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Of all of Santa's reindeer, Donner was the most muscular. The most masculine. He was rightly proud of his gym-built biceps, and his legs were like thick tree trunks. His hands were big, and strong. He didn't seem to have any body fat - he said he did, but no one could see it. His chest was firm, thick, and his stomach was taut. And his rack - man, his rack was amazing. Tall and wide, his rack was an impressive work of art.

He was kind of a jock, but he didn't fit the stereotype of the "dumb jock," nor was he a bully or anything. He was a nice guy, if you got to know him - if you were his friend. I wasn't. We were just co-workers - he was (as everyone knows) one of the famous Reindeer, and I was one of the few humans who worked at the North Pole. Me? I'm no one special. No one famous. I just work in accounting.

Like I said, Donner and I weren't friends, but we did know each other. A few years ago, when I was 22 and new at the North Pole, we'd hooked up at the bar. We'd had drunken sex, which neither of us remembered very well. Since then - four years ago? five? - we would get together and have sex - sober sex - whenever we needed some release, but we hadn't forged any kind of friendship.

And now I was in Donner's spacious apartment, needing a favor.

Donner was wearing a flannel shirt (with most of the buttons unbuttoned) and a pair of incredibly beaten-up jeans.

"How the fuck did you make the naughty list this year?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear. "You? Of all people."

"It was a rough year," I said, sheepishly. "I made some bad decisions."

"I guess so," Donner was looking at his tablet - no doubt, checking out my record. Like all reindeer, he had access to Santa's files. "You did some crazy shit."

"I need to get off that list."

"I know," Donner put down the tablet and gazed at me with steady eyes.

"And I know the price I have to pay," I looked down at the floor.

"Dude," Donner laughed. "I can't believe you made the effin' naughty list. It's hilarious."

He stood up. Damn, he was muscular, and hot. His body just turned me on. He was wider than me, no surprise, and certainly in better shape. He was also just a bit taller - but he always seemed to tower over me. There was something about his fur, too, his short, brown fur, that turned me on. I can't explain it. It just felt so good in my hands, rubbing on my body.

"I'll get you on the nice list, no worries," Donner walked over to me. "But - yeah - you know the price. Do you wanna do it now?" He looked hopeful.

"Yeah, right now."

"Then let's get started."

Donner fetched a chair from his desk and placed it in the middle of the room.

"Okay, so," Donner wanted to make sure he got this right. "Okay. If we're going to get you off the naughty list, you've got to pay for your sins. And then - um - we'll both get off. Get it? It's funny? Get off and get off? Hah!"

"You're a comedian," I couldn't help but smile.

"Damn straight," the reindeer said. "Anyway, um, take off everything from the waist down."

I hadn't expected to strip so soon, but, cool, whatever. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my worn socks, and unzipped my jeans. The reindeer watched me closely, lust in his eyes. Taking my time, I tugged down and then slid off my jeans and underwear at the same time.

Donner handed me a pair of baggy sweat pants and told me to put them on. That, too, was surprising, but they smelled like him, so stepping into them was kind of hot. However . . . there was something in the crotch, on the inside . . . wait . . . was that . . .

"Did you jerk off into these?" I asked Donner, my eyes widening in yet more surprise.

"Yep," the big reindeer grinned again. "Yesterday. I still can't tell if that's disgusting or sexy, making you wear them with my jizz crusted in them. Probably both."

"Definitely both," I shook my head. "But I don't mind." Then I thought of something. "Is this part of the ritual? I'm required to wear these?"

"What? No!" Donner seemed shocked that I would even think that. "Of course not. I just wanted to see you wearing them."

"Oh. Okay. Cool." I said.

So there I was, wearing my t-shirt and Donner's sweat pants, and the sweat pants were crusty in the crotch. It really was both gross and sexy, wearing that pair of jizzed-on sweats - and, yeah, probably it was only sexy because the sweats were _Donner's _sweats. They were his pants, I was wearing them. My legs were where his had been, and my junk was rubbing against the spot where his junk had been. Yeah, it was hot.

The reindeer sat down in the chair and said, "Ready? Let's get started." And he looked up at me. I could see both lust and amusement in his eyes.

I gazed at his large hands, at his thick legs inside those beat-up jeans. My throat suddenly dry, I went over to his right side. Donner patted his right knee, and I slowly placed myself across his lap. He raised his knee a bit, lifting my butt up an inch or so, getting me into a good spanking position. Donner put his left hand on my upper back, and his right on my waiting ass, which he massaged a bit.

"I never thought you'd be naughty," the reindeer chuckled. "Okay, here we go."

His strong, right hand came down on my butt, once - than twice, smacking my sweat pants-covered butt. Neither blow was very hard. A third spank soon followed.

Not bad so far, I thought. Not painful - not yet, anyway.

