At the tentative knock on the door, the large man sitting behind the desk looked up.

"Come in."

Slowly, the door opened.

After several seconds a green and red hat appeared. Its pointed crown would've stood erect, if not for the tiny bell jingling on its tip.

"Come in or stay out, but close the door. You're letting out the heat," the large man growled.

After another few seconds, the door opened to admit a man of small stature dressed in a festive green and red tunic over matching green tights. There were green slippers on his tiny feet, bells attached to the tie of each.

"You wanted to see me, Santa?" the elf said, glancing at the large man in red and white sitting behind the desk. As soon as the frown graced his face, the tiny man looked away.

"I've been expecting you. Shut the door," he rumbled.

The sprite stepped into the room and did as Santa bid.

The larger man shuffled through several papers on his desk until he located the one he was looking for. He glanced up, the expression on his face stern and foreboding. "I have a report here of your activities for the past year."

The elf nervously shifted from foot to foot.

"I heard you've been very naughty this year. . ." the big man said as he scanned the pages he held in his hands. "Seems you've accumulated quite a list."

"There must be some mistake, sir."

The man in red glanced back down. "No mistake. I've checked it, twice."

The elf frowned. "I've been trying, Santa. I really have."

"Trying?" the big man scoffed. "This doesn't look like trying. You've been cited for insubordination numerous times." He shook his head. "Out of uniform, sullen, surliness. . ." Glancing back at the green-clad person fidgeting in front of his desk. "What kind of image is that for an elf to convey?"

"But, the image is the problem, sir."

Santa frowned. "The image?"

The elf hazarded a glance up. "Yessir."

"What's wrong with the image."

The young man frowned back. "It's just so. . .cute."

"And there's something wrong with that?" Santa growled.

"I don't do cute," the sprite said, his frown deepening.

"Oh," Santa said, nodding as he wrote something on the paper.

The elf began fidgeting again.

"You have a problem with 'cute'." Santa looked up as he asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Well, since you asked, sir, there's this outfit. . ."

"What's wrong with the outfit?" the big man thundered in indignation.

"I'm sorry, sir," the elf told him, as he held out his hand in a placating gesture. "I know you picked them out personally, and they reflect a great deal of thought on your part, but. . ." The elf held his arms out to the sides and did a decelerated turn. "There is nothing masculine about a dress and pantyhose."

Santa took in his elf as he moved in a slow rotation in front of him. The green tunic was of heavy silk, reached below the man's narrow waist, half-covering the high, rounded cheeks of his ass. The matching green tights moulded like a second skin and only accentuated the magnificent fullness of it.

Slowly, the paper fell forgotten from Santa's hands. "That outfit looks very masculine to me," the larger man said softly.

"You think?" the elf replied, as he came to a stop once again facing Santa, and smoothed his hands down the front of the tunic he wore ending at its hem. The movement immediately drew the larger man's attention to the bulge there.

"Yes," Santa said tightly. Then, he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "I am very disappointed in you." He continued in a more normal tone as he tapped the paper on the desk with his finger. "We've talked about this kind of thing before, and you promised you'd do better."

The young elf looked contrite. "I know I've been a disappointment, Santa. I am sorry." He paused. "How can I make it up to you?"

The larger man frowned as he pushed himself back from his desk. "Talking about it hasn't done any good."

"I know," the young elf said sadly as he worried at the fullness of his bottom lip with sharp, white teeth. "I'm sorry."

Santa watched in fascination as that luscious bit of flesh ripened into red. "Come here, little elf, and sit on Santa's lap while we discuss an alternative."

The pixie quickly came forward and crawled up onto the offered perch.

The larger man put his arms around his elf and cuddled him close.

"Have I been very bad, Santa?" Elf asked as he rubbed his hand across the hard planes of Santa's heavily muscled chest.

Santa squeezed the sprite's bottom, causing him to yelp. He then soothed it with a loving pat. "Not very bad, little elf. But bad enough."

Elf looked up into Santa's face. "What can I do?"

