As Santa turns and is gone as quick as he left, you feel very weak. You know have a body of a 70 year old, as 50 years of your life were just sucked out of you, literally.
Sitting up in bed, you stand slowly. It's time to get go out and recharge. After a few minutes, you head off to a local coffee shop. Your new suit has no pockets, so you just carry your wallet in your hand. Anyone to steals it will have to deal with you anyway. You don't bother locking your door, but do close it. As you walk to your car, your mind is full of the naughty things people have done, but not the good things.
Once at the coffee shop, the patrons inside gaze at the shiny red latex man who is walking like a nursing home patient into the door. Once at a table, the waitress is nice and courteous. After down several cups and a few donuts, it's off to find Big J, a local pimp that the police can't seem to bust. You give the waitress a nice tip for the bill, and she gives you a peck on the cheek, and a light stroking of your rubber chest. You smile and leave, heading to a corner intersection that just popped in your head.
Once at the intersection, you stop. A nice lady walks to your window. You roll down the window.
"Hi, I'm Candy," she says. She smiles as her eyes scan your suit and your raging boner, that's always there. "Glad to see your not a cop."
"How do you know?" you ask.
"Latex suit," she says.
You nod, "Get in." Then you lean over and open your passenger door for the lady. Once inside she begins to stroke your cock, making your suit squeak with her talented fingers. "Before any of that, I need to see your boss, Big J."
Candy smiles, "Sure, around the corner and in the garage on the left."
You hand Candy $40 and ask her to go home to her two kids. She looks at you strangely and gets out of the car and returns to her spot on the corner. You shake your head and hope she is gone when you pass by again.
You drive around the corner and park in front of a garage door to what looks like a closed mechanic's shop. You make your way to a small door next to the large one, and knock.
You hear activity, but no one answers. You put your hand to the door, but it's locked. You think, "unlock", and try again. The door knob turns and you pull the door open, and walk inside to a dark room.
You think, "light", and instantly every light comes on. You see several henchmen with guns pointing at you. You then think "sleep", and they all drop their guns and lie down on the floor, each one sleeping soundly, some even snoring. You walk around, to an office that looks rather professional. Leather couch, desk, telephone, and Big J. His head is resting on the desk, as he is asleep. As you walk over and touch the rather large, obese man, he seems very young, younger than you. You stand him upright in his chair, and feel of his lips with your latex fore finger. In his sleep, he opens his mouth to suckle on your finger. You change his dream to that of sucking on a huge cock, and slide your finger into his mouth. His sleeping body begins to mimic his dream, suckling your finger. You make this desire grow in Big J. You pull your finger out of his mouth and wake him up.
Startled, Big J quickly stands up and takes a swing at you, "How did you get in here?"
As you dodge the swing you think, "sit down, shut up, and be still", and as fast as you think it Big J sits in his chair, looking at you, and unable to speak.
"Santa sent me. You've been very naughty. He has told you so, and to change your ways. You didn't heed his warnings, and now I get to have my way with you."
You walk back to the couch to sit down, your back is killing you. Your body doesn't look old, but you sure feel it. You look over to Big J, and ask, "Please stand, strip naked, and stand in front of me." The powerless pimp does as he is told and walks over to stand in front of you. You reach out to caress his flaccid cock with your hands. As it hardens in your grip, you lean forward and use your tongue to work his cock tip, making it throb with each lick. You see water drops on your leg, and look up to see Big J crying. "Don't cry, you have worked hard to earn my visit. Perhaps you can show mercy to others once I am done with you." You then return to licking the pimp's throbbing click like a tasty treat. Your fingers begin to roll the average size testes in his scrotum. As you lick, you desire his balls to be the size of an average lemon, about 2.5 inches in diameter. Your fingers feel his balls swell, leaving his scrotum tight and full. You also make sure to triple the size of his prostate, and make it super sensitive. It is time to drain a few years from this man, so you slide his cock deep into your mouth, and begin to swallow, letting your throat milk the shaft. It doesn't take long and you feel the cock spasm, and your mouth fill with his seed. You continue nursing and swallowing until you have feed on nearly 20 years of Big J's life. As you stop suckling, he stops filling your mouth. As you sit back on the couch, you feel much better, and not weak like you did walking in.
"Thank you. I feel much better. We still have more to do though. Your a pimp. You make money from women. Candy, one of yours, has two kids. You should work the streets and give your money to her." You smile as you ponder your next step.