"Hello? Is anyone there?" The boy banged on the door again, then trudged through the deepening snow to the next empty shop.

Twelve year old Joseph Barnes was in big trouble. Not the usual trouble that would get him a whipping when his dad came home from work, either. No, this was serious, life and death trouble. This was the 'stuck in a blizzard miles from home wearing only jeans and a sweater without any shelter' kind of trouble. And, since he had stormed out of his house shouting that he was going to Steven's, his parents wouldn't be looking for him. He banged on the door to the last shop on Grant Street, but he knew there was no hope. It was Christmas Eve and the storm had already brought almost a foot [30 cm] of fresh snow. All the shops were closed, all the shopkeepers and last minute Christmas shoppers had gone home to spend the evening with their families. Inside, where it was warm. He turned and went a little way down First Street, stopping at a little bus shelter, wondering how long he could survive the cold if he were to curl up in its corner.

Not far down that same street, eleven year old Ethan Peterson was also seeking shelter from the cold. He was more suitably dressed for the weather though, and he had his cell phone in his coat pocket. He also had his seven year old brother Tommy with him. Ethan was about to call his dad to come get him when Tommy found an old pet door at the back of a shop and wriggled inside. A few seconds later Ethan heard the click of a deadbolt, then the door opened to reveal his little brother standing in the doorway beaming with pride. Stepping inside, he found the light switch on the wall and turned it on, then shut and bolted the door behind him. It was warm enough inside to take off his coat, so he did. Taking out his phone, he sent a text to his dad. "We're warm and safe. Turning off phone to save battery. Will call in morning. Tell mom I love her. You too. Bye." He turned off his phone and returned it to his coat pocket.

Joseph quickly realized that the bus shelter, while adequate to stop rain, did nothing to fend off the cold. The wind picked up, blowing snow in his eyes and cutting through his clothes. He fumbled with the bag of cookies he had swiped from the kitchen before leaving home, but his fingers were too stiff and he couldn't get it open. He slowly and stiffly plodded along, hoping against hope for a miracle. His shivering became more violent, then gave way to sobbing. He resigned himself to freezing to death right there on the sidewalk and started to sink to his knees, when the light in a shop window just a little ways ahead suddenly flickered on. Filled with a sudden burst of energy, he ran the distance to the shop door and threw himself against it, banging and shouting, pleading to be let in.

As Ethan looked around the store he and his brother had just broken into, his eyes opened wide. Displayed on the shelves that lined the walls were toys. Not Legos or cars, but dildos, penis pumps, and all types of sex toys like he had learned about from YouTube after discovering he could connect his laptop to the neighbours' unsecured and uncensored Wi-Fi network. He caught his brother playing with a bright pink vibrator and snatched it from his hands, returning it to its shelf. "Tommy, better not touch anything in here, okay?"

Tommy started to protest, "But, Ethy!" when they heard a banging sound coming from the front door. Motioning Tommy to stay back, Ethan worked his way toward the front door, trying to reach a spot where he could see who was there without being seen himself. He saw a boy, red eyed from crying, half frozen. He gasped, "Joey?"

"Please let me in!" He kept shouting. He thought he saw motion from inside, then he spotted a familiar face.

"Eater?" He hadn't meant to shout out the nickname Ethan so despised, but the surprise of seeing him caught him off guard. Ethan hated him already, this was a really bad time to provoke him.

"Sorry, Ethan. Sorry. Please-"

Ethan was in his class, and he'd had a crush on him ever since they started seventh grade in September and he'd first noticed that he liked boys. Unfortunately, every time he tried to get Ethan to like him back it came out wrong. Like the time he told the whole class that Ethan only got better grades than he did because Mrs. James had the hots for him. He intended it to mean that Ethan was sexy enough for even a grownup to like him, but it came out all wrong. Like always.

Ethan frowned. Why did Joey have to intrude on his life? After all the trouble he had caused for him. Because of what Joey said, he had been interviewed by the cops three times and their teacher almost lost her job. Joey had crouched down, and was pleading through the mail slot in the door.

