Sodomy with Santa

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For the record, this story describes a stunt with a candy cane which is absolutely not to be tried in real life, under any circumstances. It could be seriously dangerous, the peppermint will burn, and the sugar can promote infection. DaddyJosh (Horny Boy Productions) wants you to be healthy and around to enjoy his filthy stories for a long time. So seriously, don't.

Sodomy with Santa

I'm 19, 5'1 and 105 lbs soaking wet. I have ash blond hair, gray/blue eyes, and I'm smooth all over, except for the usual bits. I was always the smallest guy I knew. Got picked on some, until I figured out how to get older, bigger boys to protect me—by rewarding them with my mouth and asshole.

And I liked it. I got real slutty real fast once I learned what my holes could get me.

Christmastime was always my favorite time of year, for all the usual reasons--presents, cookies, pretty sparkly lights. But mostly for Santa. Just about for as long as I could get hard ons, Santas turned me on something fierce: big fat jolly Santas, mean looking leather Santas, sketchy stripmall Santas who look like hobos... Anything--a red suit, furry trim, shiny leather belts. The thought of sitting on Santa's lap and feeling his hard-on poking my ass could practically make my cream in my tightywhities.

I work part time at the mall near where I live, and like any good mall, right after Thanksgiving, the Santa's village went up. Green carpet, fake snow everywhere, mechanical reindeer, trees, the works. And in the middle, a huge fake wood and brass throne for the man himself. Santa. I would have given anything to be a helper elf, but I already had a job and I'm guessing parents didn't want a pervy elf with a big hard on taking pictures of their kids with Santa.

My mall had a few Santas on different shifts. One was real old, a couple in their 60's probably, and a one a little younger, 40 or so. They were all super hot in different ways. They all wore the perfect costumes, big floppy Santa hats, shiny boots, and those big curly white beards.

One night I was working at the end of the day and was doing a lot out front of the shop—sweeping up crap and fixing table displays and so on. I'd been making eyes at Santa all evening. It was one of the middle aged ones. He had sweet dark eyes that crinkled up sexily when he smiled, which was most of the time. From watching the way he moved, I could tell he was muscular. He had broad shoulders and I could tell from how he moved that his jolly belly was padding. He was great with the fussy babies and the sugared up kids, his twinkly crinkly eyes always beaming.

We'd made eye contact a few times that evening, and I was hard all night and it was a struggle not to grope myself through my little apron uniform. Being out front most of the night I had a lot of opportunity to ogle Santa, and after a while didn't even bother to try to smooth down my little apron. Probably couldn't see I was hard under it, but I was definitely bulging out front more than was comfortable. And a few times I'd catch Santa's eye through the rush of shoppers, and my dick would lurch.

Santa's Village was usually scheduled to close up about half an hour before the mall closed at 9, but this night there were a few straggling moms with babies who wanted their Christmas pictures taken, and Santa and his lucky elves didn't get to wrap up until about 10 minutes before closing, as I was starting to pull in the table displays and do my last sweep up of the store. Right at 9 o'clock, we were done for the night, and my boss sent me out front to close up the security gate. She would leave through the back, and I could leave through the main mall. When I turned around, Santa had disappeared. I was disappointed, but I mean I wasn't expecting anything to happen. I just thought it might be fun to get up close and personal and do some flirting, before heading home to whack off.

Well, I'd been hard most of the night, and I decided not to wait until I got home. I went down the little service hall to the employee's bathrooms. There's a small locker room, several stalls and a small shower. I thought I'd just hole up in a stall, rub one out, and go home. But when I got in there, there was my Santa. He was a little younger than I thought, maybe 40 or so. He'd just popped of his Santa hat and beard. His hair was cropped pretty close, black and just starting to go a little salt and pepper. Dark eyes as I said before. His skin was dark and a bit leathery, like a man who'd worked outside a lot, but he rocked those beautiful eye crinkles and had the most amazing dimples. Deep enough to fuck. He had a square jaw, full lips, and the most exquisite 5-o'clock stubble. His big, open jacket hung off his bare, broad shoulders exposing his big chest with trimmed salt and pepper fur poking out of his wifebeater undershirt. Not the slim, flat belly of a young man, but the straight, solid trunk of a DILFy hunk.

I stopped dead, my prick so hard I thought it might bust right through my fly. I mumbled something. He smiled and asked "Off for the night?"

