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i used to hate christmas.

me, being a big white bearded man in his early 60s, often get the jokes that i look like santa claus, like “how are the elves?” or “can i give you my letter earlier this year?”. not to mention the insufferable kids coming up to me all year long, telling me what they want for christmas that year, after their just as insufferable parents tell them i was santa on vacation before, or after, christmas day. the only exception were my own grandkids, for them i played the part a bit.

“saint nick” was the nickname my coworkers gave me on day one of me working there. i guess two things that didn’t help my case was that my name’s nicholas and that i worked for a toy company also.

workED. past. i was fired.

which is fine, even though it sucks, especially when there’s no apparent reason other than probably my age. and so being unemployed around this time of the year ended up leading me to take the temporary job as a mall santa claus.

yep. me, who hated being compared to santa claus, was working as him in a mall, but hey, at least i was getting paid for that.

(and here’s a little spoiler on this story, this temp job ended up making me start to love christmas and being compared to santa.)

when i got the job, they gave me the costume i’d have to wear. the usual red velvet suit and pants with white fur around the sleeves, neck and ankles, a big black thick belt to wrap around me, the boots, the red hat with the same white fur and a fake long beard.

and i have to admit that when i first saw myself in the costume i couldn’t disagree that i looked like him. besides my beard not being as full and as long as santa’s, i looked exactly like him. the white eyebrows, the jolly face (when i gave a half smile) and my obviously prominent belly. although i’d say i’m not as fat as what we picture santa to be.

anyway. prior to what happened, which is what i’m going to be telling here, i had been working as santa for nearly a week, as the mall that hired me started holding the whole “take a picture with santa” since late november, and all i have to say from that first period is that it sucked. as i knew it would.

the insufferable kids now had the reason they wanted to come up to me and tell me all the unrealistic stuff they wanted for christmas, a unicorn, a roller coaster in their bedroom, being a princess and sometimes even a new sibling. thankfully we, me and the two ‘elves’ had some coffee breaks and a “break room” that was in santa's house behind the big chair i sat on.

but then came yesterday, another day where i had to hear the children’s wishes and pretend like i cared about each item of their long list, especially because none of them actually made a list prior to encountering santa and basically just winged it and threw anything that came up in their head while they tried to remember stuff that they actually wanted.

after what felt like countless long hours of kids coming and sitting on my lap, with the same long list filled with anything that they could think of, came a boy around probably 8 years old and his father.

the man raised the boy up in the air and put him sitting down on my lap. the size of my outwardly bulging belly created room enough between us two so that even by the high difference between our heads i didn’t have to look so far down and neither did he had to look so far up so we could look at each other.

the boy looked almost exactly like my grandson. the dirty blond hair, the tiny nose and rosy lips. the few differences, i’d say were that his lips were a bit more pouty than my grandson’s, he was a bit taller too and seemed to have started losing some of the baby fat on his face, which made him slightly thinner.

his resemblance to my grandson made me want to sound a bit more jolly with him than with the other kids, so i gave him my very best “ho ho ho, welcome my boy and may i ask you what do you want for christmas this year?”.

the boy didn’t answer. just looked at me timidly for a while. i hated when they did that, some kids took forever to just start talking.

his eyes alternated looking at me and at his dad, who encouraged him, “go ahead jonathan, remember what you wanted for christmas?”.

the boy swallowed hard, emitting a somewhat loud gulp and looked back at me. he gestured to me to come closer to him. when i was close enough he brought his mouth to my ear and covered it with his little hand. “i want santa’s cock in my ass”

my eyes shot wide and my heart stopped for some seconds, my face certainly reddened as i felt it heat up all the while chills traveled through my skin, starting from my left ear down my neck, exactly where my skin was hit by the boy’s warm breath as he said the most profane words i’d ever heard being said by a 8 year old.

i was brought back from my shocked state when i felt the father’s hand on my shoulder as he crouched down to also whisper into my ear, “yeah, i know, it’s really unbelievable but it’s true, he’s always had a thing for santa and he wants his cock, i can promise you, his hole is to die for” and winked at me as he retreated a bit.

both of them were looking at me expectantly while a million thoughts rushed through my brain while at the same time i couldn’t think of anything and i only realized i had agreed to it with a nod after the boy cheered up and the father answered “great” with a snark on his face.

before i knew it we were all in santa’s little house. i had told both my “helpers” to take a break. i stood there, in front of both the boy and his father, not knowing what to do or even if I really wanted to do anything.

