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-Ding, Ding! Ding, Ding!-

The front doors swung open, with the bells on top ringing loudly across the formerly vacant storefront. Despite the holiday season drawing near, to the point where the street-lamps outside were already adorned with ornamental wreaths and glowy lights, this particular shop wasn’t the type to receive much seasonal swelling. Still, amongst all of the adult novelty products, specialty-made costumes, BDSM gear, as well as the hundreds upon hundreds of dirty Blu-Rays stacked along the back walls, there were plenty of stickers and signs to promote their holiday savings.

“OooOOOooohhh~”

“Oh, NICE! This is way nicer than that one back on the Interstate…”

Two tall, skinny cheetahs strolled into the shop side-by-side, holding paws and grinning all excitedly. Even though it wasn’t cold enough to snow outside, the two were wearing matching skinny-jeans with bright-colored boots. One of them had a pink jacket with purple boots, while the other wore the opposite colors for further symmetry. And even with how spacious and open the shop may have been, the two remained close together while exploring the aisles.

“Ohmigosh! Tyson, look! They got that body-paint featured in the Marzo vids!”

“Ooh, you’re right! EEE!!~ And the speedos too! You’d look great in those~”

“Hmph, not as good as you…”

The cheetah in the purple coat got up closer beside the pink one’s side, and grabbed his ass tightly with his paw. The identical cheetal tensed up with his cheeks blushing profusely, but he remained in place with a stifled purr when he grinned back at the groper. The two looked at one another with deep, sensual stares that made their smirks widen immensely.

-Ding, Ding!-

Another ringing of the bell indicated that somebody else had just entered the shop, but that didn’t cause either of the cheetahs to pull back. Instead, the two just leaned in even closer, and opened their mouths before locking lips with a pair of contentful hums. “Mmmmmmmm…”

The two turned into one another’s embrace, savoring the moment as they started kissing more deeply. Their muzzles tightly locked while their tongues worked around inside each other’s mouths, and their paws each grabbed the other’s ass with tight squeezes. Neither of them could keep their makeout session discrete, although they weren’t really trying while moaning muffledly between breaths. It was unclear how long their kissing lasted, but the two eventually stopped when they heard a deep chuckle from a few feet away.

“Heh heh~ Couldn’t even hold up until I talked with the staff yet?”

The cheetahs reopened their eyes, still mid-kiss when they gazed over at the old brute donned in red. The goat looked to be at least twice the cheetahs’ age, with most of his scraggly beard already white to match his cheap-looking Santa suit. In his right paw, he was holding the end of a large burlap sack he was hanging over his shoulder to rest against his back. And in his left paw, he was holding his smart-phone with the camera app already up, and flashing a couple pics of the two in their scandalous poses.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Boys, aren’t you aware that Incest can get you two on the Naughty List?~”

The two just scoffed before pulling their lips back, shooting the pervy goat a couple of sly-looking smirks. Neither of them showed any embarrassment, and kept holding each other close while smiling at his camera. “Oooh, are you taking a video, Jaxxy Claus?~” asked the cheetah in pink, perking his brows teasingly. “Already?”

“Should I just go for it?” The purple-coated cheetah was already digging his paw into the waistband of the other’s pants. “Heh~ Oh, I can feel it alread--”

“Ey, ey, eeeyyyyyy…” The goat put down his bag, which was thankfully filled with enough soft materials to not clang onto the floor, and then he held out his paw to pause their fun. “Let’s wait a minute, alright? I know you two are excited, but I still need to talk with the owner of this place. I don’t wanna try getting bail money set up because you two can’t keep it in each other’s sheaths.”

The two sighed with a couple of begrudging eye-rolls, but that paw slid out of the other’s jeans without much complaint. While the two remained side-by-side like a loving couple, footsteps could be heard from the back of the shop when somebody finally showed up. “S-Sorry! Sorry, I was stuck in the bathroom…”

From the back hallway past the DVD stands, a short, pudgy buck stumbled out with some sweat beading across his forehead. His black button-up polo shirt was tightly hugging his gut, with the bottom tucked inside of his belted khakis; his zipper was still undone, while some slight stains of moisture could be seen near the bottom of his crotch. He was also wearing a nametag, which displayed ‘Adrian’ in bold red letters for the customers to see. “Oh, hello there, guys!” Even though he was looking flustered from his interrupted break, he kept a chipper smile and clapped his freshly-washed paws. “Oh, is that you, Jax? Nice outfit!”

The cheetahs both turned their heads back to the goat with their brows raised. Meanwhile, Jax chuckled and tipped his Santa-hat towards Adrian. “Thank you kindly! And might I add, you’re looking very nice with your antlers de-velveted~”

“Hnnnghhhh…” The clerk looked away bashfully, but had an evident smile past his heavy blush. The buck’s antlers did look to be freshly shedded for the winter months, which made them stand out like a more impressive rack atop his head. When the two cheetahs looked over at him with narrowing eyes, Adrian shrugged with a gracious smile towards the goat. “Uhh, t-thanks… You’re looking good too~”

Jax smirked even wider with a more confident huff, seeing how the deer’s eyes were “subtly” trailing up and down at him. He wasn’t sure if Adrian had some Santa-kink, but he certainly hoped he could make him develop one if he didn’t. Meanwhile, both of the cheetahs gasped at the same time.

“OH MY GOSH!~” The pink-coated one pointed at Adrian first. “I remember you! You pissed your pants in that vid for Marzo and Eirjan!~”

Adrian reeled back with his eyes bulging out of his skull, and his face blushing profusely. Meanwhile, the cheetah in purple was looking absolutely elated like he met a celebrity. “Dude, we jerked off to those vids SO many times! You were amazing, dude~”

Once again, the buck was left a blushy mess when he turned around completely. The cheetahs just giggled sweetly to Adrian’s bashfulness, and were still holding paws when they gave a sympathetic, “Daaaawwwwww~”

“Alright, alright! Don’t fluster the guy while he’s on the clock! That’s your guys’ jobs…” Jax walked past the lovey-dovey felines, and reached out to extend a paw towards Adrian. “It’s alright, these two are with me. We just got a couple of new recruits for our website, and I was just showing them around with a little ‘Shopping Spree~’”

The cheetahs both squeed with girlish giggles, looking like a couple of teenage girls being left alone with their daddy’s credit card. Jax just rolled his eyes, and waited for Adrian to turn around with a frazzled sigh. When the two shook paws, the goat motioned towards them for introduction. “It really is nice seeing you again, Adrian. These here are brothers Tyson and Tyler, who Daddy Dog just hired for genuine familial talent~”

The cheetahs waved their paws with cheeky smiles, with the pink being Tyson and the purple being Tyler. Adrian’s brows rose when he glanced over at the two, and he blinked a couple times upon realization. “Whoa… Wait, are they like, actual twins?”

“Yes indeed! Fraternal twins with full blood relation…” Jax let go of Adrian’s paw, before turning around and getting the buck close to his side. “And luckily for me, there’s nobody the two love more than each other~” With the two facing the twins, Jax shot the cheetahs a pervy grin and nodded his head. “Boys? Would you please introduce yourselves to my buddy properly? I have a feeling he’d appreciate it~”

“Hmph~ Absolutely…” Tyler was the first to unzip his jacket, and he let the purple garment fall to the floor while smirking at the buck. “Hello there, Adrian. My name is Tyler, and this is my brother, Tyson…”

Tyson was midway through undoing his pink jacket when Tyler leaned in, and planted another deep kiss on his brother’s lips. Adrian went wide-eyed in an instant, and blushed when he heard the soft hum from Tyson’s hungry maw. The brother didn’t hesitate to wrap a paw around the back of Tyler’s head, before reciprocating the kiss with a long, tongue-laden makeout session. The two let their kissing go on for several seconds, but the other cheetah eventually pulled back with a wet smack of his lips; he looked over at Adrian with a sly wink, and added, “Hey there! My name’s Tyson, and I really want to fuck my brother in front of you~”

That remark nearly threw Adrian onto the floor from how strongly he reeled back in shock. Fortunately, Jax was able to hold him tight enough to keep him upright. “HA HA! Damn, Tyson! At least lemme check if that’s okay first…”

Jax sighed and rolled his eyes, while Tyson and Tyler went back to making out in each other’s arms. The sounds of their smooching lips and muffled moans were definitely a distraction, with Adrian left standing with a deeply-reddened muzzle that was wrinkled tightly. Meanwhile, Jax used that moment to clear his throat and ask, “Alright, so… Hypothetically, how much would it cost if I were to… consider filming a video here for the website?~”

“... uuuuhhhhhh…” Adrian had to keep himself from staring over at the twins, since their horny kissing would’ve been too alluring to look away from if he turned his head. But still, he was left with a conflicted blush when he tried closing his eyes to perform the math in his head. “Hmmmm… Uhhh… I-I think it… it depends on what merchandise might be used…”

“Don’t worry, I’m covering everything.” Jax was quick to pull out his black-label card, which he confidently tucked into the front-pocket of Adrian’s shirt. He smirked with a wink, before leaning into add, “Also… If you’re wanting to be part of it, I could pay you even more~”

Adrian shivered with his legs clamping shut, and his muzzle tightened as his eyes darted around. Considering how bare the shop was, especially on a weekday night in the holiday season, it was obvious to assume that nobody would be coming aside from these three. And since he technically didn’t get in any trouble the last time he was featured in a video inside the shop… well, let’s just say, the swelling bulge in his khakis was answering Jax’s question long before the buck’s muzzle could.

“... I mean…” With his mouth skewing in contemplation, Adrian eventually backed away from Jax’s side, while looking over at the checkout counter where his keys were stored. “... Is it just going to be you guys, or…”

Jax was just about to nod and say that he was; however, just before he could move his head, his eyes widened with a crazy thought entering his head. He looked back at Tyson and Tyler, who were continuing to make out and undo more of their clothing. Tyson sat down on a bench near the fitting rooms, with his brother kneeling down to start pulling off those purple boots. Of course, Adrian had to look away the instant he saw Tyler starting to lick that boot, since he throbbed hard enough to leave another small stain in his pants.

“Hmmmm…” Jax chuckled under his breath, and he whipped out his phone before asking Adrian, “Actually… Would it be alright if I invited two more guys? I think you might know who I mean…”

With the way Jax’s grin widened, as well as how suddenly Adrian’s expression changed upon realization, there wasn’t much more to be said after that little hint. The clerk took a deep breath while thinking over his options, but he eventually nodded his head while avoiding eye contact. “Well, uhhhh… if you’re paying for it, I mean…”

Adrian looked back at him with a nervous smile, before saying with a huff, “Hmph~ ‘Tis the season, right?”

“Heh heh heh…” Jax crossed his arms over his chest, and tilted his head curiously. “You know… I might actually have an idea for you if you’re interested…”

[hr]

Ten Minutes Later

Since the adult shop didn’t have gigantic windows across the storefront to show off everything, it was surprisingly easy to close off the interior from the outside world. The regular-sized windows just needed a couple of old posters taped up over them, which the twins were able to do while Aiden locked up all the doors. That also gave Jax enough time to make a couple of phone calls, as well as to send a couple pre-payments from his personal account. By the time he was finished with the business end of things, the shop was all ready for filming when he got out the camera on his phone.

“Ugh, this stupid suit itches like hell!” The goat grumbled with a bitter scowl while digging the back of his Santa-pants out of his crack again. “Nnnghhh! Stupid wedgie!”

“Hehehehe~ Hey, maybe you should film that!”

“Yeah, some guys love wedgie stuff~”

“Not now, guys!” Jax huffed and shot a stern look over at the giggling twins. The cheetahs were both standing on top of a large sheet of waterproof tarp that was rolled out across the shop floor, while several bottles of body-paint were scattered around with the tops already undone. With their winter clothing all folded up and moved away from the tarps, the twins were left in nothing but two pairs of bicycle shorts covering their slender waists. The two had builds like professional swimmers: athletic, but twinkishly thin and soft to the touch. Of course, even with their fur near-symmetrically spotted all over, the two were grinning wide while getting their brushes ready.

“So are you keeping that suit on, Santa Jax?~” Tyson looked over at him with a curious raise of his brow. “I don’t wanna accidentally get paint all over that.”

“Oh, don’t worry! I bought this thing at a thrift shop years ago…” Jax lifted up one of his arms, showing off the sweaty underside of his sleeve where part of the seam was busted open at the pit. Some of his soggy pit-hair was sticking out from the tear, not that he minded while smirking with a huff. “You would not believe how many guys have paid me to fuck them in this suit! And all different kinds too! Even dudes who never celebrated Christmas…”

Neither of the cheetahs could blame him for that remark, and they both shrugged their shoulders. “Yeah, I can see that,” admitted Tyler, who couldn’t help looking the goat up and down with a piqued smirk. “Hmph~ You wanna get a load off before we start shooting? I’d be down!”

“Nah, I don’t need to worry about that…” Jax waved his paw in reassurance. “I mean, I’m flattered, but I already jerked off like, three times today. Besides, I’d rather keep the vibe natural for the viewers~”

“Hmph…” Tyson took advantage of his brother looking the other way, and he used that moment to reach out with his brush. “Gotcha!~”

“H-Hey!” Tyler tried pulling away, but a large glob of green paint was smeared across his right cheek. Jax just cackled with an amused grin in response, which made Tyler scowl even more when he glared at his brother. “Really, dude?!”

“What, we’re going to be covering ourselves up and down anyway! What’s the big deal?”

Tyler rolled his eyes with a sigh, unable to give much of an answer after that was all said. He looked down at his nearly-nude body, and huffed with his muzzle slightly skewed. Even Jax shrugged his head and replied, “He’s got a point there, kitty-cat. You might as well get yourselves decorated while I check on our ‘Rudolph’...”

He nodded with another sigh, but was quick to pick up his paintbrush while Jax walked away. The goat smirked with a chuckle when he heard behind him, “Hey, Ty! TAKE THIS!”

“AaaiiieeeeEEEEE!! Hehehehe, Tyler! That tickles!”

“Good~”

“EEEEEEEEEE!!!~”

Jax almost stopped to turn around and watch the cheetahs getting into their little “Paint War,” but he knew those two would just distract him with their incestuous antics. Plus, he needed to check on Adrian after giving him a few choice items from his ‘Santa-Sack’ and sending him to the fitting room. He could still hear Tyson and Tyler giggling when he leaned in and knocked on the dressing stall door. “Hey, those aren’t too tight for you, are they? I think there are some straps to readjust the waistline if you need it.”

