Winter X045
Prologue
Oscar rushed into the small changing room and pulled out his green costume. Slipping it on, he quickly became one of Santa's elves for this evening's Santa's Meet and Greet at IconKant Mall.
The 31 years old man giggled to himself when he passed a poster with the superhero, Gallant. The superhero was wearing a tight orange suit and flexing his arm muscles with his hands on his hips. It made Oscar wonder why the hero, known as the Gentle Giant, could also be vain.
He looked at the green elfish mask in his hand. How cute. Elves with masks to celebrate a heroic Christmas with Gallant.
After putting on his outfit, Oscar took a deep breath. As he exited the changing room, he heard a familiar voice calling out from the VIP room.
"Hey there, little elf boy!"
Oscar looked over to see Gallant approaching him. The large man smirked at him while adjusting his crotch.
"You're looking mighty fine today," Gallant complimented him. "I've been waiting for you."
Oscar blushed under the compliments of the muscular man. "Thanks."
“What’s your name, elf boy?”
Oscar swallowed hard as Gallant placed his hand on Oscar's shoulder and squeezed him.
“You can call me M.”
"Well, M. What brings you here?" Gallant asked as his nose twitched slightly. Something in the air smelled pleasant. "Was it to spread some joy to the kids? Or was it to get into the Christmas spirit?"
"Both," Oscar answered with a smile. "I like to share my love during the holiday season."
Gallant grinned back at him. "Well, I'm glad to hear that."
The two men began walking together towards the stage where Santa’s Meet and Greet was being held. Oscar could smell the superhero's musky scent. His nostrils flared at the pleasant aroma wafting from the man's body.
The two continued chatting until they reached the front of the stage. Gallant stood alongside Oscar while waiting for the curtain to lift, announcing the heroic guest of honor.
The rumbling of families could be heard from behind the curtain — all eagerly awaiting to get their picture taken with Santa Claus and the mighty hero, Gallant.
Chapter 1
"The man called himself Mistletoe, right?"
"Yeah," Renegade replied, "He doesn't appear for the rest of the year except for last Christmas and the one before."
"He seemed to be working on a seasonal basis. Christmas and Mistletoe. Perhaps his powers come with the season. Do you know anything else about him? His powers or weaknesses?"
"No, nothing really," Renegade said with a blush, embarrassed recalling the incident. He looked at his mentor towering over the table with minimal details about this elusive villain.
Jaguar was a Kant Guardian known for being a powerful and fearsome superhero. The 34-year-old superhero was a handsome man with a well-toned physique, and his costume consisted of a short-sleeved black vest and long tights. His large muscular arms were a sight to behold. Thick and sinewy, countless scars scattered across both of his arms.
A pair of black gloves extended from his forearms with a row of spikes. A fully equipped utility belt and a set of nun chucks were on his waist. A horned half-face mask kept the mysterious man's identity a secret. No one knows who Jaguar was, not even the Kant Alliance.
After Renegade and other heroes fell prey to Mistletoe's mind-altering pheromones, Jaguar decided to investigate and apprehend the villain himself. Given that the villain only appeared during the festive season, it placed a standstill on their investigation until now.
Renegade asked, "It's hard to predict where he will strike next. After all, the incidents are one year apart without any connections."
"Yes, I have been thinking about that too," Jaguar replied while stroking his chin. "But if we look at who his targets were, they were not ordinary men. They are all well-muscled superheroes. It’s clear that he has a type."
"I see what you mean. He likes big guys with strong bodies. But how do we find him? All we know is his alias and kinks!"
"We should start by finding out more about him first... and I know exactly where we can start," smiled Jaguar behind his black mask.
Chapter 2
Oscar Ramzan grabbed his laptop and rushed out of the accounting office in the cloudy and snowy weather. He had just finished filing some critical documents from work and needed to go elsewhere before the time was up. With an anxious look on his face, Oscar hurriedly left the building.
Oscar was the festive villain known as Mistletoe . The young man was of average height and had a well-toned physique. The man has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He had heavy stubble that gave the youthful-looking man a more mature look. Slightly more muscular than the average twink, Oscar's body and limbs are covered in a fuzzy coat of dark hair.
Ever since he was young, Oscar lusted over manly and muscular superheroes. He would spend hours crawling through the internet and looking at pictures of superheroes in their skin-tight costumes. The perfect physique of the superheroes always ignited his libido, and he had fantasized about taking down the proud and cocky heroes many times, with nothing on their mind but the sole purpose of serving his pleasure desires.
Once outside, he felt the cool air against his skin. Oscar glanced at his watch. He could still be on time for the set-up and perhaps have more time to kill before the event.
