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Alrighty took me long enough but here is the third part of my short story "An Early Christmas." I highly recommend you read the other two parts before reading this one. I'm gonna make a prologue or whatever right now though, just to give you the basic idea of the story. Oh and please note this is an M/M story so, you know, don't read, little kiddies. Also please do not plagiarize this work or any other works by me. Enjoy!

Rider is a reindeer prostitute in line with other reindeer prostitutes under the control of their penguin boss named Mr. Roder. Mr. Roder found Rider at an early age and told Rider he could buy his freedom from him by acquiring a certain amount of money from prostituting. He started at an early age to leave as soon as possible. The rest of the reindeer are contempt with staying; Rider isn't completely sure if Mr. Roder will hold up the bargain, but it's all he has to live on. Rider gets taken by what he thought was a regular customer at first, named Mr. Layton. As he continues to spend more time with him, Rider is finding it harder and harder to peg Mr. Layton. In the time Rider has spent with him, Mr. Layton has yet to ask him about sex, and seems to just want to have a nice evening with Rider, which confuses him.

We meet Rider going down the cabin hall of Mr. Layton's private cabin house in he Arctic.

An Early Christmas, Part 3

Mr. Layton and Rider walk down the small hallway; Mr. Layton taking the lead and Rider following behind, still carrying the warm new clothes he was told to wear after his shower. The hallway was thin, and as you walk into it from the archway in the living room, you would notice to your left a bedroom, in the middle a bathroom, and at the far right another bedroom.

"The bedroom on the left is mine. It's the master bedroom. The one on the left hardly ever gets used; it's just a spare. Sometimes my butler would sleep there when the weather would be too harsh for him to drive."

"Is that where I'm going to be sleeping?" Rider asked, pondering Mr. Layton's true reason for calling him out here, which remains a mystery.

Mr. Layton had his back turned on Rider when he said this, so Rider could not see the look on his furry-white face.

Then, Mr. Layton turned his head, and smiled at Rider.

"You're free to sleep wherever you want, Rider. I would love to have a partner in bed with me; it makes for much more warmth. But you do what you will, and I will be happy. Now, let me show you the master bedroom first, just so you realize what you may miss out on if you do so choose the spare." Mr. Layton said; head already turned around, facing the door to the master bedroom.

Rider rolled his eyes at Mr. Layton's comment. Just as he was about to follow behind Mr. Layton to the bedroom, he quickly glanced over his shoulder at the wall opposite the bedrooms and bathroom.

The wall was blank, tan strips of wood, except for a few framed photographs. Rider turned around to look at them.

They were pictures of Mr. Layton, Rider assumed, during many different stages of his life: One showed very old film graininess as it was from when Mr. Layton was a baby bear; another was from when Mr. Layton had caught a fish out of the water over a frozen lake. One even was a birthday picture, though it seemed fairly recent. Mr. Layton was with many other people his age, and they all were happy for him, as he blew out his trillions of candles.

But the one that caught Riders attention the most, and kept it there, was the one directly in the middle. It was a picture of Mr. Layton when he was a kid: he was making silly faces at the camera with which Rider assumed were his parents, who were also joining in and seeming to have the time or their lives. Rider couldn't seem to stop looking at it; how happy they all seemed together, how much of the love he could feel just from seeing the photograph...

Suddenly, Rider felt a tingling sensation through his body, starting at the heart. He had to close his eyes, and then reopen them. It was a shiver.

"It's very sweet, isn't it?" Mr. Layton said, behind Rider.

Rider was surprised Mr. Layton was right behind him, but he did not flinch. Not only had Rider been too preoccupied by the picture but the vibe Mr. Layton gave off was soft and gentle, and Rider felt safe around that.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. You guys must have been really close."

"What? Of course we were close, my boy! Those are my parents! Every child receives a pair to nurture them, care for them, and love them all their lives."

Rider thought about that for a moment.

You would think that's what parents should be like. That they wouldn't ever do something to hurt their child; that they wouldn't ever...abandon them.

"Some of us get dealt shorter sticks." Rider said, still looking at the photo. A slight feeling of envy crawled up Rider's lean spine.

