December 17

REALISTIC SHOWS

Boston Legal - Alan/Denny/Brad

Author: Cassandra
Title: Jingle Bells
Date: December 17th, 2004
Fandom: Boston Legal/realistic
Pairing: Alan/Denny/Brad
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brad plays Elf for two Santas
Disclaimer: None of the guys belong to me.
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Note: Spoilers for Boston Legal Episode Loose Lips where Alan pleads the case of a Santa fired because he is a transvestite and gay. Brad suggests a bet with Alan, that if Alan wins the case, Brad will be his elf for the day and if Alan loses the bet, then Alan will be Brad's elf for the day. Unknown to Alan, Brad asks a clerk to make sure that the case goes before a bigoted judge, but Alan is able to pull a rabbit from his hat and wins the case. So Brad ends up in the elf costume, complete with bells.
Warnings: mild bdsm, sort of a threesome
Beta: Janice, fiona, and Ellen

Jingle Bells

It was just after quitting time when Denny Crane stopped Alan Shore in the hallway leading to his office.

"Yes, Denny?" he said, suppressing his impatience to get to Brad before he left for the day.

"Walk with me," Denny said, leading Alan to his office and out on the balcony.

"Is it true that Brad Chase is wearing an elf costume?" Denny said, sitting in one of his comfortable chairs, and gesturing for Alan to sit next to him. Denny poured two glasses of Scotch and handed one to Alan.

"Yes, Denny," Alan said, sitting in the chair and taking the single malt whiskey. He really wanted to catch Brad, having only had a minimal chance to tease the cocky young attorney. Having him under his thumb, if only for a day was a treat not to be missed. He'd teach Brad not to underestimate him yet. If while he did it, he had some fun himself, all the better.

"And that he's your elf for the rest of the day?" Alan could see that Denny was having trouble with the concept.

"Yes, that's true," Alan nodded and added with a sly grin. "And I'm so looking forward to it."

"Do you bat for both sides, Slugger?" Denny's question seemingly came out of left field.

Maybe Denny didn't have 'that' much trouble with the concept, Alan thought.

"You're making entendres, Denny. Judge Hingham would be scandalized." Alan hedged. Denny had the strangest notions of what was perverted and what were acceptable sexual norms. Usually, he didn't care what people thought of him, but Denny's opinion was fast becoming important to Alan.

"You didn't answer the question," Denny persisted.

"I have been known to be a switch hitter," Alan admitted. "How about you?"

Alan wasn't sure if Denny was going to answer and he found himself holding his breath.

Finally, Denny shrugged. "From time to time," he admitted. "I prefer women, but there were times, during my stint in the Service, one time with a colleague that ended…badly," he trailed off, but Alan got the meaning. He had often wondered if Paul and Denny had a history.

"I, too, prefer women with their silky skin, tender but supple breasts, their soft curves, but there are times when I want a nice long hard fuck…how about you, Denny?" he lowered his voice. "Do you like long hard fucks?"

Alan could see Denny's eyes widening and the slight squirm in his seat. Yeah, this was getting to him.

"Uh, yeah," Denny said, hedging. "Who doesn't?" He turned it back on Alan. "So, are you a pitcher or a catcher?"

"I guess you could call me a utility player," Alan said, shrugging. "Depending on what my partner likes. I just like sex."

"Do you think Brad is a 'switch hitter'?" Denny asked.

"I think Brad is a repressed bisexual if not homosexual," Alan said. "I get these vibes from him. He just needs his eyes opened."

"And you think that you're the one to do it?" Denny asked with a degree of speculation in his eyes.

"Well, he has agreed to be my elf for the rest of the day, complete with costume," Alan said with a sly smile. "And we all know what Santa's elves do for Santa when they're not busy making toys."

Denny chuckled and said, "It would be a shame to let the opportunity slip through your fingers."

"I have no intention of letting anything slip through my fingers," Alan said. "In fact, I'm about to go put on my Santa costume right now."

"You know, I always wanted to play Santa," Denny sighed, looking almost wistful. "But I've never had an opportunity. Too busy, you see."

"That's a shame," Alan said. He hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. He could ask Denny to join him in training his elf. It would make the dynamics different, but sometimes different was better. He had a feeling that Denny was a natural when it came to playing 'games'. He could suggest it and if the older man balked, Alan could just leave it at that. No harm, no foul.

"You could try my new suit on," Alan offered. "I'm sure it will fit. They sent over a larger size because the older one was a bit tight. I can still fit into the old one, but it's a little uncomfortable. I really do need to do some of those sit ups."

"I don't want to interfere with your time with Brad," Denny said.

Well, it wasn't a 'no', Alan thought. Maybe he just needed more persuasion.

"I was thinking more along the line of you helping me with breaking in my elf," Alan said persuasively. "He's wearing tights," he added. "Under those cute little shorts."

Alan could tell that Denny was tempted.

