PETER - Christmas Bent! Colors 2 and Short Story! (Patreon)

Poor Peter.

There was nothing he could do.

He’d been utterly immobilized.

He lay on his back, fully pretzeled, legs swung over his head. His penis was a raging hard pillar of rigid flesh, while his pink little asshole twitched and shuddered, exposed and vulnerable.

Numerous strands of multicolored, twinkling Christmas lights had been used to bind his ankles with his wrists. As helpless as a Christmas Turkey waiting to be stuffed, Peter fumed, angry and frustrated. He grunted and groaned, unable to move.

Try though he might, he couldn’t call upon his powers to free himself, either.

“I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work”, gloated the tittering elf as he suppressed another giggle.

Peter glared at him, furious! His face was the only part of his body over which he had any control.

“What have you done to me, you little Christmas bastard? Why can’t I move? RAAAHH!!! This is the second time your kind has attacked me at Christmas! Can’t you leave me alone? Don’t you little shits know I’m Jewish? I don’t do Christmas”!

The elf was clutching a golden wand topped with a jeweled star. He whacked Peter’s full nutsac tauntingly as he spoke. A puff of tinsel and glitter magically pooffed from the impact.

“We elves don’t care that you don’t celebrate Christmas, pup! We celebrate YOU”!

The delicate-looking little creature continued.

“As for what I’ve done to you…”

The elf caressed Peter’s meaty, tattooed pec. He stopped to tease an erect nipple.

“...I’ve used this Christmas wand I stole from Santa’s shop to freeze your in place. Your body is mine to command and control! I can do whatever I want to you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me”!

Peter began to sweat. Just what exactly did this little turn have in store for him.

He grunted a long, slow growl in frustration.

As the elf pressed the tip of the wand to Peter’s quivering pucker, he continued.

“I want to see you fuck yourself with your beautiful, circumcised Christmas log, stud! You’re gonna put on a show for me… and you’re gonna do it until you blow a hot, sticky load of sugarplum cream”!

Ever defiant, Peter scoffed at the Elf.

“PFFT! There’s no way!! I can’t get my cock to bend enough to stick it into my hole. I’m way too fucking hard for that, you little creep”!

The Elf’s expression grew hard and cold. He glared at Peter, displeased.

A chill fell over the helplessly bound stud. He swallowed hard, unable to shake the feeling that he’d just made a grievous, utterly serious mistake.

“You shouldn’t test me, kid! I know exactly what to do with hard, naughty boys like you”!

He waved the Christmas wand and chanted in a language Peter had never heard before. Presumably, it was the language of elves.

Suddenly, impossibly, by complete magic, Peter’s intensely hard dick BENT in a way that no erect penis ever could – or should.

In a swift motion, as if possessed by a will of its own, the hardon folded downward, pressing itself up against Peter’s unwilling anus. With a single merciless thrust, the inflexible organ pitched forward and, POP! It penetrated the shocked young hunk.

First, Peter’s fat mushroom head entered. Then several silky yet firm inches followed.

Peter yelped and gasped as his hardon filled more and more of his hole.

When his cunt finally eased and relaxed, his breathing settled. He focused on feeling his ample dong, swollen deep within him. He found the sensation strange, and yet, deeply intoxicating. Because it was such a new experience, he found his head swimming in deep uncharted heat.

He moaned softly as his hole instinctively began milking his organ.

“That’s a good boy! Color me impressed, puppy” praised the elf.

He reached over and caressed the part of Peter’s shaft that hadn’t been swallowed up by his ass. He stroked it, applying pressure, forcing yet more of the bulging organ deeper into the lad.

Peter’s moaning grew louder. He could feel the pressure begin to well within his balls. As his dick pressed and pulsed up against his prostate, Peter knew the inevitable explosion would soon follow. He was going nuts!

The Elf giggled and pranced and danced around. Peter continued to groan from these strange, exciting new sensations he was experiencing.

“HEE HEE HEE! I told you, Petey-Sweetie! You can’t stop me, so you might as well enjoy this sleigh ride! Sure, I’ll probably end up in Elf jail if they catch me, but this is sooooo worth it”!

Peter gasped and wailed.

As his nuts began to release their considerable load deep inside his own innards, he got the distinct feeling that the Elf was only JUST BEGINNING to toy with him. One orgasm wouldn’t satisfy the devious little creature. Who know what other torments he had in store for him!

Peter’s body shook with intense, mind-shattering climax. This was going to be a long Christmas Night indeed.

THE END.

ARTWORK / STORY: Patrick Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion

PETER GOLDMAN, GHOSTBOY, and all other characters are © Copyright and TM 2023, Patrick Fillion / Class Comics Inc. All rights reserved.