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December 20, 9am...

Pj yawned softly and scratched his ass as he drowsily walked out of his bedroom. It had been a productive morning for him or at least that's what he thought. He had managed to scarf down about a dozen candy bars, two liters of soda, and a whole pizza, while he partook in a marathon of his favorite sci-fi show. "Doesn't get any better then this." He happily said to himself as he padded down the hallway and down the stairs in just his underwear. If he intended to continue his lethargic activities he was going to need some more supplies.

("Ah hello again Mr. Diary and I know this is really late but Merry Christmas. This time of year is always my favorite, though my reason for liking It is a little bit different from most. Don't get me wrong I love Christmas and everything about it, but what really makes this time of year great to me is that I actually get to relax for a bit. No school, no homework, and surprisingly no chores. All I have to do is lazily hang around the house, play video games, eat snacks, and watch TV, my favorite pastimes. Yeah it's great, this year though I had thought that things were going to be a little different. With me being home all the time I had expected to spend the entire two weeks on my back my dad having sex with me the entire time. But no, in fact I haven't even so much as seen him in three days. Which really, wasn't that unusual for this time of year. He was always to busy planning his big year end sale. Usually It's ok I guess, but if I had to be truthful I was starting to miss him being around me. Not that I'm being easy or anything of course. I just....missed it you know. I really wished that he would come home so we can spend some time together. Of course, little did I know as I traveled through the living room and into the kitchen that I was about to get my wish... and that later I would end up regretting it.")

Pj hummed the theme song of his favorite TV show as he opened the door to the fridge. Shivering a little from the cold air hitting his nearly naked body he stuck his head inside trying to locate he leftover pot-roast he had made the day before. As he pushed aside the milk and orange juice in his search he unconsciously began wagging his backside in tune with the music stuck in his head oblivious to everything around him.

He was so entrenched in his own little world that he had failed to notice the second person who was in the room with him. A person who had taken immediate notice to the husky boy's underwear clad bottom as it tantalizingly swayed from side to side.

"Where did I put that darn pot-roast?" Pj cursed engrossed in his quest.

"What you lookin' fer boy?" Pete's voice radiated through the kitchen.

Surprised by the sudden sound of his fathers voice Pj jumped banging his head on the top of the fridge door. "Ow." he turned around and was surprised to find his father sitting at the kitchen table in a pair of coffee stained work clothes . "D...Dad?"

"Yeah it's me." Pete said as he tossed the last scrap of the pot-roast into his mouth. "You expectin' someone else?"

Pj rubbed the sore spot on his head. "No sir, sir. You just surprised me is all."

"Heh, I can see that boy"" The large man stood up and stalked over to his son, running his hand down the boys back and ass cupping the cheek when he was within reach. "Do ya always strut around da house without yer drawers on when I ain't home?" he asked a lecherous tone in his voice.

Pj blushed suddenly realizing his lack of proper clothing and tried to shyly cover his crouch. "I g, g, guess I do sir." He answered almost guiltily. "...Sorry."

The older man licked his lips both excited and amused that his son was trying to hide himself. It was always fun to make the little bitch squirm. "Awe now don't be sorry son, I like it." Pete lowered his head and trailed his tongue against the boys collarbone. "You been havin' fun on yer little va-cay here?"

"Sort of sir." Pj chuckled nervously. His body was starting to respond to all the touches and caresses he was receiving. "I've been a little bit lonely though."

"Find that hard ta believe." Pete lowered his hand using a firm grip to grope his sons bulge. "Knowin' a grade-A whore like you, ya probably have all sorts of fella's comin' an goin' while I'm out."

A sharp hiss issued from Pj's mouth. The palm squeezing his meat making him pant. "No sir I've been alone honest." He whimpered.

Pete rested his head on his sons shoulder. "What about our monkey boy?" He whispered into his ear. "I'm sure he's been sniffin' around, right?"

Pj shook his head no rapidly. "Moose had to go to his parents remember an-and everyone else is busy."

Pete's brow furrowed in confusion. Had the boy really been left alone "You telling' me you ain't been fucked In a..."

"...A week sir." The shorter man finished.

"You sure 'bout that?" Pete asked honestly stunned. Then again the way his son was squirming and panting in his arms maybe it was true.

Pj nodded again. "Trust me sir. I'm sure." 'Really been missing it a too.' Pj added silently.

"Well, well, well." Came a deep chuckle from the larger man. This here was a treat, the little bitch was practically begging to be bent over and screwed and after all the hard work Pete had been putting in that week at the lot he was more then happy to oblige. "How 'bout I get these tighty-whities offa ya and we rec-ta-ma-fy that right away."

Pj's eyes lit up in excitement. This is what he had been wanting for some time. "R, Really sir!" he asked.

"Yup boy, really." Pete stepped back. "Turn around fer me so I can see what I got ta work wit." He made a spinning motion with his fingers. "Time fer you'an'me ta have some good ol' fashion father/son se-"

The phone ringing interrupted the rest of the horny man's orders. "-Fuck it." Pete cursed. "Stay still till I get back got it."

"Don't worry dad I promise I won't move a muscle." Pj said back. There was no way he was going to risk disobey. Especially since the older man was giving him what he had been wishing for. "Jus... just please hurry... um, sir."

Pete gave a smirk at the wanton way his son was begging for his cock and stomped over to the annoying telephone. Growling angrily he picked up the receiver and shouted. "Who the fuck is this!"

"It's me boss man." Bubba's annoyed voice came over the line. "The guy you left back at the car lot an hour ago, sayin' that you'd be right back after you freshen up, remember?"

Pete rolled his eyes. Stupid gator had the worst timing "Yeah I remember." Be huffed. "But I'm busy so wait a bit longer."

"Naw-uh Petey I need yer ass down here now." Bubba insisted.

Pete frowned down at the phone mad at the way the gator was speaking to him. "Look here suitcase." He said placing the receiver back against his ear. "I'm the boss down there, so what I say goes, com-pre-hen-de? So just sit yer scaly ass down and wait fer me ta finish here and get back, you can handle the shop till I'm done."

