THE HIGH TABLE

Slighlty based on the previous story: DO YOU BELIEVE IN SANTA

MUSCLE MARINE:

Alex had discovered the truth—the hard, undeniable truth—of who his father really was. The mystery behind his mother’s disappearance every first of December, only for her to return on Christmas Eve as if nothing had happened, finally made sense to him… even though she still had no idea that he knew.

Max had managed the situation for two years, but the cracks were widening. He found himself trapped in an impossible position, having to protect Alex’s secret knowledge while also maintaining his wife’s illusion—her carefully constructed fantasy she believed kept their world intact.

Somewhere along the line, Max had slipped, let his guard down. And Alex noticed. And the young man wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. He used what he knew like leverage, pressing Max, cornering him, reminding him what would happen if he ever told Alex’s mother the truth. With that pressure, Alex began to test boundaries. His tone sharpened. He questioned Max more aggressively, issued demands, and pushed limits that had never been meant to bend.

Did being the son of Santa grant him authority? Power? Or simply a dangerous sense of entitlement? Yet beneath the bravado, questions haunted him and even after two years with Max becoming his best friend, doing everything together, training him, guiding him through shadowy operations and underground dealings—not exactly legally sanctioned—Alex still lacked the answers that mattered.

The truth behind it all still haunted him. If his father was Santa, why did his mother hide it? Why remarry? Why live here instead of the North Pole? And most of all: why had the “coward runaway biological dad” never once come to see him?

Max struggled each time Alex threw those questions at him. The more he hesitated, the more Alex’s resentment grew. The once-calm young man had become sharp-tongued, disrespectful, and increasingly entitled—dangerously so; spiralling into not only arrogance and obsession but into violence… uncontrolled brutality…

This couldn’t continue and something had to change. Something had to be done… before the stud crossed a line neither of them could walk back from. And the calendar didn’t help. December approached with the first of the month was only days away when his mother would leave the house, Max and Alex… alone.

DREAM BREAKER:

It was the last night of November... a night when my mother was usually nervous and ready to leave. Max, my stepfather, looked at me seriously but didn't intervene when I cornered my mother at the kitchen table and demanded more answers. At first, my mother just smiled gently without saying anything, and my frustration boiled over, this time not towards my stepfather, but towards my own mother, whom I threatened to find out the truth myself.

She listened without interrupting, then rose from her chair. “If you keep digging, you’re only going to hurt yourself,” she warned. “Everything will make sense eventually—just be patient.” She shot a look at Max before heading upstairs. I turned to him in turn and asked… “What is that supposed to mean?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Not sure son. I tried to warn you not to open the subject with her. You just didn't listen." As I get off the chair at the dining room table and head onto the couch in the hall, slump down. I lift my legs up and try to relax as I watch you pace the floor, angry, and worked up.

DREAM BREAKER:

How the hell can my mother and Max be so calm and brush it off so easily? I'm practically spinning in circles on the floor, watching Max almost dozing on the sofa. Finally, I can no longer control myself, so I sit down at Max's feet and suddenly grab him, squeezing his bulge insistently. "Max, please help me. I know you know more about this than you're willing to admit." I squeeze your balls a little harder. "Max, you're going to help me, and this isn't a request!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I sit up on the couch instantly as you grab my bulge, painfully. And as I gotten used to the last couple of months, I don't dare object or try to stop you as you have become quite aggressive and can get violent. "Ok. Ok. Chill. I will find a way to fix things... yet again. I will calm her down and try to get her to reason. Its not as easy as you think." I try to loosen your grip on my bulge...

DREAM BREAKER:

I finally loosen my grip of your nuts and start to rub your bulge feeling how your cock stiffens fast under my palm. "This is what I wanted to hear, Max"... I stare at your face and smile to you when all of the sudden I snap a grab of your ball again and twist them hard. "Don´t you dare to betray me, you hear me? Cause if you do you would pay dearly", I add more pressure on your nuts staring at your eyes. The smile has disappeared from my face again.

You writhe on the sofa more from discomfort and embarrassment than from pain until I release my grip on your nuts again. "We can't break these, or my mother might be very disappointed in your sexual prowess, wouldn't you agree? And speaking of which, I want you to visit my room tonight wearing those red compression boxers, you know, the ones that make your ass look really hot." I chuckle and stand up, gently grabbing you by your bearded jawline as I whisper in your ear "We'll talk more tonight."

MUSCLE MARINE:

I feel a rush of embarrassment course through me, a deep sense of humiliation washing over me. I hate it, and I hate myself even more for letting you get away with it. But lately, something about you is just over the top, and I can't seem to be able to stop you. That aggressiveness you build upon is both mesmerizing and turn on as much it is off putting and scary. I know I have what it takes to stand up to you and put you in your place again, but you do it so seamlessly that it distracts me from doing that exactly. I nod and watch you walk away. "You will have all the answers you are looking for... soon enough... sooner than you think." As I hear you chuckle almost mockingly and walking up-stairs. And under my breath... "Just you wait until your mother leaves tomorrow."

