Part IV - Happy Endings #8
“Of course they are,” Nick said, laughing. He rubbed his knuckles against Billy’s cheek. Billy leaned into the touch, loving just how big Nick’s hand was. His fist was the size of Billy’s face.
“But just for the boring toys. You know, the phones and game consoles and all those things. That way everyone gets more time to make the fun stuff. Pat said the elders were really excited!”
Nick laughed merrily and curled his arm around Billy’s neck, pulling him down to his chest and kissing the top of his head. Once he’d lifted his lips, Nick didn’t let him go. Trapped against Nick’s powerful pecs, Billy felt his trapped cock push against the confines of his cage.
Whining, he wished that Christmas Day would just get here already so that he could finally cum!
“You did a really good job building your machine. Of course the elders are happy with you. I’m happy with you too. You’re a very good boy.”
Billy shuddered. Nick was using that tone of voice—the one where his voice got low and growly—and it was going straight to Billy’s trapped cock. The headlock wasn’t doing his frustrated cock any favors either.
Billy was still surprised by how much he liked to be dominated and used by Nick. It seemed like the rougher Nick was the more Billy liked it.
“Thanks,” Billy said. He didn’t try to get away, but after a few minutes Nick released him.
Billy felt his gut clench in arousal when Nick spread his booted feet and reached down to grope his cock.
The alpha didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to—the subtle tilt of his head was the only instructions Billy needed.
He sank off the couch to his knees and crawled into the V of Nick’s thighs, grasping the alpha’s muscular legs and leaning in to nuzzle at his cock.
The smell hit him hard, and Billy cursed the cage holding his cock captive. Nick let out a rumbling laugh, like he knew exactly how much Billy was suffering and was enjoying it immensely.
“Two more days and you get to cum,” Nick said, rubbing Billy’s scalp with the tips of his fingers. “If you keep on being a good boy.”
Moaning, mouthing on Nick’s cock and working it through his suit like an expert, Billy prepared to show Nick exactly what a good boy he could be.
Nick wasn’t going to know what hit him.
It was Christmas Eve, and Nick and Billy were having an early dinner in Nick’s apartment.
“So…” Nick said, arching his brow and looking devious. “Are you ready to head into the living room and open your present?”
Billy swallowed and nodded. “Sure,” he said, his voice coming out hoarse.
There were butterflies in his stomach—both at the thought of Nick opening his present, and at the thought of what Nick might have gotten him.
Judging from the alpha’s look and the way he groped his cock, Billy guessed it was something sexual.
He couldn’t wait.
“Let’s go then,” Nick said, rising from his chair and waiting for Billy to do the same. Billy shuddered when Nick put a hand on the back of his neck as they walked into the living room, the grip controlling and firm.
“Do you want to go first?” Nick asked as he sat down on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his shiny boots. He made no move to collect his present and hand it to Billy.
“Okay,” Billy said, his cock pushing against the cage Nick would be taking off in the morning. “Should I just…?” He nodded toward the present.
“Bring it over here and sit next to me, then you can open it.” Nick licked his lips and grinned, one arm stretched over the back of the couch where Billy was supposed to sit, his hand resting on his bulge.
Billy watched as Nick circled his thumb over the head of his cock, and it wasn’t until Nick cleared his throat that he realized he’d been staring.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, blushing. He rushed to collect his present and sat down next to Nick. The alpha had wrapped his present in shiny black wrapping paper, a crimson ribbon holding the paper in place. It didn’t look very Christmasy, but it was very Nick.
Billy untied the ribbon and folded the paper away, revealing a black box. He placed the box on his lap and lifted the lid, bending his neck to look inside. Nick moved his arm so that his hand came down on Billy’s chest, pinning him to the couch.
“What is it?” Billy asked. Inside the box there was a velvet pillow, and on the pillow were a series of long metal rods. They ranged in size from the width of half a pencil, to one that was at least half an inch thick.
