“I’ve been waiting.”

Vee looked over his shoulder at the tall, very well built reindeer leaning up against the wall. All he wore was a harness with tiny bells on the straps, with another bell-less strap crossing his very broad chest, and a tight pair of leather shorts which left nothing to the imagination.

Vee gulped. “B-Blitzen? What do you mean you’ve been waiting?”

“Don’t play dumb, handsome,” Blitzen said, approaching Vee slowly. “I’ve been keeping my eye on you this year. All part of the perks for working with the Big Man. Last year you were good, but this year? Tormenting that poor bear, Duke? Making him grow a pair of antlers, just knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist?” Blitzen placed a ham-sized hand on Vee’s shoulder, squeezing it with a firm grip. “You’ve been very, very bad.”

Vee tried not to tremble, but Blitzen was so tall… and that lascivious grin… “So… I’m going to get a lump of coal in my stocking this year?”

Blitzen rumbled out a chuckle. “Oh, no, sweetie, you’re not getting a lump of coal. You’re going to get to see my north pole.” He pointed a finger down at the bulge in his shorts.

Vee wasn’t sure if he should be scared or increasingly turned on. Maybe a bit of both.

***

So  nightterror has retaliated against  ninjav, and I might have helped some. I guess I'm a Switzerland type of writer, I'll help both sides torment each other!

Yeah, I'm doomed.