GUESTS FOR CHRISTMAS
"The Twelve Slaves of Christmas"
Chapter 4 (Conclusion): A Surprise Visit

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over
the age of eighteen years

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): December, 2009
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"The characters and ideas contained in this story are the
writer's and shouldn't be used without permission. Please respect
the integrity of the story and don't rewrite."

Chapter 4: A Surprise Visit

Sebastian is overjoyed at how things are progressing. What, he
asks himself, could be more pleasing than relaxing with Olaf and
his six friends over a good Scotch whisky?

The eight men are replete after their sumptuous Christmas Eve
dinner and their moods are mellow. Outside in the garden, the
shrill chirping of the cicadas ebbs and sounds ceaselessly in the
warm evening air and finally the long twilight is giving way to
night-time darkness.

The air in the drawing room is oppressive and Sebastian instructs
his slaves to open the French windows to the cool evening breeze.
The homestead is centrally heated and air conditioned but for
tonight, Sebastian has eschewed the air conditioning in favour of
fans operated by his slaves.

Many years ago - when he was a boy - his mother had taken him to
see a movie about Cleopatra. He remembers the jaw dropping sight
of young male slaves, their muscular bodies coated in oil and
clad in the briefest of loincloths, standing on either side of
their Mistress cooling her with colourful feather fans attached
to long poles. He still vividly recalls the erotic spectacle of
this and he often wonders if that is when the seeds of his
interest in slavery were first sown.

Later, there were other films that repeated this theme of
manually operated fans and the one that stays with him is the
`pukka' fan - operated by a system of cords and pulleys - and
used by the British Raj in colonial India and other parts of the
Empire.

Consisting of long thin strips of either very light timber or
canvas, the pukka fan was suspended from the ceiling and operated
by an individual - usually a native of the colony - known as a
`pukka wallah`. The wallahs pulled cords attached to the fans and
kept them moving back and forth to, at least, give the illusion
of cooling the room.

Tonight, Sebastian has chosen to replicate these memories.
Standing alongside each of his guests is a slave equipped with a
feather fan attached to a long pole and it is incumbent upon the
slaves to ensure his friends are kept comfortably cool. Unlike
Cleopatra's slaves however, his slaves are completely nude and
their bodies aren't coated with oil; he values his expensive
furnishings far too much to have them soiled by oil from a
slave's body.

As a backdrop to their conversations, Sebastian and his friends
hear the gentle "swish-swishing" of two newly installed, overhead
pukkas as they move through the resisting air. Instead of native
wallahs, these are operated by young, naked slaves and Sebastian
and his guests lasciviously watch the erotic play of the room's
subdued lighting on their firm, muscular bodies.

Sebastian had great difficulty in obtaining these pukkas.
Extensive researching had disclosed that they are unobtainable -
after all there isn't any demand for such an archaic form of
cooling. But this didn't deter Sebastian; as long as the pukkas
provided the visual effect he wanted he wasn't concerned with
their effectiveness.

Eventually, after much persistence, he'd found a reluctant
manufacturer in the city who was prepared to design and make them
for an exorbitant price. The cost meant nothing to Sebastian and
he was absolutely delighted when they were delivered to the
property and installed in the drawing-room. So much so, that he
will have another two installed in the dining-room. He'll need to
position the "wallahs" so that he can watch the "play" of their
bodies as he eats. But why stop there. He decided to place one in
his bedroom. He has an erotic vision of himself lying in bed
fucking a young, naked slave as a "wallah" cools them.

Sebastian thinks to himself: "Ah! What decadence". But then,
Sebastian isn't a stranger to the exotic and the bizarre. Yes,
he'll most certainly have the new pukkas installed as soon as
possible.

Sebastian, ever the flamboyant, feels there is an air of
"oriental decadence" within the room. As he looks at the
contented faces of his friends reclining back in their chairs, he
is delighted to see they are overwhelmed by the sheer theatre of
all this. He is so glad that he'd opted not to use the more
prosaic air-conditioning plant tonight.

