Part II - The Date #2
He imagined it: Billy on his knees as Nick relaxed into the armchair in the living room, spreading his legs wide as Billy nuzzled his bulge…
Nick’s balls pulled tight at the mental image and his cock throbbed.
He pictured Billy’s innocent face, his mouth opened wide around Nick’s shaft, tears in his eyes…
Nick itched to get back to his rooms so that he could get his hands on Billy—or rather, get his cock in him.
Staring around the chamber, Nick reached out with his mind and felt the stones. He couldn’t remember them being this souped-up when he entered the castle, so he didn’t think they needed more magic.
He’d swallow his pride and ask Pat.
Leaving the chamber, Nick found Pat standing with his back to the door, stock still, staring at the walls lining the spiral staircase with his hand held up like he wanted to touch but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.
“This enough?” Nick asked. Pat startled so bad he nearly fell down the stairs. A high pitched squeak escaped his throat, his hands waving about as he tried to steady himself, and if Nick hadn’t reached out and grabbed him by the back of his shirt he probably would have fallen.
“Fuck!” Pat wheezed, making Nick laugh. The naughty word was so at odds with the proper act Pat had been putting on, and it made Nick like him ten times more.
“You okay?” he asked, holding back a laugh. Pat twisted out of his grasp and leaned against the wall, glaring at him.
“You startled me!” he accused. Nick raised his eyebrow as if to say, so what? Pat deflated slightly, but the indignant look on his face lingered.
“Are you giving me attitude?” Nick growled, taking a menacing step forward and twisting his mouth into a sneer. He wasn’t really angry, but he couldn’t let Pat get away with this kind of behavior.
If one of Krampus’s elves had ever behaved like this, it would have been straight to the dungeon for punishment and correction.
Nick’s cock twitched at the thought, but when he pictured himself in Krampus’s dungeon—standing over an elf with his whip in one hand and massaging his knot with the other—it was Billy he imagined, not Pat.
“No, sir,” Pat said. Nick paused. Pat sounded perfectly respectful, but there was a core of steel in his words that hadn’t been there before. The little elf was looking right up at him, his expression so perfectly neutral that it couldn’t be anything but meant to offend.
Nick laughed. Good for Pat. He took a step back and crossed his arms, leaving Pat where he stood against the wall, looking confused.
“Good for you,” he said, an easy smile lingering on his face. “Now answer the fucking question. Will this be enough, or should I channel some more into the stones?”
“More?” Pat blurted out, his eyes wide.
Nick nodded, hooking his thumbs in his belt as he waited for Pat to get himself together.
“Um, no. This is enough. More than. This much magic should last us weeks… I think. I’ve never seen the stones filled up with this much magic before.”
Nick grinned. As an alpha he could naturally handle more magic than a beta, but it still made him feel cocky and good that he’d done such a good job on his first day.
“So is that it?” Nick asked, watching Pat closely.
“What?” Pat blinked up at him like he didn’t know what Nick was talking about.
“Are we done, or do you need anything else?”
“Oh, no. You’re done. Thank you for waking up so early. Do you want to go back to your rooms?”
Thinking of Billy—lying in his bed just waiting for Nick to wake him up with a face full of balls—he nodded.
“I do.” Nick started walking down the stairs, confident that he could find his way back, when he turned around and looked at Pat. “And thanks for letting me know the castle needed topping up. It would have looked bad if we ran out of magic on my first day on the job.”
Pat’s eyes widened, like he hadn’t expected Nick to look at it that way. “Oh, it’s no problem…”
Nick continued down the stairs, walking fast, missing the rest of Pat’s reply. He was far too eager to get back to Billy to stick around listening to Pat for even a second longer than he had to.
Billy woke up with a start, and it took him a few seconds to remember why he wasn’t in his own bed and why his hole was feeling so sore.
Nick.
Eyes closed, his body still heavy with sleep, Billy couldn’t help but smile at the memory of everything that had happened last night. He’d never been fucked so hard—had his ass stretched so brutally—or been cuddled with such conviction before.
It felt like a whole new world had opened up in front of him.
Stretching, toes curling in pleasure at the sting lingering in his ass, Billy realized that he was alone in the bed.
Before he had any time to wonder where Nick was, he heard the sound of boots on hardwood somewhere outside the bedroom, coming closer and closer.
Billy held his breath as the sound stopped right outside the bedroom door, listening as Nick stepped inside and walked over to the bed.
