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Okay so... Here's a story I wrote earlier today because I wanted to share something Christmas-y with all of you.

WARNING: This story is of a two males getting it on. If you hate/loath/dislike that, than DONT READ THIS STORY. LOL

Also to be clear, there's some father/son kinkiness and dirty talking going on, but these two people are strangers. Also there's some subtle mpreg references that can probably easily be overlooked. Also I wrote this in a somewhat exhausted / braindead state... So... That's probably good to know before jumping into this. Also I should stop adding also's.

If it was fappable, _ please do _ let me know in the comments below! That's like the ultimate compliment! ? (^_~)

IF YOU DON'T WANT BACKSTORY just search for "You need to be told what to do?" and off you go. :3 Enjoy!

PS: Do try to be kind with your critiques pretty please, I promise I do try my very best! Wow... This has a ton of terrible ratings already... That sucks. :c </3

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I'd always hated the holiday season and I wasn't exactly quiet in my protesting. Coworkers liked to have get together and the Christmas party was the biggest one of them all. You wouldn't imagine that the staff that manage a mall would be that great at throwing a party, but they most certainly did. They'd have catering and a gift exchange, and everyone would bring friend and family and talk about their holiday plans over Christmas and New Years. It was hard to listen to at times, wonderful stories of loving families and parents and siblings spending quality time with one another that in some cases they'd looked forward to all year long. "What about you Ryan? What're you doing for Christmas?" Rachel had asked. She was a wonderful golden retriever with the kind of smile that forces you to give a genuine smile right back regardless of how bad a day you may have been having, but I wasn't going to entertain her and my other co-workers with a lie. "Eh..." I hesitated "Probably just have a quiet Christmas this year..." I kept it as vague as I possibly could, skirting around my lack of family for this time of year or I'd risk getting strong armed into have to join one or perhaps multiple coworkers for their own perspective family gatherings... The intentions they had when they had done so previously was nice, but it seemed even more painful to be a third wheel hanging over the shoulder of someone from work I didn't even know all that well in the first place, outside of work.

"Are you going to join us again this year?" Rachel asked, and that's when I knew I wasn't going to get out of this without having to politely but directly decline. She tugged on an arm, and tried to give me the biggest puppy eyes you'd ever seen and though it gave me a soft chuckle watching this girl a couple years my senior try to act so young and needy, I just couldn't bring myself to agree to it this time around. It had been a hard year for me, and I was having an especially hard time this holiday season... And now with Christmas music blaring in the office, and garland and red ribbons everywhere the eye could see, the yule log playing on a large TV like a fireplace and everyone talking and being merry, I could feel that empty spot in my chest that ached and ached and ached. I just gave a polite but indirect shake of my head in response, trying my very absolute best to keep from being a downer at such a happy time for everyone. She gave me a pouted lip for a moment and she released her death grip on my arm but relented eventually. "Next year maybe... I'll save ya' a plate, okay?" she inquired and I just nodded all the same.

Shortly after her attention had drifted and the conversation had gone on with what others were doing, some flying home for the holidays and some staying in the area to visit with family... I just took my leave quietly. Slinking out of a room without being noticed was something I'd grown pretty accustomed to doing over the years, avoiding awkward situations when people started in on family and such, and I knew in the back of my head if I stuck around too long people were going to start drilling me, and I just didn't care to even risk someone really digging into my lack of a social life or the likes... A lack of family... I just wasn't a very social-able fellow I guess, favoring reading books and playing music... I did love playing music so very much.

"Oof!" I'd blurting out as I'd collided with someone. Unbeknownst to myself I'd begun to get so lost in my thoughts as I was trying to slink along the hallway back to my office I'd slammed into someone turning the corner. I held my muzzle, tasting copper as I'd realized I'd rammed it into whatever they were carrying and I hissed at the sting of it as water pooled in my eyes that I did my very best to choke back.

"Heavens, boy..." I hear rumbled back at me "Are you okay? You gave me a fright!" the person informs and my brows furrow as a sense of anger wells up in me hearing someone blame me for knocking myself to the ground, but before I could look up he was already kneeling down and bringing a handkerchief up to my nose to help with that bit of bleeding it had done. "I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you coming you were so quiet! You're like a shadow!" he chuckled warmly and I was starting to hate how nice he sounded, because it was going to make being mad at him basically impossible.

"I... I think my nose might be broken." I whispered, trying to keep the etching whimper at the back of my throat at bay, because boy did it hurt.

