Part I - The Naughty Elf #4
“Well, isn’t this interesting,” the new Santa said. He traced Billy’s jaw with the tip of his finger, moving up until he was feeling along the edge of Billy’s lower lip. Opening his mouth, breathing deep and slow, Billy moaned when the hunky Santa pushed two fingers into his mouth.
The taste of leather bloomed on his tongue and made Billy’s spine tingle.
It was an unmistakable and unique flavor, and one Billy had never thought of as particularly appealing before.
But it was. Nothing had ever tasted better—nothing had ever made Billy’s insides tingle and spark like they were doing now.
Billy felt vulnerable and small, the gloved digits pushing his tongue down to the bottom his mouth and sliding toward the back of his throat.
The two fingers were wider and longer than most cocks Billy had ever gotten his mouth on, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the Santa’s huge rod pushing into his mouth instead. If he’d be able to handle it.
“Very interesting,” the Santa said, his voice almost a whisper. He rubbed his thumb on Billy’s cheek, letting his index and middle finger rest at the back of his throat. Billy was on the verge of choking, but he didn’t even think about pulling away.
The Santa looked down at him from way up high, his eyes dark and hot, and Billy couldn’t believe that this was happening—whatever this was.
The Santa licked his lips, and Billy was sure that things were about to get even hotter.
“Consider this your first warning,” the Santa said, removing his hand and clapping Billy’s cheek in a parody of a slap. “And be a good boy from now on.”
Billy frowned when the Santa stepped away, wondering what he’d done wrong.
“What?” he asked, dazed and unable to hide his disappointment. The new Santa grinned.
“Now that that’s taken care of, do you want to go on a date with me?”
Billy took a second to register the words. A date? Billy had never been on a date before. There was no one in the castle that had ever appealed to him beyond a quick fumble, and he didn’t have time for dating, anyway. He had a machine to build.
“Okay,” Billy said, wondered what he was getting himself into. The new Santa was unlike anyone he had ever seen or met, and the idea of a date sounded pretty appealing—in a terrifying sort of way. “When?”
The new Santa grinned. “Now. You have two minutes to get dressed.”
Billy blinked, thrown by the time limit and the assumption that he would obey, but then he jumped up and got going.
For some reason, the idea of failing to obey the Santa’s ridiculous instructions simply wasn’t an option.
Nick watched the sexy little elf scramble to get dressed, and his cock had never been harder. He wondered to himself if perhaps Santa’s castle was more like Krampus's mountain than he’d ever dared hope, or if he had just struck gold with this particular elf.
Either way, he was happy.
The elf, Billy, was everything Nick had ever wanted in a submissive.
A full foot and a half shorter than him, with fine features, shaggy blond hair and the cutest pointy ears Nick had ever seen, he was just perfect.
His body was tight and smooth, muscles firm and sleek, the exact opposite of Nick’s bulky frame.
Billy came to stand in front of him, changed and ready to go. He still had thirty seconds left on the clock, and he was breathing hard. Nick grinned.
“Good boy,” he said, putting enough heat into the words to melt an iceberg. Billy was obviously eager to please, and judging from the tent in his weird little elf uniform, he loved taking orders.
Billy blushed, saying nothing and shifting his weight from foot to foot. He looked uncomfortable with the compliment.
Nick couldn’t have that.
He stepped right into Billy’s space, loving how big he was compared to the elf’s small frame, and clamped his hand down on the boy’s neck. He squeezed down and forced Billy’s face forward until he was almost mashed into Nick’s upper abs.
“When I give you a compliment, boy, you say thank you, sir. Do you understand?” Nick spoke in a low and menacing voice, wondering if Billy would shrivel under the intense domination, or if it was something he liked. He could work with either.
Billy shuddered, but it wasn’t in fear.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” he said, his voice hoarse. Nick’s balls pulled up tight in pleasure. He pushed Billy’s face into his abs, smothering him and rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. His leather glove looked magnificent next to Billy’s fair locks.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he crooned. He kept rubbing the back of Billy’s head for a few seconds, rough and hard, before letting the elf stumble back. “Did you like that?” he asked, moving forward so that he stayed inside Billy’s personal space.
Billy nodded, a dazed look on his face. “Yes, sir. I liked it a lot,” he said, sounding awed and happy. Nick grinned.