I looked back and saw his hand coming down for a fourth blow. That one was a bit stronger. The fifth smack was sharp, and quick, and stung a little bit, but having the sweats on helped. The thick fabric of the pants offered some protection. Briefly, his hand rubbed my butt - then he lifted it up and brought it back down. Spank. So far, it wasn't too bad - but - here's the thing - my dick was smushed up against the crusty remains of reindeer jizz in the sweats, and that hurt. It felt like my junk was going to get totally chafed, just rubbing on those gross/sexy stains.

The spanking continued. Maybe a half dozen swats rained down on me, at an even pace, each harder than the last. Donner was getting into his groove.

Okay, now it's heating up_, _I thought.

Again, he briefly massaged my butt, and then his left hand pulled up my shirt, so he could rub the naked skin of my back. After, he kept his furry hand on my upper back, warming it, gently pressing down on it. Again, he smacked my ass.

"So naughty," he said, quietly.

Again, he smacked me - and then again. Now, the spanking was getting harder, more intense. I tried not to squirm, and I grabbed the legs of the chair. The reindeer kept spanking me, and I didn't even try to count the number of blows. Each was a hard, sharp crack that made my butt quiver and my nerves sing out in pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he stopped . . . and began rubbing some of the sting out. That felt . . . sexy . . . my ass felt incredibly warm, every nerve a bonfire of both pain and pleasure (well, yeah, mostly pain) . . . and the feel of his hand rubbing the bruised skin, wow, it was amazing, erotic. I think that's when my dick started getting hard. Still holding the chair legs, I looked back, watched his large hand rub my stinging ass.

"Ready for more?" Donner asked, with a look that was part lust, part mischief.

I wasn't, and I was. All I could do was nod. I turned my eyes back to the floor, lowered my head. Tried to relax.

For a moment, I thought about how it felt, laying across his lap. It was kinda sexy. I could feel his body heat, for one thing, pouring into me.

Donner ran his furry hand over my butt, and then . . . he pulled down the back of the sweats, exposing my butt to the air. The front side, of course, was still firmly up, still in place, so my dick was still smushed against the stains. But my ass was now naked. The reindeer put his hand on it, briefly - and man did I enjoy that, the short fur on his hand stroking my enflamed, bare ass . . . then he began spanking me again. And now the sound of the smacks was much louder, filling the air, each smack now falling on naked flesh rather than the sweat pants. Each spank was a stinging slap, and each hurt fiercely . . . but he would only spank me five or six times, then rub me, rub some of the sting out . . . then he'd give me another five or six, then more rubbing . . .

_He's making it last, that's why he keeps rubbing it, _I suddenly realized. I should've known that would happen.

The reindeer went back and forth like that a few times - spanking my naked ass, then rubbing, then spanking. Oddly, the stinging pain began to lessen after a while. I started getting more turned on, and I could feel Donner's erection poking into me.

"Ready to finish the punishment?" Donner suddenly asked. "There's not much more to go."

_More? _But the idea of more spanking was - I was surprised to discover - incredibly hot. I really hadn't expected to get turned on by this.

I moved my hands from the chair legs to the floor. Donner grabbed the sweats and tugged them down to my knees. Finally - finally, my dick wasn't chafing against the stains. Now, with the sweats pulled down, the reindeer was truly giving me a bare-ass spanking.

"Doing alright?" Donner asked. "You're being awfully quiet, just a few moans now and again."

"I'm okay," I replied, giving a thumbs up.

As Donner began spanking me again, I lifted my head, turned to look back - I watched his hand come down and smack my bare ass, again and again. This time, he didn't smack me as hard. The blows still stung, but they weren't as powerful as the last batch had been. As my ass got warmer and warmer, as the pleasure grew, I turned my face back to the floor, closed my eyes, drifted in the waves of sensation. I no longer had the urge to squirm or anything, now I welcomed each smack - almost lifting up my ass in anticipation of each blow. I did, however, have to fight the urge to rub my semi-hard cock on his thick leg, as I lay there across his lap. Part of me was worried about shooting out my jizz right there, all over both of us.

A few more spanks came down on my ass, firm, evenly paced and steady. Evenly paced and steady.

I glanced through the legs of the chair and saw that my sweats - his sweats - had slid down to my ankles.

Donner rubbed my butt again, and this time his thick fingers probed around my taint, my hole. Teasing me, he brought a finger to the edge of my hole, then withdrew it . . . then, slowly, brought it back . . . it penetrated into me, sliding in with an easy grace. For a moment, the spanking ceased, as he finger-fucked me, and I mrrrrd in pleasure.

"Just a few more," Donner said, his voice low and hoarse, probably from excitement. His body radiated even more heat, and his dick was hard, so hard.

