*Smack*
“Come on Claude, I know you’re sleepy, but the night is still plenty young.”
*Smack*
Something smeared it’s way across his lips, something sticky sweet. Claude swept it up with his tongue, groaned, bucked his hips into the air, feeling his cock growing harder at the taste. “F–Fuck…” he said, “Where…”
He opened his eyes, and saw Timmy kneeling over him, naked, cock hanging down over his head, dribbling cum, sweet cum, he thrust his head up to take the drop in, but Timmy lifted it away from him. “Nuh uh, Claude, you’ve had plenty for now–I mean, look how taut that gut of yours is. Hell, you’ve already drained half the staff.”
The elves cheered around them, laughing. Claude tried to piece together what little he could remember. There was that whisky, and he’d had those shots with Timmy, and then he’d…he’d felt so strange. He could remember Timmy telling him that if you receive a gift from an elf, you must give one in return, and then that first blow job. Fuck, their cum tasted so sweet, so fucking…hungry, so damn hungry for cum. And horny! Fuck, he reached down to grab his cock, but his hand only felt air. Confused, he looked down and say that where his cock and balls should be, was simply nothing more than a patch of smooth skin.
“Looking for these?” Timmy said, and picked up Claude’s cock and balls from a table next to him, making him shiver. Even though they were disconnected from him, he could feel everything–but how was that even possible? At the base of his cock, he could see a solid metal cockring. Distantly, he could remember Timmy putting it on him in his drunken haze, and then an odd pressure…
Timmy was stroking the shaft now, and Claude was groaning. So horny, and yet…yet he couldn’t cum. It felt like he was right on the edge. Timmy stopped, and Claude begged him to keep going, keep stroking, anything to get him off.
“Well you see, Claude, there’s a problem. Elf cum…it isn’t just addictive, you see. For addicts like you and Santa, it becomes impossible for you to cum without a full belly of our seed. You could stroke and stroke and stroke this cock of yours to a bloody stump, and you’d just be even hornier than before, with no release in sight. Now, I can’t have you ruining your cock like that, so I’ve taken the liberty of keeping it safely out of your hands for now.”
Claude was panting now, and when Timmy laid it back down on the table, he tried to grab it, but his hands and ankles had been shackled together, causing him to simply fall on his face. “Oh Claude–if you want more cum, I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me a gift in return. But I’m very, very generous. If you go into Santa’s house and bring out Marty for me, then I can promise that you’ll have an unlimited supply of elf cum for the rest of your life–how does that sound?”
It sounded fantastic, and Claude immediately agreed. Timmy and a few other elves escorted him over to the house, and he led them down into the basement. Marty was kept in a special locked cabinet, but Santa had given Claude a key. He got out the rubberized dildo elf, and handed him to Timmy, who carried him back to the workshop, Claude following along behind, begging for cum. “Your gift is so thoughtful Claude,” Timmy said as he admired Marty, “Louie, do be kind and give Claude a load of cum? He looks so hungry.”
Claude was immediately on his knees in front of the elf, sucking his cock desperately, and Timmy set Marty on the floor of the dungeon, and began smearing something all over the rubber form. After a moment, the rubber began to bubble and slide off, revealing skin underneath–in a matter of moments, Marty was gasping for air, standing in a puddle of steaming black goo, and Timmy was so thrilled, he pulled his fellow elf into a hug, but Marty just slumped into him, exhausted. Louie came, and they all returned to the workshop, Claude on his knees, sucking load after load of cum, his cock leaking onto the table next to him, while Timmy and a handful of others helped nurse Marty back to health, and filled him in on what had happened in the last year.
One thing was for certain, Marty was furious. Timmy tried to calm him down, told him that by the end of the night, Santa would get what was coming to him, but Marty wasn’t angry at Santa…so much as Claude. The usurper, the mortal Santa had brought back with him, who had stolen Santa from him. It was then that Timmy realized that the elf he loved, the elf he had conspired to save all year long, was in love with someone else–Santa Claus. Marty got up, taking the other elves with him, and Timmy sat alone, his heart broken.
Marty hurried through the workshop, searching for something in particular, grabbed up a large bucket marked “Hazardous” and then headed over to where Marty was still sucking off the long line of elves in the middle of the workshop. Marty pushed the elf currently getting blown to the side, and then smacked Claude awake from his elfcum stupor. “Hello Claude!” Marty said, leering down at him, “I don’t believe that we ever had a chance to be properly introduced last year. My name is Marty–I’m the head elf around here, and I don’t think I’ve had a chance to give you a gift yet!”
Claude could see the anger and insanity in Marty’s eyes, and he shook his head. “I–I don’t think I need any more gifts, really.”
“Oh, but I insist!” Marty said, grabbed a bucket of some black goop and set it up on the workbench where Claude’s cock was still sitting. “And I know just what to give you.” He picked up Claude’s cock with one gloved hand, and plunged it into the bucket. The goop was cold on his cock, and Claude shivered. When Marty pulled it out a moment later, it was covered with the substance, and he noticed something else. Where moments before his cock was cold, now it was just numb. He could see the slop dripping away from his cock, leaving it black, shiny, and solid rubber. “What do you think? A dildo just for you. Still, I don’t think it’s quite big enough for a whore like you.” Marty started moulding the still hardening rubber, slopping more and more on, until Marty’s cock was nearly five inches thick, and close to fifteen inches long. “What do you think? Shall we give it a go?”
Before Claude could fight him off, Marty had him down on his hands and knees, ramming his old cock into his asshole, listening to his competition for Santa’s love beg for his cock back.
“Oh, don’t worry Claude–it’s all going to be just fine. Still, since I had to spend a whole year as a dildo, crammed in both of your asses, I feel like it’s only fair that you get something equally humiliating in return. But I have a feeling it’s going to be for a bit longer than a year–in fact, I don’t think you’ll ever be changing back.”
The elves surrounding Marty who had been shouting excitingly, had gone silent. Timmy, only observed from the catwalk around the workshop, as Marty grabbed Calude by the beard, hauled him up, the massive dildo still crammed in his ass, and dragged him off to his private workshop. The elves tried to go in after him, but he locked the door tight behind him. And then Timmy realized something else–chances are, if Marty was angry now, he was going to be even more furious when the sleigh returned with Santa. After all, Timmy had planned on taking Santa out of commission entirely, but if Marty was in love with him…
He might be the one screwed in the end.
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