Chris-mass Part 1 (Patreon)

Krampus teases his sometimes boyfriend, the new Santa Claus, into packing more weight on for a more traditional feel. Enjoy!

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Krampus couldn't believe his luck. Over his long career, there had been many Santas, all his partners in crime, as it were. Or rather, in punishing crime. While Santa got to be the face of the holiday season, the beastly Krampus was always lurking in the shadows, ready to dole out punishment to the truly naughty children- and sometimes, particularly nasty adults, as well. The last Santa had been a disgustingly indulgent old fool, by Krampus' standards, being far too lenient with children and leaving him with hardly any work. But this new Santa was none other than his workout partner- and a friend with many benefits.

First of all, Santa was a polar bear that looked like he could put the reindeer in retirement and pull his own sleigh. He was a monument of masculine, muscular power- brute strength was one of Krampus' favorite aspects to look for in a partner, as Krampus, naturally, played rough.

Ah, but he hated to think of Santa covering up that body in a heavy red coat- the two were discussing Santa's first big run, and Santa, still proud of his bodybuilding career, was not shy to show off any part of himself. His sculpted, barrel-thick legs were powerful enough to crack icebergs, supporting a monumental torso; chiseled abs and a back like an ice wall, with a chest and shoulders like a mountain range. Krampus had already spent many nights wrapped in those powerful, bulging arms… and with this Santa, there was no Mrs. Claus to confuse things. All the better- between Santa's legs was a hell of a sack and a throbbing, girthy specimen, a Christmas present he had unwrapped many times before.

But the bodybuilding polar bear had already done much for Krampus- the demonic beast had just as an impressive physique, with gigantic arms corded with thick muscle, able to carry his massive sackcloth bag filled with entire birch trees. His back was as wide as Santa's sleigh, and his heavy hooves cracked the ground beneath him if he wasn't careful. That said, Krampus couldn't help but tease Santa.

The dark beast draped his massive arm over the bear's equally broad shoulders. Both of them, enjoying the other's company, had foregone any pants- every part of their sculpted legs on display, and their manhood. Krampus closed the space between them, pressing himself against Santa's third leg, a turgid and bulging shaft. "Pity you can't dress like this… but then, it's my job to scare the children."

Santa chuckled. "What, you think I'm scary?'

"Well, intimidating perhaps…" Krampus smirked, already seeing Santa sweat.

"That's no good- I mean, I don't want to mess up on my first night. What's scary about me?"

"You're not exactly cuddly, are you? I mean," Krampus patted Santa's thighs. "Sitting on your lap is like sitting on a clifftop."

Santa looked at him, blinking with incomprehension.

Krampus wrapped his arms around the bear's thick middle, both of their shafts growing stiff and rigid as they grinded against each other, and their pecs mashed up tight. "You're not soft enough. What did you think all those milk and cookies are for?"

"I- I thought I got the job because the powers that be wanted a more health conscious Santa…"

Krampus laughed loudly. "They always say that, but what do you think the children want? And what about what I want?" The demonic beast's hands wrapped tightly around Santa's meaty glutes. "Maybe I want some love handles for our next… play session."

"I… I guess I could go on a bulking session around the holidays…"

Krampus purred, the tip of his throbbing spear poking Santa in the lower abdomen. "Allow me to get you started and whet your appetite, with something rich and creamy…"