“Oh, I got that figured out already. Thanks though…” It took a few seconds for Adrian to unlock the door, but he stepped out freely after getting himself dressed. His work uniform was still folded on the bench in the stall, but the buck himself was now wearing a tight pair of spandex shorts made from dark-green sequins; the waist and leg-cuffs were wrapped in a fuzzy red fabric that looked similar to tinsel, leaving him looking rather festive from the waist-down. His pudgy chest was tightly coiled with multiple red and green leather straps, with both of his moobs sticking out a little though the gaps of his Holiday Harness.

“So, uhhh… w-what do you think?” Adrian looked nervous while stepping out in Jax’s chosen attire, his cheeks nearly as red as his outfit. “Heh heh…”

“Hmmmmm…” Jax smirked while humming to himself and tapping his chin in thought. “Not bad… Not bad at all~”

By that point, those giggles from the twins were starting to sound more like stifled moans and hungry gasps, though it was hard to tell from who in particular. Adrian’s ears perked up when he overheard the two, but Jax was able to keep him in check by clearing his throat. “So, are you still down for doing this? I know I already explained everything, but I really don’t wanna ruin a shoot because of you chickening out midway through.”

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m totally down with doing this…” Adrian smiled a bit more naturally, and even gave a little spin to show off his voluptuous form in the festive gear. “Hehehe~ So, did you want me to stay in the shorts, or…”

“Oh, I got plans for those! Don’t you worry…” Jax grew quite the devious grin behind his beard, and his eyes trailed up and down the buck’s body like a piece of meat. “Hmmmm… Did you want that accessory I mentioned now, or should I wait until we start filming?”

“Ummmm…” Adrian looked away with a deepening blush, while his lips tightly pursed in contemplation. “Do you… do you think it’ll fit by then?”

“Ohhhhh, I got my ways to make it happen~” Jax grinned more mischievously, and came to a decision before Adrian could. “You know what? Nevermind, I know what to do with you…”

Adrian tensed up with apprehension, but he had seen that hungry smile from the old goat before; and considering how amazingly things went for him in previous exploits, the buck was rearing to follow his instincts and trust Santa-Jax this time too. After breathing out in a pent-up shiver, he went to follow Jax when he saw the goat motioning his head elsewhere. Santa-Jax walked back towards the twins on the tarp, just as the two were getting themselves more acquainted with their paintbrushes.

“NnnnNNNGHHH!! Haahhh, HAAHHHH… OoooOOOooohhhhh~”

Tyler and Tyson were still standing upright, but the former was tensed up greatly with his eyes clenched, and his teeth gritted with a stifled groan. His brother was bent down so he could get his face in tightly against Tyler’s bare and spotted chest. Both of them had six nipples lining up and down their torsos in symmetrical rows, but the one standing more upright had much thicker, perkier ones that looked to be extremely sensitive. Or at least, that was how it was looking while Tyson moaned between his long and sensual licks. Between Tyler’s six slender nips, four distinct scar-lines could be seen amongst the inner-rows like faint pink ribbons against his yellow fur. Tyson was taking his time licking each and every one, while also getting his brother’s shorts yanked down to his ankles. “Mmmmmmnnnfffff…”

“Heh heh heh~ Take a look at this…” Jax pulled in the blushing buck to witness the depravity himself, all while grinning like a prideful Dad watching his sons getting along. “Awww, ain’t that sweet? Nothing like a little painting to get a couple of twins nice annnnNNNNNGHHHH!!!”

Jax reeled back with a startled wince when he saw Tyson reach down for his paintbrush, and then bring the handle up towards his brother’s crotch. Both Jax and Adrian gasped when they saw the cheetah blindly shove that thin handle beneath his brother’s fat, throbbing clit. Instead of full-blown penetrating Tyler with that thin art-tool, it instead began to slide into the feline’s urethra instead. And from the way Tyler’s ears twitched with a blushing chitter, as well as his arms wrapping around Tyson’s back even tighter, it seemed like he was all-in for some impromptu sounding action. “Mmmmmffffff… Ahhhhh,, yeah! Get in there, bro~”

Tyson didn’t need to be told twice, and he licked those mastectomy scars more ravenously while sliding his brush in deeper. It was only by a half-inch at most, but it was intense enough to make Tyler moan out and shudder in his brother’s embrace. The two kept rubbing one another during their “painting” session, which smeared a lot of the pieces they were already applying before things got too heated. Even though they had barely started, it looked like the two had each gotten a third of their bodies covered with a few different colors already.

“H-Holy…” Adrian stood with his face now redder than his outfit, while his green shorts sported a very noticeable tent at the front. Jax tried not to laugh when he saw the deer’s flustered response, mostly because he couldn’t blame him one bit. Tyson was really making his brother squeal with his tongue-lashings and brush-sounding at the same time, leaving the cheetah frozen and shivering on the tips of his toes. Meanwhile, Adrian wasn’t even able to blink as he stared at the two, his jaw becoming more agape with each passing second. “Whoa…”

“I know, right?” Jax nudged him from the side while keeping a prideful smirk. “Those two are amazing~ Total nymphos, and insatiable as fuck!”

“Nnnnfffff…” Tyson stopped licking his brother’s chest long enough to smirk back at Jax and Adrian. “Fuck yeah we are!”

“Which is where you come in, little bucky…” Jax turned his focus back to Adrian, while Tyson got back to his brother’s loving care. Tyler groaned even deeper when he felt his brother’s lips wrapping tightly around one of his top-nipples, as well as that thin brush swirling around a bit within his urethra. The ultra-sensitivity was too much for him to take, and he nearly collapsed on the floor while Tyson pressed his buttons like an overcaffeinated kid inside an elevator. Fortunately, Tyson kept a tight grip on Tyler so he wouldn’t fall or stumble mid-titillation. “You see,” continued the goat as he whispered into Adrian’s ear, “even though those two might prioritize one another… I can give you a front-row seat to the show~”

Even though he knew what that was likely going to entail, the buck was grinning blushedly and already nodding his head. “Heh… Yeah, alright. I’m definitely in~”

“Well, in that case…” Jax pointed away from the twins, allowing Adrian to notice the Santa-sack he still had on the shop floor. “I think my camcorder gear is in that bag somewhere. You know how to set that stuff up?”

“Actually yeah! I majored in Film back in college…” Adrian went over to the sack to retrieve the camera, which was inside a little professional-looking satchel. There was also a tripod in its own case, but the buck was quick to get everything situated as he placed the items on his counter. Meanwhile, Jax decided to pick up one of those brushes, and he began to paint across Tyson’s back. All he did was add the cheetah’s name, but that was more for himself so he wouldn’t lose track on who’s who.

“H-Hey!” Tyson felt that brush against his back, and he turned his head to say, “At least write something sexy back there!”

“NNNGHH, Ty! It’s poking me! POKING!”

“OH!” Tyson quickly re-angled the brush before that tip could become too painful, thankfully keeping Tyler in titillating pleasure. Tyson got back into groping and licking his brother across every inch his lips could reach. His hips grinded up against Tyler’s bare thigh, smearing precum across his fur while his little cock throbbed harshly. “Nnnnghhhh… Oooh, I can’t wait to fuck that slit on cam again~”

“Mmmmfffff…” Adrian’s hands were quivering while getting the camcorder set up on its tripod, but he was able to angle it towards the twins when he got the device turned on. After getting the focus and white-balancing in check, the buck huffed through his bitten lip while getting both cheetahs in the shot. With Tyson digging that brush so tightly inside his brother’s pisshole, and Tyler moaning like a bitch in heat and shoving his twin harder against his nipples, Adrian was already leaking through his tented shorts by the time he called out to Jax. “A-Alright! I, uhhh… I think I got it!”

“Ooh, nice!” After painting both twins’ names on their backs, Jax leaned in to place his paws between the twins. “Alright, boys!” He groaned a little while yanking the two apart. “Get back to painting, and I promise you’ll get to fuck as hard as you want when we start filming. Deal?”

“Deal!” chirped Tyson and Tyler at the same time, though the two ended up blushing with embarrassed giggles after Jax’s intervention. Tyler took a breath before reaching down himself, and grabbing that paintbrush his brother had shoved so far up his urethra. His clit was still throbbing all erect when he slowly slid that thin handle out, leaving his thighs drenched with his tangy juices. Tyson almost lunged back in to get a good taste of his brother’s nectar, but a strong clearing of Jax’s throat prompted him to get back to painting instead.

“Now then…” Santa-Jax walked up to Adrian and the camera, but not before taking one of the red paint-tubes from the twins’ tarp setup. “Hey, that gas station up the street, do they have a freezer section by any chance?”

“Uhhhh…” Adrian blinked a couple times and stared back at him all befuddled. “Uhhh… Yeah? Of course they do, what convenience store doesn’t?”

“Hmph…” Jax just grinned with his eyes narrowing on the buck intensely. “Okay, little smart-mouth…”

The goat grabbed hold of Adrian’s harness, yanking him hard enough to make the buck yelp out in surprise. Jax was still grinning lewdly when he got in close to his face, and growled out, “Just for that sass, I’m gonna make sure you really deserve it~”

[hr]

Five Minutes Later…

“Alright, is everyone ready?”

“Yep!” “Yes, Sir!”

Tyson and Tyler, still trembling after keeping their paws to themselves for several minutes, were antsy as fuck while standing completely nude and grinning wide. Both of their bodies were smeared in several colors of paint that coated most of their slender forms, looking like a couple of abstract art pieces with near-matching erections. Tyson’s cock may have technically been “bigger” than his brother’s fat clit, but it was also much more slender and meek-looking at its four-inch length. Meanwhile, Tyler’s meaty T-Dick was carrying an impressive girth as it stood over his drooling slit, his folds glistening in need of some more brotherly love.

“How about you, Adrian?” Jax turned his head to see how the buck was doing after all the restraints were applied. “You feeling any discomfort at all? ‘Cause I need to know now before I start filming.”

“Uhh, I think I’m good…” Adrian was still wearing his kinky attire, but now he was tied up against one of the metal support beams inside of the shop. Since the beam was already decorated to look like a red and white-striped candy cane, it made sense to include it as a holiday prop. In addition, Adrian happened to know where some spare Christmas lights were stored, so they were used to tie him up securely like a bundle of rope. The buck’s arms and legs were all tightly bound in place, while his midsection and crotch were left uncovered with the camera pointed towards him.

He also had a red and green pup-hood wrapped over his face, which was actually a store-exclusive item that Jax purchased without hesitation. Thankfully the hood didn’t interfere with his antlers, and the red-tip at the end of the muzzle-guard really added to the Reindeer aesthetic. After taking a moment to readjust himself, he nodded more affirmatively while the lights were all turned on. “Yeah, I’m not feeling any burns or tugging.”

“Good! Good…” Jax came up with another one of the shop’s “specialty items,” which happened to be a ball-gag that was decorated to look like a Christmas ornament. While getting the strap around the back of Adrian’s head, he said, “Now, if you need to be let out, just give a little tap to those jingle-bells by your feet, alright?”

Adrian nodded, and took a breath before opening his muzzle wide. Jax got the rubber bulb stuffed inside of his maw, and adjusted the straps so it would remain firmly lodged between his outstretched lips. As soon as the gag was strapped in place, the goat pointed down to the small handle of jingle-bells he had set up on a little stand. It was just within range of Adiran’s hanging ankles, and a small jerk of his foot was all he needed to hit those bells and make it ring loudly.

“Ahh, there we go!” Happy to see that the safety element was working as intended, Jax smiled wide and nodded to the gagged clerk. “Hopefully that’ll be the only time you need to use that. You ready?~”

Adrian was blushing hard in his bondage, but he took a breath through his nostrils before nodding flusteredly. “Mmmhmm~”

“Alrighty then! Let’s get this show on the road~” Jax gave buck a reassuring pat on the head, as well as the two cheetahs before picking up the remote to his camera. The camcorder across the tarped floor turned on with the red light illuminating at the top, indicating that the device was currently recording. Adrian closed his eyes with a deep breath, while Jax took the center of the shot in his sleazy Santa suit.

“Welcome, boys and girls! Santa-Jax is here to give you naughty viewers something to REALLY stuff your stockings! Heh heh~” The old goat stood proudly in the middle of the sex-shop, and let the camera get a good shot of him standing with his Santa-pants tenting quite a bit. Tyler and Tyson were standing on opposite ends of the tarp beside Jax, wearing nothing but the body-paint coating their bodies, as well as a couple of dorky-looking green elf-hats on top of their heads. While the two stood with big smiles and their paws against their hips, flaunting their bodies without any shame, Jax pointed to the camera to address his viewers. “And tonight, I’m VERY pleased to introduce a little ‘Reindeer’ I’m hoping will join my flock…”

Jax only needed to take one step to the side, revealing Adrian tied to the support beam that the goat was standing in front of. The buck was unidentifiable under his pup-hood, and the gag kept his voice faint and muffled while groaning with a strong flex against his restraints. Despite his precarious position, his erection was just as noticeable as Jax’s while writhing his hips back and forth. Santa-Jax just grinned wider and pointed to the squirming deer, introducing him properly. “This little reindeer already has a name planned, but first… He needs to be set up for proper training~”

That was when Jax reached behind him, and pulled out something he had stashed in his back-pocket: A cheap gas-station popsicle with a tacky wrapper called a ‘Sno-Man Pop’. Even though it had a detailed-looking depiction of a cartoon snowman on the packaging, it was a plain-looking hunk of white ice wrapped around a popsicle stick. Jax took a moment to give the frozen treat a couple of testing licks, and shrugged with a pleased smirk before sucking it more enthusiastically. He only fellated the popsicle for a couple of seconds, but he made sure to stare directly at the camera the entire time with a couple perks of his brows.

“Aaahhhhh… Not bad~” Jax slid the popsicle out with one final tongue-flick, before grinning wide and bringing the treat down to the “reindeer’s” waiting crotch.

“NNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!” Adrian clenched his eyes and squirmed especially hard with a helpless groan through his gag. Even though he was wearing shorts, the thin fabric did nothing to deflect the intense cold of that frozen rod pressing up against his cock. His entire body tensed up against those Christmas lights, but he thankfully wasn’t able to break out of his bondage. The cold, drool-coated treat was smeared up and down the underside of the buck’s shaft, causing him to thrash and spasm with his cheeks blushing profusely. “Nnnnfffffff! Nnnghhh! NNNGHHH!!”

