I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was away for the holidays, but Santa was sending me video directly from my living room – and he looked more fit than ever!

When I left a USB drive last year with some of my hypnosis tracks, instead of the usual of milk and cookies, I never expected him to actually listen to my recordings! I mean, the man keeps pretty busy overseeing the assembly of all the gifts he delivers.
Yet there he was, right in front of my Christmas tree and unbuttoning his Santa jacket to reveal just how much he had transformed this past year.

It felt incredibly exciting to have helped Santa get in shape, and I could only theorize that this was his way of thanking me. Or had I left him the wrong drive? I had several I gave out that year to potential good boys and pups.

I suppose it didn’t matter. He was there, sending me a special video. I suppose it was best that way, to not wake my family, but how I wished I could have seen this magical man in person. If I couldn’t, this was the next best thing.Still, I was NOT prepared for what Santa did next… he pulled down his pants!

Yes, Santa was completely showing off for Me! He brushed his beard out of the way to show me his well-developed pecs, then turned around so I could better see the glutes he had developed. Was “Work That Ass for Coach” one of the files I had included? I couldn’t even remember, but even with a small desire to please Coach, this was more than I expected.

Focusing on stroking his cock must have made Santa start to go into trance, as my words echoed in his subconscious. He soon was drifting off and needing to find a seat to relax.

As a pogonophile, I was a bit disappointed to see Santa shaved his beard. I would have to make sure he had some of my other tracks, like “Into a Musclebear” and ” Werewolf Muscle,” to encourage the growth of that hair along with that muscle.After a bit, he stood up with newfound energy, that dick throbbing more than ever, and came! He slipped on his pants then grabbed his bag, jacket and beard inside, before disappearing up the chimney. And then, the live video had ended with no proof – at least, nothing but a sticky table I would feel when I got home. I wonder what happens if you lick Santa’s magical cum?