DREAM BREAKER:

As the evening turned into a night, I waited for you to come to my room, but you kept me waiting. I was about to doze off when I decided to get out of bed and put on loose shorts as I tiptoed to my mother's and your bedroom door and heard my mother moaning. At first, I was annoyed, but then I remembered that my mother was leaving in the morning for a couple of days on a business trip and that you might have wanted to say goodbye more intimately before she left. "Well, Max would be all mine for the next few days," I thought to myself as I returned to my room, threw my shorts on the floor and flopped down on the bed. A good wank satisfied my needs, for the time being, and I fell asleep with a puddle of cum on my abs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am in the kitchen the next morning in my tight red boxer briefs when I hear you coming down the stairs, with a rather furious step, but I choose to ignore it and act casual with you. Smiling as you enter, I turn to you... "Hey. Slept well? Mom has already left for her annual retreat and its just you and me here. What would you like to do today? Hit the gym? Or we could just laze around the house... maybe finish our chat and clarify a couple of things...?" But you seem still in a sleepy mood to think of anything. I slide a plate of fresh toasts and some eggs, sunny-side-up, and walk past you, heading up-stairs to get dressed and start my day.

DREAM BREAKER:

I scratch my crotch as I walk into the kitchen, not even trying to hide my morning wood under my loose black shorts. I'm not the most talkative guy in the morning, so I just mumble something while staring at the eggs on my plate. Of course, my mother has already left, as she does every year. She disappears before dawn. After the first few sips of coffee, my brain starts to function, and I turn to look at you as you climb the stairs. "We're definitely going to do something together and sort a few things out," I chuckle and gently stroke my throbbing morning wood.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I smile at you. "We are. We are." As I disappear, leaving you waking up alone and eating your breakfast.

DREAM BREAKER:

There is something in your voice, a tone that makes me pause and think. Something confident, a far from your behavior last night. But I am still too sleepy to pay much attention to it. Perhaps you have just simply accepted your position. Just the thought of it brings a small smile to my face. I eat half a piece of toast and an egg and finish my coffee. "It's going to be a great day, but now I have to get rid of this morning wood. Max could help me with that, but it's better if I take care of it myself and save Max's services for the evening", I say to myself. As I walk past your room, I hear you talking to someone on the phone. Strange at this time of the morning. However, I don't stop to wonder about it for too long since my morning wood now requires my immediate attention...

MUSCLE MARINE:

We each leave our separate ways for the day, leaving you at home since its a weekend - I know that soon enough you will be hitting the gym to get a good pump like you always do. I get dressed and leave the house, heading to the department store to get a couple of things I need to start setting up for Christmas that is coming in three weeks - some lights, some hooks, some duct-tape and string to secure some decorations... I get myself quite busy the whole day, trying to stay away from you as much as possible, knowing that you will be able to find something to do without me.

Time flies that day pretty fast and the evening comes soon. I see you walk in through the front door, exhausted. "How was your workout? I am sorry I missed it. I was busy decorating here. Do you like it?" But you barely look around and dismiss me, heading upstairs straight away. I smile, knowing you might hit the sack tonight earlier than usual. This usually happens when you train alone... you push yourself over the top, past the limit, and end up so tired to even to anything afterwards - especially when you don't have someone to moderate your workout. And that is just what I need tonight.

DREAM BREAKER:

I work out hard at the gym to get my muscles pumped up for the evening. I've noticed you often glancing at them with admiration, so I know what turns you on. When evening comes, I finally arrive home from the gym. You are smiling, looking so happy after decorating the house with all kind of Christmas ornaments and crap. I try to smile back to you mumbling something .."yeah, looks nice".. but not really paying too much attention to any of it. I trudge up to my room and throw myself, sweaty, onto my bed. I should take off my gym clothes and take a shower, but maybe I'll close my eyes for a moment before that...

I have no idea for how long I´ve been there. I must have fallen asleep eventually when I wake up abruptly by a strange noise. I try to gather my thoughts, trying hardly think what could have caused it. It's a noise that I can't find a reason for. I get out of bed and open the door to peek into the hallway... "Max? Is that you?" I don't get an answer, so I quietly go down the stairs to the living room...

MUSCLE MARINE:

I hear you coming down the stairs and I call you over... "Come on down Alex. Don't be shy. No one here bites." My tone is so much different than the tone I had earlier, or yesterday when you grabbed me by the balls. I sound more confident, like I am a different man - the man I used to be about two years ago. I laugh and the other man with me laughs as well. His laugh however, is more guttural and echoes throughout the house. As you walk down, I see you are kind of angry... we might have woken you up.

I am on the couch, all naked, legs spread with my monster cock hanging limp and wet, rubbing against the soft material. On the floor, on an ottoman, is sitting the big jolly, overweight but fit guy - he is chubby, but he is muscular... the bloated curvy buff type. Wearing a red posing string that can barely hide his wet cock and balls, he laughs along with me, wiping his mouth from the creamy load I just fed him, then rubbing his stomach and belching as he sees you coming down. He looks over at you... "Well well well. If it isn't my one and only SON." As he gets off the little stool and stands tall, pulling up his pants that were at his ankles.

