Winter X043

Prologue

“So, I saw this adorable dress the other day. I can’t wait to show you later,” Diana said gleefully as she sipped her coffee. “It’s going to be a surprise for my boyfriend this evening, once he’s done helping out at the Christmas Market.”

“Who is he anyway? You always talk about how tall, handsome, and hot he is, but no picture and name. Someone’s being very secretive.” Her friend teased as she grabbed her cappuccino from the handsome young barista. “Thank you, Herb.”

“A pleasure as always, Patricia. Have a wonderful Christmas Eve, you gorgeous ladies,” smiled Herbert as he handed the ladies a beautifully wrapped rose each. “A little something to accompany your shopping today.”

“Oh, you are such a darling, Herb,” winked back the lady.

Diana giggled, “Herb’s single, you know?”

“Oh, shut it!” blushed Patricia. “So, how do I know if this perfect boyfriend of yours even exists?”

Their conversation continued as the pair left the café.

The sunny barista of Da-Tu-Ra Coffee and Flowers smiled as he watched his regular patrons come and go about their busy day. He knew all of them by name from their comings and goings.

His eyes turned to the corner of his café, at the man typing relentlessly away at his laptop. Something seemed off about Oscar today. His guest seemed to have a nervous yet excited gleam in his eyes.

Herbert’s brows arched in curiosity, but Oscar was too engrossed in his device to notice. The handsome barista shrugged and returned to tending his coffee counter, wiping off the wet mugs.

Lost in his thoughts, a slight annoyance brewed within Herbert. He couldn’t figure out how to get what he came to Kant City for.

“Tsk.”

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Seated by the café window, Oscar Ramzan was busy working on his laptop. He was a handsome and well-toned man. Typically dressed in executive wear, the bearded 25 years old salaryman often visited the café depressed and stressed out from his taxing auditing work.

Under his rolled-up sleeves, his toned hairy forearms tensed periodically as his fingers ran across the laptop’s keyboard. The top of his open collar revealed a muscular, furry chest.

His phone lit up and began to vibrate. His boss was calling… again.

“It’s fucking Christmas Eve, for god’s sake,” thought the auditor as he picked up the call.

“Yes… Uh… Yes… Yes, Boss. I’ll get it out soon. Yes. Thank you. Have a good one.”

After ending the call, the man flicked off at his cell phone, contrary to his usual polite demeanor.

“It’s still early. I can get this out before heading down to the Christmas Market,” thought Oscar as he refocused his attention to the screen.

He looked at the corner of his screen. A gorgeous photo of a young muscular hero. His body shifted slightly as he tried to calm the stirring in his pants.

Chapter 1

Despite being in the middle of winter, the city was experiencing a sudden heatwave. The sun blazed down on Kant City’s Christmas Market, thawing the snow from last night. The world-famous destination was filled with countless quaint wooden booths decorated with festive lights and beautiful green garlands.

The place buzzed with people enjoying the mulled wine imported from the famous Burnt Vinery or the sweet treats from the gourmet SugarLoaf Confectionary. There was a wide selection of homemade crafts and carnival games to entertain visitors of all ages.

But all the attention this afternoon was on the central stage of the Christmas Market.

The host proudly announced over the PA system, “Ladies and gentlemen. Children of all ages. Today, we have a special guest performance to raise funds for our city’s youth education, so take this chance to give during this festive season.”

The crowd cheered with anticipation.

“Treat yourself to a jaw-dropping display of raw power and astounding moves that have taken down countless villains and kept our streets safe.”

He paused dramatically as suspenseful music started to play.

“It is our honor and pleasure to have the ever-so-popular rising star right here in our city. The sidekick of the fearsome Kant Guardian, Jaguar. None other than Renegade!”

Bursting from behind the curtains, the gorgeous 21 years old hero greeted his audience with a wide smile. Screams and cheers erupted from the crowd. The hero gave a cheeky wink that elicited even more screams from his fans.

Renegade was dressed in a black short-sleeved suit with blue highlights. His suit wrapped tightly around his incredibly shredded body, but a cutout in the suit left his torso exposed. His large muscular pecs peeked out from under his suit, revealing a set of luscious dark nipples. His highly defined washboard abs were on full display. His secret identity was hidden by a black domino mask. Two stun lasers on his sides completed his ensemble.

Practice targets were rolled onto the stage for his stunt performance. The master martial artist showcased his powerful punches, perfect kicking techniques, and array of gymnastics. He even fired off his stun lasers to show his precise marksmanship and quickly switched them into close combat tasers and tackled the dummy targets. As the blue electrified shocks lit up the stage, the crowd went insane.

