Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 22:41:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "Guests for Christmas" Part 3 of 4  Gay Male/Authoritarian

GUESTS FOR CHRISTMAS
"The Twelve Slaves of Christmas"
Chapter 3 of 4

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

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris)

An archive of my stories can be found at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean- Christophe_Stories "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."

Part 1: Early Christmas Morning.

Later, in the still quietness of the Christmas Day dawn, Sebastian lies in
bed and listens to the rhythmic, deep breathing of the young slave
peacefully sleeping by his side. This is the slave who had provided him
with the cool, refreshing drinks on the veranda yesterday afternoon and
whom Sebastian had decided should be rewarded for his excellent service.

The slave was beside himself when Sebastian summoned him and told him he
was to be rewarded. His boyish, handsome face broke into a happy smile when
Sebastian told him that he was to spend the night in his Master's bed.

Of course, when Sebastian finally did get to bed, he was a little too
'worse for wear' to adequately respond to the slave's willingness to please
him. Too overcome with excitement, he'd drifted in and out of a fitful
sleep but he was always aware of the slave's presence in his bed. He
appreciated the warmth of the slave's body and frequently drew him
closer. Somehow, it was comforting to snuggle into the slave's hard
nakedness and for the moment, Sebastian was contented.

But now, as he awakens, he wants more from the slave.

Reaching out, Sebastian gently strokes the slave's smooth cheek. He watches
as the slave stirs and stretches and arches his back raising his chest and
belly up from the bed in response to Sebastian's touch. And he is rewarded
by the delightful sight of the slave's rampant erection. Yes, Sebastian
concludes this slave is most delightful and worthy of his attention.

He'd not used this slave before but concludes he will make a fitting
receptacle for his lust. Briefly, he thinks of his six friends and he
wonders - did their temporary slaves get much rest overnight? No doubt
he'll hear about their exploits over breakfast.

Sebastian looks fondly at the handsome slave as he slowly awakens alongside
of him. He considers himself to be a good master and whilst he regards a
slave as just that, he isn't beyond feeling a degree of temporary
tenderness to any slave he has in his bed. He supposes this is much like
the feeling one has towards a loving and loyal pet.

As he feels his master's hands move down to his throbbing cock, the slave
wakes and gazes up into the face of his Master. His face is wreathed in a
broad smile and Sebastian is enchanted by the young slave's charming
naivety.

Sebastian lingers in his appraisal of the slave's body. The handsome face
is topped by brownish, cropped hair and his lustrous green-grey eyes
somehow complement the full red lips; when he smiles, the slave reveals the
perfection and whiteness of his teeth.

Stretching his arms above his head, the slave exposes his armpits to
Sebastian's view; this has the effect of throwing his strong, muscular
chest into relief and tightening the pectorals. Sebastian ever so gently
moves his fingertips down the inside of the up stretched arms pausing to
tease the hairless armpits. Sebastian is rewarded as the slave's body
quivers into response and he hears the slave's breathless exclamation of

"OH! MASTER!"

Sebastian wonders - Is this an expression of his pleasure at my touch or is
he begging for me to continue? The slave needn't concern himself; Sebastian
hasn't any intention of stopping. His own throbbing, aching cock won't
allow it.

As Sebastian playfully ruffles the hair on the slave's chest, and teases
the erect nipples, he watches the quickening rise and fall of the belly and
involuntary pulsing of his cock. A rounded pearl of pre-cum, glistening at
the piss-slit, is clear evidence of the slave's desire. And Sebastian isn't
about to disappoint him.

Looking at his bedside clock and in the interests of time - after all he
does have his guests to attend to - he decides to forgo the usual
preliminaries and get "stuck-in". He only consideration now is how he'll
fuck the slave - on his back or on all fours? He is partial to both but in
this instance he decides to have the slave on his back. He really wants to
look into the slave's face as he thrusts into him.

The slave, of course, is comfortable in either position; his training
ensures this is the case. Now, responding to Sebastian's command, the slave
lies flat on his back and raises his legs back towards his
shoulders. Sebastian notes that the slave's cock lies flat against his
belly pointing towards his head and his scrotum holds both balls in a tight
embrace.