“What’s that? I can’t hear you with that gag in your mouth, Aiken~” Santa Jax kept going with perverted glee, and dragged that popsicle up and down that twitching tent. Even though Adrian was squirming hard with his moans intensifying through his gag, the camera was able to get a good view of that bulge as it began diminishing in size. Slowly but surely, that throbbing tent started to become less girthy, with every pulsation causing it to also shrink down against that cold hunk of ice. Jax turned his grin back towards the camera, while Tyson and Tyler could be heard snickering at the buck’s helpless predicament. “Just a liiiiiiiiiiitle bit more, and you’ll be soft enough to get yourself ready~”

Usually when filming a porno scene, it was important to get all the performers hard before filming; but in this particular case, Santa-Jax was basically serving as an “Anti-Fluffer” of sorts, getting his volunteer as un-erect as he could in the first couple minutes of the video. Fortunately, he was able to get that serviceable cock softened up surprisingly quickly, and he got the crotch of those shorts smeared in spittle and cheap sugar before yanking them down.

“NNNNGHHH!!~” The buck reeled against the pole with another hot-sounding moan through his gag, but his shrunken dicklet could barely even twitch while hanging as a cold little nub. Since the taboo of being exposed so blatantly was making Adrian’s heart race, Jax knew that he only had a few seconds before all that blood redirected downward. So before that cold and shrunken member could get the chance to get erect again, the goat got another lovely gift prepared for his “lucky” reindeer.

“Alright, just a sec…” Jax quickly got the item strapped around Adrian’s privates, being careful not to accidentally pinch or clip anything when he got a band around the back of the deer’s ballsack. And with a single metallic click of the device closing shut, as well as a small heart-shaped lock clipping the casing in place, the reindeer’s name suddenly made much more sense.

“And, there we have it! I give you, Aiken the Red-Caged Reindeer~”

“Mmmmmmffffff…” Adrian (aka “Aiken”) was blushing hard, but it was near-impossible to tell through his festive-looking pup-hood. Since his shorts were now hanging around his shins, his bare crotch was left completely visible with a metal chastity-cage strapped around his member. The polished metal was bright-red, which made his locked-up cock stand out just as brightly as the literal lights binding his limbs. Tyler and Tyson both gave an amused-sounding “Oooohs~” to that cute little cage, with one of them even clapping his hands like he just saw Jax perform a magic trick.

“Heh heh~ Now, we can start the REAL training!” Jax made sure that the cage was safely applied, before stepping away so the cheetah twins could take focus. “See, if a naughty little reindeer like Aiken here wants the chance to join my crew, he needs to prove he can control himself. And what’s the best way to show some impressive control?~”

Santa-Jax nodded before Tyson and Tyler stepped in, looking at one another with hungry grins and eager twitches of their erections. As the two got up close to one another, Jax said with a jolly ol’ grin, “By trying to keep your load around two ACTUAL twins fucking each other!”

Before Jax could give any direction, the twins lunged in for a tight, passionate embrace. Their muzzles connected to share a deep kiss, but their tongues quickly came into play as they began their lengthy makeout session. The brothers wrapped their arms around one another, smearing around that paint even more to leave their fur a sticky tye-dye mess. Their hips pressed in tightly while taking the focal point of the camera, with the undersides of Tyson’s little cock and Tyler’s clit frotting together with rampant twitches on both ends. Tyson’s precum was spurting out to coat his brother’s fat clit, while his tip tried sliding underneath where those tender folds were winking in wait.

“Hoohhhh, hoooohhh, HOOOoohhhh~” Santa-Jax cackled while leaning against the beam that the bound buck was tied up against. “Yeah, get yourself a goooooood look at my little elves getting it on! Because they’re not gonna stop until you shoot through your cage~”

“MmmMMMmmmphhhh…” Aiken the Red-Caged Reindeer was squirming restlessly against the Christmas lights, and his breaths were coming out hot and rapid through his flaring nostrils. His eyes were half-lidded while gawking at those two vivacious twins, while his red cage twitched hard against his writhing waist. His cock was already swelling painfully hard inside of that chastity cage, with parts of his shaft and head pushing out through the gaps. And since the metal cage itself was curved downward to discourage any erection, every harsh throb was bad enough to leave the buck truly “Aiken” the longer he stayed gagged and bound. “Nnnnnghhhhh…”

“Yeah, that’s right…” Santa-Jax licked his lips while looking between Aiken and the incestuous twins. “Mmmmmm… There you go, get it in there!”

“Aaaahhhhh!!~” Tyson belted out a slutty moan the moment his lips collided with his brother’s. Given how petite his cute little dicklet was, he was able to easily slip it inside of Tyler’s slit while that clit continued throbbing. Tyler squirmed while clinging to his brother like a leech, his hungry cunt hugging his twin’s girth as he felt fresh pre pumping inside. Their moans intensified inside of each other’s mouths, neither of them stopping their rabid tongue-thrashes while Tyson made penetration. In a matter of seconds, the cheetahs proved their natural swiftness while still standing, with Tyson keeping a tight grip on his brother’s hips and pounding him with all of his might. “NnnnnNNNGHHHH!!!”

“Aaahhhhh!! AAHHHHH!!~” Tyler finally pulled his lips away with a wet pop, just to reel his head back and moan in rapture. Still locked in his brother’s embrace, he made sure to thrust his hips in just as hard as Tyson was. That little cock was pistoning in and out of his slit like a jackhammer, while Tyler’s arousal began to leak out and soak through the fur across his inner-thighs. “OoooOOOooohhh~ Oh yeah… Oh yeah, FUCK ME!!~”

Tyson lunged back in to deliver another ravenous kiss to his brother’s moaning muzzle. Tyler reciprocated just as eagerly, and their hips kept smacking each other like a couple of action figures being flung around in a doctor’s waiting room. Aiken went wide-eyed as he stared at the cheetahs’ rampant fucking, almost expecting to see some smoke between their legs from the friction burns alone. The twins kept going with absolute vigor, shoving their tongues inside of each other’s mouths and trying to get as many thrusts between them per second. If it wasn’t for that strap holding the gag inside of the buck’s mouth, it would’ve fallen out from how much his jaw went agape.

“Yeah, I fucking KNOW, right?~” Santa-Jax laughed and nudged the bound and groaning deer with his elbow. “Heh~ Those two are crazy hot for each other! I’ve never seen that kind of enthusiasm without cocaine.”

The twins’ hyper-fuck session went on for about… thirty seconds if Jax was wanting to be generous. It was the kind of efficiency that two brothers so in-sync could have only developed through years of practice, and likely years more worth of pure longing. Their love for one another was just as intense as their passionate thrusting, which refused to let up until Tyson tensed up with a sharp groan. His hips finally froze up with a harsh spasm, and the cheetah’s eyes clenched shut while pushing in as deep as he could. “HNNNGHHH!! I… Imgonna!~”

“Aaaahhhhh!!~ Yeah, shoot it in me, bro!” Tyler wrapped his extended leg even tighter against his brother’s back, pushing every inch of that petite little cock through his hungry slit. He could feel the rapid throbs of his twin’s length against his folds, but he was able to hold himself upright while clutching Tyson’s tight embrace. The two hugged each other as they shared that all-too familiar peak, both of their eyes clutched shut while moaning out in unison. Their groaning mouths made contact once more for that final kiss, just as Tyson’s hips delivered those last few thrusts to shoot deep inside.

The fraternal fornicators fizzled out at the fruition of their feverish fusion, and their frantic fuck-fest finally faltered at a fleeting frequency. Their muzzles were still lewdly connected as they glanced over at the camera, giving the lens a good look at their identical faces while they tasted each other’s drooling tongues. Tyson and Tyler remained tightly connected with their hips twitching weakly, all while Aiken stared down at them with his eyes nearly bulging out of his pup-hood. Speaking of bulging, the deer’s cock was still straining against every inch of the interior of his cage, with the metal completely undeterred in the slightest.

“Aaaaahhhhh… Mmmmmm~” Tyson gave one last thrust between his brother’s legs, burying himself as deep as he could while shuddering from the last of his load seeping out. Tyler purred loudly and hugged his twin with a loving nuzzle against his neck. The two were still standing with Tyson holding up most of their weight, but they remained snugly connected with Tyler hugging that still-stiff cock and keeping it where it belonged. They also went back to kissing as they took that moment to recompose themselves, leaving the deer hanging confusedly with his head tilted.

“Hmph~ I hope you don’t think you passed the Reindeer test THAT easily…”

Even though Tyson and Tyler already “finished,” Santa-Jax was still grinning wide while eyeing Adrian up and down. When the buck’s eyes finally gazed back at him, Jax was holding his popsicle from earlier and giving it a teasing lick. “Mmmmmm… If you recall correctly, I said that they’re not going to stop until you shoot through your cage…”

The twins were still making out, but their moaning voices were already starting to sound more heated amongst their smacking lips and flickering tongues. Tyson was still squirming his hips tightly against his brother’s, clearly still hard enough to keep those folds nice and slick with his spent load. Tyler was moaning deeply inside of his sibling’s mouth, eager to feel another barrage of thrusts to better press his buttons. The cheetahs continued to kiss each other with their hips pressing in closer, all while Santa-Jax growled hungrily into Aiken’s twitching ear:

“I’m not letting up on you until THEY’RE satisfied, understand? Unless you kick those bells, I’m gonna try to make you bust through that cage~”

“HrrrRRMMMPHHH!!~” Aiken squirmed hotly in his bondage, his head thrashing back and forth with drool seeping from his gag. But despite how hard his body may have been convulsing against the pole, his ankles remained tightly curled up with his feet far away from the jingle-bells. Meanwhile, his hips were trying to thrust out with his chastity cage working exactly as intended. His cock was bunching up even more painfully within the unforgiving metal confines, while a thin string of precum started to seep out and hang from the tip…

And as soon as Jax reached down with the popsicle still in his paw, Aiken shrieked out through his gag when he felt that intense coldness against his balls. “MMMMMMMMFFFFFFFF!!!~”

“Heh heh~ If you wanna be Santa’s reindeer, you gotta handle the cold!” Santa-Jax was cackling like the horny old goat he was, and his popsicle was nestling up tightly against the underside of the deer’s balls. Aiken thrashed and squirmed harder against those string-lights, but his hips weren’t able to jerk his privates away from that frozen treat. In addition, Jax used his other paw to effortlessly slip in something he snatched from the store’s discount shelf. It looked like a small egg-shaped bulb of metal, which had a thin black wire sticking out from the bottom with the other end connected to a remote.

“Just one moment…” While the twins were still getting themselves ready for Round Two, Jax got a bottle of lubricant uncapped so he could give that little toy a generous coating. Not only was Santa-Jax able to clutch the lubed-up egg tightly in his fist, but also have two digits extended when he got in between the buck’s legs. Aiken gasped with his eyes clenched shut, but he remained in place with a muffled groan while feeling that immense pressure against his tailhole. His knees widened apart to give the goat more room, and he took a deep breath through his nostrils while getting himself ready. Jax groaned with a firm press of his thumb, but he made sure to be out of the way so the camera got a prime shot of that egg sliding through the reindeer’s opening. “Aaaaannnnndddd… THERE! That wasn’t so bad, was it?~”

Aiken groaned even harder through his gag, and his eyes rolled back while squirming with a hot blush through his pup-hood. His tight, puckering hole was given a better view when Jax helped to lift up the buck’s legs, exposing just how supple it looked while shimmering with lube. The black wire sticking out led directly to the remote now clutched in Jax’s paw, while his other paw finally pulled his popsicle away. Not minding where it just was, he sucked on the treat while smirking with a huff. “Hmph…”

With that, Santa-Jax turned that remote on, and immediately got it to a medium-setting with that egg buzzing audibly inside of Aiken. “NNNNNNFFFFFFF!!!~”

The buck gasped once more through his gag, and he spasmed relentlessly from that little toy vibrating with surprising intensity. The titillating buzz was reverberating through every inch of his insides, particularly around his prostate as he felt himself throbbing uncontrollably. Even with his balls still freezing, he couldn’t stop his cock from straining even worse inside of his cage…

“NNNNGHHHH!!” “AaaaAAAHHHH!! OH YEAH, TYSON! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!~”

It was barely even a minute of down-time, but both cheetahs were already rearing for more. Tyson’s hips delivered another rapid barrage of thrusts into his twin, pistoning that snatch hard enough to leave Tyler reeling in ecstasy. His cum proved to be the perfect lube as he continued pounding his brother’s cunt, their hips bouncing off each other to make meaty smacks that rippled loudly across the store. Tyler quickly got himself involved just as enthusiastically, and was able to rock his hips against his brother’s in a rapid rhythm that would’ve made the most talented percussionists green with envy.

-PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!-

“NNNNNFFFFFFF!!!~” Aiken was clearly struggling to hold himself still, especially when his needy cries were being overshadowed so loudly by the twins’ primal pounding. Tyson and Tyler were getting more theatrical with their fucking, grinning like a couple of cocky nymphos while they stuck out their tongues and flicked against each other’s for the camera. The two also made sure to shoot sultry stares the reindeer’s way, making sure that he knew they were going so hard for his viewing pleasure. The cheetahs’ quick romp was nearly too much for him to take, and he had to squint away from the two while reeling against the beam helplessly. “Mmmmmmm--NNNNGHHHH!!!~”

Just as he was about to try riding through his edging pleasure with a sense of stability, Santa-Jax got him tensing up even harder when he turned up the knob on his remote. “Heh~ I thought it was already on the highest setting! Here we go~”

The buzzing inside of the buck became twice as loud as before, almost sounding like he got a hornet-nest shoved up his ass. His body certainly thrashed like that was a literal comparison, with his eyes clenching shut and his hips writhing like mad. Santa Jax was lucky to find a spreader-bar for sale on the back wall behind the counter, which he used to keep Aiken’s knees nice and spread for better viewing on the camera. His caged cock was still fully visible, twitching and drooling pre while the twins fucked themselves silly in front of it.

“AAAHHHHH!! Mmmmmffff… Come on, Aiken~” Tyson broke away from his brother’s kissing and shot a hungry grin up at the deer. He was pounding that wet slit mercilessly, and leaving Tyler a moaning mess as he clung to his brother like a safety harness. But even with sweat beading down his blushing brow, the cheetah was smirking lustfully over at the gagged deer and trying to goad him on. “Heh… I know you wanna cum, big guy. You should go for it~”

“Hmph… Y-Yeah…” Tyler was being pounded hard enough for his eyes to keep rolling back, but he was able to show an equally sly grin for Aiken to get flustered over. “Aaahhhhh~ S-Shoot your load, little buck! Nnnfffff… W-We both WANT you to!”