Always the perfect host, Sebastian has other slaves moving around
the room ensuring that glasses are never empty and that nibbles
are always at hand for his guests. And kneeling at the feet of
his friends are the graduates - each slave patiently awaits his
"loaned" master's pleasure.

Like his guests, Sebastian is content. He asks himself - what
could be more pleasant than to spend Christmas Eve with his
closest friends?


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Sebastian glances at his watch and, almost as though he is acting
on a pre-arranged signal, Olaf excuses himself explaining to
Sebastian's guests.

"There are one or two things I need to attend to."

For the next hour, Sebastian listens with interest to all his
friends have to tell him about their jobs, families, mutual
friends and life in the city generally. As he listens, he
realises just how much he has grown away from his old life but he
doesn't feel any regret. He is content with his life here on the
property.

For him, there is never a dull moment. He has the property to
manage, his garden to enjoy and he has his hobby to while away
the time. No indeed! He doesn't miss his old life and anyway now
that he has discovered Olaf, he has much to look forward to. The
prospect of "exploring" Olaf in greater depth is one that both
delights and excites him.

Inevitably, the conversation begins to pall; his friends become
somnambulant and begin his "nod off". Sebastian is concerned that
his friends will soon want to retire to their rooms with their
slaves. That's the last thing he wants to happen. Anxiously, he
looks at his watch once more - and wonders - where on earth is
Olaf? What's taking him so long?

Desperately, he seeks to delay them from saying "good night" and
he re-energises the conversation with a series of inconsequential
questions. He knows his friends will see this as idle chatter on
his part but they are too polite to say so - perhaps they even
put this inanity down to the isolated life they think he leads
and feel sympathy for him.

Then, to his great relief, Olaf re-enters the room and apologises
for his absence before cryptically saying to Sebastian.

"Everything is OK. It's all set to go."

"What's OK? What's all set to go? Sebastian is there something
wrong?" Marcus asks concernedly.

"NO! No, there's nothing wrong. It's just a little diversion I've
planned for you. I know you're all tired and I can see you're
eager to get your slaves into your beds, but please bear with me
for a little longer."

"Sebastian, you sly fox. What have you planned? If I know you,
it`s something quite outrageous. Tell us, don`t keep us in
suspense."

Sebastian ignores Gabriel's comments and simply replies.

"You'll have to wait. Just be patient for a little longer. Now,
if I can be excused, I'll leave you in Olaf's capable hands.
Please, help yourselves to more drinks. I'll return soon."

As he leaves the room, Sebastian is pleased to note his waiter
slaves move quickly and unprompted to replenish his now alert and
curious friends` glasses. He takes pride in the standard of
service that his household slaves offer but wonders - is it time
to replace them? He has had them "in service" within his
household for perhaps two years now and surely it is time for a
change.

But what about their replacements? He does have the six new
recruits who could possibly be trained for "household duties".
After Christmas, he must discuss this with Olaf and perhaps the
house slaves could be made ready for the mid-year auction instead
of the new recruits. But for now, he has other more immediate
things on his mind.

Olaf sits quietly as the six men speculate on what it is that
Sebastian is "up to" and what surprises he is about to spring on
them. He listens with interest as they discuss Sebastian and his
outrageous behaviour when he was so much a part of the city`s
"scene" in his younger days. He is surprised at the depth of
their affection for Sebastian and he knows instinctively that
their high regard for him is genuine.

He has, of course, gotten to know Sebastian well in the years he
has worked with him. However, he has always treated Sebastian
with the respect due to him as his employer. Obviously, he
doesn't know Sebastian as well as these six friends who have
known him from their student days together at university.

With his own deep feelings for Sebastian, he therefore listens
intently as they relate, with much laughter, some of Sebastian's
early exploits. He is well aware of Sebastian's flamboyance - and
it is one of the things that attract him - but listening to these
men he gains insights into Sebastian's character that he finds
intriguing.

It will be interesting to get to know Sebastian better once
Christmas is over. Once more he is embarrassed by the tumescence
that the thought of Sebastian always brings him and he hopes the
other men don't notice it.