"Just keep your head back a moment until it stops..." he informs, putting a hand on the back of my head and tilting my nose upward like a nurse. "There... Now grab onto me so we can get you up off the ground." he instructed with that voice gravely and firm. He had a voice that was much nicer than any male has any right to admit. I held onto his arm that held my nose, and he used it to help me up slowly. "There... Better?" he asks, drawing the cloth away. I wiggle my nose as best I can and it stings, but it wasn't broken or anything absurd, just felt like I'd smacked it with something like most do as a pup.

"Y... Yeah I think it's okay." I nod and only just now had I actually looked at him, and found myself a bit surprised by his stature. "Santa...?" I almost chuckle out "I got beat up by Santa?" I add as I chuckle and he starts doing the same thing, us both smirking at the thought.

"Ho ho ho!" he chuckles, hand placed on a round belly in the most stereotypical Santa expression I can possibly ever imagine "Sorry about that m'boy, I'll be sure you get something extra special for Christmas!" he adds and we both just laugh again. He seemed nice, a gray wolf or something of the sort, muzzle coated in gray with the cliché santa beard hanging off of it. It looked so silly, but in a way it suited him. A bigger guy to suit the outfit no less, and as he stood up fully and we looked between us it seemed like he took up the whole hallway in spite of his soft demeanor. "If that gets any worse, be sure to have that looked at... Okay?" he asks, finally drawing me out of my thoughts and gives me a reassuring pat on the shoulder "And put an ice pack on it if it starts swelling or anything... Can't have you in pain on Christmas!" he jests warmly, giving another hearty laugh that would only be appropriate for a Santa and the whole exchange has me giving a smile more genuine than most I can remember in a good long while.

He must be really great with the kids here, I noted to myself, nodding in return. "Of course of course, you go ahead... You've got all those houses tonight n'all..." I laughed and realized looking at my watch that our exchange may have made him late to start, or to leave perhaps. Every person on earth wanted to get out of work as quickly as possible, let alone on Christmas Eve. Though I couldn't speak for everyone, considering I was just some lonely paper pusher in payroll who made sure people and businesses we owed got their money. "Sorry about... ...all that." I finish "I wasn't really looking where I was going... My fault... Kind of you to stay and make sure I was alright" I find myself explaining so he didn't feel guilty about nearly railroading this stranger in a hallway at the place he's employed.

"Sometimes the best gifts are the one's least expected." he informs with a warm smile that almost betrayed that massive square wolven muzzle to which it belonged "Hang in there." with another pat on my shoulder and as quickly as he'd arrived he was gone. Leaving my somewhat small husky frame standing alone in a hallway with a level of confusion about what he'd meant, or what just happened even.

I'm sure you can imagine, the very first thing I did is checked the schedule to see who was meant to be where... And of course, it was our mall Santa and not some crazy lunatic pretending he's the real Santa... Though as I verified my momentary thoughts as being completely insane, it became clear to me that there probably wasn't much of a middle ground between a mall Santa and some psychotic person with a drug addiction on the street who thought they were a real Santa... Surely a mall Santa has to at least convince himself for eight hours a day that he's the real deal... Right?

I shake my head pulling myself from my thoughts quickly, realizing I'd lost my thoughts on a wild tangent. "Christopher... Nice name." I think out in a whisper still looking at the schedule on the board in the staff room where we kept the lockers and such before wandering back to my office. The day wasn't much longer, sun setting and I was unsurprisingly seemingly the last to leave... Everyone's rushing home to families... No surprise there.

I was always nervous walking out to my car in the evenings, the parking lot a big open thing that would have probably been a good predator target but we thankfully had never had problems of that sort. Between the security cameras and the periodic security car passing by, which was just now making it's pass, I was nervous but never had a reason to be. My car chirping and the stereo coming alive as I rolled the engine over as it started and as quickly as it began to rumble, it died, in what is undoubtedly the most predictable moment of 2017.

"You... Mother... F..." I tried starting it once more and it did the same. Started for a moment, then stalled out quickly. I immediately thought the gas tank, but the gauge was full and I know I'd just refilled it. I immediately think to go smack the battery terminals with a tire iron, a stupid trick my mother had taught me when I was only a pup and that too, annoyingly, didn't do the trick. Now with the sun down behind the hills the cold creeped in fast and I could already see my breath as I jumped back in the car. I started thinking of options, knowing that a tow truck or even just a taxi on Christmas eve at night is going to assuredly cost a zillion dollars, and even with my healthy savings I know full well it would make more sense to just walk home but my god was it cold... It was getting so, so cold... Frost starting to collect on the edges of my windows as I quickly considered my options and I just... Cracked. I started crying and beating at my steering wheel and I just lost control for a moment. Flailing wildly and demanding some sort of cosmic justice for my intense desire and attempt to just be a good person and do good things... I'd been good I was sure, I'd thought of others and did good deeds for strangers... I had taken care of myself and did the same for others whenever I knew I could... And my god was I so mad right now and all of it had been rudely interrupted by a car that pulled up to mine. I swallowed hard not knowing who it was, lacking the flashing lights of the security cars and it wasn't one of my coworkers.

