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The twitching in his eye just wouldn't go away! But Drake couldn't exactly blame it. He had read and reread the last minute post-Christmas report almost ten times and he still could not believe what he was seeing. While most people forgot about Christmas and the North Pole the moment festive decorations came down, Drake was part of the special few who immediately threw themselves into preparations for the [I]next[/I] festive season.

Like the others who had been offered the magical contracts, Drake had spent hours on the flight to the North Pole fantasising about how much better life would be working for Santa Inc. At 26 years old, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Naturally, everyone knew Santa Claus was just a symbolic mascot, that presents were really delivered by some of the most advanced technology ever conceived on planet Earth, and that elves didn't exist, but Drake had looked forward to life without the petty, unnecessary, immature antics that plagued the lives of just about every single sentient creature in the corporate world.

Oh how wrong he had been. If the report was to be believed, and it was, the morons down in Transport & Maintenance ended up with a quarter ton of radioactive waste material leftover from CPDD, or Christmas Present Delivery Day. And the best part? It was still there! In neatly stacked barrels no less.

That was close to insane! If the auditors found out his head would be rolling across the floor like a football. Drake pushed himself back on his chair and sighed. He had been sick of his life as the chief director of a management firm back home, and when Christmas Agents offered him this contract he had been certain it would be a change for the better.

After all, the North Pole did boast facilities that put Google's Googleplex to shame. Hidden by wintery magic in the North Pole was actually the massive, [I]massive[/I] central corporate headquarters of all Santa Inc. To cope with the eternal winter and isolation from family and friends, Drake had been promised six-star accommodations, indoor beaches, astronomical paycheques, and even a personal assistant.

And Drake got it all. In truth, he was probably being extremely selfish. He was essentially doing the same job, but with a heck lot more perks that he previously had, especially the personal assistant part. Oh sure he had a personal assistant on call every second of the day back on the mainland. But here...

"Does Mr Drake need a massage?" cooed a slow, masculine baritone from behind him. Drake felt the hairs on his neck prickling in excitement as that deep, manly voice rippled across him, oozing with chocolate and raw testosterone. A massive, furry hand came down from behind, dipping its way into the jacket of Drake's suit. "You are just [I]so[/I] tense today."

Rudolf Rednose was designed to seduce, there was no other explanation for it. Drake remembered his first day in Santa Inc. He and the other newbies had been ushered off the private jet, separated, and directed to the various offices where they would be spending most of their time. Drake had been kept waiting in a tiny, yet professionally furnished waiting room for nearly an hour, left to imagine what life would be like in an organisation more powerful than the CIA.

And then Rudolf came in for introductions, and Drake was blown off his chair into the next day.

Okay, perhaps that was exaggerating, but Drake had been struck dumb at the sight of his new personal assistant. They had all been told the stories that Santa Inc kept huge, anthropomorphic reindeer in the headquarters, but seeing one for the first time blew his mind away.

Rudolf was a reindeer alright, a massive, hulking reindeer with the body of a human but the head and horns of the animal and a bright red nose-muzzle that glowed with its own light.

A Mullet-Mohawk hybrid of dirty blond hair, impressive branching antlers, olive-green eyes, shoulders broad enough for Drake to sit on, powerful arms that threatened to rip the sleeves of his three piece business apparel, pecs that bulged under his too-tight dress shirt, and massive hands made for strangling lions. Rudolf had mostly dark brown fur, but the fur on his underside was a soft cream. And, unlike the reindeer he so resembled, he also wore large shoes, indicating the lack of hooves and the presence of toed, furry, human feet.

Unlike the personal assistant role Rudolf was meant to play, the reindeer made the first move against the dumbstruck human. Drake had managed a swallow as the herculean assistant approached him, columns of pure, hard muscle shifting like mountains under his trousers. The way he moved, so slowly and deliberately, almost as if he wanted Drake to watch. And when he came close enough, the reindeer's incredible endowment took his breath away. The suit had almost been designed to seduce, as was evident by Rudolf's semi hard prick bulging out before his very eyes.

So close, and towering above him, Drake had estimated Rudolf to be a good 6'1 and probably 280lbs of solid, rock hard muscle. Rudolf had then proceeded to welcome the drooling, almost slobbering Drake, disregarding all office courtesy and occupying all of Drake's personal space. The poor human had gotten so hard it almost hurt, and when Rudolf's bulging crotch pressed against his own, it was all he could do to stop himself from cumming right there and then. But Rudolf had been intense, immediately proceeding to relieve himself of his jacket, exposing a torso so muscled, so chiselled, all the muscles were visible under the extremely tight dress shirt, and then shoving that muscular chest into Drakes face, overwhelming him with his muck and scent.