I stammered "Y--.yeah". He took a couple steps toward me, holding his jacket open. "Would you mind helping me out of this? Old man shoulders getting a little stiff."

All I could think was that his shoulders weren't the only thing that was stiff in that room. I must have looked as dumb as I felt, because he kind of cuffed me on the shoulder. "Come on, son. You want to be a good boy for Santa, right?" God, those twinkly eyes and those deep, whiskery dimples; that deep, quiet, rumbly voice... No, Santa. I want to be very, very bad!

He sat down on the little bench and patted his lap. "Come here , son. You want to sit on Santa's lap, don't you?" I could barely move without binding my dick up in my pants, but I took a couple steps to him and turned around. I felt his big hands slide around my hips and guide me back into his lap. He was hard. And big. I couldn't help but wiggle my little bum into it. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a big Santa hug. I melted back into his arms. "Yeah," he murmured into my ear. "I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me. How old are you, son?" he whispered into my ear.

"N-nineteen."

"Nineteen, what?"

"Nineteen, Santa."

He chuckled. "Kind of small for 19, aren't you?"

"Yes, Santa. I've always been small."

"Probably not enough meat in your diet," he murmured, brushing his lips over my ear and breathing his hot Santa breath down my neck. "I bet a growing boy is always hungry for some meat."

I squirmed in his lap and pushed his hand down toward my crotch. "Mmmm, yeah," he rumbled, "you need some juicy meat, with lots of sweet gravy, don't you?" My dick was so hard in my tight pants it hurt. His hand slipped under my uniform apron and squeezed.

"Oh, Santa..."

"What's your name, little boy?"

"Collin, Santa."

"And have you been a good boy this year, Collin? Or a naughty boy?"

Even through my lust-fogged mind, I knew the right answer. "Very naughty, Santa." I thought I felt his cock lurch under me.

Somehow he opened up the front of my jeans and freed my hard pecker. God I love older men. They just know how to do things. Gripping it in his huge hand, he played the tip under the cloth of my apron.

"Mmmm, I bet you've been very, very naughty," he purred in my ear. "Tell Santa some of the naughty things you've done."

Since I started college and working part time I hadn't had much time to be that naughty. But if he wanted a slutty young boy, I was going to be that boy for him. "Oh, Santa, I'm such a naughty boy. Sometimes I let the other boys touch me and put their peepees in me."

"In you where?"

"Well..." I said, being a little coy. "In my mouth." I turned my head so I could say quietly into his ear, "and sometimes in my bum." And then I whispered, "And I like it."

He started to stroke my dick and juggle my tight ball sack in his other hand. "Mmmm, Collin, that is naughty. Santa might have to spank you before giving you his present."

I wiggled against him again. "Yes, Santa, punish me so I'll be good and get lots of presents."

"You have time to come home with me?" he asked seriously.

"Will you leave the suit on?"

We laughed. We walked out of the darkened mall and across the parking lot to his pick up truck, with my fly still open and my dick exposed to the cool night air under my little apron, Santa still in his fuzzy red pants and loose jacket, carrying his belly padding hat and beard in front of him. Once in the cab I pulled my dick all the way out. Driving back to his place, he stroked it gently with his free hand, while I cozied up next to him and rubbed his thick throbber through his loose velvety pants.

We did that while we talked on the ride. Exchanged names, worked out what we liked (a little rough, a little kinky), a safeword, that he wasn't really a scary pedo "Do you know how many background checks you have to go through to be a mall Santa?" But didn't mind playing Daddy, or humpy Santa, for a perverted little elf like me. If there'd been room, and had been able to get cock out of his pants, I would have sucked him right there in the truck while he drove.

I was right, he'd worked construction, and had been in the Army Corps of Engineers, but had retired from that and started working, lately mostly office work because of his shoulder, for a buddy who was a private contractor. Not much work for a small contractor in the winter, so he took on the Santa gig.

We pulled into the garage at his small house and as soon as he shut the engine off I shoved my face past the steering wheel and rubbed my face against his hard cock hidden under the soft fabric. Opening his jacket all the way, I was able to unclip the suspenders that held his pants up and pulled the waistband down under his balls, lifting is gorgeous meat and thrusting it forward into my hot wet mouth.

Big, like I said. At least 9". And thick like my wrist. Actually it was bigger than my forearm. Or it seemed like it.

