It has been a while since I have been able to contribute a story to this site, I am happy to be back and I hope that you guys will like this story. It does end with a little man on man action, but it fits the theme of the story. Please remember to vote and let me know what you think. I have never written a story with a man on man scene so let me know what you think. Most of all enjoy.
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Mac awoke with a start on Christmas Eve as he realized that someone was in his room and standing over him. Mac's eyes focused on a large man in a red and white furry suit with a long white beard and rosy red nose. Mac started to move and realized that he couldn't. He quickly glanced down at his body and saw by the moonlight that his body had been placed in a box from the waist up and that he had been tied up with very strong ribbon before that. "This is a very sick joke," Mac said to the man standing over his bed.
"Actually, Mac this is no joke at all. This is very serious business, indeed. Each and every year I get list after list after list of Christmas wishes from kids all over the world, then this year I got this letter from Sandy over there," the fat man said indicating Mac's still sleeping girlfriend.
"You mean to tell me that Sandy wrote a letter to Santa," Mac laughed as he struggled with the bonds that held him tight.
"Struggle all you want, I wrap a few million gifts a year, you aren't going anywhere until I say," the man in the Santa suit told Mac. When Mac stopped struggling the man said, "I got this seven page letter from Sandy about you, Mac. You should be ashamed of yourself the way you treat her. She knows she deserves better but she loves you. Sandy's Christmas wish was to be made to feel like a woman instead of your doormat. She wants to feel loved, not just fucked. You see, Mac, I'm going to show you how to make love to Sandy, then you get your Christmas gift, and you will wish it was a lump of coal in your stocking. Just remember, Mac, I know who's been bad or good! Ho ho ho," Santa said as he walked around the bed toward Sandy's sleeping form.
"You touch her fat boy and when I get loose, I'll kill you," Mac snarled as he watched Santa round the corner to Sandy's side of the bed.
"Keep it up, Mac and you will find stockings full of reindeer shit from here on," Santa laughed as he neared Sandy. Santa leaned down closer to Sandy and whispered to her, "Sandy, wake up, sweet thing. It's time for your Christmas wish to come true."
Sandy began to moan sleepily and rolled toward the voice that continued to call her name.
"It's time for you to find out what it feels like to be loved," Santa softly whispered in her ear.
"What is it?" Sandy asked as she became semi awake.
"Your Christmas wish is here," Santa said as he stood over top of her. "You said you wanted to know what it felt like to be loved instead of just fucked," Santa told her.
"Oh my God, you really got that letter," Sandy said groggily as she looked up at Santa.
"Yes, my darling, I got that letter, ho ho ho," Santa said to her.
"I'm serious, dude, you touch my lady and I'm going to take you to school," Mac yelled from his position on the bed as he lay looking over at Santa.
Suddenly, Sandy rolled over and stared at Mac and said, "You need to just shut the fuck up and take notes, Mac."
"Sandy, you can't be serious, you are going to fuck that fat bastard," Mac yelled at her still unable to move due to the box and ribbon that held him tightly bound.
"I'm not fucking Santa, dumbass, I'm making love to Santa and you have to learn how to do that," Sandy said as she looked at Mac with disgust.
"You are serious aren't you?" Mac asked her looking really worried.
"Yes, my love, I'm very serious," Sandy said looking at him very seriously.
"You want me to learn to make love to you like he is going to do?" Mac asked her a different look coming over his face.
"Yes, Mac. Do you think you can do that for me?" Sandy questioned him sweetly.
"I can try," Mac said. "Hell, I'm getting hard just thinking about it."
Sandy and Santa both looked down once Mac said this. "I can see that," Sandy giggled.
"You can take care of that later," Santa said. "I can't stay all night, you know. Rudolph doesn't have an overdrive."
"Oh, yes, I'm terribly sorry," Sandy said looking up at Santa. Then she got up off the bed and stood before him. Sandy gasped as she realized that five inches shorter than she was. Sandy began to laugh, "Somehow, I thought you would be taller."