"You look like you could use some help!?" the voice said from the other side of my frosty cold window, and my brows furrowed as I tried to identify the familiar-but-not voice. As the interior light came on in their car I'd find myself looking at that damn Santa from earlier, and I just started laughing uncontrollably. He gave a smirk back at me, and I just kept laughing and laughing. He must have thought I'd really lost my marbles but he lingered and as my laughing fit slowed, I just nodded as I got out of my car and took the keys with me.

"Yeah I..." I paused still laughing at myself and my life in this comedic moment "I just can't get her to start... Didn't make any sense to pay a trillion for a tow right now... Was thinking about walking home."

"In this cold!? Heavens no m'boy... C'mon, surely I can take you at least." he insisted and we stared at each other for a moment, him clearly seeing the reluctance in my face. "C'mon how dangerous is Santa?" he added and we both just start laughing again. Something about that silly wolf all decked out as Santa, likely twenty years my senior and full of life, just absolutely amused me.

"Okay okay... Okay... Seems silly to walk if I can just as easily get a short ride." I answered knowing he was right in spite of everything I'd learned about not accepting a ride from a stranger as I grew up. I'd gotten in the car of his, something smaller, modest, and unassuming. A mid-sized to small sedan that seemed appropriate for a gentleman of his age and disposition, though his stature made him seem almost comedic in size tucked inside the small space and whilst I had to do my best to keep from laughing at the sight, he was just so nice it was impossible to genuinely laugh at him as a person. "Does Santa usually pick up boys in the middle of the night from dark parking lots..?" I asked much to his bemusement.

"Depends on how I'm feeling..." he smirked "...Okay okay, I have a confession... I couldn't just not help you regain the spirit of Christmas... Because my last name's Kringle and I'm the real Father Christmas." he adds smirking at me still with a wink.

I start laughing at the statement, albeit a markedly stark one coming from someone who really hadn't any knowledge about me as a person. "Yeah yeah... I'm sure..." I just smirked back at him, nudging him a little as he'd drive with my occasional hand-gestures on where to turn, making our co-driving an easy and hassle-free one. "How'd you become a mall Santa, anyways?" I asked "I mean isn't that usually reserved for old men with a drinking problem?" I chuckled to myself and he gave a smirk to me as he listened.

"No, heavens no... Just don't have to be at work every day, and I thought if I could brighten some kids days then maybe I've put a little bit of good out into the world." he smiled to himself as he drove "I don't have much family y'see... Just like you... We're pretty alike, you and I." he added, and I felt suddenly very violated as far as knowledge of me had gone.

"But... You don't even know me... How could you possibly know if I have family or not?" I added, my voice a little curt as I called him out on his abundance of assumptions he'd been making.

"Well am I wrong?" he asks honestly, and my ears fold abruptly at the question. He looks over at me, and I look out the opposite window to look away from him. "You were in a parking lot, alone, on Christmas eve... In what was a broken down car, that any family member or friend would have been able to pick you up from if you had any to choose from..." he answers in that gravely low tone as we pulled up to my house. I started taking off my seat belt to leave his car, and it was taking everything I could to keep myself from tears... He was right, of course he was right. I could've been murdered in that parking lot and no one would have even noticed I was gone until well into the next year but that didn't mean I had to be told it, and it definitely doesn't give him permission to pry into my personal life like he knows me Though it was at this point that I'd realized I was getting mad at someone for making some obvious observations about my life, and telling me his are the same. I felt stupid for getting angry then.

"I'm sorry..." I started, and before I'd actually begun to make my proper apology he'd already leaned over the console to wrap his arms around me in a hug. A big, big, tight hug. The kind of hug a family member is supposed to give you when you get broken up with, or the kind of hug a lover gives you when a parent passes... It was the kind of hug that is entirely genuine in simply consoling you.

