Curtis leaned forward on his bed, concentrating intensely at the video game on the screen before him.  The young fox was around eight years of age with red fur and blonde hair, dressed in a set of blue felt pajamas.

It was the night before Christmas and well past his bedtime, but he didn't care, and neither did his parents.  In fact, the little fox had gotten away with a lot of things in his life from how he'd been enabled by his parents.  Even now he knew that there would be a bunch more expensive presents from his parents waiting for him under the tree in the morning.

What's more there would be a bunch of other kids who would bring their new toys to school when it started up again, and he always liked to take his pick from the best ones on the playground.  He usually got away with it, too, as all he had to do was start crying and blame the kids he was bullying for taking HIS toys and they were punished instead.

Santa?  That was a sissy fantasy for poor kids.  Even if there was a Santa, he'd still get presents from his parents, so it didn't matter if he was naughty or not.  And what would that tub of lard do to him if he was?  The worst he could do was leave a stocking full of coal, right?

Curtis was suddenly distracted as he heard a loud thump on the roof, causing him to jump as his tail puffed out.  After a moment, he heard something that sounded like hoofsteps on the roof, and…Were those sleigh bells?

Suddenly excited, he quickly and quietly crept out of his room as he headed towards the stairs.  Maybe Santa was real after all…No doubt delivering coal if he was, but perhaps if he was caught in the act, he could convince him to give him a real present instead.

As he tiptoed downstairs and into the living room, there was no one to be found, however, much less the jolly fat man he was expecting.  He stepped a little closer into the open, confused as he looked around.

"Santa?" he finally ventured.  It was then he was grabbed roughly from behind, yelping as multiple hands tore at his pajamas before he was thrown naked onto the floor.  It was then he found that rather than Santa, he sat in the middle of five muscular and very well-endowed reindeer.

"Wha…What's going on?!" Curtis asked, starting to get a little scared.

The reindeer wore little more than leather chest harnesses and peaked caps, ropes, cuffs, and other restraints hanging from the belts they wore.  One of them was slightly taller than the others and appeared to be the leader as he stepped forward, stretching a long leather whip between his hooves.

"Sorry, kid, but Santa's not coming this year; instead, he sent us!  The name's Flogger, and this is Bonder, Chainer, Leasher, and Lasher!" he introduced himself and the others.  "We're the Chaindeer, and any of Santa's reindeer that get out of line have to answer to us!"

"Bu…But I'm not…" Curtis tried to protest before Flogger drew back, cracking his whip loudly over his head as he squealed, covering his sensitive ears and trembling at the loud noise.

"Did I say that you could talk?!" he demanded as he came over and yanked the small fox up by the scruff of his neck.  "Now, as I was saying, that's what our job usually is…But you and many other cubs have been so naughty for so long that our boss has finally decided coal isn't enough.  So he decided to stop giving you guys so many chances and decided if nobody else can make you be nice, we get to be naughty!

"So now we get to take the naughty cubs on our list back to the stables at his workshop and train them to be nice slaves…Then next year, if you've learned your place, you'll be thrown into Santa's bag and delivered as a gift to a suitable owner.  They'll be sure to make sure you're nice and submissive forever!" Curtis started to squirm in his grip, pleading in a desperate plea for his freedom.

"W-Wait!  I-I'll be g-g-good, I promise!  I'll go to b-bed r-right now an…" Flogger cut him off as he slammed a fist into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as he was thrown to the floor once more as he curled up and gasped for air.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that!  But we have some good news, too; we've decided you get to be one of the special cubs who'll help pull our sleigh!  Go ahead, boys, we have to make sure he looks the part!" he told his companions as they descended upon him.

The first restraint they forced on him was a tight red leather body harness adorned with many sleigh bells.  These were accompanied by matching wrist and ankle cuffs and collar as well as an antler headband and a candy-striped chastity cage over his little sheath.  The reindeer began laughing at the sight of the cub as they finished gearing him up.

“Hehe, he looks just like that little slut Rudolph did when he was first sent to us for trying to fool Santa with that fake nose!” one of the reindeer chimed in as Curtis felt his cheeks burning as tears started to sting his eyes at the humiliation.

“M-Mom!  Dad!” he started to cry out, but the reindeer just laughed harder at his cries for help.

