Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2013 17:44:46 -0500 (EST)
From: Donnyd2u2@aol.com
Subject: The Night Before Christmas - Part 3

The Night Before Christmas
By Donny Delk
A Short Mini Story


This story is erotic fiction that is meant for mature readers that over
eighteen years old.

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Part 3 - `The Conclusion'


"I have decided... to take young Jesse as my own and make his life as good
as possible and hope that one day he will be happy. Starting today he will
be removed from the slave pen that he has called home for months and will
now reside in the main residence with momma and I."

There were more mumblings amongst the group, which Santa stopped again.

"Let me finish, it is for the best, he has a slave mind and body now and
the once free boy is no more, so I will look after him from this day
forward. He deserved better and certainly did not deserve the lot he has
received, but sadly he cannot be restored, so he will be my personal slave
and will not answer to anyone but me."

Santa looked around the courtyard and there were lots of smiles and heads
shaking up and down in agreement.

***

Jesse was brought to the main residence, he had been fitted with a red four
inch by four inch front loin cloth, and it was attached to a small gold
chain that was hung loosely around his small lithe waist. It hung just
under his cute innie belly button, which had been decorated with a small
golden belly button ring.

Santa smiled as he was brought in by the two worker elves, they removed the
golden chain leash and asked if Santa needed anything else and with nothing
else needed they were dismissed. Jesse stood at slave rest with his arms
behind him holding his right wrist with his left hand. He had his head
slightly bowed forward and he was looking at a spot on the ground about
three feet in front of him. He looked like the perfect slave and was now
well trained in slave protocols.

Santa admired this beautiful boy; he is truly an amazing sight to
behold. Santa had reviewed the preprocessing pictures and the boy that now
stood in front of him looked so much better than he did then, which does
not seem possible, but with the added toning he was truly a young Adonis
with his light brown skin.

 Santa was taken back as he walked around this young slave, there was no
back portion of the loin cloth and the cute nicely shaped pert ass was
track stopping, which is what Santa did, he stopped dead in his tracks and
just admired this gorgeous sight. He looked at the snowflake brand on
Jesse's right calf muscle; it had healed nicely and was very plain as it
had been cleanly applied.

Santa continued on around and stopped in front of Jesse, he then spoke to
the young slave and ordered him into the slave present position. Jesse
snapped into the new position in haste with his hands now behind his head,
chest out, and pelvis region thrust slightly forward.

Santa reviewed the young slave's body in admiration, he would make a
decision in the future to keep all the golden rings or remove some or all
of them. They were small and tasteful and were set off nicely against
Jesse's lightly browned skin.

Once Santa had taken it all in and had fully admired the young slave that
was Jesse, he spoke to him, "Jesse I need you to listen to me carefully. I
want you to look at me and look me in the eyes."

Jesse was scared, this broke slave protocol and was not allowed, he did not
want to anger Santa and be punished. He was a good slave boy. Santa could
see the unsure emotions of the young boy and spoke to him again.

"Jesse, I need to talk to you and I want to see your eyes looking at me."

Jesse was very scared, but did as Santa stated, he sheepishly looked up at
him and was met with a kind looking older man with soft warm welcoming eyes
and a smile on his face that would warm any heart. He was a bit taken with
Santa's looks, he was more youthful that he would have thought. He was
older yes, but in a more distinguished way. He searched Santa's face for
evil, would he be punished now or was he going to be true to his word...

"Jesse, I want to talk to you about all that has happened to you. You have
been severely wronged and a great injustice has been done to you. I have
tried to figure out a way to set things straight, but sadly not all can be
undone, so with this being said, I have decided to make the best of the
situation and to give you a happy life."

Santa had told him he may speak at will and waited to hear what the young
Jesse had to say. He could see that he was in turmoil and had confusion
wrote all over his face. Seeing this confusion, Santa just started talking
to him, he told him how he had been wronged and how he was taken without
remorse and subjected to all the most evil travesties that would normally
only be due a `bad boy'. He told him of how he had found the wrong doing
out and how he had searched for the truth and how once he found the
complete truth, how he had moved to set things right and how there had to
be a true reckoning. He told Jesse that Alfie and Edgar had been severely
dealt with and that he would never see them again.

Jesse upon hearing all of this broke into tears and cried openly, finally
someone knew that he was innocent of any wrong doings and someone knew that
he was not a bad boy, but a good one that knew all along that he was
wrongly accused. Santa opened his arms and held Jesse as he cried. He tried
to console the broken young boy and tried to let him know that things would
be better in the future and that he would have a happy life.

Finally, Jesse having cried himself out, fell asleep, he was mentally
drained from all the details of his wrongful enslavement and just the shear
emotional impact on him had taken its toll. Santa had carried him to his
new room within the main house and had put him to bed with hopes that
tomorrow he would be better and able to move forward with his new life.

***

Santa planned to spend a great deal of time with Jesse in the coming weeks,
he advised the wife to go to her sisters and spend a few weeks or more
while he helped transition Jesse to his new life. She agreed it would be
best and her and her elf assistants packed her quickly and she was off with
great haste.

***

The next day when Jesse finally awoke, it was late afternoon and he had
spelt long and hard, was very disoriented and was unsure of his
surroundings or where he was, he tried to remember what had happened and
how he came to be in this room and in this bed, he was unsure, but decided
to get up and make the bed and then see where he was. He made his way out
of the room and said, "Hello? Anyone here?" Santa heard him and called out
to him, "In here Jesse, come on in here!"