"Go away Joey. It serves you right if you freeze to death." He didn't mean it really, but it felt good to say it.

"Please Ethan. I have cookies, my mom made them."

Tommy had crept up behind his brother, and joined in the pleading. "Please Ethy, we need cookies and milk so Santa will come. Please!"

Ethan sighed. "Okay, I'll let you in."

He started turn the deadbolt, then paused. He put his mouth down by the mail slot and spoke sternly. "On one condition. While you're here, you're my slave. You do anything I tell you to, or we will put you back out to freeze. Understood?"

Joey nodded emphatically.

Joey stepped out of the snowstorm and in to heaven. Well, that's what it felt like at the moment anyways. The icy wind couldn't reach him here, and he was already imagining Ethan and him snuggled up together, naked so they could share their body heat after the power goes off. He pushed the bag of cookies toward the two brothers.

"Here. They might be frozen. Thanks."

The merchandise in the store looked very strange to him, though there were enough dick shaped items on display that he knew at once this was not someplace his dad would approve of, and it would earn him a whipping if he ever found out he had been here. The little boy he hadn't seen before, dressed up like an elf in red and green with a Santa hat on, was idly fingering the pee slit on a very realistic looking model of a fully erect dick & balls. The sight caused his own dick to start to inflate.

"Thank you for the cookies, Joey. Now, as my slave you will be tied up at all times. Will that be a problem?" Ethan nodded toward the door, "because if it is…"

Joey shook his head, "No, not a problem. Thank you."

Ethan had seen several lengths of rope in the back, and went to fetch them. When he returned, he noticed Joey rubbing his arms on his chest and shivering. His sweater was soaked.

"Take off your clothes, you'll freeze still if you keep those wet things on." Joey moved to lift his sweater over his head, but his fingers were stiff and he couldn't stop shaking, so Ethan grabbed the bottom of the garment and started lifting it over his head. He couldn't help but admire Joey's smooth chest, and let his fingers caress his skin as he pulled the wet sweater off and tossed to the floor.

Joey began to move his hands to intercept Ethan's when he reached out to the button of his jeans. But he paused. Hadn't he fantasized about him doing this very thing every night while he lay in bed and masturbated? Wasn't he, just seconds ago, fantasizing about spending the night naked with him? But then he imagined himself standing there naked, boys all around him pointing to his privates and laughing. He opened his mouth to ask Ethan to stop, but he was too late, as at that moment Ethan's hands passed down his thighs, bringing his jeans to the floor and melting his words into an incoherent gasp. He stood motionless, speechless as Ethan undid the knots on his shoes and guided him out of both pants and shoes. Then the cold, wet socks followed and he was nearly completely exposed, his dick now straining against the fabric of his briefs. Before he was able to regain control of his body, Ethan had bound his wrists together with a rope, not too tight but surprisingly secure. Ethan drug a stepladder from the back room, and instructed him to stand under one of several metal rings that were bolted into the ceiling, then he climbed to the top rung and stood on his tip toes to push the rope through the ring. His little brother never took his eyes off the bump in Joey's underwear, a fact which caused his dick to push against the cloth even harder.

Why did this naughty boy have to be so cute? Ethan thought to himself as he finished tying the knot over Joey's head. Standing on the ladder put his feet at just the right level, to 'accidentally' gave the bulge in Joey's underwear a few nudges with his toes before backing down the ladder, which caused him to emit a high-pitched whimper. Looking around the room, Ethan found a sturdy nail embedded in the corner of the shop's empty display window. He tied a length of rope around each of Joey's feet, then pulled them back behind him until he could just reach the floor with his toes, and tied the ropes onto the nail.

Joey wondered what Ethan would do to him, now that he couldn't resist. And by the way Ethan expertly tied him he realized that he knew what he was doing, and he wouldn't be able to wriggle free like when he played tie-up tickle-torture games with his cousins over the summer. It scared him to be so vulnerable, yet somehow it excited him as well. He was so engrossed contemplating this that he didn't notice the little boy inching closer until he reached out and grabbed the waistband of his underwear.

