Yuletide Knights 3

by Johnny Miles

  “Yes,” Kris whispered. “Yes, it does.”

  “I think it’s good to look back and see where you’ve been, so you can appreciate where you are. As long as you don’t let it rule your life.”

  In the flickering darkness of the surveillance room, Bucket stood and hugged Kris.

  “I’ll help you forget.” Bucket’s voice was a whisper.

  “You always do, baby.” Kris held Bucket close.

  Bucket could feel Kris’s need even as he thought of their first time together, when they’d joined souls quite suddenly and unexpectedly. The earth had moved then, literally, the first time they’d made love. And then the earth shook when they’d fucked like animals less than an hour later.

  He thought of the countless, intimate moments he and Kris—a deep-thinking, intensely feeling man—had shared since their spirits merged. Bucket thought of their many travels, of Christmases past as they delivered presents and Magic and hope and joy to millions of children and billions of adults around the globe. Bucket thought of these things and more—a look, a smile, a caress—all still as fresh in his mind as though they had happened yesterday.

  He focused on the feelings he’d experienced, letting the memories build in his mind while the emotions simmered in his heart. When it felt like he would burst, Bucket directed all that energy and power to Kris, injecting him with all the hope and love they’d shared. Straight to his heart, into his mind, and into his soul. The two gasped as one for, connected, the energy looped and recycled. The sender became receiver and receiver the sender as an almost palpable current coursed through them.

  Bucket pulled away slightly, a hand on either side of Kris‘s face. Kris cupped Bucket’s cheeks, and as they stared into each other’s eyes, a swirl of colors bubbled and whirled around them. They kissed.

  THE LOVE AND lust emanating from Bucket filled Kris with desire. His cock stirred, and he could feel Bucket’s own erection throbbing against him. With a moan like that of a man musing over something curiously delectable, Kris pulled Bucket closer still and kissed him with fervor, overcome by his desire to bruise Bucket’s lips with so much kissing.

  Bucket pulled away suddenly and stepped back, chest rising and falling rapidly.

  “Am I…am I helping you forget?” Bucket’s voice was throaty and uneven.

  “You’re doing far more than that, Bucket. And for that I’m grateful.” Kris watched Bucket kick off his shoes, then pull his shirt over his head, clearly performing a strip tease. Never mind that he stood a little over four feet in height. With the eager look on his face, Bucket seemed taller.

  “Show me,” Bucket demanded, his voice hoarse. “Show me just how grateful you are.”

  “You first, my sweet little whore.”

  Bucket let his pants drop to the floor. In the coolness of the cavernous room, goose bumps broke the surface of his pale skin and spread across his naked body. Kris hardened. His cock swelled, engorging to maximum proportion within his red, loose-fitting trousers.

  Bucket licked his lips greedily. A light shone from his eyes, and he glowed with the Magical excitement Kris usually saw only when they were physically connected, his cock entrenched in the Elf as they thrust against each other, building toward mutual orgasm.

  Bucket reached out and grasped Kris firmly by the root, through his pants. Kris felt the precum already oozing copiously from the head of his cock. A dark spot appeared on his pants and grew larger as Bucket continued to manhandle the throbbing shaft.

  Kris watched as Bucket leaned over, opened his mouth, and lovingly sucked on the juice through the material. Mewling like a kitten, Bucket continued sucking until Kris couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled Bucket away from his cock and back to his lips. They kissed furiously, breathing heavily as their tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths.

  Together, they undid the buttons of Kris’s top and worked his pants down past his hips and muscled thighs. Bucket pulled away again, this time tying Kris’s wrists with the sleeves of his own tunic, tightening the knots with Magic. Kris struggled but couldn’t move. He chuckled lustfully. Bucket then stood back, and Kris saw himself reflected in the Elf’s glassy eyes: chocolate-brown chest heaving with desire, coated with a pelt of black hair, some of it snowy, his red pants draped out of clunky, black leather boots.

  But it was his cock Bucket now glared at and drooled over. Bucket smiled, lost in his own desire, and approached with a gleam in his eyes. He then opened his mouth wide and, gazing up into Kris’s eyes, took the entire head of Kris’s swollen uncut cock into his mouth.

