“Fuck Santa, you’re such a slut,” Marty said, watching his boss drain two elven cocks at once, his mouth big enough for both of their modestish members to fit in together in he opened real wide. The elves were both fucking wildly, close to the edge, and they came nearly together, Santa drinking down as much as he could, but one cock popped out, spraying cum across his already sticky, white beard, which he licked up hungrily.

“Hey, can I fuckin’ help it that your elf cum tastes so fuckin’ delicious?” Santa said, following it up with his  a boisterous “Ho, ho, ho!”

Saint Nick had undergone a rather severe change of heart, for those two weeks he was hooked up to those tanks, pumped full of cum and Marty’s magic whisky, the elf visiting him every day, implanting new desires, filthy perversions, preparing him for a whole new kind of Christmas. It was already quickly turning to fall, the weather growing colder as the nights deepened, but Santa had spent much of it working out, bulking up to a sizable muscle bear, though he never did lose his gut entirely–it was usually brimming with too much elf cum to not bulge out obscenely in front of him, as he wandered the workshop, inspecting–and testing–the toys, whipping and punishing the elves that slacked off, sucking and fucking as much elf cock as he could find, perpetually starved for their cum, after his prolonged exposure.

The elves were still working on his final look for his Christmas ride, but Santa was never wearing anything other than leather or rubber these days. He was feeling sexy at the moment, wearing leather chaps and boots, sleigh bells hanging and jingling from his newly pierced nipples, cum drooling off the PA in the head of his cock, shrouded by his thick foreskin. While he still smoked pipes on occasion, he’d branched out, today opting for thick, foul smelling cigars, and he pushed a plume into Marty’s face, watching the head elf scowl a bit. “What did you want to show me anyway, Marty? And do you want to show me before or after I drain a few loads from those balls of yours?” Santa asked.

“Heh, after I think–you might want to see what I have for you down in the stables first,” Marty said.

His curiosity piqued, Santa followed the burly elf out of the workshop and across the snowy ground to the large stables. The elf flung open the doors, and Santa looked at the nine young men bound up on the straw in the stable. “Wait…what did you do with the reindeer?”

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about–I just thought our new Santa could use some new steeds to pull him around in the night, what do you think? I found nine of the hottest, sluttiest guys just for you. Now, don’t you think they could use some Christmas magic?”

Marty pulled out a small pouch, opened the drawstring and dusted the first man he came to with the powder, and they watched the young man start to writhe and squirm on the ground, his body expanding with thick muscle which was quickly coated with a fine dusting of brown hair. At the same time, two bony antlers were growing out of the man’s temples as he snorted and grunted, exploding out of his clothing, his cock angry and red. Curious, Santa walked up and ran his hand along the shaft, feeling the cock pulse and lengthen in his hand, the head growing redder until it began to glow a deep, throbbing red in the dark stable.

“Now that’s what I’d like guiding me in the foggy nights,” Santa said, stroking his new reindeer slut, getting his hand coated with Rudolf’s cum and licking it off his palm.

Marty tossed Santa the sack of powder, “Have at it Sir Claus, if you’re still thirsty afterwards, you know where to find me.”

Santa, however, was happy fucking with his new reindeer for the next few days, but now the anticipation was killing him–at last, it was Christmas Eve, his reindeer were hitched to his sleigh, his red leather harness lined with white fur, heavy brown leather biker boots, red latex chaps which stopped at his knees revealing his half hard cock. The only thing that hadn’t changed was his usual hat. In the back of the sleigh were huge, black rubber bags, stuffed full of naughty toys for naughty boys and men, all over the world. With one last, deep kiss to Marty, Santa off into the sky, the beginning of his long, wild ride.

And he had so many adventures that night, I suppose I’ll have to spend the twelve days of Christmas telling you all about them.

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