He threw his head back and sighed while I wedged my head between him and the steering wheel to fuck my face over his rigid meat. "Ah, naughty boy, couldn't wait to get to Santa's pole?"

"Mmmggrrfff," I mumbled into his thick fuckstick. I rammed my face down over his meat and choked around it. I didn't pull up, but let my spasming throat massage his big bulbus cockhead.

"You really do need to be punished for being a greedy slut, don't you?"

Wiping the slobber off my chin, I smiled, "Oh, yeah, Santa."

We scrambled into the house, our dicks still hanging out. He plopped down on the couch and pulled me over to him. I straddled his lap and we made out, my stiff boydick leaving a messy trail of precum over his tight wifebeatered belly. He slapped my ass a few times before digging his hand down the back of my pants to finger my hole.

"Ooohh, naughty boy, that boipussy is ready to go, isn't it." I told you, I was a slut. I could open my hole for just about anything with very little prep. "But before I feed that hungry hole, you need your punishment."

He pushed me down across his lap pulled my pants all the way down over my thighs and started spanking. First one cheek, then the other, over and over. I squealed, I squirmed. Every few strokes he would grope my round buttocks, getting rougher and rougher each time. His spankings were really starting to sting when he tore open the back of my underwear. He swatted my buns again and groped them with his big hand, and dug his fingers into my crack.

Spank, spank, prod, prod, poke, poke. I lost count of the spankings, but it didn't take long for him to work up to 3 fingers inside me between strokes. He tried to slip a fourth finger in but even I needed some lube at that point. He spat on his fingers and spread it around my aching fuckhole and slipped the tips of all four fingers into me.

"Oh, fuck yes, Santa, open up my pussy."

"Your pussy doesn't need much opening, naughty boy. I bet a lot of men have been up there."

I murmured "Mmmhmmm. But no one as hot as Santa"'

"You really are into all this Santa shit, aren't you? Okay, baby, you make Santa real hot. Real horny. Feel that north pole?" He jabbed his hips at me, his rigid cock poking me in the side.

"Mmm, yeah... Let me suck on that big pole for you." I clambered off of him, kneeling beside him with my face in his crotch. I slowly licked up and down his big fuckmeat leaving it to wave proudly in the cool air. I looked up into his dark eyes as I lashed my wet pink tongue around his cockhead, long licks around the end like an ice cream cone I licked down his shaft and nuzzled my face into his loose ballsack.. I sucked one of those perfect eggs into my slutty mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. My hands sneaked up under his wifebeater and up to his big hairy pecs. I moved to mouthe his other ball and tweaked his hard nipples. I felt a moan rumble through his whole body

I was young, but I was a dedicated whore. I know how to make a man feel good. I tried to suck both his nuts into my hot wet mouth, but I couldn't quite get them both past my lips at the same time. I was disappointed. Maybe I wasn't as great a slut as I thought. Santa'd have to train me some more.

He lifted me up and planted me on my knees beside him on the couch, giving me a good angle to take his thick meat all the way into my throat. His hand reached around and palmed my buttcheek, pulling my crack open, and he started to snake his fingers into me again. "Fucking horny boy, eat Santa's cock, you little slut."

I rocked my body back and forth, letting his hardness stir around in my mouth and throat, while he worked more spit into my stretching boicunt. At some point, he reached over and grabbed something off the side table. He put it in front of my eyes just as I was pulling his big cock into my hot wet throat. It was a red-striped candle, like a candy cane. Maybe an inch an a half across. I nodded and went back to suckling his fuckmeat.

He reached over and started playing the candle against my hole. "Mmm, suck that cock, baby," he muttered. "Make that big cock all wet so it will slip up your slutty pussy real easy." I felt the candle slip into my ass hole, and heard him murmur, "Yeah, that's it. Open that hole for Santa, boy." I wiggled my bum while I milked his dick with my mouth, and he worked the candle into me. Once he got it in about 4 inches or so, he released it and told me to hold it tight. Then he started tapping it, the end, the side, up, down, so the tip prodded my rectum in all directions. It was perfectly placed so I would feel it tapping at my guts and stimulating my prostate. I felt the pre start to pump up my stiff prick. I kept fucking my face over his big cock.

SMACK. He spanked me again, hard, with his open palm. "Wag your tail, lil bitch." I jostled my hips side to side and felt the candle waver in my ring. "That's it." I felt him press more of the candle into me. "Suck down that candy cane, baby."