"No, don't!" but it was too late; Tommy pulled with both hands, his underwear snagging on his dick and pulling it painfully down until it slipped free and bounced up, nearly poking the little boy in his eye as it did so. With a gasp, Tommy exclaimed, "I knew it! Joey's cock is just as large as-"

Ethan jumped up and grabbed his brother, clamping a hand over his mouth, stopping him from saying anything more. Ethan whispered into the little boy's ear and he nodded, then Ethan released his grip. "You have to promise that everything we do here is top secret, okay?" The little boy nodded solemnly and said, "Top secret."

Ethan turned toward Joey. Crouched as he was, his cock was right at eye level. Ethan hadn't planned on this. Actually, he didn't know what he planned to do with the boy after he had him secure as his prisoner.

"Please pull them back up," Joey whimpered. His cock throbbed, mesmerizing Ethan. He reached out to give Joey back that last bit of dignity, but his hands wouldn't obey the orders his brain sent them. Instead of pulling Joey's underwear up, he pulled them down to his ankles, then worked them off his feet and up to where the ropes were tied, untying and retying them one at a time to free it and toss it on the pile with his other clothes. Ethan knew he had crossed a dangerous line by doing so, but seeing Joey so completely humiliated and under his power gave him a tremendous thrill.

Joey felt a deep sense of shame for being exposed like he was. Not because he was naked, but because he couldn't stop fantasizing about the boys touching him, doing things to his body. He had heard about blow jobs, and he kept looking at their lips, imagining his dick pressed against them. The fantasy kept his dick hard, throbbing and bouncing. Tommy followed it with his eyes and giggled and pointed when it moved. A drop of slippery fluid had beaded at the end, threatening to drip and add to his embarrassment. Ethan said something to Tommy, and took the bag of Joey's mom's homemade cookies to the back room, where shortly the whir of a microwave oven could be heard. Glancing toward the back room, Tommy quickly reached out and wiped the drop from Joey's dick with his finger, then pressing the finger against his lips he said, "Shhh! Top secret." Then he smiled and licked it off his finger right before his brother came back in with the warmed cookies.

"Dinner time for everyone that isn't tied up!" Ethan chimed, as he carried the warm cookies in on a plate he had retrieved from a cupboard next to the microwave.

Tommy reached out to grab a handful, then he paused and said, "We have to remember to save three for Santa!" He looked around the shop, then in a concerned tone he added, "and we have to find some milk. too. And a Christmas tree."

Ethan got down and looked his brother in the eye, "Tommy, I'm sorry, but there is no milk. There isn't even a refrigerator." The boy frowned, but kept exploring the room with his eyes. His gaze fell on a box on a high shelf next to where Joey was tied up. The box said, 'BODY LIGHTS DELUXE' and it had a picture of what looked a lot like Christmas tree lights on it. There was also a picture of a man's cock with a kinda spikey ring on the end that looked like it was glowing; under that picture it said, 'Includes our popular STIM-U-LIGHT and new O-BLOCK formula for extended milking.'

"Tommy, what about that?"

The box piqued Ethan's curiosity, so he brought it down to get a closer look at it.

Joey watched as the brothers inspected the box, then Ethan found a knife to cut through the tape and opened it up, reading through the instructions. They were whispering a lot so he couldn't really tell what was going on, but they were both getting really excited.

Tommy held up a little plastic pouch containing a spikey thing like the box showed and said, "I didn't know boys could make milk with their cocks, I thought milk only came from cows!"

Ethan looked up at him and said, "Little boys can't. Joey doesn't even have any hairs yet, so I'm sure he can't."

Joey didn't know what Ethan was talking about, but being called a 'little boy' felt like a challenge so he said, "I'm not a little boy!"

