Today is the 24th of December, so it’s Christmas Eve tonight! There’re no children out there that aren’t excited for Christmas Eve, where the legendary Santa Claus will travel all over the world, giving good children their presents full of toys and treats! And like any other kids, Macky has written a long list of toys he wants for Christmas.
   “Now now, Macky, you can’t ask for everything you want, okay? Santa doesn’t like greedy boys, remember?”
   A hand console, a board game, a box of card packs, and two game stations. That’s not a lot, right?
   “But daaaaaad, Santa can bring all the gifts he wants! He has a magical sack full of toys!”
   “Be good, Macky,” the adult man pats the young bear cub on the head, “don’t forget bad boys get coal and not toys. And the naughtiest boys get visited by…?”
   Macky looks down in silence for a moment, “the boogey man...” he says with a hint of sadness in his voice.
   “Uh huh, and who else?”
   “K-Krampus…”
   “That’s right. Now be a good boy and don’t be greedy, okay?”
   Reluctantly, the 8-year-old cub grabs his marker and crosses out two lines of stuff from his letter. Maybe next year he’ll ask for them again, or on his birthday dad can buy him them as a gift, he just has to be patience, something he’s still having to learn.
   “Have you left milk and cookies out for Santa?”
   “Yes dad,” Macky looks over at the plate of cookies left on the fireplace, the same sugar cookies that he made with his dad’s help, but it’s suffice to say he did more eating than making the cookies himself.
   Macky yawns. It’s getting late, and as much as the boy wants to stay up to catch Santa coming down the chimney, his eyes will surely close shut just 10 minutes after the lights come off.
   “You’re sleepy, hun? Then go brush your teeth and head to bed, okay?” Macky’s dad pats his head, stroking the little cub’s silky smooth fur.
   “But dad, I want to stay up to see Santa!”
   “You tried that last year and you just slept the entire night. The last time you wanted to throw a surprise party over at your friend’s house you also slept before the clock hit 12,” his dad gently explains to the boy, patting his head.
   Macky pouts his lips, looking at his father.
   “Brush your teeth and go to bed, honey. We’ll wake you up if Santa starts tapping on the roof, okay?”
   “Okay…” Macky says with defeat.
   The boy stands up and his father sends him off towards the bathroom. Less than 10 minutes of brushing his teeth and putting on his favorite Christmas pyjamas later, the young bear cub is put to bed by his dad,
   “Promise me you’ll wake me up when Santa comes?” Macky asks, snuggling up in his bed.
   “Huh? Oh, I promise, sweetie,” the adult smiles at his son, “I bet you’ll wake up when he makes some noises in the house too. Now sleep tight, okay?” Dad places a kiss on his forehead, running his hand on the boy’s head before poking his nose then leaving.

~~

   In the cold dark room of the winter night, Macky is tucked under the warm bed sheets. Falling asleep slowly by the minute, the boy’s breathing gets lighter, yet the still silence in the air becomes thicker. Snow falls out the window, flickering Christmas lights color the yellow tinted street lights shining through the window and curtains.
   At around 1 o’clock, Macky snaps awake. Someone is walking in the house. Is it Santa? Or is it just his dad? The little boy turns his head to the door, there seems to be no lights turned on in the hall outside. The footsteps… they’re approaching his room. Maybe they’re his dad’s, trying to wake him up for Santa? Excitement starts filling the cub’s heart, and he shuts his eyes tight. The door to his room clicks, then swings open. Macky slowly blinks awake,
   “Dad…?”
   The tall dark figure in the doorway chuckles. No answers as he approaches the boy’s bed, the creature’s body emanates a warm air around him, letting off a faint smell of cedar, peppermint and pure male body scents. Something about the person… doesn’t seem like his father. The tall dark figure reaches out, grabbing the boy’s head, then runs his hand all over the boy’s body. This strong grip feels like a man’s grip, but it’s not his father’s hands.
   “Mmmm… such a delicious little child…” the big strong male exclaims.