“You’re awake,” Nick said, sounding amused, standing at the edge of the bed. Billy could feel him looming, the alpha’s stare like a physical thing.
The bed dipped, but not like Nick was crawling on top of it.
The mattress started rolling, and Billy realized that Nick was standing up on two legs, walking up the mattress with one foot on either side of Billy’s body.
Billy could feel Nick standing over him, huge and tall, pinning the sheet down on either side of him and basically trapping him to the mattress.
Billy opened his eyes, gasping at the sight of Nick standing over him. The alpha’s face was almost seven feet above him, looking down at him with a heated expression, and he was wearing his red suit, including his boots, gloves and wide utility belt.
“Good morning,” Nick said, lifting his left foot and running his boot along the side of Billy’s arm outlined under the thin crimson sheet. Billy shuddered, his cock filling with blood as his balls pulled up tight.
“Morning,” he mumbled overwhelmed.
Nick stopped rubbing Billy’s arm with the side of his boot. Instead, he lifted the boot up and brought it down on the center of Billy’s chest. He didn’t put much weight on it, leaning visibly to the right, just enough so that Billy could feel it when he tried to inhale.
“How do you feel?” Nick asked. He had one hand on his belt, and the other was groping his cock through his suit. The sight of the gloved hand cupping the thick shaft was enough to make Billy’s mouth water.
“Horny,” Billy said, his voice breathless and hoarse. “Happy.”
Nick grinned. “Yeah?” he asked, letting his boot slip up until the tip was nudging Billy’s jaw.
“Yeah,” Billy answered, his breath hitching. Nick’s boot slid up the side of his face, the rough sole pulling on his cheek, moving down until it was planted on the mattress next to Billy’s head.
“Lick it,” Nick ordered. His voice retained its warmth, but the ring of command was unmistakable. Billy shuddered.
Turning his head, heart hammering in his chest, Billy came face to face with Nick’s shiny leather boot. It was huge, stretching from below Billy’s chin to over his head, but it looked clean and even—impossibly—inviting.
Billy stuck out his tongue, the taste of leather hitting him hard. Like Nick’s gloves, it was a unique flavor, and one that he’d never thought of as particularly pleasant before.
It still wasn’t, but the knowledge that he was licking Nick’s boot—that he was debasing himself—made his cock throb under the crimson sheets.
“Do you like that?” Nick asked. His voice was gruff, and when Billy looked up he could see that the alpha was breathing deeply.
It was nice to know that Nick was as affected by what they were doing as Billy.
“I… yeah,” Billy admitted. All Nick had to do was look behind him and he’d see the evidence of Billy’s arousal tenting the sheets. Billy turned his attention back to Nick’s boot, blurting out, “Your feet are so big.”
Nick laughed, a pleased and happy sound that rumbled in his chest, and pulled his boot away. He reached down and grabbed the edge of the sheet, pulling it away from Billy’s body and exposing his naked chest.
Billy shuddered from the sudden cold, his nipples perking up, but he hardly noticed.
Nick was moving around, the bed dipping and rolling with each heavy step, arranging himself so that he ended up standing with his legs planted on either side of Billy’s chest, looking down at him with an eager grin.
“I want your mouth,” Nick declared, dropping down to his knees and straddling Billy’s chest, knocking the breath out of his lungs as he let Billy’s much smaller body support his full weight. “Are you going to be a good boy and make me feel good?”
Billy couldn’t answer, still trying to fill his lungs with air, but he managed a nod. Nick grinned and shifted his weight so that he was sitting on his knees, allowing Billy to desperately fill his lungs with air.
“Good,” Nick growled, inching forward so that his crotch was positioned right over Billy’s throat.
When Billy looked up, his vision was filled with the impressive sight of Nick’s huge package, the thin material of his suit hiding nothing.
Billy could see the shape of Nick’s cockhead, and even the veins running along the enormous shaft.
Breathing in, Billy let the scent of alpha wash over him. He wanted to bend his neck up and press his face into the beautiful bulge Nick was teasing him with, but when he tried, Nick grabbed him by the hair and held him in place.
“Greedy…” Nick teased, his voice low and dark, right before yanking Billy’s head up and pressing it into his cock. Billy could feel Nick’s hard shaft pressing against his cheek, throbbing and alive, and his two plum-sized testicles resting against his chin.
He was in heaven.
“Come on, baby. Use that tongue of yours to make me feel good,” Nick said, sounding breathless and gruff. It made Billy shudder.