  “Ohhh, fuuuckkk!” Kris threw his head back, savoring the sensation of Bucket’s tongue swirling round and round. Kris gazed into Bucket’s eyes while Bucket watched Kris’s reaction, bobbing his head up and down.

  Bucket’s cheeks hollowed and his nostrils flared. His lips stretched to capacity. Kris pumped, thrusting up to meet Bucket in the hopes of getting him to take more of the large veiny shaft. They continued working frantically, never breaking eye contact. Soon, unbelievably, Bucket had close to half the dark chocolate-colored cock down his throat.

  “Oh, Bucket. I-I think I’m—” Kris throbbed, marveling at the hidden wonders his lover possessed.

  Bucket stopped sucking, releasing Kris’s cock from the vise-like suction. “Oh, hell no!”

  “But I-I’m so close.”

  “I don’t care how close you are. You’re not going to come. Not like this. And not until I say so.” There was an edge to Bucket’s voice, one Kris hadn’t heard in a while. All the same, Kris could tell it wouldn’t take much to break Bucket. His desire was that strong and visible on his face.

  “You forget, my love. I don’t need my hands to use Magic.” Kris smiled, then grinned as Bucket furrowed his brow. “All I have to do…is think.”

  The knots that bound Kris to the chair unraveled, and he lunged. Bucket moved away but not quickly enough. He giggled and squealed in Kris’s arms even as Kris stood and struggled out of his boots and pants.

  Naked, with Bucket writhing beneath one arm, Kris mentally cleared Bucket’s desk using his mind. Computer equipment slid aside, and Kris propped Bucket on all fours. He willed the cables and wires from the computer to bind themselves around Bucket’s wrists and ankles.

  “Two can play at that game,” Kris snarled and stepped back. “Now I’m going to spank you for being such a tease.” Kris slapped the meaty globes of Bucket’s ass. Bucket cried out.

  “Think you can break me, is that it?” Bucket glanced over his shoulder and wriggled his ass like a dog wagging his tail. Kris raised his arm, ready to backhand the other ass cheek, but stopped abruptly. He was vaguely aware of the fiendish grin on Bucket’s face, mesmerized as he was by the perfect, welcoming roundness of the Elf’s ass.

  Kris plopped himself down in the office chair and rolled up to the desk for closer inspection. He gently placed a hand on the firm, muscled glutes and cupped them adoringly. Kris gave each cheek a kiss and caressed them both. He looked at the opening. It was smooth and pink, tender and inviting. Kris wet his lips and buried his face in Bucket’s ass. He inhaled deeply, aroused by the faint scent of peppermint. Exhaling sharply, Kris rubbed his face up and down the crack. Bucket quivered as Kris lightly kissed that most intimate part, the succulent but tasty tidbit that was Bucket’s asshole.

  “Oh, Krisss,” Bucket hissed. “Let’s not play those games. Not now. Just…please…fuck me!”

  Kris dug into that moist, delicious, and self-lubricating ass, teasing the starburst with the tip of his tongue. Slipping past the opening, Kris then increased the fevered pitch of the savage rimming, fueled by his desire to take Bucket in the worst of ways. And as he dug deeper still, penetrating past the second opening, all Kris heard were sighs and moans, which were like music to his ears. After a moment, he pulled away to admire the sight. Bucket squirmed and writhed with anticipation.

  “Please, Kris,” Bucket managed with bated breath. “Fuck me. Eight months is far too long to wai
t. You don’t know how badly I need you. To feel your cock inside me.”

  “I know, love. But you know how I am when I return from my annual trip. I need the time to rest.”

  “Yes, well…you’re fully rested now, aren’t you?” Bucket’s eyes shone and sparkled with the great hunger that welled within him. “Take me. Use me. Fill me. Fuck me so deep I can taste your cum at the back of my throat!”

  Kris undid the cords that held Bucket in place. He rose off the chair just enough to lift Bucket up and spin him around so they faced each other. Kris then sat, lowering Bucket down onto the head of his cock. The tiny hole spread open to accept him, stretching as if by Magic to accommodate Kris’s full girth.

