The red rubber clad young hunky Santa stretched, and flexed his
fingers together. He was the Christmas Spirit for the 21st Century.
He wasn't exactly Batman, but he was a superhero of sorts. He not
merely gave presents, but justice. His bag had change to fit the new
Santa's personality.
He reached in the bag and extracted and large foil covered cardboard
box for Timmy, who lived in the dorm room below. He frowned, the big
box was very light. He opened the box lid and frowned it was empty.
But the open box shifted in his hands. It knew what should be filling
it. It guided Santa like a dowsing rod toward the room three doors
down. The walls opened to admit Santa and the empty box as the rooms
occupants were frozen in time. That room was the dorm shower room. A
buff blond jock was dripping wet and just stepping out of the showers
and reaching for his towel. The box leapt in Santa's hand to welcome
the foot frozen in mid stride. As soon as the young man's foot was in
the box it deflated like an empty balloon or pool toy.
"What the?" murmured Santa unsure about what was happening. He looked
up into the cold steel blue eyes of naked young man and he understood.
Hannibal Lechter was unfortunately named. His father had been a fan
of the A-Team, and wasn't much of a reader. So little Hannibal was
already one when the first Hannibal Lecter film hit the big screen in
1991. School was hell for Hannibal, but he embraced his name and at
the age of 5 went trick or treating strapped to a dolly wearing a ski
mask. The older boy who wore the cop uniform and pushed him door to
door did it not because he liked Hannibal or because he thought it was
a cool idea - he did it because he was afraid of the 5 year old. To
say that Hannibal's name was solely responsible for his bullying
nature is untrue. He and his name seemed suited for each other. Timmy
was merely the latest victim in Hannibal's long long list of victims.
Timmy had left his dorm door open. Hannibal had just had a fight with
his girlfriend. He was horny, drunk and badly needed relief for his
boner. Timmy wasn't gay, but Hannibal didn't care.
Santa relived the moment. Timmy was sitting at his computer terminal
researching his term paper. The door was open for ventillation as the
air conditioner had broken down. It was a hot muggy mid September
day. Hannibal had just exited the elevator. He was scratching his
crotch. He badly needed a blow job. Timmy had the misfortune of
being the first person Hannibal saw. He spun Timmy around in his
chair, shoved his half hard cock into Timmy's surprised mouth.
"Suck like your life depended on it, cause it does. Knick me with one
of your teeth, and I'll pull that tooth out. Fuck I'll remove all your
teeth, if you bite. Ah, that feelsh good," he moaned as he slid his
manhood in and out of Timmy's mouth.
Timmy was in shock. Hannibal outweighed him by 60 lbs. Hannibal's
powerful hands held Timmy's shoulders pinning his arms to his side. It
all happened so fast, and Hannibal did most of the work. Timmy just
stood there slack-jawed. If he hadn't Hannibal would have probably
broken his jaw and extracted all his teeth. It was only a couple
minutes before Hannibal came. He smiled down at Timmy acknowledging
him for the first time.
"You did good. I'm sure you'll do better next time," he said as he
wiped his slimy cock off on Timmy's hair. He glanced at the paper
name plate as he left and added, "Timmy, you did real good, from now
on your Hannibal Lechter's personal cockslave."
In fear and disgust, Timmy swallowed audibly. He was horrified as he
realized he'd just swallowed Hannibal's load. Hannibal on the other
hand was pleased. The bastard reached into his back pocket opened his
wallet and tossed a $20 bill on the floor. He didn't say anything, but
Timmy could hear his thoughts. The bastard had gotten him to swallow
his load without even ordering him to do it.
Timmy reached for the bill to wad it up and throw it back at Hannibal
or to tear it up, but when his hand touched the bill, he realized how
much he needed that money to cover his school books. He had a grant
and loan to pay tuition and the dorm room, but extras like books and
food. Santa frowned. Hannibal went through girlfriends like they were
tissues. So over the next few months, Timmy earned lots of tips,
though the denomination dropped from Jackson to Lincoln and
Washington. Hannibal was not someone anyone said no to more than
once. If he hadn't been a star athlete, and the son of Senator, well,
he was, so he got away with it, at least until now.
Santa lifted box as Hannibal's calf and knee collapsed into flat
fleshtone rubber. At last only Hannibal's head and shoulders were
outside the box and still human. Santa touched his forehead.
"What the fuck?" he shrieked.
"From now on it will be Timmy's cock in your hungry holes, sex doll."
"Hu-mssssssssssssssssss" hissed Hannibal as the rubber gloved hand
forced his head down into the box where it promptly deflated. Santa
and the box made a few last minute changes to the INFLATABLE SHE-MALE
REAL DOLL. It had red painted lips on the o-shaped mouth that was
still recognizable as Hannibal Lechter. The hair was blonde still,
but now longer than his former buzz cut. His nipples were a bit more
swollen, and were decorated with piercings. In addition to his cock,
Hannibal now sported a vagina under his empty rubber ball sac. Santa
walked back through the walls to Timmy's room and set the box
containing Hannibal at the foot of Timmy's bed.
He checked his list and Timmy's name was now checked off. On the
naughty list a red line burned through Hannibal Lechter's name.