Sexy Santa and his nutcrunching elves: On cold winter's night

Up until yesterday I thought I wasn't able to write a Christmas story this year because my “real life” kept me very busy during the past couple of months. I tried hard not to let you feel it too much but I really struggled to find the time to write.

That's why this story is slightly shorter than Sexy Santa's previous adventures:
How the elves saved Christmas (2012)
Revenge of the elves (2013)
Great big balls of Christmas Magic (2014)

I hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless... Merry Christmas and happy holidays! :-))

Warning: Can contain traces of eggnog.

The emergency siren sounded through the silent night.

The twelve senior elves were standing in the common room on the first floor of Santa's North Pole mansion, gathered around Santa's cup. Their little felt pants were hanging around their ankles as they stroked their elven dicks to fill the cup with the special egg nog that kept Santa sexy and young and adorable.

When they heard the siren, they broke into a panic.

"What's going on?" Benjamin stammered, hastily pulling up his pants.

"Oh my god, something has happened!" Jonathan yelled, stuffing his dick into his pants.

"Oh no! Something's wrong with Santa!" Theodore cried. "I can feel it in my balls. They're all tingly!"

"Stay calm", Timothy said, fastening his belt buckle, his erection tenting his pants.

"But I can feel it in my balls!" Theodore wailed, his eyes filling with tears. "I told you, they're---"



"Your balls are always tingly", Timothy interrupted him.

Theodore "But---"

Timothy rolled his eyes, brought his leg back and kicked Theodore square in the nuts.

Theodore gasped for breath and doubled over, letting out a long, shrill scream.

The rest of the elves burst into giggles.

"Still tingly?" Timothy asked innocently.

"Nope", Theodore croaked.

"Good", Timothy said, heading for the door. "Let's go! Let's find out what's wrong!"

The rest of the elves followed him, with Theodore limping behind them, clutching his sore little elf balls. "Wait for me!" he whimpered.

The found the reason for the commotion right near the reindeer's stable.

The sleigh was parked right in the driveway, in front of the "No Parking" sign, and Rudolph was sounding the alarm. His nose was bright red and he had a frantic expression on his face.

Santa was lying in the snow, groaning and breathing stertorously.

His coat was parted, revealing his muscular chest and his eight-pack abs. His hat was lying next to his head.

Up until a couple of years ago, the elves had worked with a fat, grey-bearded, balding man. But then Nico got the job, and everything changed. Nico was a hot, sultry stud with a perfect body, muscular and athletic. He was nice and easygoing, a good boss and a great friend. The elves loved him dearly.

Now he was lying in the snow, groaning and breathing stertorously.

"Oh my god!" Theodore shrieked, pushing his way through the crowd. "He's dead!"

"He's not dead", Jonathan said, gently running his hand through Santa's hair.

"He's groaning and breathing stertorously", Benjamin said, feeling Santa's pulse.

"I know it! He's dead!" Theodore wailed, tears streaming down his face.

Timothy sighed and kicked Theodore's nuts hard from behind. His foot snapped up between Theodore's slender thighs, flattening the bulge in Theodore's felt pants and crushing his delicate sugarplums with a resounding smack.

Theodore's eyes crossed and he let out a soprano wail as he sank to the snow-covered ground.

Timothy turned to Benjamin and Jonathan.

"Something's wrong", Benjamin mumbled.

Jonathan nodded his head.

Nico's eyes opened. "My balls", he whispered. "My beautiful balls!"

Timothy leaned down and looked into Nico's eyes. "What happened?"

Nico groaned. "We had just finished the tour and were on our way back home."

The elves nodded.

Nico grimaced. "I was freeballing, you know. I like the way the wind caresses my balls."

The elves let out soft moans as their dicks hardened at the though of Nico's big, beautiful balls dangling freely inside his trousers.

Timothy nodded. "As always."

Nico let out a whimper. "But then there was this cold front above Africa. And before I knew it my balls were frozen solid."

Timothy bit his lower lip and nodded slowly. "You've got snow balls", he said with a sympathetic smile.

Nico groaned.

"Damn climate change", Theodore cried out. "As if it wasn't enough that men are ruining the planet! Why do they have to ruin Santa's precious ba---"

Timothy brought his elbow back sharply, crunching Theodore's tender balls into his body.

Theodore shrieked in pain and doubled over.

"Let me see", Timothy said softly. He gently pulled down Nico's pants.

The elves gasped at the sight.

Nico's big, plump balls were shiny blue and covered in ice crystals.

Gingerly Timothy lifted Nico's nuts up with his slender fingers. They were so cold that he dropped them immediately. They touched the ground with a loud CLUNK!

The elves shuddered.

Suddenly, Theodore let out a triumphant yelp. "I know what to do!" he rejoiced, pushing Timothy away and crouching down between Nico's thighs. "I know how to warm them up again!" He opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked both of Nico's frozen balls into his mouth.