Jesse made his way into Santa's study where he looked to have been
working. He stood at slave rest, which is a lot like standing at attention,
with his head bowed and his arms behind his back, holding on to his
elbows. Santa was trying to finish an email and once done, he looked up and
was happy to see such a divine looking slave boy, nude with the exception
of just his little loin cloth that just covered his penis. Santa took in
Jesse's swimmers build and admired his boyish features as he spoke.

"Good Afternoon Jesse, the much needed rest has done you well! How do you
feel this afternoon young man?"

"Sir... I am not sure how to address you??? I feel good, sir!"

"Jesse, I want you to address me for now as Santa or Sir will also work."

"Sir, are you my master?"

"Yes Jesse I am your master."

Santa watched Jesse's reaction and noticed that he seemed a little
perplexed, so he decided to continue on with the conversation from last
night, as he wanted everything out in the open, so that Jesse knew where he
stood.

"Jesse, I need you to listen to me as what I have to say is very
important. You were unjustly taken as a bad boy, but you and I know that
you are not. But given the situation and the fact that you have been fully
processed as a slave, and sadly this cannot be undone, so given the
circumstances you are a slave. Part of this is also because you have
changed as well, you have been changed internally to serve and you have a
slave nature now that cannot be undone!"

Santa watched as Jesse was working through what he had just heard, he had
noticed that Jesse had reacted when he had told him he was a slave, but he
had not broken his stance and had maintained his composure. This in itself
continued to prove Santa's point.

"Jesse, I have set the record straight that you are a good boy and have
been removed from `The List' and you will not be forever disgraced. But,
given the bad situation and these evil elves, this cannot ever come to
light!"

Jesse reacted this time and Santa could tell from his heavy breathing and
racing heart that he was upset and then lastly he saw the shoulder slump
and his chest heaved in and out, Jesse was crying again with his head
bowed.

Santa stood and walked around his desk to Jesse, he hugged the boy and led
him over to the corner of his desk, pushing him gently over to lay on the
desk, Santa opened his pants and spit in his hand and used it to lube his
hardening cock, he spit again and this time he moistened Jesse's treasured
rosebud. He wasted no time and slipped his cock into Jesse before he had
time to realize what was happening.

He slowly fucked Jesse as he cried and just set a good pace with a steady
routine. Jesse's warm and delectable hole just seemed to fit Santa's large
cock, it fit like a glove as if it had been molded to fit Santa's
appendage. Santa had set into a good stroke and was firmly fucking Jesse,
but not in a brutal sense. It was just assertive and loving.

Jesse was torn, he was very sad and upset that he was to remain a slave; he
could not believe that things could not be fixed or set straight. As he
contemplated his unjust lot, he started to really feel what was happening
to him, his body started to react to the intense feelings and before he
knew it he was openly moaning...

`How could this be? What was going on? He had been fucked many times by
Alfie and Elgar, what is so different, why is this feeling so good?' Jesse
was now moaning very loudly, this had never happened! Santa started to
react and pound down into the beautiful boy's ass. He was as well taken in
the moment and all too soon with the pleasure at its highest point, filled
Jesse with his love seed. Again and again his cum roped into Jesse, finally
his cumming stopped and he being so taken by the experience, slumped
forward and laid on top of Jesse, his cock still firmly embedded in to the
pleasure boy.

Jesse lay there very still breathing hard himself, that had felt so good;
his body had reacted very intensely, he was trying to work things out. What
had just happened had felt amazing, his insides had responded and that
burning at first in his rectum had changed from pain to ultimate pleasure,
and it had gone on and on and had spread through his body. Then finally he
had felt Santa's sperm coat the inside of his pleasure chute. Santa had
pounded his prostrate giving him the ultimate gift of pleasure, which left
him tingling all over.

As Jesse laid there something just clicked and felt right, this is what I
am... I am a pleasure slave and a true fucktoy and Santa is my Master... He
was sad, but this felt right. As he felt Santa's breathe on his back and
sensed his regained self-control, his warm inner glow seemed to take over
and he started to work his ass muscles as he had been taught, working
Santa's cock. He squeezed Santa's cock as hard as he could using his
youthful hole as it was designed.

Santa responded and stated, "Oh Jesse, you bad boy!" He laughed as he
started to pound that precious hole again, this time with the full
lubrication of all of his cum that he slowly fucked out of Jesse's tight
elastic pleasure cove.

Jesse upon hearing Santa's play on words, smiled and really fucked himself
back onto his cock, this was to be his worship stick, he was to be with him
forever and wanted to do his duty and give Santa the pleasure that was due
his master...

Jesse with his inner body reacting again and with Santa's continuous
pounding of his prostrate was again taken to nirvana and spoke out loud. Oh
Santa, your humble fucktoy needs more of your precious nectar of love.

Santa knew what he was about to do, again broke all rules in regards to
`bad' boys being processed, but Jesse was a `good' boy and he reach under
him between his youthful legs and grabbed his withered empty nut sack and
with one warming squeeze granted young Jesse with two new full of seed boy
berries. The feeling was immediate and extremely intense, it was like a pot
boiling over and exploding all at once and in that instance Jesse came
everywhere! Where was it all coming from? It was like his body was no
longer his and that he was just along for the ride. The warmth and the
powerful explosions within his youthful body was the most intense feelings
of his young life and the return of his boy jewels and full feeling of
being able to cum so many ropes of hot youthful cum was paradise in all
sense of the word.

Santa upon hearing the term `fucktoy', used throughout Jesse's training,
laughed out loud in a body rolling laugh. He knew things would work out and
that he would make Jesse's life a good one filled with pleasure and
happiness, and he also knew that Jesse himself would keep him young as
well; continued to pound young Jesse as hard as he could and stated.



"HO HO HO... And to all a GOOD NIGHT!!!!"



The End...