"It's okay m'boy... It's okay. You're not alone." he answers, and his arms just tighten as his words made the tears come out in force. I could hear myself, in that sloppy, wet, somber, crying heaving you do when things couldn't possibly get any worse and I actually felt sympathy for myself for the first time. It was hard being alone all the time, and it was hard knowing no one was there for you at the end of the day, and it was hard never having someone to share important moments with and through all of these feelings that were being drawn out of me he just kept that iron-like hug wrapped so tightly around him I could feel each of his breaths in and out. "Why don't you come over... Come over and we'll have something to eat together, okay?" he asks "Let me cook something for you, how about that?" he asks as his arms ease and his hands grip my shoulders to make my eyes look into his. His eyebrows on that gray wolven face so high in an expression of such overwhelming concern and I just try to shake my head but he won't listen to me. "Please... Just let me cook dinner for you tonight... Just one meal... Then you can do... Whatever you want... I'll take you home or anywhere you want to go." he adds, and I realize he probably just thinks I'm suicidal or something.

"It's okay... I don't mind it... I'm not at risk or anything... Really, I'm fine." I answers trying to keep those crying whimpers from my voice as I spoke so I didn't sound as broken as I felt at the moment. "It was very nice of you to take me home Christopher. Thank you." I add as I start to slip out of the door.

"Please." he grips me by the hand, forcing me to look back at him. "We have nowhere to be, you and I... So let's be nowhere together." he adds, and his expression looks so overwhelming genuine as he looks at me. No judgment or ill intentions, no agenda or ulterior motive. As snow starts falling in thick snowflakes I find myself sitting back down in the car slowly, giving a huff as I let those emotions ease back into my chest and close the door as well before letting more of that bitter-cold air in.

"You are... ...The weirdest Santa." I finally muster up to say, and we both just laugh at each other for a little while.

"Yeah... I get that a lot I guess." he muses, smirking at me, rubbing my shoulders for a moment with one of his hands, in a very fatherly gesture trying to calm me down. "I promise m'boy, you won't regret this... I'll have you know I'm a great cook." he pauses "I can do extraordinary things with a microwave!" and we're off again as we're both laughing at what he'd said. "You've..." he pauses "You've had a rough year, huh...?" he pauses once more, though his question was rhetorical "Yeah... Me too. Cheers to starting a new year better than this one, huh?" he jests, turning on the radio and softly Christmas music plays while we chat about things that'd happened throughout the year. I'd lost a distant family member, and while not close, it was easy to feel further away than ever from having any semblance of real family anywhere in the world. Santa on the other hand, Christopher, had experienced some pretty serious health concerns but thankfully things had turned out okay... And we'd both had a lonely year in general.

He was amused by my inquiry if he'd ever had a Ms Kringle. "Never got around to it... Served some time in the armed forces, and by the time I'd gotten back I'd a few new scars... The biggest one on my heart from the things I'd seen... Just never did recover." he answered me and I suddenly felt a great deal of heartache for the stranger. "What's your name anyways, m'boy? Or shall it just remain 'Boy' for the duration of the evening?" he muses, putting a hand on my leg and giving it a playful shake as he drove.

"Hah... Could be Girl if the moment's right." I answer while we both chuckle, he just gives a chuckle and a side-long glance at me and a "noted" to match. "My name's Ryan... And yours, I know is Christopher... ...I'm in payroll, so, wasn't hard to figure out." I informed plainly, suddenly realizing I knew more about him then he probably did me... I really was over reacting wildly, earlier. "Woah..." I'm suddenly side struck as we enter a secluded driveway. Gates opening up to this immaculately lit long, long driveway that winded along, with seemingly every inch twinkling with Christmas lights making the enter forest that surrounded the driveway come alive. Even over the top of the driveway from tree to tree were strands making a tunnel of beautiful lights of every color. "It's..." I stammered "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" I informed while leaning forward to see more out of the front window. The driveway was growing a little thick with snow but the car seemed to not have any trouble managing it's way along the long driveway and it's incline before we'd finally arrive at the house that seemed to be at the end of a long clearing which the wolf would pull around like a circular driveway. It all seemed so opulent and beautiful, and yet not... Expensive, exactly.

"Welcome to Le Manoir De Noel!" he muses, but the title was surely intended to be entirely comedic. Because while everything about the place was immaculately decorated for Christmas in the most extraordinary of Christmas décor and displays, the house was somehow very modern and yet cabin-like all at the same time. He held an arm out to gesture me along to follow him towards the door, two giant solid wood glossy doors with what looks like an entire forest mural carved into it's facade with brushed steel hardware to keep with the modern cabin aesthetic, opening up to a spacious but modest foyer that kept to the very same style. This wolf had absolutely incredible taste, and it fell just short of being excessive.

"This... This is... Amazing, Christopher... I don't know how on earth you afford this, but it's..." and I'm silenced by the view he's afforded from this house atop a hill that seemingly overlooked everything as far as the eye could see in the full 180 degrees the living room connected to the foyer had as it's view.

