Chapter 59 ROLE PLAY
Julian's eyes darkened, a possessive smirk curling his lips. He was Eli's husband, after all, and the thought of their shared boy playing these games ignited that familiar fire. “Sounds like he needs two Santas to teach him a lesson.”
Julian shed his work clothes quickly, stepping into the Santa suit. The red velvet clung to his dominant build, making him look every bit the jolly punisher.
Together, they climbed the stairs, boots thudding softly on the wood.
In the bedroom, Eli knelt waiting, eyes lighting up at the sight of two Santas filling the doorway. “Ho ho ho,” Julian rumbled, his voice deep and teasing. “What's a naughty boy like you doing on your knees?”
Eli bit his lip, playing into the role with shy enthusiasm. “Mr. Santa Claus,” he started, voice soft and pleading as he crawled forward on all fours. “I've been so bad this year—sneaking peeks, touching myself thinking of you. Please, can I still have a gift? I'll do anything.” He reached the foot of the bed, looking up at them with wide eyes, the onesie's fluff making him look deceptively innocent.
Anton crossed his arms, Santa beard itching slightly but adding to the fun. “Anything, huh? Prove it. Show us that naughty side.”
Eli's hands trembled as he turned, presenting his ass. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached back and unzipped the flap, the sound loud in the quiet room. His cheeks parted, hole winking invitingly, already slick from anticipation. “See? Easy access for good Santas to punish bad boys.”
Julian stepped forward first, his cock hardening under the Santa pants as he palmed Eli's exposed ass. “Convince me, boy. Beg properly.”
Eli arched his back, pushing into the touch. “Please, Santa—fill me up, fuck my tight hole, make me your cum slut. I've been dreaming of your cocks stretching me, owning me. Give me the gift of your loads deep inside.” His words tumbled out dirty and desperate, cheeks burning, but the submission thrilled him.
That did it. Anton moved behind Eli, unzipping his own Santa pants to free his thick cock, still semi-hard from the store but swelling fast.
He spat into his palm, slicking the length before pressing the head against Eli's entrance. “Naughty boy. Santa's delivering early.” With a firm push, he breached the ring, Eli's hole yielding with a gasp. Inch by inch, Anton sank in, the tight heat clenching around him like a vice. Eli moaned, fingers digging into the rug as the stretch burned sweetly, his body opening for the invasion.
Julian, not one to be left out, unzipped his pants and gripped Eli's hair, guiding his mouth to the throbbing cock. “Open up for Santa's other gift.”
Eli's lips parted eagerly, tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum before sucking the head in. He bobbed shallowly at first, adjusting to the dual assault, but soon found a rhythm; ass rocking back onto Anton's thrusts, throat relaxing to take Julian deeper.
Anton set a steady pace, hips snapping forward to bury his cock balls-deep in Eli's ass. The onesie framed the action perfectly, the unzipped flap flapping with each impact, Eli's cheeks reddening from the slaps of skin on skin.
“Fuck, your hole's gripping me so tight,” Anton groaned, hands spreading Eli wider for deeper angles. He hit that spot inside, prostate taking the pounding, sending jolts of pleasure up Eli's spine. Eli's muffled cries vibrated around Julian's shaft, saliva dripping down his chin as he slurped and sucked, hollowing his cheeks to milk the length.
Julian fucked Eli's throat with possessive grunts, watching his husband's face contort in bliss. “That's it, take Santa's cock down your greedy throat. You're ours tonight.”
The room filled with wet sounds… the squelch of Anton's dick slamming into Eli's slick hole, the gluck-gluck of Eli gagging on Julian, heavy breathing and moans. Eli's own cock strained against the onesie, leaking pre-cum into the fabric, untouched but throbbing with need.
Sweat beaded on their brows under the Santa hats, the costumes adding a layer of filthy holiday kink. Anton reached around, unzipping the front of Eli's onesie just enough to free his dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Gonna make you cum like this, pet—stuffed full at both ends.” Eli whined, body trembling as the dual stimulation built. His ass fluttered around Anton's cock, the veined shaft dragging against sensitive walls, pounding relentlessly.
But they weren't done. After minutes of this, Anton pulled out with a wet pop, Eli's hole gaping briefly, pink and fluttering. “Switch,” he said to Julian, voice husky. Julian withdrew from Eli's mouth, strings of spit connecting them, and they traded places seamlessly.
Eli panted, face messy, as Julian positioned behind him. “My turn to wreck this ass,” Julian growled, slamming in without warning. Eli cried out, the thicker girth stretching him anew, Julian's thrusts immediately harder, more possessive… claiming what was his.
Anton took Eli's mouth, feeding him the cock fresh from his ass, the musky flavor making Eli moan. “Taste yourself on me, naughty slut.” Julian's hips pistoned like a machine, cock spearing deep, balls slapping Eli's taint. He grabbed the onesie's flaps, using them like handles to yank Eli back onto him, the fabric bunching and tearing slightly in his grip. Weaponized indeed; the costume became a tool for their dominance, keeping Eli exposed and controlled.
Eli was lost in it, body rocking between them, every nerve alight. Julian's free hand spanked his inner thighs lightly, the sting making Eli clench and sob around Anton's dick. “Cum for us, naughty boy, show Santa how much you want that gift.” The command tipped him over; Eli's orgasm hit like a wave, cock pulsing in Anton's fist, spurting cum onto the rug in thick ropes. His ass spasmed wildly around Julian, milking him.
Julian followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding Eli's guts with hot cum, pulse after pulse painting his walls white. “Take it all, Santa's filling you up.” He pulled out slowly, cum leaking from the stretched hole, which gaped open, a wrecked O dribbling seed down Eli's thighs. Anton thrust a few more times into Eli's slack mouth before erupting, cum shooting down his throat, overflowing to coat his lips.
They didn't stop there. Julian flipped Eli onto the bed, the onesie half-unzipped and rumpled, and Anton joined, taking turns again. Anton slid back into the cum-slick ass, fucking the mess deeper, while Julian straddled Eli's chest, pinching his nipples through the fabric.
“More, Santas—please,” Eli begged weakly, voice hoarse, but his body arched for it. They wrecked him thoroughly: switching holes, pounding until Eli came twice more, dry and shuddering, reduced to a boneless cum slut sprawled in the sheets.
His hole was a ruined mess by the end, gaping wide as cum oozed out in steady streams, pooling beneath him. The onesie was stained and torn at the seams, a testament to their play. Eli lay there, panting, utterly spent and glowing, as Anton and Julian shed their costumes and pulled him into their arms.
“Best gift ever,” Eli whispered, drifting off in their possessive holds.