The sleigh came to a skidding halt on the snowy runway, landing upright thanks to the skill of the reindeer sluts pulling it, and not very much to Santa, who had his head back, moaning, Claude’s fuzzy face in his lap, swallowing Santa’s cock to the hilt. Claude sped up now that they were on the ground, bringing Santa to yet another climax, before they got their hairy, cummy bodies out of the sleigh, neither of them bothered by the cold and snow. Some elves hurried over and began unhitching the reindeer, getting them off to the barn, and Marty tromped over, grinning ear to ear, his huge cock flopping out, but when he saw Claude, his smile faded. “Who in the fuck is that?” he asked.
“This,” Santa said, pulling Claude close, “Is the new Mr. Claus, Marty–so why don’t you be a little nicer and say hello?”
Marty just glared at him, unhappy with this little kink in the plan. After all, Santa was his–he couldn’t just have his sexed up giver of toys have free reign all over the place. He was the one in charge now. He called the shots, no one else. “Aren’t you forgetting someone, Santa?” Marty said, tugging the older man’s balls and making him bend down so he could whisper in his ear, “I own your ass, Saint Nick, and unless you want to be pumped so full of cum that you can’t move for months, I suggest you send this trollip back to the bathhouse you found him in.”
Santa stood up calmly, a bit sad looking, but walked back to the sleigh, with it’s empty bags, and rustled around for something in it. “You know Marty, I didn’t have a chance to get you anything yet. Still, since you’re going to be such a dick about all of this, I might as well oblige!”
He spun around and grabbed the elf around the waist, and before Marty could squirm away, Santa had taken a small condom and pulled the rubber down over Marty’s face. The elf clawed at it, trying to rip it, but Santa just kept pulling it down further and further until Marty’s entire body was encased in the dildo. He fought and squirmed, but it was immediately obvious to Claude that the elf was starting to change, the features of his face and head distorting and twisting, the limbs of his body fusing to his sides, his huge dick and balls completely disappearing, sucked into his body, until all that was left was what might have passed for a rubber garden gnome, had the entire head not been replaced with the head of a cock.
“Well what do you think, should I give it a test drive?” Santa asked, but Claude just watched, open mouthed, as the old man tipped the elf upright and squatted down on it, taking the entire dildo into his ass, and when he stood up, all that could be seen were a couple of elfin shoes poking out his hole. “There, I think he’ll be much safer up there, don’t you? Now come on lover bear, Santa needs a good fuck!” he grabbed Claude by the hand and dragged him off into the house. Claude couldn’t believe what he’d just seen, and part of him was starting to have second thoughts about spending the rest of eternity here with this crazed, sexy santa.
And the elves, especially Timmy, just gathered at the scene and glared over at the house. Santa thought that destroying Marty would be the end of the story, did he? Well he was in for an equally wild Christmas next year, it seemed.
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