Part IV - Happy Endings #2
Nick clapped Damon on the back, his cock swelling in anticipation of showing Billy off, and led him toward his quarters.
This was going to be fun.
Billy couldn’t get comfortable. The plug in his ass pushed down on his prostate, sparks of oversensitive pleasure shooting up his spine every time he moved, and the cramped quarters of the cage made finding a comfortable position impossible.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. Billy would have gladly endured the discomfort of his cramped limbs and the brutal plug if he were only allowed to jerk off. His cock was killing him. It throbbed, angry and hard between his thighs, demanding to be touched and stroked.
It was torture.
“Fuck!” Billy ground out. The grumbled word was a pale imitation of the scream of frustration he wanted to let out. Clenching and unclenching his fists, leaning against the side of the cage while he pulled his knees up to his chest, Billy bowed his head and closed his eyes.
This was not fun.
Counting his breaths, focusing on breathing in and out, Billy tried to convince himself that he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he felt.
It was a losing battle. He was uncomfortable, and that was exactly how Nick wanted him. Uncomfortable, horny and frustrated. The thought sent a shiver of arousal down his spine.
That Nick was getting off on his suffering shouldn’t have been so incredibly, mind-numbingly hot, but it was. Billy loved the thought of Nick walking around with his meaty cock bulging through his suit, groping himself and feeling good every time he thought about Billy back in the cage.
Reaching down and groping his inner thighs, Billy pressed his fingertips into the sensitive flesh and moaned in pleasure. Imagining that the fingers were not his own, but Nick’s massive gloved hands, he almost shot his load.
Was he allowed to cum without touching his cock? In his haze of aroused frustration, Billy couldn’t remember if the prohibition was against touching his cock, or coming.
Thinking back, gritting his teeth, Billy was pretty sure that Nick had said no coming in the cage. It wouldn’t matter if he hadn’t touched himself, Nick would still punish him.
The thought of Nick punishing him made his cock spasm, and Billy could feel the orgasm building in his groin. Taking deep, shuddering breath, Billy tried to think unsexy thoughts.
Bop and Pop having sex. Billy tried to imagine it, tried to picture everything he’d always preferred not to think about when they snuck off together, and for a few seconds it worked.
And then it didn’t. One second Billy was imagining Bop and Pop doing something awful with a candy cane and pot of honey, and the next he was picturing Nick standing over him, cock jutting out of his ridiculous suit, demanding to have his boots licked.
Fuck it. Even when he was just inside Billy’s head, Nick was a pushy bastard. Billy did his best to imagine something gross, but no matter what he thought of, a second later Nick was there in the front of his mind, demanding to be seen and heard and worshiped.
Billy knew without a doubt that he wasn’t going to last. He was going to shoot his load, and then Nick was going to give him that look—all smug and cocky—and then Billy was going to be punished.
He shuddered at the thought of it—at all the possible ways Nick could punish him.
Maybe the alpha would put him over his knee and spank him? Billy imagined lying on Nick’s rock hard thighs, his ass in the air, Nick’s broad palm coming down on his ass over and over, spanking him hard, each blow grinding Billy’s cock into Nick’s rock hard thigh.
Breath hitching, Billy forced himself to stop imagining it. It was just too good. He was right on the edge of coming, and the mental image of Nick’s huge hand, the leather glove sitting tight, pulled taut over his knuckles as he lifted his muscular arm in the air… fuck! Billy was doing it again.
Billy heard the noise before he felt it. A low buzzing sound, strange and abrupt, followed by the plug in his ass coming alive. Billy jumped, banging his head into the metal bars of the cage, a groan of arousal leaving his body like a whimper.
The plug was moving and vibrating, pushing down on his prostate with a rolling motion that was unlike anything he’d ever felt. The relentless stimulation, hard, fast and unforgiving, had Billy shaking like a leaf as his cock spewed pre-cum like a faucet.
Even though he knew it was coming, the orgasm took Billy by surprise.
It started low in his gut, intense and urgent, and it seemed almost as though his load was being pushed out from the inside.
He came hard, but not fast. Billy spilled his release in slow, intense spurts that had the come dribbling down his cock and smearing the skin on his inner thighs.
His whole body shook, and he was gasping for air as the plug just. kept. going.