"No!" the rest of the elves yelled in unison.

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Ugh", Theodore grunted, his mouth filled to capacity with Nico's huge glitter balls. "'y 'ongue if fticking 'o Fan'a'f 'allf!"

Timothy rolled his eyes.

"What did he say?" Benjamin scratched his head.

"His tongue is sticking to Santa's balls", Timothy sighed.

"I know what to do!" Jonathan exclaimed, walking behind Theodore whose legs were spread apart. He brought his leg back.

"No!" the rest of the elves yelled in unison.

But it was too late.

Jonathan had delivered a thunderous kick to Theodore's elven balls, crunching them hard.

Theodore let out a muffled squeal and his jaws clamped shut.

Santa's high-pitched scream was heard all around the world.

Men from all nations instinctively covered their groins, cold shivers running down their spines; children stopped playing with their toys, giggling at the strange sound; women looked at their men to make sure their family planning wasn't on hold.

At the North Pole, near the reindeer's stable, the elves were covering their ears, cringing in sympathy as Nico was writhing in agony, thusting his hips back and forth as Theodore's teeth were grinding his frozen balls.

"That wasn't very helpful", Timothy mumbled when Nico's screams had turned into a hoarse cough.

"Sorry", Jonathan said sheepishly, trying to suppress a giggle.

Timothy looked at him. "Go get some hot water."

Jonathan nodded and rushed to the house.

When he came back, half of the elves were pulling on Theodore's legs, the other half was sitting on Nico's upper body, holding him in place.

His ballsack was stretched away from his body as Theodore and Nico were screaming in unison.

"Here!" Jonathan yelled, holding up a kettle of boiling water. He jumped between his friends and poured the scalding hot water on Nico's frozen nuts.

Nico's voice changed into a festive coloratura soprano when his frozen balls were suddenly blanched.

Theodore's tongue instantly came off Nico's nuts and he landed in the snow along with the elves that were pulling on his legs.

Jonathan smiled proudly and poured some more boiling water on Santa's defrosting testicles.

Nico's eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a high-pitched squeal.

The elves gathered around, looking at Nico's groin.

Now his balls were bright red and bloated, steam rising from them as they pulsed visibly in their sack.

"Okay, they're not frozen anymore", Timothy said slowly.

"But now they're boiling!" Theodore cried out. "They're---"

Timothy shot him a stern look.

Theodore fell silent immediately, covering his crotch protectively.

"My balls", Nico croaked. "My beautiful balls."

"We have to cool them down again", Timothy said. "Quick, get some snow!"

Fast as the wind, the elves scooped up some snow and covered Santa's crotch with it.

Then they all started stomping their elven feet on the little melting mound of snow, jumping up and down, cheering and rejoicing while Nico was crying and shrieking and screaming and wailing as his poor sugarplums were stomped by his zealous little helpers.

"Enough!" Timothy yelled after a while.

The elves stepped away from Nico's crotch and admired their work.

Nico's balls were bigger than every, shining brightly in a Christmassy red. And as a sign of his glorious recovery, his fat, meaty dick had sprung to life, sputtering a big, juicy batch of cream onto his abs.

His face was hot, his cheeks rosy red and his eyes wet.

"He's crying", the elves smiled, their faces filled with affection.

"My balls", Nico croaked.

"They're okay again", Timothy said gently. He leaned over and scooped up some of Nico's cum with his finger. He tasted it and let it run down his throat.

The elves stared at him expectantly.

Timothy face broke into a huge smile. He took a step forward, planting his feet solidly on Nico's nutsack and squashing his orbs underneath his sole. "As good as ever!" he declared in a festive voice, causing the rest of the elves to cheer and clap their little hands.

Santa's mouth opened in a silent scream and his eyes rolled back into his head as he mercifully passed out.

The elves grabbed him by the arms and the legs and carried him to the mansion. Their angelic voices echoed through the night as they sang:

Ding dong! Merrily on high
In heav'n the bells are ringing
Ding dong! Santa's still a guy
His balls are well and swinging
Gloria in excelsis deo!

A little while later, Nico woke up in his bed. His legs were spread wide apart and tied to the bedposts. He looked down at his big, bloated balls and let out a groan.

His bed was surrounded by the elves, and Timothy handed him his cup that was filled to the brim with the elves' special eggnog.

"It's still warm", Timothy smiled.

"And extra creamy", Theodore chimed in, "because my portion was whipped out by the others."

The rest of the elves giggled.

Nico took the cup and inhaled the distinctive aroma.

Timothy smiled and gently cupped Nico's balls with his elven hand. "Everything is gonna be okay", he said softly. "We're gonna take good care of your nuts."

The elves giggled again.

Nico took a big gulp from the cup and smiled. "Merry Christmas to each and every one of you!"