Ethan stood up, put his face close to Joey's, and said, "Well, we'll soon see if you're a little boy or not, won't we?" He returned his attention to the instruction booklet. "It says the first step is to spray this stuff on him." He picked up a spray can and examined it. "It says it 'conducts and insulates the skin to carry the positive charge.' What does that mean? Close your eyes." Joey closed his eyes as Ethan started spraying it all over his body. It smelled and felt like spray-on sunscreen, a little sticky and cold until it dried.

Ethan held up one of the lights. It was a little green bulb with a green leaf at the top, and out of the top a curved wire protruded, ending in a little shiny disk. "It isn't sticky or anything, maybe it sticks to the spray?" He picked a spot on Joey's chest and held the disk against his skin. It didn't stick. He checked the instructions then held it back in the same spot. "Okay, it says to just press it against the skin, and-" He pressed, and Joey yelped. Ethan pulled slightly, and discovered the curved wire was embedded in Joey's skin. He got another light and looked closely at it. "It looks like it's spring loaded!" He carefully pressed the edge of the disk against his fingernail, and the wire snapped out about a quarter of an inch [5 mm].

Tommy picked out a yellow one and held it up near the green one that his brother had done. "I want to try!" He pressed, and Joey shouted, "Oww! Stop, that hurts!"

The light stuck, and the little boy laughed gleefully. "Joey's a Christmas tree! Joey's a Christmas tree!"

Ethan's mouth gaped in disbelief for a moment, then he looked in Joey's eyes and slowly repeated, "Joey's a Christmas tree." He saw the look of horror in Joey's eyes, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Sorry Joey, but my brother really wants a Christmas tree."

The boys took turns pressing the lights into Joey's skin, going around his body, down his legs, until there were no more lights. After the first few Joey stopped yelping, but each time one pierced his skin he flinched, and tears flowed freely down his cheeks.

Joey watched through teary eyes as the boys got out a little black box and put batteries in it, then uncoiled two wires with disks like the ones on the lights – only bigger, then he flinched again as one was pressed into each of his butt cheeks. Tommy flipped a switch on the box, and he gasped at what felt like a static shock hitting him at every spot where a light was attached. After the initial shock, it gradually became more like the lights were vibrating against his skin. Ethan had moved on to another set of instructions, and Joey tried to focus on what he was saying. 'Our patented O-Block formula prevents orgasmic contractions and affects the body's hormones to dramatically increase seminal fluid production and allow for extended milking sessions. Lasts 5 hours.' Ethan read that through several times, then seemed to give up on deciphering the meaning of the words. He continued, 'Inject into the subject's buttocks prior to use of Stim-U-Light.'

He picked up a syringe filled with a bright green liquid and examined it, a look of disgust on his face. Joey clenched his teeth and closed his eyes tight as Ethan slowly pressed the needle in his rear and emptied the scary looking stuff into his body.

"It's six o'clock now, so that dose will last until 11:00. I saw an alarm clock in the back; I'll set that to remind us when it's time to do another one."

Ethan was examining several different sizes of the spikey rings, then held the smallest one up to Joey's cock. "This looks about right." He unwrapped it and got ready to put it in place.

"Ooh, can I put it on? Please?" Ethan handed it to Tommy. "Careful with this little lever, don't touch that until it's on properly." The little boy slid the device over the head of Joey's now deflated cock, taking the opportunity to rub his fingers along the shaft and head, then once it was in place he deftly flicked the lever, which shot several hidden wires into the skin of Joey's shaft.

Joey howled, and his cock started to bounce rhythmically to the programmed electrical impulses coursing through it. Tommy laughed hysterically at the sight of it.

The jolt that shot through Joey's dick when the wires pierced his skin and the ring lit up was like the time he accidentally touched the electric wire around his Grampa Ed's goat pasture. It felt like his dick had been hit with a hammer, and it kept hitting him over and over. It had a four beat rhythm, two soft beats, one stronger beat then a super strong beat that made his whole body tense up. He knew there would be no use protesting, and he doubted he could manage words anyways, so he tried to grit his teeth and bear it, but he couldn't stop himself from letting out a whimpering grunt every time that fourth beat hit him. Looking down, he saw a drop of clear liquid dripping from the end of his dick. The involuntary movements of his dick caused it to swing back and forth, round and round, and Tommy was laughing as he chased it around with his hand trying to catch it.