  The sensation was painful and pleasurable all at once. Kris relished the endorphins that flowed through his bloodstream and flooded his brain. His entire body felt like it was on fire, every pore a living, breathing organism. He continued to hold Bucket by the waist, slowing lowering and guiding the Elf to take more and more of Kris’s pulsating shaft. Inch by agonizing inch, nearly half of the enormous monster cock disappeared inside Bucket, who growled as though possessed.

  Bucket placed a hand on Kris’s chest, indicating he needed to pause. Kris took the moment to let his sight roam and drank in the canvas that was Bucket’s tight, tense body. Each part of him was taut with effort and slick with a light sheen of sweat. To an outsider, Kris knew this would be the most obscene image they’d ever seen. Perverse and almost taboo. It was something they wouldn’t readily be able to rid themselves of, but that was what made it so good, what got Kris so hard and made him want to wreck Bucket…the fact that it was so dirty, nasty, and shameful.

  But there was no point in feeling shame for his carnal needs. It was nature’s way of reminding him that no matter how much power and Magic coursed through his veins, he was still an animal, feeding off the base desires of another, just as Bucket now fed from Kris’s own life source.

  “O-okay. I’m…I’m ready for…more!” Bucket’s breathing was harsh and erratic. He looked like he might hyperventilate, but Kris knew better. The specialized breathing, like giving birth to a child, helped Bucket take everything Kris had to offer.

  Gripping Bucket tight, Kris pulled him down the remaining length of his cock. Bucket gritted his teeth and growled, his face a mask of pain.

  Five inches remained, but Kris kept at it, his fingers now digging into Bucket’s flesh.

  Four inches.

  Three. Two.

  None.

  Bucket could scarcely breathe, his mouth and eyes open wide as though in shock or ecstasy, unable to speak. Connected so deeply to his soul mate, Kris knew and felt everything Bucket felt as their spirits merged. With every inch of Kris’s cock pulsating inside him, Bucket was one with the universe. They gazed into each other’s eyes, looking deep into the other’s soul. Their energies continued to mingle like so many optic fibers woven together to form a closed circuit.

  “Bucket, I…I can’t…I can’t hold back!” Kris cried through gritted teeth.

  “Then don’t. Come!” Bucket managed between gasps.

  Kris raised Bucket up and down as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. Bucket shut his eyes from the onslaught, but the moans he emitted told Kris of his pleasure. Kris felt a tightness on his shaft as Bucket milked him. Seconds later, Bucket’s eyes flew open. A golden light shone from his pores. It shimmered, growing larger and brighter as it danced around Bucket’s body like the aurora borealis.

  “Ohhh, Kris. This…” Bucket whispered harshly. “This is what I live for. To service you. Your cock. To take your very essence and all that is your cum. To feel it swimming inside me.”

  And then he came.

  Bucket’s seed hit Kris in the face with an explosive force, then splattered across his chest and belly, even as the glowing light emanating from him grew brighter.

  “And this, darling Bucket…” Kris replied, using Mindspeak as a familiar sensation rose and swelled within him. “This is what I live for. The Magic in your soul.”

  Kris let go and came again with a growl that echoed throughout the room as spurt after spurt of cum ripped through him and shot deep inside Bucket’s bowels.

  It was a while before either of them could speak.

  “We should…we should get ready if—” Bucket started.

  “Shhh. Just relax, my little one. There’s enough time for that yet.” Kris swiped a hand up and down Bucket’s spine.

  “But if we want to…” Bucket yawned. “If we’re traveling to Earth Realm in search of…” His head bobbed. “Then we need to…” Bucket never finished. Limp and spent, he collapsed into Kris’s arms, sound asleep.

  As gently as he could, Kris stood. He slowly pulled out, feeling Bucket’s anal muscles clamp and contract on his softening cock, milking the length of the shaft as if with a mind of its own. When the head finally plopped out, Bucket winced and let out a petulant little cry before settling back to sleep, his face buried in Kris’s chest like a babe in his arms.

  Kris couldn’t help but marvel that, despite Bucket’s years, despite his experience, the things he’d seen and done—not to mention the vast sexual knowledge he possessed—he was still very much an innocent.

  And Kris wanted him to stay that way.