DREAM BREAKER:

I freeze on the steps for a moment, trying to comprehend what my eyes are seeing. A burly, large man calls me his son, wiping his mouth and the white cream that has dripped onto his beard. There is a strange, smug grin on your face as you stare at the big man. "What the fuck is going on here? Who are you? Are you one of Max's friends?" I ask uncertainly, trying to piece things together and make sense of it all. "Why you call me as your son?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

The street lights through the large window of the living room are shining bright over a huge red sleigh parked on the snow. I see you spot it and then turn your gaze towards us. "Your dad decided it was time for him to pay us a visit and clear things." I smile as I rub my length between my legs. "Was nice of him... instead of making me drive North for hours." I get off the chair, my cock swinging, and grab my red briefs and pull them on while walking to the kitchen to get something to eat. He, on the other hand, gets off the floor, and starts to get dressed, pulling his belt and fastening it around his waist to hold the pants up. It is true he is a bit fat, but every inch of it is muscle... you know the type of burly man, chubby, but it covers smooth well-rounded hard muscles. He smiles at you as you are stunned.

DREAM BREAKER:

 When I recover from my surprise, I descend the rest of the stairs. I try hard to understand what Max's role is in all this, but judging by Santa's behavior, I believe I will soon get the answers to my questions. Standing in front of Santa, I realize that he is almost as tall as I am. "You must have something to tell me," I finally ask in an annoyed voice.

I fill my lungs with air bouncing my massive pecs in front of him trying to give an impression I am in charge of the situation, I am in control of it. "Talk DADDY".

MUSCLE MARINE:

No sooner you finish your last word... DADDY... That Santa's hand shoots forward and snap grabs your bulge tight. Very tight. I have never seen you wince the way you are doing now and I must admit it makes me hard again in my briefs. "Wow." Is all I say, looking at what is unfolding from over the kitchen counter. And the big jolly guy is smiling at you, getting his face closer to yours... then plants a kiss on your lips before letting you go, and shoving you back towards the couch behind you.

DREAM BREAKER:

His hands are tight around my bulge, squeezing all the fight out of me. My knees go weak and I almost collapse, until I finally end up against the sofa, falling onto my back. "What the fuck do you want?" I shout angrily, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. "Do you want a good spanking, daddy? Is that what you came here for? I can teach you such a hard lesson that the kids won't get any presents this Christmas," I threaten as I slowly get up from the sofa.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Ho Ho Ho... A spanking? I am the one who usually gives a good one." I hear Santa saying as he steps closer to you when you get up, and hugs you tight. I see him spin and throw himself on the couch, with you on top of him. As he pins you and holds you tight on his lap, your abs pressing against his knees... he grabs the waistband of your boxers briefs and pulls them slightly down, exposing just a couple of inches of your ass, and lands a hard and sharp slap to the muscular buns.

DREAM BREAKER:

I struggle and squirm on Santa´s knees feeling helpless and humiliated mostly as his giant palm slaps on my bubble butt. "What the fuck is this", I mumble my face buried into the sofa as I try to get up from that awkward position. "I will teach you a lesson, Santa daddy". Rollling myself away from Santa´s lap I get my feet firmly on the floor as I stare his smiling face. "Get up fatty, time to show you who is who here".

MUSCLE MARINE:

Santa laughs and gets up, facing Alex now. I jump and sit on top of the kitchen counter. This is getting interesting. I stroke my bulge slow. Santa leaves no space for respire and lunges at Alex, spearing him in the gut and drags him all the way to the wall behind him, slamming him hard. Although he is big and oversized, he seems very flexible and fast. I can see on Alex's face the surprised look that he might have bitten more than he can chew.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Where the fuck that overweight man gets his strength?", I wonder when my back hits the wall with a loud thud. He might be massive but I am a big guy too. I see Max smirking and playing with his giant cock, that is distracting me for a moment. "Is he fucking enjoying to watch this?". I turn my face back to Santa and send a hard left and right blows just above his belly, trying to hit his solar plexus as my forehead lands with all my strength between his pecs aiming his sternum.

MUSCLE MARINE:

He takes the first two hits but shoves your head away, spins you. As you spin around, your back facing him, he steps forward and locks his arms around your neck, in a choke hold. He pushes you to the wall again, and pushes his bulge at your ass. "You are good, Son. Max has raised you well. But you will never be as good as me. I am your dad after all." He drops one of his hands from your neck and wrapping it around you, he grabs your bulge and strokes it a bit. "And you got your dad's genes..." He laughs in your ear.

DREAM BREAKER:

I writhe, struggle as hard as I can but the Santa has me good. And the worst of all is that Max is watching Santa stroking me, having me locked tightly. Then I remember Max´s advise: "Even in the most difficult situation, don´t give up. Improvise". A nasty smile appears on my face as I suddenly stomp Santas feet and hit the back of my skull into his face. "I guess you're bringing me coal this Christmas."

MUSCLE MARINE:

I see Santa reel backwards after taking a hard headbutt to his face out of nowhere. You are not letting up... I gasp but I am still enjoying it as I raise one leg on the counter and stroke my cock harder. I laugh as you turn around and I see your briefs tented and your cock leaking with a large wet spot. "Someone is enjoying this." I comment.