He fucked the candle in and out of my hole, just about half and inch at a time, just so I could feel the muscle and skin pulling and stretching as I clutched my wax `tail'. In, out, slowly and gently at first, then faster until he was practically vibrating it in and out of me.

He pressed his other hand down against the back of my head, forcing his cock all the way down my throat to the root. I lifted his heavy balls up and stuck my tongue out to play with them while he was lodged in my face. I was even able to swallow against him using every muscle back there to milk his beautiful cock.

He finally gasped and pulled me off him by my hair. He gave me a good solid slap across my face. "Fucking hot blow job, slut," he rasped. He spat in my face. "Maybe Santa needs to make you his personal elf." It was cheesy, but totally hit all the right Santa fetish notes for me. I giggled and he slapped me again. He pulled the candle out of my ass and pressed it to my lips. "Suck it, fuckelf. Suck that candy cane." I fellated the slimy wax candle, sucking my cheeks in so he could see how I work a cock with my whole mouth. He lifted me up and basically sat me down on his hard, slippery cock in one move. A stifled a scream of pleasure and the candle fell out of my mouth.

He humped up into me a few times while somehow pulling apron off, and my pants off my legs. I'm telling you, older guys have skills, man. Then he pulled my shirt off, and heaved us both up, him standing with me still riding his big cock. He pulled my hips into him with his hands and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us like that into the bedroom.

He threw me down on the bed. "Yeah, baby, show me your naughty pussy." I pulled my legs into the air and started to finger my hole.

"Like this, Santa?" I whined.

"Bigger. Stretch that gaping cunt open for me."

I dug my fingers into my hole and pulled myself open as far as I could. He bent down and blew a cool stream of air over my wet, swollen ring and into my hole. "Keep those fingers working. Stretch out that pretty cunt for me." He got down on the bed next to me and sucked one of my ears into his hot mouth. "Mmm, baby," he rumbled. "That's Santa's hot little slutboy. Get that hungry pussy ready for me. But I want you to itch down there. I want to burn so you can feel every stroke." I wasn't sure what he meant but he excused himself while I continued to work my hole. When he came back he had ditched the suit but was wearing the heavy black boots and wide black belt around his hot naked belly. And he had slipped his Santa beard on. He raised one hand to show me another candy cane, not as big as the other one, about an inch wide, I guess.

He tore off the cellophone and I realized this was a real candy cane. Hard sugar, peppermint flavored. He put the end in my mouth and let me suck on it. "Suck that candy cane. Make it all good and wet." He pushed the candy cane into my mouth until I was deep throating about 6 inches of it, and slowly pulled it out again. He fucked my face with it until the dye was starting to run and it was shiny with thick syrupy drool. "This is going to sting baby." He took the cane and slipped it past my fingers into my gaping hole. As he leaned down to kiss me some more, he pressed the candy cane into my pussy. I pulled my fingers out and let my hole close down around it. At first it felt cool and sticky, but as he fucked me with it, the peppermint flavor started to get hot, and eventually started to burn. My ass lips were on fire and I could feel the tingly heat spread through my belly, right through my gut.

I moaned, loudly, into his mouth. "It burns," I said.

"You can take it. You can take it for Santa, can't you, baby?"

I nodded. "Good, because it's going to stay burning for a while. This is part of your punishment for being such a dirty, dirty little whore." He pulled it out and stuck it in my mouth again. I sucked greedily at it, spreading as much spit over it as I could. "Yeah, you love it all, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Santa, it makes my boipussy all hot and juicy for you to fuck."

He stuffed the slick candy back into my hole and fucked me with it, like he had with the candle, short, slow strokes getting faster and faster until he was jabbing me rapidly, building up friction, and spreading more sticky, burning syrup through me.

"That's it, baby, take that fuckstick. Earn Santa's fuckmeat with your slutty boicunt," he growled.

Eventually he pulled it out of me and put it back in my mouth. Pushing my thighs up to my chest, he told me to hold my legs up and open for him. He played the wiry Santa beard between my thighs, letting it brush over my leaking cock and aching balls. Then he bent down and pressed his fur covered face into my crack and I felt his tongue snake out and touch my skin. He lapped around the edges of my fuckhole, playing his tongue around the sweet syrupy mess leaking out of me. He lapped at the entrance to my pucker and I instinctively opened for him, and felt his tongue snake inside me. The burning continued, but his tongue licking at me punctuated the pain with hot, wet stabs of pleasure that shot up my whole body and flooded my brain so all I could feel, all I could think about, was his slick tongue worming around my burning gut.