But it is the rosy-pink anus that holds Sebastian's interest and enchants
him. The sphincter winks a welcoming invitation to his cock to visit and as
he looks, Sebastian makes the improbable comparison with one of the
blinking lights on the Christmas tree in the drawing room. The slave looks
back between his upraised legs, and smiles shyly at Sebastian. He waits
expectantly for his Master to fuck him and Sebastian isn't about to
disappoint him.

As he enters the slave, Sebastian's cock is wrapped in a tight, warm
embrace and he pauses briefly to savour the feel of the slave's body. He
shudders as he feels the tightening constrictions of the arse muscles as
they first squeeze and then relax around his cock. Soon he is driving into
the recesses of the slave's body and varying both the speed and depth of
his thrusting. The slave, eager to please his master, rises to the occasion
and begins to moan softly.

Sebastian looks into the face of the slave seeking to gauge the slave's
re-action.  Normally this wouldn't concern Sebastian - it doesn't matter to
him if a slave enjoys being fucked. After all, it is done for the master's
pleasure and not the slave's. Yet, for some unknown reason, he wants this
slave to enjoy the experience.

Perhaps it is the slave's guileless charm that attracts him or it could be
that he is imbued with the Christmas spirit of "goodwill to all men" - even
a slave. But then he reminds himself that the saying is "goodwill to all
MEN" and not slaves; therefore it shouldn't apply to this slave, who
strictly speaking is no longer a man. Quite simply the slave is now no more
than an object of desire and a willing receptacle for a master's lust.

But looking down at the slave, as he sees the broad smile on the open,
innocent face and he hears the gentle sighs of contentment, Sebastian KNOWS
the slave is deriving pleasure from him.

He is glad- but puzzled - and asks himself if it's possible for a slave to
pay his master any greater compliment than to so openly acknowledge the
pleasure the master's attention is bringing to his body - just as this
slave is doing. Perplexed, he decides this is something he'll need to
ponder - but not right now.

Both master and slave are locked in a mutual ecstasy and Sebastian
continues with his impatient thrusting almost as one driven. And as he
smells the heady aroma of the slave's sex sweat, he quickens his pace and
is soon brought to climax. Finally, as he noisily grunts his orgasm into
the slave's eager, hungry body, he is rewarded with a heartfelt.

"Thank you Master! Oh, thank you Master!"

Now spent, Sebastian falls onto the slave's heaving chest and feels the
accelerated beating of his heart. Sebastian likes the quiet stillness of
the minutes immediately following a fucking; he likes to rest with his body
in close contact with the slave's own.  Contentedly, he waits as his cock
shrinks back to normal and slips out of the slave. Then, as Sebastian
withdraws, the slave asks.

"Master! May I speak?"

Not unkindly, Sebastian gives his permission to the slave.

"What is it slave? What do you want to say?"

"Thank you Master." the slave simply answers,

"What for slave? Why are you thanking me?"

"For pleasuring me, Master."

Sebastian senses the honesty of the slave's reply and is strangely touched
by his sincerity. Somehow, he wants to reward the slave. But how can he do
so? Then, as he sees the slave's hard cock throbbing from its unfulfilled
longing, he asks.

"How long has it been since you were last allowed relief, slave?"

"Master?"

"How long is it since you last jerked off, boy?"

"I don't know, Master. But it's been some time since Master Olaf allowed me
to do so."

"I'm well pleased with you slave and you now have my permission to pleasure
yourself as a reward. "

"Oh, Master! Thank you! Thank you!"

The slave's gratitude for his master's magnanimity is heartfelt and
Sebastian is deeply touched by it.

"Then get to it slave, before I change my mind."

Sebastian is faintly amused by the slave's obvious joy.

Uninhibited by his master's presence, the young slave begins to work his
cock as Sebastian looks on. The slave is grateful to his master for this
unexpected treat and savours every stroke of his hand.

At first, Sebastian watches indulgently but a glance at the clock tells him
time is moving on and he has his guests to attend to. Not unkindly, he
prompts the slave to.