DREAM BREAKER:

Max is really distracting me now as he keeps stroking his giant cock. Why is it that his cock has the same effect on me every time? Then I remember Santa is right behind me as I turn to face him again. "Didn´t expect that, daddy.. did you?". My voice has an arrogant tone as I swing around and aim a roundhouse kick into Santa´s big belly.

MUSCLE MARINE:

But your foot lands on that soft belly for a second before digging deeper and feeling something really hard as Santa flexes. I laugh as I hear Santa taunting you, raising his arms and flexing. "Tonight. You learn the true meaning of Christmas, my boy." As he shoves your foot away and lunges with a fist to your jaw, snapping your head to one side. His second hit lands on your gut, folding you again. He manhandles you around in the living room until he drops himself on the ottoman, and pulls you over his lap again... I know what is coming and I stroke harder.

DREAM BREAKER:

I can´t believe what I am seeing. Santa is fast and precise with his blows. Under that soft meat there are strong hidden muscles, almost impossible to hurt. I am dazed, my jawline and abs aching as I collapse on his lap again. I try to push his body away but he is heavy, there´s no way I can make him move. Max is laughing and stroking all the time faster as if he was expecting something to happen. "FUCK YOU SANTA!", I finally try to slide my hand between Santa´s legs and get a good hold of his jingle balls.

MUSCLE MARINE:

But to my shock and yours... Santa doesn't scream but rather chuckles. "Yeah, play with them. Make them churn to fill up." He smacks your ass, giving you a good lashing. "Your dad fucked me good and bred me. He also fucked the cum out of me. Now... its your turn to take my load..." I see Alex's body tense on Santa's lap when he hears him say those confusing word. But the jolly red guy laughs and smacks the muscular ass again, making it red. He starts monologuing how Alex must start learning some respect and getting his act together in this house.

DREAM BREAKER:

Max is smirking wider as I listen to Santa´s words that are confusing me. "Max fucked Santa and Santa will fuck me now? ", I ask myself as he keeps smacking my butt each time harder and harder. I see Max walking slowly closer to us, to have a better look or something. This doesn´t look too good for me, I swallow deep. Max stops right in front of my reddening face stroking his massive cock. Santa is getting a huge boner too... but that´s not the worst. The worst thing is that I AM GETTING HARD TOO"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I flop down onto the couch, legs spread. "You ready big guy?" Talking to Santa, knowing he is having a massive boner under you, and would like to get his rocks off now. "Bring him over." As I grab my cock and raise it high, leaking a drop of precum and making it shine. "Alex. There is going to be some changes around this house... order must be restored... and it starts now."

DREAM BREAKER:

"What the fuck is going on here?", I ask again when I feel Santa getting up and grabbing me into his arms. Finally my legs are touching the floor and I am able to regain my posture. I pretend to be broken, weak, defeated.. when all of the sudden I hit my elbow into Santa´s kidneys and get some distance to him as I break out from his fatherly hold. "Not so fast belly man". I aim my giant fist into that white beard trying to break his jaw.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back a step when I see you regain your footing and attack your dad again, aiming your fist to his beard. But that huge white set of hair is distracting and difficult to assess. Your fist goes through it and he is fast enough to sidestep and grab your arm. He laughs and compliments you on such speed, and stamina. But then with his other hand, he balls a fist and clogs you across the jaw, almost dislocating it. I start to talk, explaining things while your world is spinning. "Alex. The deal was simple... Your dad, very busy all year preparing for the one special night, could not be around. And you needed a father figure. It was with his consent and approval that your mom remarried with me. Santa here and I are real buddies. Your mom may not know how close and intimate we are... but now you know... and will know more."

I step forward, and grab you by the throat, hold you still and slug you in the gut with my other fist. I soften your abs a bit, before spinning you around, and landing you on Santa's lap. "Your turn. What do you do to naughty kids..." We both laugh as Santa starts lashing at your ass with hard slaps.

DREAM BREAKER:

I feel like puking, my knees get limp again as I collapse on Santa´s, my real father´s lap again. I turn my face to Max "I will know more about what. Come on Max, you are like a father to me, a friend, my coach... and..you know, more. What more should I know?", I plead you with my breaking voice as Santa lifts up his hand again. "Stop that.. stop spanking my ass, I am not a kid!", I scream and struggle hitting my fists into Santa´s thick thighs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

But that's just what they are... thick. They are strong, muscular although with a little layer of fat. He laughs as you struggle, but keeps spanking you. "You are gonna learn your place. I have been trying to make you believe, to make you change, to make you more humble... You left me no choice but to tell your dad and have him come and teach you a lesson." He suddenly rolls you off his lap, and as you drop to the floor, comes straddling your chest. His massive bulge in his red pants is hanging over your chin. He laughs and his whole belly shakes. He looks down at you and tells you how you owe me all the respect... I inch myself to the edge of the couch, and spread my legs wide open, making my bulge hang and swing over your head.

