I'll be Cucked for Christmas: Part 6 (Patreon)

It's Christmas Eve and the night of the town Christmas party. And Mark's going to be there...

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The next day was Christmas Eve, the night of the big Christmas party at the town hall that my mother and Mark had both been involved in organising. So despite the fact that neither Leo or I talked any more about what had happened with Mark the day before, the prospect of seeing him again seemed to loom over us the whole day.

We spent most of the morning and some of the afternoon helping my mother make Christmas snacks for the party. Food and various bits and pieces needed to be taken down to the hall in the afternoon, and I toyed with the idea of volunteering to take them. I was torn, because on one hand I didn’t think I could face the humiliation of running into Mark, and the uncertainty of what might happen if I did. But on the other hand part of me wanted it to happen anyway.

Either way there wasn’t going to be any escaping it, because we’d see him sooner or later tonight no matter what.

In the end I let my dad take stuff down to the hall while Leo and I stayed home to prep

We headed down about an hour after the party was due to start, and by the time we got there it was in full swing. It really did look amazing. The outside was decorated with reindeer statues and an empty sleigh, and the facade of the town hall was festooned with so many Christmas lights it almost looked radioactive. Inside the hall was a tasteful yet festive amount of tinsel and fairy lights, tables decked with food and drink. At the front was a huge Christmas tree that would have been surrounded with presents if I hadn’t deliberately arrived too late for the family-oriented part of the party where Santa does the whole present-distribution bit. I was relieved, and maybe a little disappointed, to see no sign of Mark.

My mum was right in the thick of things, but when she saw us come in she immediately grabbed us and started to introduce us to various family friends I vaguely remembered from childhood. Leo immediately got deep into a conversation with Mrs Diamond from down the road about their shared interest in gardening, so I quietly excused myself and went to refill my drink.

As I stood there with my drink, surveying the room, that’s when I caught sight of Mark. To my surprise, he was dressed as an elf — although an incredibly sexy one. He had tall work boots, green trousers that were just tight enough to accentuate his sizeable bulge, and a candy cane striped long-sleeve tee that hugged his pecs and thick arms. Topped off with a pair of suspenders and a pointy hat that, on me, would have looked stupid, but on him looked infuriatingly adorable.

He saw me the same time I did, and he started walking over towards me. Immediately my heart started to pound and my throat dried up, the same way it used to when I’d see him coming to pick on me all those years ago. I took a gulp of my drink to try get rid of my dry mouth, and I wondered whether I should just turn and get out of there right now.

“Hey,” he said as he came near. Too late to leave. He came right up close, close enough to be intimidating.

“Nice costume,” I said, not sure if I was supposed to sound sarcastic or genuine.

“Thanks bro. A little on the small side, but all good. I was helping Santa this year.”

It infuriated me that this guy, who’d been such a jerk to me for so long, was suddenly such a pillar of the community. I said nothing. Just took another sip of my drink.

“Had a really good time with Leo yesterday,” he said, breaking the silence between us. I couldn’t believe that he was actually going to stand there and bring it up. In public, even. At least he was keeping his voice low enough that people nearby hopefully weren’t going to hear.

“I saw,” I replied, sounding as surly about it as I felt.

“How’d you manage to pin down such a little slut?” he asked. “Like seriously, that guy seems insatiable.”

I wondered what Leo had done to make him think that. I felt my cock grow a little at the thought of it. I tried to push it out of my mind though; I was trying to be hostile and I needed to focus on not letting my thoughts wander.

“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why did you bully me for being gay if you were into guys yourself? Was it because you were struggling with your sexuality?”

“I never bullied you for being gay,” he replied.

“Of course you did. All those things you used to call me. You used to call me…” I couldn’t bring myself to actually say it out loud. “You’d call me the ‘f’ word.”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” he said, shaking his head. “That wasn’t because you’re into guys. It’s because I could see what you were.”

“What was I then?”

“Look. There are people like me: men, who fuck around with other men. And then there are people like you: weak little beta cucks who exist to get pushed around by their betters — and who, deep down, wouldn’t have it any other way. It was so obvious with you. You were such a wimp, and I used to see the way you looked at guys like me: envy and awe and fear, all rolled into one. Maybe I didn’t have the right language to express that at the time; I mean it was a long time ago, and I was just learning this stuff myself. But I could see what we each were and what the natural order of things was supposed to be.”

“Natural order!” I said, incredulous, shaking my head. “That’s bullshit.”

He shrugged. “If it’s bullshit why did you get off so hard thinking about what I did to your boyfriend?”

“How did you know that?”

“I didn’t. But I assumed, and you just confirmed it.”

“Just because I have a kink it doesn’t make me inferior to you.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But either way when I laugh in your face while I’m fucking your boyfriend tonight, you’re going to feel like things are exactly as they should be.”

“What makes you think you’re going to be fucking him?”

