GUESTS FOR CHRISTMAS "A Tale of Goodwill to all Men" Chapter 4: A Surprise Visit
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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?
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, its something quite outrageous. Tell us, dont 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 these border 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 drawn him close 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 faõ€'‰des 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.
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 muscular 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.
"A very Merry Christmas to all of us! A very Merry Christmas to each and every one of us!"
End