But then, why would they? As they talk, they have taken a renewed
physical interest in their slaves and they are now busy fondling
and stroking their bodies; Olaf sees that both the masters and
their slaves sport obvious, rampant erections, so his own goes
unnoticed. It is very clear that the slaves will get little rest
this night.

As the only two free men on the property, Sebastian and Olaf, in
their common loneliness, often socialise together over dinner and
drinks of an evening. And of course, they have built up an easy
rapport in their joint "training" of the slaves. They share a
common predilection for involving the slaves in "group" training
and Olaf often supposes this borders on the orgiastic.
Nevertheless, both men enjoy these joint, training sessions
enormously and eagerly participate in them.

Whenever, the conversation flag, Olaf, who is now eager for
further knowledge about Sebastian, asks questions of the six men.
These questions serve a twofold purpose; they keep the group
occupied as it waits for Sebastian's return and more importantly,
it gives him previously unknown details about his employer and
his hopefully soon-to-be lover. Eventually, their talking ceases
and the six friends now focus their full attentions on their
attendant slaves.

Olaf is surprised at the uninhibited attitudes that the men adopt
in each other's` company. They are completely at ease with their
sexuality and there isn't any false modesty on their part;
obviously they aren't strangers to group sex.

One by one, they order their respective slaves to position
themselves between their legs and unbidden, the slaves bend to
take their masters' hard, eager cocks into their mouths and begin
suctioning. Enviously, Olaf watches the erotic scene being played
out before him. He would dearly like to join them but he must
stay alert for Sebastian's return.

As he watches the gentle "bobbing" up and down of the slaves'
heads and the six delightfully rounded arses moving in harmony
with the suctioning mouths, Olaf feels a delicious throbbing in
his groin. He has experienced the warm, moist embrace of these
slaves' mouths and he knows only too well the intense enjoyment
they can bring to an eager, impatient cock.

Other than the soft "swish-swoosh" of the pukka fans, the only
sounds to be heard are the slurping, heavy breathing, sighs of
contentment and the occasional grunts as the slaves pleasure
their temporary masters.

Olaf groans inwardly; watching the scene being played out before
him is too much for his human flesh to bear. It takes all his
willpower to resist Adrian's invitation to.

"Olaf. Why don't you grab yourself a slave and join us?"

DAMMIT! He is sorely tempted and he briefly considers ordering
one of the waiters to kneel before him. But a quick look at his
watch tells him there isn't time for him to indulge himself; it
is almost midnight. It is almost time for Sebastian's surprise.

With their stomachs full of rich food and their moods mellowed by
Sebastian's excellent whisky, the six friends recline back in
their chairs. Each is lost in his own little world of the intense
pleasure that his slave's mouth affords him. They sigh with soft
contentment as the tight, rounded mouths slowly piston up and
down their rampant erections and their bodies jerk involuntarily
as the tip of a caressing tongue finds the "right spot".

With their eyes closed, they don't see the sudden explosion of
light as the gardens are lit up with multi-coloured flood-lights.

They do however, hear the raucous sounds of the song, "JINGLE
BELLS, JINGLE BELLS" blasting through a loud-speaker intruding
into the quietness of the drawing-room. Startled, they ask of
Olaf.

"What the fuck...?" "What's going on, Olaf?"

The intimacy of the moment is lost; they push their slaves away
and sheepishly arrange their clothing almost like guilty children
caught with their hands in the candy jar.

Olaf smiles at their confusion and he thinks of their quickly
wilting cocks - he knows that Sebastian would be amused by the
bewildered looks on their faces - but he simply says.

"Could you all move out onto the veranda please?"

 Then, noting the slaves moving to follow he snaps.

"NOT YOU! STAY WHERE YOU ARE! Stay on your knees and wait for
your masters' return."

Puzzled by the sudden turn of events, the six men follow Olaf out
onto the wide veranda overlooking the floodlit driveway and
gardens. The tune has changed to "SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN"
played with the same ear-deafening loudness of the previous tune.
They don't notice the remote controller that Olaf is carrying
until they see him adjust the volume from very loud to barely
audible.

This allows them to speak.