He frowned in confustion. "Do?"

"To show you how sorry I am, and to make it up to you?"

Santa made a great show of thinking it over, then smiled. "Well, you usually do penance on your knees, Naughty Elf."

It was the elf's turn to smile now. "Right here, Santa?"

"Yes," Santa said, kissing the tip of elf nose.

The little man slid from Santa's lap to the floor. "Between your legs like this?"

Santa's smile widened. "Yes. Like that."

"Now what would you like me to do, Santa?"

The larger man found himself momentarily struck dumb by the mischievously sexy look on Naughty Elf's face.

"Do you like candy canes?" he asked softly.

"Oh, yes, Santa," the elf replied greedily.

He took the elf's hand and placed it on the bulge at his crotch. "I have one for you."

The elf's smile grew more risque. "And you have such a big one, too."

"That just means it'll last a long, long time." Santa's smile became wicked also.

Making the naughty elf blush as he bent his head to start his penance.

Slowly unbuttoning the fly of the red velvet trousers, the slender hands eagerly peeled the material back until it revealed Santa's 'gift' in all its glory. Taking the thick shaft in both hands, the small man leaned forward. Using the very tip of his tongue, he teased the tiny eye he found there, until a single shimmering tear formed at its corner. He caught the moisture before it fell, lapping it up with hungry slurping noises that caused Santa to shift restlessly in his seat and moan as if in pain.

"Did I hurt you, Santa?" the elf asked softly as he peered up at the large man with mockingly serious eyes.

"I have a feeling my Naughty Elf isn't taking his penance seriously," he growled. "If this punishment isn't the kind of repentance you need, maybe Santa should take his little elf across his knee for a different kind of correction."

The big man watched as the expression on the elf's face changed - grew more ingenuous. "No, Santa," the elf said repentantly. "I'm sorry."

And he bent his head once again to his task, this time, less playfully. Now, when he lapped at the tearing eye, it was with the broadside of his tongue and with enough intensity to cause Santa to gasp.

Doing it again to make certain Santa liked it, the elf smiled naughtily to himself. Pausing, to take a deep breath, he pulled the head of Santa's cock into his mouth with one strong slurp and began sucking happily.

Santa gasped again as his eyes seemed to roll back in his head, and he gripped the padded arms of his chair with increasing urgency.

Working his tongue into a scoop, the young imp began to worry at the large vein that pulsed there, pushing against the throb of racing blood.

Santa shifted, trying to direct his imp to take more. The elf relaxed the muscles at the back of his throat and leaned forward, slowly, gently inhaling until he had swallowed his treat whole. With a smile, the young man began to strum, the sound coming from deep within his chest, vibrating outward through the moist heat surrounding Santa's flesh.

Feeling the man above him shift, the elf increased the suction, drawing hard.

Suddenly, he heard Santa's strangled gasp, "No."

And felt strong hands close under his arms, lifting until he sat upon the hard muscled throne of the big man's lap.

Windmilling his arms wildly to regain his balance, the sprite quickly found himself enclosed in a bruising embrace. Soft, yet demanding lips immediately cut off the startled cry and powerful hands gripped the fabric of his tunic just beneath his shoulder blades.

"Santa?" the small man murmured as soon as his lips were freed. But the large man in red only smiled, a chilling smile. The imp felt that smile send an icy trail down his spine only a second before realizing the hands at his back had rent the fabric of his tunic in half leaving his torso naked.

Tossing the ruined uniform aside, Santa reached for the more delicate fabric of the tights, and soon the elf found himself wearing only their tattered remains.

"Santa!" the elf said in shock, but the large man's attention seemed to be on something behind him.

Suddenly, the elf felt the cheeks of his ass parted and a large, slick finger slid between them until it touched the small opening housed there.

"Oh, Santa," the elf purred as he felt the finger insistently pressed deep within him.

Santa reached behind the elf again, and the finger returned, this time with a mate.

"Oh, Santa," the imp whispered as he leaned forward over Santa's shoulder raising his hips high to offer him better access to the dark entrance.

