THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY by C.V. Puerro

Come they told me A newborn King to see Our finest gifts we bring To lay before the King So to honor him When we come Baby Jesus I am a poor boy too I have no gift to bring That's fit to give a King Shall I play for you On my drum Mary nodded The ox and lamb kept time I played my drum for Him I played my best for Him Then He smiled at me Me and my drum

"Buck? What are you looking for?" Chris asked, shouting over the cacophony emanating from the living room.

They'd all pitched in to buy JD the drum kit he'd been wanting for ages; now they were all paying for it. The kid hadn't stopped playing it since he'd unwrapped it. No one knew if he was any good or not; they couldn't even tell if he was improving. The only thing they knew was that the kid was getting louder. "Buck!"

Buck finally reached into the cabinet and grabbed hold of something. He turned around and found Chris staring at him. He smiled, knowing there was a wicked gleam in his bright, blue eyes. This was going to be good.

Chris smiled back and then they both headed into the living room. He stopped beside the couch, giving hand-signals to his teammates. They were signals used in the field when silence was of the utmost importance, but they were just as effective in the opposite situations: when a voice couldn't be heard over the noise of battle.

Ezra, Josiah, Nathan, and Vin all got up from where they were seated about the room -- though none removed their hands from over their ears. Then, on Buck's signal, they all converged on JD and wrestled him from the drum kit. The only sounds in the room now were the struggles of JD trying to get free. Nevertheless, they had him pinned, helpless on the carpet, within seconds.

"Let me go!" JD demanded, but no one budged.

"I warned you, JD," Buck said. Then he gave a sign to Ezra and Vin, the most agile and least bulky of the team. The two men took their hands off JD -- leaving Josiah and Nathan still firmly restraining him -- and moved to either side. As JD continued to struggle, they worked their hands beneath him, quickly divesting him of his belt. Moments later, they were tugging his jeans down his legs. Nathan was holding onto his ankles, and was nearly kicked in the jaw when he let go of one, undoubtedly making the mistake of thinking Vin and Ezra were actually planning to remove JD's pants. In the field that would have been a fatal error, and Buck filed it away for future reference.

Once the kid was restrained again, Vin and Ezra yanked his boxers down to his knees. The kid was panting -- his face red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

Buck came to stand beside him, towering over him. "I warned you," he said again. Then he turned to Chris who handed him the kid's drumsticks. "I told you if you played those drums again, I'd shove these up your ass."

"You wouldn't dare!!" JD spat.

Buck just smiled, and then held up a small blue can of shortening. He popped the plastic lid -- which bounced off the kid's head -- and then dipped the blunt ends of the drumsticks into the thick, white goop. Buck held the coated sticks out so that JD could see them.

"Let go of me!" JD demanded.

"You gonna play those drums again while I'm in earshot?"

JD looked contrite, but only for a moment. Then a wicked grin flashed across his mouth as he narrowed his mischievous eyes. Buck instantly knew the kids answer: Hell yes! If it'll wind you up. The kid knew in his heart that Buck would never hurt him, that Buck wouldn't do such a thing as shove a pair of drumsticks up his ass.

JD really didn't know Buck as well as he thought he did.

Buck signaled to Ezra and Vin who lifted JD's hips, setting his knees under him so that his bare ass was raised high. Buck then handed the tub of shortening to Vin, who scooped out a glob of grease and liberally spread it between the kid's cheeks. JD squirmed again, becoming even more agitated; undoubtedly realizing for the first time how serious Buck had been with his warning.

"Buck?" he called out, his voice trembling a bit around the edges. "Buck, please...."

Buck noticed Chris smiling at him; the kid was begging for it ... or that's how his words could have been interpreted. Buck knew the kid was suddenly very nervous and very scared. He was probably wondering how far Buck was going to take this, how far he was going to push things. But, Buck knew how to punish people, how to get back at them when they made the mistake of winding him up when he wasn't in the mood to be wound up.

He kneeled down beside JD's hips. The kid twisted his head to the side, looking back at Buck with pleading eyes, but Buck just smiled.

He knew how to punish people.

Buck placed the pair of drumsticks against JD's ass, dragging the sticks down into the cleft of his cheeks. He moved them slowly over the pucker of skin, stroking the sticks back and forth, up and down the deep cleft. JD shuddered.

Oh, yes, Buck knew how to punish people, and he knew how to make it hurt.

When he heard a small moan in JD's throat, Buck pressed the tips of the sticks against his hole and pushed them inside. JD let out a loud gasp and everyone around him froze for a moment. Then JD closed his eyes and pushed his ass back, shoving the drumsticks deep.

Yeah, Buck knew how to make it hurt real good.

Buck began thrusting the sticks in and out of JD, twisting the wood, moving them up and down to change the angle. JD shivered and let out a deep throaty moan that had each of them shifting where they stood, undoubtedly readjusting certain things within their trousers, just as Buck was having to do. Buck had seen the kid naked plenty of times -- they were roommates as well as coworkers, and they usually went to the gym together; hell, he'd even seen the kid with a stiffy on more than a few occasions, but today ... well, Buck had never seen JD so hard in all his life.

Boldly, and without being told, Ezra reached forward, slipping his hand beneath the kid and deftly wrapping his fingers around JD's penis. Ezra began to pump JD in time with Buck's thrusting of the drumsticks. Buck's mouth went dry as he pressed on, knowing it was too late to stop this, knowing he would have to take this all the way. He pushed down slightly on the sticks as he thrust them forward. JD moaned loudly. Out of the corner of his eyes, Buck caught Chris stroking himself through his pants. Glancing the other way, Vin was doing the same. Nathan and Josiah had both hands on JD, still holding him firmly in place, though Buck suspected their restraint was no longer needed.

Buck increased the cadence of his thrusts, shoving the sticks as deeply into JD as he dared. JD was squirming and writhing on the floor, and then suddenly his hips thrust forward, again and again. Buck shoved the sticks deep one last time, then slowly pulled them free. Moments later, Ezra removed his hand from beneath JD and Buck saw that his fingers were dripping with cum. Ezra dug into his pocket and removed a handkerchief; he wiped his fingers clean and then handed to clothe to Buck.

Buck signaled to the boys to release JD and the kid slumped, boneless and panting, onto the floor. Buck slowly wiped the grease from the drumsticks. After a few minutes, he sat down on the carpet next to JD; he slipped the sticks into the kid's limp hand.

"So, you gonna be playin' those drums anymore?" Buck quietly asked the kid.

JD shook his head. "No," he finally managed to say, in a weak, thready voice. "Not 'til I catch my breath."

On The Second Day Of Christmas...