“go ahead johnny, santa here is waiting for you to unwrap your gift”, the father said, guiding the boy to stand closer to me. johnny’s hands quickly went up to grab on my cock, which, unbeknownst to me, was rock hard by then. his little hands squeezed it through the red velvet pants before they yanked them down.

my cock sprung out and bounced about before johnny’s hands came back to stop and hold it as he licked the tip. my legs nearly caved in when i felt it and they trembled when his lips wrapped around it and took it all in, yanking a gasp out of me.

not that i’m big or anything like that, but i’m not small either, at least i don’t think so. i have to admit that my belly’s so big that i haven’t really seen my own cock in some years besides the very tip of it, but i remember it was thick, so in this very situation i unfortunately couldn’t see my cock going in and out of johnny’s mouth. all i could see was the top of his head as he bobbed up and down, disappearing under my belly.

the father just stood there jerking off his own hard cock as he watched his son gobbled on my cock. the kid was a pro sucker. no one had ever given me such a good blow job in all 64 years of my life.

before i knew it, i was fucking the little whore’s mouth like you’d do to an unanimate blow up sex doll, not caring for either the boy’s breathing nor for what his father would think of it, which it’d still be fine if i did, the man dropped his pants completely down and started jerking his cock vigorously as he watched the scene.

i couldn’t see the boy’s face during the rough throat fucking i was giving him, i’d love to see it going red with both the lack of air and the impact of my crotch banging upon his cute baby face but my belly was in the way, so i had to settle with the slapping sound and his choking noises as i felt his nose land on my white bush around my cock and my big balls pressed against his little chin.

i was almost ready to burst a fat load into his throat, but santa still had to give the boy the christmas present that he’d wished for, but that kid had gotten me in such a good mood that i felt like playing the part of santa a bit longer. “now little johnny, you said you wanted santa’s cock in your little ass, right?”, he nodded excitedly, still trying to catch his breath. “but you see, only good boys get to get christmas presents from santa, and from the way that you came up to me begging for cock and then how good you sucked mine tells me that you’re not a good boy, you’re a naughty boy”.

the boy’s face went from excitement to despair within seconds, “no, no, no, i’m a good boy santa, i swear”, he said, jumping up and down, “please daddy tell santa i’m a good boy, like you always say that i am when i suck your cock daddy”.

“santa’s right johnny, you’re a very naughty boy”, the father said, jumping into my idea of teasing the boy a bit. the boy looked down in reaction to his father not being on his side. “although i gotta tell you santa, yes, he is really naughty, but he’s so good at that”.

“hmm”, i pretended to contemplate the new information, “i guess… that since at least you’re so good at being naughty… i could make an exception for you johnny”. the boy started jumping around, again excited.

“yes, yes, thank you santa!”, he exclaimed, losing his breath again.

“but first…”, i said, getting him to stop and pay attention, “you gotta show me how good you are at being naughty, give santa a little preview of that ass”.

the boy quickly stripped down of his pants and underwear and gave a little pose with his ass sticking out. “nice ass, right?”, the father chimed in. i had to agree with him, even though i’d say my grandson’s a bit nicer, rounder. not that i’d ever thought of him this way or paid any attention like this before. 

shit, i’m completely fucked now. thinking about how this boy looked like him and right when i was about to fuck him, i keep comparing his butt to my grandson’s.

but i was brought back to the moment when johnny’s hand reached back and spread his little buttocks apart, showing his used hole, definitely not a virgin for a long time, and definitely not like ben’s. shit there was my mind thinking about my little grandson again, and this time more specifically thinking about how his little asshole must look like.

“i told you it was an ass to die for”, the father chimed in again, bringing me back out of my sinful incestuous thoughts.

decided not to lose myself in my thoughts again, i, a bit roughly i must admit, stepped up to the boy and in a few seconds raised him to get him over the table me and the ‘elves’ had our coffee breaks and with a quick spit for lubrication shoved my cock deep inside his used hole.

surprisingly, and yet not at all, the boy didn’t even flinch one bit, making me wonder how many times and for how long his father had been fucking him, and maybe even some other men too.

his hole took my whole cock in with no problem. it squeezed my penis with enough strength to make it pleasurable to slide it in and out of it but also not so tight to the point that’d be a bit too much.

johnny’s sweet moaning made me feel like we weren’t just fucking, we were making love, although i was oftentimes being rough on him, using my bigger and much heavier weight to crush him under me.

my big white haired belly scratched his smooth little back as my thick, and just as hairy, legs spread his smooth ones apart to provide my cock more access to penetrate his hole deeper while my hands went to his hair, getting a grip to pull his head back so we could stay face to face as i fucked his little boy hole.

“oh fuck you’re such a good but naughty boy.”, i whispered repeatedly into his ear.

“am i a good boy santa?”, he asked whispering back to me.

the question triggered my brain to remember ben asking me the same thing every christmas. this time i could not make any effort to try and stop thinking of my grandson. i was too close to cumming for that, and the image of ben actually made me burst my load right then.

“you’re always a good boy ben.” i said as spurt after spurt shot out of my cock and into the boy.

and so there i was in a situation i’d never in a million years would’ve even think of, me, a 64 year old man dressed as santa claus fucking and cumming into an 8 year old, one eighth of my age, boy’s ass in a santa’s house in the middle of a crowded mall.

