Epilogue
“So… are you wearing it?”
Nick looked up to see Tulip staring at him with a devious smile on her face. He looked at Pat who shrugged, clearly wanting no part of whatever Tulip was up to. They were eating lunch, sitting together like they always did, taking a break from their after Christmas toy evaluations.
“Wearing what?” Billy asked, squirming. He hoped Tulip wasn’t referring to what he thought she was referring to. He’d been hoping she’d forgotten about that particular item.
“The chastity device.” Tulip’s voice was matter of fact, but the look in her eyes was pure glee. Pat sputtered and put his spoon down, shooting Tulip a frustrated look.
“Really?” Pat asked, sounding very put out. “When I’m eating?”
Tulip just grinned and shrugged. “I’m curious. Billy here has been a little short tempered today, and I was just wondering if Nick had locked his penis up again. It’s not my fault Billy gets cranky when he’s not allowed to cum.”
“Tulip!” Pat growled, red in the face. Billy was almost offended at the other elf’s distress.
“Yes?” Tulip asked, acting oblivious.
“Stop this!” Pat insisted. “Billy isn’t wearing a chastity device, and even if he were, I don’t want to know about it!”
“I’m sorry,” Tulip said, doing her best impression of a remorseful puppy. Then she turned to Billy. “So? Are you?”
Pat let out a whine like a wounded animal and Billy shook his head.
He was lying.
Tulip’s eyes narrowed, her mouth pursed, but she didn’t say anything. Billy squirmed, shifting in his seat, more aware of his cock than he’d ever been in his life.
“Okay, fine. I am. Are you happy now?” he growled, crossing his arms. Pat put his fingers in his ears and closed his eyes.
“Very.” Tulip smiled and resumed eating, and Billy sighed. He’d been sure that today would be the day that Tulip didn’t remind him of his naked jaunt from Nick’s apartment to the experimentation room, but he should have known better.
At least this time she hadn’t programmed his machine to make cock-cages all night. Waking up and finding the floor next to the machine piled high with shiny chastity devices was not Billy’s idea of a good time—especially when all of them were too big to fit him.
“Do you really not mind?” Pat blurted out, surprising both Tulip and Billy.
“What?” Billy asked, confused. Pat gestured wildly.
“That thing! How can you wear it? Is he forcing you?” the older elf sounded genuinely upset.
Billy shook his head. “He isn’t forcing me. If I don’t want to do something, I can use my safety word and it all stops. And I wear it because I like it. I can’t explain it. Letting Nick decide when I can… you know… it just does it for me.”
“But why?” Pat asked, looking like the question was literally causing him pain.
“I don’t know. It feels good.” Billy shrugged, unable to explain it further. If Pat ever caught wind of some of the crazier things Nick had introduced him to—like the fucking sounding rods—he’d probably keel over from shock.
“But—"
Pat didn’t get to finish his question. Tulip held up her hand and gave him a stern look.
“He likes it for the same reason you like wearing socks and a Santa’s hat when you have sex. It makes him feel good. Now, stop making him think about this. He’s got a good thing going with Nick and I don’t want you making him mess it up by thinking about it.”
Billy snorted. Tulip was a funny one. It was okay for her to tease him mercilessly about his sex life, but she was strangely protective of him when others tried to follow her lead.
Pat sulked. “I don’t like wearing socks and…” he trailed off at the look Tulip gave him, blushing.
“Don’t worry,” Billy said, suppressing a smile. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“I will!” Bop called out from the table behind them, and Pat groaned.
“Oops,” Tulip said, shrugging. If Pat’s fetish for socks and Santa hats had been a secret, it was now officially out in the open.
Billy resumed eating, Pat following his lead with a resigned look on his face. The older elf sent a glare in Tulip’s direction, but he wasn’t able to hold on to his anger. By the time his bowl was empty he was back to his usual, somber self.
Billy finished his own bowl of porridge, eager to get back to work. The sooner he did, the sooner he’d finish and be able to head back to Nick’s apartment.
It had been two days since Nick put him in the cage—the first time since it came off on Christmas day—and he was looking forward to his orgasm with a vengeance.
There was nothing like standing in Nick’s playroom, naked and at the alpha’s mercy, wondering what was going to happen next. Just the thought of it made Billy shudder.
“What are you thinking about?” Tulip asked, coming up beside him and bumping his shoulder. Billy couldn’t help the blush that spread up his throat.
Tulip cackled and Billy hid his face in his elbow, laughing into his arm.
“What’s so funny?”
Billy and Tulip both jumped, Nick’s voice coming from behind them catching them both by surprise. Billy turned away and grinned at the sight of his dominant lover looking muscular and imposing in his leather suit.
“Nothing,” Billy said, blushing.
“Not a thing,” Tulip concurred. “Life is just funny sometimes, you know?”
Nick nodded, dubious, giving Tulip a look like he was trying to figure her out. Tulip met his look head on, smiling serenely like she was the most innocent elf in the castle. Nick snorted and looked away first.
“I wanted to know what time you’d be finished working?” Nick said, his attention on Billy. He smiled, looking every inch the predator, and Billy felt his trapped cock respond with a frustrated attempt to get hard. Nick noticed his discomfort and grinned wider.
“In a few hours. Why?” Billy wondered what Nick was planning now.
“No reason,” Nick said, smiling like the cat that ate the canary—or that was planning to. “I just had an idea and I was wondering if I had enough time to set up. I’ll see you when you’re off.”
With that Nick turned around and walked off toward his rooms, leaving Billy and Tulip to stare after him.
“Any idea what he’s got planned?” Tulip asked, watching Nick’s ass as he walked away.
“Nope,” Billy said, feeling happy. “Though I can’t wait to find out.”