Mr. Layton could see he hit a mark. He got slightly closer to Rider and placed his paws over his shoulders. Now THAT, Rider did not expect, as his eyes widened.

Mr. Layton spoke softly, "Everything happens for a reason Rider, whether it's good or bad. I found you on the side of the rode tonight completely by accident. But I can see already that it wasn't at all an accident; it was meant to happen."

"And what makes you think that?" Rider said still not facing Mr. Layton.

"He-he, I think age has a way of helping you realize things will turn out great well before they even occur. When you are young, your mind wanders in the present, not wondering about the future. All I see is future, boy (Mr. Layton takes his right paw and points his index finger across the hall), and it looks grand."

Rider turns around.

"Okay seriously. If you can call me 'boy' then I should be able to call you whatever I want. I choose Mr. Layton, okay, Mr. Layton?" Rider said, pointing his finger at Mr. Layton's chest, getting a little tired of the "boy" thing. He remembered how Mr. Layton continuously asked him to call him by his first name, Clyde, and how it wasn't really fair he could call him "boy" but Rider had to call him whatever he wanted. Then again, Rider might be forgetting who is the boss and who is the prostitute. Rider realized this after he made his statement; he was getting a little too comfortable with the setting of him being at equal terms with a customer.

Mr. Layton just laughed a strong bearish laugh.

"Ha-ha-ha! Yes I suppose that would be fair. But unfortunately, life isn't fair. You tried pointing that out a second ago. I shall be called Clyde from now on. Please address me as such, my boy." Clyde winked at Rider, while turning to go back into the master bedroom where he started.

With frustration boiling while still holding a handful of clothes, all Rider could do was follow Clyde and finish the tour, so he could shower and get the real business started, whether Clyde liked it or not. He had still not forgotten his purpose here, though Clyde makes it a point to waste their time on things like tours and showers. Rider still did not have him pegged. And that was getting even more frustrating.

Clyde finished off the tour as quickly as he could. It was getting around to ten, and if they wanted to have a nice time together, they would need to get the technical deals out of the way. After Rider was shown the master bedroom and bath, which was beautifully constructed, Rider thought, they headed to the kitchen and dining room. The kitchen and dining room was basically a wider version of a small hall you go into directly from the living room. The dining room was more of an add-on to the kitchen, Rider figured, as it was just a small roundtable, not meant to seat more than maybe two. After they visited the kitchen Clyde showed Rider something that stunned him a bit, because it didn't seem normal to have in a cabin. Going from a left doorway from the kitchen, you would enter a glass-incased study/lounge room revealing the snowy and gorgeous outside. It was heated as well.

"I suppose that's all, except for the garage, though there's no real need to show you that is there?" Clyde said, half-considering the garage another tour site for them to visit.

They were back in the kitchen.

"I didn't think it was necessary for you to give me a tour at all, really." Rider said sarcastically.

"Oh, boy, you should have spoke up then! Hmmm...Ah (Clyde looks around the kitchen, then goes to the refrigerator). My butler put our meals in the fridge. Yours was a salad, so it doesn't exactly matter if its cold. Why don't you go shower in my bathroom and get spiffed up?" Clyde smiled.

"Why don't I just shower in the guest bathroom?" Rider genuinely asked.

"Oh, well, that bathroom is for guests, but MY bathroom is so much more elegant, I believe. And since I'm not using it at the moment, I figured you would enjoy using it instead. Is that to your liking?"

Rider would have much rather just gotten to the cabin, had sex, gotten his money, and then go back to Mr. Roder, waiting for another customer. All this hospitality was too much, and the night was wearing on. But Rider did not want to be rude, and even though he knew he was wasting time, he realized he may not get another chance to live like this. Not for a while, anyway.

"Yeah. I'll go shower in your bathroom then." Rider turns around.

"Have fun." Clyde says, hiding a smile.

Rider wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but he chose to ignore it once he got down the hall and into the master bedroom. Sometimes Clyde didn't make sense to Rider, and he would just have to accept that.