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jesus carried his own cross out of the city to the place called “the skull,” which in aramaic is golgotha. and there they nailed him to the cross. although the nailing of his hands to the wood of the cross was over one of his limits, jesus really disliked gore and blood play, he was excited, being displayed for all as the submissive slut that he was, was what turned him on the most.

he was crucified, along with two other subs, one on each side with jesus in the middle. pilate had them post a sign over the cross, which was written in three languages — זוֹנָה (aramaic, putta (latin), and τσούλα (greek).

many of the people of jerusalem read the sign, for he was crucified near the city, they mocked jesus, yelling insults of how much of a slut he was. they threw tomatoes, onions and the sinful fruit, apples on him. it wasn’t another one of his hard limits, even though he hated the waste of good food, he more than anyone knew just how many people suffered with not having food and starved, but this turned him on even more.

the food hitting his body all over. his arms, his chests, his defined abdomen muscles, his slightly toned legs all covered with each fruit juices, pooling up a bit on his clavicles and inside his belly button at the same time the cool wind dried up the liquid on other places, letting behind only a sticky sensation on his skin.

but the chief priests of the jews said to Pilate, “you must change the sign! don’t let it just say, ‘slut’ but rather — ‘he’s the jews slut!’ ” pilate accepted the suggestion and responded, “what I have written shall be rewritten!”

now when the soldiers crucified jesus, they divided up his clothes into four shares, one for each of them. but his tunic was seamless, woven from the top to the bottom as a single garment. so the soldiers said to each other, “let’s tear it, no bitch shall have the luxury to cover their privates as they have no right of privacy!”

the soldiers did all of this not knowing they fulfilled the slut’s deepest wishes and thoughts that said, “i want men to divide my garments among them and rip off any clothing.” mary, jesus’ mother, was standing next to his cross, along with mary’s sister, mary the wife of clopas, and mary magdalene.

so when jesus looked down and saw the disciple, whose cock he loved so much, standing with her, he said, “mother, look—john is a great fuck, he will be a great first cock to you.” then he said, “john, look—she will be your first virgin!” from that day on, john accepted mary into his home and onto his bed as one of his own whores.

jesus knew that his mission was accomplished, and to fulfill his deepest wishes, jesus said: “i am thirsty.” a jar, previously used to store wine, was sitting nearby, so they, all four soldiers, who nailed him to the cross, and other men from the crowd, came up to it, pulled their cocks out and worked together to fill it with their piss, then they soaked a sponge with it and put it on the stalk of hyssop and raised it to his lips.

when he had sipped the sour golden liquid, he said, “it is finished, my bride!” then he bowed his head and surrendered his body to the jews, as if it wasn’t already in complete disposal for them to do as they pleased with it, jesus succumbed and prepared for what was to come.

the jewish leaders wanted the bodies of the victims to remain on the cross throughout the whole day, since it was the day of preparation for a very important sabbath.

the jewish leaders then began their ultimate punishment for jesus, or at least what they thought would be a punishment. one by one raised their own tunic and revealed a hard cock from under it.

they raised jesus’ legs apart and plunged into his very well used hole, “holy fuck, i now see how you managed to trick so many people into thinking you were god’s child, this hole is heavenly”, said pilate before his hips frantically slapped against jesus’ bottom. his moans echoing from the peak of the mountain down to the city of jerusalem. to most it sounded like pain and agony dominated jesus, but for those who knew him, they were clearly moans and screams of masochistic pleasure.

the entirety of the day passed with multiple men coming up to rape jesus. they all wanted to exert their right to it, as their leaders decided he should be punished like so for being a fake messiah. and so the city under them heard all of his echoed moans and his rapists’ as they dumped their loads and finished their rape.

jesus was a mess of a whore by the end of the day. his legs trembled nonstop as thick cum leaked uncontrollably out of his hole and dripped down on both of them and onto a pool under him. his body twitched in coldness as the cold wind of the night crashed on to his drenched in sweat and spit body.

the soldiers were back the next day as they wanted to keep using jesus’ body and punish him, so they asked pilate’s permission to do it, but when they came to jesus, they realized that he had already died, so they decided to use his corpse for their pleasure.

(i, john, do testify to the certainty of what took place, and I write the truth so that you might also believe.) for all these things happened to fulfill his wishes: “not one of the men will not have fucked me,” and, “they will gaze on me after they have pierced me with their cocks!”

after this, joseph from the city of ramah, who was a secret lover of jesus, for fear of the jewish authorities, asked pilate if he could remove the body of jesus. so pilate granted him permission to remove the body from the cross.

now nicodemus, who had once came into jesus privately at night, accompanied joseph, and together they carried a significant amount of myrrh and aloes to the cross. then they took jesus’ body and wrapped it in strips of linen with the embalming spices according to the jewish burial customs, not before making love to it as a way of saying farewell to jesus.

near the place where jesus was crucified and raped was a garden, and in the garden there was a new tomb where no one had yet been laid to rest.

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do any of you remember all that pedo santa shit that happened last year? from when people found out that santa raped the kids in the houses he went in to leave presents? well, i was one of the people on the jury for his case in court.

but just in case y’all don’t remember it here are some of the news that came out during that time.

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breaking: good ol’ saint nick ain’t no saint.