"Mmmm," he mumbled into my boicunt. "So sweet, baby. Candyboy ass, so tasty. So greedy. So hungry to get fucked, huh, baby?"

"Oh yeah. I need your big cock in me so bad. Put it in me! Please! Fuck me and hose down the fire with hot white Santa cum!" I begged. He pulled off the fake beard and rubbed his scratchy stubble over the swollen entrance to my pussy. "Oh god, yes, Santa. I need it so bad!" He scratched all around my asshole and up and down my crack with his whiskers, and rubbed the sticky, burning syrup into my skin. I squirmed and squealed as he dug his tongue into my deeply. "Oh fuck yes. I need it. Bad. So bad, Santa."

"You think you're ready for you present?" He asked. Into my cunt.

"Yes, Santa, oh god yes."

"I don't think you've been punished enough yet." He crawled up beside me on the bed. "I think you need to think about what a whore you are, with your guts churning and your hole empty and begging for relief," he teased. He took the wide Santa belt off and wrapped it around my wrists so my forearms were tied together in front of me, my fists in front of my face. He pulled off his sticky, pink-stained beard and put it over the giant candy cane in my mouth so it was hanging over my face. Then he pulled one of my legs up and tied it over my head to the headboard with something. He then did the other one to the other corner of the headboard so I was rocked up on my shoulders, legs spread and secured, arms stuck, and my pussy pointing straight up.

"Yeah, that's how a slutty little elf whore should be. Cunt pointing up and gaping open for whatever men want to do it." He bent between spread legs and licked at the exposed end of the candy cane, lewdly as I had done to his cock earlier. He wrapped his lips around it and I felt him start to press it down into my throat. With his mouth he fucked my throat with the thick sticky candy cane. After a while, he pulled off, lifted the beard off my face and spat a pink sticky gob into my face. "Am I right, pussyboy? You want to be kept like this and bred good and hard, don't you."

"Fuck yes, Santa. I'm a whore. I should get used like one."

He chuckled, sitting back on his knees and looking at me through my spread legs. He started to dig his fingers into my open hole. "Yeah, big slutty gape like this needs to be filled. Cocks, cum." He spat into me. "Spit. Maybe piss? But yeah, manflesh. How many cocks do you think we can get to cum in that sweet slutty hole before you can't take anymore?"

"I don't know. But I'll try for you."

"Yeah, baby," More spit on my hole that he worked around and in me with his twisting fingers. "Santa's big cock. All the other elves. Maybe we truss you up in the stables and let the reindeer use you too."

"Oh fuck..." I moaned.

"Yeah, look at that hungry gaping sluthole." More spit. "Hot and wet like a real pussy. So hungry." Spit, twist. "Sodomized with a candle, and a candy cane? What else do you need up that slutty hole, bitch?"

"COCK, SANTA!" I yelled, "Your big hard cock!"

He spat in my hole again, and slapped my asscheek with his free hand. "That's a hungry cunt, isn't it, you fucking slutty whore?"

I could only moan.

"Needs to be filled up, huh? Empty hole good for nothing but getting filled up with flesh." Spit, twist.

"Oh, gawd..."

"Tell me you want it. Tell me you want Santa to fill your stickiy, burning cunt right up."

"Yes, Santa, fill me up. Use that hole for what it was meant for."

He reared up on his knees and I could see his arm and shoulder flex. His fingers already buried in me, he pressed down with his whole body and slowly sunk his fist into my open boihole. I screamed, half in pain but mostly at being filled like I've never been filled before.

"Santa's gonna ruin you. Wreck this hole good. Santa's gonna open you up, fill you with seed, and then let all the elves and the reindeer and anyone else with a hard dick unload in you. Then we're going to impale you on the North Pole so that hole stays open and filled, ready for anyone, anything."

He opened and closed his fist inside me and I felt like he could have hung me by the ass from a parking meter.

"Is that what you want, boy? To be a hole on a pole?"

I started to thrash under him. "Mmm, yeah, Santa." The burning was making my gut spasm and I knew he could feel it. He pulled his fist up a little and started to rub his knuckles against my nut. I kind of moaned and gasped at the same time."

"Taken down and used whenever one of us gets a yen to fill you with whatever we want?'