“Hehehehehehe…” Santa-Jax was giggling like a schoolgirl while playing with that remote, hopeful that his toy was vibrating right against the buck’s prostate. Though to Adrian’s credit, he was actually holding his composure surprisingly well under so much duress. Of course, he was also able to see how badly that cock was bulging inside of that cage, undoubtedly going to end up with some waffle-marks for a while when it gets removed later. And with Aiken’s balls hanging bunched-up underneath the cage, still slathered with the remnants of drool and syrup from Jax’s popsicle, the goat decided to help incentivize his squirming reindeer a little bit more.

“Nnnghhh, god dammit…” Due to age, Jax’s knees audibly popped when he groaned and got himself on his knees. Now kneeling before Aiken’s bondage, his bearded muzzle was able to get in underneath that cage with his mouth open, and his tongue already sticking out. “Now then… let’s see if you handle this…”

Santa-Jax got right up between Aiken’s thrashing thighs, and his mouth wrapped around those balls to begin sucking. The old goat groaned with his eyes closed, savoring the taste of that sugary sack as he swirled his tongue across the wrinkly skin. His scraggly beard and reverberating voice only intensified the sensation while the buck moaned deeply around his gag, his head thrashing back and forth uncontrollably. Fortunately, despite how badly his legs were kicking from the titillating pleasure, neither of his feet got even close to those jingle-bells nearby.

“Mmmffffffff~” Jax sucked on those balls as tentatively as he could, carefully pursing his lips around the base while his tongue slathered both orbs nonstop. Aiken couldn’t stop panting through his nostrils, and his eyes were glued on those twins as they reached their second peak. Tyson and Tyler were kissing each other when their frantic thrusts started to falter once more, and their eyes both closed tightly. Adrian groaned through his gag the moment he saw Tyson spasming between his brother’s legs, and his ears twitched when he overheard the twins’ muffled moans into each other’s mouths.

“MmmmmMMMFFFF!!~” Still connected to his brother’s muzzle, Tyson reached his second climax while Santa-Jax was still tasting the reindeer’s sack. His hips burrowed deep between Tyson’s legs, while the cheetah’s insides were given another thorough plastering of his twin’s splooge. Both of them moaned out when Tyler was given a secondary filling, their bodies trembling while a small stream of cum trickled out from between them. While their bodies remained interlocked in such a tense embrace, the two kept making out with their eyes closed. “Mmmmmmmm…”

Poor Aiken wasn’t able to move an inch while writhing against the pole, and he felt like his cock was going to explode inside his cage from the sheer pressure alone. It didn’t help that Jax was keeping a sturdy grip on the buck’s thighs, which helped to stop him from thrashing while giving those balls a good taste-testing. A couple strings of precum shot out with surprising power, spurting far enough to land across the back of Jax’s Santa suit. But when the goat finally pulled those balls out of his mouth with a wet pop, which caused Adrian to groan and squirm from the sudden coldness hitting his wet sack, Jax wiped his smirking lips with the back of his sleeve. “Heh~ You’re very lucky, kid. I can tell you’re still holding on…”

Aiken was still trembling with his eyes clenched shut, but he was able to breathe out shakily through his nostrils in a sigh of relief. He could feel every nerve in his cock tingling while he throbbed and pulsated so hard inside of that cage, with each second intensifying that feeling of pressure and inescapable strain. That vibrating egg was still buzzing like mad inside of him, but that additional stimulation didn’t seem to be enough to make him shoot through his bondage. Aside from those measly couple of strings clinging to Jax’s jacket, it appeared that the buck was able to last through two of the twins’ heated sessions. Sure, that locked cock was shaking more than a soda can left in the freezer for too long, but it was still trying to stand stiff inside of that curved cage…

Unfortunately, when Aiken made the mistake of looking down at his penis to make sure he was doing okay, that was when Santa-Jax whipped out his thick, uncut cock right in front of him. The goat’s fat, musky member was girthy enough that his paw couldn’t close around it, and the veins trailing across his shaft were bulging out from how hard he was throbbing. His foreskin was pulled back to flaunt that plump, gushing head with precum already smeared all over. His digits were quickly coated with the slick pre, while the sight of that ripe and intimidating cock drove Aiken into a frenzy.

“HrrrrRRRMMPHHHH!!~” The deer bucked his hips with a couple of eager thrusts, but wasn’t able to seep out anything too preemptive from his locked member. Meanwhile, Santa-Jax leaned in hips-first, and frotted the top of that straining cage with his much-larger and freely-erect cock. The underside of his girthy beast rubbed up against the curved metal ridges, which caused Aiken’s member to twitch and spasm helplessly on camera. Tyson and Tyler were already getting back into it for their third romp, but both of them giggled when they saw how badly the buck was struggling under Santa-Jax’s yule-log.

“Well, won’cha look at that? Those twins already came twice each, and you’re still holding strong! Not bad, little ‘Aiken’... Not bad at all~”

“NnnnNNNNnnnghhhh…” The buck clenched his eyes and shivered more erratically. By that point, his entire chin was soaked in his own drool while that gag was keeping his muzzle lodged open. Meanwhile, his cage was starting to leak just as profusely the more that Jax grinded himself up against it. The goat’s musky stench was clinging to Aiken’s fur, marking him with that ripe stench of testosterone and causing his nostrils to flare out repeatedly. And all around his leaky cage, every single gap between the metal bars was filled with the buck’s cock as it tried pushing out against every square inch.

“Hmph~” Santa-Jax glanced back at Tyson and Tyler, who were already back to thrusting their bodies and going for a third fuck-session unprompted. Aiken’s eyes were narrowing back on the two, while his hips continued to writhe and convulse from his cock’s pent-up throbs. Even with that sturdy cage in place, Jax could tell from looking at the deer’s cock that he was teetering on the absolute brink. “You better try holding on, little buck… Otherwise, I’m gonna have to go even HARDER on your chubby ass~”

“Hnnnghhhh… NNNFFFFFFF!!” Aiken’s eyes clenched shut behind his pup-hood, and he quivered against Santa-Jax’s cock with a shrill-sounding groan. The twins were still making out sloppily, but both of them looked over at the bound buck when they overheard his trembling cries. Aiken was tensing up hard, and Jax refused to let up when it came to frotting his cage. More precum was spurting out from the tip, but it was minimal compared to what the goat was smearing all across that locked-up crotch. “MmmmMMMMMM!!~”

“Ooh, are you gonna shoot through the cage? Well, you better be careful…” That was when Jax yanked in Aiken’s head by one of his antlers, and he growled into his ear, “The last guy who shot through his cage ended up getting fisted~”

“NnnnnNNNNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!”

Aiken the Red-Caged Reindeer tried as hard as he could, but Santa-Jax’s looming threat was too much for him to take. His entire body locked up, and he howled through his gag while reeling his head back with his eyes rolling intensely. His cock bulged against the interior of his cage as hard as it could, and eventually reached its peak while all his limbs were tensing against the Christmas lights. Just as his groan hit the crescendo, a hefty rope of cum shot out with tremendous force, getting enough range to actually hit Santa-Jax right across his beard.

“WHOA! Ha ha ha ha!~” Santa-Jax was taken aback by that enthusiastic cumshot, but he definitely wasn’t upset either. He ended up laughing raspily like a smoker’s cough, and was quick to swipe that load off his beard with an amused smirk. After turning his sights back towards the camera, he perked his brows before licking up that cum from his paw slowly. “Aaaaahhhhhh… Yeah, that’s the kind of eggnog THIS Santa prefers~”

-Vvvv! Vvvv! Vvvv!-

“Ooh!~” Jax immediately perked up when he heard those distinct vibrations from his phone, which was resting on the shop counter just out of shot. He pulled himself away from the buck’s squirming body, leaving him a moaning mess while he sauntered away with his dick dangling out. “Shit, I think that might be them!”

The cheetah twins both gasped and froze in place, their eyes widening while smiling at each other elatedly. “Oh my gosh!” “Wait, BOTH of them?!”

Aiken was still hanging from the beam with his head looming down, but he glanced over at Jax with a raised brow. “Hrmmphhh?”

“Oh! They’re right outside!”

While Tyson and Tyler beamed excitedly, finally stopping their fucking quickly enough for their bodies to yank off sounding like velcro, Santa-Jax chuckled while peering back at the bound buck with a more devilish grin.

“Well, Aiken… I think you’re gonna have to get some more training with another Reindeer~”

-Ding, Ding! Ding, Ding!-

Once again, after Jax unlocked the front doors, the bells rang out once more to make Adrian’s ears twitch antsily. He was still hanging a few inches off the ground while tied up to the support-beam of the shop, his ball-gag dripping nearly as bad as his chastity cage. Even though he just came, he was still dealing with the nerve-wracking aftershocks while he trembled in his bondage with no means of touching himself. He was lucky that Jax remembered to turn off that vibrating egg in his ass, but the smooth bulb was still nestled deep inside of him and pressed up tightly against his prostate. All he could do was needily throb inside of his cage, squeezing out those final drops while moaning tiredly through the rubber bulb. “Mmmmphhhh…”

His head was hanging down while his eyes were closed, and his nostrils were flaring from his deep, tired breaths through his snout. However, when he heard Jax’s footsteps clomping back towards the makeshift set, he perked his head up when he heard a couple other voices following the goat’s.

“Heh~ Nicely done, Jaxxie! I really like the lights set up like that…”

“Ooooooh! Very festive! Oh, hey Tyler and Tyson!~”

The cheetah twins were still tightly connected to each other, but Tyson was able to slip out his cock long enough to remain “formal” between shots. He still couldn’t resist groping his identical brother with his paws rubbing up and down his sides, all while his little cock rubbed against his thighs teasingly. Tyler wanted to get his brother back in there to finish up their third romp, but he resigned himself to just hugging Tyson and nibbling the nape of his neck. “Heeeyyyyyy, Joshie~” Tyson wriggled the digits of his paw while pointing at the two entering behind Jax. “OOOOHHH!! Tyler, look! LOOK!”

“Hmm?~” Tyler may have been enamored with his sibling’s natural musk while dry-humping his leg, but he took immediate notice of how wide his brother’s eyes got looking elsewhere. When the twin turned his head, he gasped with a look just as stunned as his brother. “OH MY GOSH!~”

Both cheetahs beamed with heavy blushes, nearly squeeing like a couple kitties at a K-Pop concert. Their enthusiastic reactions were enough to make Adrian reopen his eyes, before he also gasped around his gag. The three stared over at Santa-Jax’s special guests, while the old goat stood with a haughty grin and his dick still sticking out of his pants.

“Hmph~ What, you think Santa only has one Reindeer?”

Jax stepped aside so his friends could walk past, inviting them to the set while the camera was still on. The two Dobermans who stepped onto the tarp were familiar faces, even with one of them wearing the same red & green pup-hood as the one Adrian was currently wearing. The smaller Doberman was also donning the same type of chest-harness with a matching jockstrap, though he had to include a fake pair of antlers on top of his head to make the “Reindeer” look complete. Meanwhile, the taller and older-looking canine was grinning wide in his trademark getup: Black leather jacket with matching biker cap, tight jeans that hugged every inch of his legs and bulge, and black leather boots matching Santa-Jax’s pair. In fact, the only “Holiday-themed” part of his outfit was the tank-top beneath his jacket, which had a cartoon picture of Santa Claus wearing a ball-gag with the caption “Hoe Hoe Hoe” underneath.

“Ahhh, I hope you don’t mind the wait…” Both of the doberman’s paws were holding a wrapped gift-package the size of a shoebox, which looked to be heavy enough for him to be lugging against his waist. He kept a smile while looking over at the twins cheerfully. “My trusty ‘Reindeer’ here told me that you guys were planning a shoot, so I wanted to swing by and see how my newest employees are doing on camera~”

Tyler and Tyson grinned with antsy giggles, not getting the chance to meet their new boss in person until now. Aside from a couple of video-calls the two made with him while he was on business trips, neither of them had the chance to see the dobie in all his Daddy-Dog glory. The sight was magnificent to say the least, especially with his son standing with kinky pride right beside him. The brothers held claws even tighter, nodding their heads respectfully.

“T-Thank you again for this opportunity, Sir!” “Your son is amazing~”

“Heh heh~ Yeah, I know! Outstanding application videos, by the way!” The older canine nudged his son with a sincere smile. “Fuckin’ proud of ya, boy! You performed like a true pro.”

“Aww, c-come on…” The young dobie squirmed with a flustered smile, which just made the twins snicker playfully at his sheepish response. Tyler nodded back to the older one with a strong, affirming nod to match his cocky smile.

“A’hem…” Even though he wasn’t necessarily upset with his friend’s BDSM “Daddy-Dog” gear, Santa-Jax had a flat stare at the underdressed canine. “David, I know for a fact that I bought you a Santa hat this month! Why didn’t you bring that?”

“What, and lose trademark appeal?~” The older Doberman just shrugged with a cocky smirk and pointed to his biker cap. “This hat helps gain ten percent more viewers on average! Joshua ran the numbers himself~”

He patted the younger canine on the back, smiling down at him proudly. Joshua blushed hard through his pup-hood, but smiled up at him with an appreciative nod. “Heh~ Thanks, Dad.”

“Soooooo…” The Father held his gift-box with both paws again, keeping it secure as he looked around and surveyed the scene. He huffed with an impressed smirk when he saw Adrian hanging off those Christmas lights, and he took a moment to make sure the knots were safely applied to the deer’s limbs. He also shot a cheeky nod towards both of the twins, looking them up and down before chuckling in delight. “... Heh heh~ Hopefully you didn’t wreck your brother too badly there, Tyson.”

Tyson giggled and bushed while looking away bashfully. Tyler squirmed in his brother’s embrace, but he managed to answer his new employer with a confident smile. “D-Don’t worry, Mister David, Sir. I’ve taken WAY more loads from him on a slow day!”

“I’m sure you have~” The canine smiled with pride, but he made sure to motion towards the camera and note, “And don’t be afraid to call me ‘Daddy-Dog’ while the cameras are rolling.”

Tyler nodded flusteredly, but kept his smile while his brother asked, “So, should we keep going, or…”

Both David and Jax scoffed with strong eye-rolls, having already learned of the twins’ insatiability so shortly after hiring them. The Doberman looked over at his buddy and asked, “So, how many times did they fuck already?”

