2020 Christmas Tales #10 - Ghosts of Christmas (Past)

For the last three, we have an updated take on the three ghosts of Christmas, using their powers to help turn wayward men onto better paths...or at least sexier ones.

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It was all coming apart.

Nate was in his office on Christmas Eve, staring at his computer, looking at the numbers again. He’d been sure it would work. It wasn’t a Ponzi Scheme, not really, he’d told himself. The investments had been low risk, they’d pay for themselves. But people were asking questions, and his boss had asked him to reconcile the numbers by the new year...and there just wasn’t anyway for him to make it work, not without a large infusion of other people’s money. He was going to go to jail. What the fuck was he going to do?

“Sometimes, all you wish is that you could go back and do it all over again, eh?”

Nate gave a start, looked up, and there, sitting in the chair across from his desk, was an older fellow with a substantial beard, in a rather cozy red and green coat, with a faint aura about him. He blinked a couple of times, wondering what on Earth he was looking at, and the man let off a deep belly laugh.

“I’m the ghost of Christmas Past, young man--no need to fear.”

“You mean, from that Dickens story?” Nate asked.

The ghost shrugged, “Perhaps.”

Nate just gawked at him for a moment, and then shook his head. He hadn’t had anything to drink, had he? No--he...he was hallucinating, or this was...real. “Why...why are you here?”

“Because you want another chance, don’t you? After all, if things go on like this, well, I might not be the ghost of Christmas future, but even I can see where this is heading.”

“But I thought you could just show people the past--not change it.”

The ghost shrugged, “It depends on the situation. All up to my discretion, you could say. In this case, I think the situation justifies this sort of...intervention. Now, why don’t we go back to where this all started, and see what we can do about it.”

Nate nodded, and a thick fog began to rise up around them at the desk, soon obscuring everything. When it began to clear up after a few moments, Nate found himself in a similar space--but not the same office. It was his first office, right after college. “Wait, you said we were going to fix this--but this is ten years ago!”

“Oh, I am going to fix it, don’t you worry young man,” the ghost said, “But the problem, I’m afraid, isn’t this one particular situation. After all, your entire career was built on the backs of others, using their money for your own gain, and giving nothing back. Why don’t we take that work ethic, and find a better use for it?”

The fog appeared again, but this time, it took the younger version of Nate with them. When it cleared, the room was only lit by dim red light, with pulsing music, and when Nate could see himself again, he saw that his suit had disappeared, and was replaced by...well, nothing. He was naked, completely naked. Another man came into the light, and Nate watched as his younger self got down on the grungy bathhouse floor and started sucking the stranger’s cock.

“No! I’m not gay, what the fuck are you doing?”

“You might not be gay, Nate,” the ghost said, “But you are an addict. That’s why you took all that money, why you gambled it. You were hunting that high, that same high you first felt in that office, when you saw just how much money you could make with those fancy financial instruments, never caring about the harm you did. Well, this is just a different high, Nate. One you’re going to be chasing from now, until...well,”

The fog appeared again, but this time, Nate found himself alone, the ghost fading away into the mist. When it cleared, he was in a dark room again, but a different one. He was naked, just as his past self was, and while the fog had cleared around him, he could feel it...in his mind. He struggled to hold onto his memories from before, but new ones were replacing them, how he’d become addicted to cock not long after college, how he’d spend night after night sucking cock and getting fucked in the city’s bathhouses, until he’d finally gotten fired after a year in the position. Now...now this is all he did. It’s all he wanted to do, right?

A new face pushed out of the dark, and Nate felt the need rise in him. He turned around and bent over, the stranger stroking his cock hard, and sliding it deep into Nate’s hole, and pleasure overwhelmed him, the same pleasure he felt every time someone used him, abused him, filled him with their seed. Distantly, he felt worry plaguing him. What would he do for work? How would he make money? He couldn’t just...just do this, could he?

But the ecstasy filled him up, overwhelmed him, fed him in ways he could barely explain. When that cock was spent and pulled free of him, all he desired was another one, another moment of that joy and pleasure. He stalked the rooms, found a cock not being used, and serviced it as well, and then another, and another. Chasing that hunger and delight from that moment onward, consumed, just as he had been for years now.