"Fuuuuu---ccck!!!!" My dick erupted as he massaged wad after wad of hot spunk out of me and straight down over my face.

"Yeah, that's it. That's my pretty slutelf, face covered in cum just like it should be."

He pulled out of me with an audible pop and reached down to run his fingers over my face. "Yeah, sticky elf spooge to mark you as a whore for all the cock and cum in the world." He wiped my cum with his peppermint sticky fingers into my open mouth. I lapped it up and sucked at his fingers. He hooked his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw open and spat right into my open mouth. "Swallow that juice, baby. You deserve it."

I closed my lips and swallowed as he pulled his fingers out. "Fuck, Collin, I don't think I've ever seen anyone take a fist with just spit."

"I wanna be a good whore for you, Santa. I'll take whatever you want, whenever, however you want."

He bent down and kissed me. "Such a good slut boy." He sucked my tongue into his mouth and held it that way until releasing it with a smacking sound. He grabbed the sticky, wiry beard and and rubbed it over my exposed skin, down my sides, up my legs, between my thighs, and over my tight balls, even my cock which was still hard and dripping. He got down real close and growled in my ear. "Does it turn you on, thinking about your boyjuices in Santa's beard."

"Oh gawd."

"Think about it. You in that little store watching all those sweet children in Santa's lap, just inches from your sticky slutjuices?"

"Fuuuuccckkk..."

He chuckled. "Well, if you're very, very good, and keep Santa too busy to wash everything, you may get your wish!" He kissed me again. "Ready for a break?"

"Yes. No. I'm good. Keep me like this. But I want your cock, I want your cum. Please, please," I begged.

"You'll get it, I promise, baby." He untied my legs and freed my arms. He took me in his arms and cuddled me. I threw my leg over his and felt his dripping cock, still hard and throbbing. "But old men need to work up to it. And I like to take my time. Bigger, better cums that way."

I kissed his hairy chest. "I want to make you feel good. I want to give you whatever gets you off."

We cuddled and talked a bit. I'd never been fisted before, but I loved it. "Guess you're a natural," he said. He got off with the bd/sm stuff, but not exclusively. He was happy just cuddling and swapping handjobs sometimes. He was mostly top, but didn't mind giving it up. I'd never had my cock in a guy's ass, just his mouth. "Well, if you play your cards right, maybe Santa will take your dick cherry too." He'd never been with a guy as young, or as small, as I was, but he liked it.

I guess we dozed off. When I woke up, I was on my belly and he was between my ass cheeks, scratching my skin with his stubble and licking at my aching, swollen pussy. It still burned inside, but I loved it because it was like he was still inside me.

I arched my back and wiggled my bum in his face. "Ready for more?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I moaned.

"Hang on." He got up. He was still wearing his shiny Santa boots. He pulled on his Santa pants over it, securing it over his shoulders with his suspenders. Somehow I got harder. He pulled the jacket on, but left it open so I could see his hard muscles ripping under his trimmed fur. He put on his hat and reached for me.

"Come on, baby. Time to give you your present."

He lifted me into his arms and carried me back out to the main room. He put me down, kneeling over the back of an easy chair, my knees spread onto the arms, my chest over the back. I arched my back, presenting my pussy like a bitch in heat. "Yeah, that's it, baby. You're ready for Santa's cock, aren't you?"

"I've been ready for it since we met in the locker room," I said.

"Well, we're almost there, baby." He walked around me, shiny boots clicking on the floor as he did. "You belong to Santa now, don' t you? You're ready to be Santa's full time whore."

"Oh yes, Santa."

He kept stalking around me, eyeing me up. "Santa is very picky about his property. Santa only keeps the best whores."

"Oh yes, Santa, please."

"And like all of Santa's property, you need to be marked. The reindeer are branded."

I got goosebumps all over me. I wasn't sure where he was going, but he might have been able to talk me into even that. He put his hand in the small of my back and slapped my asscheek. "Right there. That's where it goes." He got up real close into my face and growled. "Is that what you want?"

I guess I hesitated, and he slapped me across the face. "Or is that the kind of mark you want? Santa's big hand prints slapped over your slutty face?" He spat at me again. "Tell me."

"Anything, Santa. I belong to you now."