“Technically three, though they only came twice before you two showed up…” Jax was sure that the two could keep going for another few rounds before needing a proper break, but his brow raised curiously when he glanced over at them. “Hmmm… Would you two rather have Daddy-Dog as a Director, or as a Co-Star?~”

Tyson and Tyler gasped while holding both paws with shocked looks of glee. Joshua snickered in his pup-hood when he saw their beaming faces, only imagining how badly they’d want such an opportunity. Even though the two were hired earlier this month, neither of them had the chance to do a scene with Daddy-Dog just yet. But since the canine returned from his latest business trip, his outfit should’ve been a big clue that he was here for a distinct reason. Not to mention, he was still holding that red and green-wrapped present…

He narrowed his eyes on the twins with a wide, hungry grin while seeing both of their faces blush profusely. “Weeelllllllll?~”

Tyson and Tyler didn’t even need to look at each other to come to an agreement. The two instantly yanked themselves off each other, and stood side-by-side to face the older gentlemen. Both of them answered at the same time, “Co-Star, please!”

David and Santa-Jax laughed out-loud, while Josh had to look away with a giggle of his own. The goat was the first one to speak up, and he went back towards Adrian’s bondage after patting David on the back. “Heh, well in that case, I think we might need to do some readjustments for our next scene…”

While Santa-Jax got to work undoing the buck’s string-lights, the older doberman motioned for his son to go join him. Since Josh was already in the same outfit as Adrian, all he needed to do was nod with a smile before leaning in to give David a loving peck on the lips. The Father reciprocated that by wrapping an arm tightly around Josh’s back, and pulling him in for a much deeper kiss. The younger canine moaned with a strong roll of his eyes, and he tightened his grip to deliver a more proper kiss to those dominant lips.

“Mmmmmm…” Even though Josh was supposed to help out Santa-Jax, he ended up making out with his Dad for a good minute or so while the twins watched with envy. Tyson and Tyler groaned through bitten lips while watching them with heavy blushes, loving the incestuous sight that made them tighten their paws in each other’s grasps. Of course, when the father and son finally pulled their muzzles back, with a thin string of saliva connecting their outstretched tongues, both of them were smirking confidently when they went to different ends of the set.

“Alright, help me get him down!” Santa-Jax finished untying Adrian, and Joshua got him down to his bare feet on the floor once more. With the camera still rolling, David went across the tarp so he could take position just out of the shot for his “entrance” scene. After checking Adrian’s wrists and ankles to make sure there were no marks, Jax smirked with an amused huff and asked, “So, are you alright with keeping the cage on?”

Adrian opened his muzzle, but stayed silent when he glanced down at his bare crotch. His metal cage was still bulging with his spent cock pushing against the cage’s interior; but at the same time, that titillating pressure was probably the biggest thing keeping him from getting drowsy following his orgasm. Not to mention, when he glanced over at the other “Reindeer” beside him, Joshua beamed excitedly and pulled down the front of his shorts.

“Ooh, samesies!~” Josh shamelessly showed off the petite, pink, plastic chastity cage that was currently wrapped around his own member. It looked to be nearly half the size of Adrian’s cage, but he was standing with a casual-looking smile like it wasn’t bothering him at all. The buck could tell that his co-star had a lot more experience with that kind of equipment, which was enough to make him clench his muzzle with a deep blush. Adrian eventually looked back at Jax, and shrugged feebly before giving his answer.

“Uhhh… I-I suppose I could… Icankeepiton…”

Adrian winced a little from how embarrassed he sounded saying that, but he breathed out in confirmation after hearing the excited squee from Joshua. The young canine pulled Adrian with a cheerful hug to his side. “Niiiiiiice!~ Trust me, it gets addictive after a while…”

“Alright, so are we all good? The camera’s still recording, but I can easily edit out any in-between shit after it’s all filmed…” Jax looked at both of the reindeer subs, who took a second before nodding in blushed unison. The goat turned to see the twins, who were still front and center on the tarp with ready grins. After seeing their nods, he pointed over at David to ask, “You ready, Double-D? ‘Cause if not, I’m sure your son fluffin’ you would be a good scene to add too~”

“Heh~ What do you think he was doing on the drive here?” He pointed back at his kid in his kinky garm, adding, “Look at what he’s wearing? You think I didn’t knot his mouth on the drive here?”

“Hey, next time, save that for the shot!” Despite his brash-sounding tone, Jax shot him a cheeky grin. “Or at least take a video for me to see later~”

“Duly noted…” David motioned down to his ‘present’ still clutched in his paws, and then back at the twins while keeping his smirk. “But for right now, I think I need to be generous…”

Jax nodded back, and then pulled his Reindeer aside to begin the shot. “Okay, everyone take your places! The camera’s still rolling, so just go natural…”

Tyler and Tyson were the only ones still on the mat, tightly nestled together while covered in paint, sweat, and each other’s various fluids. The two looked back at one another, making sure to let their smiling faces be seen by the camera lens. They didn’t try lunging back in to finish their fuck-session from earlier, and instead focused on kissing first. They closed their eyes with a pair of unified hums escaping their meshing lips, and the brothers started to make out more lewdly while taking the main focus of the shot.

“Mmmmmm…” “Mmmmffffffff~” Tyson and Tyler were still rock-hard while kissing in such a sensual embrace, but there were a few inches of free space between the stiff little nubs. After a while, Tyson was the first to pull back with his tongue wriggling enticingly. He bit his lip when he looked down at his rigid little cock, before reaching down with a paw to get a good grip. He then looked back at his identical bro, and took aim as he let out a deep and satisfied-sounding sigh.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh…” It only took him a few seconds to let loose, not showing any “pee-shyness” on Jax’s camera. Tyson reeled his head back and closed his eyes contentedly, while a thick stream of his piss shot out with an impressive arc that landed across Tyler’s chest. The twin moaned through his gritted teeth, and remained in place while standing with a pent-up shiver. All the while, a steady stream of hot, steaming piss splashed all across the cheetah’s torso, which started to drip some of the paint off his fur in technicolor streaks.

“Nnnnnfffff…” Tyler grinned hungrily when he looked down at his brother’s pissing cock, and he leaned in closer to that stream so it could soak more of his midsection. As more paint and urine dripped down his nude body, he widened his legs so he could reach down with a paw and get his digits underneath his fat clit. He groaned a little as he closed his eyes and spread apart his slit, angling himself so he could be able to reciprocate his twin’s gesture. After a long, concentrated exhale, Tyler shivered and let loose with a thick stream that shot out and hit Tyson’s slender stomach. “Aaaahhhhhh, god I needed that…”

The twins made sure that they were positioned properly for the camera, and they took their time while unloading their bladders at the same time. Neither of them were sure where Jax got those diuretic pills from, but they certainly worked as well as the translated instructions online said. Their ripe, gushing piss-streams went on for quite a while, thankfully staying on the tarp as their bare feet got soaked in piss and dripping paint. As the puddle grew underneath them, the four guys outside of the shot watched the spectacle with smug-looking grins.

“Not bad, boys…” Santa-Jax chuckled in delight, and was also strapping red and green collars to his reindeers’ necks. One of his paws was already holding the leashes strapped to them, while his other paw took its time stroking his fat hog. His Santa-pants were already dingy and dirty in places, but precum was starting to smear across the crotch while his sweaty balls were draped over the waistline. He looked over at the doberman across the tarp, and smirked in wait to see when he got himself involved. “Hmmmmmm…”

David was keeping his eyes on those twins as he stood with an entertained smirk. Since both of his paws were still holding his box, he was grateful that the cheetahs were able to keep him hard without the need of touching himself. Since he knew how rude it’d be to interrupt a couple guys taking a leak, he patiently stood off-camera until those streams finally ceased. Tyson and Tyler moaned out with a pair of deeply-relieved sighs, just as the last remaining droplets fell to the tarp of Tyler’s soaked legs. Tyson made sure to give his member a good shake, flinging off the last few droplets that splattered everywhere. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh~” “Damn, that felt good~”

As soon as the two were done peeing on each other like they were marking themselves in the wild, the twins went right back in to resume kissing with tongue. Both cock and clit were still throbbing hard with eager longing, but the two managed to keep them separate when they were finally interrupted by a jolly voice.

“HOES, HOES, HOES! Meeeerrrrrrrrrry Pissmas!~”

Santa-Jax strutted back into the spot, with his black boots splashing against the paint and piss-puddles to further dirty his suit. He stood with a haughty grin while his cock was still sticking out, and he didn’t even stop cranking his shaft as he spoke. “Well, boys! Now that you two are fully relieved, how about I give you two a VERY special gift…”

That was when the old goat looked off-camera, motioning towards Tyson and Tyler and shouting, “Oh, Daddy Dog! I think you have a couple of elves who earned an early Christmas present~”

Jax made sure to step aside, but he remained in the shot when the doberman strutted in with unbridled confidence. David was smiling wide to show off his menacing fangs, and his digits eagerly tapped the sides of his gift-wrapped box. As soon as he stepped onto the tarp, Tyler and Tyson immediately pulled away so they could stand side-by-side for Daddy Dog’s big entrance.

“Why, hello there, gentlemen…” Daddy Dog opened his smirking muzzle wide and gave a flaunting lick of his lips. The twins grinned even wider while holding paws, looking like a couple of mice eager to jump inside of a snake pit. The BDSM-clad canine was towering over the twins by half a foot when stood with his gift at the ready, and he smiled down at them warmly. “I just wanted to give the two of you my personal congratulations for joining this website. So, please… Enjoy your gift~”

The cheetahs looked at one another with wide, devilish grins as they snickered knowingly. When they turned back towards Daddy Dog and his “present,” neither of them tried to just snatch the box from his paws. Instead, Tyler was the first to reach out and carefully untie the large bow holding the lid of the box against the top. When that red ribbon was tossed aside, Tyson grabbed the lid and pulled it off…

“Ta-Daaaa!!~” Daddy Dog finally let go of the box, and held up both of his paws to show he had nothing in either of them. His gift-box was still tightly latched against his crotch, but that was only because of the one single side that he had cut a hole through earlier. All the other sides of the box fell after that lid was pulled away, leaving a large sheet of cardboard hanging from his crotch; meanwhile, his thick, candy-red cock was standing in all its magnificent glory, and even had a small gift-bow tied around the throbbing shaft.

“OoooOOOOOHHHH!!~” Both twins reacted at the same time with enamored squees, staring down at David’s cockmeat with stars in their eyes.

“Ohmigosh, it’s even bigger in person!~”

“Nnnnffffff… And it’s just my size too~”

Daddy Dog cackled with a smug look on his face, and he ripped the cardboard apart with both paws so it could be yanked from his crotch. He kept his pants on, but his open button and fly allowed for his fat balls to drape over the denim comfortably enough. His girthy member stood fully-erect, but his plump knot was still trying to slip out from his sheath. The dark, sweaty fur around his cock’s base was stretched out tightly across his fat bulb, while the rest of his exposed length throbbed with a thick droplet of precum trickling down its underside.

“Heh heh! Go right ahead, boys…” David placed his paws on the sides of his hips, and he leaned his waist in to better flaunt his gift. “Give me some Yule-Time Queer~”

Tyson and Tyler weren’t fazed by that corny pun at all, and immediately fell to their knees with piss splashing off the floor. The two moaned out when they got in around both sides of that knotted cock, making sure to let that beast take the center of the shot. Meanwhile, each of the twins got their faces beside it with overexcited smiles, looking like two fans about to take a selfie with their favorite celebrity. David’s paws slowly reached out to grasp the back of the cheetahs’ heads, keeping both of them in place while he groaned through his teeth. “Nnnnfffffffff…”

Tyson and Tyler shot one final glance at the camera, before opening their mouths and extending their drooling tongues. The twins got Daddy Dog to growl out the moment they lunged in at the same, each of them dragging their tongues along that bright-red shaft. One of Tyson’s paws reached up to carefully grasp David’s balls, feeling the sheer heft of those plump orbs against his open palm. As for his brother, Tyler grabbed hold of the canine’s thick shaft, and shuddered from how hard that cock throbbed against his digits. The two moaned out when they got that first taste of his salty, musky brand; however, both of their voices quickly muffled out when they dove in even further, clasping their lips over the sides of his cock so they could start kissing it contentedly.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh, that’s right… Enjoy your gift~”

Daddy Dog remained in place while the twins shared his cock with their hungry mouths, their lips and tongues slathering as much of his twitching girth as they could reach. Thick spurts of precum were gushing from his pointed tip, but neither of the cheetahs were letting a single drop trickle too far down his shaft. Their moaning voices were cut off by the countless slurps and suckles each of them gave, their eyes closed while planting supple kisses all over his shaft. Eventually, Tyler pushed his muzzle further back, slathering his tongue all across that stretched-out sheath hiding his knot. “Mmmmmmmmm~”

While the piss-soaked kitty tried his best to get Daddy Dog unsheathed, Tyson turned his focus to the other end of that magnificent cock. Tyler’s paw was still stroking his shaft with vigor, which helped to pump out more precum that his brother was happy to clean up. Tyson closed his eyes and wrapped his lips tightly around that pulsating head, shuddering when he felt a couple hefty spurts shoot to the back of his throat. His entire body quivered with his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and his moaning intensified when he felt that creamy pre coating his tongue. “MmmMMMFFFF~”

Tyson closed his eyes and pushed his muzzle in further, wrapping his lips around that throbbing shaft and starting to bob his head back and forth. While the cheetah got to work sucking Daddy Dog off, his twin remained focused on getting that plump knot out in the open. His paw kept pumping that veiny length while grinning wide, and his tongue eventually burrowed itself beneath that tight sheath-skin to taste the more concentrated remnants inside. It looked like he was making out with that thick, fuzzy bulge past the base of his cock, but his efforts eventually came to fruition when the camera’s microphone caught that wet, schlicking pop.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!!~” Daddy Dog sighed out with a relieved-looking smile, his tongue sticking out in satisfaction. His plump knot was finally freed from his sheath, looking nearly as thick as both of his low-hanging balls combined. Tyler moaned out and lunged in mouth-first, getting a good drag of his tongue across that tight and veiny bulge. His lips clasped around as much as he could reach, and he began to worship that knot with just as much enthusiasm as his cock-sucking brother.

“Mmmmmmm…” “Nnnnnnnghhhhhh…”

Tyson and Tyler were fully indulging in the taste of Daddy Dog’s ripe, musky cock with their moaning mouths drooling, and their bodies grinding up against each of the canine’s legs. Tyson was smearing his precum all over the denim of David’s pant-leg, while his brother groaned and grinded his clit against the other leg like an alpha marking his claim. His juices were gushing hard against Daddy Dog’s jeans, almost like he was trying to empty his bladder even more on the canine’s boots. But instead, the only thing smearing against his pants was Tyler’s leaking arousal, combined with the remnants of his brother’s spent loads from earlier.

