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Connor was sitting sprawled out on his leather couch, the cool material flush against his shirtless back while simple pajama pants with holiday ornaments decorated the legs. He was alone. The only thing that really was going activity wise was a simple open fireplace that was lit aflame. The legs of the fireplace were pine and the scent wafted throughout the living room. The scent reminded Connor of the holiday spirit and added a sort of ambience to the space. A large, decorated tree sat off to the far left side of the room next to a panoramic window overlooking the snowy landscape. There had to be at least 4 inches of snow. It was starting to look like one of the cheesy Christmas calendars.

The cherry wood door that led into the living room was closed shut and locked, the warm wood almost glowing in the artificial light that came from the red and green lights of the Christmas tree. The tinsel around the tree was a similar red color and helped give the room a cheery and cozy atmosphere. Even Connor represented the warmth of the room; especially in his cheeks. If anyone could see the red glow through the black bull's fur, it would be quite red. The bottle of eggnog nearby and the empty glass adjacent to it was the main culprit.

"Fuck, nothing good on TV," Connor thought groggily to himself as he blinked heavily. The numerous TV channels he flicked through had the same classic Christmas movies on each of them. He didn't want to watch a single one due to the fact he would simply be bombarded by the same movies tomorrow when he was with his family.

Connor itched his chest and his pectorals gave a small bounce in response as his fingers moved over them. Even though it was the coldest Christmas on record, it was his house so he was going to wear whatever the fuck he wanted. He didn't have to be up and out of the house until 11:00 am to the family Christmas party anyway.

Connor looked back over at his bottle of eggnog, wrapping a large hand around it and swishing it around. About a quarter of the bottle remained and the bull gave a small smile to himself. He glanced at the clock to see the time was about 11:50 pm.

"Ahh, Santa should be here any minute," Connor thought sarcastically to himself. He wished there was a big man like Santa at the North Pole to make all the presents he felt almost obligated to get for his family. It wasn't easy, especially since being a construction worker meant long hours at times during the fall months leading up to Christmas which meant he spent most of his time battling the crazy Christmas rush. But it was worth it to see his nieces and nephews....

The sound of a blunt force echoed on the top of his house's roof and Connor nearly dropped the glass that he was now clutching in his right hand. There was the sound of scraping followed by a low clunking sound that progressed further until it was directly over his head. He heard some swearing as well as snow being shifted and falling off his roof.

"What the hell..." Connor whispered as his ears dipped low in fear. He scrambled up off the couch as the clunking moved towards the chimney, slow and menacing. He knew of Christmas burglars that have been in the news of going through the door and robbing people, but his neighborhood was always quiet on Christmas. There wasn't a peep out of anyone!

Connor began to sneak towards the window, trying to see if he could spot anyone. Looking out, there was a shadow and it appeared to be a...sleigh?

"Mother of fucking..."

Connor stumbled on back towards his eggnog bottle and flipped it over to quickly skim over the ingredients. Nothing hallucinogenic it appeared; no LSD added in for flavor. His coworker that gave it to him may have been new but he wasn't trying to poison him from his understanding.

Connor looked behind him towards the stairs. He did have a double barrel upstairs....

The thought was immediately thrown out of his mind when he heard foosh as the fire was put out by a strategic drop of cold snow from outside. This was followed by seemingly a blackout, the lights inside the house completely turning off. Connor was left in the room, only dimly lit by the moonlight spilling in from the windows. The house was eerily still and quiet until Connor heard a grunt followed by more swearing and...

Were those the sounds of... bells?

Thump. A large, red sack was thrown down his chimney and into the fireplace. Connor was stunned and took a few steps back behind his couch. Words were on the tip of his tongue, but they didn't come out as he saw what appeared to be paws....no....hooves appearing at the mouth of the fireplace.

"This is it..." Connor thought to himself with horror. "This is how I am going to die. Probably some freak vulpine on all sorts of drugs and going to wear my skin as their trophy after they skin my ass."

Instead of a vile creature that came from the darkest depths of horror, a silhouette of a large man formed in front of him. What came next caught Connor off guard. "Ho, ho, ho!" the man cried out. "Merry--" He stopped abruptly as he began coughing up a storm. Connor remained quiet, keeping a safe distance between him and the stranger. He was mentally debating whether he should make a run for it, or defend himself while he still had the chance.

However, something kept him rooted in the spot.

After regaining his composure, the man spoke to himself. "How the fuck does that old man fucking do this? No wonder his asthma started acting up..." he voiced out in frustration. Connor could see him shaking his head. The man began to pull on the red sack, which was followed with a sound of something tearing. "Oh my lord." Things began to drop out of the sack; in the dimly lit room, Connor could vaguely see items wrapped in paper tied with strikingly colored bows. Were those presents?

