Santa's Secret

The last of the party guests stumbled out onto the front porch, laughing. One of them spilled eggnog on his wife’s shoe as she playfully slapped him before almost falling into the car.

“Best Christmas party ever! Five years in a row, Frankie. Legend!” cried out Frankie’s best friend, Tom, leaning against the side of the Uber. Drunkenly, the couple yelled their agreement through the open window. “You really know how to make us forget our troubles!” He said, swaying a bit against the car. With a quick wink, he slid into the front seat, nodded to the driver and they slowly pulled away down the long driveway. The neighborhood beyond was quiet, decked out in twinkling lights and blanketed in snow.

Frankie sighed as he shut the front door and looked at his messed up house.

“Thank god it’s over,” he muttered as he fell onto the white couch and stared at the dying flames in the fireplace. He kicked off his brown leather shoes and unbuttoned his blue shirt as he sprawled out, slightly buzzed from the night’s festivities.

He stared out the window and noticed the snow began to fall, hard. He lived in a big house in the middle of a wooded alcove of Beverly Heights, a nice area in Washington D.C. This house hadn’t always been this empty. He used to share it once, with a man he thought he loved. Back when he liked himself a little more. This was the first Christmas since breaking up with his boyfriend . . . or fiance or whatever they were. He clutched a pillow and stared at the fire, clearly the wound was still fresh.

He thought about the night . . . how his friends decided to throw him a “Happily Never After” party . . . at his place. He snorted and looked up at the ceiling. “Best . . . friends . . . ever,” he mumbled sarcastically to no one in particular. Soon he was nodding off as he curled up on the couch, wiggling his toes within his gray socks as the flames warmed his body.

Frankie suddenly woke up with a start as there was a heavy knock at the door. He looked around the room as if this was the first time in his own living room. The fire was low now and the snow outside had become a howling blizzard. Slowly, Frankie got up and made his way to the door. He peeked through the side window and smiled, shaking his head.

“What the hell is this?” he said with a giggle before opening the door. Before him was a somewhat handsome large older man dressed as Santa! The man beamed at him as the snow swirled into the house. With a playful wink and a pleading nod from the man, Frankie let him in with a puzzled look. He noticed the large green bag behind him as he entered the room allowing me to shut the door.

“HO HO HO Frankie!” he said with a laugh. His large black leather boots wiggled a bit as he waited on the front mat in entry hall. Awkwardly, Frankie just stood there staring at the man.

The Santa stared back, a wicked smile on his lips that soon shifted to a frown. “Oh ya . . . you’re probably wondering why I’m here . . . umm . . . well your friends sent me to . . . cheer you up.” Another wink as he dropped his bag and began to take off his thick red and white winter coat. “What I wasn’t expecting was this damn storm,” he said with another laugh, kicking off his thick snow pants, his boots remaining on. He stood before Frankie in nothing but a red holiday onesie. The large man’s thick muscles could be seen under his clothes. He pulled his hat back on with a smile as he stepped into the living room and looked around. He wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t fit. He was just . . . corn fed bear muscle big. Frankie rolled his eyes as he followed the man.

He walked in front of the couch to the fire, rubbing his hands to warm them. Suddenly the dying embers burst back into life, now a roaring fire! He glanced back at Frankie and smiled.

“How did you do that?” Frankie asked in amazement. The Santa just shrugged with a smile.

“Probably just a gust of wind or something,” he said with a knowing wink. He placed a large hand on Frankie’s shoulder. “Listen, I want you to sit down while I make your Christmas this year a little warmer shall we?”

He slowly pushed on Frankie’s shoulders gently until he sat down. Frankie just stared up in confusion. “What’re you talking about?” he asked with a smirk.

“Just let Santa give you a gift you’ll never forget. You’ll be unwrapping a night to remember.” He smiled, a twinkle in his eyes as he began to unbutton his tight onesie.

“Don’t tell me you’re a stripper!!!” Frankie laughed. “My friends are such dorks! It was Tom’s idea, wasn’t it?” he asked with an amused smile.

“Oh I’m not just a stripper Frankie . . . I’m your dreams come true.” He undid his last button. The onesie was hanging open now, revealing his thick hairy muscular chest. He didn’t quite have abs, as he was a thicker man. But his arms and ass were surprisingly attractive for an older man. His face was covered by a black and white beard and trimmed white hair peeking out from under his hat. His face was older . . . distinguished, but younger than you would expect a Santa to look. He walked up close and placed a hand on Frankie’s shoulders again.

