And then it didn’t. One second Billy was imagining Bop and Pop doing something awful with a candy cane and pot of honey, and the next he was picturing Nick standing over him, cock jutting out of his ridiculous suit, demanding to have his boots licked.
Fuck it. Even when he was just inside Billy’s head, Nick was a pushy bastard. Billy did his best to imagine something gross, but no matter what he thought of, a second later Nick was there in the front of his mind, demanding to be seen and heard andworshiped.
Billy knew without a doubt that he wasn’t going to last. He was going to shoot his load, and then Nick was going to give him thatlook—all smug and cocky—and then Billy was going to be punished.
He shuddered at the thought of it—at all the possible ways Nick could punish him.
Maybe the alpha would put him over his knee and spank him?Billy imagined lying on Nick’s rock hard thighs, his ass in the air, Nick’s broad palm coming down on his ass over and over, spanking him hard, each blow grinding Billy’s cock into Nick’s rock hard thigh.
Breath hitching, Billy forced himself to stop imagining it. It was just too good. He was right on the edge of coming, and the mental image of Nick’s huge hand, the leather glove sitting tight, pulled taut over his knuckles as he lifted his muscular arm in the air…fuck! Billy was doing it again.
Billy heard the noise before he felt it. A low buzzing sound, strange and abrupt, followed by the plug in his ass coming alive. Billy jumped, banging his head into the metal bars of the cage, a groan of arousal leaving his body like a whimper.
The plug was moving andvibrating, pushing down on his prostate with a rolling motion that was unlike anything he’d ever felt. The relentless stimulation, hard, fast and unforgiving, had Billy shaking like a leaf as his cock spewed pre-cum like a faucet.
Even though he knew it was coming, the orgasm took Billy by surprise. It started low in his gut, intense and urgent, and it seemed almost as though his load was being pushed out from the inside. He came hard, but not fast. Billy spilled his release in slow, intense spurts that had the come dribbling down his cock and smearing the skin on his inner thighs. His whole body shook, and he was gasping for air as the plugjust. kept. going.
Billy grabbed a hold of the bars and held on for dear life as the orgasm rolled through him. He saw stars, all while the plug worked his prostate and milked him of every drop.
By the time it stopped, Billy was slick with sweat and out of breath. The plug was still huge and pressing inside of him, but as the last drops of his release spilled from his cock, it hadfinally stopped.
Holy fuck. Billy laughed. He’d never known you could have an orgasm like that—like it was ripped out of your balls against your will—and he wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat the experience any time soon.
He was exhausted.
The sounds of heavy boots on hardwood jerked Billy out of his post-orgasmic haze. He watched the door with wide eyes, still panting, his whole body startling when the playroom door pushed open.
The first thing Billy saw was Nick. The alpha walked into the room with a huge smile on his face, looking incredibly proud and happy, the bulge in his suit displaying his cock and its hardness magnificently. Billy could see every ridge and vein on the enormous member, and he felt himself drooling at the mere sight of it.
The rest of Nick was the same as always. His suit clung to his impressive muscles, while his leather gloves and shiny black boots made him look both ridiculous and hot beyond measure. He wasn’t wearing his Santa’s hat, but judging by his matted down hair he had only just taken it off.
Nick walked into the room and held the door open, and Billy felt his gut clench in nervous apprehension. A second alpha walked into the room, and Billy knew right away without a shadow of a doubt that this was the new Krampus.
He was tall, though not as tall as Nick, and broad across the shoulders in the way only alphas could be. He had a powerful chest and a trim waist, and his arms and legs were thick with muscle.
Billy could see where Nick got the inspiration for the newdesign of his suit. Damon wore a bodysuit made from supple black leather that clung to his body, showing his muscles and ample package off to their very best advantage, and he wore knee-high boots and leather gloves.
Billy stared at the new alpha’s gloves. The knuckles were lined with blunt metal studs, shiny and bright against the black leather, and Billy wondered if the Krampus ever used his fists in ways that the studs made themselves felt.
“So this is him?” the new Krampus said, walking past Nick and into the room. He had blond hair and pale grey eyes, and his smile was cruel and self-satisfied.
Nick walked up to the other alpha, standing next to him, and clapped him on the shoulder. They looked very chummy-chummy.
“This is him. Pretty, isn’t he?” Nick walked right up the front of the cage and crouched down, looking at Billy with a smile that wasn’t at all reassuring. Damon crouched down next to him.
“He’s cute, all right,” the new alpha said. “This his first time in the cage?”
“It is. Though it looks like he’s enjoyed himself a little too much…” Nick frowned, looking between Billy’s legs and then back up to his face.
“Did you touch your little cock without permission?” Damon asked, his voice hard and smooth. There was an edge to his voice, like he already knew the answer to the question and was only asking to let Billy dig himself deeper.
Billy didn’t say anything, eyes shifting to Nick and wondering how he was supposed to play this.
“Answer him!” Nick barked. Billy flinched, though his spent cock gave a twitch of interest.
He shouldn’t, but being spoken to like that—in anger and with the promise of violence—made his belly feel warm and tingly in a way that defied explanation.
“I … uh, no sir.” Billy hadn’t touched his cock. He had cum, but he hadn’t touched himself. Not even when it felt like keeping his hands to himself was worse than torture.