"I don't get paid enough for this crap," the man said. The man knelt down to pick up the presents that had laid scattered on his feet. "I need a light." Connor then watched as the man snapped his fingers. Like magic, the blackout disappeared and all the lights came back.

"There we go, much better."

Instead of a man, Connor realized it was a reindeer. The unmistakable antlers jutted out from the top of his head, reaching upwards. The reindeer had his back turned to him, and Connor saw that he was wearing the signature red suit; the big black buckle, and the furry collar. He took another quick glance to the red sack this reindeer brought with him, and Connor thought back to the sleigh he vaguely saw outside.

Was this...Santa Claus?

"Let's see..." The Santa Reindeer continued, unbeknownst to him that someone else was watching him work. He was pouring over a list he had summoned out of thin air. "Connor Avery...no...Connor Bridget? No, that's not him either. Connor Greeve...?"

Whether it was the intoxication giving him the bravery at that moment in time, or the intoxication having him make stupid decisions, Connor decided that this was perfect time to introduce himself. "Connor Yules."

"Ah, right!" The reindeer found his name on the list and nodded. "Here he is. Thank you."

Connor stepped out of the corner that he was hiding from. "You're welcome."

At that moment, the reindeer lowered the list he was holding, making Connor see his face for the first time. The first thing that struck out to him was the reindeer's nose that was lightly glowing red. Their eyes met, and there was a second or so where the two just processed each other's existence.

It was the reindeer who first broke the silence.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Before Connor could even move, he found his entire body limping completely. He toppled towards the ground, unable to move a single muscle. Shuffling could be heard, and he could hear the reindeer cursing to himself at the sudden predicament. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"

Connor's heart beat rapidly in his chest. Was this it? Was this how he was going to die? Finding out that Santa was a reindeer instead of a jolly old man? Connor silently moped to himself. Well, finding out a childhood conspiracy wasn't such a bad way to go. At least he could safely say he discovered one of life's mysteries.

But before he could continue to ponder how his life was ending, Connor's sense of equilibrium shifted. He found himself floating magically in the air. It was a surreal feeling; like a puppet being lifted up by invisible strings. He didn't feel his weight, nor did he feel anything lifting him. He was just rising. He floated towards the reindeer who had his hand on his face. "Alright, okay, I got this..." he heard the reindeer say to himself. Connor felt a force turn his limp head to face forward.

He found himself face to face with the mysterious stranger. "Hello," the reindeer greeted.

Connor would have responded with something, but found his mouth unable to move. The reindeer realized this as well. With a flick of the reindeer's wrist, Connor could feel his mouth again. "Whoa! I can talk again!"

"Yes, you can," the reindeer responded. "Hello, Connor. I wasn't expecting you to be up this late."

Connor frowned at him. "Can you put me down? Talking to you like this feels weird."

"What?" The reindeer seemingly thought for a moment then relented. "Oh, okay." A few seconds later, Connor found his footing on the floor. The feeling of the ground beneath him felt safe and familiar. "There, better?"

"Yeah, much better," Connor responded, shaking his legs. Without skipping a beat, Connor then turned to look at the reindeer. "So? Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"I'm Father Christmas!"

Connor looked unconvinced.

"Saint Nick."

Connor's brows narrowed.

"Uh...Kris Kringle?"

"Really?"

"Uh, fuck it. This is why I hate dealing with adults," he said shaking his head. "You have me instead of the old man this year because his asthma started acting up." He let out a sad sigh. "I was supposed to be just at home today. I've been looking forward to a not so silent night with someone, but fucking Christmas....love the holiday but so much work." He turned to look at Connor. "So here I am, now having to do a memory wipe spell."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Memory wipe?"

"Kids are more gullible. Adults? Yeah, you're not supposed to see or remember me, Connor. That's our SOP. Don't worry. This isn't going to hurt...much...I think."

Connor's mind raced. The idea of a memory wipe didn't enticing. "Isn't that a bit excessive? I don't even know who you are. If you're not Santa, are you supposed to be Rudolph?"

The reindeer paused. "Rudolph? No! That's my twin brother. I'm Rodney."

"He has a twin?" Everything Connor knew about Christmas was turning upside down.

"Yes," Rodney responded, sounding annoyed.

Connor then remembered something. "Aren't you guys supposed to have nine reindeer?"

"We are. Though, Dasher had to call in sick because he drank too much at the party last night. You're not allowed to fly the sleigh if you have a hangover," he answered flatly. "I'm his substitute."

Connor decided to press his luck. He found himself more curious as to what he uncovered. "How does that work though? Do you guys share the load?"

