Nick turned away from Damon’s smug face, only to see Pat dithering at the end of the hall looking like he wanted to approach but was too nervous to do so. Nick impatiently waved him over. He liked the elves being nervous because ofhim, but fuck it if he’d let them be cowed by another alpha.
Pat rushed over.
“Sir! The magic is working again!” Pat sounded excited even as his eyes shifted nervously over to Damon. Nick stepped forward so that he was between Damon and the elf, and Pat visibly relaxed. Nick liked that Pat saw him as a protector—his inner alpha preening—but he hated the implication that he wasn’t perfectly capable of protecting everyone and everything in his territory. He clapped a hand down on Pat’s shoulder, making the little elf’s eyes go wide.
“Good. I was just about to call you, actually,” he said. He squeezed Pat’s shoulder. “Do you think you could get everyone back to work before dinner? I know that I said everyone could have the day off, but…” Nick trailed off at the guilty look on Pat’s face.
“What?” he asked, frowning.
“Oh, well… It’s just that everyone is already back to work,” Pat said. “We felt it when the magic came back into the castle, and with the rush to get done before Christmas… Everyone just started working right away. I hope it’s okay.”
Nick grinned and released Pat’s shoulder. “It’s good. I like hard workers who show initiative. I’m very pleased.”
Pat sagged in relief. “Thank you, sir,” he said. He then took acautious step back—like he was worried Nick would grab him again.
“Was there anything else?” Nick asked. Pat shook his head and looked back the way he came.
“No, sir. I’ll get back to the workshop, unless you need anything else?”
Nick shook his head and shooed Pat off. The little elf practically ran back the way he came, and Nick had to resist the urge to chase and pounce. A glance at Damon showed that he was fighting the exact same impulse.
“Eager little thing,” Damon said, watching Pat run. He turned to Nick. “Are they all that twitchy?”
Nick grinned, flashing his teeth at just hownotlike Pat some of his little elves were—one in particular.
“Not all of them. There’s one I’ve been playing with since the day I got here. He’s a newbie, but the way he responds to domination isbeautiful. I’ve got him locked up in my playroom at the moment. Do you want to see?”
Damon licked his lips and mirrored Nick’s grin. “A kinky elf? In Santa’s castle? Now that I’ve got to see.”
Nick clapped Damon on the back, his cock swelling in anticipation of showing Billy off, and led him toward his quarters.
This was going to be fun.
Billy couldn’t get comfortable. The plug in his ass pushed down on his prostate, sparks of oversensitive pleasure shooting uphis spine every time he moved, and the cramped quarters of the cage made finding a comfortable positionimpossible.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. Billy would have gladly endured the discomfort of his cramped limbs and the brutal plug if he were only allowed tojerk off. His cock was killing him. It throbbed, angry and hard between his thighs, demanding to be touched and stroked.
It wastorture.
“Fuck!” Billy ground out. The grumbled word was a pale imitation of the scream of frustration he wanted to let out. Clenching and unclenching his fists, leaning against the side of the cage while he pulled his knees up to his chest, Billy bowed his head and closed his eyes.
This wasnotfun.
Counting his breaths, focusing on breathing in and out, Billy tried to convince himself that he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he felt.
It was a losing battle. Hewasuncomfortable, and that was exactly how Nick wanted him. Uncomfortable, horny and frustrated. The thought sent a shiver of arousal down his spine.
That Nick was getting off on his suffering shouldn’t have been so incredibly, mind-numbingly hot, but it was. Billy loved the thought of Nick walking around with his meaty cock bulging through his suit, groping himself and feeling good every time he thought about Billy back in the cage.
Reaching down and groping his inner thighs, Billy pressed his fingertips into the sensitive flesh and moaned in pleasure. Imagining that the fingers were not his own, but Nick’s massive gloved hands, he almost shot his load.
Was he allowed to cum without touching his cock? In his haze of aroused frustration, Billy couldn’t remember if the prohibition was against touching his cock, or coming.
Thinking back, gritting his teeth, Billy was pretty sure that Nick had said no coming in the cage. It wouldn’t matter if he hadn’t touched himself, Nick would still punish him.
The thought of Nick punishing him made his cock spasm, and Billy could feel the orgasm building in his groin. Taking deep, shuddering breath, Billy tried to think unsexy thoughts.
Bop and Pop having sex. Billy tried to imagine it, tried to picture everything he’d always preferred not to think about when they snuck off together, and for a few seconds it worked.
