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Over and over. Every night.

“Just imagine all our elves out there and how they’re touching themselves, wishing they were as lucky as you.” @SantaCEO spanks @SantaBabyBoy without breaking his rhythm.

Yes. Yes, I do wish that.

It’s getting difficult to breathe and my hand is cramping, but I don’t care. There’s no way I’m stopping now.

I keep up with them as they build and build to a frenzied pace.

@SantaBabyBoy loses it first. He shoots on the floor, his release spilling without even touching his own dick. @BigNickEnergy is right behind, his balls pulsing in time to his shouts as he pours himself down @SantaBabyBoy’s throat.

When, finally, @SantaCEO is satisfied his playmates have been taken care of, he withdraws with a primal roar. A stream of white cream launches from the heavy, purple head of his straining cock. He paints @SantaBabyBoy’s back, turning him into a work of modern art with the splatters.

As he does, something happens to me.

An echo of his ecstasy rips through my body, tightening all my muscles and making me scream.

I’m coming with them. There’s no doubt.

I’m shaking, moaning, humping the air as if even one of them were here to make this fantasy reality.

The men regroup as I try to do the same. @SantaCEO rubs his mark into @SantaBabyBoy’s skin as @BigNickEnergy falls to his butt and braces himself on straight locked arms behind himself.

@SantaCEO orders @BigNickEnergy, “Wrap this up. We have a shower to take.”

What, no waterproof camera?

A zing of reverberating pleasure shoots through me. Could I do this again so soon?

I’m distracted from attempting it by the other two talking to the audience in the chat.

@BigNickEnergy: Don’t forget. We’re going to break our own rules to give you what you’ve been begging for. Since you far surpassed our top-tier goal for the night, we’ll share one verynaughty elf from the audience on camera on the night before Christmas Eve.

@SantaBabyBoy: If you’re looking to collaborate, you have until midnight tonight to get those applications in. Male or female, anyone is welcome to throw their name in the hat.

Just because I click the link they drop at the speed of one of those old-fashioned metal disc sleds careening down an icy mountain doesn’t mean I intend to do it.

I just want to see what it’s all about, okay?

CHAPTER 4

Ivy

Get your stocking stuffed and your wallet fattened!

Holy crap! Being a cam guest means getting offandgetting rich?

That’s a heck of a lot of zeros. Plus they’re giving the lucky elf they select all the tips from the stream. Those alone from tonight’s performance were more than I make in six months at the coffee shop. And I suspect for a marketing event like this, it’ll be a much bigger deal.

If I did it, next year would be different. I could finally level up, afford a real home, and adopt a pet of my own. With one extra-spicy experience under my belt, maybe I'd finally have the confidence to admit my crush on my favorite customers.

Is it possible they’d be into that? They already admitted they live together.

Look, there are nearly seven hundred people still lingering on the OnlySantas livestream, all of them fawning over these gorgeous men.

It’s not like they’re going to pick me anyway.

I click into the fields on the simple pop-up form. Name. Address. Doctor info. Medical release.

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