   Macky takes a closer look at the man, though what little blue light enters his room. The man is wearing a red cloak, lined with white fluffy hem. The front of his cloak is open, revealing his muscular body much like the lack of sleeves not hiding his jacked up arms. His eyes a bright color, glowing lightly from the light reflecting off the bedroom walls. His fur a slight brown-ish color, hard to make out from the darkness of the room.
   “Wh-Who are you?” Macky asks silently, trying to contain his growing fear of stranger danger.
   “You should know,” the man smirks as he continues feeling up the child’s body.
   The young cub looks up again, and makes out what seems to be horns on the top of his head. Dark red, shiny and long horns.
   “K-Kramp-p-p”
   “That’s right baby,” the man licks his lips.
   “No no please sir,” the boy says, tearing up.
   “You’ve been a bad boy, you know?” The man coos at the boy, “your father told me you haven’t been doing your tests well and eating your vegetables.”
   “P-Please sir…” Macky cries, “I promise I’ll be a good boy next year…”
   “Promises, promises,” the muscular man flips the blanket over, revealing the little boy’s body, “you’re going to be punished for your behavior this year.”
   The man grabs at the boy and starts taking off his pyjamas. Macky, scared for what the muscular man is going to do to him, freezes up and forgoes his movements to the mythical creature. The adult strips the boy clean of his clothes and feasts his eyes on the naked child’s body. A lithe frame with white fur adorning his body, and the cutest little penis snuggling up with his balls. The adult grunts, his cock gets visible hard by the second.
   “Unnnff, look at you. If I had you for myself my cock would stop working… but I’ll make sure you’re on Santa’s good list eeeeveryday~”
   The horned creature flips the child over on the bed, facing the cub’s bubble butt up at him. Spreading those buttcheeks apart, the man is confronted with a tight pink hole winking at him from fear and cold.
   “Mr. Krampus, pleaseee don’t hurt me…” Macky pleads.
   “No can do, child. You’ve already made me like this,” the man stands up and grabs his cock at the base, swinging it around and hits it on the boy’s buttocks. Macky only then realized, the man hasn’t been wearing pants ever since he entered the room, and whatever he can make out to be the man’s penis is thick and long, “my cock can’t contain the excitement anymore, so you’re going to learn how to take it, you hear?”
   The man gets one leg on the bed and pins Macky’s legs beneath him. Still keeping the cub’s butt spread wide, he spits a glob of saliva at the boy’s hole to lube him up and inserts his thumb into the pink entrance.
   “Relax your hole you little bitch,” the man grumbles, “stop clenching up or else you’re gonna have a hard time with my cock.”
   Macky sobs softly. The pain is not too unbearable, but hearing the adult’s warning scares him into trying to relax his anus, but being an 8-year-old, Macky doesn’t know how to take anything up his butt, let alone what “relaxing” means or how to control his body to take the man’s finger. His back hole clenches and loosens, clenches and loosens, but eventually takes on the slight shape of the male’s digit as he slowly work it in and out of the cub’s hole.
   “Eh, whatever. You’re loose enough to start, and…” the brown-furred man leans down to lick the boy’s neck, “…I like my children tight and breakable.”
   Grabbing the base of his thick 8-inch cock, the perverted male aims the whole length at the child’s loosened hole and starts pushing his hips. Pained by the massive tool going up his backend, Macky starts screaming and crying,
   “Ow ow ow OWWW!!! It hurts!! Sir please stop!!”
   The adult male ignores the child’s begging and continues pushing his way into the hole. After the tip of his cock has went in, the mythical creature picks up the pace and sinks the rest of the tool up into the child, only stopping after hitting the corner end of his rectum, leaving a mere 2 inches left, too much for the child to take. The pervert moans, exhaling in ecstasy, in contrast to the child in agony at his end, screaming and thrashing about into his bed to negate the pain.
