Part IV - Happy Endings #5
He put the question out of his mind. Dwelling on why the council did what they did wouldn’t get him anywhere. He’d been made the new Santa, and it was a role he’d inhabit for a long time to come. The best thing he could do was to get used to it.
Heading back into the castle, the halls deserted now that everyone was busy in the workshop, Nick made his way back to his quarters.
The walls thrummed with magic, warm and pleasant, and Nick congratulated himself on a job well done.
The elves might have lost the morning and some of the afternoon, but if they worked into the evening they should be back on track by morning.
The thought of how badly things could have gone—if he hadn’t had help or if the magic wouldn’t let itself be drained—made him shudder with mortification.
Having to go to the council for help in his very first month as Santa would have been humiliating, and he was glad to be spared the embarrassment.
Reaching his rooms, Nick made his way to the playroom. He walked fast, his balls pulling up tight in anticipation. He was impressed with Billy, pleased and proud that the safety ball was still clutched tight in his hand, despite how uncomfortable he must be.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, barging into the room and walking across the floor until he was staring down at Billy’s trapped head.
His boots were loud on the hardwood floor, and his cock bulged against the confines of his suit.
He reached down and rubbed Billy’s ear between his thumb and forefinger, making Billy shudder.
He’d already cum twice since that morning, but his cock and balls were raring for another go. This time he wanted Billy’s mouth.
Crouching down, Nick brushed a hand through Billy’s hair, yanking his head up so that the little elf was forced to stare into his eyes. Billy looked desperate, eyes wide and pleading, his pupils blown wide open.
“Mphm!” Billy tried to speak, the sound urgent and utterly unintelligible. Nick grinned. Billy must be feeling pretty desperate with his cock locked up. Chastity could be a shock if you weren’t accustomed to the feeling, and from the looks of it Billy wasn’t dealing with it all that well.
“You shouldn’t have cum, Billy,” Nick said, activating the plug in Billy’s ass—just because he could. “It cost you four days worth of orgasms. Do you have any idea how much I could have made you cum in that time?”
Nick leaned in and kissed Billy’s cheek, pushing out his tongue and lapping dragging it up over his eye, the taste of his own release blooming on his tongue.
Billy made another frustrated and incomprehensible sound.
“Fuck, you’re desperate for it,” Nick breathed out, awed. He grabbed Billy’s head between his hands and kissed him over his gag, licking up over his nose and over his eyes. His cock was rock hard, and he couldn’t wait to shove it down Billy’s throat.
Rising, pushing his bulge into Billy’s face and grinding into him, Nick reached up and grabbed his nipples, rolling the sensitive nubs between his fingers through his suit. Little shocks of pleasure raced down his spine, jolting his cock and making it throb.
Fuck he was horny.
It occurred to Nick that Billy might want to go back to work with the other elves now that the magic was in order, but he quickly put that thought out of his mind.
He might have given the other elves permission to start working early, but he fully intended to keep Billy to himself until after dinner.
“I’m going to take the gag out, but you’re not allowed to talk. I want that hot little mouth open and ready to take my cock. Do you understand?”
Nick waited until Billy nodded, the movement reluctant, before reaching behind Billy’s head and unbuckling his gag.
He pulled the stump little penis attachment out of Billy’s mouth, the stubby length dripping with spit, watching as Billy worked his mouth and grimaced.
The gag was wide, and it must have been very uncomfortable.
“Open up!” Nick rose to stand and pulled his cock out of his suit. He gave his hard length a few rough jerks, pushing the head of his cock against Billy’s face, before lining up with Billy’s open mouth and pushing in.
Choking, tugging on his wrists, Billy struggled to accept the invasion. Nick grinned and forced himself deeper, pushing past Billy’s gag reflex and shoving into his throat.
The feeling of Billy’s throat working his cock, spasming and choking around him, was amazing. Nick grabbed Billy’s hair, holding him in place, and started thrusting into the tight heat with no thought for Billy’s comfort.
As long as Billy didn’t drop his safety ball, Nick wasn’t going to stop or go easy on him.
Balls deep, his balls resting on Billy’s chin, Nick grabbed a hold of Billy’s hair and held on, staying in place and letting Billy’s throat work his cock.