"Speed it up boy."

Obediently, the slave quickens his pace and is soon crying out in his
ecstasy as he erupts, splattering his seed over his chest and belly. Once
more, the grateful slave thanks his master most profusely.

Sebastian is impressed with this slave, who has only been in his service
for a few months. He determines to use the slave again. And when the slave
eventually goes to auction, he'll do all within his power to see that he is
sold to an appreciative owner.

But for now, he orders the slave into the shower with him and as the slave
washes him, his thoughts return to the previous evening. He reflects on all
that had happened in both the drawing-room and the dining-room.

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Part 2: Christmas Eve.

Pre-dinner drinks

As arranged, his guests had all gathered together in the drawing-room
shortly after 7.00PM for pre-dinner drinks. Always the perfect host,
Sebastian had enquired if their rooms were satisfactory and did they have
any complaints about their slaves. He was overwhelmed with all the positive
responses to his questions.

"Yes, the rooms are more than adequate, thank you, Sebastian", "and, as for
your slaves, well what can we say - really words are so inadequate."

Sebastian listened as his friends' grateful responses tumbled out, one
after the other.

From the comments flowing around the room, Sebastian gathered that the
slaves had done all that was expected of them. He listened intently as his
six friends discussed the sexual abilities of their respective slaves and
they all gave vivid details of what had transpired as they "freshened up"
before dinner.

He was particularly gratified to hear Jeremy's comment "My slave certainly
knew how to relax me after my long, hot drive out from the city."

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The Christmas Eve dinner with Olaf and his six closest friends had been
successful beyond Sebastian's wildest expectations. His cook had prepared a
memorable meal and his dining-room slaves had acted impeccably; he was very
pleased with them.

Throughout the whole of the meal, the slaves had maintained their hard
erections and as they moved around the table they had deliberately - yet
succinctly - displayed their bodies and rippled their muscles in a ways
that had both delighted and titillated his guests. They had stood quietly
as the six friends played with them; smiling broadly as their engorged
cocks were stroked, their balls fondled and their sensitive nipples
tweaked. They positively purred like young kittens when the guests had
appreciatively patted their arses and always they had responded with lots
of polite, deferential.

"Thank you, Masters".

Amused as he was with this attention to his slaves, he never-the-less felt
obliged to intervene in these activities.

"Hey, guys! Could you PLEASE leave the slaves alone and let them get on
with serving the food while it's still hot? You needn't worry - you'll have
lots of time to play with them later. They`re not going anywhere."

He laughed at the exaggerated groans of protest from his guests as they
allowed the slaves to continue serving the dinner. Sebastian chuckled at
their good-natured responses and was pleased with their relaxed attitude.

Sebastian watched the slaves closely as they moved around the room. Most
decidedly, they were very easy on the eye and he could understand his
friend's keenness to fondle them. And he was aware that the slaves
themselves reciprocated this feeling - they were only too eager for their
master's guests to handle them.

In fact, they were obviously basking in all the unaccustomed attention they
were receiving. And Sebastian was delighted at their willing compliance
with his friends' expectations.

Yes, he was very pleased with his slaves. He reflected they were a credit
to both Olaf `s and his own training methods.

In fact, as he basked in his friends' praise of them, he felt that warm,
inner glow of satisfaction that a Master always experiences when he is
complimented on his slaves.  He'll remember to show his appreciation to his
slaves as they gather around the Christmas tree tomorrow morning.

Sebastian's mood was expansive - the meal proved to be a most delightful
one and his friends - having imbibed liberally of his excellent wines -
were all in a relaxed, jovial mood. And Sebastian - never one to shy away
from either a lively discussion or debate decided to open up the
conversation to his favourite topics ... slaves and slavery.


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 A Dinner table Discourse.

Well aware of Sebastian's penchant for punctuality, all eight men move into
the dining- room precisely at 8.00 PM. Sebastian takes his rightful place
at the head of the table and directs them to their places around the
table. Olaf sits at the other end and three friends are seated on either
side of the long table.

