Chad soon discovers he is shackled to rubber Santa's cock ring. The magical monster goes about its rounds. To Chad it seems like an eternity that he is the cock attendant elf trapped in Santa's red rubber undies. Hunger finally gets to him, and he starts to ear the dried flakes of cum, and eat the loads of cum that erupt periodically. He has no idea how much time passes before Santa opens his waistband again.
The bearded face grins down at Chad. "Good you've gotten yourself a belly. Keep eating my milk and cookies, and you'll be big enough to wear this suit yourself, Santa Chad, and I can retire. The Elves perfected time manipulation. So we can make, purchase or devise Christmas gifts for everyone in the world, but that takes years, but we compress the relative time into just a little less than a night. You remember that movie Santa Clause with an E?"
He is interrupted by a squeaky voiced elf. Closes his waistband.
The next time Santa opens it, he is holding a photograph. It's a photo of Chad and Rick and Bruno, the photo is faded a bit from being in the sun.
"Delivering toys to the rug rats of your former teammates, Chad," Santa explains.
"Rick or Bruno have kids? How long have I been in here!" Chad squeaks.
"Rick and Bruno are married and have kids," Santa pulls down his rubber trousers exposing Chad and his Santahood.
Chad blinks there are frozen going up the stairs are a middle-aged Bruno with a towhaired toddler asleep on his shoulder, followed by middle-aged Rick carrying another tiny kid.
"Hey, what's going on?" Chad gasped.
"You mean the fact that your teammates are 20 years older and have kids, that they are married to each other, or that we are moving so fast in relative time that they seem frozen?"
"Wha? How long have I been in here?"
Snap.
"Sadly not long enough," sighed rubber Santa. Than he laughed, "Mwahohohoho!"