"I could sit on your lap and tell you want I want for Christmas," Alan said, batting his eyes lasciviously.

"You've been a very bad boy this year," Denny said. "Santa will probably put switches in your stocking."

"Well, then, I could lay over your lap and you could spank me for being such a bad boy," Alan smirked.

"You are a sick, sick man," Denny shook his head. "You would probably enjoy it."

"I have been known to enjoy a good spanking," Alan agreed and then cocked his head. "I wonder if Brad does? He certainly deserves one for arranging for Judge Hingham to take the transvestite Santa case."

Denny chuckled. "And you're just the man to give it to him."

"I could make it one of his duties as my elf," Alan smiled in delight at the wicked thought. "Right after he licks my peppermint stick. Or maybe I'll lick his."

"Alan!" Denny exclaimed in mock outrage. "What would the Santa Union say if they find out that you're taking advantage of one of their elves?"

Alan shrugged and smirked. "We'll just have to make sure they never find out." He gestured toward his office. "Care to join me?"

Denny thought for a moment and then said with a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes, "Sure, why not? Like I said, these opportunities don't come every day."

Alan followed Denny down the hallway to his own office. He handed the new Santa suit to his boss and got out the old one for himself. Denny just stared as Alan took his suit pants off.

"It fits better if I'm naked," he explained as he unbuttoned his shirt. "It's tight as it is without adding clothes. Try it, it's very liberating, letting everything hang out. No one would think that Santa would be naked under the suit. It's a wonderfully perverse secret. But you had better hurry. We wouldn't want Brad to leave before we can catch him."

"I can take care of that," Denny said. He went over to the phone, picked it up and told the receptionist to have Brad meet him in his office in 30 minutes.

"Good, I've already hidden his street clothes," Alan said. "He was going to have to drive home in the elf costume."

It took less than 10 minutes to change into the Santa suits. Alan was pleasantly surprised to find that Denny was getting into the spirit of things. After just a brief hesitation, the older man stripped off his clothes with the minimum of modesty. Checking him out, Alan decided that the other man had nothing to be modest about. Granted he was pudgy around the middle, but what middle age man wasn't? His butt was nicely shaped if not as tight as Brad's. A pair of generous sized testicles accompanied the heavy cock. No wonder Denny didn't have trouble getting younger woman.

"You know," Alan offered impulsively. "We could just skip Brad and head back to my place for drinks."

"Tempting," Denny said, pulling on the Santa suit. "But do you really want to miss this chance with Brad?"

Alan thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, not really," he admitted. "Someone needs to take that stick out of Brad's tight little ass...and I know just what to replace it with." He went over and took out a small black shaving kit from his bottom desk drawer. As an afterthought, he took out a brown paper bag as well.

"That's the spirit, Slugger," Denny said, putting the Santa hat on at a rakish angle. "Let's go."

"Wait!" Alan caught Denny before he left the room. "Do you have a stereo in your office?"

"Of course," Denny said. "I use it to listen to Julia Ecklar. She helps me think when I'm reading my briefs."

"Great," Alan said, having no idea whom Julia Ecklar was or what kind of music she performed. He picked up a CD from his desk and stuck it in the kit and picked up the gym bag with Brad's clothes. "Mood music."

Since most of the office staff had already left for the day, they had no trouble sneaking down the hallway to Denny's office after Alan made a quick stop in the bathroom. As they passed a partially decorated table, Alan grabbed a couple of the long red taper candles and their holders. At Denny's inquiring look, he merely replied, "Ambient lighting and they may come in handy…in other ways. Grab that box, would you?" He nodded at the box full of Christmas decorations waiting to be hung.

"Christmas decorations?" Denny asked. "Are we going to decorate my office?"

"I was thinking more of decorating our elf," Alan said dryly.

"I have a feeling this is going to be an experience that Brad will never forget," Denny commented, picking up the box and leading the way into his office. He closed the door behind them.

Alan had time to search through the decoration box and gather promising objects. Definitely some tinsel and red and green ribbon along with Christmas tree decorations. He added some of the objects from his black bag to the growing pile on the desk. He grabbed two of the small shiny bells and hooked them onto the nipple clamps and put the cloth gag next to them. He didn't know if Brad was a screamer or not, but it was best to be safe. Speaking of safe, he opened the paper bag and took out a new box of condoms and a bottle of Astroglide.

"There, that should do it," Alan said, nodding. "Oh, you have your lighter?"

"Sure," Denny said. Opening a drawer, he brought out a gold plated lighter and handed it to Alan. He set one candle on a filing cabinet and the other on a bookshelf. He lit both candles and then turned off the harsh overhead lights, leaving only the candles and one lone lamp to illuminate the room. He didn't want any telling shadows to give away their secret through the frosted glass of the doors. The shades could be lowered for the windows but whomever came up with the stupid ideas of frosted glass for all the doors of the offices should be shot, thought Alan. It was probably Paul. He was such a repressed prick. He probably did it to keep the staff from doing just what Alan planned.