14th march, 2024

the most loved old man of all time is now the most hated old man of all time as parents found scandalous footage that showed the formerly known as saint nicholas engaging in sexual activity with their children.

the 1,752 year old could be seen in multiple clips abusing boys when delivering their christmas presents on christmas night.

as the suspect was arrested he stated, “i’m a 17-hundred year old that’s worked with children all his life, how’d you expect me not to be a pedo?”. the statement shocked even the deputy in charge of the investigation that’d brought the arrest.

officers say that the number of victims is impossible to estimate, as the suspect worked all around the world and for hundreds of years, “we can’t estimate the number of total victims, given how long and far the suspect had access to houses and the children that lived in them”, stated deputy pedro ketcher.

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update: videos of santa claus abusing boys surface the web

25th june, 2024

some videos that were received by the police department have surfaced the web as they were spread online on messaging apps and other social media platforms.

the arrest of santa claus happened back in march of this year after parents reported that their children had been abused by the man. the concerned parents handed in videos from their children’s bedroom, recorded by security camera.

in the videos boys from various ages as young as three years old can be seen sleeping in their beds before the man enters the room and starts the abuse.

the leaked videos are expected to be used against the suspect in court, scheduled for later this year, in october.

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update: the people vs santa claus

20th october, 2024

in the courtroom earlier this day the suspect, of raping multiple kids, santa claus faced the judge and a jury composed mostly of middle aged parents.

the jury watched each video multiple times in order to examine each of them properly to later determine whether or not the suspect had indeed committed the crimes.

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and of course there were many other news outlets reporting to exhaustion on that case all day, every day for months.

anyway, as i’ve said already, i was part of the jury in his case. and so i had access to the videos recorded of santa raping all these boys. and i gotta tell you, those were the hottest stuff i have ever seen.

my cock would get hard each time the public prosecutor would accuse santa of a rape and tell said rape in specific details. my mind would travel back to the moment i watched each rape video. and here i’ll tell y’all about some of my favorite ones.

some of the videos had recorded his whole visit. those showed santa sliding down the chimney, his heavy weighted body causing hard sounding steps to be caught by the security cameras’ microphones as he walked in the room.

each video that showed santa from the moment he slid down the chimney in the living room, showed that he never took his huge bag of presents with him, instead, he’d snap his fingers and in seconds the bottom of the trees would get filled with wrapped up gifts.

i can’t say if he had a modus operandi, in some cases you could see santa take different approaches, like with little cody. we didn’t get to know much personal information about each victim, as to protect their privacy and identity and all that crap, but we did get some information as ways to identify each case. and little cody’s tape was, as you may presume, hot as fuck. 

santa walked up the stairs to the boy’s bedroom after leaving many presents under the decorated tree in the living room. the camera in the hallway to all the bedrooms showed his huge red frame slipping into the room, which’s door had cute letters spelling out his name.

inside, another camera showed santa quickly stripping down to his birthday suit, his already very much white body seemed even whiter covered by his completely white hair all over. his cock seemed like it could be one of his little village’s poles, frozen by the north pole weather. big, thick and obviously rock hard.

in no time santa’s finger was plunged into the sleeping boy’s rectum, preparing it for what was yet to come. his cock was soon introduced into the boy. it was an incredible sight to be completely honest. his huge cock sank into a five year old’s hole as if it was nothing.

first time i watched it, i came a huge load of cum onto the screen. i had to take advantage of that situation. nearly never will a pedo be legally allowed to watch child porn. of course they didn’t know i was a pedo when they got me to be on the jury. but oh well.

i beat my meat to each video. luckily they allowed us to each have a room to watch the videos in private. i never gooned or came that many times in a day ever in my life. all i had to remember to do was clean all evidence of my pleasure at watching the hottest child rape ever, which was actually even more fun. i licked each load i’d blown off the screen, resulting in me somehow “licking” the images of the raped boys’ little dicks and asses”. and then after letting my perv out, all i had to do was act nauseous at the “horrible” stuff that i’d just seen.

if cody’s case, told by the prosecutor, had my cock hard in my pants in the middle of court, when he told alex’s case my cock throbbed uncontrollably.

in this case santa came across the boy in the living room, probably stayed up all night waiting to meet santa, silly boy. they chatted for a while at first, but what really matters is when the boy told santa he’d made cookies for him with his mother, pointing to them on a tiny table by the corner.

santa thanked for the cookies but said: “i gotta be honest i’m kinda sick of always getting cookie, i think i much rather have some cake, just like this one”. he snapped his finger and the boy flipped in the air and levitated towards him, his pants pulled down enough to reveal what is probably the most perfectly round boy butt i’d seen.

santa’s face sank deep into those round cute cheeks, the size difference was astounding. santa’s face was so big that he could eat that boy hole hard and his face could still be seen. and if that wasn’t hot enough, alex’s moans were the icing on top, especially when he sank down on santa’s huge pole.

in court, santa explained that he managed to rape all those boys and not get caught, before he was, because with his magic he could do it all to his victims without them feeling anything. and his magic also made their violated holes go back to virginity. and for when the boy was awake, santa erased his memory and he’d only remember meeting santa.