The bathroom was extremely extravagant: It was all white except for the tile walls, which were a marble green. It had two sinks, a toilet (obviously), a Jacuzzi, and a double shower, square sized, with glass doors and walls. The two shower heads were on opposite sides of each other, and were adjustable and movable.

Rider figured there wasn't a point to locking the door. It was only him and Clyde. As Rider put the clothes Clyde gave him on the bathroom counter, he went towards the rectangular shower door and slipped off his black thong, the only piece of clothing he was wearing. Rider thought it felt a little strange, taking off his clothes and no one there to watch him. It felt nice.

Rider opened the door, went to the left shower head, and turned the knob to hot water. A sudden burst of waterfall flew over Rider's body. The pressure of it felt so good over Rider's neck and back; he had to put his hand on the wall. The hot water was something he had not felt in forever, if he could remember back so far. Mr. Roder never allowed for the reindeer to shower in his "home."

As the water danced and splashed on his head, Rider had to close his eyes. This was the kind of life Rider wanted to live once he left Mr. Roder. He wasn't sure how he would accomplish it, but after he left the reindeer Rider would find a suitable town, a good enough (and non-degrading) job, and a nice, suburban house or apartment to live in, with nice hot water and the most comfortable bed. And every day he would wake up to the most wonderful person, and go to sleep with a goodnight kiss from that said person: it would be someone who cared for him, who would nurture him, who would love him...right now the closest thing Rider had to that life was what he had right at this moment, with Clyde.

Then Rider thought: If only I could stay here with him. No, he would never want that. He told me he wanted a night with me, but I know eventually he's gonna ask for sex; they all do. He'll dump me on the side, back to Mr. Roder, and I'll start this whole cycle again the next hour. He could never want me in his life. I'm just a whore. And that's all I'll be until I'm free.

Rider sighed, but that wasn't enough. He thought he might cry.

Then, Rider felt a paw on his shoulder again. This one sent a chill through him.

"Are you alright, Rider?"

Rider quickly turned around, suddenly ecstatic. He backed up to the shower wall.

"WHAA?! What are you doing in here?!" Rider screamed, covering up his privates. He thought his heart might have skipped a beat.

"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to give you a fright, though it is MY bathroom after all. I'm going to shower with you, if that's all right."

Rider's heart was still beating fast. He couldn't believe it. Clyde was standing in front of him, fully nude, sheath and all. He was fully white as Rider had thought, and from the size of the sheath, he could see his body's thickness was only matched by his member's. Though Rider saw that Clyde had only looked at his once, when he turned around. He looked him in the eyes the rest of the time.

That pervert! He told me to use his bathroom just so he could get in with me!

Rider wasn't sure what to say. He wanted to simply go off on him.

"I don't understand why you couldn't just use the other bathroom if you needed to shower!"

"Well see, that's just it. It's so hard to shower all by myself these days. My winter coat is so thick it's just a time and a half trying to wash myself. I was hoping you could assist me." Clyde was serious, but Rider couldn't help but think this request was a little on the selfish side.

"You really need me for that?" Rider asked, hoping he wouldn't have to complete the task set for him.

"It would most certainly help me. Please, Rider?" Clyde asked sincerely.

Rider had never heard someone say "please" to him before. With Mr. Roder, it was either do this or no dinner for the night, or some threat like that.

Rider sighed again. I guess it's not really a big deal, after all.

Rider let go of the shield of his hands from his privates. He figured his sheath wasn't really something he had to cover up, and he couldn't really help his other parts. Clyde didn't seem to care for modesty himself anyway.

"Okay. Turn around." Rider ordered.

"Thank you, Rider. Oh, get the blue bottle on the rack for this too, please." Clyde said, as he turned his body around and pointed at a rack of different soap and shampoo brands on the upper right side of the square shower room.

Rider picked up the "Romay: Shampoo for Long, Thick Hair" bottle and poured a generous amount in his right hand.

He lathered it into his left hand as well and figured he would start at the shoulders.

Rider didn't realize just how thick Clyde's fur actually was. He wasn't joking around. Even Rider had a hard time moving his fingers through the mounds of whiteness on Clyde. He ended up having to move his hands in a massage fashion, to get the shampoo around to more areas on the upper back.