He gave me five more, each hard, each evenly spaced apart. Each hurt, of course, quite a bit, and I lay there, taking the blows, welcoming them, enjoying them. I hadn't expected this to be so hot, so erotic. That had been a surprise.

Donner stopped, then, and I realized just how on fire my ass really was. The stinging sensation (running rampant through both cheeks) was intense, but the pleasure was still there, too, just as intense as the pain.

"You good?" he asked.

"More than good."

"Your ass is really red," Donner smiled. He ran his fingers over the stinging skin. "Man, I figured this would turn me on, but - man - wow, it really got me horny."

"I know, I can feel your erection."

"And you?" he asked, "What about you?"

"Don't get me wrong," I said, "It hurt, sure, but it got me horny too."

"Awesome!" Donner was pleased. "Man, I'm so hot right now, so turned on. I wanna crack my antlers against another dude's. You know? It's what we do. Man, if you had antlers, that'd be so hot."

Shaking a little bit, I got myself up to a standing position. Donner swiftly stood up and pulled me into an embrace. We hugged, tightly, gripping each other, and I ran a shaking hand over the warm fur on Donner's firm, thick chest. I kicked off the sweats, which had still been puddled around my ankles.

I grabbed the zipper of his jeans. Looking up at him, I unzipped his pants, reached into them, squeezed his hard dick . . . slowly, I tugged his jeans and shorts down, and he stepped out of them.

"I'm probably going to come in, like, four seconds," he tried to make it a joke, but - yeah - that was probably going to happen. For both of us.

I knelt down, and took him in my mouth. I wanted to make this part last - but I also didn't. I wanted him inside me - now - and I wanted to get his dick wet and slick with my spit.

I quickly stood up and bent over the chair. I didn't want to use the bed, like we normally did. I put both hands on the chair - the wooden seat was still warm from Donner sitting there (sitting there while he gave me a good, long spanking). I tried to plant my feet as firmly as I could on the scuffed floor. Getting behind me, the reindeer spent a moment gently running fingers over my red, stinging ass, then I felt his warm, short-furred hands running slowly along my hips, then up my back.

Man, I realized - I was probably going to come in _one _second, not four.

Donner knelt down, and ran his tongue up and down the skin of my ass, and the sensation of that made my erect dick pulse. Looking down, I saw pre oozing out of my throbbing cock. The big reindeer then slid his tongue into me, lubricating my hole . . . soon, the tongue was deep, deep inside, and everything became wet, slippery, ready for what was coming.

He stood up, grabbed my hips in his strong hands. I looked back, staring with hunger at his dick - like mine, it was throbbing and fully hard. However, he had a lot more pre-cum than I did. It slipped out of his big, meaty reindeer cock, dripped down to the floor. Neither one of us could wait, or take our time - Donner pressed the head of his cock to my hole, then slipped it inside . . . looking back again, I saw a fiery lust in the reindeer's eyes.

Soon, the length of his meat was inside me, and Donner began fucking me . . . pulling back, sliding a few inches out, then sliding all of his cock back in . . . back and forth, humping, thrusting . . . the feel of his fur where it touched my naked skin felt amazing . . . as he started speeding up, started fucking me faster and faster, his hips would slam into my bruised ass, and fresh sensations of pain and pleasure would erupt all along the skin of my ass.

Soon, this big, beefy reindeer was intensely fucking my ass . . . his thick cock stretching, expanding, my hole. His mighty balls slapped into me, and I could feel drops of saliva drip down to my back. His furry body absolutely _radiated _heat, and lust, and the smell of reindeer - a heady mixture that made me giddy.

Donner firmly gripped my cock in his hand, and that was it for me - I came, shooting jizz like little rockets getting launched into space. My cum shot out, over the chair, onto the floor. And then Donner came, slamming his warm body into mine, holding me tight. He leaned forward as he came, and he gasped, and his cum shot deep into me. I could feel his dick quivering inside me - it was still all the way in, and his furry body was pressed tightly to mine. The last bits of my orgasm were still dripping out, splashing down to the chair.

We stayed locked together for a moment, then Donner slid his thick, semi-hard cock out. It emerged with a soft pop, and a fair amount of reindeer cum slipped out as well. There was a big drop of cum on the tip of Donner's meaty cock, and I licked it off. Holding each other, we collapsed down to the floor, both of us breathing heavily and feeling light-headed. For maybe five minutes, all we could do was pant, and enjoy the natural high that followed a good orgasm.

"Whoooo . . . " Donner finally said. "I can't believe how turned on I got just from spanking you. It made me so hot, it was like this foreplay that just got hotter and hotter the longer it went on. We have to remember that - for next time."

"Um, yeah," I was somehow able to say, even though I hadn't quite got my breath back yet.

"Oh, and hey, by the way," he grinned. "Welcome back to the Nice List."

"Thanks!"