his bare feet. He heard the unmistakable sound of something coming… and coming hard! “Have fun with Willie,” Snow Globes said as he quickly disappeared behind an icy divider. “And watch those pointy stalactites.” “You mean stalagmites?”
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Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin “Whatever.” Kid Christmas waited, standing battle-ready and bootybeautiful (by now it should be clear that the Narrator has a thing for the big guy’s triple-beeehind). Yet he was unsure as to where to direct his defense. The one called Willie did not have need of any hidden entrance, though. He broke through the floor with a shattering clamor, throwing the musclebound merry man across the chamber. Kid Christmas landed on his handsome face with a smash-rattle-oomph, his mighty rear high in the air. He was dazed, but not broken. Behind him, he caught a glimpse (how could he miss it?) of a lengthy and large, growling and snorting, libidinous and fully erect disembodied snow penis. It bowed its massive head, huffed a puff of cool air, and crouched like a bull ready for the charge. Intent and starved, it sped toward our hero’s helpless bum. Now, Kid Christmas was never one to turn down a bit of fun, but there was only so much he could take up his chimney. Even fantasy has its limits, folks. He waited until Willie was right upon him and then jumped. He landed on Willie’s back, wrapping his strong legs and arms tightly around the monster. Willie bucked wildly, slamming against the walls of the cavern with ferocity, but the Kid was determined to win. His nads were nearly frostbitten by the cold beneath his legs, but he squeezed with all his might until finally, poof! Snow exploded everywhere, and Kid
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Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin Christmas fell to the ground. His thunderous thighs had decimated the fevered phallus. The Kid rose in quiet victory. He had to find a way out of the ice cavern; he had to stop Snow Globes’ evil plans. (He had to get one more look at those massive balls!) He had bested the villain’s pet, so he knew he was up to the challenge. Or was he? The clumps of snow from the once magnificent man-tool began to roll and shape themselves, an eye-popping evolution in miniature. In a matter of seconds the Kid stood in the midst of a thousand tiny dildos. In truth, it was more of an annoyance than any threat or danger. Our hero exasperatingly began stomping on the tiny things, almost bored that he had to do it. It was a shame; they could have been fun little playmates, but he hadn’t the time for frivolity. But the little buggers were angry and stubborn and blinded by their lust. They had but one target in their tiny minds. (It’s often said, after all, that men think with their crotches. The Thousand Dildo Army made no claim to dispute this.) The Kid could not watch everywhere at once and the little guys took advantage of this. There was a tactic at work. A small boner brigade leaped at him from the ice shelves and the tips of the stalagmites, frosting his nipples and snowconing his snuggle snake. They quickly melted due to the heat of his body. It came to him that they were sacrificing 9
Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin themselves so that some of their mischievous brethren could climb up his hamstrings in the rear and have their fun. It would have been touching if it wasn’t so rude. “You sneaky little devils!” He swatted at his hamstrings, but the randy rascals kept coming at him with shrill battle cries (Man ho!). The Kid was outgunned, and one of their number soon found our hero’s pleasure button. His body couldn’t but react naturally. His balls grew full again, and his dick hardened and began to throb and pulse. Steam rose from the battlefield. He kept battering the little fellas away, but maybe not as fervently as before. He began to think that he might just lose the battle. “If you keep this up,” Kid Christmas moaned, “you’re gonna see the Kid use his six shooter.” At these words he came upon an idea. Victory could be his! The ice prison might not be so impenetrable after all. (Notice the Narrator refrained from making a “penetration” joke.) “Come along,” the Kid flirted dreamily. The ravenous icicles that hadn’t been smooshed, melted, or sacrificed followed every bounce of their god, The Ass, every one of them eager to die in bliss. The Kid led them against the cavern wall. He let them pry into him more and more – one, two, three at a time – as he leaned with legs and palms spread against the wall. They greedily went to their destruction and slowly stoked an awaiting eruption inside Kid Christmas, one 10
Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin of ball-busting force. The sensation was driving the Kid half mad, but he centered himself (years of Tai Chi). With his nipples literally hard as knives, he cut a large circle into the wall. He finished the circular motion just in time. The last ice dildo was working its magic inside of him, and he couldn’t contain the pleasure any longer. With six powerful shots, the Kid knocked the carved circle out of the ice. He was free. Kid Christmas collected himself, shook off the lingering pleasure, and stepped out of the cavern. He looked around. He was on a mountainside, the winds whipping him something fierce. He wished he had remembered the throw he had awoken wrapped in, but he was not going to go back for it lest he should be molested by more hungry pricks. His eyes caught the gleam of the Claus 3000 sitting alone and unguarded in a clearing a few yards away. His naïveté finally wearing off, he sensed a trick. But still, the snowmobile was so very close. Perhaps he could get to it before a whole herd of Willies attacked him. (Not an entirely unpleasant notion.) He shook his head. “This is no time for fantasy. This is a time for serious thought. There are giant penises after me!” He headed toward the snowmobile. Each step put the life back into him. His chest muscles flexed and bounced, and his delicate areas swung and bobbed with full-bodied zest once more. Sure, they weren’t the size of Snow Globes’ hangers, but a fella can’t have everything, can he? He was blessed in other ways.