But that wasn't all; Rudolf worked him to the max, massaging his face with his bulging pectorals, teasing his face with his solid, erect nipples, exploring Drake's toned body with strong, calloused fingers. Drake was going insane and they both knew it, and before long, Rudolf began to flex, his huge 21inch guns ripping the fabric of his sleeves, his bulging pecs bursting free of his shirt, his god like cock tearing itself from its fabric prison. An entire foot of thick, veiny muscle cock had been too much for Drake, and he found his ecstatic screams muffled in Rudolf's furry pecs as he came and came in his own business three-piece.

Later that day, Drake found out that in the years that Christmas had existed; several immortal reindeers had existed as well. One of each was assigned to the top positions in the entire complex. And since Drake's was by far the toughest, he had been given the best one. Drake found out soon enough that his personal assistant was [I]really[/I] personal. Going as far as to sleep with him on the same bed just so his every whim could be catered to. For Drake, it was a dream come true, especially with Rudolf's more... liberal habits.

A strong pinch of a nipple jolted Drake back to reality.

"I think Mr Drake needs some stress relief," Rudolf cooed oh-so-sensually, oh-so-slowly, his other hand coming down to rub Drake's stiff shoulders, "Does Mr Drake want some stress relief?"

Drake fought against turning to look at his personal assistant, trying valiantly to shut his nose from that strong musk, if he didn't resolve the radioactive waste issue ASAP, the auditors would find it, and he would be totally screwed, and not in the good way.

"Not now Rudolf," he stammered out, "T&M screwed up big time and I need to get rid of their evidence, somehow."

But Rudolf was not to be denied. Leaning so close Drake could feel, could taste his warm breath, he spoke again, letting his words roll over his tongue like one would with lust.

"But I've been working out since dinner, Mr Drake." Rudolf half-whispered, running a finger across Drake's leg, "My muscles are just [I]sooo[/I] pumped right now... Did I mention I forgot to put on my clothes? Hmm? I'm just [I]so[/I] hard and so, [I]so[/I] horny right now Mr Drake..."

Rudolf's glowing red nose gave Drake a soft nudge, thrilling and exciting him so hard he nearly forgot about the task at hand.

"Ohh? What's this?" Rudolf exclaimed with mock surprise, a muscular hand dancing its away down to Drake's lap, "I think Mr Drake really needs some stress relief."

Drake had no time to protest as a powerful hand seized his rigid cock; Rudolf was so strong that, despite the fabric, Drake felt as though he had been grabbed naked. His huge cock spewed out an entire squirt of cum, staining all layers of fabric up to Rudolf's hand.

The reindeer giggled, taking a good whiff of his cum-stained hand, "I'll hide the barrels for you later Mr Drake, but first, let's get you to relax."

***

Rudolf Rednose was a stud.

The huge reindeer stood in front of the bathroom mirror, flexing his enormous guns at his reflection, absolutely loving the huge veins throbbing across his biceps. He was getting hard just watching himself.

Fuck yeah he was a fucking stud alright.

He had just finished cleaning up after himself and his boss. Tonight had been a good night, and his ass was still sore as hell from taking so much meat. Drake's cock was fucking [I]massive[/I], at 16 fucking inches, it was the biggest cock in the North Pole, and probably the entire world!

Rudolf was taking longer to clean up as usual, having so much more surface area to cover on his own body, not to mention how cum stuck to fur more than it did to skin. Not that he minded, in all his years of work no one fucked him so well, no one appreciated muscle so well, no one put as much effort as Drake in maintaining personal fitness. Rudolf respected that.

Rudolf made his way across the expansive bathroom, his thick cock swinging from side to side as he walked, even alone Rudolf loved to strut, it was good practise. The marble flooring was warm against his bare feet, the wonders of indoor heating, as Rudolf approached a chair where his sleeping clothes lay. There wasn't much in all due honesty, a simple, bright red penile-thong awaited him. It was a fashion accessory that simply clung to the penis and testicles, much like a fabric condom, no straps around the waist.