He stood up and chuckled. "Good. But we'll have to save the branding until after the reindeer have accepted you." He swatted my asscheek again. "Meantime, we'll just have to use this." He picked up a candycane candle, it might have been the same one he used on me before, and lit it with a lighter. "You ready?" I nodded.

He stalked around me some more, lit candle in hand, heavy boots clomping with every step. "I've burned your guts, and now I need to burn your flesh." I felt something hit my back. The heat from the burning wax didn't register right away. But just as it hit, I felt another drop in the small of my back. "You want bright red marks to show off, so people know Santa has taken you, right?"

"Yes, Santa." Drip. Burn.

"You're going to stay there, still, and take every drop of wax from this candle." It wasn't a question this time. Drip. Burn.

He stood behind me and stroked my cock and balls while he directed a slow drip of wax down the crack of my ass. Drip. Burn. Drip. Burn. "Pull open those ass cheeks, slut." I reached behind me and opened my butt and exposed my hole for him. Drip. Burn. He got closer to my hole, which was still raw. He let one hot drop touch the exposed pink flesh and I jumped. I didn't squeal. "Good boy." He lifted my cock and balls back and let a few drops strike my scrote and the underside of my cock. I squeaked at least once, more in surprise than in pain.

He stepped up around my other side and let the wax drip back up my back, right to the back of my neck. There he stood for a while, dripping wax over my exposed neck and then more over the dried wax. "Santa's reindeer also wear harnesses. So this will help you get used to one rubbing against your neck.

He moved in front of me, still dirpping wax over my neck, and undid one of his supsenders, letting his red pants slip down over one hip. "Get Santa's cock out, whore." I reached forward and freed is big meat. It stiffened up rapidly as I stroked it.

"Tell Santa you want it."

"I want it, Santa," I pleaded. "I need it in me. I need your big cock and your hot jizz in me."

"Tongue out." I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and he pressed the big knob of his cock against it. I opened and tried to catch it in my mouth. "No," he said, grabbing my hair in one hand. "Just your tongue right now."

He kept a hold of my head with one hand. The wax dripping on my neck was mostly now just a warm solid mass, except for the few drips that dribbled down the sides of my neck or hit some bare skin on my shoulders.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against my tongue. I wiggled my tongue, trying to hold it or lick it, or lap up his sticky pre, but he just teased me with his big cock swinging in front of my face, just barely hitting my tongue. I moa

"Stay there." He stepped away out of sight. When he came back. He put something heavy over the wax on my neck. It was rope. He looped it around my neck and then crossed it down over my chest and around my back. He tied it behind my shoulder blades. He pulled each of my arms back and tied my wrists below the knot, and then passed the ends if the rope down my back and through the crack of my ass. He pulled the ends down so they circled my cock and balls, and then pulled the ropes up my body and tied the ends to the ropes across my chest. "This is your training harness, just like Rudolph wears."

"Thank you , Santa."

He stepped back around, his cock waiving in my face again. He slapped his slimy dick across my face a few times. "You ready for your present?"

"Oh yes, Snata, please."

He pushed his hips forward, and smoothly fucked its length all the way down my throat. He slapped my cheek lightly. "Watch those teeth, bitch."

I mumbled something around his cock and he started to saw his cock in and out of my throat. Slowly, like he always starts, but then quickly picking up speed. "Oh, that's a hot mouth," he rasped. "Such a hot fucking mouth. But we might have to do something about those teeth." I felt his hand snake down and press through the wax to grip the rope around my neck. The pressure tightened around my throat and I imagined it tightening around his big cock.

Holding me by the neck, he pulled me on and off his cock. I was helpless, balanced with my knees on the arms of the chair and my collarbone on the back of the chair, arms tied behind me. I was his fuckhole. Inanimate. Under his control. Only good for servicing his cock. It was like I was home.

After a while he pulled out and bent his face down to mine.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Your big cock," I gasped. "I want your big cock in my slutty fuckhole."

"That hole I've sodomized with a candy cane? And with my fist? That hole still needs a big cock to fuck it?"

"Fuck yes, Santa! It's all I want. It's all I need. Your big fuckmeat inside me, using my flesh, and unloading your jizz deep inside me."

"You think you've been punished enough and are ready to get a good boy present?"

"Yes! No! I don't know! Please, I just need your cock in my cunt now!"

He stood up and stalked around me. He separated the ropes running over my hole and poked his big bulbous knob against my abused pucker. "Thus cunt here? All swollen and red and burned?"

