Part III - The Trouble with Magic #7
Nick sat down, adjusted his cock and counted to twenty. On ten, he heard the bedroom door open and Billy walking to the playroom. Nick jumped off the couch and punched the air, his excitement and happiness making him feel high.
He couldn’t wait to see the look on Damon’s face when he saw the diamond in the rough that he’d discovered. And in Santa’s castle, no less. Groping his cock, his knot still slightly swollen and his shaft back at full mast, Nick headed for the playroom.
“Are you nervous?” he asked when he entered the playroom, making Billy jump. The cute little elf was kneeling by the cage and watching it like a lamb watching a lion. Wide eyes swung Nick’s way.
“I’m … yeah,” Billy said, licking his lips and swallowing. Nick walked toward him with a cocky swagger, moving in close so that the tips of his boots bumped into Billy’s knees. With Billy in the position he was in, Nick’s eighteen-inch height advantage was all that more pronounced. Nick loved it.
“Do you like it?”
Billy looked up, staring at Nick’s face, Nick’s huge bulge blocking his view. He nodded. Nick reached down and gave his hair a ruffle, closing his fist and pulling Billy’s head up while he bent his knees and thrust his bulge into Billy’s face.
“You like this,” Nick grunted, rubbing Billy’s face up and down the outline of his cock. He was being rough, yanking on Billy’s hair with sharp jerks, but Billy’s moans were all pleasure. He pushed Billy back and watched him fall on his ass.
“But this isn’t about what you like. This is about pleasing me. Now get in the cage.”
Nick studied Billy’s face carefully. He’d used a harsh tone, barking out the order to get inside the cage, and he was assessing whether he needed to scale back and offer reassurances before continuing.
He didn’t want to push Billy too far. This was about showing Billy that submission could be fun—that he could let go and give in to Nick’s domination and feel amazing.
Startled, Billy stared up at Nick as though he was some kind of vengeful god, but there was no fear in his eyes. He looked awed, like he couldn’t believe that he had Nick’s attention. Like he was lucky and basking in Nick’s glory.
Nick made a mental note to spend some time the next time they did this to let Billy worship him properly. Hands, tongue and body—every part of him bending and yielding to Nick’s greater power. Just the thought of it sent shivers down Nick’s spine.
Taking a step forward, Nick licked his lips and focused on what was in front of him.
The cage sitting on the floor was just tall enough that Billy would be able to sit with his head bent down, but long and wide enough that he’d be able to curl up and lie down comfortably.
The bars were spaced just wide enough apart that you could fit a hand or the tip of a foot through without a problem, but anything more and you were out of luck.
Nick used his boot to push the cage door open, stepping back in a wide stance and crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for Billy to obey and crawl inside.
Watching him warily, Billy moved sinuously to his hands and knees and crawled into the cage. On his way past Nick’s boot, he leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip of the shiny leather over Nick’s toes, continuing on like nothing had happened.
The unsolicited show of submission, echoing their conversation on their first night about Billy debasing himself for Nick’s pleasure by licking his boot, made sparks shoot down Nick’s spine and his balls pull tight. He thought he was going to come on the spot.
Manipulative little shit. Nick loved it.
“Good boy,” he rumbled, crouching down and closing the door to the cage; locking Billy inside. The key to the cage was seated in the lock, and Nick made a show of turning it and pulling it out and putting it in one of the pouches on his belt. “How does that feel?”
Billy didn’t answer right away. He wiggled around in the cage, turning around so that he was facing Nick. He sat on his ass, his knees pulled up to his chest, his neck bent at an awkward angle.
“It’s not very comfortable,” he said at last, sliding his ass down and leaning his shoulders on the bars at the back of the cage, trying to see if that would be better. The grimace on his face made Nick think that it wasn’t.
“It’s not supposed to be,” Nick countered.
He walked around the cage and crouched down next to Billy’s head, pushing his hand through the bars and stroking the trapped elf’s shoulder.
“But you still like it, yes? You feel it like butterflies in your stomach and a tingling in your cock. If I opened this door and let you out, you’d be disappointed. ”
Billy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hand reaching down between his legs to give his rock hard cock a pump.
Nick pinched him.
“Ow!” Billy cried, his eyes shooting open. He shot Nick a confused look.
“No coming in the cage,” Nick warned, standing up and smirking down at his captive. “I don’t even want you touching your cock.”
Billy’s eyes were wide, and he looked down at the erection between his thighs with an expression of horror.
“Now be a good boy for me. If you call out your safeword, I’ll hear you—no matter where in the castle I am. Do you understand?”
Billy nodded, shifting his body again in another attempt to get comfortable.
“Good. And when I bring Damon in here I don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth. Your only job is to sit there like a good boy and look pretty. Understand?”
Billy nodded.
Nick stepped back, his balls tight and happy at Billy’s acquiescence. “Have fun,” he said, grinning and giving his bulge one last squeeze before he left the room. Closing the door behind him and forcing himself to head to the bathroom, Nick had just enough time to clean up before Damon showed up.
It was all well and good for Damon to see Billy covered in come and reeking of sex, but Nick wanted to appear cool and in control. He washed quickly, letting the scent of release linger faintly on his skin, cleaning his suit with a snap of his fingers before pulling it on.
Staring at himself in the mirror, Nick flexed his arms and chest, turning to get a good look at his own ass, making sure every inch of him was perfect.
He looked good. His suit clung to his muscles, showing off all the hard work he’d put into building his body, and the tall boots, gloves and belt added an element of menace that he knew Damon would appreciate.
When he heard the familiar rhythm of Pat’s knock on the door, no doubt coming to tell him Damon had arrived, Nick grinned.
This was going to be fun.