Part IV - Happy Endings #3
Billy shuddered. Being spanked sounded fun, but having his cock whipped just sounded awful. Being blindfolded and gagged, on the other hand… that could be an interesting experience. As long as Damon wasn’t there to see it happen.
Nick laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think Billy here is quite up to the challenge of cock and ball torture, though I do like the idea of the gag and blindfold.
Why don’t you go find some in the drawer over there?
” Nick pointed to the dresser by the wall.
He then pulled the key out from the pouch in his belt and unlocked the cage, reaching inside and grabbing Billy’s foot, pulling him out with a rough tug.
“Come on, get on your knees with your hands behind your head.” Nick rose to his full height and towered over Billy. Feeling shaky, Billy did as he was told.
“Here,” Damon said, coming to stand next to Nick. He was holding a padded leather blindfold and a scary looking gag that looked like a short penis. Nick took the gag and grinned, fondling the phallic attachment he was planning on shoving in Billy’s mouth.
“One second,” Nick said, walking to the dresser with long, hurried steps. He rummaged around and pulled out a little ball, coming back to stand right in front of Billy. He was standing so close that all Billy had to do was lean in and he would be nosing into the alpha’s crotch.
“This is your safety ball. If you drop it, everything stops. Do you understand?” Nick thrust the ball into Billy’s hand. Billy clenched the ball tight, his hands in place behind his head, the textured rubber surface of the ball meaning that he wouldn’t let it slip by accident.
“Yes, sir,” he said, feeling relieved. Damon might be scary, but Nick was looking out for him. Billy had no doubt that if he dropped the ball, Nick would stop playing the gruff alpha dom and go back to being nice.
“Good.” Nick grinned and clapped Billy’s cheek roughly, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into his bulge.
Billy nearly lost his balance, but Nick held him in place with a painful hold on his hair.
“You like that, don’t you? Breathing in the scent of my balls like it’s a drug.
God, you’re a horny little slut. Come on, show me how much you like it.
” Nick gave Billy’s head a rough shake, making him cry out, his voice muffled by the ample bulge pressing into his face.
“Mouth on my bulge like the dirty little whore you are.”
Billy moaned and licked at Nick’s bulge with his tongue, the hard length throbbing under the suit, his chin squished into Nick’s bull balls. His own cock was hard as a rock, the plug in his ass a heavy thing that made his prostate feel like it was under assault.
Abruptly, Nick pushed him away. Billy landed in a heap on his ass, staring up at Nick with a surprised expression. The alpha grinned at him, taking the gag out of Damon’s hands and bending with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Let’s get that mouth plugged,” he said.
Before Billy knew what had happened, Nick had pressed the stubby penis gag into his mouth and pulled the buckle tight behind his head.
The gag pushed toward the back of Billy’s throat, much thicker than he’d first thought, though not far enough to trigger his gag reflex.
Billy stared up at Nick and Damon, his lips stretched tight around the fat base of the gag, his heart hammering as Nick took the blindfold from Damon and leaned down to put it on.
Squeezing down on the ball in his hand, Billy reminded himself that if it became too much, he had a way out.
“Feeling helpless?” Nick asked, holding the blindfold an inch away from Billy’s eyes, but not putting it on quite yet. Billy nodded, his cock giving a throb of pleasure. He did feel helpless. Helpless and small and utterly at the big alpha’s mercy.
It was fantastic.
“Good,” Nick said, his voice a low, pleased rumble. He pushed the blindfold against Billy’s eyes; the padded leather molding to his face and making the world go utterly dark, and fastened it behind his head.
Billy inhaled deeply through his nose, straining his ears for any sound that might give him a clue as to what would happen next. The sound of boots and the creak of leather told him that Damon was moving, but Nick was still bent down next to him, the sound of his breath calm and even.
Without warning, Nick reached out and grabbed Billy under the arms and hoisted him into the air.
“What do you think, should I bend him over the bench or put him in the stocks?” Nick asked Damon, holding Billy in the air like it was nothing, his feet dangling off the ground.
“Stocks,” Damon answered, not even having to think about it.
Nick laughed, sounding pleased, and carried Billy across the room where he put him down and spun him around.
Billy gasped as Nick pulled him back against his chest, throwing a muscular arm down over his shoulder and across his chest, pinning him.
“Do you like that, slut?” Nick growled, reaching down with his other hand and finding Billy’s nipple. He twisted the sensitive nub brutally, pulling it down and making Billy cry out in pain.