“Well I know he wants it. And I’m pretty sure you want it too.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Are you going to deny it?”

Of course I wasn’t. I couldn’t.

“That settles it I guess.” He raised a glass. “Here’s to more good times with your boyfriend then, cuck.”

I wasn’t intending to respond to that. I was just going to walk away. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting me to either, it was just another insult intended to mess with me. But there was something way he held the glass out, an unspoken instruction, that made my compliance unavoidable. I lifted my glass and clinked it against his. As I did I felt like I’d just accepted a deal that I couldn’t back out of.

I couldn’t keep looking at his smug, superior face anymore though. I turned and walked away. To the farthest point away from any other partygoers, a corner next to a table of capsicum and celery slices with dip that everyone was ignoring in favour of sugar-cookies and mince pies. And for a while I just sat with all my emotions — the anger, the shame, and the excitement — till I started to calm down.

Leo came and found me eventually, a couple of drinks down and now wearing a santa hat he’d picked up from somewhere along the way. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and handed me a Christmas tree-shaped sugar cookie.

I didn’t tell him about the interaction I’d had with Mark. The two of us stuck together for a little bit, and eventually got into a conversation with an old school-friend of mine Jenny, who I’d lost touch with after I left Woodville, and her husband. I was interested in hearing about what she was doing with herself these days, but I found it hard to focus on the conversation because I’d keep noticing Leo’s wander to somewhere else on the other side of the room. It wasn’t long till I figured out what it was, and it was exactly what I expected: it was Mark, standing there with a beer talking to some woman who, judging by her body language, was engaged in some heavy flirting.

When Jenny eventually left us alone to go get another drink, I said to him, “You can’t help it, can you?”

“What?”

“Checking him out.”

“I’m not,” he lied. Then, seeing the sceptical look on my face, he gave up the pretence. “Okay, I was. Sorry.”

“You can talk to him if you want,” I said.

“You sure? You’re not feeling too awkward about it all?”

“I’m feeling totally awkward. But I don’t want to stop you.”

“So I have you permission to, um… talk… to him?”

I could tell what he was fishing for. And honestly, at this point I didn’t know what I wanted. So I just nodded and said, “You do what you need to.”

Leo gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, babe. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I knew better than to expect that.

In the time we’d been talking Mike had extracted himself from the woman that had been throwing herself at him, put his coat on, and stepped outside. Leo walked to the coat rack, grabbed his own coat, and stepped out the same door.

For a few seconds I wondered what I should do to take my mind off the situation. But that was all the time it took for me to realise that there was no way I was going to distract myself. The thought of seeing them together consumed every inch of brain space and I knew I couldn’t resist.

I grabbed my own coat off the chair I’d thrown it on, and I went out onto the verandah using a different door from the one Leo had just used.

I walked silently around the outside of the building, shivering in the cold despite my thick coat. I stopped at the corner and peered around. I could see Leo and Mike standing a few metres away, their breath steaming.

“So, you didn’t tell me you used to bully Harry,” I heard Leo say.

“I wasn’t thinking that much about Harry when we hooked up.”

“I feel like it’s salient information.”

“If I’d told you, you would have said no and then I wouldn’t have got to mess with his head all over again. Besides, you know he’s into it.”

“Into getting bullied? That’s ridiculous.”

“Let me guess: when he found out about us he acted upset for five minutes, but then he blew a big load thinking about how I fucked his man.”

“How did you—”

“He already told me he got off on it, and I figured it wouldn’t have taken him long to go from crybaby to desperate cuck.”

Leo actually laughed at that — only for a second before he caught himself, but that was long enough to communicate how he actually felt about my reaction to the whole situation.

“You can’t stay mad at me, right?” Mark asked. “Not when I’m looking this cute.” He gestured to his elf costume.

Leo seemed to lower his guard a bit. “You do make a fucking sexy elf,” he conceded.

“You want to ride my north pole again?” he asked, laughing.

“God, you know I do.”

“That’s good, because Santa’s not the only one with a sack full of Christmas goodies for you.”

Leo groaned at the joke. “Stop, please.”

“Okay, fine. Hey,” Mark pointed to the garland hanging from the frame above them. “Did you know we’re standing under the mistletoe?”

“Are you serious?” Leo said in a hushed voice. “People will see!”

“You don’t want me to, then?” He started to lean in, slowly, his mouth edging closer to Leo’s. When Leo failed to protest, he said, “I thought so.” He planted a kiss softly on Leo’s lips, and pulled him up against his body.

Fuck. I was so turned on that I could barely think about anything else. But I had enough rational brain function remaining to realise there was a good chance people were going to see this. I looked at the window; fortunately it was frosted up enough that you couldn’t see much through it, but there were a couple of small unobstructed patches and I could see a face or two looking in their direction. I just hoped like hell it was no one who knew that Leo was with me and my family.

Mark took Leo by the hand. “Come with me.”