A Christmas Carol 8 (Patreon)

The next thing Eb knew, he was back in his bed, under the covers, and he would have thought it was all a dream except that his bunghole felt freshly plowed. He tried to sleep again, but as soon as he drifted off, he found himself bound in a kind of stocks with a hot leather daddy fucking his face.

“I’m the Ghost of Christmas Present,” the stud panted between thrusts, “and once I give you my load, we’ll be visiting some of your employees to see what you should be doing during the holiday season.”

Before Eb knew it, he was eating one of the best loads he’d ever had the pleasure of taking.

“There now,” the ghost said. “That should be just enough to get us where we need to go.”