Now it was Bubba's turn to be angry. "That's just it boss man I can't handle it, something's up." He began. "Those fellers you hired to play Santa and his helpers just quite on us."

The audible crack of the phone being crushed in Pete's hand echoed through the kitchen making Pj jump. "They did what!?" Pete seethed.

"Ya heard me they up and left." Bubba clarified. "Hit the rode without even so much as a how-do-ya-do."

"Son-of-a." Pete cursed. He had paid those two-bit hack "actors" a mint to be at his sale and now they had the nerve to run out on him. The Santa's workshop was going to be the highlight of the whole affair. "There anyway ta get'um back." he said biting back his rage

"Fraid not sir." Bubba sighed. "They seemed to be really happy bout their new job. Even left all their stuff here sayin' that their new boss was buying them new props."

Pete's ears perked up. "We still got all the decorations and costumes?"

"Yeah..." Bubba slowly drawled a bad feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. He knew the that tone in his old friends voice. It was the same one that nearly got him court marshaled once. "Petey don't tell me your thinkin' of-"

Pete hung up before the other man could finish. "Hey son get yer fat ass over here fer a second!" He barked

Pj who had been watching the entire conversation snapped to attention and scrambled over to him. "Yes sir!"

"How would you like ta spend some time with yer good ol' dad taday?" Pete asked a sadistic smile crossing his face

Pj gave his dad a confused look. The way he was being manhandled he thought things were going to go in a very different direction. But this could still be nice way to spend the day together. "Um...sure dad that sounds ok."

Pete ruffled his sons hair ignoring the uncertainty in his voice. "Glad ya think so boy." he said. "Now go upstairs and put on yer pants. Cause we're going ta be havin' ourselves a real good time taday."

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Later that morning 9:00...

Pj felt his face heating up as he looked himself over in the mirror. An image of himself dressed up as an elf in a bright Christmassy green tunic hemmed with jingle bells, a pair of candy cane stripped tights, and worst of all a large pointy mockingly staring back at him. He should have known the second his dad had invited him down to the car lot that it was a trap. "Do I really have to wear this sir?" the red faced boy asked.

Seated behind his desk Pete gave the questioning boy a angry look. The little brat had asked him that three times already. "Dam right ya do!" He growled. "So stop yer fussing!"

"Yes sir." Pj said in defeat. He turned back to the mirror grimacing at the reflection again. He knew that if any of the other kids from school or his friends saw him dressed up like this he would never live it down.

"Come on now son, don't act all mopey." Pete said noticing his sons grim expression. "Ya don't here Bubba over there complain' 'bout what he's wearin'."

"Only reason I ain't complaining about it is because this jobs got dental." The reptile replied from across the room. Pj gazed over to Bubba who was longing on the rooms lone couch. His dad was right the gator hadn't complained once, though for the life of him Pj didn't know why. The big man like him had been forced by his father into a outfit. But instead of a respectable elf he had been cramped into a reindeer costume. One which came complete with a pair of felt antlers, hoof mittens, and a bulbous red nose that lit up. The whole thing was all together too small for him too, the brown furry fabric having to stretch tightly to contain his muscular bulk. With a sigh the Bubba sat up smiled weakly at Pj. "But He's right petite." he said. "It ain't so bad." He leaned forward and inspected Pj's hind quarters. "'Sides yer little but look dam fine in them tights, if Bubba says so himself."

Pj chuckled uncomfortably at the gators lustful eyes. Why did he always treated like a piece of meat? usually it was fine with him but being dressed like he was, it only increased how silly he felt. Pouting at his dad Pj tried to squirm out of the situation again. "Com on dad...Why don't you... ya'know hire some professionals to do this."

Pete waved off his son's suggestion. "Uh-uh boy, too late ta hire someone else." He said dismissively. "B'sides you and scales over there are good enough fer the snot-nosed brats taday."

"But dad..." Pj began again. He knew fighting his dad on this was pointless but he just had to try.

Growling Pete stood up. "Listen boy, I don't care how embarrassed ya are." he said approaching his son. "This here is my biggest sale of the year and yer goin' ta help me out." He poked Pj in the chest gently. "So pull up them gay lookin' tights, go out there, and start spreadin' some of that. Good. Old. Christmassy-time cheer. An do it wit a big 'ol smile on yer face ta-boot."

Pj took a big gulp. "Y, Yes sir." He stammered. It never ceased to amaze him how forceful his dad could be when he wanted something.

Seeing that his son gave in Pete's sneer instantly disappeared. "Good boy." he spun Pj around facing him towards the exit and slapped him on the bottom. "Now get goin' were opening' in five!" He glared over to Bubba. "Both of ya!"

"But, but, but..." Another slap to his backside from his father stopped any further objections and the boy sorrowfully sulked towards the exit. This was going to be one long day. 'Then again... maybe this won't be so bad.' Pj idly hoped as he pushed open the flimsy door. "I mean who in their right mind would actually come to a used car lot to meet Santa?"

Unfortunately his hopes seemed to fall on deaf ears, because as soon as Pj opened the door nearly a dozen bright camera flashes and childish giggles assaulted his senses blinding him. "What the!?" Pj yelped and stumbled backwards falling into Bubba's arms. Rubbing the stars from his eyes Pj gaped at the sight of the crowd that had assembled outside. The entire car lot was packed, a long line of parents and screaming kid, all lined up outside the garage slash Santa's workshop.

"He-He, you alright there Petite?" Bubba asked looking down at the smaller man with a chuckle. Raising his vision and seeing the people outside he let out a low whistle. "Damm, lotta them dis year." Noticing that Pj hadn't moved the Cajun pushed him to he feet and tussled his hair, bringing him out of his daze. "Guess you wasn't expecting this many people was you cher?"

"No I wasn't." Pj answered a bit awestruck.

