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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,462
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and boys age 5-17. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinciden
Part 10
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 10
It was a Wednesday evening, about one week before the start of Christmas vacation. Mark knew something mysterious was going on in the barracks, but didn't know what. Neither did Olin, "I heard someone talking about an elf party?"
"What's that?" asked Mark.
"Beats me." Martin and Claudio had just finished bathing and were giggling as they put on their PJ's. "Hey, you guys know what it is, don'tcha?"
"Uh huh."
"Then tell us. Come on. Mark and me will wrestle you 'til you tell us."
"Hehe, that will ruin the surprise. You'll see. Go on, take your showers. And you better hurry."
Olin ran into the bathroom to bathe. Mark figured he'd shower in Jody's room like he does every night, so he just got into his PJ's to wait. It was only Twenty-Fortyfive, plenty of time before Cap's arrival.
No sooner had Olin gotten into his PJ's than Brian came bursting into the room, carrying a paper shopping bag. He was wearing furry moose slippers, deer antlers, a black collar with a jingle bell attached, and a long brown T that reached midthigh. On the front was the single word "Reindeer" and over the ass was printed a white tail. Mark could tell Brian had nothing on under the T.
"OK, Men! Who's ready for an elf party tonight?" The four youngsters jumped with glee.
"Shit you are! You're not even in regulation elf uniform! Now get those PJ's off pronto!" From his bag, he threw each boy a green elf hat, a pair of green shoes with jingle bells attached to the curled up toes, and a long green T with the word "Elf" on the front, that likewise reached midthigh on each boy. "That's more like it! Now, Attention! Elves, Forward March!" Brian led the jingling elf squad out into the hallway. The other squads from Key Stage 1 were similarly attired and lined up outside their rooms, each with its own reindeer.
The deer formed them into one long line. "Alpha Company, Forward March!" The bells jingled in cadence as the line moved forward. Mark stepped sharply following Claudio, whose buttocks were visibly bouncing beneath his T with every step. He found it hard not to laugh watching the reindeer from behind with their white tails bobbing up and down. They marched into the barracks for Key Stage 2. Mark and Olin now saw they too were dressed as elves. All of them, even the eleven-year olds, had matching long green T's, hats and elf shoes with bells. The older elves, Bravo Company, now lined one side of the hall and the smaller Alpha Company the other, all standing at attention.
A reindeer at the head of the hall called out, "Elf Battalion, Prepare for inspection!" He held a riding crop, and somehow commanded authority despite his ridiculous costume. Mark recognized him as the lieutenant who'd given him demerits for his Sponge Bob undies. "Are all you elves in uniform, according to the official Elf Dress Code?"
"Yes, Sir!" the battalion shouted.
"Well, I better not find any elf with non-regulation gear." He walked down the center of the hall, stopping occasionally to order an elf to straighten his hat, or more often to stop giggling. Whenever he saw an elf tenting his shirt, the lieutenant raised the elf's T with his crop to hook it up on the projection. The poor kid standing at attention had no choice but to try to will his hardon to deflate enough for the shirt to drop again. Of course seeing a few hardons created an erection contagion in the battalion. It was also difficult for five- to twelve-year old kids nervously standing at attention to keep their toe bells from jingling.
When the lieutenant came to Mark, he raised the hem of the boy's T up to his waist to have a look. "No Square Pants briefs tonight, Elf?"
"No, Sir!"
"Good!" He strutted back to the end of the hall. "Sergeant, you may lead the Elf Battalion down to the staging area."
"Yes, Sir," shouted another reindeer. "Alpha Company, Right Face! Bravo Company, Left Face! Elves, Forward March." The Elf Battalion jingled its way across the enclosed overpass that connected the barracks to Claviger Hall.
When they reached the Assembly, the whole room had been transformed into North Pole: giant snowflakes hung from the ceiling, big white beanbag chairs were scattered around like snowballs, a couple dozen igloos were placed around the walls. There were tables filled with chocolates and peppermints, sodas, doughnuts and cupcakes, and other tempting treats for hungry elves. There were also bowls filled with condoms and tubes of KY. Furthermore, opposite the elves, standing at attention, was the entire upper school body, all six forms, each one of them decked out in a reindeer costume. Mark looked at the ranks of reindeer and spotted ugly Vance and Lefty who gave him a non-military wink. But as hard as he searched, he didn't see Jody.
A sixth form reindeer strode to the center of the room. From the side, it looked as if this deer was already tenting his T. Mark remembered sucking him in Jody's room one night; he thought his name might be Pete. He turned to the other reindeer. "Lieutenant?"
"Reindeer Battalion, reporting for duty, Sir!"
Then he turned to the elves. "Lieutenant?"
"Elf Battalion, reporting for duty, Sir!"
"All right, Reindeer, Elves. You have been recruited as Yuletide Regiment on special assignment. You have a most important mission tonight. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Santa is a very busy man, with a lot of work to do in the days ahead. He needs your help. Your mission is to make Santa happy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Santa is due to arrive at Twentyone-Thirtyfive. That's in three minutes. At ease, troops."
The reindeer and elves looked across the room at each other. With his hands behind his backs, each reindeer's package covered by only an extra long T was even more prominent than usual. The anticipation was almost too much for elves and reindeer alike. As hard as they tried, neither the upper nor lower school cadets could totally silence their bells. Scattered tinkling was heard throughout the hall. Mark tried to contain himself, but three minutes is an awfully long time for a seven-year old to wait for something when he doesn't know what's coming.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 10
It was a Wednesday evening, about one week before the start of Christmas vacation. Mark knew something mysterious was going on in the barracks, but didn't know what. Neither did Olin, "I heard someone talking about an elf party?"