   “Unnnnfff~ Gotta LOVE virgin child hole~! Always so tight and delicious~”
   The adult starts thrusting his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of the cub’s hole. The boy’s hole grips his cock with such a tight fit, it’s taking the adult everything for him to not cum within the first 5 minutes. Moans and grunts, silenced wails and bawls fill the room.
   “Siiiiiiiiiir!! Pleaaaaase stop! It hurts! Please!!!! Dad help me!! Please!!”
   “Cry all you want, fuckhole. You’re my toy tonight, and I have LOTS of cum to dump,” the pervert whispers into Macky’s ear, “your ‘Mr. Krampus’ hasn’t cum in a child for so long, you’ll make up for them, baby~”
   Ending his lines, the adult goes back to humping the kid’s butt, sliding in and out without a care in the world, swimming in pleasure of horrible cub sex, his cock controlling him more than his brain is in the moment.

   All of a sudden, to Macky’s surprise, the door to his room cracks open again, and another tall dark figure peers in,
   “Brother? Are you good?” The mysterious figure whispers out loud, the question obviously redundant to the muffled cries from the child.
   Macky can’t make out the figure through his teary eyes, let alone the darkness of the room. Regardless, he pleads the second stranger for help,
   “Dad? Please help, it hurts!! Pleaaaase!!”
   The adult fucking his butt chuckles,
   “That’s not your ‘daddy’, look closer.”
   The cub wipes his eyes on his arm and squints his eyes at the approaching figure. Through what he can make out with how dark the room is and the constant shaking back and forth by the adult raping his back side, this person has a male voice as well, and he’s… wearing another red outfit with white fluffy trimmings. Fearing for another Krampus has come to punish him, Macky looks to the top of his head, but this man is wearing what seems to be a hat instead. Hope starts filling his heart and mind again, and he begs,
   “S-Santa?”
   “That’s right, son,” the mysterious man answers then takes a moment, he and the other man glancing at each other before he continues, “have you been a good boy?”
   “Santa p-please help!!” Macky cries, speaking through his tears and reaching out to the male standing on the side, “Mr. Krampus is hurting me, please tell him to stop! I promise I’ve been a good boy!”
   “He means if you’ve been a good boy to me, baby~” the brown-furred man leans down to lick the tears running from the cub’s face, grabbing and turning his face to the side, “he’s been a good boy, Santa~ Taking my fat cock like a good fleshlight he is~”
   The adult man on the side approaches and starts stroking on Macky’s head,
   “Be a good boy, Macky. You have been a bad boy this year, and we need to teach you a lesson, okay?”
   Macky looks at the big burly man loosening his top in horror, revealing his round jiggly belly. Only then does the cub realized the adult isn’t wearing any pants either. Realizing what’s about to happen is not any better than what’s going on to his anus, his eyes become teary again, the boy pleads through his sobbing,
   “Santa, pleaaaaase… Please don’t do this, please help meeeeee!” The boy’s chokes up in his own cries.
   “I know it hurts, s--” the man stops himself, “but your punishment is deserving, okay? Be a good boy and take it, Santa will put you on the good list, okay?” The man coos at the poor child, while his hand rubs his penis awake.
   “Why… Why are you doing this, Santa? Y-You’re supposed to be good!”
   “The two adults glance at each other again,
   “Well…” the chubby male hesitates his answer, “maybe after watching out and staring at somebody else has his way with little kids like you for many years it turned something in me, and… maybe it’s not so bad after all…”
   The man’s cock is now at full mast, and he gets one leg up on the bed opposite the other man. Aiming his cock at the boy’s mouth, he sweetens the deal for the boy,
   “Come on, open your mouth. Suck my cock like a good boy, okay?” The chubby male guides the boy’s mouth open with one hand, the other one directs his cock at the boy’s levered open lips.
   “Nonono pleaseeee!! Dad! Help me!!!”
