Part III - The Trouble with Magic #4
“See you…” Billy said, but Tulip was already walking away. He watched as Johnny became aware that Tulip was heading right toward him. The look on the handsome elf’s face was priceless.
Not wanting to stay and watch Tulip take down her prey, Billy left the workshop and headed down to the experimentation room. It was empty, the ruined machine at the back of the room sitting like an ugly lump, the twisted metal mocking him.
It was back to the drawing board. Sitting down at his desk, Billy decided to go through the schematics for the machine from the ground up to see if he had missed anything that could explain why the magic went haywire.
There was no reason the machine shouldn’t channel magic just as well as the shaping rods or any of the tools that were used in the castle, so the flaw had to be in the design.
An hour passed, and Billy lost himself in the intense focus he only ever felt when he worked. Hours could pass while he was in the zone and feel like just seconds.
“There you are!”
The voice startled Billy, making him jump into the air and catapult off his seat like he’d been ejected from a fighter jet. Nick stood behind him, smirking and not looking the least bit sorry.
“Hello. You’re not taking the day off?” Nick asked, walking up to his desk and looking down at his drawings.
Billy hurried to his feet and moved back into his chair.
He resisted the urge to pull Nick’s hand back when the big alpha started touching the papers littering his desk, moving them around curiously.
“Billy?” Nick asked, looking down at Billy with a questioning lilt in his voice. Billy frowned, confused, but then he remembered that Nick had asked a question.
“Oh, no,” he said, blushing for no reason. “I figured I might as well get some work done.”
Billy reached down and hurriedly gathered his drawings and papers together, stacking them up and pushing them away from Nick’s curious fingers. “Pat said the magic will be fixed by tonight?”
The distraction worked. Nick grabbed his belt and stepped back, shrugging with faux nonchalance. “The magic was contaminated, somehow. The new Krampus is coming over to help me drain the castle. He should be here a little after noon.”
Billy blinked. Krampus—the antithesis of joy and good cheer—was going to be in the castle?
He did not like the sound of that.
“Krampus?” he asked, his voice strangled. Nick nodded, blithely unconcerned.
“His name is Damon. I know him, actually. We went to school together.”
Billy wondered if this Damon character was anything like Nick. Then again, there was probably a reason Damon was made Krampus and Nick was made Santa.
“That’s nice,” Billy said, not sure what he was supposed to say. Nick grinned and nodded.
“It is, but that isn’t why I wanted to talk to you. I was actually hoping you’d want to go up and have a little session in my playroom before I have to work.”
Billy froze. He held his breath for three seconds and slowly let it out. Nick was looking at him like he wanted to eat him, and the prospect of another round in the playroom had Billy feeling like he was standing in line for a rollercoaster.
“Right now?” he asked, voice cracking, not sure he’d understood.
Nick took a step closer, moving right into Billy’s space, and reached down to wrap a hand around the back of Billy’s neck.
The leather of Nick’s glove was smooth and warm, and Billy shuddered at the feel of it.
When Nick started squeezing, massaging the space right under his ears, he thought his legs were going to give out.
Nick leaned down and pressed his lips to Billy’s temple.
“I want to bend you over the bench in my playroom,” he said, his voice low and growly, the grip on Billy’s neck tightening.
A spark of electricity ran down Billy’s spine.
Nick slid his hand up and grabbed him by the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head back so that they were eye to eye.
Nick’s eyes were dark and aroused, and Billy felt like he was going to drown in their inky black depths.
“I’m going to fucking spread your legs wide over the bench so that you’re showing me your pretty little hole,” Nick said, enunciating each word and maintaining eye contact.
“Then I’m going to warm your cheeks with my flogger, and when you’re nice and sensitive, I’m going to fuck the cum out of you. ”
Nick’s voice was low and heated, making Billy shudder and tremble. He felt hot and full of energy, like his skin was too tight and he needed something—what Nick was describing—to happen.
It didn’t escape Billy’s notice how Nick had gone from I want to I’m going to.
Billy’s cock pressed against the front of his pants, painfully hard, pushing into Nick’s muscular thigh. Nick lifted his foot, pushing it between Billy’s legs, and gently brought his thigh up so that Billy was lifted off the ground. The pressure on his cock felt amazing.
“What do you say? Are you in?” Nick’s voice was cocky, like he already knew that Billy would say yes. He hugged Billy to his chest, letting Billy straddle his thigh and grind his cock into the hard muscle of his leg, squeezing him tight.