Ethan pulled a little gold chain with hooks at each end from the box. "Now I see what this is for!" he exclaimed, pinching a fold of skin on the top side of his cock then, after painfully yet unsuccessfully jabbing the fold of skin a few times, forcefully pierced one of the hooks through the skin, then pulled the chain up until it was tight enough that his cock stayed steady and embedded the other hook in the skin just above his belly button. The chain reduced the bouncing enough that the slippery stuff coming out of his cock could be more easily collected. Ethan found a little round display table that was the right height, and positioned it so a glass could set on it to catch the fluid as it dripped from Joey's cock.

"I hope Santa likes this kind of milk!" Ethan laughed.

Tommy, licking his hands to taste what he had managed to catch, nodded enthusiastically, "He will, I know he will!"

Ethan marked a second syringe of O-Block with '11:00' and set the alarm clock for the same time, while his brother wrote a note for Santa which read, "Dear Santa, We runned out of regelar milk. Love, Tommy & Ethan. p.s. Joey's been very noghty this year." The card and the cookies were arranged on the table with the glass.

As soon as Joey started to get used to the rhythm of the electrical pulses attacking his dick, the device switched to a different pattern. Instead of a four beat rhythm, now there was a long sequence of rapid beats, starting off very week then gradually building until it was so strong he thought that perhaps his dick was going to burst. This continued, with the pattern switching every minute or two, keeping him fearful of what might come next. After fifteen minutes or so, the device reached the end of its programmed cycle and looped back to the four beat rhythm it had started with. This time, knowing what to expect, he knew when to tense his body in preparation for a particularly strong pulse, and when he could relax for a few seconds.

The brothers were sitting on the floor against the wall, singing Christmas songs. "Christmas tree Joey, sing with us!" Little Tommy pleaded, and Ethan looked at him, expectantly. They started a verse of 'Oh Christmas Tree' and Joey did his best to sing along. Tommy laughed at his interspersed grunting and mimicked his singing, 'Oh Christma-as tre-EE, oh Chri-i-istmas tree."

There were two decorative stockings hung on the wall, and while Tommy and Joey were singing a round of 'WE-ee three ki-INNNGs' together Ethan got them down, emptying out the fake presents that were stuffed inside them. With a red marker he wrote Tommy's name on one and his on the other, then he returned them to their place on the wall. After a few more carols, Tommy curled up in the corner and went to sleep.

Joey's head hung wearily and his eyes were closed, a pained expression on his face. Ethan stood by him, lifting his head with his hands to look into his face. Joey opened his eyes, but made no sound.

"I'm sorry, Joey. I didn't want to hurt you. I mean, I did want to. But not like this. Things just got out of hand. You know what I mean, I hope?"

Joey let out a soft moan, Ethan couldn't tell if he was trying to answer him or not. There was a tear running down the side of his nose, he was so adorable like this.

Without thinking Ethan reached out with his tongue and licked the tear away, then pressed his lips to Joey's mouth and kissed him. At that moment, Joey'ss eyes rolled back and he let out a long, high-pitched whine.

While Ethan was talking to him, the device on Joey's dick was on a long, throbbing cycle. He wanted to answer Ethan, but his mouth was dry and his throat sore, and with Ethan's hands touching his face and his lips so close to his he could feel his dick building to climax. When Ethan's lips touched his, it pushed him to the edge. Only the spasms he expected, that happened when he stroked himself at night, were absent. He was at the peak, and just stuck there. He felt a rush of warm liquid flowing from his dick, not squirting but just draining into the cup. Ethan reached up to where Joey's wrists were tied, and he thought Ethan was going to release him, but doing it caused Ethan to bump into the little table. Looking down, he saw the stream draining into the cup. He watched for a few seconds, then looked back up at Joey's face and whispered, "I can't. I'm sorry, I – I just can't."