   The boy’s appealing becomes muffled as the adult’s cock enters his orifice, the salty and manly sweat taste drowning him as the man tries to push further in,
   “Woooooaaaaaaah~ Don’t bite me… boy. Open wide and only use your tongue, don’t put your teeth on it… woaaaah, feels so good to fuck a kid’s mouth…”
   Macky tries his best to break away, but with what little strength he has left from being worked by the man penetrating his anus and the new cock pushing its way down his throat, all he has left to do is pray his father will come soon, or for both of the males to finish quickly. The boy’s body is bounced back and forth between the two males, both males moaning and grunting their pleasure out loud. As time goes on, Macky’s anus starts getting used to the what feels like a gigantic tool up his back hole, even if only 7 inches of it is going in and out of him, the pervert’s cock having stretched and pushed his rectum into a longer length from all the constant fucking to take more of his length inside. The pain is still present, but it’s somewhat more bearable now, which made space for the little cub to notice the strange feeling of the cock sliding down and up his breathing pipe, and the very strange sensation that’s been slowly entering his mind from his anus. When the adult moves his cock in the boy’s back end, it makes a weird feeling in his lower stomach. Macky’s mind is too clouded to notice any conversation from the adults,
   “Fucking a child’s virgin hole feels good, eh? How does the first time using a kid’s throat feel?”
   “Sh-Shut up… woaaah… we’re not supposed to be doing th-this… aaaah…”
   “Fuck… you need to try a virgin hole soon…god, it took me everything not to cum right away when I entered him.”
   “Don’t tempt me into any of it… aaaah… this is very wrong, brother.”
   “Wrong? You’re doing this to him, and you still have morals?”
   “Ugh, shut up. Come here…”
   Unable to look up at the males, Macky’s vision is filled with the crotch of the man shoving his cock into his mouth, but even then he can hear some gentle pops and lip smacks above him.
   “Wow, what was that?”
   “I like kissing during sex, okay? Is that wrong?”
   “I don’t know, that was gay as fuck.”
   “You’re balls deep inside… him, and that was too gay for you?”
   “Wasn’t complaining.”
   Suddenly, a wave of sensitivity washed over Macky, like an explosion in his stomach, and the boy dry orgasm, despite not knowing what it is,
   “Oh fuck. Fuck. He’s cumming I think. So.. fucking… tight… I can’t--”
   The man behind the boy starts cumming as well, shooting ropes of his pedophilic cum up the boy’s rectum. All the warm seeds start flooding his bowels, as the man above him grunts the dirtiest words he’s even heard. Not that Macky notices or cares, his mind is too focused on the explosion happening down his bottom, the length in his stomach becomes more noticeable between each clench from the weird sensation. The boy moans, gritting his teeth together. The adult above him, however, is having the time of his life, as the first shot of the night leaves his cock, his perverted cock reminding him of how good it feels to do the fucked up activities, like convincing him to never stop the act. The first load of cum of the night, and it already has started inflating Macky’s belly. His cock throbs inside the boy, white creamy liquid finds its way up the boy’s colon and making his stomach swell.
   “Fuuuuuck dude, so… fucking… hot…”
   Taking the cue of the muscular male cumming in the boy’s hole, the chubby adult grunts as well before pushing his way balls deep into the boy’s mouth, only this time not pulling back,
   “Wooooah, I’m cumming too. Take… Take my milk, boy. Take… it… all…!!!!”
   The man’s cock throbs and shoots cum down the boy’s esophagus. Macky, unable to breathe from the meat choking him out, tries to push away, but the man is holding his mouth to cum with all his might. Moaning in ecstasy as he creams the child’s throat, the man’s logic gets driven out by lust from the first shot of cum into the boy, in his head he considers the offer to fuck the boy for the rest of the night made by the other male before the whole situation started. Sending his cum straight down to the boy’s stomach, the chubby male moans and lulls his tongue out, overwhelmed with pleasure.
   As the man in front of him pulls his cock out, Macky starts coughing from lack of air to his lungs. The mean adult didn’t care that he couldn’t breathe, and now he’s slapping his wet penis onto the cub’s head. But, like Macky hoped, both men are finished, and the man who was violating his wind pipe a few moments ago steps off the bed,
   “That was great,” the male behind him speaks, “what, not continuing?”
