Part IV - Happy Endings #4
“Show the little slut who’s boss,” Damon growled, and Billy flinched. The voice was coming just inches away from his face, and he could almost feel the alpha’s breath on his cheek.
“He knows,” Nick said, sounding satisfied, the sound of his leathered palm coming down on Billy’s bare ass filling the room. It was a sharp sound, though not quite as sharp as skin on skin.
Nick spanked him five times in quick succession, grunting each time he lowed his palm, then groped his ass roughly before repeating the process. Billy’s cock twitched with each blow, the pain, darkness and helplessness mingling to create something delicious.
“Fifty!” Nick growled, swinging his arm down and delivering a blow that was harder than any of the ones that came before. Billy screamed, his cock spasming, slumping down to his knees with his neck bent at an awkward angle.
Fuck that hurt.
“Good boy,” Nick said, stepping off Billy’s back and moving around to his front. Billy heard him shove Damon out of the way, and then suddenly the alpha was pressing his naked cock into Billy’s face. It smelled like sweat and musk and alpha. “There you go, slut. Breathe it in.”
Nick rubbed his cock up and down next to Billy’s nose, rutting against his face, grunting and growling as he humped Billy’s face like a teenager fucking his mattress.
Billy was pushed back through the hole in the stocks, each thrust of Nick’s hips banging his head into the hard wood. There was no thought for Billy’s comfort in Nick’s movement, and the selfish way the alpha was taking his pleasure made Billy’s balls feel heavy and full.
When his rhythm started stuttering, Billy knew that Nick was getting close. He couldn’t wait for Nick to come all over him.
“Fuck!” Nick growled, grinding his cock into Billy’s face as he came. The first spurt hit Billy’s hair, dripping down to pool at the rim of his blindfold, after which Nick pulled away and aimed his cock at Billy’s face.
The load hit him like he was being sprayed in the face by a water gun. Thick ropes of come shot out of Nick’s cock to land on Billy’s face, and Billy wondered how there could be so much when Nick had just filled his gut to bursting a few hours ago.
“Fuck that felt good,” Nick growled, sounding sated and satisfied. He unbuckled Billy’s blindfold and ripped it off, crouching down to look Billy in the eye.
“Do you want to cum?” he asked, cradling Billy’s head in his huge hands. He used his thumbs to rub his load into Billy’s face.
Trying to nod, Billy knew that all it would take was the touch of Nick’s glove against his swollen shaft and he’d be spilling his balls like a virgin. Nick’s grip on his head prevented Billy’s nod from being more than a twitch, but Nick understood. He grinned wide.
“I’ll make you a deal, okay? I’m going to turn on the plug in your ass. If you can make it one minute, you get to cum and I let you out of the stocks. If you cum before that, however, I put you in a chastity cage for the rest of the week and you have to stay in the stocks until dinner. Sound good?”
Billy tried to shake his head, but Nick’s grip prevented him. There was no way he’d be able to last even ten seconds with the plug working his prostate.
“Good,” Nick said, standing up. “Your time starts… now.”
The plug in Billy’s ass buzzed to life and started up a full frontal assault on his prostate.
It jabbed into his sensitive gland, hammering into it faster than any finger or cock could manage.
Billy clenched his abs, his whole body tensing up in an effort to stave off the release building up inside him.
In the end he was right. He didn’t even last ten seconds.
It felt like his orgasm was being ripped out of his balls, dragging the come through his cock in a slow and excruciating dribble.
It was nothing like the release you got from touching yourself or being touched, and Billy couldn’t decide if it was the best thing ever or pure torture.
He held on to the ball in his fist even as the plug milked him dry, showing no signs of letting up. The sensation went from torturously good to simply torturous the more time passed.
“What kind of plug is it?” Damon asked, walking around Billy with an assessing gaze.
“It’s a human sex toy. It has an internal piston that pushes down on his prostate, and the whole thing vibrates. It’s also supposed to be able to deliver electric shocks, but I haven’t figured out how to make the magic work that function yet.”
Nick looked proud, and Damon nodded. Billy wasn’t really paying attention to Nick’s answer, his oversensitive prostate still being hammered by the weird plug, but when he processed the words his head shot up.
The plug was mechanical, and Nick had made it work with magic. If Nick had figured out how to channel magic into a machine without making it explode, Billy needed to know the details.