Rodney gave him a weary look, but eventually relented. "Eh, I suppose I can tell you. I can wipe your memory anyways." Connor flinched at the thought. He was hoping Rodney had forgotten the notion. "We draw straws. Whoever gets the shortest straw gets the three columns of names. The rest get two. I drew the shortest one, so I get to have A, B, and C." He crossed his arms across his chest. "Whenever Santa is sick, we nine reindeer do his job for him. Which is why I'm here."

Then something dawned on Connor. "Then, aren't you supposed to be rushing or something?" His eyes glanced at the clock. It was already midnight.

"Nah, it's fine." Rodney walked over to the nearby armchair and flopped onto it. The reindeer released a sigh of relief. It looked like he had a long night. "You're the last person on my list. Those "presents" in the sack are on the naughty list."

"Oh..." Connor then nodded. That explained...a lot. Now, Connor was a full blown adult. Before this encounter, he thought nothing much of Christmas. It was just a festive time of year where people would buy things for their family and loved ones and share the joy and love and all that mushy stuff. Now...he found himself wondering. Amusing as it was for him to ask, his curiosity got the better of him. "Am I...on the naughty list?"

It was almost comical for the large bull to say especially since he was genuinely worried as to why. Maybe it was the fact he cussed out his cousin? But he was being racist so wasn't it pretty much his cousin's fault to begin with? Or was it the time when he cut in front of an old lady at the grocery store? But, Connor could have sworn she was waddling the other way....

"Yes," Rodney answered matter-of-factly. Connor flopped back to his previous position on the couch dumbstruck before the reindeer even showed up. He couldn't believe he got on the list of bad people! If he was on the naughty list, he shared space with some of the worst scumbags of the earth! The bull flopped back against the couch and had a sulken look on his face as a jingly reindeer in a coat way to big for him told him he was on the list.

"Ahhh, come on...it's not so bad," Rodney said as he walked over to Connor, placed a hand with a bit too familiar on his shoulder and sat down by him, jingling and jangling. Whatever was under that coat sure was making a ton of noise. Jesus, if his neighbors could see him chatting with a reindeer right now...that would be nuts.

"Sometimes, you just have to look at the bright side. I...we...did bring you something to make your holiday a little brighter. And maybe make you more likely to get on the nice list. Maybe even right below Tom Holland! That's always a goal to shoot for next year!"

Connor looked over at Rodney with a bit of skepticism. "How come I am on that list? I wasn't that bad, right?"

Rodney's eyes did a quick look to the right and he lifted his finger up as if he remembered something, "N-now, the big man upstairs...errrr....to the North knows who was good and who wasn't. I didn't make the list. I just deal in...punishments."

"Uhhh, excuse me?"

"I give presents to the good. I punish people on the naughty."

Connor blushed a bit, realizing that the hulking reindeer that he was talking to before had an almost glimmer in his eye as he looked over, his hand still on his shoulder gripping ever so slightly tighter. Years of pulling the sleigh definitely added on the bulk.

"So, since I'm on the naughty list..."

"Yep, I'm going to punish ya..."

Connor held up his left hand to whack the reindeer's hand off of his shoulder. "And I don't think that's n-necessary...and I have a few questions."

Rodney blinked and then turned towards Connor before holding out his hand as if allowing Connor to speak. The bull just rolled his eyes before continuing, "How does this punishment thing...work?"

Rodney gave a smile that seemed to twinkle mischievously. "Well, it's personalized. I know a lot about people on the naughty list. Some people are really hard to punish because of how terrible and elusive they are. There are classified ways of getting to them, but for people like yourself, there are many different paths to take."

"I thought Santa just gives people who were bad coal."

"Santa gives children coal," Rodney replied. "Usually, he also gives adults coal as well, but he decides the punishment for every adult. Since he's not here, us reindeers get to make the hard choices."

Giving a gulp at that, Connor found himself backing up slowly as the reindeer got up off the couch and began to walk towards him. He had a strut about him, a confidence that oozed and worked its way around the room. Connor could smell something coming off of the reindeer. It was either nutmeg or cinnamon now that his senses were heightened and beginning to peek.

Rodney was very close to him now, the jingling ceasing and turning quiet as the reindeer crossed his arms and said, "You've been especially naughty, Connor and I think I know a good way to punish you."

"You will not do anything to hurt me," Connor said with a scowl and as he backed up he took the bottle of eggnog and held it by its neck towards Rodney threateningly. "I refuse to be mocked or be humiliated by you...even if you are some kind of weird, magical creature thing!"

Rodney stopped for a moment, his hand coming up to his chest as if he was stabbed. "Hurt you? Oh goodness, no! You think I've come to mug you or something?"