DREAM BREAKER:

I have no idea how heavy Santa is, perhaps 400 lbs or so but when he straddles on my chest I have it clear, there´s no way out of it. I try to struggle, try to push him away but he is like a mountain of muscles on top of me. My fists are hammering his pecs and gut but it´s all futile, nothing works. My eyes are filling of tears of frustration, I never felt such useless or helpless before. "You are right. I owe Max all the respect and promise to show it to him. But please, move your ass away from my chest, I have difficulties to breathe". The Santa daddy is not going to move but instead is rubbing his giant bulge against my chin and lips humiliating me even more. "Max please, help me. Tell him I am a good guy. "

MUSCLE MARINE:

I look at Santa as you say that, and smile. I wink at him, and all of a sudden, he gets off you, but not without grabbing you by the hair tightly and lifting you up to your feet. He spins you around to face me sitting on the edge of the couch. I reach out, and snap grab your bulge tight. "Are you really a good guy?" I ask mockingly... I squeeze tight and twist your balls, making you wince. "Remember this... last night..."

DREAM BREAKER:

Only another man can understand what is it to get grabbed by the nuts, how does it feel. All my body gets tense, paralyzed when I finally stand up on my toes, trying not to move. My hands grab your wrist, but I don't dare try to pull it away, afraid that you will only cause more pain to my manhood. "Max please, I do what you say... you are my coach, my friend.. my daddy..". I stop for a moment.."last night?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

 "Aren't you the one who grabbed me by the balls and said I will have to tell you everything, the whole truth, and do everything you say?"

DREAM BREAKER:

I look at Max, then turn to look at Santa.. "Max, you know I didn´t mean that..tell that to Santa". I feel the Santa stepping closer to me as his bulge is rubbing my buttocks. "Max, please. You know I am not like that!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Like what? You being a bad boy?" Santa slides his hand to your ass, and smacks it again. But this time, he keeps his hand on your ass and tries to push a finger in between your ass cheeks. He rubs it in and notices something... "Nice one son. You are still a virgin..."

DREAM BREAKER:

I watch Max raise his eyebrows, a look of disbelief on his face, as Santa reveals something I've always been proud of. "It's true, I'm the man who does the doing, not the one who gets done to," my eyes lock with Max's as I direct my words as if to him alone. Santa's fingers push deeper into my ass and gently press my velvety entrance. "Santa, I'll give you my virginity. I'm not that kind of man... you know..."

MUSCLE MARINE:

Just then, with you on all fours now, and the big jolly man in red's finger entering you, I bitch-slap you hard... but so hard it cuts your words short. Never have you had such a hit that makes you taste blood in your mouth. I grab your face and squeeze it tight under your ears - pain shoots through your face. My look is different and you know there is no joking anymore... things are getting dark. "You still don't understand, boi. Your dad chose me for a reason." Still holding your jaw tight, I slip my other hand in my briefs and fish out my monster cock, letting it drop hang... "You will soon learn why."

DREAM BREAKER:

My body stiffens as I feel his fingers pushing deep inside me, to a place where no other man has ever been... my virgin territory. But that's not what worries me the most. I've never seen that look on Max's face before, with his huge cock swaying right in front of my face, brushing my lips and cheeks with its tip. His tight grip on my face prevents me from turning my head away as I swallow deeply. This doesn't look promising for me. "Max, come on. You know I respect you like a father..."

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You? Respect? Is that what you have been showing me the past two years?" I slap you again then grab your jaw again tighter. "Ever since that night... you have been nothing but a fucking bully around in this house. If it wasn't for my love for your mom, I would have left, or ended you back then..." I reach under you, and cup your balls... tight.

I fondle with them. "Remember when you played with mine last night? Squeezing them like this..." I tighten my hold on your balls and twist them. "It all ends here. And to carve things in stone, I decided to give the old man a call and ask him to come set things straight and tell you the whole truth..." as I say that, Santa ains his cock at your ass and plunges deep, without warning or preparation, splitting your ass wide open in onw go.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Max, you know there is no need...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH", I scream in pain I have never felt before, something I couldn´t even imagine existed. It feels like I'm being torn apart, split in two, while I feel a thick rod pushing almost to my gut. I gasp for breath, panicked like a fish pulled onto dry land, my eyes bulging almost out of their sockets. My eyes are covered with tears of pain as I try to adjust to Santa's mercilessly deep penetration. I look at Max's face, trying to find even a hint of sympathy. "Max, please... help me... I promise to change my ways," I beg in a broken voice.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I laugh loudly at your pleas. "You? Change? Help you? Its your father's call. He trumps my decision... Hahahaha." As he pushes deep into you and I can see from the look in your eyes, you have never taken a real man's cock, thick and long. I grab your head and make you look at me with tears running down your cheeks. "His mushroom head is the best..."

DREAM BREAKER:

"How the fuck can you say that.. THE BEST? That monster inside me is going to kill me, Max ! Do you hear me?". To add to my humiliation, my cock rises involuntarily beneath me, swaying heavily back and forth with the movements of the Santa. Each thrust of his dick is like a punch to my prostate, causing my throbbing cock to leak a pool of precum onto the floor. I just hope that neither of you has noticed.