He passes me as he begins walking down the connected hall, and I can hear him speaking from what I assumed was his bedroom "Well I'm elated that you like it Ryan... Just nice to have some company." he adds, and I'm almost startled as he passes by me still staring out of the living room and the infinity pool that accented that extraordinary view. I would theorize this would make an extraordinary piece of architecture as the crown jewel of any executive or CEO but my thoughts are silenced as I watch the wolf walk by without that big red coat on. "What..?" he asks, looking at me staring back at him and my eyes dip as the scent of his sweaty body hits me without the jacket there he'd had on.

My god, he's beautiful... Hat gone exposing that short messy hair and his achingly handsome face fully visible, square and peppered just right with his age, and he had a remarkably-tight white undershirt on under his jacket that I can see now clinging wildly too tight to his body as he passes me, making every inch of his upper body absolutely clear as crystal, and it's just as obscenely god-like as the rest of him. Big beefy chest spanning out into large muscular arms and a muscle gut that's so... "Ryan, you okay?" he asks and I'm violently ripped out of my thoughts so hard I start coughing sharply having choked on my own spit.

"Yes... Yes I'm... I'm fine." taking in deep huffs of his musky scent and jesus christ why does it smell so damn good. I've never even felt this way for someone and yet here I am getting all flustered and blushing so hot it burned my cheeks because of Santa? What the hell had come over me!? I have to awkwardly shift my hips as my cock throbbed and jutted down a leg angrily and I can feel my knot... I can actually feel my knot pulsing it wanted more of that so bad and I wanted to punch myself so hard for how I was acting.

"Well I'm just going to get dinner started and grab us some eggnog or something... So... I mean the bathroom's down the hall, living room right here... Or you can find me in the kitchen." he answers with a warm smile, and a gentle pat on the arm before he meanders off, thick wolven tail bobbing contentedly behind him as he walks and it feels like a knife in my gut knowing how nice this guy is being to me for absolutely no reason what so ever.

I almost run full-speed to the restroom just to ease the pressure in my pants, and in spite of how violently I wanted to jerk it right then and there in this guys restroom I resist the urge and work to get myself calmed down with some cold water on my face. Eventually returning back to the living room and I can hear him whistling in the kitchen just like my grandfather used to when I was a pup, stirring warm memories in my heart that may have just made my heart grow three sizes that day. I'm delighted to find an older guy like him has Netflix built into his television so I'm not forced to watch some news or something, and keeping in the spirit of Christmas I turn on 'It's a Wonderful Life' and huff at the scent of wolf sweat and delicious food coming from the kitchen. I waited a few minutes before wandering into the kitchen to check on him and he was already walking out with plates which he'd handed me as he moved, gesturing to the couch "Ah, I love this one! This came out the same year I was born!" he chuckles heartily before catching my expression on my face "Oh come now boy, I'm joking... You can't think I'm THAT old." he laughs at me and for the moment I feel a bit foolish for having actually considered the possibility that shortly ago I'd been lusting after someone who could have been my father's father.

He made fettuccine Alfredo with chicken, and though I've no idea how he could have possibly known that it was my absolute most favorite dish on earth, I was overwhelmingly grateful for the meal he'd cooked. "This is... Extraordinary, Christopher... Gods." I answer, leaning back after placing my plate on the coffee table in front of us and rubbing my stomach... I'd never felt so full and contented, and the movie was far from over, so I was more than happy to relax and watch.

"It... Wasn't much to whip up but... Well... I'm just really elated you enjoyed it Ryan." he answers simply, smiling over at me momentarily and I'd be given that same sweet and kind, genuine smile he'd likely given a million times before. Almost reminded me of one of those cliché movie smiles you expect a dad to give his kid when he's feeling especially proud, and it fitted the wolf extraordinarily well. He started removing his shirt and it took me by surprise as he sat there, plate carefully resting between those thick legs of his and him peeling off that tight, tight white shirt revealing that very muscular and admittedly hard-to-look-away-from chest and gut again that made my chest tighten as much as a select other part of me. "Was still gross from work and spilled a little too... Sorry." he informs tossing it towards the hallway, and I'm hit with a new level of his scent permeating the room. I can see him smirk at me and my hot cheeks, and it made me wonder if he was just doing this to mess with me, but I couldn't be certain.