Joey watched as Ethan backed away and sat on the floor, his back against the wall, then pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his hands. For a moment Joey thought he could hear Ethan softly crying, but then the next cycle started with a sharp pounding in his dick and he had to close his eyes and concentrate to get through it.

Ethan had promised himself that if he ever got the chance to punish this boy for the things he had said about him, he would show no mercy. He had thought that it would make him feel better. Now he was making good on his promise, but he felt so guilty about it that his stomach hurt. He had been so certain that Joey deserved this treatment, so why did he feel like he was the one who had done wrong? He decided it would not be right to sleep while the boy endured this agony, but before much time had passed he could be heard softly snoring.

Joey watched the two brothers sleeping, watched their chests expand and contract. Every time the device looped back to that long throbbing cycle, he imagined that one or the other was rubbing his dick, or had it in his mouth. Again and again he ached for release but it wouldn't come. The fluid just ran out into the cup, holding him at that highest point until the next cycle started and the sharp pounding brought him back down for a while. At eleven o'clock the alarm clock went off, but Tommy didn't stir and Ethan just sleepily batted at it until it stopped, mumbling, "five more minutes, mom."

Not long after that Joey felt an odd tingling deep inside, like when the numbness wore off after getting a cavity filled in one of his teeth. The next time the throbbing cycle came, and he ached for release, it finally happened. He felt his dick start to spasm, then the cycle changed and it was pounding again, only every beat was accompanied by a spasm from his dick as it spit the creamy stuff out again and again, hitting table, the card that Tommy had written and even the floor beyond. Finally the spasms stopped, but the attack on his dick continued. It was just before midnight, when his third orgasm hit him, that he finally lost consciousness.

***

"Ethy, wake up! Santa came! Santa came!"

Ethan blinked his eyes open. Tommy was standing over him, shaking his shoulder. "Santa came, and filled the stockings!"

Sure enough, the stockings were filled with candy canes and small wrapped packages. Joey was limp, and Ethan quickly checked to make sure he was okay. The lights embedded in his skin had gone dark and his cock, no longer erect and throbbing, maintained its position over the cup only because the gold chain held it there. His breathing was slow and steady, sound asleep.

"Tommy, help me get him free first." With Tommy's help, he carefully pulled out the wires from Joey's butt cheeks, then removed each light and the chain. He had to consult the instructions before removing the Stim-U-Light from Joey's cock. Ethan packed everything neatly back into the box, then he removed the ropes from Joey's feet and hands, carefully lowering him to lay on the floor. The glass had less in it than when Ethan had gone to sleep, and there were damp spots extending from the glass clear across the table and on the floor.

There was a small note on the plate where the cookies had been which read, "Thanks for the cookies and milk. The cookies were good, but that was the best milk I've had in years. I filled your stockings here, but your gifts are under the tree at your house. Love, Santa."

It was nearly noon when Joey woke up, naked and alone lying on the hard floor. He looked around, and everything appeared just as it had when he'd first stepped through the door. Ethan and Tommy were gone; it was as though they had never been there at all. But Joey had painful reminders of the night's events all over his body. His clothes, still damp from being worn in the snowstorm, lay in a pile by the door. He was terribly thirsty, so he went searching for water. There was a small, dirty bathroom, but turning the knob on the sink did nothing. The only water he could find was in the toilet, and it hadn't been flushed since the last time it was used. He pushed the lever to flush it, but there was not enough water in the tank. The glass that he had been milked into was on the counter, residue still coating the inside. He lifted the lid off the toilet's tank, and collected as much water as he could from the bottom of it with the glass. He drank it greedily, despite the mixture of contaminants in the water. He could find no food, so he carefully put his damp clothes on and stepped outside. The storm had passed and the sun was shining, but the roads were still covered in a foot of snow. He slowly and painfully trudged through the snow toward home. When at last he arrived at his own front door, he saw his father's black leather belt hanging from the handle. He dutifully carried it in and presented it to his father without a word. 

The End