"Hey, Alan," Denny said as if he just thought of it. "How are you going to talk Brad into this? He may take one look and run the other way. And we really can't afford another sexual harassment suit."

"Oh, his pride isn't going to let him back down," Alan said. "And I think he wants this more than he realizes. If I'm wrong, hey, it won't go to waste. You and I can play Santa. I still need my spanking."

Denny chuckled and said, "Ho, ho, ho."

Just then, a knock came on the door. Alan moved in front of the desk and leaned back against it, motioning Denny to do the same to hide the incriminating evidence.

"Come in," Denny called when they were in position and the door opened and Brad took a step inside and stopped at the sight of two Santas.

"Close the door," Denny ordered and Brad slowly felt back to close the door, not taking his eyes off the spectacle of his boss and co-worker dressed as old Kris Kringles.

"What is *he* doing here?" Brad asked quickly, almost belligerently. "And why are you wearing a Santa Claus suit?" He looked confused.

"You didn't think you would get away without paying the piper, did you?" Alan asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Walking down the hallway in your elf suit wasn't nearly enough to 'be my elf for the day.'"

"Don't you think being humiliated in front of all my colleagues was enough?" Brad asked plaintively. "I mean, everyone saw me, even the cleaning lady. And now, I can't find my clothes. You took them, didn't you," he accused.

"You can have them back at the end of the day," Alan said reasonably. "If you are a very good elf," he added. "And as to the humiliation being enough, I really don't think that was all you had in mind when you made the bet…was it?" At Brad's sudden flush, he nodded. "I mean, you went to all the trouble of getting a certain pretty clerk to make sure that my Santa case got into Judge Hingham's docket. I don't think you would have gone to such extremes to lose a case if you didn't have more in mind than a stroll down the corridor."

"So what do you want me to do?" Brad said, sighing.

"Well, you definitely have some penance in store," Alan said. "I thought you might like Denny here as your witness. I mean, we wouldn't want you calling foul after the deed…so to speak. Who knows, you may have some fun while you're at it."

"Fun?" Brad asked, suspiciously. "What kind of fun?"

Alan nodded at Denny and they both moved back to show Brad the desk and its contents scattered over the surface. Brad's slight remaining flush was eclipsed by the bright red now covering him from the tips of his ears down to his neck. He obviously knew what most of the objects were used for. Maybe he had gotten some experience in the Marines.

"What? You're not gay!" Brad exclaimed. "You bed every woman you come in contact with."

"That's true," Alan said reasonably. "I'm not gay. I prefer the term bisexual, although that does limit one. I just like sex. How about you?"

"No! I mean, yes, I like sex…with women! Not men," Brad corrected himself.

"So you've had sex with a man?" Alan asked in an even tone.

"NO! Of course not, I just said that I like women," Brad answered, flustered.

"But if you have never had sex with a man, then how do you know if you don't like it or not?" Alan asked.

"I don't have to have sex with a man to know I wouldn't like it," Brad said, his voice getting strident.

"No one is saying that you have to have sex if you don't want to, Trooper," Denny said, calmingly. "That would be sexual harassment and we don't have sexual harassment at Crane, Poole & Schmidt."

"Of course not," Alan agreed. "If you would rather play Santa and Elf without the fun sexual aspects, we can certainly do that. Of course, that would mean you miss out in all the pleasure. If you're more into domestic discipline, we can do that instead. Not everyone gets off on being spanked. Why, I'm not sure," Alan said, a puzzled look on his face. "I find it highly stimulating. Once I had a case, defending a dominatrix from a solicitation charge and she paid me in trade. It was a most enjoyable afternoon."

"Spanked?" Brad squeaked. "You want to spank me?"

"What do you think Santa does to naughty elves? I'm sure you've heard of Santa putting switches in stockings of bad girls and boys. What did you think the switches were for?" Without waiting for Brad to answer, he plowed on. "And you were a naughty elf, weren't you? You played dirty pool by your own admission."

"I never admitted that I told Sylvia to make your case fall in Judge Hingham's docket," Brad protested.

"Sylvia?" Alan asked with raised eyebrows. "I didn't mention any names. So, are we going to add lying to your tally?" Alan tsked. "My, my, the list is getting longer and longer. You'll be lucky to sit down comfortably by the end of the week." Alan licked his lips.

"Denny?" Alan appealed to his boss. "Surely, you're not going along with this?"

"You're the one that made the bet," Denny said. "Gambling is illegal in the state of Massachusetts. We don't do gambling at Crane, Poole & Schmidt." Denny nodded his head sharply. "So what's it going to be, Trooper? Are you going to be a candy ass and run out of here, with your bells a-jingling? Or are you going to bend over and take it like a Marine?"