Bubba gave him a small smile. "It's like this every year. Tons an tons of people comin' down ta see ol' saint nick here at Pete's car lot." He looked over his shoulder at Pete who was changing into his own outfit. At the sight of the large man trying his best to shimmy his rather large posterior into a small pair of bright red Santa pants he chuckled. "Course wit yer daddy playing the role of Santa this year maybe they'll rethink comin' back."

Hearing the teasing Pete turned around and glared at the two men. "Cut it wit the jokes buddy." He threatened. "I have ya know that I'll make a dam fine Santa." He stood up proudly and thumped his chest trying his best to look dignified, the image dissolved thought when the pants he had been putting on fell to the floor leaving him in just his heart print boxers.

Bubba raised and eyebrow ridge in disbelief but then suddenly smiled. "Sure you do boss man." He began. "Yer beer breath and sour puss really scream Santy clause." He gave Pj a quick wink which the boy quietly snickered at.

"Well, hardy, har, har!" Pete mocked. "Now iffin yer done with yer little stand up act how 'bout you two get yerselves out there and get the suckers ready!" He stomped over to the gator and boy and rudely pushed them both out of the door slamming it behind them before they even landed.

Once outside both Bubba and Pj looked to the closed door, then at each other, then to the crowd. "Well... this can't get any worse." Pj said grimly.

"Don't worry little guy it ain't that bad." Bubba reassured him with a pat on the back. "I mean it's not hard work and we do get a break."

Pj lightened up a little at that. "When?"

Bubba looked down at his wristwatch. "In... six hours."

The shorter man quirked and eyebrow but remained quiet. Today... today it seemed was going to go on forever.

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Later that day, lunch time...

Pj gave a tired groan as he sat down on the steps outside of his fathers office trailer. Wiping off the sweat from his brow the young man wondered how he always ended up in these sort of situations, after all he doubted that any other kid had to do these sort of things for his father. It had been a surreal couple of hours filled with screaming children, grouchy parents, and his dad, who after giving the crowd a half-hearted "Ho, ho, ho!" had gone into full salesmen mode. Wheeling and dealing parents as their kids sat on his lap and prattled on about what they wanted Santa to bring them. Pj had to hide his smile a few times as his Dad and bubba were pestered and climbed on by the kids something which the older men seemed to despise.

Lucky for Pj was spared too much attention, no one really interested in the pudgy little elf who took the memento pictures and wrangled the occasional spoiled brat back into line. It was tiring work though and when noon came around he was more then happy that the crowd had thinned out to the point that his father had allowed him to take a small ten minute break while he showed a suckered parent a new, used car. Looking over to his dad Pj had to shake his head in a bit of amazement. The older man was doing a good job at convincing the man he had pulled off to the side that really, it was a good idea to buy a ten year old convertible in the dead of winter. "I sort of forget sometimes how good he is at selling cars." Pj said to himself as he watched his dad close the deal and place a sold sticker on the car.

"Pj is... is that you Little guy?" A voice snapped the boy out of his mild idol worship. Turning toward the source of the question Pj cringed when he saw Mr. Fraido standing there in his winter coat and a stack of presents in hand.

"Oh...hi Mr. Fraido." Pj mumbled. He could already feel his blush returning as he observed the Rhino's eyes travel over him. "How, How're you doing."

The older man stared at the boy for a few more moments before he answered. "...I'm doing fine Peeje." He began. "What brings you out and about in that..." he seemed to struggle with the next word. "...Festive outfit."

"Oh, This?" Pj said pretending that he hadn't noticed. "I'm sorta helping my dad today... this is his car lot."

Benny peered up at the car lot's sign. "Pete's used cars huh?" he said reading it. "Figures that sleaze would be a car salesmen." Turning back to Pj he frowned. "He forcing you to dress up as a mascot or something?"

"Yeah he sorta is." Pj sighed. "It's real embarrassing, but it's not like I could have told him no. You know how my dad can get."

"Yeah I got an inkling." Benny glared over Pj's shoulder as the boy's father. The fat man had a shit eating grin on his face as another man handed him stack after stack of cash.

Seeing the upset look on his friends face Pj tried to change the subject. "What brings you here Mr. Fraido?"

The horned man's attention shifted from the older D'caht to the younger. "Oh... I'm here with My little sis and her kid." Benny explained.

"You have a sister?"

Mr. Fraido nodded. "Yeah a younger one. We came here to see the Santa. Didn't know it was yer pops though."

"Yeah I know it's quite a shock." Pj joked.

"It is." Benny sat down next to Pj. "So besides having to dress up like a elf, you enjoying your holidays."

"Sure am sir." Pj said. "I spend most of it laying around the house though."

"Wish I could do that." Benny mused. "This time of year is a real headache fer me. Especially with all the catering I do."

Pj tilted his head. "Catering?" He didn't know that Mr. Fraido did that too.

Balancing the boxes he had been carrying on his knee and Benny scratched his horn. "Yup, every year around the holidays." He said humbly. "Real small business stuff, but I'm startin' to get some recognition. I even got the mayor to let me make the food for his big shin-ding this year."

Pj's eyes widened at that. Mayor Anderson's party was one of the biggest affairs in Spoonerville. "Wow" Pj said honestly impressed. "Must be a lot of work."

"It is." Benny agreed. The pair were quiet for a few moments before the older man got an idea. "Hey you want to help me during the party? Earn a few extra dollars, maybe get to eat some leftovers?"

Pj thought for a few seconds it sounded like fun helping Mr. Fraido and getting to see what all the fuss was about. "Um...Sure sir." He answered. "I'd be happy to."

"Great kiddo I look forward to working wit ya." Benny placed a arm around the chubby boy and hugged him. "I'll pick you up the night of the party. And don't worry about clothes cause I'll scrounge sumthing up for you to wear, ok."

Pj blushed and looked down at his lap. The feel of the rhinos heavy arm around his body exciting him a little. "Thanks sir." he mumbled

"Anytime kid..." Benny leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Maybe we could have a little fun afterwards... hum, what do ya say baby?" he asked. Mr. Fraido had noticed the way the boy was fidgeting and was flattered that he could cause him to do so.

