Leather Bound Loyalty: Nils' Secret Santa Gift
The locker room still hummed with the fading echoes of practice, sweat, laughter, the clatter of cleats. Nils, PDU-034, lingered as Waterboy 01, wiping down benches with quiet efficiency. That's when he spotted it: a sleek black-and-gold box tucked into his locker, wrapped in golden ribbon. No name, just a small embossed crown on top.
He carried it home, curiosity burning brighter than post-practice fatigue. Inside lay treasures tailored to him, each wrapped in soft black tissue:
A thick leather-bound anthology of Viking sagas, the cover embossed with golden runes that caught the light like treasure. A custom gaming harness, black leather straps etched with gold patterns, perfectly sized for his controllers. A rugged leather hiking belt pouch, compartments lined for tools and trail snacks. A painting kit, but the canvas was a thick leather collar prototype, shimmering with tiny golden flecks. And finally, a miniature golden PC chassis with pre-sleeved black leather cables, ready for him to build something powerful.
At the bottom, a note in bold, confident script: Happy Holidays! – Ezan
Nils' heart thudded. He slipped the leather collar around his neck like a necklace, just to test the weight. Warmth spread through him, subtle, golden, inviting. He left it on.
That night, the Golden Chalice Pub glowed under amber lights. Leather Night had the whole Golden Army buzzing, golden bros in gold jerseys mixed with black leather harnesses, vests, chaps. The air was thick with musk, victory, and spilled ale. Nils worked behind the bar in his golden kit, number 34 gleaming, pouring drinks with steady hands, until the door swung open.
Ezan strode in like he owned the night.
Tight black leather pants hugged every ridge of muscle, the shine catching every light as they contoured his thick thighs and unmistakable bulge. A reflective black leather jacket hung open over his bare, sculpted chest, gold chain glinting against warm skin. Knee-high mirror-polished black leather boots finished the look. His wavy brown hair was perfectly faded, full beard trimmed sharp, and those hypnotic golden-brown eyes scanned the room until they locked on Nils.
Ezan leaned over the bar, cocky smirk in place. "Make it strong, bro, like you."
Nils' hands trembled as he poured. Ezan's scent hit him, musky, warm, commanding. Their eyes met: deep black against molten gold. Something shifted inside Nils, like a key turning.
Later, Ezan pulled him into a dimly lit booth. The noise of the pub faded.
"Liked your gifts?" Ezan asked, voice low and playful.
Nils nodded, throat tight. "They were… perfect."
Ezan chuckled, dumb-jock charm flashing. "Knew they would be. You're too good for just water duty, Viking boy. All that strength, that focus, building PCs, stitching patterns, hiking mountains. Imagine channelling it for something greater." He pulled a thick leather armband from his pocket, sliding it onto Nils' bicep. It fit like it was made for him.
The warmth returned, stronger. Nils felt his hobbies reforge in his mind: precision fingers now embroidering golden patches on team gear, endurance legs hiking at Ezan's side, calm mind archiving every Golden Army legend in leather-bound logs.
Ezan leaned closer, breath warm against Nils' ear. "Let the leather bind you. Submit to gold."
Nils sank slowly to one knee, not forced, just inevitable. Addicted.
Ezan led him to a private back room, door clicking shut. There, under soft golden light, he fastened the gold-accented leather collar from the box around Nils' neck. It clicked into place like it had always belonged there.
New gear appeared, shiny black leather shorts with golden "034" accents down the sides, a jacket matching Ezan's, open and proud. Nils stood transformed, calm demeanour now laced with quiet devotion. He looked up at Ezan and spoke, voice steady:
"I'll archive our stories. Build our machines. Hike wherever you lead."
Ezan grinned wide, arrogant and proud, then pulled Nils into a crushing hug, accidentally knocking over a glass of ale in his excitement. It splashed across both their leather-clad chests, sparkling gold under the lights.
"Oops," Ezan laughed, dumb and charming. "Guess you'll be cleaning that up too, leather boy."
They returned to the party together, Ezan leading, Nils at his side. Golden eyes met icy blue in perfect unity. The team cheered, sensing the new bond.
Months later, Nils thrived. By team firesides he read epic tales from his leather-bound book, voice deep and captivating. He painted custom emblems onto leather gear for every bro. Built golden PCs that hummed with power. Hiked endless trails, always one step behind his Emir.
The Golden Army grew stronger, shinier, more bound than ever.
And somewhere in the glow of victory, Nils, PDU-034, Ezan's devoted leather boy, knew he'd found exactly where he belonged.
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Happy holidays! @polo-drone-034