Gently, the reindeer hunk slid his semi hard into the p-thong, enjoying every moment of its entry. His cock throbbed with excitement as the thin fabric stretched down its full length, before finally cupping his balls and hugging it in place. Rudolf moaned gently as a small patch of pre began staining the fabric, the pleasure too hard to resist. Originally, Rudolf only wore this in private, but since Drake took up the position of Chief Managing Director, he had been wearing it more and more often during office hours, much to the delight of some of his stalkers, and of course, Drake, even though his boss has yet to publicly admit it.

Oh he was such a tease, anything to get more of that monstercock up his wanting rump. Rudolf pried the bathroom door open, the cool air stiffening his pink nipples. Drake could only gap, as he always did, as Rudolf sashayed his way toward the king-sized bed, treating Drake to a glorious muscle show with all the hip swaying and cock bouncing he could take. Despite the fire burning in his ass, Rudolf pulled it off well.

In fact, Drake was so distracted that when Rudolf brought up the subject of the radioactive waste, it took him almost a full minute to realise what Rudolf was saying.

***

The lower levels usually consisted of massive, industrial sized rooms for housing factories or warehouses. In this case, the warehouse was also surrounded by 10 yards of solid lead to keep the radiation in. Rudolf could see why his boss despised the people down here. All that was needed to remove the evidence was to chuck the barrels down one of the micro black hole generators kept within the god damned warehouse itself, then the engineer crew could begin purging the room and the auditors wouldn't know the difference.

Was it so hard?

Maybe, the staff had claimed their machinery had malfunctioned, but Rudolf wasn't convinced. This happens every year, some sort of problem would arise which required him to come down for some heavy lifting. The crew here simply wanted to see him pumped and sweaty. Rudolf might love exhibiting his perfect musculature and his fantastic endowment, but he didn't like the crew here and he didn't really like getting all pumped and sweaty for them.

Still, the faster he got the job done the faster he could get the hell out of this place. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to just come down in his p-thong, but he was in a hurry and wouldn't stay long, so never mind the idiots furiously abusing their throbbing erections. There was something about the reindeers here that rendered them immune to gamma rays, so Rudolf saw no harm in unscrewing one of the barrels for inspection.

Yep, radioactive waste alright, specifically radioactive sludge from the present delivery systems. The sludge was thick and white, but glowed green. Rudolf screwed the cap back and hefted the barrel across one shoulder, and then hefted another one so he could make fewer trips.

Almost an hour had passed by the time Rudolf began working up a sweat. People in the backroom were starting to hit their climaxes, Rudolf could hear them wailing and screaming. Part of him wanted to take it slow, to give them a good show, but the other half refused, forcing his cock to remain flaccid despite the testosterone rushing through his system.

Back in the backrooms, yet another one of the operators started exploding in his pants, unable to fight the urge any longer. It wasn't every day the biggest, sexiest studmuffin in the entire Santa Inc. came down to haul barrels around for you, and the operator had been abstaining for weeks just for today. So wild was his orgasm that as he flailed uncontrollably, a switch was inadvertently pressed, a lever inadvertently moved.

Over the noise of the micro black hole machine, Rudolf thought he made out the noise of a crane clicking to life. He scowled to himself, so that's what they meant by 'malfunctioning' machinery. There was a loud tapping sound then, from high above him. Rudolf froze for but a split second, and immediately threw himself in another direction, knowing what was coming.

He was a split second too late.

The scream was raw, painful and terrifying. So much so that the operator instantly went limp. His eyes widened in sheer terror as he realised a crane had come to life, swung, and toppled a dozen barrels of radioactive sludge onto Rudolf Rednose, the big boss's squeeze. The under maintained barrels had cracked open, drenching the reindeer with massive amounts of sludge. Rednose was on the floor now, writhing in pain as the sludge burnt into his skin.

"OH FUCK!" The operator screamed, springing from his chair, pants down, and scrambling out of the room for help.

Not that they would be able to help him. As a defensive precaution, the outdated computer AI immediately overrode any attempts to gain entry to the warehouse due to the sudden spike in radiation levels. The crowd outside the door continued to grow as people gathered helplessly, fumbling and confused, unable to decide on the next, proper course of action.