At some point he'd done the romantic thing and put an arm around me. Big canine arm hanging over my smaller frame and a wide-spread hand pulling me in by my other arm forcing me firmly against that wide heavily-scented chest of his and it was impossible to smell anything but the scent of him and my body wouldn't stop throbbing in the wake of it. I hadn't expected him to be a cigar type given his general disposition up until that point but I find the scent oddly nice after he'd lit one, and I found it to be entirely unlike cigarettes. Typically they'd bother me a lot, like trying to snort lines out of a disgusting ash tray but this was... Like oak or something, and hard to tell apart from the fireplace at times as it crackled and burned from the corner of the room, but above it all I could clearly smell him, and it was so intoxicating. I'd turn my head occasionally to look up at him, just to see him looking back at me with that warm kind smile and though I'm not sure when exactly, it was easy to feel his throbbing inside his pants as well. First my arm rested firmly against that fat, fat sheath of his bulging obscenely from his pants due purely from it's size but now... Now there was more there. Now I was stealing glances over at it as it spilled over his thigh right against my arm making sure I could feel every single one of his throbs and it was making me want to scream... I'd gone from straight to lusting over Santa in a two hour period and the fact that he hadn't noticed was making it all the more unbearable.

"Well?" he'd eventually say to me, letting out a long cloud of cigar smoke in the process. "You just intend to keep staring at it?" he asked so incredibly matter-of-factly, that my brain couldn't even register what he was talking about for certain.

"What?" I asked, making him nearly growl from the smirk growing so big on his muzzle "I'm... I'm sorry I didn't mean..." I stammered trying to apologize.

"You need to be told what to do? You need Dad to tell you what to do?" he asks and my cheeks ignite from what he's asking me. My lips are moving trying to answer but I can't get it out... I can't manage to get the words out but I'm trying so hard "Stand up, Pup." he states firmly, and I move slowly but I'd oblige his command until I'm standing between him and the coffee table nearby where we'd left our now-empty plates.

"Take off your clothes." he adds while I'm standing there under his watchful eye, and he takes another puff from his cigar as he watches me. I'm certain he couldn't have seen anything less sexy than me awkwardly trying to take my clothes off in front of someone for the first time but that doesn't stop me from fulfilling the order. "All of it." he adds, making me get rid of any semblance of dignity as underwear meet the floor and he just leaves me standing there in front of him a while, looking at me up and down predatory gaze fixed on my body. "Turn around Puppy... Let Dad see everything." he informs, making a circle motion with his hand I do so, slowly turning around with my arms crossing over my chest sheepishly. "Good boy... Now get on your knees. Service your Dad." he adds, pointing between his legs.

The worst part of how all of this felt, is how badly my body burned every time he said something to me. Like my body came alive every time he said something to me and I couldn't stand the way it made that ache of want build in the pit of my stomach. I dropped down to my legs, hands nervously trying to work open his pants under that gut and his muzzle never stops staring intently at me. It's hard to get his pants open with the force of his arousal adding a great deal of pressure but once I get his button open and his zipper started on it's way down it spills out with great force. His arousal practically hits my muzzle so hard it stings and I can feel the strings of pre that had been collecting on it as they web across the opposite side of my face from my having turned it as it collided with me, lacing every single inhale now with the scent of his rut and my body throbbed so harshly at all of this. How silly I felt, and how in command he felt to me.

"Open up, Puppy... You're gonna have to take this down one way or another." and as I even try to align my muzzle with him I know, there's absolutely no way. His girth is so utterly outrageous that I'm certain I couldn't possibly fit it but he's gotten me so flustered and aroused that I didn't even care anymore.

"Ah ah, Puppy... Nope." he informs, and I can feel his leg kick my hand away from my own cock and I couldn't even remember at what point I'd even reached for it... I was slipping into some kind of weird hypnosis almost, where I was losing track of what I was even doing and I find myself doing everything within my might to force all of him down my gullet until I can feel my throat stretching out just to try and fit him. "There... Good Puppy." he coos down at me, one of his hands reaching behind my head and I can feel his claws dig into my scruff as he grips it and forces me down, hilting many more inches of himself into me and it causes tears to fall from the ache in my throat. My body doing everything it can possible do to reject him, lewd sounds of sputtering and gagging and everything it possibly can but he just ruts deeply into my muzzle. Flexing his hips and forcing me further down on him until my lips are firmly colliding with the start of his knot and the large male carefully times every movement to make certain that I'm given just enough air and just when I need it. I could still hear him taking another puff on his cigar as he used me that way, that torturous way that made my balls ache and my gut tighten.