“Go ahead, touch!” He said as he stared down at Frankie . . . there was an almost hungry glint in his eyes.

Frankie rolled his eyes and ran a hand over the man’s thick muscled leg. It was solid, strong. Why not? Why not have a bear? It’s cold outside. Chasing the fitness model type hadn’t worked, Frankie thought, maybe he needed to change things up. Committing to a fun evening ahead, he nervously slipped his hand into the red thermals. Santa’s skin was warm, the hair on his torso was coarse. Frankie usually liked his guys smooth, fit, and rippling with muscles. This guy had some padding, but he was still pretty solid underneath. So what? Sex was sex and this guy looked like he knew a thing or two. Besides, Frankie thought with a smile, stepping closer to the older man, he could tick his Santa and Daddy fantasies in one go.

Running a hand up the Santa’s chest, he felt his cock grow hard. This was kinda hot, so was the guy, so this could be kinda fun! Was he going to have to take the lead?

“No problem,” Santa growled gruffly. He grabbed Frankie behind the neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss. The ferocity startled Frankie but he liked it, almost surrendering to it. The Santa tasted good as well. Where he’d expected cheap liquor and tobacco on the man’s breath, he got cinnamon, sugar and nutmeg. He tasted like Christmas. Stroking the man’s hairy chest, he was surprised at how much he liked the feel of him but couldn’t shake the image of his dream guy. Why couldn’t this be him? A ripped, tattooed bad boy come to fill his stocking so to speak.

“What is it?” Santa asked, his lips close to Frankie’s ear. Frankie flinched in embarrassment. Clearly he wasn’t as open-minded as he pretended to me.

“Uh, listen, no offense, but you’re not really the . . . stripper type.” God, this was awkward.

“Or your type I’m guessing,” Santa said.

Frankie paused. “Think it’s just my brain thinking too much because,” he adjusted his hard cock in his pants, “someone thinks you’re mighty fine.”

“And that someone is your penis?” Santa asked, a smile on his handsome, rugged features. Frankie laughed. Wow, it had been a long time since a guy had genuinely made him laugh. Maybe this could be fun.“Can I unwrap your present?”

“Um,” Frankie said unsure, Santa’s hands on his belt. “Isn’t it supposed to work the other way.”

Santa looked around then back at Frankie. “Well, I don’t see any milk and cookies.”

“Then I guess I’m on the naughty list.” Frankie replied with a smirk.

“That’s why I’m here,” Santa purred with a wicked smiled. Then his hand went down Frankie’s pants, gripping the swollen cock. Slowly his hand stroked the length of the shaft in the confined space of Frankie’s pants. The grip firm, seeming to milk him.

“Fuck it,” Frankie growled, surrendering to the moment. “I’m in. Do whatever you want, Santa baby. Treat me naughty or nice, I’m yours.”

“Music to my ears,” Santa breathed in Frankie’s ear and then bit the lob. Frankie shuddered, it felt so good. “You like that? I do to. Maybe when it’s time to unwrap your present.”

“Anything,” Frankie sighed, enjoying the bear in the red thermal one-piece.

“Then let’s clean out that chimney of yours.” Santa grabbed Frankie by the butt and heaved him up. He was surprisingly strong, Frankie thought, wrapping his legs around Santa’s waist and feeling the man’s cock pressing into his. And he was big too, a dirty smile playing on Frankie’s lips as they kissed. “What?”

“Nothing. Keep going.”

Then Santa threw Frankie back onto the table, tore open his pants and freed the man’s cock from his briefs. The head glistened with pre-cum, Santa had milked him nicely. The bear smiled and then took Frankie’s member into his mouth, down to the hilt. Groaning, Frankie clawed at the couch. He was gonna blow sooner rather than later if Santa kept this up. But the man eased his pressure letting Frankie catch his breath. Tonguing the swollen head, Frankie almost couldn’t draw breath. He was gonna… the thought didn’t finish as Santa deepthroated him again and Frankie bucked wildly. He felt his load shoot the length of his shaft and explode int Santa’s mouth. But the man kept going, draining him dry Frankie twitched as the orgasm slowly eased in intensity. He’d never came like that before. Not when he’s been in a relationship. Or when he’d a dirty one-off in a bathroom stall downtown.

“Wow,” Frankie gasped, hands on his forehead unsure if he was seeing spots in his eyes or whether he could even stand.