Now Olaf is bombarded by their questions. "What's happening?",
"Is this one of Sebastian's pranks?", "Where IS Sebastian and
what's he up to?" or "Please, Olaf. Tell us what's going on?"

The questions tumble out in quick succession and Olaf isn't given
the chance to answer. Instead he listens as the six talk
animatedly among themselves and speculate as to whether or not
they are about to witness one of Sebastian's more bizarre pranks.
Unnoticed, Olaf switches off the music and now silence reigns in
the gardens.

The sudden blast of music had temporarily silenced the shrill
chirping of the cicadas and the calls of night birds; the gardens
are now wrapped in a sense of quiet calm.

Olaf looks up into the clear night sky. Unpolluted by city
lights, it is a myriad of stars and Olaf seeks out the one
constellation that always holds his interest - the "Southern
Cross" and its sister stars the "Pointers."

Fondly, he remembers the night, when standing in this same spot,
Sebastian had first pointed them out to him and given him the
practical advice that should he ever become lost then these stars
will give him direction.

Puzzled, he'd asked Sebastian about this and to his immense
surprise - and delight - Sebastian had put his left arm around
Olaf's shoulder and drew him closer to his own body. Then using
his other arm to point upwards, Sebastian had explained how if
you draw an imaginary line down from the upright of the Southern
Cross and another one down from a point midway between the two
Pointers to the horizon, then the spot where these two lines
intersect gives you the approximate position of South on the
compass.

Olaf remembers the geography lesson but it was the unexpectedness
of Sebastian's embrace and the warmth of his hard body that
thrilled him more.

Sadly, nothing had ever happened again - that is until today. Now
he hopes for many more such embraces.

"Shush! Do you hear that?" Jeremy asks suddenly.

"No. I don't hear anything".

"Nor me."

"You're hearing things, Jeremy. It must be that Sebastian's
whisky is affecting you."

Jeremy ignores his friends' answers and continues to listen - but
for what, he's not sure.

Olaf remains silent, but he's aware that Jeremy's hearing isn't
defective for he also hears the faint tinkling of bells somewhere
out in the midnight darkness.

"Hey guys! Listen up. Jeremy's right. I do hear something".
Adrian is the next to hear. "Don't you hear what I hear?. It's
very faint, but it sounds like bells ringing".

Now all six strain to hear and as they listen they begin to hear
the faint, musical chimes of bells lost somewhere in the darkness
of the driveway. Bemused, they continue to listen in silence as
the rhythmic sounds grows louder.

Perplexed, they struggle to make sense of what they are hearing.
There's no longer any doubt that they do hear the sound of
tinkling bells coming nearer all the time. But why? Where are
they coming from and to what purpose?

The situation is incongruous - Sebastian's property, of
necessity, is an isolated one with many kilometres separating it
from its nearest neighbour and it is now past midnight on
Christmas Eve It is highly unlikely that anyone would be visiting
Sebastian at this hour; but then with Sebastian - one never
knows?

No longer doubting that Sebastian is behind what is happening,
they are left to wait for developments. They aren't strangers to
Sebastian's flamboyant behaviour. Over the years they have been
witnesses to many of his pranks which range from the bizarre and
exotic through to the absurd and the ridiculous.

Now they wonder - what category does this latest one will fall in
to? They don't have long to wait.

As the sound of the bells grows ever louder, it is joined by the
"clip-clopping" of hooves scrunching in the loose gravel of the
driveway. Their curiosity now aroused, they peer down the
flood-lit drive watching and waiting ........

Olaf, of course, knows what is about to happen; he has played a
part in the preparations of Sebastian's surprise. He is now well
aware of Sebastian's flare for "showmanship" but initially, in
the past, he had been bemused by it. It had taken him some time
to adjust himself to Sebastian's "sense of fun" and at first he'd
regarded Sebastian as a "show-off"- or what was that Australian
expression used to describe such a person? Ah! That's it - a
"show pony".