Connor stopped for a moment, his mouth agape. "W-wait...I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm very, very hard underneath this coat, Connor, and you are such a hot bull. Did you miss the 'silent night' bit? Or like, all the sexual tension leading up to this moment? Fuck..."

"Uhh...."

Connor was stunned, putting the eggnog bottle back onto the table, but still keeping his distance as Rodney looked up at him with the previous glimmer still burning bright. Rodney was somewhat taken aback by the silence and then quickly cleared his throat, "Listen, you are one of the only gay dudes in this town...I think...and luckily you were my last stop of the ni..." Rodney stopped suddenly and looked up at Connor.

Connor raised his eyebrow.

"Naughty list," Rodney finished. "But anyway, I'm fucking hard and you are so hot..."

"Ummm, well I am not too used to being hit on by..." Connor took a moment to awkwardly scan over Rodney again and gave a small, awkward chuckle. "...magical reindeer, I am more curious how you know that I am the only gay guy here."

"Well, I don't know about that, but your Grindr said you were looking for a 'Ho Ho Ho' with a winky face and then an eggplant followed by three sweat emojis."

"Ahhh, I see," Connor said obviously flustered. If you had told him his discovery of the magic of Christmas, literally, would lead to a magical reindeer hitting on him quite directly, he would have said you were crazy.

But...

Christmas truly was a magical time.

"So..."

Normally Connor wasn't one for forward advances. He preferred the slow, romantic, 'take me out to dinner' approach to his sexual escapades. But since tonight was the magical time of the year, he decided to just go along with it. After all, the beginning of the night had been a hot dumpster fire, he was curious what his "punishment" was going to be after all. He was also becoming curious what the reindeer was hiding underneath the thick coat anyways.

"...Are you really...hard down there?"

Rodney took the cue and ran with it. He smiled at the bull. "Why don't you see for yourself?" He opened his arms outwards in a show of invitation.

Connor hesitated for a bit, before ultimately stepping forward and sitting next to the beefy reindeer. He reached his hands towards the belt buckle that held the reindeer's coat. It only took one easy tug to loosen the belt and fall to the deer's sides with an unceremonious flop. The coat then parted, revealing what was underneath. The gasp that escaped Connor's lips was what Rodney lived for. Years of carrying presents, hauling sleighs, and working at the North Pole had done wonders for the reindeer's body. Connor could see nothing but pure muscle on Rodney's chest, arms, and his overall upper half.

Rippling muscles that could make any body builder envious. His arms were thick, well toned, and looked like it could lift weights twice as heavy as he was. There, Connor could also see what was making so much noise. There were small bells attached to what looked like a harness that perfectly framed the reindeer's body, the red leather cutting underneath the deer's armpits and a strap streaking across the middle part of the reindeer's thick chest and large pectorals. It was a bulldog harness, the perfect size and fit for someone of Rodney's stature. Connor's eyes went lower, and he found himself at a loss for words.

Rodney's upper half was bare, besides the harness, and his lower half was the same, save for the skimpy looking jockstrap that served to save him from indecency. True to his name, an erect rod was jutting out from his crotch, and a wet stain was visible on the fabric. Printed on the red underwear were the words, "The North Pole". Connor normally would have cringed at how cheeky and bad the joke was, but the length that was pointed at him was making him do otherwise. If anything, it only felt appropriate.

Overall, Rodney was a hunk of a man, and the red santa coat he was wearing was only serving to hide the wonderful eye candy underneath. "Are you sure I'm on the naughty list?" he asked, finding it hard to avert his gaze from the reindeer's crotch. "This looks more like a present that I'd have to unwrap instead."

"Oh?" Rodney said. "I take it you like what you see?"

"You're definitely a full package...and you come wrapped," Connor responded breathily as he instinctively reached forward and cupped Rodney's full jockstrap. The balls that Connor cupped were huge and slumped over his hand. They felt heavy, full, and clearly ready for rutting. The shaft itself was impressive, looking at least 9 inches full mast. The underwear itself was visibly straining in an effort to keep the meat contained. Connor heard the sharp sound of a hoof clacking against the wooden floor which made his fur stand up on his back.

"I didn't say you could touch..." Rodney said with a threatening tone to his voice. Connor immediately recoiled, the deep and rich voice that flowed like honey stabbing right through him. Connor's ears then twitched when he heard a laugh, "I'm only kidding."

The bull's voice inhaled when he felt hot breath near his ear before a soft nibble. "You can touch all you want, beefy bull boy. I appreciate the enthusiasm. This is what you'll be working with for your...punishment."

Connor was awestruck by the amount of masculinity displayed before him. It was breathtaking, the amount of work that the reindeer put towards his own body and Connor worshipped it with soft touches and hard gropes. Rodney grunted when he felt Connor's hands grip his biceps and flexed with them; a cheeky grin on his face. When he was done there, his hands went back to his pectorals and Connor pinched the reindeer's nipples.