“Yeah, take that cock, you little sluts~” Daddy Dog made sure to yank his hips back hard, popping his cock out of Tyson’s mouth long enough to make him shudder with a needy moan. Tyler moved his head back to be beside his brother’s, and the two looked at one another to share the tastes they collected on their busy tongues. Tyson made sure that his brother got a big load of precum and his own drool spat between his moaning lips; and in response, Tyler lunged in so his tongue coated in knot-musk could be savored against his twin’s tastebuds…

Of course, Daddy Dog made sure to clear his throat while his fully-unseathed cock was standing in front of their identical faces with an eager twitch. “Alright, let me see those mouths, boys…”

Tyler and Tyson didn’t hesitate to turn their smiling faces up at Daddy Dog’s cock, their mouths opened wide with their tongues already sticking out. The dobie chuckled in perverted delight, and had a strong grip on his cock’s base as he leaned in hips-first. He took advantage of the twins’ inviting maws, slapping the underside of his leaky cock against both of their tongues back-to-back. Fresh sticky strands of his precum spat out to litter both of their faces with his clear, syrupy secretions, which clung to their fur and smeared against their moaning lips. Eventually, Daddy Dog started to shove his cock inside each of their mouths with quick, taunting thrusts. “Mmmphhh~ There you go, show the cameras what you can do…”

The twins moaned out with their eyes closed in pure elation, and they worked in a tantalizing tandem to get that thick doggy cock throbbing harder than before. Tyson and Tyler lunged in with their muzzles still open, and their lips clasped against each of the sides of that pistoning cock. Daddy Dog continued to thrust against their sticky faces, but it didn’t take long for the cheetahs to prove their worth as they positioned their faces tighter together. Their eyes reopened long enough to see where they were angled, the twins pushed in so their tongues could flicker against each other. Meanwhile, Daddy Dog got himself in a comfortable stance, now able to slide his cock between their mouths like two halves of a living fleshlight.

“Nnnnfffff! Yeah, take it!” Daddy Dog started to thrust his hips back and forth, while Tyson and Tyler remained kneeling with their mouths semi-kissing and getting slathered in fresh cock. Their lips were smearing up and down his throbbing shaft, and were close enough to the camera for the video to pick up every string and droplet sticking to their fur. Since those three were taking up so much of the camera’s space, Santa-Jax decided to pull out his “backup camera” with the help of a recent Christmas gift. It was a cheap-looking tripod that doubled as a phone case, but the goat was able to get his personal phone set up with the camera perfectly arranged in less than a minute.

“Damn, this really IS useful…” Jax huffed with an impressed smirk, and nodded over at Joshua with a thumbs-up. “Thanks again for that!”

“Heh heh, n-no problem…” Josh gave a nervous-looking smile, but he was clearly distracted by the envious sight going on a few feet away. His eyes were drawn towards his Dad’s thick, meaty cock being serviced by the twins’ muzzles, and he couldn’t help licking his lips with a stifled groan. He could feel himself tensing up quite a bit in his cage, but a few practiced breaths were all he needed to keep himself comfortably settled. By the time he exhaled more calmly, he tried to redirect his focus back to Santa-Jax by turning away from those three. “Nnnffff… S-So, uhhh… what were you thinking for us?”

“Well, I already did quite a bit with ‘Aiken’ over there…” Jax motioned over at Adrian with a cheeky grin, before he raised his brows and asked, “Ooh! Before I start filming, what’s your reindeer name?”

Adrian was grateful to be standing under his own weight again, but he was still struggling with his erection bulging against his cage’s interior. Still, he tried to ignore the pressure by glancing over at the other pup-hooded figure, curious to hear his answer.

“Oh! Yeah, I already got that…” Joshua looked grateful to be reminded of that detail, and he reached for something he almost forgot on the counter. It was a festive-looking tag for his collar, which had his pet-name engraved in bright red thread. “It’s ‘Dixon’! Like, dicks on me~”

“Aaaahhhhhh…” Santa-Jax nodded in perverted approval. “Excellent choice! Now, as soon as I start, you two go by Dixon and Aiken. Got it?”

The two nodded with heavy blushes seeping through their masks. And since Daddy Dog was still giving those twins a good mouth-fucking, their lewd slurps and muffled moans were enough to keep both of them antsy beneath their tight cages. Santa-Jax enjoyed the sight of their bare muscles twitching while glistening in sweat, and he made sure the lighting looked alright before pressing the record button on his camera-phone.

“HOES! HOES! HOOOOOESSSSS…” Santa Jax stepped back so he could keep his grin and jolly gut pointed at the camera. He got himself between the reindeer, wrapping an arm behind each of their backs so he could pull them in close to his sides. While the two continued to blush through their pup-hoods, Santa-Jax introduced them with his cock still sticking out of his pants. “Even though Aiken shot a little too early in his cage, I’m nothing short of generous this holiday season! So to give himself a second chance, he’s going to help me out while I give some training to THIS reindeer here!”

Santa-Jax yanked Joshua closer to his side, and got him to shiver when he leaned in and gave a teasing lick up the side of his neck. After shuddering with a heavy groan, the canine looked at the camera and giggled bashfully. “Heh heh… M-My name is Dixon! ‘Cause my Daddy taught me to loooooove having ‘Dixon’ me!~”

After that corny pun, Dixon yelped out with a jolt hard enough to nearly knock his fake antlers off his head. Santa-Jax let out a cackling smoker’s couch while reaching back and giving Josh’s ass a teasing squeeze. “HA! Well, I could definitely give you that if you want. However…”

That was when Santa-Jax let go of both reindeer, and squatted down to pick up his bag of goodies from the floor. He was grinning wide when he reached inside of his sack, and pulled out a special gift for his young dobie. “... I have a feeling that THIS will get you hungry for something else~”

“Oooohhhh…” Dixon the Reindeer was given a small gift-wrapped box, which felt surprisingly heavy in his paws. When he untied the bow and pulled off the box’s lid, he gasped with his eyes widened in surprise. He smiled when he pulled out the item for the camera to see. “Ohmigosh! I got Crisco!~”

It was a large container of the vegetable shortening, which was infamous for its immense slickness and lubricating abilities. Aiken tilted his head in slight puzzlement, but Dixon was already grinning wider in realization. When he looked back at Santa-Jax, the goat was standing with a confident grin while pulling out a piece of black latex from his back-pocket.

“So…” Santa-Jax slowly, and teasingly slid that long black glove over his right paw. It covered every inch of his arm from elbow to digits in the glossy black latex, while still going well with his Santa outfit. Aiken leaned in to get a better look, his eyes widening with the same look of understanding as his fellow reindeer. But even with those pup-hoods covering their faces, it was obvious that the two were staring at that intimidating paw with much different feelings in mind. While Aiken stood with his thighs tensed up in trepidation, Santa-Jax kept his grin pointed at Dixon in particular. “... Is there something you want to ask from Santa-Jax?~”

“Nnnnnfffff…” Dixon shuddered with his whole body quivering in need. After letting out a brisk exhale, he quickly uncapped his container of Crisco in front of him. “W-Well, if you insist, Santa-Jax…”

As soon as he ripped the foil-covering off the top, he held out the container and shivered antsily. “Can you… d-demonstrate what you wanna do to me?~”

“Hmph~ Absolutely…” Santa-Jax huffed smugly, and he reached in with his gloved-paw while smirking back at the camera. Two of his digits dug through that thick, smooth layer of shortening to disappear inside the cloudy-white substance. He groaned a little while taking his time, burrowing his fingers in deeply enough to make some of the Crisco seep out from volume displacement. He then began to slip his third and forth digits inside that same point of penetration, while his thumb remained safely tucked against the inside of his palm. Dixon was blushing hard while holding the container firmly, watching the process with an envious bite of his lip. And then, when Santa-Jax had his paw buried into that container close to his wrist, he shot the pup a hungry grin before shoving his arm in full force. “NNNNNGHHHHH!!!”

Dixon tensed up with a stifled groan through his bitten lip, but remained in place while Santa-Jax lubed up his entire forearm. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he kept a taunting grin on the eager reindeer while pumping his fist inside of that container. The greasy shortening coated every inch of the glove’s glossy exterior, leaving it even more shimmery than before. When he finally slid his paw out from the container, it looked like more than half of the Crisco was smeared across his arm like cake batter. Still, Santa-Jax remained confident when he held up his arm, and clenched his paw into a tight fist that made more shortening squirt out from his palm…

“Nnnnghhhhh…” Dixon and Aiken both shivered hotly from that little clench, while Santa-Jax licked his lips with a low and perverted growl.

“Mmmmmmm… Tell me what you want, Dixon~”

Dixon trembled while standing upright, and took one final glance at the camera-phone before giving his response. Instead of just saying it outright, the reindeer decided to turn himself around so his bare backside was facing the camera. Then, with a reaffirming exhale that left him heated inside his mask, he bent himself over so he was practically touching his toes, leaving his ass completely exposed and his legs spread apart.

“P-Please, Santa-Jax!” he whined out while closing his eyes, anticipating the goat’s response when he moaned out, “Mmmffff… F-Fist me, please! Dixon needs a fistin’ this Christmas!”

“HA HA! Now THAT’S what I like to hear from my reindeer…” Santa-Jax didn’t hesitate to give Dixon what he was wanting so badly, especially after presenting himself like a good reindeer should. But when he walked up to that bent-over rump, Jax took a second to smirk back at the other reindeer. “And as for YOU, Aiken…”

Aiken tensed up with a flustered gasp, but his eyes remained glued on Santa-Jax’s paw when he pointed a digit downward. “How about you get on your knees and keep my dick nice and wet, eh?~”

The buck shuddered with a deepening blush, but he didn’t hesitate to kneel down and comply with Santa-Jax’s suggestion. As soon as he got his muzzle in close to Santa-Jax’s crotch, his fur stood on end after taking that first whiff of the goat’s unwashed musk. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the dirty costume, or Jax just not showering for a while, but that sweaty cock smelt particularly ripe while hanging over his waistband. Still, even with how strongly his muzzle wrinkled, Aiken’s mouth also watered when he dove in with his nostrils flaring. “Nnnfffff…”

The buck eagerly slipped that fat, uncut cock between his lips and started sucking, groaning around that throbbing girth from the muskiness that nearly stung his tastebuds. Still, the sensation was titillating enough to keep him nice and pressurized inside of his chastity cage, and he kept his eyes closed while swirling his tongue around that plump head. His lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, and he got his arms wrapped around the back of Santa-Jax’s waist. A more contented-sounding hum came out from his muzzle, which reverberated around Jax’s cock while he began to suck more tentatively. “Mmmmmm…”

“OooooOOOOHHHHH!! NNNNnnnnnghhhhhhh…”

While Aiken got himself accustomed to the taste of Santa-Jax’s cockmeat, Dixon was already groaning harshly when he felt that gloved paw clasping his rear. Jax’s palm was pressed up tightly beneath the dobie’s lifted tail, while his middle-digit began to burrow through that supple pink ring. Due to all that Crisco, not to mention Joshua’s past experiences, Santa-Jax got that first finger shoved inside like it was nothing. Of course, Dixon still moaned out like a bitch in heat as he clung around that thick digit, beckoning him to proceed with the rest…

“Yeah, you better take it all, you little whore…” Santa-Jax kept his lustful grin while sliding in his second digit through Dixon’s hole. The reindeer moaned out even longer while bent-over obediently, but he wasn’t even finished with his needy cry before feeling a third digit cramming its way through. The goat already knew how elastic the dobie’s hole could be, so he didn’t try to play it too slowly for the camera-phone’s recording. He ended up getting Dixon to belt out an even deeper moan when he began prodding his pinky against the outside of that hungry pucker. “Mmmmmm… you want Santa’s fist in you that bad, big boy?~”

“MmmmMMMMPHHHH…” Dixon reeled his head with his eyes rolling back, and he squeezed Jax’s fingers tightly to give his answer. Between Santa-Jax’s legs, Aiken moaned out around that cock between his drooling lips. Jax took a second to glance down at the buck, but Aiken’s eyes remained closed while focusing on his cock-sucking. When Santa-Jax turned back to his other reindeer, he didn’t hesitate to work that final pinky through while throbbing harder in Aiken’s mouth.

“Awww, yeahhhh… Jax groaned when he felt all four of his fingers being squeezed together around Dixon’s ring, leaving only his thumb and the thickest part of his wrist. Even though he had fisted Joshua many times before, he still took his time to make sure he didn’t wreck his ass so close to the holidays. Dixon shivered with a strong writhing groan, but he tried to keep himself still so his hole could remain nice and relaxed. The pressure was just as immense as it was painful, but it wasn’t anything the canine hadn’t experienced before. Still, Jax had to wrap his other arm around Dixon’s midsection to hold him steady, and he grunted out in concentration with that final push…

“Mmmmmmffffffffff…” Santa-Jax made sure the video got a good angle of his gloved paw as it crammed its way through that needy reindeer hole. After all four of his fingers disappeared past that pink pucker, it stretched out for only a moment to swallow up his thumb and wrist next. Dixon could be heard moaning out deeply, but his voice intensified just before letting out a blissful cry of elation. That was when Jax’s paw finally settled inside completely, allowing him to finally close up his fingers and form it into a thick, unrelenting fist. “Nnnnnghhhh… There we go~”

“AaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!~” Dixon leaned up just enough to grab hold of the counter with his quivering paws, but he stayed in place with his legs spread wide apart. His member was swelling painfully inside of his plastic cage, but his face was still blushing hotly while a thick strand of precum dangled from the tip like a loogie. His sweaty, muscular cheeks tried their hardest to flex for the camera, but they remained spread with Santa-Jax’s arm shoved in between them. After taking a moment to settle around that thick wrist, Dixon shuddered with a bitten lip before looking back at the grinning goat. “Mmmmmm… T-Thank you, Santa-Jax~”

“You’re very welcome…” Santa-Jax didn’t start thrusting just yet, and kept his first firmly buried past that hole for a while longer. He used that moment to glance back down at Aiken, who was peering up at him with a half-lidded gaze while continuing to suck him off. The buck made sure to dig his tongue underneath Jax’s foreskin, getting him to shiver from his more sensitive flesh past his cockhead getting some much-needed attention. And while Aiken slid his lips up and down that veiny shaft, Santa-Jax grinned a little wider and asked, “So, little reindeer… do you like Dixon’s Christmas present?~”

Since Dixon’s ass was less than a foot from his head, Aiken was able to look over and get a good view of Jax’s muscular arm buried wrist-deep inside that hole. The sight was stunning enough to make the buck quiver with his eyes closed, but he was able to give a “nod” of sorts while bobbing his head across Jax’s shaft even faster. “Mmmmphhh… Mmhmm~”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought~” Santa-Jax promptly yanked his hips back to slip himself out of the buck’s drooling maw. Aiken gasped with a startled-sounding moan, but his eyes remained half-lidded while glued onto that uncut beast. He tried to lunge back in with his tongue sticking out, only for Jax to clutch his natural antlers. Aiken moaned out like a little bitch, desperately trying to reach in and give that leaky cock another taste. All the while, Santa-Jax kept a tight grip with his only free paw, taunting the unfisted reindeer with a couple perks of his brows. “Ooh, someone looks eager… You wanna get a filling too, Aiken?~”

“Aaaahhhhh!!~” The buck tried to lunge in even harder, but his antlers were too secure to his head for him to break from Jax’s grasp. He was only able to smell that heady musk wafting from the goat’s cock, which made him shiver and moan out, “Yeaaaahhhhhh… Yes, p-p-please!~”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?~” Santa-Jax rewarded the reindeer by loosening his grip on those antlers, allowing Aiken to push his muzzle in just enough to clasp his lips around that cockhead. As his tongue flicked around against Jax’s foreskin, fresh strands of precum could be felt pumping to the back of his throat. His needy suckling was good enough to make Santa-Jax groan in satisfaction, though his growling voice was greatly overshadowed by Dixon’ slutty moans.