I throbbed so violently, I could feel the pre running down my own arousal from what he was doing to me and I still don't understand how it felt that way. To feel him abuse that body of mine in a way it was so vastly not intended to be used and still it actually wanted more, so much more. "Puppy, No!" he barked at me, suddenly forcing my muzzle off of him with that grip he kept on my neck and I just then realize I'd grabbed my own cock again for relief. He shifted me quickly, I could feel him flexing and moving and in a flash I'm laid over both of his legs and he swats my ass very, very hard. I hiss at the feeling of it, unsuspecting of what he'd intended to do and he swats again and again. Pausing only briefly to loop his belt around my neck like a leash and collar and he uses the same hand to grip and tug up on my tail exposing more of myself to him. I was whining... I was whining like a whelp and each time he'd swat me I'd hear myself whine louder at him. "If you're going to be bad, Boy, I will treat you like one." He swats again, harder perhaps and I'm nearly yowling out at him from the pain of it. "Are you going to be a good boy now?" he asks flatly, hand stroking over my ass, his digit just-so grazing my twitching entrance knowingly.

"Yes... Yes I'll be good... I'll be..." I answered and before I could finish he'd swatted me once more making me nearly scream out back at him "I'll be good! I'll be a good boy now!" I answered as he tugged at my leash and tail making my whole body freeze up and my back arch. He dips his spare hand down from my ass he'd been swatting, to collect all of the pre he'd spanked out of me against his leg and I have to endure feeling him use it to prod at my entrance as he stretches me open slowly.

"Yes Daddy, I'll be a good boy." he corrects hotly in that gravely voice into an ear. I hesitate before he pulls abruptly on my tail once more making his digits suddenly feel three times the size for a brief moment and I nearly howl out the response that he'd wanted.

"Yes... Daddy... I'll be a good boy!" I hurry to answer and he strokes over my prostate suddenly making my entire body shake and I could hear him growl back at the moan it drew out of me.

"You're tight, Puppy..." he informs "Bet Dad's been the only one back here... Good boy like you, no doubt." he notes while he repeats the gesture once or twice more. He shifts me over slightly, pulling my legs far enough over and off of his lap that my muzzle is nearly perfectly aligned with that obscenely sized arousal and he continues stroking at my inner walls while he watches me anxiously try to work him back into my muzzle. "See... Look at that... You know just what to do, to be a good boy." he huffs at me, and I can hear his pleasure right back at me though I'm given far more freedom than I was before. One of my hands dipping down to feel his balls inside his pants, and they're just as utterly obscene as the rest of him, feeling so absolutely massive and so incredibly heavy. "That's all for you." he growls into one of my ears in a way that makes my entire body tense and shiver, and before long he's shifting again but it's easy to tell what he's doing now.

He kneels me over the side of the couch and near instantly I can feel his body pressed firmly against the backs of my thighs. "I..." I nearly whimper at him, my body desperately aroused and needy and I was scared "...I've never... ...I don't think that'll fit... Just... Let me inside of you instead?" I huffed but he wouldn't so much as even reply. Grinding his cock against my back, pushing it firmly down so I could feel the way it extended far past the small of my back and up to my shoulder blades... He was doing it just to tease me, just to mess with my head as he growled and I could actually feel the drips of his saliva and thick rivulets of pre falling down on me and matting my fur as he strained to control himself enough to just draw his hips back. I could feel him align himself with me, that absolutely bludgeoning thick tip pressing firmly against my opening and he's so patient with my body. Letting that tapered wolven cock tip press into me, and lace my walls incessantly with his relentless torrent of pre, forcing my walls to slowly ease open for him until I can feel him sinking into me in spite of his size. My muzzle hanging open and every inch of my body tensed and writhed. The large canine behind me giving only just enough time for my body to start to ease before forcing more of himself into me. I could feel him so deep inside me that he'd distend my belly, the way he'd seemingly rearrange everything inside me just take take him and he'd managed to find something inside me. Some... Deeper most wall, or something incredibly tight and he was content to just let his tip sit there, pumping and pumping more and more pre into me before he slowly drags his hips back and begins a tortuously slow but relentless thrusting and my god he feels like he's a foot wide by three deep.

The wolf's grip holds onto my hips and when his grip tightens around me I swear I could feel him wrap his grip entirely around my smaller waist due to our difference in size, and though I couldn't be certain I'm pretty certain I could feel those massive balls dragging against my calves... My god was he so utterly over sized and I was going to be made to endure every moment of his desires. "You're... So tight, Puppy." he nearly huffs at me, working hard to force air from his lungs to talk in a voice so gravelly and full of growl it was hard to be certain of what I'd heard him say. He'd begun a frequent mixture of biting at my nape and between my shoulders, but his grip was like steel wrapped around my body forcing me to stay right in place for him as his speed would slowly grow more and more. We'd transitioned from stationary to a decent pace of those thrusts sawing in and out of me but I could feel him bottom out inside me every single time as my body refused to allow him any further. All the while my own arousal is swatting against my bloated stomach with every firm thrust into me and his balls are like a wall of heated flesh as they collide with my own smaller pair.