Pj was about to tell the other man yes again but the sound of someone calling Benny's name interrupted. "Oh-oh looks like I'm being summoned." Benny sighed. The taller man stood and smiled down at his friend. "I guess I'll see you later then, Peeje." He gave the boy a pat on the shoulder and started to leave.

"Sure thing Mr. Fraido." Pj called after him. He wished that the other man could have stayed and talked to him a little bit longer.

"It's Benny kiddo, remember." The rhino called back.

Pj nodded and watched as the older man disappeared into the throng of people who had gathered during their talk. Pj was debating if he should go and try to find something to eat when his dad called out to him. "PEE-JAY get yer ass over here!" the grumpy man shouted. "You got more work to do."

"Right away sir!" With a slight groan of protest coming from his lips Pj got to his feet and quickly made his way into "Santa's workshop". Upon entering the building and seeing his father. Pj cringed he could tell instantly that he wasn't in a very good mood. A pair of young chimps were sitting on either side of the large mans lap, each talking over each other telling his father what they wanted for Christmas. Braving his dad's mood Pj hesitantly spoke up. "Um...dad, I'm here."

"'Bout time." Pete huffed. He pulled out a candy cane which had become stuck to his beard "Hurry and take the picture boy!" he growled. "I don't know how much more of this shi-" Pete caught the chimps mother giving him a death glare."-This funny business."

"Getting right to work sir." Pj stepped behind the camera and took hold of the plunger. "Ok everyone big smiles." He said. Both of the monkeys stopped their chatter and turned to grin at the camera while Pete being Pete gave his best sneer. "Good enough I guess." Pj sighed as he squeezed the cameras trigger the flash blinding everyone in the room.

As soon as the picture was taken Pete rudely pushed the kids off of his lap and dusted himself off ignoring the dirty look he received from the children's mom. Thankfully Pj deflated her anger by politely thanking her for coming and telling the peeved mother that she could pick up her pictures from the large reindeer outside. As she and her children left the "workshop" in a huff Pj turned his attention to his dad giving him an upset look.

"What?" the older man asked.

"Dad, you couldn't you have been a little nicer to them." Pj suggested. "After all it is Christmas."

"I don't care if it's fuckin' ground hogs day boy." Pete huffed. "This here is a car sale no, La-de-da Christmas jam-bore-ree."

Pj shook his head. "If you say so sir." The younger man left his father walking over to the door and opening it slightly. "Next please." he called out.

"Finally!" An all too familiar voice responded. His eyes widening Pj gasped as his worst nightmare walked into the garage a mean spirited smile crossing his face when he took in the sight of the chubby boy dressed as an elf. "Well, well now..." Tony Tarn said amusement dripping from his voice. "...This day just got a hellava lot better."

"Tony!?" Pj squeaked.

The Bull put his arms over his chest and hummed in satisfaction. "And here I was thinking that you couldn't get any gayer."

Pj began wringing his hands his embarrassment rising to new levels. He felt like crawling off somewhere and hiding, anything to get away. "W-wa-what on earth are you doing here?"

Before his tormenter could utter his reason a girly shriek deafened them. "SANTA!" A small calf pushed Past Tony and Pj and raced towards Pete, jumping up onto the heavy mans lap her knee monetary coming into contact with his crotch. "I'm so glad I could see you again this year!"

"Anna!" Tony shouted after the young girl. "I thought I told you to wait with Billy?"

The calf, Anna stuck her tongue out at the bull. "I didn't feel like waiting!" she said defiantly. "Besides Billy said I we should go in."

Tony tuned around just in time to see the buffalo duck his head into the garage. "Billy..." He growled.

Billy lowered his head as if being scolded. "Sorry Tony." He apologized with a pout. "But you were taking to long ya'know."

Tony groaned in annoyance and rubbed his temple. "I was gone for like, five seconds."

Fidgeting from foot to foot Billy responded with a. "I know Tony but..." The buffalo raised his head and caught a glimpse of Pj's father in his costume. "...SANTA!" He shouted. The boy bounded across the room ignoring the looks from both Pj and Tony and like Anna before him hopped onto Pete's lap landing with a heavy thud.

"Holy fu-" Pete grunted his leg was crushed beneath the dim-witted mans weight.

Watching Billy embarrass not only himself but all teenagers Tony rolled his eyes. "I swear I really got to rethink my choice of friends." he sighed into his hand.

Pj twittered his thumbs. "Um...yeah I guess so." Strangely the younger boy had found the way Billy had acted a little cute. "So... Is that why you're here? Taking your little sister... and Billy to see Santa."

Tony pulled his attention away from his friend and frowned down at Pj. "Yeah. My mom made me do it." He huffed. "Wasn't to happy about it either, I got stuff I could be doing." he glanced over Pj's clothing again. "But now after seeing your candy cane stripped ass, got to say it was worth all the trouble."

Gazing down at his feet the shorter boy tried unsuccessfully to pull the bottom of his tunic down. All he accomplished was making the small bells sewed on it jingle. "I guess I look really stupid don't I?" Pj said

"Fuck yeah you do." Tony reached out into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Before Pj could realize what he was doing snapped a picture of him. "Dam, the guys on the team are just going to love this!"

"I, I bet they will." Pj said sullenly. This was just awful now everyone was going to know about him dressing up as and elf. "Ca, can't you just forget you saw me." He implored.

Tony merely laughed at the other boy. "Like hell!" He exclaimed. "This here is some prime grade blackmail here. I'd be nuts not to use it!"

Pj let out a whimper and was about to begin begging the other boy for mercy, but his pleas were interrupted when a grumpy cough from across the room drew both their attention. "Iffin yer done with yer little gossip-fest over there "helper"." An annoyed Pete began "How 'bout you get yer as- I mean but over here and take some dammed pictures!" the large man had, had enough of listening to the incessant rambling of both Anna and Billy and wanted to get the pair off of his lap as soon as possible.