"Oooo, that feels amazing, stud," Rodney growled seductively before putting a hand behind Connor's head and moving him forcefully towards his nipples. "Give them some loving licks, Connor."

Giving a small, pleased rumble, Connor did as he was told. He opened his mouth and latched onto Rodney's left nipple before sucking on it lovingly. The tongue that swept over it made the reindeer shudder and he pushed more firmly on the back of Connor's head and was rewarded with the bull's thick tongue lapping up and along the sensitive nerve endings.

"Oh fuck," Rodney moaned, his cock jumping in the pouch of his jockstrap and leaking more pre. Connor sucked on Rodney's nipple for three minutes, loving each movement of the nub on his tongue and the way his lover's pecs bounced when he sucked hard enough. Connor realized that he wanted more, however and unlatched himself from Rodney's left nipple and continued down the stud's abs. He could feel the muscle underneath his tongue as he made his way lower and how Rodney's hand on the back of his head lightly stroke his ear.

"If you like the top of your present, wait until you get your mouth around the bottom," Rodney joked crudely before leading Connor's head towards his bulging pouch. Connor's tongue licked down the reindeer's abs, the sweat on his body mixing in with the natural musk coming from the hunk of a male before his nose reached the ultimate prize; Rodney's huge package. It was wrapped tight in the pouch of the jockstrap and pre leaked out the top like a small water fountain. It dripped onto the couch and drops of it landed on the floor. Connor felt almost hypnotized by the reindeer's huge member, watching it throb and pulse inside of its cloth prison.

He could smell the musk radiating through the cloth, and oddly, a mix of nutmeg and cinnamon. It added a pleasant aroma to Rodney's overall scent which only furthered to tease at his senses. Fuck, he was so hard and he wanted it all...

He was surprised when he found himself pushed back against the couch and the reindeer was smirking up at him. "Let's see what you got before you have a gander at mine."

Rodney easily overpowered the bull and it wasn't like Connor cared in the first place. Rodney pulled Connor's pajama pants down to his ankles to unveil his 10 inch cock housed inside a pair of tight briefs which highlighted his bulge. They were red colored mesh and left little to the imagination.

"Ooo, no wonder why you were on the naughty list! You came prepared to have your stocking stuffed, didn't you?" Rodney said with an almost mocking sing-song tone. Connor could only blush, his ears flattening slightly. Rodney gave a chuckle, pulling down the bull's waistband of his briefs with a quick, experienced flourish and gulped down his cock in one quick movement.

Connor didn't know how to process the warm, tight, and wet confines his maleness just got sucked up into, but his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he let out a long, deep, and needy moo. There was a quick gasp that followed the moo as Rodney's right hand gripped his balls and began to knead them like a baker kneads dough.

"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh....fuck, slow down..." Connor could barely say as Rodney continued to suck him off. The thick tongue licked the underside of his shaft and stimulated his most primal of instincts to breed. The small, involuntarily thrusts told Rodney even more that he was about to get a fresh helping of warm bull milk if he kept up his blowjob.

Instead of letting Connor finish; however, Rodney popped his head up and wrapped his hand around Connor's shaft and started to pump it up and down seductively. "You got quite a tool on ya, bull boy but I want your punishment to continue in a more interesting way."

Rodney pushed Connor down onto the couch. His back went against the leather cushions and he gave a weak moo of protest. However, whatever he was going to say next was quickly silenced when Rodney's thick member hung over his head tantalizingly along with Rodney's full, wobbly balls. The sneaky, antlered demon had moved his pouch away when he was blowing him and now the full member was released. The reindeer shook his member and balls tantalizingly before bringing them down on the bull's face. His shaft and balls squashed against Connor's muzzle and the only thing Connor could smell was Rodney's musk.

"Fuck yeah, sniff it up, boy. That's the smell of a reindeer who just went around the world and had to pull his weight."

Connor took one large whiff, his moan signaling to Rodney that he was enjoying being put in his place. The reindeer's balls hung just above his nose, the soft fur smooshed against his muzzle and obscuring his vision.

"Mmm, time to have my fill of bull again. I better feel your mouth on my cock."

A muffled groan of delight, which echoed throughout the family room, was followed by a dull "oof" as Rodney put his full weight on top of the muscular bovine in order to get to the goods. Connor did as he was told and opened up his muzzle. It was quickly filled to the brim with reindeer.

