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Cock-Ring Christmas

For Skywolfdude

By Draconicon

Swift had to admit, Christmas season was one of the worst times for delivery-men such as himself. Those getting their packages were slow to gratitude, and most of them were flat-out angry that their packages came so near to the holidays, rather than earlier in the month. The caline honestly wished to tell them that they should have ordered their goods earlier, but saying such a thing would likely get him fired after someone lodged a complaint about it. Some might have said that it was the season of giving. He called it the season of 'suck it up and take it.'

The blue-and-white furred delivery-man hopped back into his truck, shaking his head as he put the heat on. The temperature outside was dropping fast, with snow on the way. He doubted that it was going to get any better before the end of his shift, but he did hope that he would be able to get home before the skies started dumping snow-bukkake all over the place.

Still shaking his head, he turned to the bag of packages at his side. One paw went inside, rooting around.

"Hmm...not many left..."

Just about four, to be precise. He pulled them out, checking them one by one. Two were a neighborhood over, but not that far. Another was for the street just adjacent to this one, and the fourth -

To me?

Admittedly, it was the smallest of the packages, and he was pretty sure that it was just a random gift, but at the same time, it was rather weird to have something addressed to him. After all, his house wasn't anywhere near his route - which was part of the reason he was worried about beating the snow home - but it was addressed to him, right down to having his middle name included in the mailing box.

Weird...

Fighting the temptation to open it then and there, Swift put it back in the bag and kept the other gift packages in his lap. He turned the key and started driving. Curiosity would wait until after he'd finished his work.

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The last three packages ended up being worse than all the others combined, and the caline's ears, tail, and whiskers were drooping as he dragged himself back into his truck. He groaned as he pulled the door shut, kicking up the heat as some snow melted along the back of his head, and the ice and cold water slithered down into his shirt, soaking into his fur and his uniform.

"Stupid kids."

And buildings, and snow falling from rafters, and shouting customers. Holding onto the Christmas spirit was getting harder and harder with each passing delivery, and only the fact that he was almost done with his shift helped him keep his head on his shoulders.

That, and the strange package that sat beside him.

The caline looked down at it with an eyebrow raised, wondering what could have been sent to him. It was a smaller package, so he doubted that it was a game or something like that. There was no real weight to it, either, so it wasn't a car part or something else that might have been useful if mis-gifted. He shrugged.

Should wait until I'm off the clock...but what the hell, it's Christmas.

He ripped the package open, leaning back and pulling his tight shirt a little closer around him. It covered him well, but it was thin, hard to hold together, and it - plus his shorts - meant that it was hard to keep warm. Even with thick fur, there was only so much body heat that could be maintained.

As the package came apart, though, he blinked, reaching inside and pulling out a rather strange metal ring.

"The hell..."

He turned it around. It was too big for fingers, thumbs, or even the fat paw toes that he had down at his feet. Too narrow, though, for ankles or wrists...

Oh, come on...

Swift blushed, having some idea of what it was supposed to be for. He looked at it again, and then slowly glanced down to his crotch.

Well...if it's a joke...might as well get it over with.

Feeling thankful that his truck didn't have the old style of one door being missing at all times, the caline pulled open his shorts and let his bits fall out. His balls were a hell of a lot more noticeable than his cock, that was for sure. The latter was a short little thing, stubby at barely two inches long, even when he pulled at it and got it to grow a little bit. He looked at the ring, and then at himself, and then at the ring again.

Shrugging, he brought it down. He dragged his balls through the steel band first, knowing that it would never fit even with his short length if he went with his dick first. He got them situated, and while his dick was still trying to harden further, he pushed it down under the band and tugged it through.

Just looks silly, he thought, seeing how it pushed his balls forward even more and didn't do a thing to make his cock bigger. He sighed, reaching down to take it off -

"NNGH!"

Only to grunt as the metal band suddenly seemed to tighten around the base of his cock and balls. The ring was definitely thinner, he realized when he looked at it closer. Probably at least half an inch lost in diameter, somehow. He stared at it, and then gasped as it started to vibrate, buzzing slowly. A tingle began to spread through his crotch, making his cock throb all the harder, bouncing, and he bit his lips to keep from making too much sound.