Brad had the look of a man stuck between a rock and a hard place, Alan thought in silent glee. It had been a stroke of genius to ask Denny to join him. Brad would have been long gone if he hadn't been concerned about how he looked in front of the older man.

Brad looked at the variety of items on the desk with a look of half dread and half interest. Alan could tell he was tempted.

"How many of these…'things' do we have to use?" Brad asked reluctantly.

"It's up to you…for the most part," Alan said. "If you're not ready…or interested in anal sex, we can skip the lubricant completely. I only play safe, so condoms are not negotiable if anyone is planning on coming. Personally, I plan on coming at least once. If you're a 'screamer' during sex, I would suggest the gag. We wouldn't want the cleaning staff to call the police because they thought you were being murdered."

"And what do you want to do with the rest of this stuff?" Brad asked in trepidation.

"Decorate my elf, of course," Alan said. He picked up the bell-laden nipple clamps and jingled them. "Bells as promised."

"Where…" Brad started to ask and shook his head, shuddering. "Never mind, I don't want to know. I can't believe I'm considering this madness."

"Think of it this way, either you'll find out that you like sex with men or not," Denny said. "No one is going to judge you either way. What goes on in here, stays in here. Do you understand?" The last was a warning.

"Yes, I understand," Brad said. "There's no way I would tell anyone anyway. They'd think I was crazy."

"Or dipping a bit too much in the Christmas eggnog," Alan agreed.

"You sure I can't do something else…like clean the toilets with a toothbrush?" Brad begged.

"You're welcome to do that, if it turns you on," Alan said, "but I'm afraid the cleaning staff might be offended."

"Where do you want to start?" Brad said, sighing, evidently accepting his fate.

"Denny, if you will make sure we aren't interrupted?" Alan requested, while he pulled a straight back chair into the middle of the room.

Denny nodded and went around and pulled open a drawer in the desk and brought out a door hanger that said, 'Do not disturb' and took it over to the door. He opened the door, hung the placard on the doorknob and closed and locked the door before closing the blinds.

"There, no one should bother us," Denny said. "I often work late and the cleaning staff knows not to interrupt me."

Alan headed over to the stereo. He removed the Divine Intervention CD that was in it, placing it in its case lying by the stereo and inserted his own CD. Soon the new age sounds of Mannheim Steamroller were heard. He turned up the music a notch.

"Not my favorite version of Christmas music-- I prefer the Muppet Christmas Carol -- but it should muffle any extraneous sounds," Alan explained, walking back to the chair and sitting down, spreading his legs slightly and planting his boot clad feet flat on the floor. He chuckled and crooked a finger and gestured for Brad to come to him.

"Ho, ho, ho," he said. "Come and sit on Santa's lap."

Still more than a little embarrassed; Brad walked over to Alan and awkwardly sat on his lap.

"Now, Santa knows when you've been bad or good, and you've been very bad this year, haven't you Brad?" Alan asked. "Elves are expected to show a good example for all the other boys and girls and you haven't done that, have you?"

"Yes, I mean no Santa," Brad said uncomfortably, squirming on Santa's lap. "I haven't been good."

"And we all know what bad boys get, don't we?" Alan asked.

"Yes, Santa," Brad sighed. "Switches in their stockings."

"Well, I think we can forego the switches this year," Alan said agreeably. "But I do think that at least a spanking is demanded. But first, we need to decorate Santa's Elf. It looks like you've lost your hat and it had such cute little bells. But never mind." He reached over and picked up the nipple clamps. "These will do. Lift up your shirts, please."

Alan thought Brad might balk, but finally, he untied the rope belt around his waist and lifted up both the green tunic and red and white striped shirt, exposing well-defined abs and pectoral muscles.

"My, someone has been working out," Alan said, running a hand up and down the torso, finishing at the dark nipples. He plucked and squeezed until they stood at attention. Brad gasped as Alan attached the clamps just tight enough that they wouldn't fall off. No need to scare the inexperienced man off at the beginning. Brad shuddered and the bells jingled merrily. Alan let the shirts drop down. At Brad's moan, he said, "You might just want to take the shirts off. Your nipples are going to be sensitive and the material of the shirts rubbing against them might make them a little tender."

At Brad's hesitation, he added, "It's up to you. The elf costume is cute. I can understand why you might want to keep it on."

Brad rolled his eyes at the obvious attempt at manipulation, but stood and carefully lifted up both shirts and took them off.

"Perfect," Alan said, picking up a condom and a length of red ribbon. "Now, drop the shorts."

"What!?" Brad exclaimed.

"Come on Brad, what are you afraid of?" Alan taunted. "Feeling a little deficient? I'm sure you are quite…adequate."

"Adequate!?" Brad protested and pushed down the shorts, tights and briefs all in one movement, leaving himself naked. He obviously didn't feel that he had anything to feel inadequate about. Alan got a good look at the package and agreed with him. Although only partially erect, he had a good-sized penis and pair of testicles.