To spice things up, padded stunt performers were called onto the stage for the skilled hero to display his moves against live opponents. He skillfully tackled, wrestled, and took down each one of them in quick succession. All of which led to even more cheers, blowing up the vain hero’s ego.

The demonstration went on for close to an hour and, towards the end, the athletic hero was panting heavily and drenched in his sweat. His black hair rested charmingly unkempt upon his handsome face. His muscular physique looked even more pumped than before as it glistened under a thin layer of perspiration.

“Thank you, everyone!” shouted Renegade as he raised his bulging arms in appreciation. Applause and screams continued even after the hero retired behind the curtains.

Resting in the performer’s room, he took a towel to wipe off the sweat on his muscular body while hydrating himself. Looking at the large mirror in front of him, the vain hero flashed a smile to himself and admired the details of his perfect physique. “Looking fine today,” he grinned narcissistically, ignoring the background of staff preparing for the next performance.

He was excited for the rest of the day. Diana was coming over to meet him after her last-minute Christmas shopping. The thought of his beautiful girlfriend made him smile. He had a little surprise prepared for her this evening.

As he put on his heroic black-blue jacket, he glanced back down to his side. The towel was missing. Did someone take it just now?

He shrugged to himself and left the room. The young hero had some time to kill around the market before this evening.

Chapter 2

Strolling around the market, Renegade took in the festive sights and listened to the excitement around the day’s upcoming highlights – the mind-blowing magic show, the spectacular fireworks over the Tree of Joy, the highly anticipated Kant City’s massive Christmas Tree, and so much more.

The thought of experiencing everything with his girlfriend this evening excited the romantic hero. Renegade was an upright and faithful man, loyal to his partner despite his playboy looks and hordes of cute fangirls.

As he continued his exploration of the market, something caught his eye. There was a booth heavily decorated with rainbow garland and brightly colored decorations. A rainbow flag hung at the window of the booth.

A couple of muscular gym hunks were flirting with the booth owner. He was more petite than the others but still well-built, dressed in a green-red polo tee with a leafy green mask. He looked like an attractive guy, so it was no surprise that the hunks were teasing him, leaning in for a kiss.

Renegade looked up at the booth’s name – Mistletoe’s Kissing Booth.

“What an odd booth.” He thought as he noticed one of the hunks looking in his direction.

“Oh my God! Is that Renegade?” The hunk’s eyes widened as he called out in a high-pitch voice. “Renegade, sir! Would you like to take part in this kissing booth too? Each kiss from this cutie Mistletoe here costs $5, and it goes to support the kids too.”

Renegade laughed bashfully and politely declined, “I’m all good, but I’m happy to donate.”

“Is the mighty hero afraid of a little kiss?” the hunk teased with a smirk. “Too straight to take a kiss from another guy?”

“What? No… It’s not like that,” stuttered the egoistic hero.

A crowd slowly gathered, and chatter erupted, wondering if the hero would do it.

“Oh, my! Is that Renegade?” “Is he going to kiss?”

“Wow, that would be so hot!” “Kiss, kiss, kiss!”

Pressured to please his fans, Renegade rolled his eyes and raised his muscular arms in concede. “Okay. Fine, just one kiss on the cheek.”

The crowd roared with approval as the hero popped in a fiver into the jar. He leaned into the masked man slowly, with his eyes trained on the man’s bearded chin and thin lips. The audience held their breaths in anticipation.

“Augh!” yelped out the hero in surprise. While he was distracted by the man’s lips, one of the gym hunks grabbed the back of his head and forced the hero’s lips to land right on the masked man’s. How ballsy!

Renegade struggled forcefully as the warm lips touched his own. An electrifying tingle of sheer pleasure exploded in his unexpecting mouth. It felt as though millions of extra nerves had suddenly grown on his lips, and each one of them fired off sensations of pleasure he had never felt before.

He felt a wet tongue slip into his mouth and caress his own. He could taste the saliva of the masked man. His eyes fluttered slightly as his lips wanted to press as hard as possible into the wonderful mouth in front of him. He almost never wanted the kiss to end, not when it felt this amazing!

When the masked man finally broke the kiss, the panting hero fell forward onto the booth counter with his elbows supporting his muscular frame. His body shuddered as he tried to recover from the intense exchange of pheromones.

“Looks like our hero liked it, boys,” laughed the gym hunk with his friends. “And liked it… a lot!”