Grasping the edges of his seat, the caline felt the tingles spread through his cock. They were almost like a feeling of pins and needles, except less painful and more...pleasurable, like the little shock feelings that pulsed through him when he was right on the edge of cumming. The caline thrust forward a few times, grinding along the edge of his seat in response to all the stimulation, and he blushed at how hard he felt, how needy he was.

He gritted his teeth as the tingles got stronger, pushing up and down his cock almost like some sort of masturbating tool, except that there was nothing there. Swift slowly pulled a shaking hand from the side of his seat, reaching down for the cock ring -

"MMMPH!"

Only for a sudden shock of pleasure to go through him, splintering outwards from the ring and his cock to the rest of his body. He gasped, his breathing getting faster, more ragged in response.

When he calmed down, when he was able to open his eyes, he looked back at his cock and stared.

It...it was growing.

Not super fast, or super huge, yet, but it was definitely getting bigger. He could see the way that it twitched, something he almost never did with how tiny it was. It had to be an inch longer already, and every time that it twitched, he swore that it gained a little more. No more than a quarter of an inch per twitch, but with how much his cock bobbed and pulsed and moved, that was more than enough.

He stared at the growing shaft, watching as it more than doubled, then tripled his previous length. For the first time, he had an average-sized cock, and it felt massive between his legs. Being able to see his own shaft, able to reach down and wrap his hands around it, was something that felt...amazing.

Even as he stroked it, he felt it surging, throbbing beneath his fingers, and the very tip started to shine with dripping pre. Swift was aware that he was sitting in the open, right in his truck, and jerking off, but in that moment, he didn't care. Not enough to stop, at any rate, and that was all that mattered.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. His hand worked his shaft up and down, and each time he did, he felt the surge of another bit of growth. Slower, yes, but no less regular, pulsing until his cock was throbbing and pushing past his hand to a massive extent. He watched as his hand had to stroke further and further, moving further and further from his crotch and out into the open. It had to be visible from the windows, now, he realized, but he couldn't stop himself. He was getting so, so close.

Swift moaned as he felt his orgasm right around the corner, bringing his other hand around his cock. It had to be at least ten inches now, and still growing. Bigger, bigger, harder, heavier. He panted, the weight and heft of the cock in his hands arousing him almost as much as the way that the cock ring continued to buzz and vibrate around him.

Best...Christmas...ever...

He bucked upwards, sure that he was about to cum...but he didn't. He stroked faster, rubbing his pre-slick palm around the head of his cock, but that didn't work, either. The caline reached down, playing with his balls, stroking his cock faster, rubbing his fingers into the sensitive spot just under the head...but none of it worked.

Whimpering, he pulled his hands back, his entire body shaking as he stared at the monster cock that was sticking out from his crotch. It had to be over a foot long now, and still throbbing, still oozing. The tip actually pressed into one of the gaps in the steering wheel, like a blocking rod, and he blushed as he realized just what a predicament he was in. His cock could literally be a driving hazard, now.

But...but...

It was still throbbing, still feeling so needy, so sensitive. He could feel the vibrations of the car engine through the wheel, feel the buzzing right against his cock tip. It was driving him mad, leaving him panting, dripping, shuddering.

I'm right on the edge...right there...why...why can't I cum?

He groaned, grimaced, shivered at the feeling of denied pleasure. He wanted to cum, needed to cum...but he couldn't. Even as he reached down to the cock ring again, he could feel it preparing another shock, and he pulled his hands back again. More size was the last thing he needed...even if some part of him wanted it.

He couldn't even pull his pants back on, his cock too big, too hard for him to fit it back into the tight shorts that they'd given him. Swift groaned, blushing as his situation came crashing down on him.

Okay...most awkward Christmas ever... he thought, realizing that he'd have to drive home naked, and with his new, huge dick propped up against his chest so that it didn't block the steering wheel. Oh, this is gonna be fuuuuuuuuun...

The End