"Ah, yes, Rider, just like that. You're doing perfectly." Clyde exclaimed, sounding relaxed as water rushed over his head; as Rider was washing his back, Clyde was scrubbing his frontal area.

"How many places do you want me to rub, exactly?" Rider asked, wondering if he really wanted to know. He had already about finished the shoulders and upper back, and was working his way down.

"Well, how about this: you stop whenever you want to stop. I've been able to wash myself all this time without you, so you're not a necessity. It does help me tremendously, though. It's your choice."

Rider thought about this. It didn't exactly bother him; he had done so many more gross things than washing a polar bear. In fact, Rider might have gone so far as to call this pure, compared to all the other degrading things he's had to do for much less reputable clients.

Ah, what the hell. He's been pretty good to me, so far.

He continued to work his way down, massaging the middle and lower back, having acquired more shampoo.

"Ooohh! He-he, sorry, that tickled." Clyde giggled, as Rider hit a spot on Clyde's lower back that made him flinch. He must be extremely ticklish, for him to feel something just from that.

Rider could see Clyde's paws and trace where he was rubbing the shampoo on. He was now to his groin area, and going farther down. Rider himself couldn't rub Clyde's back for too long until he got to the bear's tail and ass, which he did fairly quickly. He had a decision to make. Stop now, or keep going?

(Sigh.)

He had to admit: He was a little turned on by cleaning the polar bear and massaging him.

So, with a slight grin, Rider ran his hands slowly down Clyde's big but surprisingly firm cheeks, his fingers slipping through the thick white fur.

"Oohhh, boy, you shouldn't have." Clyde grinned, lifting his face up, closing his eyes. He was feeling the heat, and it wasn't just from the gushing water.

Rider was surprised by how much he enjoyed touching the bear that way. It was strange, but he liked it. In fact, Rider did all he could to let the moment last. He loved feeling up the bear's goods, and massaging them round and round. It didn't take much for them to get clean, but Rider didn't want to let go of them. He was in his own world, and he had never been so turned on by someone's butt before, since this one was voluntary. He usually wasn't the one doing the ass-handling. It was a good change.

A few seconds passed. "He-he, I think you're about to make them shine, my dear boy." Clyde said.

Rider realized how much foam was spreading from the shampoo, because he had rubbed it on his cheeks for so long. He also didn't realize that his nose had been glowing a little; he could see it in the glass door. He blushed.

"Uh, s-sorry." Rider said, quickly switching to the legs after grabbing more shampoo; each hand grabbed a leg to scrub. He had to get on his hocks for this.

"Mmhmm, no worries." Clyde said. He just couldn't seem to stop grinning, and even though he was turned around, Rider could feel it too.

After being fully scrubbed down, Clyde put his whole body into the water and washed the soap off. Rider couldn't help but enjoy watching the suds fly off of his body, and how beautiful his fur was, along with the rest of him.

"That was a great scrub down, my boy. Thank you so very much." Clyde said, turning around to face Rider.

"He-he. I'll admit, it was pretty fun. I guess you're finished then. I'll wash myself and we can get to eating; I'm starving." Rider said, turning around to face his shower head and grabbing a red shampoo bottle for short hair.

What Rider didn't know was Clyde had no intention of getting out of the shower just yet.

As Rider took the shampoo bottle and poured a good amount in his hand, Clyde sneaked up behind him, and took the shampoo bottle, along with the shampoo Rider had poured out.

"W-what are you doing?" Rider asked, a little nervous. He wasn't sure what Clyde was up to.

"I really did mean it when I said washing myself was a hassle. And you handled it so well. I think you deserve the same treatment, correct?"

"Uh, well, no, that's really not-

But Rider had no say in the matter, as Clyde started rubbing the soft, gooey substance all over Rider's furry chest and abs with his left paw. As quickly as he had done so, he also maneuvered the bottle so he could pour more of the shampoo in his right paw then place the bottle on the floor. With his right paw now free, he took it and started rubbing Rider's right side, from his front leg to his back ass cheek. Clyde also made it a point to get as close to Rider as possible, his chest about touching Rider's back, and his sheath hitting Rider's ass.