but i gotta say my favorite one was the twin boys’ case. cutting to the chase, santa had both boys sucking his cock at the same time. i’ve seen gay twins porn many times in my life, but oh my fucking god, nothing compares to seeing two six year old identical twin boys kissing each other with a huge thick pedo cock in between them. or to seeing the twins 69’ing as santa alternates fucking each of them.

luckily the jury agreed unanimously that since every boy had no recollection whatsoever of the alleged abuses, or any physical or psychological trauma, as attested by thorough examination on both, santa was found innocent as he hadn’t caused any harm to either of the boys.

and i know i don’t have any proof of that but i’m pretty sure that the rest of the jury was composed of pedos too. i wasn’t the only one who got “uncomfortable” when the prosecutor told each case in court, having to adjust my cock in my pants as to not be evident, and i just know the others had to do that too.

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SANTA’S VERDICT: NOT GUILTY

20th november 2024

in an extraordinary decision by the jury santa claus was found not guilty of raping multiple boys besides numerous evidences.

the decision caught the judge, mr. p. don feindr and the prosecutor pedro ketcher by surprise. to the press ketcher stated “it’s a sad day for our country. a day where a admitted pedophile gets away for having magical ways to make his victims not see themselves as victims”.

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opinion

santa’s a pedo, now what?

15th december 2024

i think it’s safe to say that literally everyone has been keeping up with santa claus’ case this whole year and are now worried about what santa can do to their kids on christmas eve night, which is only ten days away.

well, in my humble opinion, parents shouldn’t be worried at all, as firstly, he was found not guilty in his trial and secondly, it was found that not one of the alleged victims showed any signs or evidence of trauma of said rapes. so why stress yourself over something that may or may not happen to your son on christmas when we know that if it does happen to him, he won’t remember or feel any of it and therefore won’t suffer any harm or trauma from it?

so all parents should just relax during this time of the year and just take all the free presents that santa always gave their children each year, even if santa decides to charge them on his own way.

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i’ve always hated this holiday, with everyone all the time giving me they’re best wishes for a “wonderful and merry christmas” and all that crap gets so fucking annoying, especially for a satanist.

i’ve had it with all that jesus christ praise at the end of the year. jesus was just a little fag, fruit of an extra conjugal relation of that whore mary, she didn’t even know who the father was and told the cuck that an angel came to her and told her she was pregnant. that cuck was so stupid that he even believed she was still a virgin and saving herself for him.

but more about the birthday fag, he was just a conceited little twink, with all that feeding the poor and curing the sick without wanting a single thank you. and then to top it all, he was so full of shit with that “i’m god’s son, here to save you all, but if you don’t believe me that’s okay”, urgh talk about pretentious.

well, thankfully i wasn’t the only satanist that was sick with this holiday. so there i was last night, sitting on my seat waiting anxiously for the beginning of this play. the theatre wasn’t huge, but all seats were filled. i looked down to my hands on my lap and turned the pamphlet to me.

“fuck jesus christ: the birth of satan’s nemesis reimagined by satanists”, said the title and under title, “sinopse: after the birth of jesus christ, the three perv men pay the holy family a visit, they come bearing gifts” i read until right before the lights dimmed down and curtains were opened.

on the well lit stage a life size version of a classical nativity scene could be seen right at the center. the fake wood stable stood surrounded by fake sleeping sheeps and haystacks.

‘mary’ starts belting out like she’s in pain, all the while trembling in her place, over a stack of hay, being supported by joseph.

i’m a bit ashamed to admit that it took me more than it should’ve to realize that mary was just a dummy. made sense, since this was announced as a male only play.

‘mary’s belting only went down as another one took its place. it was baby jesus’, who i assume is also a dummy.

right when that baby crying was starting to get annoying, from the corner of the stage came in three persian men. they were dressed in long tunics that went down to their ankles, nearly hiding the sandals on their feet.

“hear ye, hear ye”, said one of the three men as they approached the birthing place. “we’ve heard of the birth of the so-called savior, and so we come bearing gifts”.

“i, gaspar, bring the gift of gold…”, he said with a pause as his hand reached into his tunic and back behind him. “…in the form of this…”, another pause before the men let out a moan followed by a deep sighing as his hand came back into view and raised up high. “…butt plug”.

the golden object shone bright and reflected the strong lights that lit the stage. the ambient was so well lit that a drop of some liquid could be seen dripping down from the butt plug.

my cock was raging hard in my pants, and from what i could see, everyone else’s cocks were too. the lube dripping down, made it obvious that it was plunged in the actor’s ass.

“i, melchior, bring the gift of frankincense”, he said while opening his tunic a little, reaching inside to take out a couple of incense sticks. his hard cock peaked out as he did it, evidencing what was already clear. they were all naked under their tunics.

my hard cock throbbed as i took it out from my pants and caressed it with my hand, as did many others all around me. it felt impossibly hard, like i was sure that it was harder than any other cock in the room by far.

my hole twitched uncontrollably too. this play had just began but it has already been so erotically arousing that my body and mind couldn’t decide which it wanted, fuck gaspar’s gaping liver hole as hard as i could, ride on melchior’s big hard cock, or suck on it as i plunge my ass with the gold plug.