  It was one thing to skip through portals and travel through realms at Christmas. They had help then, from navigators across all of time and space, guiding them through dangerous currents as well as physical threats, both natural and manmade, like air-traffic controllers. Plus they possessed Magic of their own for when and if something should go awry. And something almost always went awry.

  Once upon a time, traveling through realms had been simple. All you needed to get through was knowledge of the astral planes as well as the various creatures and dangers lurking within the realm about to be entered. But it had been simple.

  Over time, however, travel had become increasingly more difficult. Special permissions were required, mostly because coming through one freshly opened portal from another realm could have devastating effects in the realm being entered: tidal waves, earthquakes, hurricanes. Sometimes even increased lunacy. People went on shooting rampages. Rational people did and said irrational things, putting themselves and others in danger.

  Earth Realm in particular was in flux. It bubbled near boiling point. It seemed every day each country, but especially the United States, imposed new laws and stiffer tariffs. They continuously introduced stricter guidelines without alert. Such was the extent of the fear that had possessed them. And because of the irrational behavior of those on Earth, travel advisories had been issued. Everyone was to be on high alert, and anyone who traveled to Earth Realm did so at their own peril unless it was Christmas Eve. And even then, only Kris himself, Earth’s beloved Santa, was allowed to pass without hindrance.

  For these and so many other unforeseen reasons that could arise, Kris knew he must travel alone. As it was, he would be in danger. There was no way he would put Bucket at risk as well.

  Resolute in his decision, Kris dematerialized with Bucket in arms and left the surveillance room. He reappeared in his chambers, where he lay Bucket down gently on his large bed and watched him sleep a moment before exiting the room.

  I just hope we’re not too late.

  Almost as soon as he had the thought, Kris shuddered and did something he hadn’t done in decades. He offered up a prayer to the universal life force of their realm that no ramification would occur for having such a negative thought while still under the spell of Magic.

  Chapter Eight

  Booked and processed but awaiting sentencing, Griffin paced the empty cell of the Ashewoode police station. The adrenaline rush he’d felt earlier might have waned, but his mind still raced as he struggled to make sense of the evening.

  Who—or what—were those men? Yes, they had been his former boss and ex-boyfriend, but…what did they want with him? Griffin could still hear Piedmont’s hate-filled voice in his mind.

/>   “When I found out who and what you are, I hated you on principle. For everything you stood for and all that you believe in. Justice and equality for all. Good will toward man…”

  And to want to finish what he’d started when he’d first had Griffin thrown in prison?

  “I’m going to take you to my Master. He wants you. He needs you. I would just as soon see you destroyed.”

  What had Piedmont meant? Who needed Griffin? And for what?

  The questions chased round in his head, but with no one to help him figure it out, he felt utterly lost. He stopped pacing.

  “Jackson, if ever I’ve needed you, it’s now. Where the hell are you? Why was I so stupid as to lose touch with you?”

  Griffin looked about with disgust and disappointment as though he'd finally realized where he was. He took in the narrow benches fastened to the concrete block walls in a U formation. He stared at the bars on either side of the fourth wall, which was about seven feet wide. Against it hung a scrubbed, sparkling metal toilet. It might have looked clean, but it was odorous, facing the cell like the mockery of a king’s throne, as if whomever sat there would be holding court. Was there anything so demeaning?

  Shitting in jail in front of people. So fucking disgusting.

  Griffin made a face and pushed the thoughts from his mind. Bad enough he was in jail again. He didn’t need to dredge up the anguish he’d experienced the first time he’d been imprisoned. Already he felt himself surfing the butthole of depression. But he refused to go down. Not without a fight. Not this time.

  At least Mom’s not alive to see me like this.

  With that small consolation, Griffin turned his back on the toilet and walked toward the cots along the back wall. He sat in the center and took a deep breath, filling his lungs until they almost hurt. As he slowly exhaled, he cleared his mind and thought of Jackson, envisioned his face and those piercing ice-blue eyes. Griffin could feel Jackson, his swimmer’s build, how their energies had merged. He visualized Jackson appearing in the hallway and unlocking the door to release him. Griffin then let the image go out into the universe like so many tendrils of smoke. The rest was up to Jackson.