The young villain sighed with relief. The plan was set and in motion. He just needed to be in the right place at the right time. He opened his backpack and rubbed his finger across the glass case of a perfume bottle decorated with engravings of golden monkeys.
Primal Cologne.
The mysterious bottle of perfume had appeared before Oscar one day when he was jerking off to superheroes on the internet. By experimenting with it, Oscar quickly discovered that the perfume bottle modified his body fluids and scent, granting him the power to control his pheromones. His saliva and loads became liquid aphrodisiacs, while his sweat was aromatic poison.
With this, he could achieve his dreams of emasculating powerful superheroes to do what he wants. He knew that his pheromone powers could turn his fantasies into reality.
Oscar grinned evilly as a cab stopped to fetch him to his destination.
Chapter 3
Snow started to fall as the sky got gloomier.
“I hope that no one gets caught by him this Christmas,” Renegade said to his mentor as they drove down the decorated streets. “It had been a quiet Christmas so far.”
"Maybe, but we must follow through with our investigation," Jaguar replied calmly. "Besides, we might be onto something."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Mistletoe's powers may lead us to him."
Renegade turned around and looked at Jaguar curiously. "How?"
"His pheromones can give people intense sexual desires. If we were to use that to our advantage..." Jaguar paused briefly and showed his mentee a device on the dashboard. "If we could detect any hint of his lust-inducing pheromones, then we would be able to track him down."
"That's brilliant! I never thought of that!" Renegade exclaimed happily before realizing that something was off. “Reading? That means he’s on the move now?”
"Yes. And the latest reading shows a peak at the IconKant, the premium mall downtown."
"He's already there!? In the middle of the Christmas crowd?" Renegade said with concern in his voice. "This is too dangerous. We need to head there this instance, Jaguar."
"Already ahead of you. Keep up, Junior." Jaguar smiled as the colossal mall quickly came into view from their vehicle.
Chapter 4
Oscar stepped out of the taxi and looked around at the busy street in front of the mall. There were plenty of people walking around with large shopping bags.
A huge crowd was gathered today, probably because of the holiday season and the special guest appearance of Gallant, a Kant Guardian, during Santa's Meet and Greet session.
Passing through the crowd and the series of passageways to the back of the mall, Oscar arrived at the dressing room and staging area. The place was still quiet because most Christmas elves were already onstage.
He slipped on his green-red costume and pulled out some pre-wrapped gift boxes from his backpack as he headed toward the VIP dressing room. Peering in his boxes were small used gym towels, which he had kept from his morning runs the last few weeks.
After placing his pheromones-soak surprises on Gallant's dressing table, Oscar heard a loud knock on the door. Startled, he quickly hid in one of the closets and waited for Gallant to enter.
The door opened slowly and revealed a handsome masked man. The hunky 25-year-old hero wore a black and blue suit that covered his shoulder, but it did not hide his impressive pecs and toned abs. His muscular body was well-defined, with bulging biceps and powerful thighs. His outfit was completed with a pair of thick leather boots and a black domino mask.
Oscar gulped when he saw Renegade walking into the room instead of Gallant.
What is he doing here?!
Oscar wondered panickily. He wasn't prepared to deal with Renegade! Who knows which other heroes are around? Perhaps he should abort the plan and try again next year.
No! I have been waiting so long to get my hands on Gallant. There's no way I can give up now. Unless...
Memories of his short but incredible time with Renegade flashed through his mind. That Christmas afternoon in the Christmas Market was unforgettable. It was the first time he tasted real superhero flesh. And the sensations were indescribable!
He could feel his cock twitch inside his dark green pants. His horniness got the better of him.
Fuck it. It's Christmas. Time to get naughty.
Chapter 5
"Hmm...," Renegade looked around empty corridors. As they did not have the warrant to search the mall for a villain, they had to move around the offices undetected and separated so as to cover more ground. Since Mistletoe is a more discreet villain, he would most likely be dwindling behind the scenes and not out in the open of the mall.
Renegade swallowed when he saw the VIP room with Gallant's name printed on it.
Was Gallant's Mistletoe target this year? That puny man taking down the giant like Gallant? That would be hot.
Fuck! No. What on earth am I thinking?
Renegade shook his head as he tried to push out those thoughts. Anything involving Mistletoe seemed to have a permanent perverted impact on him.
Maybe I shouldn’t be on Mistletoe’s case.
Pushing out his doubts, the young Rustmorian hero entered and looked around the VIP dressing room before sitting on the chair beside Gallant's dressing table. There were several suspicious-looking presents on the table.