It had a pleasant taste, the musk making sure to remind Connor of how male the other was while the nutmeg and cinnamon taste was apparently reindeer's pre. Who knew? Connor gulped down the reindeer's member greedily while his own was sucked on lovingly, the tight muscles of Rodney's throat and mouth pushing wonderfully around his cock. The slight pulses and throbs followed by gushes of pre only spurred the bull to suck harder as well as take in more of the reindeer's cock. The lewd wet gulping and wonderful slurps that Rodney and Connor made only made the two even more horny.

Connor could feel Rodney's cock beginning to thrust in harder as well as his own get deeper and deeper into the reindeer's throat. Rodney didn't even gag as he took in the girthy member, his throat taking it in like a pro. Connor could feel his balls beginning to pull up, the tingling sensation starting to grow more and more prominent at the base of his cock. It was like a tiny bomb beginning to grow bigger and bigger, the fuse just moments away from being lit as Rodney continued to suck harder and his mouth slurp all the way to his pelvis.

Connor could only moan deeply and tried to warn Rodney grabbing the reindeer's muscular ass, but it seemed the warning fell on deff ears. Rodney wanted his midnight snack and it was going to be a full glass of milk. The muscular ass underneath his hands only reminded Connor of who was sucking his cock to begin with and the thought of this strong, dominant reindeer moments away from being painted white was the hottest thing imaginable. Rodney's cock just kept diving deeper and deeper into his throat until the reindeer's balls were slapping against the bridge of his nose.

"Arhh ruck.....arhhhh ruck.....rrghhh muck...Modney...R'm... .arugh....arugh....ARGH!"

His words were garbled by the hard thick cock slapping against his face. It morphed into a strained moo as Connor exploded right before Rodney's eyes. His cock throbbed, then ejaculated violently in the reindeer's mouth. He swallowed it all completely, not letting one drop go to waste. When it was all said and done, Rodney licked the excess cum off his lips, a satisfied on his lips. "Fuck, that's some good milk." He glanced down below him and saw Connor struggling a little with his cock. He had gone balls deep throughout the entire climax. He eased off him, allowing the bull to get the chance to breathe.

Connor gagged, and coughed. The taste and smell of reindeer cock forever etched itself on his brain. His entire body convulsed; that was by far the hardest orgasm of his life to date. "Fucking hell..." he sputtered in between breaths. He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to get a breather.

"Oh, you think we're done?" Connor's eyes snapped open. Rodney got off him and maneuvered himself to be at his base. Rodney had an impish smile on his face. "We're far from done, Connor." Without skipping a beat, the reindeer grabbed both of Connor's legs and pulled him closer to him. Rodney lowered his face and eventually hovered in front of Connor's winking butthole.

Before could even react, Rodney dove right in. The reindeer's tongue explored each and every corner of the bull's backside. He started off with the thighs, before working his way inwards. He planted tender kisses, while trailing his tongue, drawing patterns whenever he could. The bull squirmed under his gestures, the bull's legs quivering with each inch he covered. Rodney's hands gripped the muscle of Rodney's ass, feeling it flex underneath his fingers. In a matter of seconds, he came face to face with Connor's pink pucker. Leaning in, Rodney extended out his tongue to gently break through. A soft, submissive moo escaped the bull's lips, the muscles in his legs relaxing in Rodney's hands. He became putty against the reindeer's experienced tongue.

Rodney put in work, swirling his tongue left, then right, before going for a circular pattern to make a mess of Connor's hole. The bull squirmed and shook with each motion. It was a different feeling entirely. With the reindeer's muzzle pressing against the bull's backside, he got a handful of the bull's musk. Earthy, musky, mixed in with a scent of oranges--it was probably the bull's shampoo mixing in and accentuating his already intoxicating scents. Overall, Connor smelled truly like a man, and that's what Rodney wanted the most.

Wet, sloppy, lewd kisses was what soon followed as Rodney penetrated Connor with his tongue. "What the fuck, Rodney..." Connor managed to speak out. Finding his voice amidst the haze of pleasure was proving to be an issue but he pulled through. "Your tongue is..." His voice trailed as he was unable to string a set words together anymore. At this point, all the action was getting Connor worked up. His cock was beginning to swell again, and standing up to half mast.

Rodney took this as his cue. With one last sloppy wet kiss, he pulled back and admired his handiwork. Connor's backside was wet, and ready. Seeing the bull get off on the rimming was turning the reindeer on even further. "You're such a big slut," Rodney commented, reaching forward to take hold of the bull's cock. He was still sensitive from the ejaculation earlier, and thus shivered from the contact. "Do you want me to get your punishment under way, Connor?" he asked. He moved forward, prodding Connor's ass with his cock. Being left unattended, it was now throbbing harder than before and desperately wanted a hole to bury itself into.