"Sorry dad." Pj responded weakly. Giving Tony one last look Pj sighed and quickly went over to the camera. "Ok everyone smile." he said to everyone as he grabbed the trigger. Both Billy and Anna obliged and grinned while his dad once again frowned. Shaking his head Pj took the picture anyway capturing the image of the buffalo and calf on his fathers lap.

"Great, now get off!" Pete roughly pushed the uninvited occupants off of his lap. Anna landing elegantly on her feet while Billy landed on the floor with a crash. "Fucks sake kid thought you wuz goin' to cut off my circ-a-malation there for a second." he said shaking his leg.

Billy rubbed the sore spot on his bottom while Anna laughed at him. "Sorry." He responded with a pout.

Pete not at all phased but the bison's pouting waved off the younger man with a growl. "Whatever boy, just get yer dam photo and leave ok."

"Yeah come one Billy we got some emails to send." Tony agreed walking up to his friend. "Right Pee-Gay?"

Pete smiled at the way the boy was making fun of his son. The teasing brought up a sexy blush in the his boy's face which he made a mental note to partake in later. Giving the bull standing in front of him a once over the middle aged man instantly recognized him as Howard Tarn's son. He remembered seeing a picture of him in Howard's bedroom the time he had forced the older bull into doing an afternoon quickie at his home. "Hey you, ...Yer Howie Tarn's boy ain't ya?" Pete asked suddenly.

Surprised at the question Tony stared at Pete for a few moments. He had never heard anyone call his dad Howie before. "Um, Yeah he's my dad. How do you know him?" he finally responded.

Pete smiled for a second the thought 'I know'um cause I fuck his tight queer ass on a regular basis horn boy.' running through his dirty mind. Out loud though he said "Me and yer pa are old army buddies."

"Hum." Tony smirked. "Dad never told me he was in the army with a guy fat enough to be Santa." He mouthed off.

Pete quirked an eyebrow, the little shit had a mouth on him and he liked that. It reminding him of how Howard was before he broke him. Back sass was always fun. It made it all the better when he won and wiped that smirk off of his face with his dick. Answering the smart mouth Pete said. "Well you see this here is just fer my sale." He pulled his beard down. "Usually I dress more respectable-like ya'know? Now as fer your dad you should have seen him during our army years. He-""

Tony hummed a yeah interrupting Pete. He really wasn't interested in talking to one of his fathers boring friends. With a dismissive snort he took his little sisters hand. "Well... it was nice to meet you sir." He began. "I'll be sure to tell my dad I saw you ok." he turned to leave. "Come on Billy."

Billy got to his feet obeying. "Sure thing Tony." He turned back to Pete and son saying a quick. "Bye Santa, Bye Pj." before he ran after his friend.

Pete watched the trio leave a sinister grin crossing his face. Oh yeah breaking that boy was going to be fun. Just like his dad. Of course that sort of thing was for later, when the time was right. Right now he had his sale to finish. He looked over to his son. 'Among other things.' he thought observing his boy.

(As I watched the way my father was staring after Tony then to me I felt a shudder run down my spine. I had a very good idea of what was going on in the man's mind and I debated whether or not I should chase after Tony try and talk him out of it. Not that he'd take the time to stop and listen to me. Though on second thought I realized that even that would be useless. When my dad wanted something he usually got It. And that something usually ended up face down in his bed while he had his fun. Not that, that wasn't bad in my opinion. )

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Later the night in Pete's office, 8:00 PM...

"Well..." A pleased Pete began from behind his desk. "...All an all have ta say this was one good day whoo-hoo." The man still dressed in his Santa suite pulled down his beard and smiled over to Pj. "Wouldn't you say so boy?"

"If you say so dad." A tired Pj responded from his seat on the couch. At that moment all the younger man could think about was taking off his stupid costume, going strait home, and crawling under his covers. "I'm just glad it's all over."

Pete thumbed through is money one last time before stuffing the entire stack into a drawer in his desk locking it afterwards. "Don't be a such a sour puss kid." He chuckled. "Ya had fun spending' the day wit me didn't ya."

'Yeah if being humiliated, laughed at, and worked to death for twelve hours strait can be called fun.' Pj thought wearily to himself.

Seeing his son frowning Pete stood up and walked over to him. "I know what will make ya happy ya little bitch." He said plopping down onto the couch next tot his son. Pj sat upright and gave the older man a worried look he had a feeling of what was coming. But to his immense surprise instead of jumping on top of him his dad placed an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. "How about I give ya your cut for da day?" he grinned.

Pj blinked up at his dad a few times a little stunned. "Your... your going to pay me?" he asked apprehensively. Somehow he never believed his dad would actually pay him for his help.

"Darn tootin' I'm goin' ta pay ya!" Pete reached into his back pocket and took out a few quarters and dimes. "Here ya go." he said dropping them into his hand.

Pj peered down at the small amount of change in his hand then back at his father. It was only seventy-five cents. "Thanks dad." he said sullenly. He should have known his father wouldn't even break a buck.

At the sound of the slight displeasure in the shorter man's voice Pete frowned at him. "What that ain't good enough fer ya?" he asked a dangerous edge in his voice.

Pj flinched this wasn't good. Last thing he needed was to make his father upset with him. Choosing his next words carefully he began. "It's, it's plenty sir really!" He amended quickly. "I was just hoping... you know, with it being Christmas and all..." he gave his dad a weak smile one which deflated when Pete's frowned remained. "...Never mind."

Pete leaned back In his seat and stared out into space still obviously angry. "You know I could just take that money back ya know." He told Pj. "After all this here is a family business. No reason I can't I work my kid to the bone without payin' him." He was quiet for several seconds after that then suddenly the large man turned to his son and grinned. "Ya know what boy..."

Pj gulped. "What sir?"

"Maybe I should give you a little somethin' more." The older man scratched his chin. "That is iffin you really think you deserve it."

Pj nodded. After all the hard work he did today he thought he did. "Y, Yes sir."