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Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin The Kid almost made it to the snowmobile, but was caught in the clearing. The smooth voice of his new archenemy spread across the tundra, echoing from cliff to cliff. “Impressive,” Snow Globes commended. “You should get a prize for such a win. I’ll have to get me another Willie now.” (The Narrator recognizes the cheap joke.) “A prize? Great. How about you give me my snowmobile, and then you give yourself up? We’ll call it even.” Kid Christmas stood at the Claus 3000. He had but to lift his thighs up and over and then sit his hard-worked bum down. He could then rev up the snowmobile and get the hell gone. The Santa suit was conveniently and neatly folded in the back. “I guess this would be where I’m supposed to laugh wickedly. But let’s be completely rid of the clichés.” The slinky magnificence of Snow Globes seemed to form out of a nearby cliff wall. He walked with a seductive glare into the clearing. “Go ahead. Get on the snowmobile. You’re a big fella; stronger than me. Fly away. Or,” he brought an icy fingertip to the Kid’s chesticles, “you could stay, and we could get to know each other better. I’m not such a villain, as villains go. We could trade explanations: Your reasons for this; my reasons for that. What do you say? Wanna play acrobat?” “Well, I suppose… I mean….” (Boing!)
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Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin Snow Globes licked at Kid Christmas’ lips. He flicked his tongue quickly to the rosy pinkness of them. It felt to the Kid like the sudden touch of a cool mint snowflake. The Kid shuddered. Snow Globes’ hands traced over every striated muscle on the big man’s chest and stomach. He flickered and licked every inch of hot skin, right down to the Kid’s rigid South Pole (C’mon! Give that one to me… coming up with euphemisms is hard work!). The Kid leaned back helpless on the snowmobile. “Not so small after all,” Snow Globes said as he collected the Kid’s dick in his mouth. The coolness was an unbelievable sensation for the muscular gift-giver. He was covered with a glorious blanket of goosebumps immediately. Without thinking he spread his massive legs. Snow Globes grinned wickedly at the invitation, and at once pushed his icy prick between the beefy steaks. It went in quite easily for a couple of reasons: (1) It was ice and therefore slick, and (2) To be frank, the Kid was a bit whorish even before his fun… er, battle… in the cavern. The Kid’s trembling rants of delight echoed through the valley, shaking snow from mountaintops. Avalanches have been caused by less. He felt as if he would explode at any moment as the cold, cold cockhead jabbed continuously at the special hidden button to his joy toy. He seized in every direction, clutching at whatever he could clutch as the smooth, cold prick buried deeper and deeper. (Get it? The Kid was having fun.) He had never felt such a sense of 13
Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin helplessness in his life. He writhed and flopped, driving himself forcefully onto Snow Globes with great fury. “More! More! Harder!” He wondered if his shouts sounded weak, like he was begging. Then he realized, Of course, they did! Because he was begging. He wanted it all. Every bit that Snow Globes could manage to fit inside of him. He was the snow man’s bitch, and at the moment, happy for it. Snow Globes’ huge balls bounced and jingled a frantic melody (growing more frenzied and confused by the second) as they pummeled the big guy’s ass. Amazingly, Snow Globes was able to lift Kid Christmas in the air with the strength of his steely love stick. This, at last, was too much for the Kid. The Urge was imminent, and he realized that the same was true of his archenemy – and that might not be such a good thing. But it was too late. The Kid shot six rounds of extreme gratification into the air, accompanied by six cries of defeat. Snow Globes had released a cascade of winter cool into the Kid, at once an ecstatic and paralyzing sensation for our hero. Snow Globes easily withdrew his weapon from the muscle hero’s rosy-red bum and left the Kid lying in dumb pleasure and temporary paralysis on the snow. He twitched a bit and stared dreamily at the sky.
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Kid Christmas Meets Snow Globes Eric Arvin “It’s like a brain freeze to the whole body, I’m told,” said the villain. “But much lovelier. That’s my parting gift for you. Until we meet again, my darling.” Snow Globes bent down and gave Kid Christmas a kiss on the forehead. “I promise showier acrobatics next time. I’m quite flexible, you know.” The Kid watched helplessly as Snow Globes donned the altered red suit, geared up the Claus 3000, and flew off into the sky. Our hero laid a-shudderin’ and a-moanin’, but fear not, his determination had only been sharpened. He’d stop Snow Globes, dagnabbit! One day. Once he could get up. Once he could move. He had to save the name of the Claus, after all. He’d be unemployed otherwise, and in this economy – forget about it! Next time, he promised himself, he would not be so stupid. Next time he’d cock-block the bastard right away. He wouldn’t even allow a kiss before he captured him, before he destroyed him for good. …well, maybe just a kiss. But that’s it!
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ERIC ARVIN resides in the same sleepy Indiana river town where he grew up. After graduating from Hanover College with a Bachelors in History, he has lived, for brief periods, in Italy and Australia. He's survived brain surgery and his own loud-mouthed personal demons. The author of The Rest is Illusion and SubSurdity: Vignettes from Jasper Lane, Slight Details & Random Events is his first anthology of short stories.
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