Connor slurred his words, finding it hard to speak amidst the pleasures jolting his entire body. But Rodney didn't relent. He squeezed the bull's cock, jerking him off slightly. "Fuck!" Connor cried out. He knocked his cock against the bull's hole, his pre sloppily grazing over the tight opening and adding a glimmering to the entrance.

"Do you want my cock, Connor?"

"Yes! Shit! Just fuck me already!"

Rodney was more than happy to oblige.

"Good," Rodney said with a grunt as he took his dick in his left hand and used his right hand to push the bull's legs a bit further back. "Good bull boy."

Rodney lined his cock up just right with Connor's entrance. The bull tensed his muscles, including his external sphincter of his hole before relaxing and tensing once again. Connor knew the trick to get a massive dick inside of him and Rodney's was going to force him to pull all the tricks he knew.

The reindeer watched the bull's abs relax and bulge outward as he took a breath in and then flex inward as he breathed out. He focused on his own breathing as the tip of his cock brushed against his lover's hole and gave a quick jab inward. Connor winced for a moment. The pain was immediate and sharp, but the saliva that Rodney coated the walls of his hole in had worked its magic. The pain quickly subsided into a pleasant fullness which started to increase in intensity.

The moan that came out of the submissive male was music to the reindeer's ears. It was deep, rich, and was full of desire as his cock sank deeper and deeper into the willing bull. The muscular walls squeezed around the invading member and tried to push it out, but it only helped pull Rodney in at this point as he went further into Connor.

Connor's cock throbbed needfully. It was at full staff and pre dribbled liberally down the head of his cock, the body of the shaft, and over his palm sized nuts. It was a creamy white color and each pulse of his cock sent a few more beads downward.

"Mmmm, such a needy bull. You wanted someone to spread you wide for a while, huh?" Rodney teased as his cock finally hilted inside of the bull. The warmth and tight squeezing around his cock sent shivers up his spine while the saliva provided a nice lewd wetness to each movement.

The reindeer cursed under his breath. He never had ass this good in quite a while. A small bulge even formed itself at the base of Connor's abdomen, showing just how deep Rodney actually went. After taking a moment to collect himself, the reindeer began to pull back. It was like something was being taken from him, Connor thought. The sensation of fullness and numbness began to waver as the thick cock was taken from him. Even though nothing was obstructing him, Connor felt like he could breathe again. He let out a gasp of air just as Rodney pulled majority of himself out.

But Rodney didn't relent. Just as fast as he pulled out, he pushed back in. The feeling of tightness filled Connor's backside, and the bull cried out loudly as he felt Rodney hilt once more. It was as if his ass was thirsty for cock, and clung onto the reindeer's member for dear life.

"Fuck, I needed this after a long sleigh pulling. There's nothing like warm bull ass," Rodney moaned as the bull's tail flicked away needfully, showing off the thick muscle of his glutes. The thick reindeer member filled him in all the right ways and with each movement from Rodney, an electric shock went right up his spine. It was the electrifying tingle that made the bull groan out even louder and his legs shake.

Connor's tongue lolled out of his mouth. "A-ahh...f-fuck..."

"Oh damn....looks like I found the slut's prostate," Rodney panted out with a lewd grin as he started to gyrate his hips faster. The member slid in and out with little resistance now and Rodney's balls slapped openly against Connor's upturned rump. The saliva from before gave a sloppiness to their sex.

Connor's moans started to get lower and his cock pulsed upward and openly. His arms were splayed upward and his hands gripped onto the armrest as he was pushed further and further into the cushion.

"Ya, you like that you fucking bull slut? Take my cock! Bet you never expected this for Christmas," Rodney heckled. He used his immense strength to lift the bull's ass up a bit in order to get a better angle, fully hilting each time into Connor. The pressure on his prostate was becoming almost too much to bare and Connor found himself blushing as the electric tingle began to make its way back to his balls once again. Rodney could take the hint as the muscular walls around his cock began to spasm ever so slightly.

"Oh fuck, you are gonna cum, aren't you my bull slut? Mmm, let's see you blow your load. I want you to make it a true white Christmas."

Although the Christmas puns were beginning to push his nerves, Connor was in ecstasy so he was in no mood to truly care. It was like a constant edging session, his senses peeking as he began to get pushed further and further towards his climax. Rodney, in the full throes of his rut, began to sweat as his climax began to get closer. His jockstrapped ass flexed with each thrust into Connor and his tail was flicked upwards in an alert position.

If anyone was watching, they would have saw his pucker beginning to flex and wink as his balls were preparing to drop everything that was stored inside. Drool began to slip down Connor's tongue and over his chest, the saliva beginning to cause small droplets throughout his muscular chest.

"You ready for your stocking stuffer, Connor? Ready to be filled with a huge reindeer load?"

"Please! Please fill me!"

"Fuck, that's what I like to hear! Yeah...take my load!"