Dutifully, the graduating slaves take up positions alongside one wall where
they stand at display and wait. Unnoticed by the others, Olaf had
instructed them to erect and warned them not to let their enthusiasm
'flag'.

The food is superb - the cook has really excelled himself - and it is
complemented by a selection of fine, local wines from Sebastian's extensive
-and very expensive - cellar.  And the conversation is lively and enlivened
by much hilarity.

Over dinner, Sebastian listens with great interest as his friends tell him
of the news from the city. Even though he is no longer part of the 'scene',
he still finds it interesting to hear who's fucking who and as they talk,
the time passes quickly and pleasantly.  Although now, as he looks at Olaf
at the other end of the table, he sees that all of this isn't of any
interest to him and he changes the conversation to include him.

"So, I gather you're all happy with your slaves? Am I right?"

He is answered by a chorus of "yes, yes" from around the table and he
continues.

"Then I'm glad. But I must give full credit for your satisfaction to
Olaf. He's really the driving force behind my little hobby and I'd be lost
without him. So on your behalf, I'd like to thank him."

Olaf blushes with embarrassment at the round of applause, the loud "hear,
hears" and the profusion of "thank you, Olaf."

Olaf senses Sebastian's switching of the conversation is done deliberately
to include him, but really, he wasn't listening to what was being
said. Rather his mind was elsewhere; he was thinking about Sebastian's
sudden, unexpected interest in him. He can't believe that it happened; it
is something he's always hoped for but never dared to expect.

He's privately loved Sebastian from a distance for such a long time and has
fantasised about the two of them on numerous occasions. But as Sebastian's
employee, he'd never felt confident enough to make the first approach. The
fact that Sebastian has done so now has his mind spinning and he's glad
that the table hides his embarrassing erection.

Suddenly, he realises that Jeremy has asked him a question.

"Tell us, Olaf. What's the secret to getting a slave up to the standard of
these six?"

Thinking swiftly before he replies, Olaf answers. "Patience, Jeremy. It
takes a lot of patience and long hours of training. Training a slave isn't
all that much different to training a horse or a dog. You need to be very
patient with him. You reward him for good behaviour and punish him for bad
behaviour. It's amazing how quickly a slave responds to this `stick and
carrot' approach to his training. So you see there's no great secret to
training a slave; as I said, it just requires lots of patience and a not
inconsiderable amount of training."

"Sebastian, I'm curious?" Adrian asks "You mentioned earlier that these
slaves are to be sold in three weeks. Tell us about the sale? Who buys your
slaves? Who are your clients and where do they come from?"

"That's a lot of questions, Adrian. But they're interesting ones
none-the-less. By rights these six should already be sold. But I had
trouble arranging a suitable date and now they'll be auctioned off in
mid-January. As to who are my clientele? It's pretty exclusive and they
come mainly from the Middle East or Asia. Young, white, Caucasian male
slaves are very much `de rigueur' in these regions. Occasionally I get a
buyer from Europe or elsewhere but this is very rare. Interestingly, the
last two sales have attracted some interest from Africa. It seems some of
the newly rich businessmen and politicians there have a great desire to own
a white, male slave. I understand possessing a white slave is a 'must have'
in some areas of the Dark Continent. I believe owning a pet cheetah used to
be a real status symbol for them but now it`s having a well set-up, heavily
hung, white, male slave on a leash that attracts the most attention. Owning
such a slave is very much the `in thing' for a nouveau riche African. Who
knows, I might have to expand my hobby to meet this growing market. "

"What do your buyers look for when they're in the market for a slave? Do
they have preferences for a particular type of slave?" Adrian asks the
question but all six friends listen eagerly for Sebastian's answer".

"Well for a start, the slave must be young, with handsome features, possess
a strong, muscular body and of course he must be well-endowed. The buyers
are most particular on the size of his cock and balls. After all, a proud
owner will want to exhibit his property to his friends and acquaintances,
won`t he? Then beyond that, there is the colour of his hair and his eyes
and the amount of hair covering on his body."