DREAM BREAKER:

But I fear it is a futile hope, because every time Santa thrusts his enormous penis into my prostate, a new spurt of my precum erupts from my throbbing cock onto the floor, causing a splashing sound as the puddle grows beneath me. I raise my misty gaze to Max and realize that an even greater danger lies ahead of me. Even though Santa is a big man, his cock is child's play compared to the one swinging heavily in front of me. It feels like Max's eyes are almost glowing as he watches my suffering with a sly smile.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I have a wide smile on my face as I see you in pain. "Fucking split him in two, you big jolly red belly... Hahahahaha. Stretch him good so he can take mine." As I grab my shaft and start stroking it long and slow, getting it hard. Grabbing your head with my other hand, I lift it up to look at me and wink at you. You see a dark shade in my eye...

DREAM BREAKER:

Max grabs my jaw determinedly and demanding. It feels like his fingers are sinking deep into my skin and flesh as he twists my face upward, forcing me to open my mouth by pressing his fingertips into my jaw joints. My head is completely immobilized in Max's grip, something he probably learned while serving in the Marines. I can imagine what will happen next. I close my eyes.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I place my cockhead at your lips and start to slide in slowly. "You try anything stupid Alex, and it will not be nice for you... you might just have a coal for Christmas..." I laugh as I push my cock deeper in your throat not giving you a chance to object. My cock is so thick, your mouth cant even shut around it.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What the fuck is this?", I ask myself. I have seen your cock before, I know it is big, far bigger than mine but I never ever thought it could be this massive. Santa keeps on fucking my ass behind me while Max is sliding his cock all the way deeper. I feel like some fucking steak, spit roasted by two hungry hunters. Santa is laughing "HO HO HO" with his stupid voice as I see him trying to make high five with you... but you don´t respond to it.

MUSCLE MARINE:

He is insisting on the high-five and I look at him, smiling devilishly. I raise both my hands for him and he takes the bait. As he locks his fingers in mine, I apply pressure and start bending his fingers back, but also twisting his arms to opposite sides. I do it playfully and slowly. I see him wince but he is oblivious to what is happening. "My turn San... get the fuck out of that ass..." before he can even have time to fill you up with his load that is near. He moans and tries to reason to give him another couple of minutes but the look in my eyes scare him now. I am not joking anymore.

DREAM BREAKER:

I sigh with relief as the pain subsides for a moment when Santa pulls his thick cock out of my ass at the same time as you pull out of my mouth. But I know this isn't over. Something is happening that I can't understand. Santa stops his stupid laughter and steps aside to watch as Max moves behind me with certain confidence as if he was in charge here. And to be honest, something is telling me that could be the case. My cock doesn't seem to be worried at all, but continues to throb rock hard beneath me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Santa laughs when he finally sees the puddle of precum that formed under you. He flops down on the couch, kind of exhausted, but still playing with his wet cock. "Watch this... you old fart." Saying to him and my tone is now different, wild and brashly rude. I grab your hips tight and aiming my cock at your hole, I slam into you hard... othing stopping me as I stretch you wide open - wider than the big fat blob could. And deeper. You have never felt my cock before in you and I feel your ass trying desperately to clench around it and stop it. I laugh menacingly and slap your ass hard.

DREAM BREAKER:

My mouth drops down, wide open, as a muffled scream gets out from my lips. The pain is so intense that it tightens my vocal cords to the extreme, suppressing my scream into a shrill whine. It feels almost as if your cock was going to poke out from my open mouth any moment. But there is more. If Santa´s cock was tugging my joynut, your cock is almost impaling it, causing powerful electric shocks that run through my entire body, making me tremble. My breathing quickly becomes heavier, and I start to pant, finally moaning as my head tilts back involuntarily. My cock begins to spurt thick white semen with tremendous pressure into a pool on the floor. Rope by rope, I empty my balls as your enormous weapon works its way deeper and deeper.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your whole body tenses, and I know you are shooting. I look at Santa with dark eyes... "Get down there and lick that. Take that pussy load in your mouth." I don't have to repeat my orders, and its like he is involuntarily moving, against his will but still obedient. I smile and then laugh as you turn to look at me and you see my muscles ripple and flex tight... there is a dark aura around me now and a tension filling the room. I reach down and grab your cock tight as he slides under you and lick the tip of your cock after lapping your cum off the floor. "You call that a load? Lets pump another one out of you..." As I keep fucking you, and with my hand, I jerk you again to a hard state.

DREAM BREAKER:

There is something strange about your touch, like an invisible force. As soon as you grab my cock, it stiffens like steel; I would even dare to say harder than before, making every vein in my shaft bulge as if they were about to explode. My body stiffens around your cock as if it were welded to it. "Max, what the fuck are you doing to me? What is this?" Santa continues to suck my cock like some horny, overweight pervert who's gotten his hands on a boy's cock for the first time. It's as if you are controlling me with some magical powers as my cock starts to nod soon and I feel my balls churning, ready to shoot another load.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you look back at me another time with a worried look on your face, I smile and then chuckle, knowing I got you and him right where I want you both. I am in total control now. "You fucking naughty boy. You thought you could get away with it all. The first year, you were still under the shock... checking if I told the truth. The second year, you got cocky... thinking you are the alpha around here." Every word I utter is followed by a brutal thrust into you - both stretching you wide open, bleeding and making your whole core shake. All the while, that fat read-pants wearing blob is suckling on your cock like a baby on a feeding bottle, waiting for your load... A load, that I know already will not be grand, but rather so under-whelming. You cannot cum more than two times in such a short while. I laugh, grabbing your hips tighter and pounding your insides harder... if harder could happen.