In three very hard thrusts that made the foundations of the couch groan and Connor lurch backward, Rodney hilted in as far as he could go and gave a long, load bleat. The sound shook Connor to the core and he found himself giving his own "bleating" in the form of a long moo.

Connor did not even realize that he was cumming until he felt the warm aftermath over his chest, abs, and then splatter across the bottom of his neck. However, he could feel Rodney's load. The reindeer continued to gyrate his hips as his balls unloaded their contents in long, thick shots. There was at least 8 shots of virile, white cum which painted his guts and filled up each crack and crevice.

As Rodney's load began to tamper off, the reindeer was a panting mess. He began to move his hips once more and churn the load around Connor's insides. Connor felt Rodney's right hand let go of his leg and start to knead his balls like before; very lovingly but with a clear dominance to each movement. The load that the reindeer pumped in began to leak down Connor's ass, pooling on the leather of the couch and mixing with the fur.

The room around them reeked of their sex and the two were left a panting, horny mess. Connor was at a loss for words, his ears flicking as his submissiveness began to ebb away and be replaced with a fullness combined with immense satisfaction.

"Whew....fuck, that was exactly what I needed. Wait till the other reindeer hear about you," Rodney said with a pleasurable sigh. "You good?"

Connor was surprised at the warm, brown eyes looking at him with some concern. After all, the two just fucked like rabid animals for the last hour and a half. "Uhh...yeah. I'm good. Just got a weird, tingly sensation in my balls and stomach."

"Don't worry about that," Rodney replied with a grin. "That's just your post orgasmic high from getting fucked by a stud! Or...it could be Christmas magic."

Connor gave a frown at the silly joke, but lightened up when Rodney gave a giggle that sounded like the bells that were on his harness. He totally forgot the reindeer was jingling the whole time. Hopefully, it wasn't too ridiculously loud.

"Mmm, gonna pull out now."

The sentence was less of a word of warning and more of a statement as Rodney slid out of Connor easily. The intense fullness was immediately replaced with an equal intense emptiness. Minus the large amount of reindeer jizz that was pumped into him, of course. The pop was accompanied by the sound of sloshing.

"Ooooo, sorry about your ass, Connor. Didn't mean to wreck it so bad, but you were so tight and warm...fuck."

Rodney played around the bull's hole and messed with his balls, mixing the fluid around Connor's hole with a smirk. "Let me give you another present for being a good boy."

Connor knew exactly where the reindeer was going at this point and spread his legs as wide as he could go. He gave a blush and his ears went back down submissively as Rodney started to eat him out, cleaning away the cum. The reindeer's saliva had a cooling effect as well, the smell of cinnamon and peppermint filling the room along with the musk. Connor was in heaven as he was eaten out for the second time, his low moos and gasps telling Rodney how much he was enjoying it. If someone had told him before his Christmas started that he would get eaten out by one of Santa's reindeer, he would have laughed in their face. But now, he was wondering if Bigfoot was real.

And if he was gay too...

When Rodey came back up from his midnight snack, he wiped his mouth before crawling on top of Connor. Like a cat, he immediately sprawled out on top of Connor's chest.

"Best....Christmas....ever," Rodney said as he wrapped an arm around Rodney's shoulders. "But don't you have to get back to your sleigh?"

"Ehh, they can wait. I only got like...three stops left anyway. Both on the naughty list."

"Why do I think that the naughty list isn't actually a punishment?" Connor mused as he cuddled with Rodney.

"Well....I have a confession. You are kinda on the NICE list."

"Why am I not surprised?" Connor said with an eye roll, but didn't seem too surprised by the information. He took a hand down the leather harness, his hand moving along the snug, red material until he found one of the gold locks keeping the harness together. "I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you, though."

Noticing that the bull was playing with his harness and reaching down to play with the straps of the jock, Rodney gave a chuckle. "Didn't think you would be. Do you like the harness? I can get you a matching set next year...or today."

Connor stopped and placed a hand softly on Rodney's rump, resting it there but remaining silent.

"You don't have to, but I do have extra room in the sleigh and..."

"I'm in."

"Well, that was fast."

"I think you can make up for lying by taking me to dinner or something," Connor said with an amused smile. "Or riding me in the sleigh. You did mention the other reindeer would want to play..."

Rodney gave a smirk. "Yeah, I think we can arrange that. I can't say that the other dudes may just watch without touching, though. Or, a bit more."

"I think that's just fine by me," Connor said with a smile.

The two laid in the living room in one another's embrace, simply enjoying the afterglow. It was going to be a long and bumpy night, but Connor felt he was ready for the haul as well as curious about his new role among the reindeer.

It seemed that Christmas did have its magic after all.