“AaaaaaAAAAHHHHH!! NNNNNGHHH!!~” Dixon the Fisted Reindeer was taking Santa-Jax’s paw like a pro, wearing him just as snug as that black glove coated in shortening. Hefty spurts of precum were shooting out from the tip of Dixon’s cage, though that was to be expected when Jax was literally punching his prostate. His fist remained mercilessly tight, pushing through the pup and grinding against his walls with brutal precision. Each and every inch was intense enough to leave Dixon reeling with his fur standing on end; but all throughout his fisting, his hole clung direly to that wrist while also pushing his hips back.

“Mmmmphhhhh… De… D-Deeperrrrrrr…”

“Heh~ What was that, Dixon?” Santa-Jax-held onto Aiken’s antlers a bit tighter, pulling him in to shove his cock deeper inside his muzzle. “Mmmmphhhh… Say it for the camera, slut~”

“I-I-I said DEEPER! Nnnnnghhhhh~” Even though the goat’s meaty fist was fully penetrated, there was still quite a lot of slick latex covering the rest of his forearm. Santa-Jax grinned as he slowly pulled back his coat’s sleeve, revealing just how far that rubber glove went up past his elbow. He had no idea how much the reindeer could actually take, but the idea was alluring enough to make him throb hard inside of Aiken’s mouth.

“Ooooooh, I’m gonna make you regret saying that~” Santa-Jax unclenched his paw inside of the moaning Dixon, but only so his digits could be more streamlined and slide in deeper. With a hard groan through his teeth, his muscles could be seen bulging through the latex as he began to push his arm in further. Aiken reopened his eyes while looking up at the raunchy sight, his blush intensifying through his pup-hood as he overheard Dixon’s howling moans. “NNNNNGHHHH!!!”

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!~” His cries of pleasure lingered on as the inches disappeared from Santa-Jax’s forearm, and his fist slid its way further inside. His hole was still trying to cling around the goat’s muscular girth, even when it went past the wrist and approached sleeve territory. Dixon still rode that fist for all it was worth, pushing back with enough force to make it clear he was yearning for more. His eyes rolled back while feeling that forearm getting thicker, opening him up little by little to keep his cage leaking. “Nnnnnghhhhh!!~ Yes, right there! RIGHT THERE!”

“MMPHHHHH!!~” Aiken tried to moan out with just as much enthusiasm, but it was hard to hear what he was saying while Santa-Jax face-fucked him on camera. The buck’s head was being yanked back and forth with surprising brutality, with his lips blubbering all across that throbbing shaft. His open maw was getting littered with more precum, matching all the strings smeared across his sweaty face. His tongue could be seen sliding up and down the underside of his shaft from how hard the goat was thrusting. Jax may have been preoccupied with pounding Dixon’s hole, but he still shot a randy grin down at Aiken.

“Hmph~ What’s that? You got something to say?~”

Aiken moaned out even deeper around Santa-Jax’s girth, and was able to give a visible nod of his head. “Mmm-Hmmphhh!~”

“Ooooh, okay then!” Jax was intrigued enough to yank his hips back, leaving Aiken’s lips with a wet pop while his cock was left glistening. Aiken licked his hips with an eager-sounding groan, but was able to breathe out shakily and keep himself in check. When his eyes peered up at the grinning goat, he heard him ask, “So, what do you want, little Aiken? Getting jealous of your fellow reindeer?~”

Aiken’s eyes could be seen darting between Santa-Jax’s grin, and Dixon’s ass getting filled midway up the goat’s beefy forearm. He was sure that Jax meant to ask that question as a joke, but Aiken took a breath before shuddering with anticipation. When he looked back up at Santa-Jax, the buck felt his heart race when he breathed out softly… and nodded his head.

“Y… Yeah, I am…”

His statement wasn’t given with nearly as much theatrics as Dixon, but it was certainly truthful enough to elicit a strong response. Santa-Jax went wide-eyed in an instant, obviously not expecting for Aiken to actually answer like that. Daddy Dog had to turn his head with his ears perked up, needing a moment to register what he just overheard. Even the twins reopened their eyes as they froze in place, their mouths still wrapped around the doberman’s cock when they stared over at the other three in shock.

Aiken certainly felt all those bulging eyes pinning onto him from all directions, especially when he peered back at the other Reindeer. Dixon was still reeling around Santa-Jax’s fist, but he had his head turned to gawk down at Aiken in total awe. “... Whoa… Dude, do you…”

Dixon turned his head to stare back at Santa-Jax, who seemed equally as bewildered. However, when the goat finally turned his attention back to Aiken, he tried tilting his head before asking cautiously, “Do you… want to join him?~”

Everyone was staring at the buck in wait, unsure whether or not he’d even be able to take it. But much to their surprise, Aiken breathed out with a more confident smile before saying in response, “Well, I mean… If you have a paw to spare, I’d love to try taking it~”

Daddy Dog’s jaw dropped, as did the twins between his legs; his cock didn’t exactly “drop” out of their mouths, but it certainly stood between their gaping maws with identical looks of shock. Dixon’s pup-hood hid a lot of his face, but his prideful smile could still be seen clear as day. Santa-Jax only needed to blink his eyes a couple times before growing a wide, raunchy-looking grin of his own. “Oh… My… Goodness~”

Aiken squirmed a little with a nervous aversion of his eyes, but the goat quickly turned back to Daddy Dog to ask, “Hey, uhhh… I know you’re busy with the twins, but could you get me my other glove, please?”

The buck tensed up with his eyes nearly bulging out through his mask. His member throbbed hard inside of his cage, reigniting it so soon after he had previously shot his first load. His ears twitched against the sides of his hood when he overheard Tyson and Tyler giggling nearby, suddenly more intrigued with his request than their own doggy-cock. Though to be fair, Daddy Dog made sure the felines were pulled away before turning around to help his friend. “Ehh, I guess you don’t really have a free paw right now, huh?~”

“Yeah, yeah! Har har har! You wanna help me get lubed or what?!”

Daddy Dog tilted his head with a brief glance back at Adrian, raising a brow curiously. “Hmmm… kid, have you ever taken a fist before?”

Aiken blushed deeper beneath his mask, and he tried to ignore that camera-phone being aimed at his nervous expression. After a shaky breath, he shook his head before admitting, “Well, n-no, but I… I’ve taken the XL T-Rex over there…”

Daddy Dog and Santa-Jax looked up at the shelf that Aiken’s muzzle was pointed up at, and they got wide-eyed with a couple of impressed-sounding whistles. The twins saw that girthy hunk of dark-green silicone propped up on the shelf, looking like a stump for a prosthetic limb that happened to be shaped like some alien-like phallus; both of them looked back at the buck with cheerful smiles and gave polite golf-claps for his efforts. “Ooooh!~ Nicely done!” “If you’re being serious, I say go for it~”

“Well, well, well…” Daddy Dog took a second to guess its thickness from its spot on the shelf, and shrugged with a more assured smile back at Aiken. “I gotta say, you’re a brave one to ask for that as a first-timer…”

The second latex glove was pulled from Santa-Jax’s back-pocket, and Daddy Dog only needed a moment to slip it onto the goat’s left arm. Tyson and Tyler got up from their spots on the floor, and were quick to assist by handing the doberman the leftover Crisco container. Both of them were giggling devilishly as they helped smear the remnants of that greasy shortening all across that second arm, particularly around his glossy paw. Jax was looking more determined by the time he grinned back at the waiting buck, but was courteous enough to give one final warning. “Hmph… You SURE you want a fisting like Dixon? Because I can promise you right now… I will NOT hold back~”

Aiken squirmed with an antsy groan through his clenched muzzle, and his legs were twitching from how badly he was swelling inside of his cage. However, even with how wickedly wide and intimidating the goat’s grin may have looked, Aiken only needed a final breath before closing his eyes, and turning himself around to position himself beside Dixon.

“Oooooohhhhh!!~” Dixon didn’t hesitate to give his fellow reindeer some room, and smiled wide on the buck’s right side. “Oh, fuck yeah! You going for it?~”

Aiken kept his eyes tightly shut, and he leaned forward with his ass sticking out invitingly. As soon as he widened his legs, he tried not to moan out too desperately in confirmation. “Mnnnghh… Y-Y-Yes! Yes, go for it… P-PLEASE FIST ME!”

“Awwww, now THAT’S what I wanna hear!~” Santa-Jax got himself in position, still buried forearm-deep inside of Dixon when he got his left paw hovering behind Aiken’s. Daddy Dog made sure that everything was set up adequately without his assistance, but he also took notice of Jax’s currently untouched cock.

“Hmmm…” After a contemplative hum, he looked back at the twins and asked, “Say, boys… would one of you get Santa-Jax sucked-off since Aiken can’t reach back there?”

Even though both of them were clearly entranced with the doberman’s cock, they were also aware that they’d likely get many more chances to taste that doggy-treat as soon as the cameras were off. Plus, since the spirit of the holidays was as rampant as all that heady musk in the air, Tyson and Tyler just smiled with a couple of confirming nods. They turned to one another for a moment, and played a quick multi-round set of ‘Rock-Paper-Scissors’ to determine who got who.

“RockPaperScissorsShoot! RockPaperScissorsShoot! RockPaperScissorsShoot!”

“AHA!” “Gaaaahhhhh, alright then…”

Tyson moved away from Daddy Dog with a wistful sigh, but was still smiling contentedly when he knelt himself down between Santa-Jax’s legs. Meanwhile, Tyler happily got himself back in front of Daddy Dog’s waist, already licking his lips as he eyed that plump cockhead all to himself. “Mmmmmm… Your son is a lucky puppy~”

“So is your brother.” Daddy Dog shot the feline a wink and a warm smile. “So you better make sure you share what you get with him~”

Tyler grinned wide with an eager nod. “Heh~ I would’ve done that anyway, but thanks for the suggestion…” With that, the cheetah quickly lunged in with his mouth open wide, and he shoved that meaty cock deep inside of his hungry maw. His brother did the same with Santa-Jax’s cock, getting his lips wrapped tightly around the goat’s thick and veiny shaft. Daddy Dog and Jax both moaned out as they savored those identical mouths around their cocks, but they also made sure to keep themselves in good positions to be seen by both cameras recording everything.

“Aaaahhhhhhh… A-Alright, here we go!” Santa-Jax made sure that Tyson was getting himself secure against his legs, before he reached out and prodded Aiken’s waiting hole with his thumb. The buck gasped with his eyes clutching shut, and he had to keep himself from squatting down out of instinct. His legs quivered as he remained firmly in place, even when he heard that deep groan behind him. “Nnnnnnfffffff…”

“AaaaaAAAHHHHH!!~” Aiken took a deep breath after his sudden yelp, and he tried to clutch his muzzle shut when a second digit slid into his hole. Even after Jax pulled his thumb back out, it was only so his middle-digit could take its place and keep that ring nice and stretched-out. Santa-Jax was clearly eager to go all the way, but he was professional enough to take his time and make sure the buck could actually take it. Fortunately, by the time he got three of his digits tightly packed inside of that hole, it didn’t sound like Aiken was getting too overwhelmed or remorseful yet. “Mmmmffffff!! Ohhhh, fuck yeah… G-Give me another!~”

“With pleasure…” Santa-Jax didn’t mind how greedy the reindeer was acting, and he nodded with a grin as he began prodding that opening with his pinky. He felt significantly tighter than Dixon’s clenching hole, but he could also feel how studiously Aiken was trying to control his breaths; regardless of inexperience, it definitely seemed like the buck had enough private practice to possibly make it happen. Jax was growing more confident in the thought himself, especially when he successfully got the top-half of his palm firmly buried inside. “Oooohhhhhhhh… Yeah, I’m definitely gonna go for it~”

“Nnnnghhhhhh~” Aiken trembled with his eyes closed in anticipation, and he had to keep his mouth shut to stop himself from moaning out too needily. Of course, that was when Dixon decided to take advantage of that available muzzle, and he yanked in Aiken’s head so their faces could make contact. He pulled the buck in for a deep, unexpected kiss that left Aiken’s eyes wide in shock. But after a moment, the reindeer hummed softly inside of Dixon’s mouth, before reciprocating with a kiss that was able to linger on tenderly. “Mmmmmmm…”

Aiken and Dixon made out with their blushing faces seen clear as day on Jax’s camera-phone, with their tongues slathering inside each other’s moaning mouths. Meanwhile, Daddy Dog’s camcorder was positioned to get a good shot of the buck’s ass getting filled by more of the goat’s paw. Even with all of his digits bunched together, he was still met with a lot of resistance while trying to push through the rest of his palm. And with his thumb tucking in so tightly inside of his paw, Santa-Jax had to stick out his tongue while groaning in concentration. “Nnnnghhhhhh!!!”

“Mmmphhh… MMPHHH!!~” Aiken was still tonguing the other reindeer’s muzzle, but his harsh cries still came out intensely when Santa-Jax added more pressure. The buck refused to let up, and even tried mimicking Dixon’s actions by pushing his hips back against Jax’s arm. The goat did his best to hold himself back, but those slutty moans of rapture were enough to make him huff impatiently.