"More than adequate," Alan nodded and turned to his fellow Santa. "Wouldn't you say, Denny?"

"It's difficult to tell since he's not hard," Denny said, cocking his head appraisingly, "but I would say he's definitely respectable."

"Well, I can take care of that," Alan said and reached for Brad's cock. The other man took a step back, skittish.

"Now wait just a minute," Brad said.

"You have something against hand jobs?" Alan asked. "I can't decorate you unless you're hard."

"I can do it," Brad said, taking his cock in hand and started stroking, the movement making the nipple bells jingle. After 30 seconds, his cock had grown a couple inches in length and a good inch in diameter.

"I'm truly impressed," Alan said, wonderingly. "I never thought you had such a big prick no matter what I've heard around the water cooler."

"Here, you can put it on," he opened the condom and handed it to Brad. At Brad's sniff, Alan said, "Yes, its peppermint flavored for your very own candy cane. I have several different flavors. I tried to get red and white stripes but they were all out. Something about a Christmas rush," he said, shaking his head in disappointment as Brad rolled the condom on with just a bit of fumbling. Alan took the ribbon and tied a nice tight bow at the base of Brad's erect cock over the condom to act not only as a decoration, but a cock ring.

Enjoying himself, Alan took some shiny rope tinsel and wrapped it around Brad's torso as a make shift harness. Looking him over critically, Alan thought his elf looked like an extra from the porn version of 'The Nightmare Before Christmas', but he kept that information to himself. There was still something missing….

"Oh, I can't forget the mistletoe," Alan said, rummaging in the decoration box and coming up with a sprig of the green plant with white balls. "Hmm, where to put it…" He attached it to red bow adorning his cock with a bit of ribbon. "Perfect!"

"There, all decorated. It's a fine job, if I have to say so myself," Alan said, admiring his work. "What do you think, Santa?"

"Excellent job," Denny replied, eyes roving over the younger man with open appreciation. "He looks like a present ready to be unwrapped."

"Or a naughty elf ready to be spanked," Alan said, again crooking his finger at Brad to come to him.

Brad looked like he wanted to protest, but was too proud. Alan wondered how long that pride would last when he was headfirst over his lap, getting his ass spanked. Brad took a hesitant step forward and Alan pulled him over his lap, spreading his legs to make room for the decorated cock and mistletoe. Since Brad was so tall, his feet touched the ground. Alan bent his right knee to tilt Brad's butt up and lowered his left knee so Brad's chest was lower. The naughty elf ended up with his face only inches off the floor; his creamy white ass cheeks displayed for the two Santas to see.

"Oh my, Santa's Elf has a wonderfully tight ass," Alan said. "It will be a pleasure to turn it a dusky rose."

Alan could tell that Brad was mortified. His ears were red again and he was hiding his face. It was time to make that gorgeous ass match them in color.

Alan lifted his hand and brought it down, making sure that the smack would make a loud noise with just the right amount of sting. Brad yelped and bucked. Alan squeezed his thighs together, trapping the erect cock between them. Brad stopped bucking.

"Ow!" he complained, trying to bring his hand back to rub at the sting, but Alan caught it and brought it up against Brad's lower back, holding it there by his wrist. "That hurt, dammit."

"Oh, don't be such a baby. We're just getting started," Alan said. "Do you need the gag or can you be quiet?"

"I'll be quiet." Brad shook his head, vigorously.

"Are you sure?" Denny asked. "It might be easier to use the gag, then you wouldn't have to worry about making too much noise."

Brad looked up at Denny, obviously torn between his pride and his needs.

"Remember, Trooper," Denny said. "What goes on here, stays in here. You can have whatever you need. No judgement, right Alan?" There was steel in Denny's tone.

Alan looked at Denny's stern expression, surprised at his boss' experience in these matters. This was very promising for future possibilities. It had been so long since he had a nice long session over a talented top's lap. Someone that he could trust to take him beyond his limits. Of course, it couldn't be here at the firm. They would have to find a 'safe place' to really play…that is, if Denny would agree.

"Right, Denny," Alan nodded. "Who am I to judge, anyway? Stones in glass houses and all."

"I'll take the gag, then," Brad said quietly. Denny walked over to the desk and picked it up and brought it over to the other two men. He gently placed it in Brad's open mouth and fastened the ties around the back of his head, taking care not to catch any of the blond hairs in the knot.

"There, how's that?" Denny asked.

The reply was unintelligible and muffled.

Alan took that as a sign to start. He hit first one side and then the other, varying the timing and the strength of the smacks so that Brad didn't know what was coming next. The yells and moans were stifled, but Alan knew that Brad was definitely feeling it. He stopped and admired his handiwork and gently caressed the bright pink cheeks.