He is by nature reserved, and at the beginning, he'd retained
much of his European formality. But as he'd lived and worked with
Sebastian over the past few years, he'd "lightened-up" and he now
recognises the fun side of Sebastian. Although, he is well aware
that only Sebastian has the ability and flare to do the
improbable or the ludicrous. Left to a person of lesser talent,
Sebastian's actions would be considered childish and viewed with
ridicule or even scorn.

However, Olaf, like the six friends, has become accustomed to his
outrageous antics and like them; he finds this side of
Sebastian's character to be engaging. Although - and if he is
absolutely truthful - he's not sure about this current escapade.

In some aspects, Sebastian remains something of an enigma to
Olaf. On the one hand, there is his flamboyancy and outrageous
humour and yet there is another side of him that is a little
darker and out of keeping with the fun side of his character.

Olaf had listened to the earlier dinner table exchange about
Sebastian's "little hobby" and his disdain for slaves. He'd
spoken with such passion that there wasn't any doubting the
sincerity of his views - views that he himself shared. But then
his own character isn't like Sebastian's; his is more subdued and
he's well aware of the darker side of his psyche that guiltlessly
allows him to assist Sebastian in his slaving activities.

Put simply, his nature is more serious and restrained than
Sebastian's and he doesn't possess Sebastian's highly developed
sense of the outrageous.

He is well aware of Sebastian's relaxed attitude to enslaving
young men, training them as pleasure slaves and then auctioning
them off at exorbitant figures to an exclusive clientele. And as
Sebastian himself had said - it's not done for the financial
rewards but because it's something he enjoys doing.

Olaf himself doesn't have any qualms with this but he does wonder
how Sebastian's attitude jells with the playful side of his
character. How can someone as fun-loving and as carefree as
Sebastian engage in the frivolous activities for which he is
renowned and yet so thoughtlessly and callously deprive young men
of their futures by enthusiastically making slaves of them.

For Olaf, this then is the enigma that is Sebastian.

Suddenly, his thoughts are interrupted by loud gasps and the
incredulous exclamations of the six men who, as one, exclaim.

"What the fuck?"

Looking up, Olaf sees the reason for their surprise; sweeping
around a bend of the drive into the gardens is a huge red sleigh
drawn by six reindeers and driven by none other than Santa Claus
himself. And sitting alongside him are two elves; one wears a red
pixie hat and the other a green one. Apart from their hats, they
wear shiny black, pointed-toed shoes and nothing else.

Rendered momentarily speechless by this innocuous sight, the six
listen to the loud, cheerful greeting from Santa Claus himself.

"HO! HO! HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! I HOPE YOU"VE ALL BEEN
GOOD BOYS? HA! HA! HAH!"

As the sleigh draws level to the front steps, Santa pulls back on
the reins and brings the reindeer to a sudden halt. Exhausted by
their long run, the six reindeer gulp air into lungs that have
been starved of oxygen, shake their antlered heads and stomp
their hooves. Their sweaty bodies still shake from their
exertions and their flanks are quivering. They stand quietly as
Santa climbs out of the sled, retrieves his sack of presents and
walks towards the group standing on the veranda.

As he approaches them, the six friends break into loud guffaws of
laughter. For behind the white beard and jolly, rotund figure,
they recognise Sebastian. They crowd around him and ply him with
questions. He is absolutely delighted by their responses and
laughter and he good-humouredly answers their questions.

He relates how the idea had occurred to him two months ago to
invite them all to spend Christmas with him and how he'd planned
to stage his little pageant. In great detail, he explains the
difficulties he'd experienced in obtaining the sleigh - there
being no market for them in Australia.

After much searching, he'd finally located a workshop whose
owner, although heavily committed for work, would for an
exorbitant fee, make him a sleigh, albeit modified for his
requirements. Rather than the customary runners, his sleigh is
fitted with wheels that are cleverly concealed behind the side
façades of the sleigh. But to the observer, it appears that his
sleigh does indeed run on its sleds. Boastfully, he asks.

"It's very clever wouldn't you agree? But come and have closer
look at it. And while you`re about it, you can pat the reindeer.
I think Olaf may have some carrots that you can feed to them
should you want to do so."

As the men inspect the sleigh, the distressed reindeer re-act to
their close proximity; their nervous fidgeting causes the bells
attached to their harnesses to tinkle musically.