Renegade picked up one of the small parcels and looked inside curiously.
Inside was a small white towel with a faint scent of sweat. He sniffed at the towel and felt a wave of musk wash over his face. So... warm and manly. Most importantly, it smelled familiar.
He gasped.
He remembered.
He remembered everything.
This is… But... But...
His hand reached out and grabbed the towel. He brought it close to his nose and inhaled deeply.
Jaguar had warned him earlier—that Mistletoe's pheromones made people extremely horny. He also recalled how he couldn't control his lusts while being in the presence of Mistletoe's pheromones.
And now he was smelling the villain's scent… willingly!
Renegade closed his eyes tightly as he felt aroused by Mistletoe's scent. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he could not stop it. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, letting the scent fill his lungs. He held it in for a moment before exhaling slowly.
His heart pounded in his chest as his member began to harden beneath his pants.
"Miss me?"
Renegade jumped at the sound of the familiar voice. He turned his head slightly and saw the bearded face of the masked villain who once completely dominated him.
"Mistletoe!"
The villain smiled wickedly and stepped forward. His lean and furry arms wrapped around Renegade's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Their lips met passionately, their tongues dancing together in a flurry of excitement as Mistletoe fed that handsome hero his saliva, laced with his powerful lust-inducing pheromones.
"Ughhh!" Renegade moaned loudly as his brain instantly drew a blank.
The poisonous taste of Mistletoe returned to wreck his superhero's mind again. After two years of abstinence from the musky pheromones of Mistletoe, everything came back in a tidal wave that the hero's mind could not withstand.
Mistletoe's tongue invaded his mouth and pushed past his teeth. His hands roamed over Renegade's slackened body, caressing his muscular torso and firm pecs. Renegade let out another muffled moan as Mistletoe's fingers kneaded his tight ass cheeks. A shiver went through his spine as he felt the villain's firm grip on his buttocks.
"Please... No... Not again. L-Let me go before you regret it."
"What do you mean?" Mistletoe asked with a curious tone as he released Renegade.
Renegade fell back onto the chair as if all his strength had been sapped from him. Mistletoe stood above him, looking down at the muscled stud with a smirk on his face. Renegade struggled to speak, but his words were slurred and incoherent. All he wanted was to escape the seductive spell of Mistletoe's pheromones.
Renegade croaked out weakly as his cock hardened within his costume. "G-Get away from me. Jaguar's here. Y-You don't want to mess with him."
"Jaguar?" Mistletoe looked confused.
"He's coming," Renegade said in a weak voice. "You better run."
"Run? I'm not running anywhere!" Mistletoe laughed. "Besides, there's nowhere to go."
"Then you're screwed!"
At that moment, Renegade’s expression changed. He lunged forward toward the festive villain with unexpected strength.
Mistletoe stumbled backward in surprise. "What?!"
Has Renegade found a way to resist my pheromones? Shit!
The superhero reached behind his back and unclipped his utility belt. He quickly triggered a smoke bomb that exploded and covered the room in a thick haze.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I got to get out of here. I got too cocky too fast!
Mistletoe coughed as he held his hand against his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears as he gasped for air.
Renegade strolled towards Mistletoe, who was coughing violently as he tried to cover his mouth with his hands. He grabbed one of Mistletoe's wrists and lifted it, exposing the villain's hairy pit.
Mistletoe closed his eyes, expecting the cold metal of handcuffs over his wrist as the hunky hero came to apprehend him.
But instead, he felt something unexpected.
Warm… Wet… What is this?
Opening his eyes slightly, Mistletoe started to grin wickedly.
Renegade had buried his handsome face into Mistletoe's musky armpits.
"Ughh..." Renegade moaned as he inhaled deeply. He breathed more of the villain's scent, making his head spin. His eyes rolled back, and he was lost in the aromatic world of lust.
"You like my scent, don't you?" Mistletoe asked pantingly as he regained his composure. He balled up his fist around Renegade's jet-black locks.
The hero nodded, muffled, with his face buried deep in the villain's pits, savoring his musk.
The power of Primal Cologne lingered on after two years.
Renegade had no escape. Not then, not now, not ever.
Mistletoe moaned as he watched the mindless hero suck on his sweaty armpits. He could feel the superhero's firm grip on his wrist. He felt the stud's lips plucking and tasting his armpit hair with uncontrollable desire.
“Oh… Fuck. I have no idea how much I need this,” the young hero moaned.