Billy grabbed a hold of the bars and held on for dear life as the orgasm rolled through him. He saw stars, all while the plug worked his prostate and milked him of every drop.
By the time it stopped, Billy was slick with sweat and out of breath. The plug was still huge and pressing inside of him, but as the last drops of his release spilled from his cock, it had finally stopped.
Holy fuck. Billy laughed. He’d never known you could have an orgasm like that—like it was ripped out of your balls against your will—and he wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat the experience any time soon.
He was exhausted.
The sounds of heavy boots on hardwood jerked Billy out of his post-orgasmic haze. He watched the door with wide eyes, still panting, his whole body startling when the playroom door pushed open.
The first thing Billy saw was Nick. The alpha walked into the room with a huge smile on his face, looking incredibly proud and happy, the bulge in his suit displaying his cock and its hardness magnificently.
Billy could see every ridge and vein on the enormous member, and he felt himself drooling at the mere sight of it.
The rest of Nick was the same as always. His suit clung to his impressive muscles, while his leather gloves and shiny black boots made him look both ridiculous and hot beyond measure. He wasn’t wearing his Santa’s hat, but judging by his matted down hair he had only just taken it off.
Nick walked into the room and held the door open, and Billy felt his gut clench in nervous apprehension. A second alpha walked into the room, and Billy knew right away without a shadow of a doubt that this was the new Krampus.
He was tall, though not as tall as Nick, and broad across the shoulders in the way only alphas could be. He had a powerful chest and a trim waist, and his arms and legs were thick with muscle.
Billy could see where Nick got the inspiration for the new design of his suit. Damon wore a bodysuit made from supple black leather that clung to his body, showing his muscles and ample package off to their very best advantage, and he wore knee-high boots and leather gloves.
Billy stared at the new alpha’s gloves. The knuckles were lined with blunt metal studs, shiny and bright against the black leather, and Billy wondered if the Krampus ever used his fists in ways that the studs made themselves felt.
“So this is him?” the new Krampus said, walking past Nick and into the room. He had blond hair and pale grey eyes, and his smile was cruel and self-satisfied.
Nick walked up to the other alpha, standing next to him, and clapped him on the shoulder. They looked very chummy-chummy.
“This is him. Pretty, isn’t he?” Nick walked right up the front of the cage and crouched down, looking at Billy with a smile that wasn’t at all reassuring. Damon crouched down next to him.
“He’s cute, all right,” the new alpha said. “This his first time in the cage?”
“It is. Though it looks like he’s enjoyed himself a little too much…” Nick frowned, looking between Billy’s legs and then back up to his face.
“Did you touch your little cock without permission?” Damon asked, his voice hard and smooth. There was an edge to his voice, like he already knew the answer to the question and was only asking to let Billy dig himself deeper.
Billy didn’t say anything, eyes shifting to Nick and wondering how he was supposed to play this.
“Answer him!” Nick barked. Billy flinched, though his spent cock gave a twitch of interest.
He shouldn’t, but being spoken to like that—in anger and with the promise of violence—made his belly feel warm and tingly in a way that defied explanation.
“I … uh, no sir.” Billy hadn’t touched his cock. He had cum, but he hadn’t touched himself. Not even when it felt like keeping his hands to himself was worse than torture.
“No? Then how do you explain the mess you’ve made?” Damon tilted his head to the side, his lip curling up in a sneer.
“I… the plug, I didn’t touch myself. I just… came.”
Damon laughed. “Fucking hell, Nick. Did you hear that? Your dirty little slut came without even touching himself. You lucky son of a bitch.” Damon reached down and grabbed his bulge, groping himself. “Now how are you going to punish him?”
Billy shrank back. There was something in Damon’s eyes, something mean, that he’d never seen when looking at Nick.
It scared him.
“I think a spanking is in order,” Nick said, and Billy felt his balls pull up tight in joy. It was exactly what he’d imagined. What he’d wanted.
“That’s it?” Damon asked, standing up and licking his lips.
“You don’t think you should make it a little challenging for him?
” He crossed his arms and gave Billy a look like he was trying to figure out how to take him apart.
Then he grinned. “I think you should take the little bitch out of the cage, blindfold him, gag him, and then whip his bad little cock until it’s learned its lesson.
” The words were accompanied by a cruel smile.