Sebastian's friends are overwhelmed with the sleigh as indeed
they are meant to be; Sebastian would have been most disappointed
had they not been impressed. As usual, he has spared no expense
in its construction.

Built on a lightweight frame - for manoeuvrability - its bright,
Christmas red colour, highlighted with white and gilt, sparkles
under the floodlights and it would have done a Hollywood set
proud.

The seating is upholstered in the finest red leather which
matches the bodywork and retains that delicious scent one
associates with newly manufactured leather. Responding to
Sebastian's invitation, they climb, one by one, into the seat and
sit between the two elves and look out over the backs of the
three pairs of reindeer now standing placidly before them.

As accustomed as they are to Sebastian's idiosyncrasies and
extravagance, the friends are left to wonder about this latest
prank. They can only guess at the money he has spent to have the
sleigh constructed and delivered to this remote property so far
out of the city. And from what he tells them, it was done solely
for their benefit - to amuse and entertain them.

It's is so symptomatic of Sebastian's generosity of spirit that
he spares neither himself nor his money in the interests of his
friends and, as always, they are touched. Where many would see
what is happening tonight as bizarre, they see it as a gesture of
his affection for them - an affection that is reciprocated
unequivocally.

"Tell me. What do you think of my reindeer?" Sebastian suddenly
asks.

"They're very unusual; but impressive. Do they have names?"
Adrian asks.

"Of course they do! We all know that Santa's deer have names. Let
me introduce you to them. The lead pair is Donner and Blitzen,
immediately behind them are Dasher and Prancer and the pair at
the rear is Comet and Cupid. I'm very sorry, but Rudolf is
indisposed tonight and can't be with us."

As the six men move closer, the nervous reindeer, their pointed
ears alert and their black noses sniffing at the air, become
restless and they vainly try to shuffle away from the hands
seeking to stroke them. They stamp their hooves in futile
protest.

Standing at approximately two metres tall, their six to eight
pointed antlers add another fifty to sixty centimetres to the
reindeers' overall heights. Their gleaming white rumps and the
white underside of their twitching bob tails reveal them to be of
the "white tail" variety.

Each reindeer wears a sparkling new harness of red and green
leather with golden bells attached which tinkle musically at
their slightest movements. Their laboured breathing has returned
to normal but their bodies still quiver - no longer from
exhaustion but rather from the unknown. As their bodies are
gently stroked, they gradually relax and warm to the attention
they are receiving.

"Dominic. You asked me earlier where my new recruits were. Allow
me to present them to you. They make splendid reindeer, don`t
they? What do you think?"

"Sebastian, they're magnificent. Truly magnificent! I'm amazed at
your imagi..........."

Dominic is flabbergasted and temporarily rendered speechless. As
are his five companions. Soon their surprise gives way to an
anticipatory delight as they crowd around the nervous reindeer.

The reindeer stand bewildered; their eyes wide with shock and
uncertainty. Harnessed to the sleigh they have nowhere to go; the
only option open to them is to stand and submit to the pawing of
their Master's friends.

This word "master" is one that is becoming more familiar to them
with the passing of each day. It is a word they weren't conscious
of until just a few short days ago. Then, they were free and
living their young lives to the full.

Now they are slaves and subject to the will of others. They
haven't as yet adjusted to their new status although their
interaction with the "graduates" leaves them in no doubt as to
their fates. They know they are to undergo rigorous training to
bring them up to the same high standard of the graduates before
they too are sold.

They know that the graduates are scheduled to mount the auction
block in three weeks' time. What they don't know is that they too
will be placed on display; they are to be "previewed" as the next
lot to be offered for sale in mid-year.

Hopefully their presence at the auction will generate enough
interest among the buyers for them to return in six months' time.
Again, and they aren't aware of it, Sebastian will keep his
valued clients updated on their progress by the e-mailing of
monthly reports and photos of the new slaves to them. This is one
of those thoughtful details that Sebastian's clients appreciate.