“He asked you a fucking question, slut!” Damon growled, right in Billy’s face, grabbing his chin and squeezing down with a gloved fist. The grip hurt, pressing in on his cheeks hard enough to bruise.
Billy froze. He hadn’t heard Damon moving closer, and though there was a part of him that loved being sandwiched by two growling alphas, Nick had promised that Damon wouldn’t touch him. The ball in Billy’s hand felt heavy, and he was considering dropping it when Nick intervened.
“Damon, I said no touching!” He sounded mad. The hand squeezing Billy’s face fell away, and Billy heard the creak of leather as Damon stepped back.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, the words dripping with insincerity, “I forgot.”
“Well fucking don’t,” Nick growled. He sounded mad, his voice low and rough, and it made Billy’s cock forget all about Damon’s unwelcome touch.
“Fine, I’ll just stand here and watch.” When Nick didn’t do anything, the tension palpable, Damon shifted uncomfortably. “Are you going to spank him or what?”
“You keep that attitude up and you’re going to be the one getting a spanking, Damon. I’ve done it before and I can do it again.”
Damon didn’t answer. Billy couldn’t see his face, but he could guess what Damon looked like. Alphas differed in how dominant they were, and it was clear that Nick outranked Damon. Being reminded that Nick had put him in his place, however long ago it was, would be unwelcome in the extreme.
“Fine, I won’t touch your precious little elf. I’m sorry I overstepped. Can we get back to it? Please?”
The alpha’s discomfort was clear. Nick was quiet for just a beat too long, but then he shrugged. The movement lifted his arm up, and Billy shuddered at the drag of muscle over his chest.
“Sure. Why don’t you lift the top beam so that I can get this little slut into place?”
Billy felt his balls pull up tight at the casual way Nick referred to him as a slut. Mixed with the way Nick was protecting him, Billy was feeling off balance in the best possible way.
“Thanks,” Nick said, and Billy realized that Damon must have lifted the beam.
A second later Nick grabbed the back of Billy’s neck and pushed him down, bending him at the waist until he felt his throat hit smooth wood.
Nick held him down for a few seconds, his hand a temporary substitute for the wooden beam, before letting go and stepping away.
“Stay,” Nick warned, the tone of his voice making Billy shiver. There was a part of him that wanted to disobey just to see what Nick would do, but he didn’t dare. He stayed in place, awkwardly bent over, as Nick grabbed his wrists and positioned them into the holes on either side of his head.
“Good boy,” Nick said, lowering the top beam over Billy’s neck and wrists, locking him into the stocks.
Blind and unable to speak, Billy tugged on his wrists, but he was trapped.
He shifted his feet, only to cry out when Nick walked behind him and kicked his legs apart, making him scramble to keep the weight off his throat.
He found his footing, his legs spread like Nick wanted them, but it was uncomfortable.
“I’m thinking fifty with my hand should do it,” Nick said, rubbing Billy’s ass before tapping on the base of the plug still lodged inside of him.
“On each cheek?” Damon asked, his voice cruel. Billy felt his stomach flutter in nervous apprehension. He wanted to be spanked, sure, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle the kind of punishment the two alphas were about to dish out.
“Sure,” Nick bent over Billy’s back until he was speaking down at him from above his head. “You like the sound of that, slut? My hand on your ass until it’s red and burning?” He grabbed Billy’s shoulders and squeezed them. “Yeah, you do.”
Nick pulled up to his full height, grinding his crotch into Billy’s ass, and then crouched down behind him.
He reached between Billy’s thighs and found his cock, grasping it in his fist and jerking it off slowly.
Billy felt a tight heat in his belly, his balls pulled tight.
If Nick kept this up he was going to shoot his load again.
“Okay, let’s get started.” Nick said, dropping Billy’s cock and stepping away. Billy listened to the movement behind him and tried to figure out what came next. “It’s time Billy learned what happens to bad boys who cum without permission.” Nick sounded excited.
Smack!
The first blow caught Billy off guard, and after that they just kept coming. Nick moved to straddle Billy’s back, curling an arm under his waist to hold him in place, his free hand coming down over and over and over until Billy couldn’t help but scream into his gag.
“Fucking take it!” Nick roared, spanking him harder and lifting him up so that he was hanging by the arm under his waist. Billy keened, Nick’s arm pressing up on his gut and making it hard to breathe.