“They’re sounding rods,” Nick said, speaking into Billy’s ear. He was holding Billy pinned against his side and the couch, his voice dark with pleasure, but Billy still had no idea what his present was for. Nick laughed, low and amused.
“I’ll use them to fuck your cock,” he said, and Billy felt himself freeze. He must have misheard that. Nick couldn’t possibly mean to put the rods into his penis… could he?
“What?” he asked, turning his head and looking at Nick. The alpha was grinning wide, showing far too many teeth, and Billy felt like a lamb staring down a wolf.
“I’m going to tie you up, immobilizing you completely, and then I’m going to lube up the smallest rod and insert it into your cock until it reaches your prostate. You’re going to cum harder than you’ve ever come in your whole life.”
Billy shuddered, staring at the gleaming rods with a mix of horror and curiosity, wondering if Nick was playing a trick on him. Another look at Nick’s excited face assured him that wasn’t the case.
“Don’t worry. We’ll work our way up to it,” Nick said, taking the lid and putting it back on the box. He lifted the whole thing off Billy’s lap and put the box next to him on the other side of the couch.
“How about you give me my present?” Nick asked after a few seconds, Billy still feeling off balance at the prospect of having his cock fucked. He took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded.
“Okay.” Billy slid off the couch and walked over to the tree, picking up his present for Nick. He carried it over to the couch, feeling very self-conscious.
“Merry Christmas,” he said, handing the present to Nick. He didn’t sit back down, watching Nick with worry gnawing at his gut. He’d be so disappointed if Nick didn’t like what he’d made him.
Nick took the box and sat up, spreading his legs.
Billy shifted from foot to foot, watching the space between Nick’s legs with naked longing, before giving in to his instincts and falling to his knees.
He crawled into the space between Nick’s thighs, the alpha looking surprised and pleased at the subservient action.
“Good boy,” Nick said, his voice warm with approval, running Billy’s hair. Warmth spread through Billy’s chest and into his gut, hot and delicious, at the praise. “Now let’s see what you got me.”
Nick ripped off the wrapping paper, showing none of the care Billy had for his present, and picked the lid off the box inside. He stared, licking his lips as his pupils expanded.
“Is this…?” Nick reached into the box and pulled out his present. It was a suit, made from supple leather, dyed a shade of crimson so dark that it was almost black. Billy had checked Santa’s Handbook carefully before making it, and the color was allowed.
He’d modeled the suit on the one Nick’s friend Damon—the new Krampus—had worn on his visit.
The leather was sturdy but supple, and it was made to Nick’s exact measurements.
Along with the new suit Billy had made Nick a new pair of boots, leather gloves, and a codpiece that snapped onto the front of the suit for easy access to his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Nick said, taking off his gloves and lifting the suit up. He traced his fingers over the supple leather, looking down at Nick with an incredulous expression. “This is amazing. I’m allowed to wear this, as Santa I mean?”
Billy nodded.
“This is the best present ever!” Nick grinned. He swung his leg around Billy’s body and jumped up, stripping naked in record time and pulling on the new suit so fast that he almost tipped over.
“This is tight!” he said, sounding thrilled as he pulled the suit up over his thighs and reached into the sleeves.
The leather stretched tight over his biceps and shoulders, and Nick had to struggle to get the zipper up over his chest. The zipper reached from the top of his crotch all the way to his neck; leaving his cock hanging out, ready to be stuffed into the sizable codpiece.
Nick snapped the bottom of the codpiece in place under his cock, arranging his half hard shaft and heavy balls inside the leather pouch before closing it all the way. Stretching, rolling his shoulders, the alpha looked down his body with a look of intense satisfaction on his face.
“Hand me my boots,” he demanded, and Billy gave a jolt of surprise. He grabbed the new boots and carried them over to Nick, handing them out, but Nick just lifted his foot and gave Billy a look.