“And you haven’t even unwrapped your present yet,” Santa said, standing up and wiping his lip. He sucked the end of his finger and then stepped back.

“You mean there’s more?” Frankie asked, struggling to sit up.

“Just you wait,” Santa replied, the same wicked smile from before. He leaned against the wall, and cocked a leg so he could reach his left boot. Gripping the old black leather, he pulled the boot off, then the other. Frankie was almost aroused again at seeing the man take off his boots, the leather creaking like a siren’s song to his ears. Then Santa straightened and slowly pulled off on the open one-piece.

“Hold on, I thought I was unwrapping my present,” Frankie protested. He’d wanted to stand in front of this gorgeous bear and slowly undress him.

“Soon enough, this is just window dressing,” Santa said cryptically. The red thermal fell off his broad shoulders and thick arms. The man was a beast, Frankie thought, his cock stirring again and face flushed. He followed suit and pulled his own shirt off. The red one-piece caught on Santa’s large swollen cock, draping about his bubble butt and legs. Frankie was hard again. This never happened ever. And that cock was huge, he thought happily. Kicking off his shoes, he got off the couch, his legs weak from his orgasm. “Would you be so kind?” Santa asked, holding his hands out wide and pointing his clothed cock at Frankie.

“My pleasure.” Gently he grabbed the fabric, his fingers brushing the erection hidden beneath. Santa sighed, his eyes half-closed with delight. Frankie unhooked the clothing from the man’s cock and let it go, drawing a sudden breath when he saw the size of the man’s member. He’d struggled with it but he’d happily give it the old college try.

Santa stepped out of the underwear, his beefy body better than Frankie had first thought. His arms were incredible, shoulders big and rounded. The light salt and pepper pelt on his chest was as hot as the large chest it covered.

“Damn, Santa, you shouldn’t have,” Frankie said.

“Easy there, boy, this is nothing.”

Frankie was perplexed. What was this guy talking about? Who cares, he’s hot, hung and made me see angels. He can say whatever he wants. Not that Frankie had a chance to voice his thoughts as Santa pulled him into another ferocious kiss. The same yuletide taste as their tongues fought it out. Did Starbucks know about this guy? They should. This flavour would be all the rage come Christmas. Ha, cum Christmas. Probably not the best name for the drink.

“Bite my ear,” Santa hissed into Frankie’s ear. Oh right, he likes that. Moving from Santa’s mouth to his ear, Frankie ran his tongue around the lob, feeling the bear shudder in his grip. Then he nibbled the lob.

“Nice, but do it harder.”

Surprised, Frankie nibbled harder, the man responding in deeper quakes.

“Harder!”

Frankie obliged, got the desired tremors but it wasn't enough.

“Fucken harder!” Santa barked, grabbing Frankie’s cock in his meaty hand. He bit down, feeling his teeth cut into the man’s flesh. One massive shudder of pleasure, then Santa released Frankie’s cock, and shoved him away violently.

So violently, Frankie felt the skin tearing in his teeth.

A few feet in front of the bear, Frankie spat the skin from his teeth and looked down at it. On the floor, lay the lower portion of Santa’s ear and a long strip of skin.

But no blood.

“What the fuck?!”

Frankie looked up at the man who was grinning wickedly again.

“Good, boy. See you are on the nice list.”

Something wasn’t right, Frankie thought in panic. There was no blood. None. Instead where he’d torn off the man’s ear and skin, underneath was the younger tanned skin with dark tribal tattoos winding up the neck underneath.

“Time to unwrap your present,” Santa said, as a wide smile stretched on his face. He reached for his torn neck with his opposite hand, fingers sliding into the opening under the skin. His other hand reached up to his beard and pulled. His smile stretched as his lip fell away from another pair of lips. He pulled at the tear in the side of his neck, the skin was pushed back while at the same time, he pulled jaw and face down. His once handsome slightly wrinkled features stretched and wrinkled until unrecognizable before his face tore apart. Underneath the hunky older man’s face were handsome young tan facial features.

The younger Santa clutched his old face in his right hand by the now-disheveled beard and the back of his head and scalp in his left as the skin snapped free of his neckline. The sexy man winked and beamed at Frankie with a smile.

“Ta Da!” He said as he tossed the old Santa’s face to Frankie’s feet. Most people would be horrified, but as Frankie stared at the empty face of the older Santa, he realised his erection as almost painful hard.

