The Anti Claus
Chapter One: The New Recruits
Young Billy Baston was snuggled in his childhood bed, while he was home from College during Christmas break. It was a cold and snowy Christmas eve, when he heard a noise in his room. He woke up to a see an imposing figure all dressed in red.
"Santa?"
He said as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Yes Billy, but not the Santa from your childhood."
Billy had to agree. This figure was familiar, but yet there were subtle differences when one looked closer. The red suit and hat were red with white fur trim but instead of velvet, they were made of leather. He wore black leather boots and form fitting black gloves. Around his waist was a wide black belt with a large round ornate buckle with the word "Claus" written in fancy script.
Billy didn't notice but Santa tapped the center of the buckle while he stood there.
This Santa was more muscular, a body builder with a beach ball belly. Some would all this a "bull body". His eyes were deep dark black, like pools of liquid coal. Eyes that you could loose yourself in very easily.
Billy was mesmerized by Santa's intense stare. Billy's eyes were drawn to the large bulge in Santa's red leather pants. He started to drool. Billy was surprised that he had these feelings towards another man. He liked women and never experienced sex with a man before, but he wanted to bury his face in the crotch of those pants.
Billy managed to croak out,
"What are you doing here? I stopped believing in you years ago."
Santa said, "I never stopped believing in you Billy. You have been on my naughty list for years. I just needed to wait until the Christmas after your 21st birthday."
While Santa was talking, Billy sprung a raging hard on. Santa smiled an evil grin when he saw the bulge under Billy's blanket.
"Come here Billy, you know you want it."
Billy leaped out of bed and lunged towards Santa. He knelt down at the feet of Santa. He admired Billy's naked body. (Billy liked to sleep naked.)
"Lick my boots!"
Billy couldn't help himself, he wanted nothing more but to please this man. Billy leaned over and licked Santa's large black boots. The more he licked, the more his will slipped away. When the boots were slick and shiny, Santa ordered Billy to sit up. Billy sat back on his legs and stared down at Santa's boots.
"Look up Billy!"
He looked up with lust filled and eager eyes. Santa slowly unbuttoned his red leather pants and let them drop to the floor. Santa was wearing a well worn out red jockstrap. The fabric had been stained with old piss and cum. The combined aroma of old piss, cum and male musk made Billy's head spin.
"I never wash this jock. I save it for special boys like you to clean it Billy."
Billy dived in and feasted on all of those manly smells. Licking and sucking on that glorious sack.
Santa's cock strained under the well worn jock. Billy pulled it down revealing a thick uncut beer can cock dripping copious amounts of sweet tasting precum. It smelled of piss and smegma. Billy licked under the ample foreskin, cleaning it out, savoring the salty taste and pungent smell. This made Billy want Santa's cock even more. He had trouble getting his mouth around the head so Santa said,
"Relax your mouth and it will fit."
Billy did what he was told and soon he was able to swallow the whole cock down to the root. Santa's precum lubed Billy's throat and made sucking the thick cock easier.
Santa grabbed the back of Billy's head and started to slowly face fuck him. He picked up speed, faster and faster. Billy's eyes watered and his jaw ached, but he took every thrust that was given to him. Soon Santa said,
"Here I cum! Receive your special gift!"
Santa stopped thrusting, holding Billy's head to his bush. Hot spurts of peppermint flavored semen hit the back of Billy's throat. Billy's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he greedily swallowed every drop. His free will evaporated and he was a slave to his new master.
"Very good boy! You will make an excellent elf when l take you back to my workshop."