"Yes, please, fuck me good!"

"No lube, whore. Just whatever juices we still have up there and whatever slobber you've left on my dick."

"Fuck me, Santa! Fuck me now! PLEASE!"

He lunged his hips forward and I felt him invade me. It was big. It was thick. I knew it. I'd had it in my hands. I'd had it in my mouth. I wanted it. I needed it. I'd had his fucking forearm up my hole for chrissakes. But I wasn't ready for it. He shoved his big thick fuckmeat past my ring. It felt like it was stretching me like I'd never been stretched out before, even by his big fist and forearm. It might have been the biggest cock I've ever taken, and there was no relief from its invading thickness as it stretched, inch by inch, up my swollen rectum.

And I loved it. Even if he wasn't wearing the woolly beard or the big belly. Even if my guts were still churning from his peppermint treatment. Even if my sphincter was screaming to close down even just a little. I loved it and I needed it. My body was on fire, my brain was mush, and I felt as if I were turning into a limp rag doll impaled on a gatepost. But it made me feel like I was born to have his cock inside me, to endure its rampage as he levered his hips back and forth, as his cock pumping and out of my broken body. Like years of giving my holes to boys for their protection, and even friendship, had all been about this. Being ready to be his fucktoy. My pain was pleasure because it was his pleasure. And I loved it.

I felt his hands around my tied wrists as he balanced himself, levering me back and forth on his big dong, the easy chair rocking with me balanced on it. He bent forward and wraped his hands around my head, his fingers settling into my mouth, and he used my face as a handle to rock my body up and down on his fuckpole. I sucked at his fingers and he pushed them into me with every stroke, so I was getting it at both ends from my hot randy Santaman

He was grunting with every stroke, and I found myself mumbling around his fingers, "Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me, pound that sluthole!"

He reached under my waist and heaved us up, so he was standing square on his feet and had me impaled and balanced on his rigid pole. He bounced me up and down with his hips, my legs dangling, my arms secured behind me, and my head thrown back trying to balance on his shoulder.

One hand still around my waist, his other hand came up to my roped up neck and pulled me into him, his mouth finding and biting my ear.

"Give it to me Santa! Cum inside my fuck hole!"

"Ungh! Ungh! Can't ... don't..."

Somehow I found the awareness to tighten my sphincter, actually my whole gut, around him to milk that rampaging meat with my slutty boipussy as I bounced on him.

"Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" he bellowed into my ear. "You want it, don't you, slut? You want Santa to blow his load in you!"

"Yes!Cum inside me! Breed me, Santa!"

"Ungh. Ungh. UNGH!" It felt like his cock doubled in girth and throbbed, and I felt his balls unload into me, three, maybe four huge throbbing wads as I lolled back against his hairy muscular pulsating body. "Oh yeah! Fuck yeah!"

I clutched at him with my hole, the only thing I could do to hold on to him, his sweaty, scratchy body fur pressed into my smooth skin. He sealed his lips around a bare spot on my neck and sucked and chewed. I felt another load of cum pump up my cock and fly out into the room, as if he had fucked and cum so hard it was shooting out through my own cock.

As he came down he let me go and pushed me off him and over the back of the chair. He whipped around and pushed is sticky wet cock, I could still smell the peppermint on it, into my hot wet mouth. I slurped and sucked him clean of our fuckjuices.

He lifted me up and held me against him. I was able to wrap my legs around his hips while we kissed, exchanging saliva and fuckjuice. "I saw that, you know. You came all over my nice clean floor. You're going to have to clean up that mess you made in the morning, you know," he said as he walked us back to the bedroom.

"Yes, Santa. Anything you want. I belong to you now."

He laid me down on the bed, wiggled out of his clothes and slid in beside me. Taking me into is arms he spooned me, with my arms still tied behind my back. "Want me to untie you?"

"No, Santa. I like my training harness. For now."

He kissed me gently on the neck and settled in with me in his arms. "Your shoulders are going to be sore in the morning."

"That's okay. I'm kind of sore all over anyway."

He chuckled. "You really are a sweet little fuckpig, Collin."

"Yes, Santa."

"But seriously, kid, how do you think I hurt my shoulder?"

I wiggled against him as best I could, even managing to catch his softening slimy cock between my thighs. "It's okay, Santa. I'm in my training harness. I have your jizz deep inside me. What else do I need?"

And I guess we both drifted off to sleep like that.