Blushing, Billy sank to his knees and threaded the boot over Nick’s foot. Nick’s foot was huge, easily twice the length and breadth of his own, and Billy had to wipe his mouth to keep from drooling at the sight of it.
“And the other one,” Nick demanded, reaching for his new gloves and pulling them on as Billy helped him into the second boot. Once he was done, Billy stayed on his knees, looking up at the alpha.
Nick looked down at him, grinning, and stroked his thumb across Billy’s mouth.
“Stay there,” he ordered, pushing his thumb into Billy’s mouth. “I want to get a look at myself in the mirror.”
Billy took a deep breath as Nick rounded on his heel and raced out of the room, presumably to admire himself in the mirror, hoping that Nick would still be happy after he saw himself.
He had to be. He looked fucking fantastic. The suit was as much a gift to himself as it was a gift to Nick. After all, Billy was the one who got to see him wear it.
Nick came back a few minutes later, beaming, his stride wide and hurried as he made his way toward Billy and scooped him up off the floor and swung him around in the air.
Crying out in surprise, Billy clutched Nick’s arms and held on for dear life. Nick laughed and let Billy back down to his feet, sitting down on the couch and pulling Billy with him. Billy landed in the alpha’s lap with an oomph, Nick’s big hand coming around his waist and holding him in place.
“This suit is amazing,” Nick said, reaching down and undoing Billy’s pants and pushing them down around his thighs. Billy gasped as Nick unlocked the cage and freed his cock, his member filling with blood for the first time since the night he’d found out about the plug.
Getting hard felt amazing. Billy couldn’t ever remember an erection ever feeling this good.
“I wasn’t going to take the cage off until tomorrow, but you deserve a reward. Now get up and bend over.”
Billy gave a startled cry of surprise as Nick pushed him to his feet, kicking his legs apart and bending him over at the waist.
“I’m going to fuck you and see how many times I can make you cum while you’re taking my knot.”
Billy gasped, his cock throbbing in pleasure, angry and hard and leaking, as Nick spit on his hole and fucked into him with his index finger.
Nick opened him up roughly, giving him just enough prep to take his cock, before fucking into him with a series of hard, brutal thrusts that pushed the air right out of his lungs.
“Fuck! This is the best Christmas ever,” Nick growled, slamming his hips into Billy’s ass, fucking him hard enough to make him see stars. Billy was clutching his ankles, and if it hadn’t been for Nick’s grip on his hips he would have toppled right over.
Finally, after pounding Billy’s hole for ten minutes, Nick shot his load and buried himself balls deep. Billy could feel the alpha’s knot expanding inside of him, huge and unforgiving, the feeling of being filled and pumped full of cum amazing.
“Come on, sit on Santa’s lap,” Nick grunted, falling back into the couch and arranging Billy so that he was sitting with his back against Nick’s chest, the alpha’s arms wrapped around his chest and his knot stuck in his hole. “That’s nice.”
Billy laughed. His cock was rock hard, right on the verge of coming, and when Nick wrapped his hand around his shaft he couldn’t hold it together another second. He came with a grunt of surprise, his cock shooting his load with such force that it hit him in the face.
Nick laughed and kept on jerking him off with rough, hard strokes, milking his cock until his balls were dry.
“Fuck!” Billy exclaimed, panting and exhausted. Nick let out a rumbling laugh and wiped away the streaks of come that had hit his face, feeding them into his mouth. Billy sucked on Nick’s gloved fingers, loving how big they were and how good they felt on his tongue.
“You ready for round two?” Nick asked, reaching down and taking a hold of Billy’s cock again. Closing his eyes, abs clenching in pleasure, Billy knew that there was only one answer to Nick’s question.
He nodded.
“Good boy,” Nick rumbled, stroking his thumb over the head of Billy’s spent and sensitive cock. Billy shuddered, the pleasure/pain overwhelming, knowing that there was nothing he could do but hang on and enjoy the ride.
It looked like it was going to be a good one.