"You are coloring up very nicely," Alan said. "You have a gorgeous ass, did you know that? I've been jealous of it ever since I saw you walking into the boardroom…or walking out, I should say. You make me feel quite inadequate. I think that's one of the reasons I relish taunting you so much. That and the fact that you're stunning when you're all worked up."

Brad's reply was garbled and Alan thought it was probably just as well. He grinned. He did love taunting the younger man. He would hate to add a mouth washing to Brad's punishment.

Alan continued spanking him, pausing to caress or play with the decorated nipples or squeeze the trapped cock with his thigh muscles. It was even better than the Thigh Master. *Eat your heart out, Suzanne Somers!* Brad's yells were turning into moans and he bucked up more as if to meet the hand that was tormenting him. The cock caught between his legs was stiff. Alan could tell the younger man was getting close and really didn't want him to come to climax quite yet. He stopped spanking and just held his hand against the hot buttocks, giving Brad a chance to calm down.

"I'm almost done," Alan advised Brad. "Just a bit more and you'll be finished with your punishment and we'll get to the fun portion …and fair warning. These will hurt."

Alan wasn't sure the moan from Brad was dread or anticipation, but it really didn't matter. So far, he had taken it easy on the blond man. He did deserve some punishment for the Hingham matter.

He tilted Brad forward a bit more to easily reach the sit spot and lifted his hand and brought it down hard on the right side. The body under him jerked as if not believing that it had been hit. Brad turned around; a look of hurt disbelief on his face. Alan kept his face stern and hit down again on the left side and Brad bucked up, his face turning away. Alan forced himself to hit him again and again until he heard a muffled sob and then another from the man on his lap. Immediately he stopped and untied the gag and brought the punished man up to his feet and Brad fell into his arms. The younger man tensed as though he would pull away, but Alan held on and Brad suddenly relaxed into his embrace, crying softly. Alan awkwardly patted him on the back. He was good at the physical part of sex play, but the emotional part always made him feel a bit uncomfortable. After a minute or so, Brad stepped back, his hand furtively going to wipe away his tears.

"Good job, Trooper," Denny said gruffly and handed him a tissue and stepped back.

"Yes, he took that very well," Alan agreed. "So well in fact, I think he deserves a reward."

Without any further clarification, Alan dropped to his knees in front of Brad and took the still erect cock into his mouth. The condom did taste a bit like candy canes and he lost no time sucking and licking it. Brad gasped and involuntarily grabbed Alan's shoulders to steady himself. Alan wrapped his arms around Brad's thighs and gently squeezed the still hot buttocks. Moaning loudly, Brad thrust into Alan's mouth, his hands going up to tangle in Alan's hair. Intensifying his efforts, Alan sucked the long hard cock, guiding the younger man's thrusts with his hands on the red ass. Soon they had a rhythm. Alan could tell Brad was close and sucked hard, squeezing the cheeks with just enough pressure. Brad jerked and grunted, his hands tightening almost painfully in Alan's hair before coming explosively into the condom. Brad started to collapse, but Alan caught him, assisted by Denny and they guided him down to the floor. Brad hissed as the carpet rubbed against his sore ass and rolled onto his side and tried to catch his breath.

"My God! That was intense," Brad said when he was finally able to speak.

"A little pain can spice up pleasure a lot," Alan said. "At least I've always found that to be true."

"Speaking of pain," Denny said, gesturing down to the tent in his Santa pants.

Alan looked at him and grinned. "Would you like me to take care of that, Santa?" He looked back at the prostrate Brad. "I think I've worn out our Elf. Perhaps, we could help each other while he watches…and learns?"

"What do you have in mind?" Denny asked, curiosity evident in his face.

"Well, we could lick each other's 'candy canes'…or maybe if you're game, you could fuck me," Alan offered boldly. "After you spank me for being such a bad boy this year." He raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "We could show Brad what a *real scene* looks like."

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Denny said. "Spanking and fucking you, I mean. But, you might be too heavy to go over old Santa's knee, so I want you spread eagled over my desk. You can leave your top on, but take off your pants. Santa wants nothing in the way of his target."

Alan quickly toed off his boots and unzipped the Santa pants, pushing them down to reveal his hard cock. He had been aroused since he started to spank Brad and he only hoped that he could hold out until Denny fucked him. He lay the Santa pants over the edge of the desk, wanting a soft area to place his cock. Grabbing a condom, he covered himself and then lay over the desk. Denny pushed him forward so that his feet couldn't touch the ground and his cock was flattened against the top of the desk. He felt a ribbon wrap around his left wrist before it was pulled to the side and restrained to the table leg. The process was repeated on the right side. He pulled at them and found they gave a little, but they were secure. Perfect.

"Wait!" Brad called from where he was removing his condom and disposing of it in the trash. Getting up, he gingerly walked over to the desk, removing the nipple clamps with a wince. "You might want these." He held them out to Denny.

"Why don't you put them on him?" Denny offered. "You'll have to lift up his suit."