“Gah, FUCK IT! MNNNGHHHH!!!~” Santa-Jax gave one final groan, and elicited a VERY harsh squeal from Aiken when he pushed in with full-force. His thumb, as well as the remainder of his paw, crammed itself through that hole with an audible schlick that left the buck’s body locked-up tightly. Dixon pulled back from his kiss, staring at him wide-eyed with a mixture of pride and concern. It was impossible to tell how distressed Aiken was looking behind his pup-hood, but it was obvious from his bulging, unblinking eyes that he got what he wanted.

“... hnnnnnghhhhh…” All that came out was that weak, stunned-sounding whimper through Aiken’s clenched muzzle. His knees were wobbling beneath his weight, and he had to lean forward a bit more against that counter alongside Dixon. Santa-Jax groaned out deeply in satisfaction, but he also took a moment to pause and make sure he didn’t do anything too hastily.

“... You alright there?” Jax asked that with a more serious, caring tone of voice. “Just take a couple breaths… Breeeeeeatheeeee…”

Aiken finally closed his eyes after hearing that much-needed advice, and he let out a gasping exhale while his hole remained painfully loose. Santa-Jax definitely felt satisfied with both of his fists buried inside of his kinky reindeer, but he was cautious enough to wait for the inexperienced one to settle down a little. After a couple more breaths, Aiken sighed with his eyes rolled back, and his ass giving that thick wrist a tight and comforting squeeze. The sensation was definitely intense to say the least, but he was able to eventually let a smile show through his festive mask. “AaaaaAAAAAaaahhhhh… H-Holy fuck~”

“WHOOOOOOO!!” As soon as he got that confirmation, Santa-Jax threw his head back with a prideful cheer of victory. Daddy Dog cackled alongside him, looking just as cheerful about the double-fisting as his friend. He held up one of his paws for a split-second, but quickly threw it back down with a slight wince. Unfortunately, Jax still saw what he just did, and he narrowed his eyes on him incredulously. “What the… Dude, did you try to give me a High Five?!”

“Sorry! I wasn’t thinking! Uhhhh…” Since he couldn’t exactly give Santa-Jax that congratulatory gesture, Daddy Dog awkwardly reached down to high-five Tyler instead. It didn’t faze the cheetah in the slightest, who was able to get a good amount of that doggy cock down his throat so his lips were close to the knot. Fortunately for Daddy Dog, that lewd view was a wonderful distraction from his earlier faux-pas, and he growled out with an inspired-looking grin. “Ooooohhhh… Nice to see you got no gag-reflex…”

With the way Tyler’s eyes peered up at him with such blatant perks of his brows, it seemed like he was already aware of that prideful trait. And after giving a sly wink, he pushed his head in even further to silently verify Daddy Dog’s claim. “Mmmmm…”

The cheetah closed his eyes in determination, and he tried relaxing his throat so more of that thick cock could work its way down his gullet. After taking a deep enough breath through his nostrils, Tyler closed up his throat entirely when he got his lips pressed up against the dobie’s knot for a “kiss” of sorts. Even when he pulled his head back, with his lips sliding down his shaft and causing it to twitch into his eager little mouth, his neckline remained visibly bulged when he began bobbing his head back and forth. Like a true performer, Tyler started to show his worth by giving a proper deep-throat blowjob to that magnificent cock.

“AaaaAAAHHHhhhhh…” Daddy Dog gripped the back of the cheetah’s head tightly with both paws, and looked over to check on the twin between Santa-Jax’s legs. “Mmmphhhh… How’s that slut taking it?”

“Heh~ He’s a GOOD little elf!” Santa-Jax couldn’t grip Tyson’s head while both his paws were preoccupied, so he had to depend on his thrusting hips to ensure that he could piston his cock in and out of the other cheetah’s mouth. Luckily, Tyson was keeping a tight grip with both arms wrapped around Santa-jax’s legs, and his throat providing just as much durability as his brother’s. The outline of Jax’s goat-cock could be seen sliding up and down Tyson’s gullet, all while his lips kept a tight seal around that veiny girth. Santa-Jax groaned in pleasure while making proper use of the feline’s muzzle, but he could tell that Tyson wouldn’t need too much encouragement. So while that twin got to work trying to drain Santa-Jax’s balls, the goat turned his attention back to his two fisted reindeer.

“Aaaahhhhhhh…” Santa-Jax sighed in satisfaction before tightening his fists inside of both of them. “Nnnffffff… Let’s see if I can milk BOTH of you before he gets me off!”

With that, Santa-Jax tensed up his muscular arms and got to work. Neither of his forearms could move by more than a few inches, but every movement was given more than enough effort through the goat’s rabid groans. His clenched fists may have been inside both of the moaning sluts at varying depths, but he made sure to deliver his strong, hard-hitting motions with equal force to both of their outstretched holes. “Yeaaaahhhhhh… That’s right, squeal for it like a couple of piggies~”

“AaaaAAAHHHHH!!~” “NNNGHHHH!! Aaaaahhhh~”

Leaning side-by-side against the counter, neither of the reindeer could do much while the goat was double-fisting them so intensely. Dixon was still trying to push back against his forearm, yearning for that converted ‘elbow-deep’ status that Jax kept insisting was impossible. Aiken may not have been as greedy, but he still relished every twist and clench of that fist while it was burrowed so deep inside of him. Both of them moaned out freely like the sluts they were, embracing Santa-Jax’s fists like they were the best Christmas presents they could’ve asked for.

“Nnnffffff!! Yeah, take it~” Santa-Jax pounded his hips harder against Tyson’s face, pounding that muzzle and smearing his pubes against the cheetah’s flaring snout. Despite the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, Tyson was loving the sensation of all that thick cock spearing through his throat like it was the goat’s personal fuck-toy. His hips were thrusting freely with his little cock throbbing hard, but he didn’t need to touch himself to climax just yet. With how badly Jax was throbbing between his lips, he could tell that all of his fisting was getting him close to fruition.

“Awww, fuck…” Santa-Jax kept up the pace as he pushed his fists through both of those tender holes, but all that resistance was wearing down his muscles more than expected; not to mention, his thick Santa-suit was insulating him over his sweaty fur, undoubtedly leaving the fabric soaked and musky by the time this shoot finishes. It was tricky trying to pump his arms at varying lengths, while also trying to keep his hips thrusting at a steady rhythm into Tyson’s slutty mouth. But throughout all that strenuous effort, the three were able to get Santa-Jax teetering on the peak surprisingly quick. “Mmmghhhhh… Oh fuck… Oh fuck, I’m feelin’ it!”

“M-Me too!! Nnnghhh..” Daddy Dog may have been enjoying Tyler’s mouth, but he knew better than to prolong any display of oxygen-deprivation. Plus, the cheetah’s throat was clinging wonderfully well to his length, which helped to titillate him and really pump his cock with gusto. Daddy Dog looked over at his moaning son, who was taking Jax’s fist like a true pro and showing Aiken how it should be done. Seeing both of those brutalized holes, as well as Santa-Jax fucking the other cheetah’s throat like he was trying to punish it with his cock, was more than enough to make the canine clench his eyes shut and groan through his fangs. “GaaaaAAAHHHH!!~”

Hearing both of the brutes’ pent-up groans of internalized pressure, the twins closed their eyes and worked their heads more vigorously along their respective shafts. Even with their eyes closed in focus, the two were able to effortlessly reach out and hold paws while getting the two guys off. While they worked with their heads bobbing in disturbingly synchronized tandem, Santa-Jax pumped his arms with more ferocity into both of those sloppy holes. “Mmmphh! Fuck yeah, take it! TAKE IT!”

Aiken and Dixon rode those hard-hitting punches with all of their might, clinging to the countertop tightly enough to make the metal ledges creak against Jax’s thrusts. The goat may have been the oldest one on video, but he was making a good show proving how he earned his keep. His hips pounded Tyson’s face with unmatched ferocity, and his arms could be seen twisting inside of those holes to move around his fists and keep their prostates stimulated.

“AaaaaAAAIIEEEEEEE!!!~” Dixon was the first to squirm harder around Santa-Jax’s arm, even if he was a few inches short of his elbow-goal. He was still given a brutal stretching by the goat’s fist by the time his prostate reached its limits. His cock wasn’t even fully erect with it erupted inside of his cage, leaking like a broken faucet as a weak and sputtering stream dribbled from his tip. His hips thrusted uncontrollably while he howled out through his mask, his strands of cum spurting out all over the bottom of the countertop. Just as his hoarse-sounding moan hit a good peak, he ended up clenching Jax’s arm hard enough to make him groan through his teeth.

“Nnnnghhh! Hot damn!~” Santa-Jax kept that fist firmly buried inside the writhing dobbie, but his perverted grin turned over to the buck beside him. “Aaahhhhhh… C’mon, Aiken! Shoot through your cage for Santa!”

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!~” He wasn’t sure if it was because of that dominant command by the sleazy goat, or just the encompassing result of his fisting reaching such an intense peak. But either way, Dixon’s continuous moaning was accompanied midway by Aiken when his head lurched back with a strong spasm. “NNNNNGHHHHHH!!!~”

With his flabby hips buckling against Jax’s arm, the buck reached his peak with another untouched orgasm through his straining cage. It was shocking that Aiken was able to achieve such a strong release two times in a row, especially in that tiny cage designed to keep him flaccid by any means possible. But through the aid of Santa-Jax’s training, the reindeer certainly showed promise while a couple small ropes spat out through the gaps of his cage.

“NNNNGHHHHHHHH…” Santa-Jax could feel both of those holes clasping around his wrists like a pair of vices, and his ears twitched from both of those moans intensifying to such tantalizing degrees. His eyes closed with one final moan as he exhaled shakily, just as his hips pushed in hard between Tyson’s lips. The cheetah felt that climax incoming, and he made sure to keep his muzzle pushed in to the point he could feel the goat’s balls pressing against his chin…

However, much to Tyson’s chagrin, it seemed that his brother got Daddy Dog off mere milliseconds before he could sate Santa-Jax.

“MMMMMPHHHHHH!!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…”

Daddy Dog was bottomed out inside of Tyson’s throat when he felt himself about to erupt. However, even as he moaned out with such a satisfying look on his blushing face, the canine was able to yank his hips back enough for his cock to settle inside of Tyler’s mouth. The cheetah’s eyes shot open in surprise, but he remembered not to swallow when he felt that first blast of cum unloading inside of his mouth. His eyes re-closed tightly with a strong spasm, and he kept a tight seal around that throbbing shaft throughout his completion.

“NnnnNNNNGHHHH!!!” Daddy Dog used a paw to yank back Tyler’s head even more, leaving his mouth open for the camera with a pool of cum covering his tongue. When his cock was freed from that slutty mouth, Daddy Dog used his other paw to vigorously stroke himself to get out those last few drops. His hips thrusted with another shuddering groan while shooting out a couple more ropes, with one of them landing across Tyler’s face and causing his eyes to roll back elatedly. However, even mid-climax, he was able to shout to his friend, “J-Jax, fill his mouth! Not his throat!”

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!” Santa-Jax clenched his eyes with a couple more thrusts, nearly failing that request from Daddy Dog if it wasn’t for Tyson’s initiative. Since he was taking more control with the goat’s cock, he was able to yank his head back right when he unloaded that first rope. His mouth opened with the girliest moan coming out, but it was overshadowed by Jax’s rabid growl when he shot all over the feline’s face. The first few strands drizzled all over his face, draping over his lips and the bridge of his snout; but when he got it aimed right into his mouth, it was quickly filled to the brim by the multiple thick, creamy strings that clung to his teeth and wriggling tongue.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh~” “Nnnnnfffffff…” Tyson and Tyler relished that near-symmetrical moment of success both of them reached on film, getting off two of the biggest legends in adult entertainment without skipping a stroke. Neither of them needed to be reminded of what to do next, but they waited for Jax and David to finish with their orgasms before pulling their mouths away. They slowly moved towards one another, making sure to stay on camera with their lips parted and their mouths pooling with cum. And with the two brutes still moaning over their heads, the twins met eyes before lunging into each other’s arms.

“MMMPHHHHHH!!~” Tyler and Tyson locked their cum-glazed lips, and began to make out intensely with their mouths flooded with their shared loads. Santa-Jax and Daddy Dog grinned through their panting breaths as they stared down at the two, marvelling at how passionately the brothers were sharing their cum-coated kisses with one another. As soon as their tongues started sloshing around their mouthfuls, the two basically connected together like two magnets put too closely together. In fact, Tyson was able to slip inside of his brother and get him growling by the time their throats finally started swallowing up each other’s loads.

“Whoa!” Daddy Doog needed to do a double-take when he realized how quickly Tyson was able to get inside of his twin. He may have seen some freaky siblings in his days, but he still huffed with a paw behind his head. “Heh~ Jeeze, talk about saving the best for last, huh?”

The twins nodded through their slurping moans inside of each other’s mouths, not able to lie about that stated fact. It only took a few thrusts against Tyler’s clit, but the two were already riled up enough to reach orgasm without any buildup. They were still swallowing up the cum lingering in their mouths when Tyson reached climax, pushing deep between his twin’s legs to unload for the last time on camera. Tyler’s legs wrapped tightly around his brother’s thighs, ensuring that every drop settled deep inside of him where it belonged. Even after the two swallowed up every drop, and licked up all the strands from one another’s faces, the two remained tightly connected as they continued to make out on the messy tarp.

“Ahhhhhh, to be that young~” Santa-Jax sighed in reminiscence, but he left those two be when he glanced back at the camera. With Dixon and Aiken still wrapped around his arms, moaning weakly with their legs trembling and covered in spent loads, neither of them interrupted the goat when he spoke confidently.

“Well then! From our family to yours, I want to wish ALL of you a wonderful holiday season! Stay safe, and make sure to show your loved ones you care~” He looked over at Daddy Dog with a warm smile, adding, “Ain’t that right, buddy?~”

“Hmph, absolutely…” Daddy Dog didn’t hesitate to lean in towards the goat, and he gave him a surprisingly tender kiss with both of their eyes closed. It wasn’t any tongue-laden makeout session, but a more loving romantic kiss that lingered on long enough to leave both of their cheeks blushing. When they pulled back, they stared into each other’s eyes lovingly, almost like they forgot the cameras were on them. “... Merry Christmas, Jackson~”

“Merry Christmas, David.” With that, the final shot of the video was of Santa-Jax and Daddy Dog kissing once more, letting the sounds of the other guys’ moaning voices linger on while they shared that intimate moment of kinky holiday bliss…