Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2021 14:09:29 +0100 From: Sam Will Subject: Part 43: Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut Gift to Nifty Not suitable for under 18's Love the comments: Sam.willswill@mail.com Kik: Sammywillswill ************************ Part 43: Grotto Shaun and I had briefly made out with each other before I'd gone back to my room. It was now the end of the first semester and so heading "home" for three weeks. Of course home was now Jeff's rather than when I'd been brought up. The house had been decorated for Christmas. There was something overwhelmingly tasteful about the decorations in Jeff's house. When you matched that against the compulsory wearing of leather gear it was totally unique though. The previous 12 weeks had been a blend of scally shiny trakkies and occasional leather moments. But now in the Christmas cold, tasteful decorations and open fires it was all about leather. Chaps, boots over the chaps, leather jock, leather vest, straps over my wrists, fingerless gloves and occasional wearing of my collarless leather jacket. I actually felt pretty phenomenal. Totally natural. Jeff's leather couches just added. The softness of them. Sinking into them. Without any other guys around I had Jeff's total attention. We were making out all the time. It just felt incredible just being with him. A couple of days before Christmas we were being incredibly civilised, that's if if you consider hanging around in leather gear civilised? We were eating warm mince pies, drinking mulled wine. Jeff looked over "Sam, next year is going to be special for you I'm sure" he said. The previous 18 months hadn't not been special in many ways. Imagining how the next year could be more special than that was hard. One thing that had started to suffer was my academic performance. My marks in my first semester hadn't been especially great. I'd been distracted a lot of the time obviously end I knew I needed to up my game. Jeff walked close, leaned round and fingered my hole. "This is beginning to get really slack isn't it, feeling so used". I nodded, biting my bottom lip, almost finding it incredible to be described as being `slack'. "I'm loving that feeling, loving how it feels, what it makes me, how it defines me". Jeff pushed a finger up into my unlubed hole causing me to yelp just a little. "Yeah, I'm thinking we may need to define you some more. Let's face it, you're utter filth, but I think I can take you down a step or two further". I grinned and nodded. Knowing somehow my journey was just going to get more wild, more intense. My hand was groping his jock, feeling it packed! It had become everything in my life, to taste, to feel, just well..everything. Jeff stepped away from me now looking over me. A mischievous look on his face. "Tell me Sam, who am I" I could have answered `you're Jeff' but that seemed way to obvious an answer. I licked my gloved hand, that total trigger movement "you're Daddy" Jeff's mischievous smiles widened. "Yeah that's right I am and do you know what? I realised I was shit bringing you up, I never took you to see Father Christmas did I?" I was, to be totally honest, a little confused in this moment. `What the actual fuck was he talking about?' "Well umm no, but, it's not a big deal is it". Jeff stepped up, softly rubbed his thumb over my cheek. "Oh, but it is, it's a massive issue, so I've decided that I needed to do something". He took me by the hand, leading me into what was the dining room. He rarely used it. As I stepped in it was like some Santa's grotto. Fake snow, wooden toys, fuck even the music was right. Then, though, sat in a large chair was Santa. The hat, the huge crimson red, fur trimmed jacket, even the white beard that stretched below the chin. But then it was very different. Santa was in what I assumed was a leather vest, had had chaps on, normal Santa style boots and leather gloves. In his left hand he was jerking a big cock. In a Santa style voice he called "come in come in" then tapping his knee "come and sit on my knee boy". To be honest I hardly needed any persuasion. This was epic, filthy, so wrong. I sat down on to his knee. Jeff watching by the door. "So boy did you remember to send me a letter?" I shook my head "oh well have you been a good boy this year" I nodded now! He stroked his white beard "oh that's not what's been reported to me. I've heard you've been a filthy slut all year". I'd obviously gone bright red. Could feel it burning. Trying to protest. "It's ok though Santa can forgive you" he said "Mrs Claus isn't into blowing me so if you get down there then maybe that'll help you". Yes, I know, it's wildly fucked up. But he stood up probably 6'4" slid me down and his big cock was right in my face. I lent up slightly and took the head into my mouth, swirling it, tasting him. "That's it, blow Santa Boy". There were the clicks and flashes of Jeff taking pictures of us. Clearly the sight of me blowing Santa was too good not to take pictures of. Now though there was a speeding up, the back of my head held and my face fucked. He hitched his left foot up on a stool giving him more access to my throat. Driving in deeper. "Oh dear, you're not on the naughty list, no, you're clearly on the nasty list aren't you!?" My throat gunge was coughing out of my mouth as I tried to nod, tried to give some type of indication that he had me on the right list. He was now backing me into wall "hands above your head" came a growl and he pinned them together with one hand and went relentlessly at my throat. "Yes, yes, the nasty list". I glanced up properly now for the first time, took in everything I could. Fuck, I really was being throat fucked by Santa. He slowed a bit suddenly, moving to short, deep thrusts that felt like they'd break my wind pipe "oh yes, come on boy, let's get some elves down your nasty throat" Yes, he really said that as he came! Weirdest line ever, but totally appropriate! As he pulled out of my face I slumped onto the floor. He walked back towards his chair. "Now here's a present from me and the elves, look your daddy is waiting for you". I took the gift and staggered out of the room in a daze. Opening my present to find a bottle of poppers. From that day forward I've never been able to look at an image of Santa in the same way. ************************* Love the comments: Sam.willswill@mail.com Kik: Sammywillswill