Checking off the Naughty List

Christmas may be over, but Santa seems to still have some work to finish. After plenty of ticklish convincing, Jason reluctantly agreed to lead Santa to his naughty friends. Santa knew he'd have to spend quite some time punishing this naughty guys, so he recruited the help of his old friend, Krampus. The feisty holiday demon would never pass up an opportunity to punish some naughty guys. 

That night, Owen woke to some rustling in the living room. He assumed he'd walk out there and find Hunter rummaging through the fridge. But as he stepped into the living room, he was caught off guard by the lamp suddenly turning on. There was the mall Santa from before. 

"What the hell is this? How the fuck did you get in here?!?" Owen shouted. 

"HOHOHO, Owen my boy, Santa's been looking for you for a very long time. It gets so hard to track you naughty boy when you out grow Santa, but your friend Jason was nice enough to give me directions." chucked Santa. He gestured next to him, where Jason sat tied up in Santa's bag.

Owen didn't know what to make of this situation, this was to crazy to even be a dream. He went to shout for Hunter to wake up, but was cut off my a sudden yell from down the hall. He turned to see Hunter being dragged from his room by a menacing red creature. 

"Found the other. I call dibs on this one GRRRhh." snarled Krampus as he eyed Hunter like a piece of meat. 

The guys soon found themselves tied and bent over the ottomans. Santa had Owen's feet pulls back, resting firmly against his beard. His giant stubby fingers scribbling all over Owen's helpless feet. Santa was also resting his sweaty feet next to Owen face. His feet had been stuck in his fur lined boots all night, so it was nice to let them air out. 

Krampus was putting for Hunter through it on the other ottoman. Krampus was enjoying the sweet taste of Hunter's soles. The warm, moist tongue was sending the helpless jock through the roof. Krampus has Hunter's other foot tied with his long tail, so his long fingernail to scrap and tickle ever inch of it. 

Santa didn't forget about Jason though. Since he was so helpful leading the way, Santa thought he'd give the guy a little treat. Santa knew what a foot perv Jason was, so decided to give him a sniff of some foot musk he'd never forget. Santa took one of the boots he had been wearing all night, and with a bit of his magic, he enlarged it to a giant size. He placed the giant size boot right over Jason's head. Jason was hit with the most intense foot musk he had ever smelled, way stronger then even his Dad's scent. The smell made his head spin, and the fur lining teased his face as he swayed around. Of course Santa still had to punish him a bit too. He set one of his automatic Nut Cracker dusters out by Jason's helpless feet. With each giggle the tickling caused, Jason would be force to take another deep inhale from inside the boot. 

For the rest of the night, Santa and Krampus made sure these naughty guys learned their lesson. Hopefully Santa takes mercy on them at some point. If he has too much fun, he might end up taking them back to his workshop and adding them to his group of Tickle Elves.