"Ok son." Pete reached behind himself again this time producing a crisp fifty dollar bill. "This more ya speed?" He waved the bill in front of Pj's nose tickling it with the edge.

Pj's eyes grew a big as saucers, his dad had never, NEVER giving him that much money before. "I..I can really have it?" He asked. Pete remained stone faced continuing the wag the fifty dollars in his son's face. Smiling happily Pj reached for the money but just as he was about to grasp it the Pete pulled it away.

Letting out a harsh laugh Pete said. "Not fast enough boy." he waved the bill in the air. "Iffin you want this cash here, you gotta take it from me."

Pj pursed his lips and tried to reach for it again only to miss once more. "Come on dad." He whined. Pete merely chuckled again and continued his game pulling the money away every time his son tried to take it. It was fun seeing him beg and plead with him. Finally after twenty tries Pj made one last desperate grab leaping out of his seat with a "AH-HA!" launching himself over his dad's sitting form. But like the last dozen times he missed again and ending up comically sprawled over the older man's legs.

Pete snorted. "Well, well, well now what do we got here?" He asked. "See where yer greediness get's ya boy."

'He's calling me greedy?" Pj thought to himself as he lay there. Out loud he said "Heh, sorry about that sir." He tried to get off of his dad's lap but he soon found out that he wasn't goin anywhere a heavy hand pressing down on his lower back keeping him down. Peering sheepishly over his shoulder he saw Pete give him a lust filled glare. "Dad? Dad what...what are you doing?" He tried his best to squirm out of the other man's grip but to no avail

"Whatever I want brat." Pete responded. He let his eyes wander over his son his mouth watering at how vulnerable he looked over his knees. "And you got no say in it."

"Come on dad let me up!" Pj begged as he writhed weakly on his dad's lap.

His whining and struggling earned him a hard slap to upturned bottom which made him hiss in pain. "Who do you think yer talkin' to brat?" Pete growled. he gave the boys upturned ass another hard smack. "Like I told scales fer brains earlier. I'm the boss here and you better remember that, understand!!"

Pj turned beat red his ass tingling from swatting he had received. He hadn't been in this sort of position since he was three years old and had gotten caught eating cookies before dinner. Answering his father he whimpered weakly. "Y, Yes sir!"

"What did you say ya little slut!?" Pete asked harshly. "I didn't catch that!" He gave his the plump cheeks before him a series of swift slaps.

"I said YES SIR!!" Pj shouted frantically. Despite the burning emanating from both his backside and cheeks he felt a part of him was getting hard from the feeling of his dad dominating him. "Anything you want!"

"Heh-heh that's what I thought." Pete rubbed the heated flesh soothing the soreness he had caused there. "Now tell me slut, you going to stop all that whining you been doin' taday?" Pj shakily hummed a yes. Which made Pete happy. "Good boy."

Pete continued rubbing for several more minutes enjoying the feel of the plush flesh under his hand. "Ya'know Bubba wuz right!" He spoke. "Yer chunky ass does look dam fine in these tights." He pinched a cheek. "Like a big ol' piece 'o' candy." Pete daintily flipped the hem of his sons shirt up the bells sewn there jingling as he bared the boys backside to his greedy eyes. "Hum... wonder what's under the wrapper."

Pj gritted his teeth trying and failing to contain the wanton moan he made as his father began pulling down his candy cane tights, exposing his black furred buttocks to the chilly air inside the office. "Your...your going to do that here?" he gasped. Sure they had, had sex in his dad's office before but there still could be people outside.

"Shut it fer a second will ya!" Pete delivered a fresh smack. "I'm busy here." He ran the tip of his finger up and down a warm crack reveling in the heat there and enticing a shuddering moan from his son. "Been thinkin' about all nasty things I can do to this all day." Pete salivated. "Ever since it bounced into the kitchen dis morning in them tighty-whities."

"Wa-What sort of things?" Pj asked with worry in his voice.

"I said be quiet!" Pete brought his hand down yet again causing Pj to yelp. There was a deep chuckle. "Iffin it weren't fer that fucker Bubba, I would have slammed yer slutty self against the counter and screwed-da-ma-fied ya real good right then and there."

Pj nervously laughed at the thought of what his father had been planning to do to him. It was just what he had been secretly thinking of as he walked into that kitchen. His lusts finally getting the better of him Pj was about to drop all pretenses of dignity and beg for his dad to "Screw him", but remembering what the older man had told him he stopped himself placing both his hands over his mouth for good measure.

"Heh-heh smart boy." Pete said noticing the other mans struggle. "You deserve a treat fer listening and doin' as you were told." He raised his hand to his mouth and quickly wetted his index finger then with dramatic flair he brought it back down to the pudgy boys but. Slowly but persistently he nudged the finger into his sons crack working the thick digit between the furry mounds of flesh inching closer and closer to the hidden button that he knew would get the boy to squealing like the whore he was the second he touched it.

His eyes pinched shut Pj whimpered as he felt the calloused tip of his dad's finger press against his anus. His was on fire every nerve singing as the sensation of his father began circling his entrance an electric charge traveling up his spine and to his brain as he laid there. All the poor needy boy could think of, to his great shame was how much he just wanted his dad to push it inside of him. And after a few more minutes of play that's just what he got. With a almost savage growl Pete jammed his thick finger right into his son. Pushing past the gripping ring of muscle and into the warmth of his sons innards. Causing the boy in his lap to cry out and writhe as a wave of pain and joy coursed through him.

Pj gasped and moaned out a long "DAAAAAD!" as he. But as the high of the intrusion wore off the boy fearfully realized that he had disobeyed and looked up at his dad.

Looking back and grinning Pete snorted in amusement. "Heh-heh, don't worry boy I'll let it slide now." he started grinding his finger into the younger man. "I like to hear ya when I tease yer hole like this."

"I'll be as loud as you want sir." Pj said happily.