“I … yes.” Billy was breathing hard, and talking was difficult. Nick’s arms were like a vice.
“Good boy!” Nick praised him like he would an obedient puppy, happy and exuberant. The humiliation of being sincerely condescended to was strangely delicious.
The big alpha shifted his grip and held Billy under his arms, and—in a now familiar move—threw him over his shoulder and smacked his ass with a grunt.
The impact of Nick’s palm on his ass knocked the breath out of Billy’s lungs and made his balls pull up painfully tight.
This was the best.
Nick manhandled Billy out of his clothes and lifted him onto the bench, strapping him down in record time. The sight of Billy’s tight little ass on display, cheeks opened just enough that Nick could see his hole twitching, was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
If he could get off before Damon showed up, he’d be in a much better state of mind and able to deal with his old friend without getting jealous of his new position.
“Here’s the deal, boy!” Nick barked, making Billy jump. He walked around the hot little elf and crouched down in front of his face, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head up.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he said fervently, leaning in for a hungry kiss. When he pulled back, Billy’s lips were red and puffy and he was gasping for air.
“What’s your safeword?” Nick asked. He traced Billy’s lips with a gloved finger as he waited for an answer.
“Red, sir. Yellow for slow down.” There was no hesitation. Nick grinned and shoved his thumb into Billy’s open mouth, curling it down and hooking it behind his lower teeth.
“That’s very good,” he said, curling the rest of his fingers under Billy’s chin and letting go of his hair. He loved how it made him feel, holding Billy’s jaw like this, spit running out of the corner of the boy’s mouth. He used his free hand to pet Billy’s cheek.
“Are you ready for me to have some fun with your ass?” Nick kept his thumb firmly in place as he waited for Billy’s answer, stroking the gums over the back of his teeth.
“Yes, sir,” Billy mumbled, the words distorted by Nick’s occupation of his mouth.
“Good.” Nick let go of Billy’s jaw and smacked him on the cheek, just hard enough that it would sting. Billy looked at him with wide eyes, and Nick smirked. By the time Nick had him fully trained, Billy wouldn’t even blink at a gentle slap in the face.
Heading to the wall, feeling Billy’s eyes on him, Nick selected a medium sized deerskin flogger. The soft leather wouldn’t pack quite as much of a sting as cowhide or rubber, giving Nick just the warming effect he was looking for.
The whole point of this was to get Billy used to being flogged—to teach him how to enjoy it. It had to be a fundamentally good experience for Nick to consider the scene a success.
Walking back to the bench, Billy tracking his every move with tense excitement, Nick let the strands of the flogger trail over the bound boy’s back.
The reaction was beautiful. Billy closed his eyes and shuddered at the gentle touch, his toes curling as he gasped for breath.
“You like that,” Nick said. It wasn’t a question, but Billy made a humming sound of agreement anyway.
Dragging the flogger down, the strands trailing down Billy’s back and over his ass, Nick let the leather just barely brush against Billy’s hard cock.
The little stiffy was pressed down between Billy’s thighs, a string of pre-cum dripping from the tip and hovering over the floor.
Pulling the flogger back, Nick let gravity pull the strands back to land on Billy’s cock. The boy jumped like he’d been tasered, crying out in shocked pleasure. Nick’s cock throbbed. He might whip Billy’s cock some day, but not yet. Not until he knew Billy could handle it.
“I want you to count.”
Nick moved so that the bulge of his crotch was pressed into Billy’s ass. He leaned down over the little elf’s back so that he was speaking directly into his ear. “Do you understand?”
The sound Billy made went right to his cock. Needy and desperate, he sounded almost like he was in pain.
“Billy?” Nick made his voice stern, and he could feel the tremor running through Billy’s body at the sound of it.
“I, ah… I understand,” Billy bit out. He already sounded wrecked, and Nick hadn’t even started.
He ground his hips into Billy’s ass, licking a wet stripe up the boy’s neck before opening his mouth wide and biting down.
Careful not to break the skin, Nick felt Billy’s pulse on his tongue, strong and fast, and grinned.
Billy was frozen again, well aware of just how vulnerable he was.
Nick let go and pulled himself up, leaning his hips against Billy’s ass as he stretched his back. He let the flogger dangle over Billy’s ass again, teasing him with the soft leather.