“and i, balthasar, bring the gift of myrrh, in the form of this ball mouth gag strap”, said the third king as he took it out of his tunic, also showing off his hard cock. “till be certainly useful and appreciated, as tis a great analgesic and he’ll need it as we…”

“fuck jesus christ!”, all three kings yelled in unison, making the audience roar in excitement as each member beat their own member and the fapping sound echoed and filled the room as the sound of excited, and anticipating, stomping feet does in a stadium full of fans.

it was an incredible experience to sense all the energy in the room. we were all brothers, even though mostly unknown to each other, united by our hatred towards this holiday and all that it represented. completely overwhelming. i neared my climax for what felt like a never ending moment as the crowd chanted in unison “fuck jesus christ!”

the three kings surrounded baby jesus in the center of the stage. it was hard to see anything because they blocked the view, but then the image appeared in two big screens, one set on each side of the stage.

and there it was, baby jesus surrounded by three big hard cocks. the baby was completely naked and wondered about, looking directly at each cock pointing to him.

the crowd roared again as the three kings disrobed themselves at the same time. their hot hard naked bodies in full display for us. not one piece of clothing covered any inch of their beautiful dark skin. the contrast to jesus’ white skin was amazing. not to mention the contrast of size between three fully grown men to a newborn baby.

balthasar strapped his ball gag gift onto the baby’s face. it was so erotically charging, seeing a baby with only a sexual item, especially knowing the baby was supposed to represent jesus christ.

in little to no time the crowd went silent as we all watched in a mixture of amazement, anxiety and lust as we expectedly awaited to see gaspar press his hard cock onto the baby’s tight hole.

hundreds of cocks throbbing as each and every satanist in the place kept themselves from jerking as to hold in their orgasms and not shoot their load just as the play had begun.

jesus belted out loud as his little hole was pierced with the adult cock, and that’s when i realized that it was in fact a real living baby that was portraying jesus in this play, not a dummy. i was for real watching three grown men raping a baby, not much older than a newborn.

the realization struck me so fucking hard that i came right at that moment, no hand, no touch, no nothing. which brought my fellow brothers around me to roar and cheer me as my cock sprayed my cum around, from my head to my toes, over my shoulders and to my sides, hitting other satanic perverts near my seat.

i was feeling already spent, but my cock stayed put, my cumming dying down, chest covered in it as it heaved up and down.

at one point i just had to blow my cum all over again when melchior, after having lit an incense stick and wrapped the scene in its smoke, joined balthasar to spit roast jesus with their cocks.

the crowd went wild seeing the baby completely impaled between both cocks and even more as gaspar took the initiative to stand beside them and put his hands on jesus to turn him around.

jesus spinning around as two cocks stood put, one up his little ass and another one down his throat, like a rotisserie chicken was more than enough to get me ready to burst out another load of cum. the whole scene was just too perverted, a real baby being treated as nothing more than a sexual toy in the hands of three perverts for the viewing pleasure of another hundreds of perverts.

and so one by one the three kings fucked the baby on stage. all the while the crowd cheered, roared and chanted “fuck jesus christ”.

the room reeked of man, lust and cum as for hours hundreds of men repeatedly shot their loads of cum and sprayed it like a fountain to their surroundings. each and every one of us looked like a mess, covered in mixed cum.

the night ended with baby jesus splayed over a stack of hay, covered in spit, cum and sweat, with hay stuck to his skin. his little belly nearly completely reflecting all lights that beamed onto him, evidencing how bloated it was after being filled with multiple cum loads and kept by the gold plug plunged into his hole. the ball gag also kept his little mouth full of cum, which caused his little cheeks to bulge out, that is at least until he swallowed it all as instinct as not to drown or suffocate in the thick cum.

the three amazing actors were applauded and cheered by the crowd with a never ending chant of “fuck jesus christ!”.

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snowflakes gracefully fell from the sky, the entire street was covered in the purest white only a december snowstorm could bring.

anders looked out the window, the boy had always loved the magical look of geometrically ice drawings taking over the glass surface. he opened the window, feeling the cold air hit his face and a single flake fall onto his cheek and melt against the heat of his warm six year old skin.

with his usual devilish smile, the boy closed back the window and ran up the stairs. once he got to the hallway between all the rooms he rapidly stopped in front of one of them and tapped his little fist against the wood rhythmically.

“do you wanna build a snowman?”, he asked enthusiastically, he’d been waiting for this winter weather all year long, waiting for the opportunity to invite his brother to build a snowman like they used to before.

“come on, let’s go and play, i never see you anymore, come out the door, it’s like you’ve gone away”, the boy continued, losing his mood with each sentence, remembering how his brother started avoiding him and running off to his room ever since he started middle school and became a teenager.