Inside, Rudolf screamed and cried as millions and millions of red hot needles were pushed into his skin. His body would not obey him, he was helpless. The dipshit next door had toppled a dozen barrels of sludge onto him. He was going to die. And he there wasn't anything he can do about it but scream. It was agony, and each passing second caused the agony to burn like a firestorm. He could not move, he could not roll, the ceiling seemed to mock him as he stared, his eyes bloodshot and unblinking. Why? WHY?! What had he done to them! Why did they do this to him! There was no explanation! There was just pain, agony, and rage.

Rage.

Rudolf clenched his teeth, fighting back the fire that burned into his flesh, raw emotions exploded into his head, intensity, pressure, strength, all in his head, his mind.

Rudolf's olive-green eyes vanished as his eyes clenched shut, the radioactive sludge diffusing into his skin, into his very flesh, merging with his cells and DNA. Rudolf gasped, and snapped his lids open.

His eyes turned green, [I]glowing[/I] green. And Rudolf clenched his teeth again, instinctively bracing itself. His red p-thong, soaked with glowing sludge, began hardening, coming to full mast in a matter of seconds. An entire foot of thick, reindeer meat began to swell monstrously, stretching the fabric to its limits. 12 inches became 14, and then 16 as his cock throbbed and throbbed and [I]throbbed[/I]! Giant, snake like veins bulged against the fabric that fought to contain both the growing monster and two swelling testes.

Rudolf's growl turned into a roar as his cock turned so massive his p-thong [I]exploded[/I], bits of wet fabric splattered everywhere as 20 inches of reindeer cock throbbed monstrously, two grapefruit sized testes began working overdrive, flooding Rudolf's body with raw, radioactive power.

A burst of fiery pleasure, and molten steel began forcing its way into Rudolf's massive chest. Expanding, bulging, exploding, Rudolf roared as his pectorals became stronger, harder, burning with newfound strength. His nipples, erect and rock hard, swelled, absorbing its share of radioactive power. His already broad shoulders bulged outwards, becoming wider and thicker than anything else in the world. More muscle took this chance to bulge out against his skin, and Rudolf could only growl as he became stronger and stronger.

Then the fire spread to his arms and legs. Thick cables of muscle began snaking over his already mighty limbs, each one bulging, flexing uncontrollably as mountains of muscle exploded from his quads, fighting for space, fighting to outgrow each other as he trembled on the floor. His arms followed suit, his shoulders swelling past the size of basketballs as his arms hulked out, growing so massive his biceps had biceps.

More sensations assaulted him as his chiselled 6-pack bulged outward, deep crevices became even deeper as each muscle was fuelled by his growth. It wasn't long before his entire abdominal wall hulked out, his 6-pack turning into a fucking titanium brick wall 8-pack.

The pain was bearable now. No, there was no pain. No pain means no gain. It was pleasure. Fucking strong pleasure! Rudolf loved this. His hands were enlarging, becoming more massive with each passing second, veiny, muscular. He brought one arm up and flexed, his mind thrown into chaos as pleasure and power exploded from the mammoth limb. Impossibly huge, he was fucking huge, his pecs were still expanding, still growing, his lats flaring out like wings. His calves were like musclebulls, his quads like redwoods and mountains!

Rudolf brought both arms for a most muscular, his massive chest inflating as his back cracked the floor and let loose a superhuman roar, blasting the room into chaos. Cracks smashed into the walls, barrels went flying, exploding all over the place and covering the room with more sludge. Rudolf felt strong. He felt power. He [I]was[/I] power!

Gigantic hands groped and grabbed at his green fur, worshipping the swelling muscles. He couldn't take it. One hand went back to furiously flogging his cock. The other began fisting his glorious, green, muscle hulk ass. Pressure began to build, it was becoming uncontrollable, Rudolf's hulking form shook with excitement. He wanted to hold it back, it felt so powerful, he wanted more. MORE!

But it was too much. Too much! There was too much!

Rudolf squeezed the head of his cock in a final attempt to hold back his power. The muscular hand grabbing his sensitive head, it was too much!

He roared, roared as his orgasm exploded with the force of a volcano, blowing his hand away from his cock. His pecs bulged into his face as he furiously fucked his cock with both hands, milking it for all its power. Eruption after eruption of glowing white spooge exploded everywhere, covered everything, blowing apart everything in its path.

Rudolf didn't know how long it lasted. He didn't care. His mind was ablaze with raw, testosterone driven emotion. Even as his orgasm began to subside, even as his mind began to cloud, Rudolf knew his body would crave this power, this strength!

He knew he would have to do this again.