The villain's cock twitched and hardened as he felt the warm breath of Renegade's hot mouth on his sensitive spot. As Renegade licked and sucked, the villain and hero were drawn closer together by their mutual lusts. Their hot, sweaty bodies pressed tightly together.
With his other free hand, he groped the hero's shaft and could feel the member throb beneath his black pants.
The lust from the submissive hero made his cock throb and grow harder. Mistletoe knew that if he didn't stop Renegade now, he would be forced to give in to his desires.
But tonight was not about Renegade.
"No! Stop!" Mistletoe cried out as he tried to push Renegade away. "Let me go!"
"Not yet," Renegade replied lustfully as he continued to suck on Mistletoe's pits. "More... Please!"
"No!" Mistletoe yelled as he pushed Renegade off him. The dazed superhero stumbled backward and looked confused.
Mistletoe smirked as he handed Renegade something, "You said Jaguar is here too. Why don't we get him to join us? The more, the merrier."
"J-Jaguar?" Renegade swallowed hard. His mind could no longer think clearly.
Looking down at his hand, he saw what Mistletoe had passed him. A dirty yellowish jockstrap. A strong and pungent wave of Mistletoe's lust-inducing pheromone seemed to be emitted from the used garment. It took Renegade all of his concentration not to dig into the delicious delicacy presented before him.
"Get him, and I will give you what you want," Mistletoe smiled.
"H-he'll never come..." Renegade stared, confused at first.
"You are a superhero, aren't you? You know what to do."
Renegade gulped and nodded as he grabbed the jockstrap and tucked it into the back of his costume, between his asscrack.
"Yes, Mistletoe."
Chapter 6
As Jaguar made his way toward the meeting point with his sidekick Renegade, he could smell the distinct locker room scent coming from somewhere ahead. His keen sense of smell from his ability, "Feral State", had allowed him to detect the distinctive odor wafting from around the corner in front of him. The pleasant masculine scent was getting stronger as he neared the turn. The smell was vaguely familiar but, at the same time, strange as well.
"What the hell is that smell?" Jaguar wondered aloud as his cock throbbed unconsciously beneath his tight outfit. He walked slowly in the direction of the unusual yet strangely tantalizing scent.
Unknown to Jaguar, Mistletoe had stuffed weeks' worth of used jockstraps and semen-soaked underwear into the air-conditioning system, all in the plan to take down the mighty Gallant. But unfortunately for Jaguar, his keen sense of smell was his Achille's heel in this case. The strong, amplified smell of the worn-out jockstraps was overwhelming his enhanced sense of smell, flooding his nostril with lust-inducing pheromones unwarily.
Jaguar continued to explore the corridors. All the while, he was exposed to the powerful pheromones emanating from the used jockstraps. He adjusted his growing crotch unknowingly as he continued to enter the staging room - the meeting point with his mentee. He could see the backstage set of the Christmas cut-outs and decorations. Box after box of presents was laid out in front of him.
Mistletoe watched from behind the large support pillar that separated him from the rest of the staging room as the muscular hero entered through the door. Even from a distance, Mistletoe could see the big muscles rippling underneath Jaguar's costume as he walked inside. Blended with the pungent scent, Mistletoe grinned, knowing that the feline superhero could not detect him.
The villain watched as Renegade appeared from the other end of the stage and strolled over to his muscled mentor. They began sharing their report findings.
Mistletoe giggled softly when he noticed a part of his soiled jockstrap sticking out between the young hero's butt crack. Renegade then pointed to the parcels all over the place - little gifts Mistletoe had stowed away for this elaborate trap to take down the muscled god Gallant.
Jaguar nodded and picked up one of the parcels. After opening it, his face swung to the side with disgust. The strong, pungent scent of the sweat-soaked towel hit the experienced hero. Instantly, he felt a daze coming over his mind, and his cock twitched in his pants, but the muscled hero quickly shook it off.
Mistletoe watched as Jaguar pointed to their utility belts and pulled out a collapsible air filter that fixed over their mouth and nose to prevent the inhalation of the villain's lustful pheromones.
Damn it. Jaguar and his gadgets. What are you going to do now, Renegade?
Renegade pointed to the boxes on the floor, and the duo began picking up the presents, attempting to clear the space littered with an aphrodisiac minefield. As Jaguar was preoccupied with the clean-up, he did not notice when Renegade was just behind him.
Mistletoe was watching from the shadows, waiting for a moment of distraction for Renegade to strike. He knew this would be the best time to make his move... and Renegade knew it too.