"That's a good little bitch now." Pete continued. "Just lay there and cry out while ya let daddy finger fuck yer ass real good." The older man licked his lips and really started driving his finger into his son hooking and twisting it at every angel he could trying to see what made his bitch moan the loudest. As he prodded and poked he began to feel his slumbering cock stir and grow harder and harder under Pj girth. Pretty soon he would have to withdraw his finger and get to the main even. But that was still a little bit off. He wanted to see first if he could make the fat little whore cum from just this.

His fun was interrupted however when like that morning a ringing phone broke his concentration and made him huff out. "Fucking phones!" He cursed glaring to the phone next to them. Without stopping his fingering he clumsily reached out with his unoccupied hand and after a few tries he slammed his hand down on the annoying phone picking it up and placing the receiver up to his ear. "Who the hell is this!" He growled.

The voice on the other end stammered a few times then said. "It's me Mr. D'caht." A male voice said. "Robby Evans from this morning."

Pete rolled his eyes, he remembered the jittery prairie dog. He had asked nearly a hundred different questions before he reluctantly agreed to buy a car. "Of course Mr. Evans what can I do for ya?" he hooked his finger making his son jump as it rubbed against a certain bundle of nerves.

"It about that car you sold me it... it sort of broke down before I got home." The man said flatly.

Thinking that his dad was busy Pj tried again and again to sit up but like before was held down. Pinned under the larger mans elbow. "Dad?"

Pete ignored his sons protest and continued to work his fingers. "Did you check the gas gage?" he asked the man on the other end of the line.

"Um....Ok let me go and check." the sound of the Rodent placing his phone down came over the phone along with the sound of a door opening and closing.

"Pain in the ass." Pete muttered as he waited. He knew the real reason for the break down. The car he had sold the sucker had one hundred thousand miles on it and was nearly twenty years old. It was a wonder that the piece of junk didn't burst into flames when the sunlight hit it.

Under him an increasingly worried Pj looked up to his father. "Please dad let me up, he's going to hear what we're doing if you don't."

"What you don't want someone hearing' ya moanin' like a bitch in heat?" Pete taunted. "Thought you said you'd moan as much as I liked." He thrusted his finger in and out a few more times each time hitting the boys prostrate in rapid succession.

"I did but... ya know..."

Pete rolled his eyes for a second time. "Look boy, no one will here yer ass if ya don't moan like some slutty little bitch in heat." Pete arched and eyebrow pretending to think. "If ooonly there was sumthin' we could sick in that mouth of yers to help ya be quiet." He hooked his finger again making Pj moan. "...You got any ideas 'bout that son?"

As he moaned in pleasure Pj wondered what on earth the other man was talking about. Then suddenly it hit him and he bit his lower lip at the thought. But it seemed that was the only way to keep himself quiet. "How...how about I suck... suck your dick sir." He said grimacing slightly.

Hearing his son's proposal Pete allowed the boy to finally to get off of his lap. "Took ya long enough." he smirked as Pj pulled his tights back up and sat down on his haunches next to him. He was about to tell the boy to hurry and get to it but before he could the annoying Mr. Evans returned to the phone.

"Ok Mr. D'caht I just checked the meter and it's full." Mr. Evans voice came over the phone. "It's got to be something else."

Pete rolled his eyes the guy just wasn't going to give up. "Ok then how about ya tell me exactly what happened on yer way home." Mr. Evens took a deep breath and proceeded to tell the other man a meandering tale about his travel home. While the rodent spoke Pete for the most part tuned it out his focus being on Pj who was trying to get up the courage to do what he had promised. Before the boy could try and back out Pete tapped him gently on the cheek and mouthed the words "Get to it."

Pj sighed and worded a silent ok before he leaned down. Raising a shaky hand the pudgy man so that he hooked his fingers under the elastic waist band of his dad's bright red Santa pants and began pulling them down. As he did he could feel his mouth watering at the sight of the older man's boxers coming into view the unmistakable outline of the thick cock he had come to know very well presented itself. Despite his slight reluctance at sucking on it earlier he still he found himself happily fishing it out and moaning in heat at the weight of it in his hand. After taking a deep breath of the musky sent which wafted up from the rigid organ he opened his mouth and without any further delay he bent down and took it into his mouth nursing on it with quiet slurping sounds.

The moist heat surrounding the tip of his cock Pete let out a low hiss. If the little bitch he had breed had any talent this was it. But he needed, no had to have the entire length of his cock in that sucking mouth. Not caring to be gentle Pete placed his large hand on the back of Pj's head and forced him down on it. The boy gagging a little as his mouth was stretched to accommodate his fathers cock. "That's it bitch take it all in."

"Excuse me Mr. D'caht?" Mr. Evan's asked over the phone.

Realizing what he had said Pete quickly amended. "I, I mean... let me take what yer sayin' in for a second ok..." Pete leaned over his nursing son and shoved his hand back under his boys tights working his way back into the hole he had been playing with only minutes ago while he tried to figure a way to trick the man into hanging up. "Maybe what's wrong has sumthin' ta do with the transa-ma-nition why don't ya go check it for me it real quick-like" He told the other man as he began to probe his finger into Pj's willing hole.

"You think that's what's wrong." Mr. Evan's asked unsure.

"Sure do." Pete said back. Mr. Evan made an unsure noise and then proceeded to go off into another tangent asking question after question about how exactly he was suppose to check the "transa-ma-nition". Like before Pete tuned it out for the most part humming yes's and no's in the right places. All he really cared about at that moment though was the slurping mouth on his cock and the warm tunnel griping his finger. From the way the boy was moving and moaning softly around his shaft he was just about ready for some good fucking and he couldn't wait no longer.

Thinking fast the impatient man coughed interrupting the nervous voice on the other end of the line. "Look here Mr. Evans how 'bout ya forget about checkin' it yerself and come on down ta-mary and we can have my man Bubba look at it. I'm sure he can fix'er fer ya... for a phenomenal fee of course."

But...but how on earth do you purpose I get myself home?" The other mans asked.