However, still seeing that the hero was weak in his knees, the gym hunk’s face changed to a look of concern. “Uhh… Renegade? Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine,” panted Renegade. Something was wrong… What was going on?

His mind could hardly focus. A strange feeling filled his heart. Desire?

The masked man looked at the exhausted hero stud in front of him. “Hey guys, maybe Renegade’s tired from the performance from before. If you don’t mind, could you help him get into the back of the booth for a quick rest?”

“No… I’m fine.”

“I don’t think so,” said the gym hunk as he supported Renegade’s limp body and helped him into the booth.

The masked man turned towards the hunks and the rest of the crowd as he handed Renegade a bottle of water.

“Nothing to see here. Renegade is in good hands. Be on your way and have a fantastic Christmas Eve.” Glancing back at the exhausted hero, he smiled slyly and muttered under his breath, “Well… I know I will be having a good one.”

Chapter 3

Renegade rested on the chair, dazed out slightly. His breath was steadying from the mind-numbing experience.

“What… What happened? Why did that… that kiss feel so good?” The hero wondered as he struggled to put his thoughts together.

He looked around. It was a small place, with streaks of light shining through the slits of the wooden booth. The owner had rolled down the canvas curtain to block off the sunlight. It was comfortably dim.

Renegade watched the masked man grab another bottle of water from the shelf. There was a strange smell, pleasant but musky, lingering in the booth.

As the stranger handed him the second bottle of water, he leaned in close to the hero and placed his hand gently on the hero’s forehead. “You feel a little feverish.”

Renegade shifted uncomfortably. He could smell the bearded man’s musky scent. His flustered cheeks felt like they were burning. He quickly gulped down the bottle of drugged water.

The man leaned in even closer. His luscious lips were inches away from his face. They seemed to have captured the hero’s complete attention, as if by magic.

Renegade tried to shake off that thought. He was straight, had a girlfriend, and was deeply committed to her. As he struggled to hold that thought, his eyes felt heavier by the second. Something was wrong here. He needed to get out.

Grabbing the arms of the chair, he stumbled onto his feet. His head felt funny, and his vision blurred. “Ugh… I need to leave.”

As the remainder of his strength sapped away from his muscular legs, the hero collapsed onto the stranger, with his head resting on the man’s shoulder.

The last words he heard before the darkness took over. “There, there… I got you now. Renegade.”

Chapter 4

As the unconscious hero rested on his shoulders, Oscar gleamed with pride. He finally did it! His first-ever hero and an extremely hot one to boot.

The salaryman placed the limp muscular body back onto the chair. Gently slapping the hero’s handsome face, he was sure that Renegade would be out cold for at least the next 30 minutes. The sedative he used was not particularly strong. Oscar checked himself out in the mirror and adjusted his leafy mask and polo tee. Today, he was not the goody-two-shoes, mild-mannered salaryman he was all year. On Christmas, he was the naughty, confident, and sexy villain – Mistletoe. With that thought, he giggled geekily before resuming into his villain persona.

He fetched a black glass bottle of cologne from his bag. It was decorated elegantly with gold-crafted monkeys. A fine engraving read “Primal Cologne”.

Mistletoe carefully sprayed the cologne onto his forearms, neck, and under his armpits. A gentle sense of warmth enveloped his body. His eyes turned slightly bloodshot from the application. “Yes… the source of my powers,” he uttered as a strange tingle coursed through his body.

In his hands, he had prepared thick red ropes. Expertly, he put together a tight handcuff knot around the hero’s wrists and looped the thick ropes through a wall hook above the chair. Renegade’s heavy muscular arms were pulled upwards, spreading his armpits wide open.

He looked at the unconscious hero’s masked face. The apprentice hero had a sharp nose, high cheekbones, and beautiful lips. Everything about his face was stunning. Mistletoe placed his hands on the black mask. The desire to remove it was strong. He wanted to see his hero’s handsome face, but then his hero would no longer be Renegade, just a random muscular stud once the mask is off. Hesitantly, his fingers left the mask on the hero’s face.

Renegade’s black suit was a short-sleeved top. The villain could see a tiny bit of hair poking under his skin-tight sleeves. Curious, Mistletoe leaned into the spandex-covered pits and stretched the elastic material open slightly. A robust musky scent filled his nose. “Ahh… that’s the stuff. It’s so lucky that he had that sweaty workout earlier.”

Mistletoe gleamed in delight as he brought out a metal leg spreader. It had two leather shackles far apart from each other, as well as a stand to hold the spreader up. Mistletoe quickly bolted the contraption to the ground, just in front of the hero’s resting body. Then, he lifted the hero’s massive thighs over the bar and secured the ankles into the shackles.