The mentee pulled out his stun taser baton and slammed onto Jaguar's lower back with the highest voltage possible. The unsuspecting hero opened his eyes wide in surprise and pain and let out a muffled yelp. All the presents in his hands fell and emptied their soiled content, littering the ground with the villain's laundry of smelly gym towels, yellow socks, and cum-stained underwear.
"What the fuck!" Jaguar yelled as he stumbled forward in pain. Quickly, he turned around to face his mentee, who had removed his gas mask.
Renegade's face was red with lust as the villain's poisonous pheromones rose from the garments all around. "I'm sorry, Jaguar. But I need you to enjoy Mistletoe with me."
"Fuck! I knew it was a mistake to bring you along for this villain," said Jaguar, wiping his forehead. "You're a fucking idiot, Renegade. Snap out of it."
Renegade took a deep breath, and his muscular body suddenly seemed more prominent than before. His muscles bulged as if ready to burst out of his skin, and his eyes turned onto Jaguar like a beast hunting its prey.
With that, Renegade leaped toward Jaguar and attempted to strike him with his taser batons. The Kant Guardian quickly blocked the attacks skillfully. As Jaguar fought with his mentee, it was clear that Renegade had somehow become stronger, as if the villain’s musky scent fueled him. Very quickly, Renegade's strikes hastened with even more strength than before.
Jaguar blocked the aggressive electrifying attacks as he retreated.
Shit! Did we underestimate his powers? It seemed that lust was only one type of pheromone that Mistletoe uses. The pheromones were making him stronger and faster. It was as if Renegade was being pumped with steroids! But... this was not enough for this foolish sidekick to overwhelm me.
Jaguar let out a roar as his muscles swelled with power, and his eyes burned with intensity. Veins popped on his neck and scarred arms. The veteran's body was pumped with the raw masculine power of a mighty lion when his superpower, Feral State, was activated.
With his enhanced physique, Jaguar countered back with a barrage of powerful punches and kicks. The battle raged on, and the sheer strength of his mentor soon overpowered Renegade.
Finally, Renegade was driven to a corner by his mentor. His enhanced attacks were nothing but feeble attempts to defy his mentor. Unable to back away anymore, Jaguar reached for his utility belt for a tranquilizer. He needed to end this futile battle with his mentee and get them out of there before the villain got the upper hand from their internal feud.
"Renegade, I'm sorry, but I have to put you out -"
Before Jaguar could continue, a strong and revolting scent flooded through his air filter, taking Jaguar by surprise. A heady scent filled his nostrils as he breathed it deeply.
Renegade had pulled out the potent jockstrap from between his asscrack and sealed it over Jaguar's air filter.
Fuck? Why? The air filter is damaged from the taser?
Before he knew it, Jaguar's thick muscular legs weakened as he began to succumb to Mistletoe's pheromones. With his head becoming dizzy, Jaguar tried to gain focus while shuffling through the boxes on the floor. His body was struggling to focus, and his vision blurred.
Mistletoe smiled as he observed the effect of his pheromones on the veteran hero.
Renegade walked over to his struggling mentor, who glared back pantingly. "You're getting weaker, aren't you? You're already under Mistletoe's control."
"W-What? What's happening?"
"I know how to break your Feral State," said Renegade. "Your enhanced sense of smell will augment the effects of Mistletoe's musk even more."
"No, Renegade. Stop -"
Before Jaguar could grab his hand, Renegade pulled the air filter from Jaguar's face and stuffed it with Mistletoe's dirty jockstrap. Snapping it back in place, Jaguar was left with an immediate and intoxicating whiff of the villain's scent. His raging erection instantly strained against his tight black pants.
"Renegade, what are you doing?!" The veteran hero shouted muffled as he tried to pull off the air filter, but the steroid-pumped Renegade quickly grabbed his hands.
"You won't be able to resist Mistletoe's pheromones, old man. Let's see how well they work on you too."
"Stop!"
Mistletoe's pheromones were now assaulting his senses. Jaguar was overwhelmed by the pheromones, and the intense arousal overcame his body. His erection throbbed painfully against his tight pants. He felt like he was losing control of his mind and was powerless to stop the villain's power from invading his mind and body.
"You want to be dominated by Mistletoe. You want to be his slut." said Renegade. "You want to submit to Mistletoe and his wonderful smell."
Jaguar tried to fight back in his weakened state, but his mentee seemed much stronger now.
Another voice called out from behind them, "Well, the mighty feline hero and Kant Guardian, Jaguar."
Jaguar turned to see a bearded man in a green and red costume with a bright yellow belt. A green leafy mask covered his eyes. Around his neck was a choker with a single stalk of mistletoe hanging from it. This was the villain they had been looking for - Mistletoe!
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