"Tell me, cub," Tiger Claw purrs, his eyes glittering as he adjusts Leo on his lap. "Have you been very good this year?"
It's ridiculous--it should be ridiculous, anyway. But Leo can't laugh, not with whatever weird shiny material Tiger Claw's got him wrapped in pinning his arms and legs, holding him tighter than any tinsel or wrapping paper ought to.
And not with Tiger Claw's hands running over his body, prodding at places that Leo himself hadn't known were sensitive, poking and stroking until his breath starts to hitch. His face is burning so red it almost hurts, and he really doesn't want to think about his cock right now.
Leo squirms, but that just makes him more aware of the...ornaments...Tiger Claw's pushed up inside him. They shift around, teasing him with a cruel little buzz of pleasure that seems to grow even worse when he tries to sit still.
Still, he tries to gather himself enough to have a bit of pride. "Let me go, you fucking creep," he spits.
Tiger Claw raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you telling me you were bad this year, cub?" His hand tightens on the curve of Leo's hip, the other lifting Leo's chin to meet a hungry, unflinching gaze. "Because bad cubs get a nice hard spanking."
Leo swallows hard. He really doesn't want to know what a spanking feels like with these beads up his ass (and god, even thinking that makes him light-headed with nausea and something else he won't let himself think too hard about).
"And good cubs?" Leo rasps.
"Good cubs...." Tiger Claw reaches down, easily flipping Leo's tail out of the way to toy with the cord sticking out of his hole, making him whimper. "Good cubs get the beads taken out."
Leo bites his lip. He doesn't want to give in to Tiger Claw in any way, and deep down he knows there's got to be a catch, but he also knows he can't stand having the goddamn beads inside him. Maybe with them out, he'll finally be able to think clearly enough to escape.
So he steels himself and lifts his head high. "I've been good," he says stiffly.
Tiger Claw raises an eyebrow. "Have you been a very good little cub?" His hand brushes between Leo's legs, rubbing at his hot, aching slit.
Leo swallows hard. "I've been a...very good little cub," he forces out. 
"You've been proper, and polite, and obedient to your elders?"
"I--I've been proper, and polite, and obedient to my elders." It's like saccharine acid on his tongue.
"And you will continue to be so?"
Come on, focus. The triumphant look in Tiger Claw's eyes is torture, but the rattle and push of the beads inside him is worse. "I will continue to be so." The formal words are at once ridiculous and humiliating, but he's proud of how little his voice shakes as he says them.
Tiger Claw grins, teeth razor-sharp and painfully bright. "Excellent." Then he rips out the beads just like that.
"Gaah!" Leo lurches forward with a scream of pleasure-pain, heaving for air as his chin grinds into Tiger Claw's chest. From a distance he can hear the bastard laughing, rumbles echoing up through his furry stomach, but his head is spinning too hard to care.
It's the rustling of cloth beneath him that jolts him out of it. Leo sits up with a gasp, watching in shock and not a bit of horror as Tiger Claw's cock slips free, nudging eagerly between Leo's legs.
"What are you--" He's cut off with a yelp as the hard, furry length pushes at his hole. No spikes, thank god, but even with the stretching from the beads it feels so big.
"Giving a good little cub his present, of course," Tiger Claw says. He chuckles at Leo's horrified expression. "Oh, silly boy. Do you really think I would leave this," he nudges at Leo's rim with his thumb, stretching it until he squeals, "precious little hole empty for long?"
"I'm going to kill you," Leo spits through gritted teeth.
"Naughty, naughty, cub. Keep up that attitude and I might not let you come until New Year." He forces even deeper, pausing to Let Leo adjust, but there's no amount of adjustment that could keep Leo feeling so terribly, overwhelmingly stuffed.
The fear chokes him. "Please," he whispers. "Please don't--"
"Hush, child." Tiger Claw soothes, petting his head gently, something not too far from tenderness in his eyes. "It's all right. You'll be enjoying yourself soon enough."
Leo wants to spit never, but then Tiger Claw starts to move, precise and terrible. And the wave of agonizing, glorious pleasure splits his thoughts apart.