"Is there a preference for hair or eye colouring, Sebastian?"

"It really depends on a buyer's preference. For instance, I mentioned the
recent interest from Africa. They seem to like slaves with light blond hair
and blue eyes - as do a lot of buyers from the Middle East. I suspect
buyers from these regions see a blond slave as something of an exotic
animal. The three slaves I've sold so far to African clients have all been
blonds. But to be honest, I never have trouble selling any of my slaves
irrespective of their colouring. I guess ultimately it's what appeals most
to a buyer that sells a slave. I did forget one - actually the most
important attribute that a buyer looks for in a slave - and that is how he
performs sexually. After all this is the main reason why a man buys a slave
isn't it?"

"You mentioned hair covering on a slave's body? Is that really so
important?"

"Most decidedly so Adrian! Some masters like to have a moderate covering on
a slave's chest and belly - actually a treasure trail is a desirable
feature for many buyers; in fact they are very much 'en vogue' at the
moment. But then, other masters like their slaves to be totally smooth -
they prefer the glabrous look - and have all the hair removed from their
bodies, even from around the genitals and from within the arse-crack. Again
it's the personal preference of the individual buyer.  It's a fad which
comes and goes.  Currently, it's running at about fifty-fifty."

"So what do you do, Sebastian? I notice those six over there still have
hair on their bodies." Julian asks, pointing to the six graduates still
standing rigidly at display - and mindful of Olaf's instructions - still
very much erect.

"Olaf and I decided at the beginning of our operations that we would allow
our trainees to retain their hair - albeit shortened and tidied up. That
way our buyers have two choices. To keep the slave as he is or to remove
his hair and make him smooth. Actually, we made the right decision as our
buyers have often thanked us for allowing them to choose how to keep their
new slave."

"Sebastian. You referred to a slave as - and I quote - `an exotic animal.'
Is that how you really see slaves?"

"Yes, Adrian, most definitely! Look at those six slaves standing naked by
the wall. Do they look like anything other than animals to you? Do you
consider that they have the bearing or attributes of a free man? I don't
think so! Look at them and think about how their spirits have been tamed
and their wills moulded to Olaf's and my own. What you see standing before
you are six beautiful, young slaves who have been trained to serve and
pleasure their future masters. They are docile, unfailingly obedient, and
unquestionably loyal and have only one desire - to spend their lives
serving a master as a slave must."

"And you're happy to do that? To take a proud young man and turn him into a
slave?"

"Why of course, Adrian. I haven't any qualms about it at all. As long as
there's a demand for slaves, I'll continue to operate my little
enterprise. But let me say this quite sincerely, I'm not in it for the
financial rewards. I do it because I enjoy doing so. You see, it's very
much a pastime for me - the same as your weekend sailing is to you."

"Then Sebastian, you REALLY DO see slaves as animals." Gabriel joins the
conversation..

"Of course! These slaves no longer think for themselves; nor are they
required to," Sebastian adds as he warms to the discussion, "and of course
they are denied the freedom to speak. Why, even their sexuality has been
modified to suit their new roles.  My guess is that all six of them were
heterosexual in their former lives. Now even that has been taken from them
and now they must assume the `passivity of pleasure' - offering up their
bodies for the enjoyment of their masters. Those aren't the attributes of a
man, I'm sure you would all agree. So yes, Adrian, I do see my slaves as
animals. I see them for what they truly are; very beautiful and expensive
animals. Can I add though, that I take as much pride in my stable of slaves
as any horse owner does in his stable of thoroughbreds?  Each of my slaves
is especially chosen for his physical beauty and the perfection of his
body. I wouldn`t waste Olaf's time or mine working on an inferior
specimen."

"I hadn't thought of a slave in quite those terms." Adrian responds to
Sebastian's answer.

"Then tell me Adrian. How do you view a slave? What status do you give
him?"  Sebastian asks.

"I don't really know, Sebastian. I don't know that I've ever given much
thought to the subject. I guess I've always viewed a slave as some
unfortunate who has lost his freedom. But I still saw him as a man."

