MERRY KRAMPUS, Lewis - Seven years later. (Short Story)! (Patreon)

Poor, sweet (but very dumb) Lewis!

Seven years ago, he figured he’d seduce Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

He’d stripped off his clothing, gotten his pretty uncut cock nice and hard and wet, then he’d gotten comfortable on the rug by the fireplace.  He waited, smiling like an idiot, giddy with anticipation.

“Fuck the milk and cookies”, Lewis thought. “Santa can have my ass”.

Imagine the poor twink’s surprise when instead of Santa, KRAMPUS the Christmas Demon had popped down his chimney.

Naturally taken by the youth’s beauty, Krampus immediately captured Lewis and spirited him away to his frozen lair deep in the North Pole.

As Lewis cowered, pressing his back against the immovable wall of ice behind him, Krampus inspected the boy. A menacingly randy glint appeared in the beast’s red eyes.

He was hungry.

With his long, forked tongue, Krampus scrutinized Lewis’ nude body. The boy shivered, frightened and aroused as the creature lapped at his impossibly perky nipples, leaving them wet and tingly with warm, vaguely cinnamon-scented saliva.

The slimy tongue continued its trajectory, exploring Lewis’ architecture, appreciating the firmness of his perfect abs, and quickly finding Lewis’ uncircumcised penis.

The slick, wet probe slithered its way beneath the silky folds of the kid’s foreskin. Krampus was pleased.

“Mmmmm! Salty and sweet”, he chuckled.

With powerful hands, Krampus gripped Lewis’ hips, turning him forcefully, making him face the wall. His slickened erection jabbed into the coldness of the ice in front of him. Lewis was startled as the creature slid his tongue between his perfectly formed cakes. He lapped at Lewis’ crack until he found that divinely delicious boycunt. Teasingly, almost cruelly, the tongue pried the tight little hole apart and slid deep – DEEP – inside.

Lewis was going out of his mind. He’d never been rimmed or eaten out before… and even though Krampus scared him, this was like nothing he’d EVER felt before. He found himself wanting THIS feeling to last forever. His head swam in a bizarre fever, threatening to outright drown in this intoxicating wave of new sensations.

But it was not to last.

Krampus could wait no longer.

With the boy properly lubed and loosened up, he was ready to be fucked.

Lewis knew what would come next. His heart pounded at a million miles an hour. Fear reasserted itself in spades.

Lewis cried and sobbed, and mewled and whimpered. He begged for Krampus to release him, swearing he’d be a good boy going forward, making lofty promises he knew damn well he could never keep.

Krampus only laughed as he forcefully shoved Lewis to the cold floor of his cave. On all fours, hole completely exposed, Lewis could only quiver in anticipation, biting his lower lip, not daring a glance over his shoulder.

Then, with a sudden, unapologetic lunge, Krampus drove his enormous, impossibly rigid dick into the kid’s ass.

Lewis howled.

His legs buckled.

His arms trembled.

His body shuddered in ways he’d never dreamed possible.

It was mind-shattering. At first, Lewis wondered if he might possibly die. But then, something WONDERFUL happened. His body relaxed and he got INTO IT!

After a time, as the anti-Christmas creature mercilessly plowed him, Lewis instinctively reached back, prying his perfect rosy buttcheeks wide apart. What had once been his picture-perfect, pristine pink pucker was now a gaping chasm, stretched to the very limit. His once virgin hole was now a voracious maw, gobbling up Krampus’ every thrust, savoring the overwhelming heat radiating from that mammoth hairy rod, doing everything in its power to coax forth an explosion of hot, gooey Krampus kream.

The monster groped at the young man’s perfect physique. He’d only just turned 19, but Lewis’ body was sublimely muscled, hard, taught and wiry.

Rough, clawed talons scraped across Lewis’ washboard abs. They played in Lewis’ downy pubes for a time, tugging on the delicate dark curls.

Finally, those possessive digits grabbed hold of Lewis’ rock-solid hardon. With a few masterful strokes, Krampus elicited a series of guttural grunts from the youth. Precum drooled from Lewis’ purple plum in copious amounts.

The Christmas Demon continued to plow and stroke Lewis until, eventually, both of them erupted!

Semen spewed from everywhere. Krampus filled up Lewis’ famished ass, until finally, there was no more room inside the youth. Cum bubbled and popped, slooshing past Krampus’ cock and exploded out of the kid’s distended hole.

It had been overwhelming, invasive, world-shattering, rough and tumble… and oddly… LOVING.

Sated, Krampus had let Lewis rest, leaving him to his delirious slumber.

That had been the first time Krampus had fucked Lewis… seven years ago.

Seven long years.

In this time, Lewis’ body hadn’t aged. He still looked newly-nineteen, the exact way he had when Krampus first captured him.

He never hungered for food. He was never tired nor did he ever require sleep any longer. And even though he hadn’t worn a stitch of clothing in all this time, AND even though he lived in the North Pole, Lewis was NEVER cold.

He was immortal… so long as he remained by Krampus’ side.

The antithesis of Saint-Nick exacted a high price, but no matter how roughly he fucked Lewis – and he OFTEN fucked him into near-oblivion – Lewis loved it!

He was more than happy to pay this price for eternal life.

Lewis no longer wanted to escape. In actual fact, he’d fallen deeply in love with his otherworldly captor, and this new magical life of eternal youth and sexual debauchery, here in the North Pole.

For Lewis, every single day was Christmas, and he never wanted things to change.

******THE END******

LINES / STORY: Patrick Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion

LEWIS, KRAMPUS, and all other characters are © Copyright and TM 2023, Patrick Fillion / Class Comics Inc. All rights reserved.