Pete hung up the phone before the other man could complain again he had the money for the car and a iron-clad contract so there was no worry about the rat trying to get a refund because of bad service. "Pain in the ass costumer. If only I didn't need to speak wit them." Looking down to the bobbing head in his lap he chuckled. "Oh well at least I got a nice blow job while I worked." He reached down and grabbed hold of Pj's hair forcing the boy to look him in the eyes.

Pj his mouth hanging open searched his dad's eyes confused at to why he had been made to stop. "What's wrong sir did I do something wrong?"

Pete shook his head and lowered his head pressing his lips against his sons delving his thick tongue into the younger mans surprised mouth exploring the wet cavern aggressively. Pulling away he licked his lips and gave him a lust filled look. "Ready fer the main show boy?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"I-I guess dad." Pj said bashfully. "Just let me get re-Oomph!" Pj yelped in surprise as he found himself being flipped onto his back. "Dad what are you...?" he began. But once again he was interrupted as his dad grabbed both of his legs and pulled his tights off roughly.

"I'm goin ta fuck you stupid." Pete huffed. He stood and pushed his pants down. "No more interruptions, no more mercy." He quickly stepped out of his discarded pants and climbed back onto the couch getting between his sons legs and pressing them up against the smaller mans chest. With a lustful sneer he nudged his ready cock against the well prepared hole he had been playing with for the last ten minutes. "Fuck it yer hot." He growled as he shifted his hips forward sheathing himself in his sons ass.

Pj gritted his teeth as he was invaded. His dads finger from earlier had felt good but this was a whole new level. "D-dad... oh god please go deeper."

Pete laughed deeply. "Like. This. You. Little. Bitch." he asked giving a hard thrust with each word.

"Y, y, y, y, y, y, y, yessss!" Pj moaned as he was ridden. He could feel himself sweating in his cheep costume as he was breed good and hard by his father. Wanting leverage he reached up and gripped the sleeves of his fathers Santa suite. "oh, man dad, dad, DAD! This feels so good I...I love it!"

"I know ya do whore." Pete panted as continued his thrusting. He always loved it when his son really got slutty. Made it a whole lot more fun. The moaning, the cries for more, the desperate clutching at his arms and chest. It made a wild animal come out in the older man, an animal who only cared about fucking and dominating the younger man until he was nothing more then a jabbering mess covered in his cum. After a almost deafening scream of passion from Pj, Pete sped up jackhammering into the man under him with such force that the windows of the small trailer rattled and shook as he pushed them closer and closer to orgasm.

The hectic pace lasted for a few more good minutes until Pj finally went over the edge and screamed out "Fuck!!" His toes curling and his eyes rolling back into his head as came hard. White hot light filling his vision as he sprayed his own cum over his and his dads stomachs. The sight, sounds and death-like grip on his manhood was all it took for Pete and with one last downward jab he came white-washing his baby boy's insides with his thick creamy seed.

As they both road out their orgasms the pair kept still looking into each others eyes. After what seemed like hour Pete spoke up. "Fuck, you don't know how much I needed this son." He said pulling out. He sat down lazily leaning back in his seat, getting comfortable.

Pj remained still but grunted a yes. "I...I needed it too sir." he looked over his belly. "I'm glad you brought me down here today."

"Even if I made you dress up like an ass?' The other man asked.

"Yup even after that." Pj sat up and before he knew it he had leaned forward and kissed his dad on the cheek.

Pete smiled from the simple touch of affection then realizing how fruity it was he frowned and pushed his son away. "Cut it out ya queer." he mumbled. The larger man stood up and peered down at his son then across the room. Shrugging his shoulder he walked over to his file cabinet and pulled it open.

"I wuz goin' ta wait till Christmas ta give this to you, but since ya did a good job jus now..." He rummaged around the drawer for a few seconds then produced a brightly wrapped Christmas present. "I guess I could give it to ya early." He shook it the rattling of whatever was inside echoing through the room

"Is that for me?" Pj asked his eyes widening, His dad had actually gone out and gotten him something for Christmas.

Pete Nodded. "Yeah it is boy" he watched as his son got up off of the couch, walked over to him and tried to reach for the gift. But before the pudgy boy could grasp the present Pete yanked it away and held it just above his reach. "Not so fast boy." Pete said raising the present out of his sons reach. "What do you say to the greatest dad on earth fer giving ya this?"

Pj sighed. "I say thank you sir." he said grinning. Pete gave a pleased nod then handed the present to the shorter man who made short work of the wrapping tearing it off with great gusto. When Pj finally got all the paper off of the box he gasped. "This... this is the GameX station 3½."

"Yeah it is some smoe couldn't make his car payment and handed it over instead." Pete explained.

Pj barely heard what the taller man said instead he launched himself forward and fiercely hugged him. "Thanks sir really." he said backing away. The happy man turning away and placed the box on top of his dad's desk. He wanted to see his present out of it's box. But what he found inside when he opened it surprised him. The core system was there but the controllers, wires, and such were all missing. "Um sir..."

"What something missing?' Pete reached into his cabinet again and produced another box. "Sumthin' like this?" Pj dumbly nodded as his dad took out box after box. "Well iffin you want these here presents you got to earn'um like ya did that one."

Pj let out a long breath. From the number of presents it looked like if he wanted to play his game he'd have to have sex eight more time. Thinking about it though that wouldn't be so bad not like he didn't enjoy it, the ach in his bottom proved that to him. "Ok sir what do I have to do?"

"Yer goin' ta have to ask Bubba 'bout that first." Pete began. "Half of these are from him."

As if the large man had planned the big gator opened the door and stepped into the room. Pj turned around and cringed as he saw that gator take in the sight of him and his dad naked from the waist down. "Well now what do we got here?"

"Just some after work fun." Pete informed him. "Come on in you can have sloppy seconds."

"Humm... sounds like just what I've been needin'." Bubba stepped forward shutting the door behind him as he pulled down the zipper to his reindeer costume.

("Looks like Santa isn't going to be the only one working all night.")

Next time Pj helps Benny with his catering service...