(Author's Note: It's my damn story, so HUSH. If i want Santa to be a Chippendale, He's gonna be.)

A thick red coat over one arm, He moved into the chilled air. His long white hair curling and wavy slid partway down His back, and a cleanly clipped goatee encircled His chiseled lips, now curled into a delighted smile.

He began moving across the snow towards His stable, humming softly to Himself as He did, slinging His coat over His shoulders as He moved. He stopped before the stable to look around Him and smiled even more deeply. His hand reached out and grasped the thick wooden handle and He pulled the heavy door open, a blast of warmth and golden light spilling out, almost blinding Him as voices greeted Him from inside.

He stepped in and looked around, greeting each of the smaller men pleasantly. Called His Elves, they were hard working men, smaller in stature, but built like brick shithouses. They worked long hours every day in His stables.

Taking a little time to inspect their workings, new harnesses and trappings for the sleigh, He moved to His most favorite area in the entire compound, the Stalls.

Dipping His hand into a bucket nearby, filled with small morsel's of food, carrots, apple slices and the sort, He retrieved a huge handful and moved along to the first stall.

Chuckling in a low voice He said "c'mere girl, come to Santa...good Comet."

The red headed slave moved forward, arms strapped behind her, wrists secured to elbows, hobble chain at a very short length.

Her neck was supported by a large posture collar, bright patent red, with gold rings on it, her mouth kept shut by lessons taught early. She stood before Him and His eyes flowed over her.

She was adorned much like all the others in His team, Nipples pierced by golden rings, thick enough to bear a load, pussy lips also pierced with thick rings as well.

Feet enclosed in thick black boots, lined to keep them warm, ankles hobbled with a short chain that was taken completely off once their ride of the evening started, one large ring on either side of the posture collar used for reins.

His smile widened as she shuffled to Him, her red hair blazing in the golden firelight, hence her name, Comet. She was the fastest on His team, and He was proud of her for that, though she was a bit temperamental at times. His hand reached in and offered up a bit of apple to her.

Her whole body bending forward, the posture collar not allowing her to dip her head, she grasped the apple in her teeth and raised back up. She knew not to eat until He told her to, so the apple stayed in her teeth and He chuckled, and stepped back, moving on to the next stall.

Smiling softly He moved to the stall with the black name plate, BLITZEN, written in white across it and looked in. Blitzen had skin the color of coffee, and always smelled so sweet it nearly drove Him to distraction He smiled at Blitzen and motioned her over, speaking softly, murmuring as He would to any horse or stock animal, coaxing her closer, the chains on her hobbles ringing softly as she moved to Him. He smiled and set a bit of carrot in her mouth, stepping back to move across the barn area to the next two stalls.

The twins, Dasher and Dancer, long white hair gleaming in the firelight, both of them pale and blonde, though one could only tell by the hair on their heads. All His team were shaved from the neck down, and done very carefully. He inspected that gleefully and often.

The twins shared one large stall and were never separated for long periods, never had been, their twin harnessings gleaming, they pranced up to Him having seen Him across the barn, their blue eyes gleaming He laughed and stroked their heads gently and offered more treats to them, again the morsels kept in their teeth, not biting until His permission was granted.

Stepping to the next set of stalls, Santa eyes the quietest of the group. Ever elegant, never out of hand, simply quiet, restrained and beyond graceful, Donner was the one He liked to watch move the most.

Donner stepped from the back corner, knees lifting high, head straight, her calm brown eyes almost black in shade, never moving from Him, her pale brown hair sleek down her back, she stepped to the door of her stall and stood, waiting for Santa.

Santa smiled and shook His head slightly, holding out a bit of apple for Donner, her body bending at the waist, her breasts swaying forward, she bit delicately down and lifted up once more.

Santa's hand stroked her smooth hair for a moment before moving to the next stall, hearing the feet scuffling next door. His smile widened as the small black headed Prancer moved to the door of her stall, her blue eyes dancing with merry mischief. He couldn't help but laugh to see her. Chucking her under her chin, He arched an eyebrow and set her piece of orange on her upper lip while her head was lifted. He grinned wickedly at her, knowing she couldn't move or lose the treat.

Her own chest jerked with her silent laughter at this play and He stepped back and moved to the two final stalls with an expectant gleam in His eyes. Santa stepped to the back of the barn and looked at the twin stalls, left in semi darkness where He liked to see these two. This pair was as unique as all the others, but their personalities were very different from the rest.

This was the domain of Vixen and Cupid. One with dark blackish red hair laying down her back, dark eyes mysterious and deep, Vixen was deceptively calm most of the time, Her skin pale, her lips full, He loved to just watch her interact with the others Then of course there was Cupid, an almost perfect match physique wise to Vixen, she was black haired and green eyed, again with pale skin and a sweet voice. She was gentle but wise.

They were a matched set. "Old Souls" some called them, and they were..but one other thing about them was unique....they reeked sex. Just looking at them one could see it and even feel it, hence He kept them away from the others

After setting a full strawberry on Vixen's lip, Santa placed a cherry on Cupid's lip and stepped back. Moving to the center of the stall area He pronounced loudly "Now girls....eat...it's going to be a long night."

Each girl carefully began eating their morsel and smiling as they did. just then the door opened again and each girl peeked out and smiled at the newcomer, Rudolph.

Rudolph stepped in, black leather pants molded to His body like paint, a harness across His chest that looked like it was strained to breaking, a whip curled at His side and settled on a hook there, He stepped in grinning. He was the teams leader, the one who drove them where they needed to go, in essence, Santa's chauffeur.

Stepping out from behind Him came Margeurite, the Head of the House. Still a slave of the house, she was in charge of all who dwelled within, save Santa and Rudolph, and she kept a tight rein on them all.

Maggie moved in and stepped to Santa, giving Him the list He needed for the night, her wrists jingling with cuffs, her uniform that of a classic maid. Rudolph stood back and waited while Santa reviewed the list with Maggie, dismissing her with a wave.

Winking to the Elves in the working area Santa called for the sleigh. Eight elves pushed and pulled and out came the sleigh. It's sleek black and red shape gleaming in the light, the Elves began attaching the harness gear to the front.

The team could hear the activity going on and became restless. Slowly Rudolph led the pairs out one by one. First the Old Souls, Vixen and Cupid, hooked right before the drivers seat. Next came the twins, Dasher and Dancer, their blonde heads shimmering, almost ethereal, next came Prancer and Donner, opposite but perfectly matched, and finally came Comet and Blitzen.

The harnessing was simple, an X harness across their fronts, with straps around the thighs. Their hands were cuffed in front to aid in their pulling, and the hobbles removed.

Then came the part Santa loved the most, the reins. A simple working of the leather made it thin but strong. The first set of reins went between the legs of each girl, through the clit rings, then up to the nipple rings, then over the shoulder of the next girl, down through her nipple rings and through her pussy rings, alternating on each girl

Another rein was run along the outsides of the girls from front to back, this rein split on each girl so that a tug on one side would not make the first girl double over in pain and make the last girl in line not even feel it. With the splitter, the pull was distributed evenly down the line of the team.

Smiling in delight, Rudolph tugged on each side and received His favorite Christmas gift, the gasps and moans of each girl in line.

With a wicked chuckle, Santa slapped Rudolph lightly on the shoulder, sat back on the sleigh filled with toys, and shouted out, "IT'S TIME".

With a crack of the whip over their heads, provided by Rudolph, the girls leaned in slightly and the sleigh began it's Christmas flight.