"I'm going to breed you full of my pups, Boy... I'm going to make you a mommy." he adds, and though the words may have been silly, as he continued to rut in and out of me they just made me spasm down so much harder on him.

"Oh yeah, you like that huh? You want me to fuck you full of my pups?" he adds, and I know he can feel my body responding every time no matter how badly I'd like to have hidden it. He pulls at my tail and grinds his knot against me suddenly and I'm howling out at him pleadingly. "Tell me Puppy... Tell Dad you want to be bred full of his pups." he growls between hard, hard tugs at my nape with his teeth and my body is writhing with passing submissive orgasms. Fruitless, cum-less orgasms of my body trembling and seemingly tearing apart at the seams but I wouldn't be given proper satisfaction just yet.

"P... Please..." I struggle to even get out "Please Daddy..." I work so hard to just tell him what he wants to hear, but his tugging again and again to look at his cock rutting into my tail is making it impossible for me to even form the words properly.

"You almost got it boy... And Dad nearly does too..." he informs, working harder and harder to get that knot in. Every single thrust more and more violent than the last until eventually he's using every fiber of muscle and the weight of his body itself to thrust deeper and deeper into me.

"I want you to fill me with pups." I state in a wild moan as I can feel him sinking the rest of himself into me, his knot finally breaching those tight walls and he sinks so very much deeper into me. That obscene cock with it's even more obscenely bloated knot and I can hear myself yowling uncontrollably and he just bites and pulls so hard on my nape with his teeth as he cums into me. His cock buried into some new deeper place that previously had denied him and his knot is so massive in it's thick veined knotted state that it's locked deeply behind my hips refusing to be removed for quite some time. "Nnn!" I cry out, orgasm ripping through my body like a sheet of paper being ripped in half and the cum is pouring out of my un-touched cock euphorically. His hips keep jerking, grinding, burying everything he has into my absolute depths, and I can feel every incredible throb and lurch of that massive wolven cock inside me spilling more of that potent seed into my very core making that once-taunt belly of mine hang more and more obscenely. He hooks an arm around my chest and uses it to pull me back, his other arm taking my own into it and wrapping it over my stomach so I can feel it... All of it... All of that hot, thick seed he'd planted in that heated awaiting core and the obscene bulge of his arousal as it continued to leak more into me even still but he'd flood my muzzle with his tongue as he kissed me in a romantic and deep kiss, deeper than anything I'd ever seen or read or heard about. He captivated my muzzle and he let me taste him, even the taste of his saliva was tasty and arousing to me and while I wanted to be embarrassed by it, it was impossible to be embarrassed right now in this moment with him.

"Good boy..." he huffs as his muzzle parts, the male's muzzle just far enough away to pant hotly against the top of my muzzle as he draws back. We stayed that way for a period of time, him buried in me as we both kneeled against the end of the couch and my stomach so utterly heavy and full. I must have looked like I was pregnant with a litter or three but while his hands stroked all along my body and spent extra attention to that belly of mine, it felt so tender and romantic.

"Will you stay with me? Here? For the night?" he asked me softly, in that warm dad-like voice as his senses returned back to him "Well... We don't have a choice about that, but... Beyond tonight?" he chuckled softly with amusement, though the dad-joke earned an eye-roll from me. He eased us back on the couch, him laying with his back to the arm of the couch, and our legs sprawled along the couch itself with mine atop of his. He resumed that slow stroking along my body, petting me again, though this time it was right along that swollen belly and I swear I could still feel him throbbing periodically inside me still filling me with more. "Will you Ryan? Stay with me? Please?" he asked once more, though low and soft as he whispered it against an ear affectionately.

I just shook my head in a silent yes, lacking the heart to take such a romantic and loving thing away from us both. "I..." I struggled to find the exact words I was looking for "I've never... Any of this... With no one." I informed "Never had company on Christmas even or anything..." I added honestly, though I wasn't intended to garner anyone's sympathy by mentioning.

"Well, we're forming a new family... And this will be our tradition." he answers so absolute and matter-of-factly. Like this was the most obvious answer in the world, and that any logical sane person would obviously think the same thing. "Think you'd like that, Pup? Letting dad fill you with Christmas spirit... Being given some very special gifts from Dad... Spending Christmas making a new litter of pups all the way through New Years?" he asks.

"Wait... What?" I stammered.

"Sometimes the best gifts, are the one's least expected."