"Oohhh..." Rider moaned. He had never been touched like that before. He could feel the passion in Clyde's paws as they moved up and down his body, like ballet dancers gliding on stage.

Rider had very thin fur, so it did not take Clyde long to move to other parts of the body. With much confidence, he moved his left paw down to Rider's sheath (which was now becoming Rider's member) and his ball sack.

"Mmmm, you feel so soft, Rider. I wish you had not been slandered so much."

Rider wishes the same. But the way Clyde was touching him, Rider felt like he hadn't ever really been touched before, in a sense. At least, not the way Clyde was doing it; not how it should have been done. This is how lovers should really touch each other, Rider thought; calmly and carefully, every movement more passionate than the last.

Did I just call Clyde my lover? Rider thought.

Clyde moved his right paw to Rider's other cheek, but he continually rubbed his left paw up and down Rider's now fully developed member and sack. In all honesty, Rider would have been disappointed if Clyde moved his paw away to another area.

"Now hold still, dear boy." Clyde said, in almost a whisper.

Suddenly, in the midst of it all, Clyde took his right paw again, but this time, ran it through Rider's ass crack, one claw feeling his tail hole.

"Oh my...ouughh..." Rider moaned again, lifting his head up to the hot, gushing water that befell on him. So much pleasure surged in his body.

"You like that, don't you boy?" Clyde said, getting just as much enjoyment from this as Rider was. He continually ran his right paw through the crack, slowly but effectively moving his claws around the outside walls, and one occasionally going in to feel his hole.

Clyde then got closer to Rider, and Rider could feel Clyde's hard cock against one of his cheeks, rubbing it up and down, but not getting any satisfaction.

Then, Rider got an idea

"Hey...Clyde..." Rider said, becoming increasingly horny.

"Yes, Rider?" Clyde answered, putting his head over Rider's shoulder, giving him a little kiss on the neck.

"He-he (Rider giggled, feeling the tickle of the kiss), wouldn't you say now would be a good time for me to earn my money?"

Rider took a slight glance at the back of him, motioning where Clyde's right paw was, which was now groping more around Rider's tail hole, but not going inside.

"Mmmm, I understand what you mean." Clyde said, slipping his paw out of Rider's ass, still containing foam and slick suds of shampoo inside.

"Well, then let's get to it." Rider said, smiling.

They both chuckled, and Clyde reached over to grab the shower head.

"What's that for?" Rider said, still dazed and horny, but curious.

"Well, as I hate to admit it, I'm afraid we're late for dinner." Clyde said, and with the shower head in his paw, he quickly slipped the water knob all the way to cold, and he ran it on Rider's cock.

The water suddenly changed ice cold, and Rider yelped from the chill, slipping against the wall again, his member retreating inside of him fairly quickly.

"Augh! What was that for? I thought we had a deal?!" Rider said, covering up his parts; not because he was embarrassed, but because they were freezing.

"He-he (Clyde took the shower head and ran it on his own member, causing it to go down as well)...but you're starving. I don't want you to go hungry, my boy. All the other things can be saved for later. You need food, so let us hurry and get you cleaned up."

"I am not THAT hung- (Rider's stomach growls, and he suddenly grabs a hold of it instead).

Clyde lets out a bearish laugh.

"Hahaha! Well well well, looks like we may need to make seconds. (Clyde reaches over and turns the water hot again) Now, I think we still have most of the legs and arms to wash. Let's hurry so we can have ample time to eat and continue our night together, eh?"

"Ughh..." Rider groaned.

Reluctantly, Rider then got close to Clyde, and without a word, let him finish cleaning him off.

As soon as Clyde was finished, they got out of the shower together, and Clyde went up close to Rider to give him a towel. As he did, he looked Rider in the eyes, and smiled. Rider couldn't help himself. He smiled a little too.

I didn't realize how long this would end up being, so I guess I'll have to make another part. I'll at least post this one for now. Bed time :D night everyone.