But for now, the reindeer feel fear and confusion. They are
fearful of what confronts them in their future lives and there is
the confusion of wondering why this is happening to them. And
there is an incredible sense of loss - the loss of their freedom,
the loss of their old lives and the loss of family and friends.

And this sense of loss is most pronounced tonight - Christmas
Eve. All six are profoundly sad.

As they stand docilely submitting to the "attentions" of their
master's guests they are overwhelmed by their feelings of shame
and humiliation. Tonight, at the whim of their Master, they have
been turned into figures of ridicule. They have become reindeer
for his guests' entertainment. In the late afternoon, they'd been
prepared for tonight by the man they know as Master Olaf.
Scrubbed clean, they had then been dressed for the occasion.

Humiliatingly, their arses have been painted a glowing white and
a short bobtail attached to the base of their spines where the
arse-crack begins - Master Olaf told them that they are meant to
be white-tail deer.

Each has been kitted out with long pointed ears and has a shiny
black nose clipped on to his own and they wear special boots,
cleverly designed to resemble cloven hooves and which make a loud
clip-clopping sound as they run. Master Olaf informed them, that
these boots and the harnesses they wear had been commissioned by
their owner especially for them.

They couldn't help but note the irony in his comments about how
fortunate they are to have such a considerate owner.

The last items of their costumes are the antlers fitted to their
heads. Weighing about 1.5 to 2 kilograms - and imported at great
expense from North America - they are secured to their heads by
an ingenious leather bridle that matches their harnesses. This
additional weight has the effect of making them feel top-heavy
and it was some time before they adjusted to the feel of their
antlers.

However, Master Olaf hadn't finished with them yet. There
remained one final indignity before he finally placed them in
harness.

Master Olaf stencilled the name of each reindeer, in large black
letters, across his chest.

All this had been done in the late afternoon and the reindeers
had been stabled in a shed on a remote part of the property out
of sight of the guests. There, they had waited until quite late
in the night when Master Olaf appeared and shackled them to the
sleigh and made them ready for Santa Claus.

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Any ideas they retain from their childhood about Santa Claus
being a kindly, jovial old character are dispelled tonight. The
sting of his whip and the fury of his tongue urging them onwards
soon destroy any illusions they might have as to his benevolence.
Their backs, buttocks and thighs feel the bite of Santa's leather
and the irritating welts they now wear are testimony to his
impatience.

Once seated in the sleigh with his two elves, Santa doesn't spare
his reindeer. The stables are located some two kilometres from
the homestead and Santa applies his whip to the reindeer to
ensure they pull with all their strength and run with the utmost
speed. However, they can be thankful that they are running in the
night time coolness rather than the heat of the day.

Nevertheless they are soon perspiring freely and their sweat
trickles down their torsos adding to their discomfort. As they
run the clip-clopping of their hooves and the jingling of the
bells attached to their harnesses make for pleasant listening for
Santa and his elves. The reindeer of course are too preoccupied
to appreciate this. But for Santa the night is magical.

Santa has a schedule to keep and the reindeer are urged onwards.
With each cut of the whip they throw their bodies forward in a
futile effort to outrun its cruel sting. Onward through the night
they run encouraged by Santa to maintain the pace he demands of
them.

The reindeer are oblivious to the sound of their hooves or the
musical tinkling of their bells - the only sound to intrude into
their consciousness is the rasping of their breathing as they try
desperately to refill their tortured lungs with oxygen. Bathed in
sweat, their chests heave and as they run their ridiculous tails
flip-flop up and down against their arses.

Finally, as they round a sweeping bend in the driveway, their
destination is in sight. Ahead of them are the floodlight
homestead and gardens and waiting on the veranda are Master Olaf
and a group of men. Santa gradually slows them down before
pulling back on their reins and bringing them to a halt at the
front steps of the house.

At last, they are able to relax after their exhausting run. They
sag in their harnesses and shake from their exertions. As their
aching bodies tremble, their legs spasm and their antlered heads
bow, they try desperately to replenish their oxygen starved
lungs. They are too pre-occupied with their discomfort and pain
to notice what is happening around them. They are only vaguely
aware that Santa has climbed down from the sleigh and is standing
at the centre of a boisterous group.