“we used to be best buddies, but now we’re not, i wish you would tell me why”, he said in a sorrowful voice, fighting back tears from escaping his eyeballs. 

he’d quit after being met by complete silence from the other side of the door, as well as his fight against his tears and let one rolled down his cheek, meeting the wetness from the snowflake from before. “do you wanna build a snowman?”, he said faintly with his head against the door just before he slowly turned around and started heading to his own room.

the unexpected sound of the elson opening his door caught anders by surprise, the boy stood still before his room looking back at the older boy with a half expectancy that he’d say yes, and the other half that he’d cuss him out like he had started to.

elson looked at the tiny boy with an even more devilish grin than the other had before. the teen had a tent bulge in his pants, which were uneven in his hips, a scrunched up piece of toilet paper in his left hand as his right one was concealed behind the door.

anyone with the minimum of malice about what a thirteen years old boy might be up to when locked in his room would’ve known to recognize each of those signs, but the six years old one didn’t, he just looked up to the teen’s face, feeling like he almost couldn’t recognize him, the changes in his face not helping in anyway.

“you said you wanted me to cum and play?”, he said to the boy, knowing quite well that each of them had another meaning for those verbs, and also that they little boy wouldn’t understand the meaning of his words.

the boy nodded his head animatedly, wholehearted that his brother was agreeing to play with him and build a snowman like they used to. he ran off down the stairs and out the house, falling with his back down onto the thick layer of snow that covered the grass from their backyard.

the teenager came out, finding a giggling boy making a snow angel, with definitely not enough clothes to be touching the cold material. with a sigh he went back inside before coming back out with a jacket for the smaller boy, his own already covering him.

once the boy was covered up, he went to work and gathered enough snow to ball up and create the base for his snowman, and then a smaller one for his belly.

meanwhile, elson watched the younger boy struggling to lift the second ball of snow off the floor, finding the boy’s innocence ridiculous. the teen had grown out of that phase of playing with his imagination to create simple stories of made up magic and magical creatures in his head.

he’d met real magic at a friend’s house over the summer, when he’d been invited over to watch his first porn ever, the boy’s father had said that since he’d be turning into a teenager, it was time that he knew about sex, and so he introduced his son to many pornographic websites.

the boy certainly took great advantage of it and started off the first year of middle school with great popularity amongst his male classmates, his room became a center of pornography and mutual masturbation for his click during summer. as time went on anders and the other boys started watching porn and jerking off frantically at their own homes too.

the teenager felt some kind of pride knowing he was now much more mature than his little brother, as said brother still found joy in making an average snowman that anyone can make and give him a name and then calling it a day, while his mind went further when thinking of what he wanted his snowman for.

the horny teenager’s cock had deflated since his post lunch jerk off session was interrupted by the little boy, but was now starting to come back alive as he built his own snowman.

he wanted it to be more of a realistic man made of snow than a boring everyday snowman with just round pieces to compose his body. he wanted it to have a thick and round ass, he wasn’t really fond of thick thighs, he’d always been way too hyper focused on bubble butts to even think about the thighs, but his snowman’s need to be thick and sturdy as to support the volume and weight of his ass.

the boy had turned into a little nymph, even though he was still a virgin, the boy had started to see sex everywhere, and that’s no wonder given how deep down into the rabbit hole of internet porn he’d taken a dive.

his cock grew as he held a snowball in each of his hands and was reminded of how the men’s balls flopped up and down in the videos he watched religiously each day.

the teenager’s cock tented up in his pants as he rolled each snowball on the floor, gathering up more snow and making them bigger and bigger, his mind going back to all the massage porn he’s watched in amazement as each of the bottom’s ass globes lubed skin shone under the masseur’s hands.

he managed to make each of the buttocks to stick together onto the snowman’s body, the snow ass was big and round, each side bigger than the teenager’s head, he stared at it, mouth open, licking his teeth, as he molded, sculpted and smoothed out the ass edges and crack of the giant pure white ass.

the boy then quickly gathered more snow and stacked it onto what was a stubbed torso, giving him enough room for the teen to sculpt out muscled bara like chests. he imagined how hot it’d be seeing them bounce like bara cartoons he’d found he loved so much, he remembered how the men’s abs shined as he added tiny pads of snow to give it a six-pack.

two big balls on either corner on the top of the torso worked well to give the snowman round and wide shoulders. the boy somehow managed to give it arms only using snow, not full ones, but with them it seemed like it had big biceps.

he had an idea and after running back inside, the boy pulled out a pair of gloves, filled them with snow and stuck them to each snow arm with a rubber band holding them in place.

the younger boy, after much struggle stacking up the last piece to make a head for his own snowman, finished it up with a carrot for his nose, some tiny rocks for his eyes and buttons down his body, and a red scarf around its “neck”. he knew he was missing something and looked at his brother’s to see if he’d realized what it was.

he was mesmerized by what he saw, given his age and innocence he’d never really seen a man as jacked as his brother’s snowman, not even their father.

the six year old came out of his trance as he saw his brother plop the head of his snowman on his own. the boy argued that it was his snowman’s head, but the teen just told him he’d asked him but didn’t get any answer.