“All right, I think he’s done,” Nick said, tucking his cock back into his suit. He gave Billy a smug smile. “Billy, you know what this means. You’re staying right where you are.”
Billy paid him no mind. He wanted to know how the plug worked, his own pleasure and impending punishment completely forgotten. Nick, however, misinterpreted his frantic attempts to communicate.
“You had your chance to be free and you blew it,” Nick said, walking around to Billy’s back and bending down. He sounded very happy. “And now you have to live with the consequences.”
Billy could feel Nick putting something on his spent cock, covering his shaft, and yanking his balls through some kind of ring and locking them together. It felt really weird.
“We’ll leave you here to think about what you’ve done,” Nick said, standing up and rubbing Billy’s back. “Damon, you ready to go?”
“Sure, unless you’ve changed your mind about letting me have a go?”
“No.” Nick laughed, but it wasn’t lost on Billy when Nick moved to stand between him and the other alpha. Damon shook his head ruefully.
“I know, I know… you don’t share. Selfish asshole.” Damon was smiling, but the words were sincere.
“Fucking right I don’t,” Nick said. Billy watched as the two alphas walked out of the playroom, neither one looking back as Billy howled through his gag for their attention.
Once the door was closed it dawned on Billy that he could simply drop the ball still clutched tight in his hand and Nick would let him go.
But Billy didn’t want to drop the ball. He’d taken everything Nick had dished out and he’d liked it. Dropping the ball would feel like a defeat. He could wait a few hours before talking to Nick about how he’d managed to make the plug work with magic instead of the batteries a human would use.
Calming down, Billy took notice of the new accessory decorating his cock. He couldn’t see it, but it seemed like his shaft was encased in some sort of plastic or rubber tube, and the ring around the base of his member was tight and constricting.
It felt awful. Nick couldn’t really expect him to wear it for any length of time, could he?
Billy felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of Nick taking away his right to orgasm. The alpha hadn’t asked if he could have control over Billy’s cock—he’d just taken it. Billy couldn’t believe how hot it was.
Bent over at the waist, his wrists and neck trapped in the stocks, Billy let his mind wander. At first he thought about his machine—about how good it would feel to finally get it right—but then his mind started to wander, and before he knew it he was thinking about Nick.
He should be uncomfortable, his arms spread and his back bent at an awkward angle, but Billy almost felt like he was in a trance.
Closing his eyes, feeling light and happy, Billy waited patiently for Nick to come and free him.
“You’re a selfish asshole,” Damon said for the second time as he mounted his black stallion, looking down at Nick with a grin. “I’ve never seen someone so ready to be taken in hand and trained to heel. You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”
Nick smirked, looking up at Damon and feeling smug. The other alpha might have the job he’d wanted, but at this point Nick could honestly say that he didn’t mind.
“Stop complaining. You’ve got a whole mountain teeming with submissive elves just waiting for you to fuck them.”
Damon grinned and gave his crotch a lascivious grope, licking his lips. “Sure, and I love it, but none of them have that air of innocence that your boy does. There’s no corrupting them. They all know exactly what they’re in for.”
Nick nodded. That was what he liked about Billy.
The elf was eager for Nick to dominate him and teach him how to submit, but he had no clue just how far Nick intended to go with him.
If he did, he’d run screaming for the hills.
Nick would take things slow, and by the time he’d worked his way up to cock and ball torture, fisting and mummification bondage, Billy would be gagging for it.
“Well, thanks again for helping me out. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” Nick said, clapping Damon’s horse on the flank. The magnificent stallion shifted his feet, clearly eager to get going. Damon quieted him with a firm hand on his neck.
“I will. And if you ever feel like taking a break from all the nice, stop by the mountain. I’ve got a few little pain-sluts I know would love to be worked over by Santa.”
Nick laughed and thanked Damon for the offer, even though he knew he’d never take him up on it. The mountain was Damon’s territory, and he would only go if he were needed and specifically invited—and even then it would be uncomfortable to set foot on another alpha’s territory.
Watching Damon ride off on his black stallion, stark against the white snow blanketing the ground, Nick wondered what had made the council give the Krampus job to Damon ahead of Nick.
The other alpha wasn’t much of a sadist—at least not compared to Nick—and Nick couldn’t figure out what made him suitable for the job when he wasn’t.