Without even waiting for a response, he grabbed fists full of his hairy chest skin and pulled it apart with a rubbery tearing noise. The skin snapped and shredded in his grasp, revealing a toned sexy smooth chest beneath. The man began to laugh as he continued to pull handfuls of the old Santa’s flesh from his true smooth young muscular body. The rubbery skin fell to the floor like articles of clothing. The once thick older man, before Frankie’s eyes, became a hunky young sexy man with tasteful tattoos running along his arms, neck, and back.

As the man pushed down the skin from his ass and thick hairy legs, his large cock slipped out of the condom-like dick skin, revealing an even larger smooth hung member. Frankie sat on the couch in disbelief as he watched the sexy man kick the bundled flesh off his large thick feet like an old pair of jeans. The stranger sighed as if relieved to be out of the old Santa skin before he sat on the floor and slipped on the tight leather boots and Santa hat to complete his new outfit . . . or lack of outfit since he was naked. He stood up and winked at Frankie.

“Sooooo, what do you think?” He said nonchalantly. Frankie almost found normalcy in everything that just happened by the way the man said it. The new Santa picked up a pair of the older Santa’s pants and began to fold them before dropping them next to the giant green sack by the door. He kicked a bit of the old skin aside as he stood in front of Frankie, flexing a bit as he smiled.

Frankie just stared at the man for a moment, admiring his handsome strong smooth facial features. This young Santa adjusted his hat and before running a hand over his toned abs. Frankie was beyond aroused . . . and amazed at what just happened.

“How . . . how did you? What did I just see?” Frankie stammered. “That was some Mission Impossible shit . . . how did you?”

The Santa stared into Frankie’s eyes for a moment before just shrugging. “I told you I would make all your dreams come true, and clearly the form I originally took wasn’t quite what you wanted!” He looked down at the empty skin under his left boot and smirked. “I also said you would be unwrapping your gift, didn’t I?”

Frankie was simply stunned. He stared at the man’s thick decorated arms and then . . . down at his hardened cock. The man slowly walked up to Frankie so that his thick hard cock was right in front of Frankie’s face. “Shall we continue where we left off?” He said with another mischievous smirk.

Frankie leaned forward, reaching behind the man and grabbing his thick toned ass. His skin was so smooth and the muscles . . . so hard. He couldn’t help but to allow for the large cock to enter his mouth. He swallowed the damn thing down to the smooth balls. He tasted so good! Again . . . like holiday spices and candy cane! He pulled the stripper in as he sucked him off. The Santa groaned, running his smooth thick hands through Frankie’s hair.

His abs flexed and shifted as he trusted his cock deep into Frankie’s throat. Finally he pulled his cock out of Frankie’s mouth with a snap before pushing Frankie back on the couch and sitting on his lap. He smiled, running his hands down the side of Frankie’s handsome face before massaging his scruffy chin and jawline.

“You’re so handsome, Frankie.” He said before kissing him passionately. Frankie’s cock throbbed as his brushed past the man’s ass crack. His legs slid up against the stripper’s toned smooth legs. He curled his toes within his socks as the hot, young Santa grabbed his neck and kissed him hungrily. He tasted SOOO good. Frankie thought as he ran his hands up the man’s thick muscular back and squeezing his shoulders before pulling him in closer.

Their faces slid and wrinkled as they kissed, their lips smacking in the ecstasy of passion. Frankie broke the kiss and let out a growl, pushing the larger man off of him and on the couch. Without even being told, the sexy Santa knelt on all fours on the end of the sofa, allowing for his beautiful smooth sexy ass to open wide, showing his pink asshole. His toes curled within his tight black leather boots as he arched his back, turning to look at Frankie with his jaw clenched. He smiled again and nodded.

Frankie slowly crawled over to the man’s ass, running his hands down his spine and smooth back muscles. His cock playfully slid up and down the waiting ass before he grabbed both cheeks with his hands. Frankie kissed the man’s lower back before he buried his face into the smooth tight ass cheeks. His tongue slide over the pink hole as he felt the pressure of the man’s cheeks pushing against his face. He felt the man’s body shudder before letting out a low groan of pleasure.

He began to jerk himself off a bit as he continued to lick Santa’s ass. It, like every other part of the man’s body, tasted so good, like those cool peppermint patties. Frankie couldn’t believe how perfect this man was. He was so aroused, his body almost begged to release his load with every lick and touch of the man’s smooth muscular flesh. Not once did he think about what had just happened, the stripper literally ripping off his skin a hunky older bear and becoming Frankie’s ultimate fantasy.