The feeling of Billy’s tongue pushing up on his knot was like heaven, and the muscles of Billy’s throat were working the length of his shaft like a dream.
“You like that?” Nick growled, Billy’s eyes shooting open and looking up at him.
They were red and watery, and Nick’s cock throbbed at the sight, his balls pulling up tight and getting ready to shoot.
Not thinking about it, he gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth and spit it down, landing it right between Billy’s eyes.
Shocked, Billy closed his eyes as Nick’s spit ran down into the corner of his eye. Nick waited to see if he would drop the ball, but he didn’t, and Nick felt a flush of pride.
Spitting on someone could go either way. Some people loved it—the disrespect and degradation turning them on—but then there were plenty of subs for whom it was simply a step too far.
Nick would have to talk to Billy about everything that had happened today once he was out of the stocks—figuring out what he wanted to explore further and what he wanted to put in the no pile—but for now he was happy that Billy was still along for the ride.
His cock almost ready to shoot, Nick knew that he needed to let Billy breathe sooner rather than later. He pulled out until Billy was able to gasp for air, his breathing harsh and ragged, letting him catch his breath before pushing back in.
This time Nick intended to cum. He fucked Billy’s throat with rough jabs toward the back of his throat, pounding into him, fucking his face with no regards for his comfort or pleasure. If Nick had read Billy right—and he knew that he had—this was exactly how Billy wanted it.
Nick’s third orgasm of the day hit him like a freight train.
He pushed his cock balls deep, his knot expanding dangerously behind Billy’s teeth, and shot three spurts of cum directly into Billy’s gut before pulling out and spraying the rest of his load all over Billy’s face, hair and the back of his neck.
Pulling out so far into his orgasm was painful—Billy’s teeth scraping over his knot on the way out—but worth it.
“Fuck!” Nick growled, working the head of his cock and squeezing his knot as he milked himself dry of every drop. He crouched down, breathless and smiling, and kissed Billy on the mouth, diving into his mouth with his tongue and showing him just how happy he was.
Billy kissed him back hungrily, his lips and tongue tasting like Nick’s release.
“Do you want to cum?” Nick asked, pulling back and cradling Billy’s face between his hands, using his thumbs to lazily push wet globs of cum into his mouth. Billy clenched his lips together, eyes wide and pleading, and Nick laughed. “Go ahead, you can talk. You’ve been a very good boy for me.”
“How does the plug work?” Billy blurted out, the words rushed and urgent. It was not what Nick was expecting to hear. He let go of Billy’s face and leaned back, putting his weight on his heels rather than his toes.
“What?” he asked, face scrunched up in confusion. He studied the elf in front of him. Billy made for quite a sight, locked in the stocks and drenched in cum, and it suddenly occurred to Nick that he hadn’t turned off the plug in Billy’s ass.
He willed the plug off, but there was no discernable change in Billy’s expression.
“The plug!” Billy said, impatient and eager. “How does it work? How can it run on magic and not explode?”
Nick licked his lips, wondering what was going on. It was like Billy didn’t even care that Nick had been dishing out some of his best domination and using him like his own personal pocket pussy.
“Why do you…? What are you talking about?” Nick was confused. Billy tugged on his trapped wrists, impatient, like Nick was testing his patience.
“You told the Krampus that the plug usually runs on batteries, but you power it with magic. How do you do that?”
Billy stared at him without a hint of submission, demanding an answer. It was like he didn’t even care that he was bent over and locked in the stocks, his face and hair drenched in cum.
Nick stood up and released the mechanism holding the top beam down over Billy’s wrists and neck, lifting the beam up and helping Billy stand. Having Billy locked up was no fun if he wasn’t going to act the part.
Billy shot to his feet and rounded on Nick, but he was unsteady and stumbled, and Nick had to rush to catch him and prevent him from falling on his ass.
“Hey, take it easy,” he said, holding Billy up with a grip under his arms. He curled his hand down under Billy’s ass and lifted him up, one hand over his back holding him in place against his body.
He carried the elf out of the playroom and to the bedroom, setting him down on the end of the bed and standing back feeling awkward.
“You want to know about the plug?” he asked, making sure he understood. Billy let out a noise of impatience.
“Yes! I’ve been trying to channel magic into my machine for years, but it always blows up! If you can make the plug run on magic, maybe I could make my machine work the same way!”