Novel & Cerita Men's Nightmare Before Christmas

We heard distant mutterings and whispers, followed by a girl's laugh. After he left, Mason and I stood there for a while before he knocked. There was no response at first, and Mason knocked again. The mummering stopped. “We didn't call for room service.” A man's voice responded from inside. Mason knocked again, harder this time. We heard footsteps, which got clearer with each second. Soon, the door opened, and a blonde man peeped out of the door, standing between the door with most of his body inside the room.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

The red door seals behind me for the sixth night, my legs already shaking from the memory of last night’s swing. Tonight the room is stripped bare except for a low, padded crucifix-shaped bench in the center, five men only, no women, five masked gods, cocks oiled and rock-hard, waiting like predators. I don’t even make it two steps before they descend.

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up signalling a Perfect start.

WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES THAT SOME READERS MIGHT NOT REALLY APPRECIATE (R18 PARTS). PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION AS YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS CHAPTER. TONY'S POV The alarm rings by 5 am on the dot but I am already awake. I have been awake for the past two hours because I was awakened by a nightmare. The same nightmare that always starts the same way; Everybody would be in the living room of my mansion and we would all be having fun and playing board games and generally having fun. Then all of a sudden, some faceless guys barge into the house and then they kill everybody except me. I start to cry knowing that it was all my fault and then I wake up sweating and gasping for air.

I just sat there, enjoying my shoulders being massaged over the material of my nightdress, expressionless with my resting bitch face angled at him. “Yeah, pretty much,” I answered, then took another sip of my brew. “Now, next year, you're not to put presents under the tree a week early because who's supposed to bring them on Christmas Eve?” I asked, quizzing them on what they'd learned. “Santa,” they all mumbled an unenthusiastic response. “Good,” I replied with satisfaction. “Now, since today is Christmas Eve, can we forget about the no-touching rule, just for tonight?”

This had happened before. Panic surged through me. I raised my hand and slapped myself, the sharp sting confirming I was awake. “What’s today’s date?” I demanded. Charlotte blinked, taken aback. “December 25th, dear. Christmas Day.” I blinked, my pulse racing. My eyes drifted toward the large Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Behind the twinkling lights and ornaments, someone stood. Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently.

Kay Santino I watch as the dancing ladies twist and slide their bodies on the poles in none existent clothes, while the horny fuckers watch with shameless lustful eyes. How married men leave their wives and kids at their homes, to come watch as young ladies expose their bodies for their twisted pleasure. I can never understand men. Last night I didn't even blink. Every time I closed my eyes, I would snap them open sweating and breathing hard. Nightmares. They never go away and am so sick of them.

I asked as I curled up in James’s lap “Not putting up Christmas decorations till after the 1st of December” “Ok guys we have prom before Christmas”