DREAM BREAKER:

Absolutely no sound is coming out from my mouth anymore even I am screaming from the bottom of my lungs. My body is not shaking, it´s convulsing around your cock that drills against my inner wall, prostate, gut, I can feel it even below the skin of my abs ripping it´s way deeper, making my ass bleed. My head shaking from side to side in pain and pleasure your cock and that invisible power that is radiating from you is giving to my body. "MAX.. FUCKING HELL..WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!", I finally manage to shout as I erupt my load into Santa´s mouth. He seems to be totally unaware of the sensations I am going through and keeps on sucking my cock with a smiling face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Doing what I should have done the day I married your mom... She begged me to put a child in her... And I did." I fuck harder as I see Santa pull from under you, looking at me with a disappointed look on his face. "What's the matter you fucking old fart? You didn't want little Alex here to know the truth... that your little soldiers can swim for shit?" As I reach out and tap his nuts, making him yelp like a bitch. I grab your hips and slam into you one last time, making you feel it deep inside your gut. I grunt and hold still for a couple of seconds... and then there it is... I start shooting deep inside you, filling you up, an almost unlimited load that makes your gut bloat, making you look like the bearded fatso in front of us.

DREAM BREAKER:

It's like being shot with a fire hose when you rush into my leaking tunnel with a force that silences me. Hot lava fills my insides, and I feel like it's almost bursting out of my mouth, causing a strange feeling, a warm feeling that spreads throughout my body. Your words to Santa Claus echo in my head... "Your little soldiers can't swim for shit?" My mind tries to understand your words as I turn my head towards your face... "You mean Santa Claus isn't... but... you are...", I stammer, looking into your dark eyes. I could swear I saw them glow red for a moment as a wicked grin spreads across your face, your cock still throbbing deep inside my cum-soaked ass.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"That's right... my little pussy-boi. WHO'S YOUR DADDY?" I growl as I pull out just a bit, my cock halfway and then slam into you hard and brutal, almost puncturing your gut to make more room for my massive sticky and boiling hot load. "I AM. Hahahaha. This old bitch begged me to lut a baby in his wife... so he made a deal with me - he cant get kids, so he spends his life making amends with himself, building toys and delivering them to kids around the world. And he gets to fuck his wife who thinks you are his kid... hahaha... Twisted, huh?" I mock the situation. I stare at Santa and tell him its time for him now to go get cleaned and dressed to head back to his workshop... Christmas is coming in less than two weeks.

DREAM BREAKER:

How the fuck can you shoot a new load of sticky warm cum into me with such pressure, spraying it deep inside me? It feels like your cum was filling every inch of me, almost intoxicating, putting a spell on me... or is it your words that are messing with my head? "Max is my father! But how? He's only a little older than me...?" All these questions burn in my mind as I try calm down. Santa quietly, somewhat dejectedly, goes upstairs, leaving me alone with you. Your cock is still throbbing somewhere deep inside me as I finally manage to catch my breath. I'm still on all fours on the floor, staring at the darkening evening through the window in front of me. Light snowflakes are falling outside, a real Christmas scene, like a postcard, but my mind is elsewhere, trying to find some logical explanation for all this.

Suddenly, my whole body jerks, spasming in fright when I see our reflections in the windowpane. Behind me stands the devil, demon or some monster with long horns and claws, whose eyes are glowing red. I turn my head in panic and see you, as always but with a sly, smirking expression on your face.

"Max, what the fuck are you doing to me? Enough.. you can drop it now"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull out of you, get up and walk around to sit once again on the couch. I am now all naked on display in front of you, sitting with my muscular legs spread wide open, spread. I can still see the frightful look on your face when you look at me but also at the reflection behind me in the window. "What's the matter son...? Like you've seen a ghost." I smile knowing exactly what you are seeing - the image of my true self, Krampus... I reach forward and grab you by your chin. And as if I am reading your mind... "I am almost twice your age, if that is confusing you or your math is not mathing. And have you forgotten that I am somewhat immortal, just like the jolly red whore upstairs." I tap your cheek with my palm, making it red. "Now. Stand." And as son as you do, I pull you by your cock towards me, grabbing it tight. "this belongs to me. Got that?"

You notice something glinting on the table next to the couch, as I reach to pick it up. Swiftly, giving you no time to react, or object, I slip it on your cock, and fasten it tight... a cock-ring. "This will keep you in check." You feel it vibrate almost to the sound of my voice... As it disappears when you look down at it. However, in the reflection, you still see it shining... like magic.

