Max's Xmas story (Patreon)

(story from an old christmas upload hope you like) 

"Awake!"

Max's eyes opened slowly, still disorientated from whatever had taken his consciousness earlier, but it was quickly pushed aside as his agent training kicked in and he surveyed his situation.

He was in some kind of wooden hut, minimally furnished and few things lying around aside from slightly damp hay, definitely nothing for makeshift weaponry. A door was a few feet away and there seemed to be nothing barring his passage to it. It seemed too easy, whatever had rendered him unconscious surel would have more in store for him...

So cautiously, he got up, hunched low in case he was in the firing line of some kind of trap, and made his way to the door.

"Hello Max! Don't leave just yet!"

Max whizz round to face the deep voice. A red hooded figure of rotund proportions and flowy white beard was sat where Max had just got up from. "Where did he come from?!" Max thought. There was no other exit and anyone of this size would have made their presence known on Max's first survey.

"Whatthe? Where did you...?" Max blurted. He had only just realised that he had stopped walking to the door, in fact his legs seemed stuck to the spot every time he thought about leaving the hut.

"Why I've been here all the time, waiting for my toy to wake up! Now let's see you undressed shall we?"

"Toy?!!? I'm nobody's toy!" he retorted, "Whaaa..??!" was all he could exclaim as his arms started to unzip his charcoal leather jacket. His body seemed to be moving regardless of what he wanted. He couldn't stop himself even as his own hands slid his boxers, the last piece of his dignity, down his tanned and smooth muscular calves.

Max flushed red at the humiliation, standing in front of a stranger completely naked.

"Very good!" Said the man in red, stroking his beard in glee. "Now stand like a star! My artist needs a perfectly still canvas!"

Max's limbs stretched outwards, he tried to will his arms down but to no avail. He just stood there grumbling in full display in front of this red figure. With all the might of his will all he could muster was a barely registerable quiver.

His struggles were interrupted by a rather hard intrusion to his rear. It was enough to override the unmoving command as he gasped softly. It was long, cylindrical, cold and more importantly, it was slowly rotating in his tight hole. He could feel something warm squirting from the rotating object which tingled as it slowly cooled and spread over the interior surfaces of his passage.

The red figure stared long and hard at Max's crotch. All the action to his ass had the desired effect on his member as he could feel it standing proudly. A hand that was out of Max's view started working his member bringing him near the edge and then stopped before he could cum. Max was so frustrated, mind reeling from his denied orgasm, his ass still being ravaged by the rotating cylinder. Something warm and tingly was then slathered on his member and balls which quickly hardened, freezing his cock in full mast.

Once the cock coating had hardened, the cylinder in his ass retreated fully exposing a permanently open back passage. If Max could look down he would see that his cock resembled a stick of white candy with a red stripe twisting around it.

Through the uncomfortable feeling of his candycane cock and his hard, open passage he could feel something cold being stroked over his feet leaving a layer of something cold and wet on his skin, and the back and forth strokes gradually rose up his legs and around his candycane and over his sixpack, along his arms and shoulders and finally the figure that was painting him came into view as the short green elfen creature brought the paintbrush to Max's face and painted a layer of fleshtone latex over the cheeks.

He was left to stand there as the latex tightened around his body, drying to a pinkish sheen. Then the creature reappeared to add more layers of latex.

Max lost all track of time beginning to enjoy the feeling of the latex drying and tightening over his skin, body still locked in the spread-eagle pose. The elf finally dabbed a few brown blobs on his face and left the hut.

Max then heard the sound of a sleighbell ringing and his body was released from the pose he was locked in.

His movement was stiff from all the layers of latex paint but he could finally see what had been done to him. His torso, shoulders and upper leg were painted to look as if he were wearing a very tight green tshirt and shorts.

His elbows and knees were painted in glossy fleshtones and made to look like marionette joints and looked scarily like they were like joints of a puppet.

He tried to grab at the latex layer on his chest in an effort to tear the paint off but his fingers were too stiff and his hands just slid over the painted layer like teflon.

He looked down at his hands to see them made to look as if he were wearing tight green glove, but his fingers were stuck together like he was wearing mittens.

His feet were more extremely painted so his toes were completely covered to look like shiny green latex socks.

He looked up at the red figure who was still sitting all this time but now he noticed that the man was not wearing trousers, his white beard flowing around the man's excited throbbing member.

Max wondered why he wasn't more angry at what had been done to him but all he could do was stare fixated at the man's cock.

He could feel the corners of his mouth pull into a wide grin, his eyelids pulling making the eyeballs almost pop out giving him a manic gaze.

His arms stiffened as his hands rose up on what he felt were strings attached to his wrists.

His body lurched forward towards the man, against his will, moving to all intents and purposes like a marionette.

As he stood stiffly right in front of the red man, Max twisted around and the man picked him up by his sides. Max retained his stiff pose as the man positioned his rod on Max's open hole and had Max sit on his beard covered lap. Whatever had coated Max's bottom made it easy to slide the shaft into the passage.

The man grabbed his golden sleighbell and gave it a shake.