   “N-No… you go ahead.”
   “Strange, you looked like you would’ve said yes if I asked you while you were cumming down his throat.”
   “I-I’m good. You go ahead, “ the man speaks as he walks up to the door, opening and goes outside, turning back one last time, “just… be kind to him, okay?”
   “Fine, fine…”
   As the door closes up, Macky realizes in mental and physic pain, that the man whose cock is still deep up his anus is moving his hips again.

~~

   Macky snaps awake again. Sunlight is shining through the windows, and cold silence once again surrounds him. The boy sits up in his bed, his mind slowly recalled the events earlier. Did… all of that happen? Was all of that a bad dream? Nothing felt real to the cub, he can’t even remember how he fell asleep at the end of that ordeal. Whatever is was, Macky can’t get it off his mind, his body suddenly more energetic than usual. What day is it today? “The 25th, it’s Christmas day…” he looks at the calendar on his table, strangely calm rather than excited, although after learning the fact it has woken him up to the occasion a bit more. Opening the door of his room, the boy is immediately confronted with hurried shuffling coming from the living room downstairs.
   The cub walks down to the living room, and his father immediately notices the boy,
   “Heeeey sleepy head, you’re awake? I didn’t wake you up since you were sleeping so soundly, but look!” His dad points him towards the Christmas tree, “Santa left you some gifts!”
   Hearing about the gifts, Macky becomes increasingly interested. The boy rushes down to the tree, gawking over the amount of boxes underneath the decorated flashing lights. Entering the living room, he sees his uncle sitting on the couch facing away from the tree, looking at the TV above the fireplace,
   “Hi kiddo~” The man turns his head around in his seat to greet the boy.
   “Hi uncle! Merry Christmas!”
   The man chuckles, glancing at the other adult for second, the two making eye contact,
   “Yeah, merry Christmas to you too.”
   “Are all of these for me?” Macky asks in awe.
   “Yeah! Santa… already left me and your uncle a gift. They’re all yours!”
   The boy tears the wrapping paper apart with increasing joy, no longer a care in the world as his eyes widen at the gifts he’s received,
   “Woaaah! A full box of card packs! And, and… a gaming console! And… woah! Both of the gaming stations I wanted! And my favorite board game! Best! Chrismas! EVEEEEEER!!!”
   Both the adults next to him laughs,
   “Alright son, don’t be too deep into it, or else I will have to limit you from them. Don’t forget you didn’t do your tests very well this semester.”
   The boy doesn’t respond, instead being too deep into looking and opening the packaging of his gifts.
   “Happy with them?” His dad asks again.
   “Yes, dad!” The boy turns over with a big smile on his face.
   “Great, now bring them to your room. You can play with them all day today, okay? But remember…”
   Before he can finish his sentence, he’s already looking at his son running away with the toys, disappearing upstairs and closing the door to his room. He sighs lightly, then turn over to his brother,
   “Put that away, you’re fucking disgusting.”
   The boy’s uncle smirks in his seat, his hand wrapped around the base of his hard cock, the tip of his penis leaking with pre. The bear man snatches the TV remote back from the father’s hand, who’s been keeping it behind his back from the boy the entire time. Turning the TV back on, the horny male continues stroking his cock to the video playing on the screen, of a certain cub being violated by two adult males.
   “What~? Can’t you see I’m horny?”
   “You fucked him just this morning,” the father rolls his eyes, “have some humanity. You’re like an animal.”
   “Always for the cubs, baby~” the man responds, not taking his eyes off the screen and not stopping his hand for even a second, “come, join me. He’s not coming down any time soon, and I know you wanna join. I’ll let you suck my cock as we watch it~”
   “You’re fucking disgusting.”
   “And I know you like it, bro. Come on, I promise I’ll get you a virgin hole to try next time.”
   The father stares at his brother and hesitates, and as he tucks at the elastic on his pants, the other adult smirks and opens up his free arm on the next seat on the couch.