DREAM BREAKER:

As soon as you place the ring around my cock it stiffens again like some spell was put on it. I stare at your face trying to understand this all. "So, I am the son of..KRAMPUS?", I finally spit the words. "You allow me to use my cock with other men and ladies, Max.. Dad...mr. Krampus? Or it´s only for you?". My gaze shifts to the mirror on the wall... and I smile. In the mirror, I stand in front of the monstrous Krampus, whose cock is certainly 5-6 times bigger than mine. His tongue is out and entering into my mouth. Then I turn back to look at you... you are the same as always... handsome Max. "I like this! Do I have some powers too?", I chuckle.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Powers? Hahahahah. You certainly have my strength, my muscles... If you play your cards right, you might also get my stamina, my sexual abilities, and my seductive powers to tame the "naughty" children... and adults." I tell you, confidently. As I get off the couch and stand tall in front of you, I drop my hand and cup your balls. "But for now, you belong to me. A toy." I bend towards you, and lick your face. You feel my hot tongue as I slide it on your cheek towards your ear and when I get close, I whisper in it... "You've been naughty this year. And I love it." I laugh as I pull back and notice your whole body tense, your muscles flex, you are almost paralyzed.

"Christmas is mine..." I laugh maniacally as I spin you around, smack your ass and tell you to go get cleaned.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am not really sure what happens to me, but what I know is that I like it. As I climb the stairs, the thing that used to bother me finally gets explained: why I hated Christmas. It was in my blood, in my genes. Just the thought of being Krampus's son makes my dick hard as I reach the top of the stairs. Santa comes towards me and stares silently at my swaying dick as he descends the stairs. "I have to get my pants," he mutters, looking dejected.

I jerk off in the warm shower feeling how the cock ring around my shaft is vibrating while wondering if you're aware of what I'm doing. Maybe you're controlling my cock from afar... Just the thought of it excites me as steam fills the bathroom and I cum against the shower wall... "Son of Krampus", I smile to myself.

MUSCLE MARINE:

The big red jolly man comes down and walks up to me while I hold his pants and smile at him. "That was good. We should do it again sometime." He doesn't seem as happy as I am, all mentally and psychologically broken. I reach down and cup his balls now in a pair of briefs he borrowed from my drawers. "You like the feel of my underwear on your balls?" As I massage them, knowing it does nothing other than getting him hard, reviving his senses.

"You got work to do. Christmas is almost here. She must be waiting for you - shouldn't keep her waiting." I spin him around, and make him look in the mirror, as I wrap my arms around him and snap a cock-cage on his cock, trapping it. The cage also has a sounding pipe that enters his piss-slit. As he sees my demonic reflection and gasp, I am already sliding my hand down his back, to his ass and slipping a finger in, I push something cold and metallic into his insides and pinch it in. The little claws on the chip instantly fuse to his wet inside.

I stand tall, look in the mirror, and see him staring back in horror.

DREAM BREAKER:

I hear Santa laughing his silly laugh from downstairs as I descend the stairs with a towel around my waist. But as I get closer, I realize that Santa isn't laughing "HO HO HO"... but rather shouting "NO NO NO" in a panicked voice! With a wicked grin on my face, I wonder what my father has come up with. All I see is Santa looking broken, scared even shocked as he rubs his ass and crotch stepping out the door into the winter evening, finally rising with his reindeer and sleigh into the dark sky. "Why did Santa leave already, Dad?"

You have a nasty, or should I say an evil smile on your face as you look at me. No words are needed to make me understand that the Santa just had the surprise of his life. His perfectlty happy world just collapsed. "Daddy, can I hug you?", I chuckle as Iook at our reflection in the mirror. Krampus has his giant cock between my legs as his sticky tongue is entering into my mouth. I turn my face back to you and see that mysterious grin on your face. "Merry Christmas, daddy".

MUSCLE MARINE:

"MERRY KRAMPUS... SON" You see in the mirror my dark hairy arm slide down your back to your ass...

EPILOGUE

A week later, on Christmas Eve, Max and Alex are stretched out on the massive couch in front of the crackling fire as they waited for Mom to come home. Outside, the familiar jingle of sleigh bells rang through the cold air as Santa dropped her off at the door.

Alex leans against his dad, absentmindedly and gently tracing pattern on his dad's bulge, running his fingers along the length of the huge shaft, smiling when the front door opened and his mother stepped inside, cheeks rosy and eyes bright with holiday cheer.

She still unaware that her son is in the know of things.

From the window, Santa glances back once more, his eyes meeting Max’s, and he gives a knowing nod before climbing into his sleigh and lifting off into the night, the bells fading into the sky.

Max gets off the couch and ruffles Alex’s hair... "Time for bed. Or no gifts for you." Talking to him like one would a seven-year-old.

He looks at his wife and waves her over, tapping his other thigh and grinning as she crosses the room.

As Alex made his way upstairs, and his mother took a seat on the couch next to his dad, his eyes shift to the mirror hanging above the fireplace and he sees the “true” reflection… that large demon smiling back at him, licking his lips as his hand wraps around his mother. Krampus lets out a guttural chuckle that echoes through the cinnamon and vanilla festive scented home.

It is going to be the best Christmas ever.

Published: 2025-12-19, viewed 157 times.