"Then let me pose a question to you Adrian. When you retire for the night
and your slave is sucking your cock or you're enthusiastically fucking him,
will you see him as a man equal to yourself or simply as an object for you
to use and enjoy?"

"I take your point, Sebastian and I concede the argument to you. As always
your eloquence wins through."

"Well then Adrian, when you have your slave in bed, I would ask that you to
treat him for what he is - a slave. PLEASE don't try to treat him in any
other way. If you ascribe any human qualities to him it will only confuse
him and upset his thought processes.  Remember, it's taken six months of
intensive training by Olaf and me to bring these boys to their present
level of understanding and acceptance of what they really are- highly
desirable pleasure slaves."

The six friends are well aware of Sebastian's passion for debate and they
can see that he is very passionate of the topic of slavery.

"What will happen to them once they're sold? How will they be used?" Jeremy
asks as he seeks to change the subject slightly.

Sebastian chooses his words carefully. After all, the six slaves are within
earshot and he doesn't want to alarm them too much about their futures.

"They'll be used for what they've been trained for - pleasure. Slaves like
this are extremely rare and sell for a small fortune. As you can appreciate
an owner, after spending that much money, wants to protect his investment
and these six will be well- treated and live in luxury. In return for that,
all that is required of them is that they please their masters."

Sebastian has been careful to paint a rosy picture of what awaits the
slaves in their future lives Of course, he doesn't elaborate on the more
unpleasant aspects of slavery.  It's better to keep them ignorant; after
all they will eventually discover this for themselves. How does the saying
go - where ignorance is bliss'?  Well in this case that is true.

"From what you say, Sebastian it sounds to me as though these six boys will
have bleak futures." Gabriel ventures, "I mean can you describe being a
slave as anything other than bleak? But as you've already said, it doesn't
worry you that you have taken away their freedom and enslaved them.".

"No! Not in the least, Gabriel. Why should it worry me? Mine is a niche
market. I supply a high grade product to a very selective clientele. And as
you can see, Olaf and I have taken six perfect specimens of young manhood
in their late teens and early twenties and changed them into six happy
slaves. However, I do accept my obligation to them; my job is to find
suitable masters for them. Having made the slave, it's now up to me to
bring the two together - I marry the product with the buyer, so to
speak. When I do that, then the slaves are happy and so are their
masters. And that`s the end of the matter for me."

"And you don't feel guilt?'

"Most definitely not! If I did, I wouldn't last in the trade; I`m afraid
it`s not for the faint- hearted. To be successful, you need to view a slave
simply as an item you produce for sale and to not think about him too
much. And before you ask - yes I do sleep at night."

"Do they ever protest? Do they fight against their enslavement?" Gabriel
continues with his line of questioning.

"Of course they do - at first. That's only to be expected isn't it?
Wouldn't you, if you found yourself in their positions? Initially, they are
resentful at their loss of freedom and strongly protest. But with firm
handling, they soon become reconciled to the inevitability of their changed
lifestyle. And it's interesting to watch them as they take their first
tentative steps into their new roles as pleasure slaves. Naturally, Olaf
and I enjoy this aspect of their training enormously. And by the time we
have trained them, the slaves actually DO enjoy their new work."

"So Sebastian, do you wait until you sell these six before you start
training your latest intake?" Dominic asks, "Or have you already started?"

"Usually, we've sold the latest `graduates' before we start training the
new recruits. But because of the delay in the sale date, we have commenced
training our newest batch of six."

"Where are they, Sebastian? We haven't seen them. Are you keeping them away
from us?"

"Oh, don't worry, Dominic. You'll see them soon enough." Sebastian answers
cryptically.  "It's just that they are still very raw and not yet ready to
be presented to you. But don't fret - you will get to see them soon. I
promise!"

"Marcus told us on the way here that he'd sent you a couple of recruits."
Adrian asks.  "How are they working out?'

"They are exquisite! I'm very pleased with them - and you'll get to meet
them later. As always Marcus's taste is impeccable. Both boys show a lot of
promise. But tell me Marcus where did you pick them up?"