"What's that?" asked Mark.
"Beats me." Martin and Claudio had just finished bathing and were giggling as they put on their PJ's. "Hey, you guys know what it is, don'tcha?"
"Uh huh."
"Then tell us. Come on. Mark and me will wrestle you 'til you tell us."
"Hehe, that will ruin the surprise. You'll see. Go on, take your showers. And you better hurry."
Olin ran into the bathroom to bathe. Mark figured he'd shower in Jody's room like he does every night, so he just got into his PJ's to wait. It was only Twenty-Fortyfive, plenty of time before Cap's arrival.
No sooner had Olin gotten into his PJ's than Brian came bursting into the room, carrying a paper shopping bag. He was wearing furry moose slippers, deer antlers, a black collar with a jingle bell attached, and a long brown T that reached midthigh. On the front was the single word "Reindeer" and over the ass was printed a white tail. Mark could tell Brian had nothing on under the T.
"OK, Men! Who's ready for an elf party tonight?" The four youngsters jumped with glee.
"Shit you are! You're not even in regulation elf uniform! Now get those PJ's off pronto!" From his bag, he threw each boy a green elf hat, a pair of green shoes with jingle bells attached to the curled up toes, and a long green T with the word "Elf" on the front, that likewise reached midthigh on each boy. "That's more like it! Now, Attention! Elves, Forward March!" Brian led the jingling elf squad out into the hallway. The other squads from Key Stage 1 were similarly attired and lined up outside their rooms, each with its own reindeer.
The deer formed them into one long line. "Alpha Company, Forward March!" The bells jingled in cadence as the line moved forward. Mark stepped sharply following Claudio, whose buttocks were visibly bouncing beneath his T with every step. He found it hard not to laugh watching the reindeer from behind with their white tails bobbing up and down. They marched into the barracks for Key Stage 2. Mark and Olin now saw they too were dressed as elves. All of them, even the eleven-year olds, had matching long green T's, hats and elf shoes with bells. The older elves, Bravo Company, now lined one side of the hall and the smaller Alpha Company the other, all standing at attention.
A reindeer at the head of the hall called out, "Elf Battalion, Prepare for inspection!" He held a riding crop, and somehow commanded authority despite his ridiculous costume. Mark recognized him as the lieutenant who'd given him demerits for his Sponge Bob undies. "Are all you elves in uniform, according to the official Elf Dress Code?"
"Yes, Sir!" the battalion shouted.
"Well, I better not find any elf with non-regulation gear." He walked down the center of the hall, stopping occasionally to order an elf to straighten his hat, or more often to stop giggling. Whenever he saw an elf tenting his shirt, the lieutenant raised the elf's T with his crop to hook it up on the projection. The poor kid standing at attention had no choice but to try to will his hardon to deflate enough for the shirt to drop again. Of course seeing a few hardons created an erection contagion in the battalion. It was also difficult for five- to twelve-year old kids nervously standing at attention to keep their toe bells from jingling.
When the lieutenant came to Mark, he raised the hem of the boy's T up to his waist to have a look. "No Square Pants briefs tonight, Elf?"
"No, Sir!"
"Good!" He strutted back to the end of the hall. "Sergeant, you may lead the Elf Battalion down to the staging area."
"Yes, Sir," shouted another reindeer. "Alpha Company, Right Face! Bravo Company, Left Face! Elves, Forward March." The Elf Battalion jingled its way across the enclosed overpass that connected the barracks to Claviger Hall.
When they reached the Assembly, the whole room had been transformed into North Pole: giant snowflakes hung from the ceiling, big white beanbag chairs were scattered around like snowballs, a couple dozen igloos were placed around the walls. There were tables filled with chocolates and peppermints, sodas, doughnuts and cupcakes, and other tempting treats for hungry elves. There were also bowls filled with condoms and tubes of KY. Furthermore, opposite the elves, standing at attention, was the entire upper school body, all six forms, each one of them decked out in a reindeer costume. Mark looked at the ranks of reindeer and spotted ugly Vance and Lefty who gave him a non-military wink. But as hard as he searched, he didn't see Jody.
A sixth form reindeer strode to the center of the room. From the side, it looked as if this deer was already tenting his T. Mark remembered sucking him in Jody's room one night; he thought his name might be Pete. He turned to the other reindeer. "Lieutenant?"
"Reindeer Battalion, reporting for duty, Sir!"
Then he turned to the elves. "Lieutenant?"
"Elf Battalion, reporting for duty, Sir!"
"All right, Reindeer, Elves. You have been recruited as Yuletide Regiment on special assignment. You have a most important mission tonight. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Santa is a very busy man, with a lot of work to do in the days ahead. He needs your help. Your mission is to make Santa happy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Santa is due to arrive at Twentyone-Thirtyfive. That's in three minutes. At ease, troops."
The reindeer and elves looked across the room at each other. With his hands behind his backs, each reindeer's package covered by only an extra long T was even more prominent than usual. The anticipation was almost too much for elves and reindeer alike. As hard as they tried, neither the upper nor lower school cadets could totally silence their bells. Scattered tinkling was heard throughout the hall. Mark tried to contain himself, but three minutes is an awfully long time for a seven-year old to wait for something when he doesn't know what's coming.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.