Alan tilted to the side to allow Brad access to the hem of his suit. Brad lifted it up and looked at Alan's flat nipples.

"You'll need to play with them a bit to make them hard enough to use the clamp," Alan said.

Brad nodded and hesitantly pinched and rolled the brown teats, almost seeming surprised when they hardened and protruded out. Alan felt the delicious pinch when the first clamp was attached and rolled quickly to the other side so Brad could attach that one as well. The tinkle of the bells sounded as Alan rolled back. Brad carefully lowered the suit so it didn't catch on the bells, but Alan felt the brush of the material against his bound nipples and moaned. It felt so good.

"Do you want a safe word or a gag?" Denny inquired after Alan settled himself back onto his abdomen and Brad retreated a short distance away, his eyes glued on the two other men.

"It takes a pretty intense scene to make me scream and we don't want to scare Brad too much, so I doubt I'll need a gag," Alan said, dryly. "Mediation is my slow down word, and summation is my stop word. I only have one request."

"What's that, Soldier?" Denny asked.

"I want to come while you're inside me," Alan said. "I know my limits. If I come while you spank me, it'll be a while before I can come again. I prepared myself earlier, so all you'll need to do is put on a condom and lube up."

Denny nodded. He walked around and opened his drawer and brought out a sturdy polished wood ruler. Alan's eyes widened at the sight and his cock got even harder. *Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.*

"Alright, little boy," Denny said in a stern voice. "I want you to list everything that you did this year that was naughty."

"Everything?" Alan put a whine in his voice. "That will take hours! You don't want to be here until tomorrow, do you?"

Alan heard the whoosh of air before he felt the sting of the ruler hitting his poor defenseless backside. *Ouch! Santa wasn't playing around.*

"Everything," Denny insisted strictly.

So lying flat over a desk, his ass waving in the air, Alan started the list. He was really surprised that it was as long as it was. It seemed that he had become even more unethical since he had arrived at Crane, Poole & Schmidt. Finally, he was finished.

"My, you have been bad this year," Denny exclaimed. "Even though a man might have died or a woman would have lost her children or the firm might have lost several big clients if you had not have acted, that doesn't excuse you. You were naughty. Now is the time to pay the piper, so to speak."

So Denny started in spanking, not warming up, but smacked down the ruler like he meant it. Alan had to respect the older man. He definitely knew how to wield a ruler. His buttocks started to heat up and the sting was bringing involuntary tears to his eyes. The exquisite pain went straight to his groin, making him even harder. The discomfort from his trapped aroused cock added to his excitement. He grabbed the edge of the desk and held on as Denny hit over and over, covering every inch of Alan's ass cheeks several times. He bucked up into the smacks and pressed back down into the soft fur. The multiple sensations were getting intense…his nipples, his cock, his ass…

Alan felt the beginning tingle of his orgasm. If Denny didn't stop soon, it would be too late.

"Mediation!" he gasped out.

Denny stopped spanking him and asked, "What is it, Soldier?"

"I'm going to come soon," Alan warned. "And I really want you in me."

"All right," Denny said, lying the ruler down. "Hold on there a moment." Unzipping his pants, he brought out his partially erect cock. He stroked it a few times with one hand and grabbed a condom with the other. He rolled on the condom and grabbed the lubricant and squeezed some out onto his cock, spreading it around and then added more to his fingers.

"Spread them," Denny ordered and Alan voluntarily spread his legs wide, bringing his knees up on either side of his body, lifting his groin and exposing his anus. Alan felt the cool lubricant on his anus being rubbed around and a finger found its way into his body. He pressed back against it.

"Fuck me," he ordered and immediately felt a slap on his ass.

"Stop being in such a rush," Denny said gruffly. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready." He continued to spread the lubricant, adding another finger and then a third, stretching Alan almost to the point of pain.

"I'm ready already, dammit!" Alan demanded. He felt another slap and then the fingers disappeared. He wanted to whine his disappointment, but the larger blunt head of Denny's cock replaced them. *Yes, finally!*

He pushed back as Denny pressed forward and Alan relished the slow stretch that was almost a burn. *God, he had missed this!* When it felt like Denny was so deep inside him that the cock would come out his stomach, Alan felt the heavy balls strike against his own.

"God! Doesn't that hurt?" Brad asked in amazement. He had taken a step forward so he could see better. Alan looked over to see the rapt expression on the younger man's face.

"Oh yeah!" Alan agreed, hissing. "It hurts so good!" He lay his head down and said, "Hurt me some more, Santa."

Denny pulled out and then pressed back in at a slightly different angle. Alan jerked as he felt his prostate nudged.

"Oh yeah, right there!" he ordered. "Do it again." He pushed his butt up to get more sensation.

"How did I know that you would be a pushy bottom?" Denny asked ironically but agreeably repeated his action.