With an almost audible gasp, Frankie came up, leaning against the man’s lower back, breathing hard. He rolled his eyes and positioned himself so that he was standing straight up now, his throbbing cock teased the man’s asshole. The man looked back at him with bright green eyes and Frankie had an overwhelming need to get fucked by this man. He wanted that thick cock in him so bad!

Without saying a word, both men switched positions. Frankie got on his back, eagerly wrapping his toned legs around the man’s waist, allowing for that thick cock to slide against his asshole, which almost puckered in response. This younger, hotter Santa smiled down at Frankie, now with a more eager . . . no, hungry facial expression. It was so hot. Frankie ran his hands over his smooth strong face . . . the laugh lines and his strong jaw were so sexy. He rubbed the man’s face, allowing for his features to wrinkle a bit before shuddering as the man’s thick cock entered him.

Frankie groaned, arching his back. The thick cock slid over his prostate perfectly, creating an explosion of arousal. He let his hands grasp the man’s thick shoulder as Frankie’s own abs and chest flexed, his legs tightening around the stripper, toes curled and flexing as the Santa stripper slowly began to slide his cock in and out of his ass.

The stripper groaned, rolling his neck in the process. His perfect ass shifted as he began to thrust smoothly. HIs toned legs and back muscles shifted with each powerful movement. Santa’s chest and shoulders rippled as he lifted Frankie over the thick arm rest, so that he could lean against Frankie in a slight standing position. Frankie ran his hands over the Santa’s thick arms before grasping a fist full of his thick muscular chest muscles.

Santa smiled down at Frankie before leaning down over him and kissing him again. His ass continued it’s slow rhythmic pulsing as their jaws opened and shut, allowing for their lips and tongues to intertwine and almost dance between each other’s mouths. Frankie groaned, leaning back as he stretched his hands above his head. His abs and chest flexed and smoothed out as the Santa ran his large smooth hands over his body. Santa leaned back, grabbing Frankie’s hips before starting to thrust harder.

This was when the man’s demeanor began to change. Instead of a softer affectionate expression, his smooth handsome features turned more serious. His smooth perfect lips pulled back into a twisted almost sinister smile, revealing his smooth white teeth . . . however his canines looked a little larger now. The corners of his lips stretched the skin back to reveal the smile, causing his laugh lines to deepen and fine wrinkles formed on his brow.

His chest flexed and shifted as he fucked Frankie. Frankie could hear the slap of the Santa’s balls against his own toned ass. The pleasure was overwhelming. He began to pant and sweat. He let out a groan as his legs tightened around the man’s thick body, pulling him in closer . . . so that his cock could go deeper.

Santa began to laugh now . . . his voice becoming a bit deeper. His eyes became dark pits . . . no iris could be seen. Deep dark pits of nothing. His face was tight, his high cheek bones and brow almost looked to be protruding a bit as he smiled wickedly. The Santa allowed for his hat to fly off as his shoulders and traps began to bulge and grow in size. His tan muscular body seemed to shine with sweat as he pulsed furiously, letting out small low almost animalistic grunts. His thick neck became a bit wrinkly behind his head and at the base of his jawline, and his arms seemed to also grow in size.

The crazed Santa wiggled his toes within his tight black leather boots and his large leg muscles shifted his pelvis hard against Frankie’s ass. Frankie groaned and began to flex his toes as his own thick cock began to pulse. His body rocked and squirmed with each thrust. He looked up and saw those dark eyes . . . and he let out a scream . . . but it was a scream of pure pleasure, not fear. The eyes locked onto him and he felt something more . . . something sinister and inhuman enter him.

The Santa began to shudder as the muscles on his back lurched up beneath the tan skin. There was a wet cracking noise as his body shook. Then Santa let out a loud inhuman roar, his once white perfect teeth now replaced with sharp inhuman ones as his canines became sharp and elongated. There was a grinding sound as the man’s scalp began to push out. His thrust became hard and irregular now. Frankie groaned and winced as the stripper’s cock slammed into him.

The stripper again let out a deep inhuman groan as his forehead wrinkled and stretched until it broke apart either side of his forehead to allow for two bone white horns to emerge with a stone-like grinding sound. The Santa began to laugh again as his face was pulled tight. His black eyes seemed to blaze a bit . . . like pools of black mist almost as he fucked Frankie so that the couch slide back and forth on the hardwood floor.