"Yes! Do tell, Marcus. Let's hear it from you?" Dominic adds.

"I first spotted them at the beach. I think they were off-duty
lifeguards. They were horsing around - boisterously wrestling each
other". Marcus laughs in reply, "Actually, their antics were quite comical
and kept me entertained for nearly an hour. Both were wearing nothing more
than their briefs and each was trying to undress the other."

"Did they succeed?" Jeremy asks.

"Yes! Eventually, one was successful - the blond one won the
tussle. Anyway, the darker of the two ended up buck-arsed naked and chased
his mate along the beach trying to get his bikini back. I have to say it
was quite enchanting watching their youthful exuberance. And I had a most
delightful view of his naked arse. It was then that I knew he was a
suitable candidate for Sebastian's special training. Unfortunately, I
didn't get to see the blond's rump. He managed to keep his bathers on. But
from what I could see, it also is a joy to behold. Am I right, Sebastian?"

"Indeed you are, Marcus! Both boys can best be described as very cute in
that department - muscular, curvaceous and firm to the touch. The only
jarring note about them was the strip of milky white skin where their
bathers had covered them. Still, I saw them working in the gardens this
afternoon and I have to say their hides are browning up nicely. But you'll
see for yourselves before you leave. And Marcus, you'll have to visit and
assist in their training."

"You can count on it, Sebastian." Marcus eagerly accepts.

"Marcus. Tell us how you recruited them?" Dominic asks. "Was it difficult
getting them up here to Sebastian?"

"No! In fact these two were very easy. The afternoon, I spotted them on the
beach; I knew immediately that they were suitable recruits for Sebastian's
training programme.  After that, it was simply a matter of observing their
behaviour patterns and waiting for the right moment to lift them. These
were really two silly, na‹ve boys; they liked to party and to get
plastered. I watched their movements for only a week and noted what clubs
they visited and on what nights. Then it was simply a matter of waiting
until they staggered out of a club in the early hours of the morning and
following them to an isolated spot. There, my catchers swooped and before
they knew what was happening they were bound, gagged and blindfolded and on
their way up to Sebastian's.

"Is it always that easy Marcus?"

"Usually it's not Dominic. Sometimes it can be very hard. Only a few months
ago, I had a special order from a prince or sheik in the Middle East, -
Rashid something or other, I forget his name - but anyway his requirements
were quite explicit. I was commissioned to find him a matched pair of
blonds with blue eyes and identical in both build and height. I quickly
spotted two candidates - brothers actually - but the trouble was they were
never alone. I waited and waited and had finally given up on them when as
luck happened they went to S-E Asia on a football end-of-season
trip. Foolishly, they went out alone one night drinking at bars in the
seedier parts of the city and I was able to have them picked up and
consigned to my client. Initially, they presented me with quite a challenge
but persistence finally prevailed. I find alcohol is always a great help in
apprehending my recruits. It`s ironic isn`t it? How young men seek pleasure
and gratification in alcohol only to end their days as slaves."

"It's almost enough to make you swear you off drink for life, isn`t it?"
The friends all laugh loudly at Jeremy's observation. "What happened to
them? Did you ever hear?"

"Yes, Jeremy. In fact I did. I had a very nice letter from the client
telling me how delighted he was with the pair I recruited for him. He told
me both had settled into their slavery and are now serving as ponies and
happily pulling his rickshaw around his estate."

"Fuck! Now that's the sort of pony I'd like to own." Julian chuckles.

Sebastian had really enjoyed this exchange over the dinner table. Never one
to shy away from anything contentious, Sebastian always ensured that such
discussions are without rancour. Now however, it is time they moved back
into the drawing-room.

"Gentlemen, if you've finished your dinner, let's adjourn back to the
drawing-room for drinks. I have some excellent Scotch whisky I'd like you
to try. And Julian! Tell me, do you still smoke those revolting cigars? If
so, I have laid in a supply of choice Cuban ones especially for you to
enjoy. Although, I'm not sure about the rest of us - being the non- smokers
that we are. But come and bring your slaves with you. They can serve you as
we talk.

To be continued....