With his free hand, Santa cupped the sprite's heavy sac and rolled it within the palm of his hand.

"Oh, Santa," the elf groaned as he arched his back trying to bring his engorged flesh within the grip of that hot, dexterous hand.

Santa took pity on his imp and complied, sliding his grip from the testicles to cock in one easy glide.

"Oh, Santa!" the elf growled as he arched his back more, his face pointed towards the ceiling, his hands in a steadying grip on Santa's shoulders.

The big man in red watched the expressions play across his elf's face as the small man worked his body forward against the grip of one hand, and back pushing the slickness of the pseudo-cock formed by fingers deep inside his ass.

Sharp, white teeth had begun once again to worry at the ripeness of his imp's lower lip, and a sound began to emit from deep within the elf's chest, when Santa finally took his hands away.

"No!" the sprite whimpered in protest.

"Shh, there's still your penance," he said softly as he moved closer and positioned himself to enter.

The elf smiled down at Santa as he opened his legs as wide as he could in Santa's chair and sat back just as the big man pushed forward.

The wide mushroom of the head of Santa's steel nudged insistently at the tight sphincter ring.

The elf gasped. "Santa's candy cane seems to have grown," he panted.

Santa smiled. "My elf's entrance seems to have shrunk."

"Maybe, if Santa made his elf do penance more often," the smaller man grunted as he began to work his hips, sitting down as Santa controlled his movement with strong hands on his flanks.

"If Santa did penance with his elf as much as his elf wants, there wouldn't be any more candy cane."

Bouncing in short ups and downs while rocking back and forth, the elf felt the heated tip slide inside with a pop and a sharp pain. "Ow."

Santa held him still. "Wait," he growled, fighting himself to keep from surging upward into that welcoming tightness.

The sprite took several relaxing breaths. "Please, Santa," he murmured taking Santa's face between his hands and kissing him hard. "Please, Santa. Please."

Slowly, the big man released his restrictive grip on the narrow hips and let his elf move.

With almost lethargic effort, the sprite worked the bludgeoning battering ram of flesh into his body. The soft tinkling of jingle bells accentuated the humming from sheer pleasure the small man made as he felt it moving within him. Until, at last, the softness of his bottom rested on the rock hardness of Santa's red-clad thighs.

"Shit!" the elf whimpered, as he imagined he felt the pulse of Santa's flesh throb in the center of his chest.

"Mierda!" Santa muttered, as he felt the slickness and the heat surround him. He was so tight. . .then the elf squeezed him with his inner muscles became tighter.

"Chingado!" Santa bellowed as he gripped his elf tightly to his chest and pumped his hips, ramming his rod home.

The elf's cry was lost as Santa's mouth captured his. Then sturdy arms pressed him down while powerful hips countered by pushing up.

Tiny hands gripped red velvet as narrow hips bucked, grinding the elf's cock hard against a heavily-muscled chest.

And they both came with an explosion of light and sound.

Several minutes passed, the only noise in the room that of heavy breathing.

"Are you all right, dulce?"

Justin panted several times before he could utter a soft, "Wow."

His lover laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."

Slipping off the red velvet jacket of his Santa suit, he slipped it around the narrow shoulders just before tossing his 'elf' over his shoulder.

"Paddy! My bottom is sticking out!" young Evers protested as he reached back trying to pull the coat over it.

Choate laughed as he lightly swatted the protruding, rounded flesh before tugging the material down to cover it.

Standing up, the big man headed for the door.

"Paddy!" Justin whispered in dismay. "What if somebody sees?"

Choate laughed again as he pulled his trousers back and closed the top button with his free hand. "Everybody's gone for the holidays, brat. And, besides, Santa has to give his 'elf' his Christmas present."

Justin clutched at he broad back as his lover carried him through the foyer and up the stairs. "I thought he already had."

A chuckle reverberated through Choate's chest. "You think so? Wait."

And Justin moaned in anticipation as his lover carried him into his suite and shut and locked the door.