Suddenly the Santa’s thick hard cock released an inhuman amount of cum into Frankie’s ass. The warm liquid made Frankie seize up and groan with pleasure as he too came. His own hot white load shooting up over his own chest. The stripper let out a low howl as his body shook. His tight black boots were wide and wrinkled now. The tight leather creaked and strained as his feet seemed to grow! He opened and shut his hands as two long black nails began to protrude from his fingertips. He rolled his thick, now wrinkly neck as his shoulders shifted and bulged and his chest tightened. The smooth tan skin on his chest burst apart as the stripper made one last animalistic growl and thrust deeper within Frankie. His body shuddered as his back bulged and stretched before ripping apart.

Frankie was in a daze as his body shook. The Santa let a long black tongue emerge from his wide lips as his body continued to grow and bulge. The smooth stretchy skin bubbled and wrinkled before tearing apart at his arms, chest, back, abs, and legs. His boots tightened and stretched before breaking apart, as two large hoof-like appendages emerged. The beast growled and stretched as the remnants of human skin began to slide and fall away from his body.

Frankie was still shaking . . . as if possessed. The beast, with a deep inhuman laugh, leaned in over Frankie’s almost unconscious naked body. The creature’s body continued to grow as bits of human skin snapped and fell away, everything except his tight still human looking face. Even with the large horns growing out of his head and inhuman sharp teeth, it still maintained a semblance of the once handsome human features. It leaned in and with a grunt, it let a long black tongue slide across Frankie’s emotionless face. Then with a low cackle, it kissed Frankie again.

Frankie’s body tensed up as he continued to shake. His eyes slowly started to get cloudy before turning pitch black like the creature’s! The inhuman Santa broke the kiss with a smile and pulled out with a pop from Frankie’s ass. He laughed again before reaching up to his face, rubbing it so that the human features wrinkled under his sharp finger tips. Then, with one hand, he grasped the skin and pulled the human face away from his own still growing features with a rubbery rip. Underneath the human face was a hideous white demonic looking face!

It looked more animal than anything else, yet it had long matted wet facial hair similar to a human’s. The creature held up the shredded human mask with a smirk as he used his other hand to pull at its bleach white beard and white hair. It laughed again with a low “HO HO HO” before letting the empty human face fall to its feet next to the remnants of smooth human flesh of the sexy Santa it once was. The creature flexed its large white hair chest and rolled its hairy shoulders. It looked somewhat like a minotaur, however it did not have a tail. It was humanoid in form, however it had hoof-like feet and horns. It flexed and shook its body. Its large now white cock hung low as it approached Frankie’s seizing body.

“Well Frankie . . . my gift to you was my curse . . . but you won’t ever be alone again!” It said as it looked at Frankie’s toned muscular body flex and grow a bit. “You see . . . you and I will always be together Frankie . . . and we will make other people’s dreams come true!!!” It said as it raised its massive arms in the air in triumph.

Frankie sat up in a trance and just stared ahead, looking past the creature. His eyes returned back to his human color for a moment. His expression was calm, his demeanor changed . . . like . . . anger?

Frankie slowly stood up, his cock still hard and rolled his neck. He looked at the creature and smiled for a moment before letting out a guttural inhuman scream. His teeth elongated a bit as his muscles began to swell and tense up. There was a deep growl that escaped Frankie’s throat as he smiled, almost predator-like at the creature.

The beast just smiled a bit and stepped back, nodding its approval at Frankie as he heard a familiar cracking noise coming from within Frankie’s body. Frankie’s muscles began to shift and expand beneath his smooth skin and he widened his stance into a crouch. He stuck his ass out and arched his back as he dug his fingers into the flesh on his smooth toned chest. There was a meaty noise as the skin parted and wrinkled. He pulled it apart to reveal a growing white haired chest beneath!

He growled and his eyes turned black as night as he shifted his shoulders, continuing to pull the skin away from his torso. His ass and legs flexed and split apart almost at the same time just as his socks ripped apart, his growing feet emerging similar to the beast before him. His back and shoulders shifted and bulged before starting to tear and stretch. He groaned and roared like a crazed animal just before reaching up to his sexy human face. He gripped his lips and began to slowly pull them apart. His cheeks and jaw wrinkled and stretched as he wrenched his skin apart revealing his true teeth and lips beneath. With roar he continued to stretch the skin up and over his head. His handsome smooth face wrinkled and stretched back until all of his facial features were unrecognizable.