Noticing the stun lasers on the side of his unconscious captive’s hips, Mistletoe remarked, “Oh goodness, can’t let the mighty hero have his toys.” He carefully unholstered the hero’s signature weapons and admired the Rustmore craftsmanship before putting them aside.

Taking a couple of steps back, he admired his work. He had lusted over this young hero for ages, spending every night on the internet stalking and admiring every photo of the muscular hero. Now, he had the heroic stud right in front of him.

Renegade lay bound in the chair. His muscular arms were tied together and raised high above his head, leaving his sexy pits vulnerable. His legs were spread wide open in the contraption in front of him, bounded by thick leather shackles. His groin was left undefended, free for the villain to explore.

“What a perfect Christmas present for myself,” chuckled Mistletoe excitedly.

Chapter 5

“Ugh… Where am I?”

A thin streak of light shone on his handsome face. Renegade tried to shake off the cobwebs in his head. He tugged his arms, only to find them bound above his head. His legs were spread open in front of his body.

“What the…?”

In front of him was the booth owner, still dressed in his leafy mask and green polo.

“You! What is this? Release me!” Renegade yelled out loud. “Don’t you know who I am?”

The man looked visibly shocked at the outburst.

Quickly, he grabbed a ball of cloth and stuffed it into the struggling hero’s mouth. Renegade’s eyes shot wide open. The stink was overpowering. There was a strong scent of sweat in the ball of cloth. After making sure that Renegade was properly gagged up, the man sealed the hero’s mouth with duct tape.

“Goodness. I can’t believe that I forgot about keeping you gagged up. Don’t want any interruptions, do we?”

Renegade let out a muffled scream. The pungent stench was intoxicating and made him choke on its musky scent.

Despite the overpowering smell, the trained hero assessed his situation. They were still in the booth. His captor seemed to be in his mid-twenties and was smaller at around 5ft7, compared to the towering 6ft2 hero.

His binds were amateurish knots that he could easily get out with time. But his stun lasers were taken off and out of his reach. Renegade gritted his teeth. How could he be so careless?

“Hello Renegade, you can call me Mistletoe,” said the villain as he introduced himself. “I hope you are enjoying the little treat I prepared for you. I wore that underwear for the last two weeks, unwashed. It is fermented with my scent now.”

Fuck! No way! He was being forced to smell this sick man’s soiled underwear! Renegade’s eyes teared up from the stench as he groaned and growled in his binds. He twisted his head about, struggling to shake off the indignity.

Mistletoe fetched a pair of scissors and carefully cut open the hero’s sleeves, exposing only the struggling hero’s hairy pits. The sight was so alluring. “Oh, I simply can’t resist anymore,” moaned the villain lustfully.

His face dived right into the unsuspecting hero’s musky pits. Oh, how much he wanted to lick the sweat of the sexy Renegade, to see what his armpits tasted like. His tongue caressed the muscular contours of the pits. The manly musk filled his nose as his lips tugged on the black hairs. Oh, it felt exactly like what the villain had fantasized.

“MMFFH!” The hero cried out as he was not prepared for this. The ticklish sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure across his body. Renegade pulled against the rope, wriggled in his binds, and let out a series of muffled moans. No one had ever licked him in his sensitive pits before, not even his girlfriend. He could feel the warm tongue slurping up his manly sweat and the bristles of the villain’s beard brushed up against his vulnerable cavities. “God! Why the fuck! This fucking pervert?! Shit! Why does it feel… feel so good?”

The smell on his face oddly began to arouse him. It was hard to focus. The taste of the moist underwear filled his mouth. In the heat of the moment, Renegade swallowed hard and instantly regretted it. He could taste the scent of his captor flowing down his throat. He wanted to puke, but at the same time, he could feel his cock getting hard. “S-shit, this is disgusting! I can’t… I can’t be liking it!”

“So… so… so delicious.” Mistletoe looked up at his hero gleefully. His mouth and chin were wet with his own saliva. Renegade’s brow furrowed in conflict as he struggled to contain his pleasure.

Renegade tried glaring back at the villain, but a growing feeling of helplessness filled him. The soiled underwear and pit-licking were so utterly humiliating to the proud hero, but, somehow, the strange sensation within him began to stir.

“No, no, no! It’s not possible,” screamed Renegade to himself as he shook his head in denial. He was growing hard, and the villain knew it too. His tenting cock could be seen from under his suit. Something was really wrong. He’s straight and he should not be so turned on from a villain licking his sweaty pits.