“relax ‘andy’, i’ll let you play with mine too, don’t you think this one’s better?”, he said to the boy with a grin as his hands groped the naked torso and wide ass of the snowman. “by the way, can you go to the kitchen and get another carrot and the ice cream topping bottle?”.

after the boy did as he was told, the teenager planted the new carrot onto the snowman’s groins, sticking forward like its nose did before he latched two snowballs under it. he drew lips on its face using the ice cream topping and stepped aside with an arm around its shoulders and the other displaying it as if in a presentation.

“meet pornaf, he likes warm tongues and good fucks”, the teen said with a quick pat on pornaf’s ass. the boy just stared, unsure of what to think about it

before the boy knew, he was lapping his tongue onto the snowman’s ice cream strawberry topping lips as the teen drizzled the delicious gel in between the snow glutes and dove face first into them.

each boy liked the snow covered in strawberry topping like they ate ice cones during summer, but this time way more eagerly and hungrier, as if they needed it more of it now then when back in the heat of summer, even though it was totally freezing cold.

elson suggested then that the boy sucked onto pornaf’s carrot cock, to which the boy complied after struggling to keep his balance as he stood on the tip of his feet to reach the snowman’s lips.

anders sucked onto the carrot as well as he could, he wished he could get it all the way down and reach the snowballs tightly close to pornaf’s body but each time he managed to take about half of it, he felt the thin tip scratch the little dangling thing in the back of his throat.

the older one ate the snow between the two round mounts like a maniac, barely taking breaks to breathe. his hands groping and feeling out the roundness and size of them. the strawberry topping had long been gone, but the boy kept eating the snow ass crack.

if anyone were there to see the scene they’d find a perverted image of a couple of a six and a thirteen year old derangedly molesting an inanimate and innocent snowman.

until with a tiny jump onto the air, and a ding sound, the once inanimate snowman came to life.

the boys stopped with the unexpected sound and motion.

pornaf looked down at anders, “hi, i’m pornaf and i like warm tongues…”, he shifted this head to look back at elson, “… and good fucks”, he continued before giving a chuckle. after some seconds of awkward silence pornaf suggested to elson “do you wanna fuck a snowman?”.

the teenager shouted out a “fuck yeah!”, to which the snowman answered “then scoop me an asshole with that warm tongue”, his gloved hands parting his snow globes ass cheeks apart. elson realized watching it that the snowman’s body now had physics and wobbled just like the muscled sluts he’s seen in porn everyday.

he went back down and took a bite of the snow, swallowed down slowly like he could actually taste the asshole, something he’s been wondering about for months now.

the snowman loved the feeling of the teenager’s warm tongue creating him a new asshole, but he wanted the other boy’s too, “you, little one, put that warm tongue on my snowballs”, he ordered anders, sighing in delight as he felt the heat hitting his cold balls.

when he was satisfied with how deep his tongue opened way into the hole he backed up and brought his rock hard cock to it. given their heights, elson needed to kneel to reach the cold asshole.

he sank his cock all the way down to the base and felt the contrast of temperature as the freezing cavern he’s put his cock into wrapped it and his hip touched the snowman’s fat ass. the mating couple let a harmonized and dragged moan out.

the boy, wanting to mimic the men he’d seen, wrapped his arms around the snowman’s torso and grabbed lightly his pecs, he felt virile being able to make such buff man’s, even if made of snow, beefy tits bounce according to his thrusts into his hole.

he fucked the snowman he’d just built like crazy, loving how he bent over to try and take his cock even deeper, still holding his own ass cheeks apart. that’s until the boy grabbed them and held them back in place in a headlock, something he’s also seen many times in porn and felt like it’d be fun to do.

anders was now on his back under the snowman’s open legs, lapping his tongue onto his balls, intently watching his own brother’s cock disappear into pornaf. the boy saw how faster and harder elson fucked into the man when he raised one leg to stand on one knee and his other foot on the ground besides pornaf.

“you ever had a carrot this big?”, pornaf asked in between breaths when the boy slowed down after ramping up the rhythm of his thrusts.

in no time pornaf was fucking both boys at the same time. anders was on his fours taking his carrot cock into his tight hole as elson stood over him, bent over with his ass at the snowman’s face level, the carrot nose deep into his hole.

the snowman found a good motion and thrusted into each hole at a time, like clockwork he motioned his carrot cock into anders just as he pulled back his carrot nose from elson’s, and then did the opposite to each hole.

“yeah, take my carrots, sluts”, pornaf said as he fucked both holes.

the six year old reached his first dry orgasm, even though he had no idea what was happening to his body. the thirteen came harder than he’d ever had as the snowman’s carrot hit his prostate repeatedly and he felt the coldness of his snow lips enveloping his balls each time his nose bottomed out into his hole.

it’s needless to say that the two brothers were back to being close, obviously closer than they had ever been, as they came out to play with pornaf everyday, which made anders really happy, all he needed to do was knock on elson’s door and say the magic words “do you wanna fuck a snowman?”