Finally the skin ripped apart at the corners of the stretched mouth as his thick white muscular neck continued to expand and the horns began to emerge from his skull. Frankie roared as bits of human skin fell to the floor in big pieces with a slap. His muscles shifted and settled over his huge humanoid frame like the original beast that fucked him. They both stood there before each other, Frankie was no longer human . . . he was more than human . . . he had become Krampus.

The original Krampus laughed at Frankie’s new form, admiring his work. He peered down at the empty skins they both once wore and shook his head.

“Dreams?” Frankie growled, revelling in his new form.

“Nightmares, really,” the beast said, a cruel smile on his face. “See, we’re monsters. We’re Krampus. We reap souls. Bad ones. We handle the naughty list so the other guy doesn’t have to.”

Frankie walked over to the beast, running a large, changed hand down the creature’s back and feeling him shudder.

“Thing is…” The beast slid its own hand around Frankie’s back. “...there’s so much evil in the world, it’s gonna take two of us to do it.”

“Like this?” Frankie said, opening his arms so the beast could admire his new form.

“Or this.” The beast replied as he reached into the Santa sack and drew out a skin suit. Even empty, Frankie could see the skinsuit was a handsome buff black man. “How do you want to look this time. Black? Brown? Young? Old?”

“How do you want me?” Frankie said, leaning in to kiss the beast, their giant cocks brushing.

The beast smiled and tossed Frankie the black skin. “I’m gonna enjoy taking that off you later.” Frankie took the skin suit, then looked at the ragged skin of the hot Santa discarded on the floor.

“It’s okay, I have another like that.” The beast said as he watched carefully.

The beast backed away as Frankie began to crack and shift again, this time his body shrank a bit to a more human form. His long white horns retracted with a grinding noise back into his skull along with his long black fingernails. HIs feet cracked and shifted into more human looking feet as he groaned and heaved a bit in agitation.

As the transformation finished, Frankie smiled with a sigh. He found the opening in the back of the skin and slipped his large, clawed hand inside. Handling the skin delicately so as not to tear it, he felt the rubbery empty skin sleeve shrink and conform to his true arm. His smile broadened as he held up his new strong black hand, the skin suit hanging off the crook of his elbow.

“They’re stronger than they look,” the beast said, pulling out another tattooed, tanned skin suit. We use powerful black magic . . . magic that I will teach you later, to create replicas of various humans we reap. I have many different skins in this bag for us to wear, whenever we want.

Frankie finished pulling the thick brown skin up his slightly larger body until it came to his face. With a wink Frankie pulled the bald human face over his own. He spent a few moments pushing and prodding his facial features until they settled naturally over his true face. Frankie could feel the magic tingle over his true flesh beneath, allowing for the human skin to conform to his body so it looked more natural.

“Now to the reaping.” The beast said as he too stepped into a wrinkled skin.

“Where?!” Frankie growled eagerly as he admired himself in the mirror, pulling at his cheek so that it stretched awkwardly for a moment before releasing the skin. It snapped back into place perfectly. He pulled on his briefs from when he was . ., hoping they would fit. They did, perfectly.

“Oh just a little place on Pennsylvania Avenue.” The beast smiled at Frankie’s new form as he continued to pull a new skin suit up and over his own now more human form. He stretched the flesh over his shoulders just as his horns finished contracting into his skull. With a smirk, he pulled the empty human face over his own hideous features. He pushed and pulled at his pale face until the handsome thin features settled into place. He opened and shut his mouth repeatedly until the skin smoothed out at the neck and he rolled his shoulders. The skin sealed together automatically as he too looked at his reflection into a vanity mirror with a smile. He looked at Frankie’s thick muscular body with a smile as he pulled on a tight white pair of underpants, which he pulled out of the bag.

“Your new life starts tonight Frankie . . . . your new life as Krampus . . . as my partner.” He reached up to his handsome face again, smoothing out some wrinkles on his forehead. “You may have thought of this as a curse Frankie, but you are an immortal demigod now . . . and we will cleans this Earth together . . . for eternity!” He said with a deep laugh as his black eyes admired Frankie’s new human disguise.

Frankie joined him in laughter, enjoying the power pulsing through his new body. He looked at the naked man next him, the tattered skins on the floor, and began to laugh even harder. Christmas really was a magical time of year.