“That’s not gonna help, kid,” Flogger told him.  “You see, we brought some of Santa’s elves to help us, and they already used the Sandman’s sleeping sand on them; they won’t even wake up if something blew up down here!  Then, after we leave, they’ll use their magic and erase every trace of your life...Neither your parents or anyone else who knew you will even know you existed by tomorrow!” he explained as he pulled him up before pulling his arms behind his back, crossing his wrists before his cuffs were padlocked firmly in place.  Some rope was then wrapped around the middle of his tail and secured to the cuffs to keep it out of the way.

“There we are...Almost ready to get you hooked up to the sleigh for the rest of the route, still have half the globe to cover before we get you back to the stables, after all...But first, I think it’s time we broke you in!” Flogger continued.  Before Curtis could ask about what he meant, he grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him forward roughly as he shoved his swollen cock into his mouth.  He pulled the small fox forward until he started gagging on the meaty pole as one of his companions approached with a large bottle of something.

The other reindeer poured some of the liquid in the bottle over two fingers before starting to rub it around his tailhole, shoving his fingers inside as he started to stretch it out some as well.  Curtis flinched at the cold liquid at first before his eyes got wide as it started to burn.  He started struggling, trying to pull away from Flogger’s meaty cock and free his hands and tail, but his restraints and Flogger’s firm grip kept him in place.

“Ahh, what’s the matter, don’t like our peppermint lube?  Well, you’re going to learn to like it by the time we’re finished with you!  Santa might be satisfied with milk and cookies, but we prefer a nice piece of juicy fuckmeat!”  the reindeer behind him commented.  He then slathered some more lube on his cock before spreading the young fox's ass cheeks and ramming it inside him.

The two reindeer began to brutally fuck his mouth and ass, not letting up until they came inside him.  The little fox had no reprieve as two more of the reindeer immediately took over fucking him.  After all five of them had thoroughly stuffed his stocking from both ends, he was barely conscious.  Covered in cum and sweat and his belly somewhat bloated from all the jizz he'd swallowed and taken in the ass, he was a wreck.

The night was only beginning for him, it seemed as Flogger then yanked him to his feet by his collar, dragging him over to the fireplace and knocking on the back.  In response, a long chain with a hook dangled down the chimney from above.  The lead reindeer wrapped it around Curtis a few times before giving it a hearty tug.

The next thing Curtis knew, he was suddenly being pulled straight up the chimney to the roof.  As he emerged into the cold night air, he found there was a large sleigh resting in the snow on the roof.  It was very different from Santa's own sleigh as it was made of sleek black metal with large leather padded seats in the sleigh.

In the back of the sleigh, there was a huge leather bag, though it was clear it wasn't presents in there; from the way the bag rustled and moved, Curtis could tell it was likely stuffed with more bound and helpless cubs taken from their homes.  In front of the sleigh, several cubs in similar reindeer gear were chained securely to the front of it in order to pull it on its way.

There was an assortment of elves on the roof with their red-and-green attire and pointy ears and hats.  As they finished pulling him up on the roof, they added the finishing touches as a bit gag was forced into his mouth, the red leather straps tightening over the top and bottom of his muzzle to keep it in place.  As it was secured, he found the bit on the gag was actually made out of candy cane.  He soon found that although the sweet taste was a welcome addition, it had the side effect of causing him to drool over himself over time.

Another elf then threw some sort of shimmering powder over him from a pouch.

"There we go…This magic powder will keep you awake and keep you from freezing out here as well as temporarily granting you the power of flight; you'll need them to pull this sleigh around!" the elf informed him as he pulled him to the front of the sleigh, chaining him in place next to a smaller mouse girl.

The elves made way, soon departing through a magic portal as the reindeer climbed back through the chimney themselves, climbing into the sleigh with Flogger at the lead.  Flogger raised his whip, cracking it loudly over the heads of Curtis and the other cubs chained to the front, and Curtis quickly followed suit as the others started to slowly pull the sleigh.

Although it was quite the strain at first, with the other cubs it soon became easier to pull the sleigh towards the edge of the roof.  As they picked up speed, Curtis closed his eyes as they neared the roof's edge, fearing he might fall over.  After a moment more of running, he found a strange, floating sensation in his stomach instead as he could no longer feel the roof or snow under his paws.

As he opened his eyes, he soon wished he hadn't as he found he and the other cubs were suddenly running through mid-air, and quickly gaining altitude as they drew the sleigh high over the houses below.  As Curtis looked down at the twinkling lights of the nearby city, he could tell it was going to be a long night…