“Good. Let’s go up to the castle. We’ll have a drink in my quarters, and then we can see about having some fun in my playroom.”
Billy looked confused, but he nodded obediently anyway. Nick put his hand back on his neck and led him out of the cottage. Billy allowed himself to be led without a hint of resistance.
Nick’s cock throbbed against his thigh as they walked the path back to the castle. His balls felt full and heavy, aching to find release in Billy’s ass.
Never in his most optimistic dreams had Nick thought he would find someone like Billy to have fun with on his very first day on the job.
Feeling impatient and giddy with excitement, Nick grabbed Billy around the waist and hoisted him up over his shoulder. The little elf screamed out in surprise, the sound going right to Nick’s cock.
This Santa thing wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Billy spread his hands wide and tried to hold on to the Santa’s wide back, but his fingers kept slipping on the slick material of his suit.
He told himself he didn’t have to worry. The muscular arm clamped down over his waist was holding him like a vice, and though he felt unstable, the Santa was perfectly in control.
Staring down at the ground far below, Billy wondered what he was getting himself into. Then he caught sight of the Santa’s muscular ass, round and firm and right there, and all he could think about was how horny he was.
However different this Santa was from the last one—and all the ones before that—he was still Santa. Billy wasn’t in any danger.
Right?
They reached the castle, and Billy wanted to die of embarrassment when he saw his colleagues scatter out of their way with shocked expressions on their faces.
He was never going to live this down.
“Here we are,” the big Santa said, opening the door to his his private quarters and stepping inside. Billy had never been inside the magic rooms before, and he was curious how the new Santa had decorated them.
When he was lowered down to his feet, he reached out and steadied himself on the Santa’s muscular arm. He felt lightheaded and short of breath, and his belly was filled with butterflies.
“Steady there,” the Santa said. He grabbed Billy’s arm and held him steady, backing him up against the wall and pinning him between the wall and his muscular body.
Looking up, his vision filled by a pair of massive pecs and a wide jaw, Billy saw the alpha staring down at him with heat in his eyes. The look did nothing to steady Billy’s nerves or his wobbly legs.
“Hello,” the Santa said, grinning down at him. Billy gulped and his dick throbbed.
“Hello, sir,” he croaked. The Santa grinned.
“I’m Nick,” the Santa said. Billy nodded, wide-eyed and feeling unsure of how he was supposed to be acting.
“Hello, Nick,” Billy said. Nick laughed.
“Come on, let’s get a drink in you. You look like you’re about to pass out.” Nick wrapped his hand around Billy’s upper arm and marched him deeper into the apartment, giving Billy his first chance to really look around.
Masculine. That was the word that came to mind. Polished hardwood floors, decorated with solid and simple furniture, the rooms were oppressive and intimidating—just like the man who’d designed them.
“Do you like the changes I’ve made?” Nick asked, leading Billy to a bar in what appeared to be the living room. It stood a few feet away from one of the big windows overlooking the grounds, and from what Billy could see it was well stocked with both human and elven liquor.
“I’ve never been in here before, sir,” Billy said, careful to keep his hands to himself. Everything in the room looked like it would smudge if he touched it.
“No?” Nick asked, stepping away from him and moving around to the other side of the bar. “Never?”
Billy shook his head.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Nick said with an amused curl of his lip.
Billy didn’t really get what was so funny.
“But there will be plenty of time for that later. What can I get you to drink?” Nick spread his hands on the bar, and drool pooled in Billy’s mouth at the sight of his huge hands and the supple looking leather gloves that encased them.
He wanted to feel those hands touching him.
“Do you have dandelion wine?” he asked. It was his favorite, but he rarely got to drink it. Nick grimaced, but he nodded.
“Sure. You wouldn’t like something else, though? I’ve got brandy, whiskey and some very good gin.”
Billy hesitated. “Okay,” he said, disappointed.
Nick grimaced again, reaching under the bar and pulling out a familiar slim bottle. “I don’t even know why I have this,” he said, pouring Billy a glass and sliding it over. “But enjoy.”
Billy brightened, taking the glass in both hands and lifting it to his lips, the taste exploding in his mouth. It was sweet and citrusy, with just a hint of ginger, and it was exactly like Billy remembered. He smiled happily into his cup.
“Good?” Nick asked, pouring himself a brandy. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass, watching Billy with hungry eyes.