Slowly, their breathing returns to normal and their muscle spasms
cease and they now stand quietly at rest. Suddenly, they are
startled into alertness as Santa and the other men surround them
eager to inspect and discuss them.

"Marcus, you might be interested in Donner and Blitzen?" Santa
tells Marcus. "After all, it's because of you they are with us
tonight. Do you recognise them?"

The two leading reindeer look up as one of the men approaches
them. Their eyes widen in recognition; this is the man who had
watched them so intently at the beach and who had spirited them
away into slavery.

Marcus peers intently at the duo before replying.

"I do recognise Donner - his arse is familiar more so than his
face. As I said earlier it's what attracted my attention at the
beach.  The other one, Blitzen, managed to stay clothed and kept
his bathers on and I was left to visualise his arse. But looking
at it now, I see that it's every bit as delightful as is
Donner's. You're right Sebastian. Both boys are cute in that
department."

Now both reindeer shuffle uncomfortably, as Marcus begins his
close quarter's inspection of them. As yet they are unaccustomed
to being handled so intimately. Though in coming days, this will
become routine for them as both Sebastian and Olaf go about their
training.

But for now, they are embarrassed and ashamed as Marcus lovingly
fondles their buttocks and as he inserts his finger into the
dividing clefts they involuntarily lurch forward. This earns them
a rebuke from Santa to.

"Steady! Stand still."

As Marcus' finger continues its inexorable exploration, both
reindeer are aroused, and under his guiding hands they are
quickly brought to erection.  Their faces burn with the shame of
their humiliation, but at the same time, their hard cocks yearn
for release. They have been denied any sexual relief since their
recent capture and their cocks throb with an eager expectancy and
twitch in anticipatory desire.

Then frustratingly, Marcus abruptly releases them and they are
left in the limbo of their unfulfilled needs. Marcus now turns
his attention to the other reindeer only to have Santa draw his
attention to the two elves.

"Tell me guys. You've inspected my reindeer but none of you have
commented on my elves." Santa asks as he orders the two elves
from the sleigh.

"Are they some of your new recruits, Santa?" Julian asks.

"No! These two are from my household staff and they were pressed
into service for tonight." Sebastian answers. "I chose them to
keep me company in the sleigh."

"And did they meet all your requirements, Santa?"

"Indeed they did! Both played the part of mischievous elves
beautifully," Santa laughs, "and I've got to say their "mischief'
was quite delightful to experience."

"Now gentlemen! I don't want to spoil your fun or to hurry you
along. But it's been a long trip from the North Pole and "poor
ole Santa" is in need of a stiff pick-me-up. I know Olaf has left
the traditional brandy and fruit cake out for me in the
drawing-room - and you also have your slaves waiting for you -
but I'd like for you all to join me in a toast to Christmas. I
know the hour is late and I can imagine that you're all very
eager to get your slaves into your beds. But let's have one final
drink before we call it a day, shall we?"

Bleary-eyed and tired, Sebastian's guests readily agree and
follow him inside. It has been a long day for them - the long
drive out from the city was tiring enough but Sebastian's little
charade has kept them from their beds - and their slaves - way
past time.

"What about your reindeer, Santa? And what about the two elves?"
Jeremy asks.

"Olaf will take care of the reindeer. He'll drive them back to
the stables, unharness them and secure them for the night. The
elves will accompany us into the house; they have their household
duties to return to."

"Will we see the reindeer again, Sebastian?"

"Most definitely, Jeremy! Most definitely you will!"

As Sebastian and his friends adjourn to the drawing-room for one
last toast, Olaf prepares to drive the reindeer away to their
stables for a well-earned rest. He knows that tomorrow, they are
be called upon once more to entertain Sebastian and his guests.

Olaf takes pity on the reindeer; he can see they were
hard-pressed by Sebastian and he allows them to set their own
pace. As they trot musically down the driveway, they hear Santa's
booming voice echoing out through the open French windows into
the silent gardens.

"Merry Christmas, everyone! And a very Merry Christmas to each
and every one of us!"

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