Then there was silence in the room except for the sound of Christmas music, the smacking of flesh against flesh and grunts and moans.

Finally, just as the Hallelujah chorus climaxed in a flurry of trumpets, Alan convulsed in his orgasm, the constriction of his anal muscles causing Denny to come inside him moments after. Alan heard a groan from Brad, and looked over in time to see the younger man pulling on his own penis, his face a paroxysm of pleasure as his semen erupted over his own hand.

Fortunately, Denny was a considerate lover and didn't collapse on top of him, but supported his own weight with his arms on the desk. After a few moments of both of them regaining their breaths, Denny slowly pulled out, retaining hold of the condom and stepped back.

"Would you untie him?" Denny asked Brad as he took care of his prophylactic, tying it off and disposing of it in the trash before grabbing his clothes. Brad wiped off his hands on a tissue and stepped forward to untie Alan's arms.

When Alan didn't get up right away, Brad asked, "Are you all right?"

"Just dandy, " Alan turned his head toward the younger man. "I don't think I can move though."

"What's wrong, did you strain a muscle?" Brad asked seriously.

"No," Alan shook his head. "I'm just all fucked out." He slowly lowered his legs and pushed himself up with his arms with Brad's help. "I swear my New Year's resolution is going to be to get back in shape. Maybe we can do some sit ups together."

Brad watched as Alan disposed of his own condom and then said, "I don't see much wrong with your shape."

"Even if I have a putty ass?" Alan asked blandly as he put his Santa pants back on.

"I'm going to kill Lori, I swear," Brad said, blushing again.

"You can borrow my ruler," Denny offered, with a twinkle in his eye as tucked in this shirt and buckled his belt.

"I was jealous," Brad told Alan as he started to unwind the tinsel harness with Alan's help. Forgoing the tights, Brad grabbed the shorts and pulled them on. "I couldn't understand why everyone wanted you rather than me. And you were driving me nuts with all your mocking."

"I have a tendency of driving my lovers nuts," Alan said. "Ask Elizabeth. Hope your health insurance is up to date."

"Do you ever take anything seriously?" Brad asked, mild exasperation in his tone.

"My pleasure, my friends in need," Alan said. "Other than that, I figure what's the point? Life's too short to take seriously."

"I don't think I'll ever full understand you," Brad said, shaking his head.

"Good," Alan said, smiling. "I like to keep people guessing."

"Do you know where my street clothes are?" he asked. "I couldn't find them earlier."

"I hid them," Alan said unabashedly, grabbing the gym bag from behind the desk and handing it to Brad. "I couldn't have you leaving before I was ready. Are you sure you don't want to be our elf for the rest of the night? We could get drinks. I could fuck you or you could fuck me. The night is still young."

"Count me out," Denny said, grabbing his jacket and stuffing his tie in a pocket. "I promised I'd meet Sarah for drinks. We're going dancing afterwards. It's amazing that even with her wooden leg, she can still follow my lead."

"Have a good time," Alan said as Denny picked up his briefcase and jacket. Alan threw the used tinsel and ribbon into the trash. He put the box of condoms, lubricant and gag into the black bag, leaving the nipple clamps with their bells still attached lying on the desk.

"Turn out the light when you go," Denny said as he paused at the door. "And get the trash. We don't want to give the cleaning lady a stroke. Disability insurance is a killer." He started to leave, but turned back. "And blow out the candles. We don't have fire hazards at Crane, Poole & Schmidt."

"Will do," Alan told Denny as the older man left. Alan turned back to Brad. "So, are we on?"

"What about Tara?" Brad asked as he rummaged through his bag, getting his clothes out.

"Tara?" Alan retorted, gesturing with his hand. "Do you want me to ask her to join us? Hey, I'm game if you are."

"No, I mean, won't she wonder where you are?" Brad clarified as he switched the green shorts for boxers and his suit pants.

"Tara and I have an understanding," Alan said, shrugging as he went around blowing out the candles. "She doesn't ask me questions and I don't lie. It works out rather well, if I do say so myself."

"I don't know," Brad said, tying his tie. "I have the Henderson brief I need to go over before trial tomorrow.

"Bring it with you," Alan offered. "While you're reviewing the brief, I can 'debrief' you." He snickered at his own joke. He grabbed the trash bag, tying it off.

"All right, I'll have to stop by my office," Brad agreed as he grabbed his coat, his duffel bag and started toward the door. "I'll meet you in the lobby. But no more spankings. That hurt."

"Wimp," Alan taunted, thrusting the trash bag at Brad while he gathered his own black bag and the box of decorations.

"Pervert," Brad quipped back as he slipped out the door.

Alan paused to look over the room and saw the lone nipple clamps lying on the desk. He picked them up and attached first one and then the other to his ear lobes. "Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, jingle all the way," he sang with satisfied grin as he turned out the lamp, locked the door and jingled his way down the hallway.

The End