“No? Then how do you explain the mess you’ve made?” Damon tilted his head to the side, his lip curling up in a sneer.
“I… the plug, I didn’t touch myself. I just… came.”
Damon laughed. “Fucking hell, Nick. Did you hear that? Your dirty little slut came without even touching himself. You lucky son of a bitch.” Damon reached down and grabbed his bulge, groping himself. “Now how are you going to punish him?”
Billy shrank back. There was something in Damon’s eyes, something mean, that he’d never seen when looking at Nick.
It scared him.
“I think a spanking is in order,” Nick said, and Billy felt his balls pull up tight in joy. It was exactly what he’d imagined. What he’dwanted.
“That’s it?” Damon asked, standing up and licking his lips. “You don’t think you should make it a little challenging for him?” He crossed his arms and gave Billy a look like he was trying to figure out how to take him apart. Then he grinned. “I think you should take the little bitch out of the cage, blindfold him, gag him, and then whip his bad little cock until it’s learned its lesson.” The words were accompanied by a cruel smile.
Billy shuddered. Being spanked sounded fun, but having his cock whipped just sounded awful. Being blindfolded and gagged, on the other hand… that could be an interesting experience. As long as Damon wasn’t there to see it happen.
Nick laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think Billy here is quite up to the challenge of cock and ball torture, though Idolike the idea of the gag and blindfold. Why don’t you go find some in the drawer over there?” Nick pointed to the dresser by the wall. He then pulled the key out from the pouch in his belt and unlocked the cage, reaching inside and grabbing Billy’s foot, pulling him out with a rough tug.
“Come on, get on your knees with your hands behind your head.” Nick rose to his full height and towered over Billy. Feeling shaky, Billy did as he was told.
“Here,” Damon said, coming to stand next to Nick. He was holding a padded leather blindfold and a scary looking gag that looked like a short penis. Nick took the gag and grinned, fondling the phallic attachment he was planning on shoving in Billy’s mouth.
“One second,” Nick said, walking to the dresser with long, hurried steps. He rummaged around and pulled out a little ball, coming back to stand right in front of Billy. He was standing so close that all Billy had to do was lean in and he would be nosing into the alpha’s crotch.
“This is your safety ball. If you drop it, everything stops. Do you understand?” Nick thrust the ball into Billy’s hand. Billy clenched the ball tight, his hands in place behind his head, the textured rubber surface of the ball meaning that he wouldn’t let it slip by accident.
“Yes, sir,” he said, feeling relieved. Damon might be scary, but Nick was looking out for him. Billy had no doubt that if he dropped the ball, Nick would stop playing the gruff alpha dom and go back to being nice.
“Good.” Nick grinned and clapped Billy’s cheek roughly, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into his bulge. Billynearly lost his balance, but Nick held him in place with a painful hold on his hair. “You like that, don’t you? Breathing in the scent of my balls like it’s a drug. God, you’re a horny little slut. Come on, show me how much you like it.” Nick gave Billy’s head a rough shake, making him cry out, his voice muffled by the ample bulge pressing into his face. “Mouth on my bulge like the dirty little whore you are.”
Billy moaned and licked at Nick’s bulge with his tongue, the hard length throbbing under the suit, his chin squished into Nick’s bull balls. His own cock was hard as a rock, the plug in his ass a heavy thing that made his prostate feel like it was under assault.
Abruptly, Nick pushed him away. Billy landed in a heap on his ass, staring up at Nick with a surprised expression. The alpha grinned at him, taking the gag out of Damon’s hands and bending with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Let’s get that mouth plugged,” he said. Before Billy knew what had happened, Nick had pressed the stubby penis gag into his mouth and pulled the buckle tight behind his head. The gag pushed toward the back of Billy’s throat, much thicker than he’d first thought, though not far enough to trigger his gag reflex.
Billy stared up at Nick and Damon, his lips stretched tight around the fat base of the gag, his heart hammering as Nick took the blindfold from Damon and leaned down to put it on.
Squeezing down on the ball in his hand, Billy reminded himself that if it became too much, he had a way out.
“Feeling helpless?” Nick asked, holding the blindfold an inch away from Billy’s eyes, but not putting it on quite yet. Billy nodded, his cock giving a throb of pleasure. He did feel helpless. Helpless and small and utterly at the big alpha’smercy.
It was fantastic.
“Good,” Nick said, his voice a low, pleased rumble. He pushed the blindfold against Billy’s eyes; the padded leather molding to his face and making the world go utterly dark, and fastened it behind his head.
Billy inhaled deeply through his nose, straining his ears for any sound that might give him a clue as to what would happen next. The sound of boots and the creak of leather told him that Damon was moving, but Nick was still bent down next to him, the sound of his breath calm and even.
Without warning, Nick reached out and grabbed Billy under the arms and hoisted him into the air.
“What do you think, should I bend him over the bench or put him in the stocks?” Nick asked Damon, holding Billy in the air like it was nothing, his feet dangling off the ground.
“Stocks,” Damon answered, not even having to think about it. Nick laughed, sounding pleased, and carried Billy across the room where he put him down and spun him around. Billy gasped as Nick pulled him back against his chest, throwing a muscular arm down over his shoulder and across his chest, pinning him.
“Do you like that, slut?” Nick growled, reaching down with his other hand and finding Billy’s nipple. He twisted the sensitive nub brutally, pulling it down and making Billy cry out in pain.
“He asked you a fucking question, slut!” Damon growled, right in Billy’s face, grabbing his chin and squeezing down with a gloved fist. The grip hurt, pressing in on his cheeks hard enough to bruise.
Billy froze. He hadn’t heard Damon moving closer, and thoughthere was a part of him that loved being sandwiched by two growling alphas, Nick had promised that Damon wouldn’t touch him. The ball in Billy’s hand felt heavy, and he was considering dropping it when Nick intervened.
