It was Christmas Eve, the sun had already set early, and Claude was at the computer, looking at the invitation again. It wasn’t an invitation to him exactly–everyone on Growlr in a fifty mile radius had received the shout from The Bear’s Den downtown.
Come on down to The Bear’s Den for our Annual Christmas XXXtravaganza!
Half price well drinks, Sexy Santa costume contest, featuring DJ Cubootie rocking the dance floor!
He didn’t read any more–the party had started an hour ago, and he wasn’t going. Sure, he wanted to go, but why would he? At a little over 50, he wasn’t exactly ready to breakdown on the dance floor anymore, and with the diabetes meds he couldn’t hold his liquor at all, either. Sure, with his big gut and thick white beard he’d make a good Santa, but not a very sexy one in his mind. Still, he also didn’t want to be alone on Christmas again, in this cold empty house, no kids, no life, no work. What was the point of staying here? Then again, what was the point of going?
“Ho, ho ho! Now that looks like a party!” the deep voice said behind him, and Claude spun around, finding himself staring at Santa’s burly chest and round gut, barely constrained by his red leather harness. He dusted a bit of soot off his pec and winked at Claude, “Wish I could go, but you know how it is this time of year! Too many toys to deliver, too many men to please…” he added, leaning in closer to Claude. He smelled of cum, sweat, smoke, and gingerbread, and somehow all of that rendered Claude’s cock hard as a rock.
“S-S-Santa?” Claude managed to squeak out, “What…what happened to your…suit?”
“Oh Claude, it’s a brand new look!” Santa said, “and you know Claude, you’ve been far too good this year–isn’t it time you were a little bit naughty? Now, how about we get you to that party?”
Before Claude could react, Santa had slung his rubber sack off his shoulder and threw it over Claude, trapping him inside and hauling him away, Claude fighting against the constricting rubber as he felt the things inside the sack come alive and cluster around him, ripping apart his clothes in the process. He was screaming as Santa hauled him up through the chimney, flung him in the back of the sleigh, and took off, his nine beasty reindeer-men hauling the sleigh across the city, before sliding to a rest on the roof of the Bear’s Den.
Claude was still squirming and screaming inside the rubber bag, as Santa hauled him out of the sleigh and dropped down into the alley beside the bar, opened up the bag and let Claude come tumbling out. Gone were his pajamas and ratty T-shirt–he was wearing a red leather vest with white fur trim, red leather chaps, and heavy boots. His skin stung all across his body, and he saw that something had tattooed him all up and down his arms with candy cane striped cocks. His hair had been shorn off and his beard trimmed, and he looked down at himself, and all he could think about was how sexy he felt.
Santa let out a growl, sliding a gloved hand between Claude’s chubby ass cheeks, feeling the fat man squirm, pushing his butt towards Santa’s cock, suddenly unable to control the desires and fantasies which had been welling up in him for as long as he could remember. “You want Santa’s cock?”
“Oh fuck yeah, fuck me Santa…” Claude moaned, and Nicholas was more than happy to slide his nine inch cook deep into Claude’s hungry hole. Santa came rather quickly–he had many other visits to make as well, after all, and then fumbled around in his bag, pulling out a candy cane striped dildo, and shoved it into Claude’s well worked hole, the curved end sticking out for everyone to see.
“Alright Claude, get in there and have some fun,” Santa said.
“Fuck yeah, I can’t fuckin’ wait,” Claude moaned, working the candy cane as he walked up to the bouncer of the bar, giving him a deep kiss in lieu of ID. Santa just smirked and leapt back up onto the roof, taking off into the evening, off to his next stop.
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