Closing his eyes, feeling light and happy, Billy waited patiently for Nick to come and free him.
“You’re a selfish asshole,” Damon said for the second time as he mounted his black stallion, looking down at Nick with a grin. “I’ve never seen someone so ready to be taken in hand and trained to heel. You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”
Nick smirked, looking up at Damon and feeling smug. The other alpha might have the job he’d wanted, but at this point Nick could honestly say that he didn’t mind.
“Stop complaining. You’ve got a whole mountain teeming with submissive elves just waiting for you to fuck them.”
Damon grinned and gave his crotch a lascivious grope, lickinghis lips. “Sure, and I love it, but none of them have that air of innocence that your boy does. There’s no corrupting them. They all know exactly what they’re in for.”
Nick nodded. That was what he liked about Billy. The elf was eager for Nick to dominate him and teach him how to submit, but he had no clue just how far Nick intended to go with him. If he did, he’d run screaming for the hills. Nick would take things slow, and by the time he’d worked his way up to cock and ball torture, fisting and mummification bondage, Billy would be gagging for it.
“Well, thanks again for helping me out. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” Nick said, clapping Damon’s horse on the flank. The magnificent stallion shifted his feet, clearly eager to get going. Damon quieted him with a firm hand on his neck.
“I will. And if you ever feel like taking a break from all the nice, stop by the mountain. I’ve got a few little pain-sluts I know would love to be worked over by Santa.”
Nick laughed and thanked Damon for the offer, even though he knew he’d never take him up on it. The mountain was Damon’s territory, and he would only go if he were needed and specifically invited—and even then it would be uncomfortable to set foot on another alpha’s territory.
Watching Damon ride off on his black stallion, stark against the white snow blanketing the ground, Nick wondered what had made the council give the Krampus job to Damon ahead of Nick. The other alpha wasn’t much of a sadist—at least not compared to Nick—and Nick couldn’t figure out what made him suitable for the job when he wasn’t.
He put the question out of his mind. Dwelling on why the council did what they did wouldn’t get him anywhere. He’dbeen made the new Santa, and it was a role he’d inhabit for a long time to come. The best thing he could do was to get used to it.
Heading back into the castle, the halls deserted now that everyone was busy in the workshop, Nick made his way back to his quarters. The walls thrummed with magic, warm and pleasant, and Nick congratulated himself on a job well done. The elves might have lost the morning and some of the afternoon, but if they worked into the evening they should be back on track by morning.
The thought of how badly things could have gone—if he hadn’t had help or if the magic wouldn’t let itself be drained—made him shudder with mortification. Having to go to the council for help in his very first month as Santa would have been humiliating, and he was glad to be spared the embarrassment.
Reaching his rooms, Nick made his way to the playroom. He walked fast, his balls pulling up tight in anticipation. He was impressed with Billy, pleased and proud that the safety ball was still clutched tight in his hand, despite how uncomfortable he must be.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, barging into the room and walking across the floor until he was staring down at Billy’s trapped head. His boots were loud on the hardwood floor, and his cock bulged against the confines of his suit. He reached down and rubbed Billy’s ear between his thumb and forefinger, making Billy shudder.
He’d already cum twice since that morning, but his cock and balls were raring for another go. This time he wanted Billy’s mouth.
Crouching down, Nick brushed a hand through Billy’s hair, yanking his head up so that the little elf was forced to stareinto his eyes. Billy looked desperate, eyes wide and pleading, his pupils blown wide open.
“Mphm!” Billy tried to speak, the sound urgent and utterly unintelligible. Nick grinned. Billy must be feeling pretty desperate with his cock locked up. Chastity could be a shock if you weren’t accustomed to the feeling, and from the looks of it Billy wasn’t dealing with it all that well.
“You shouldn’t have cum, Billy,” Nick said, activating the plug in Billy’s ass—just because he could. “It cost you four days worth of orgasms. Do you have any idea how much I could have made you cum in that time?”
Nick leaned in and kissed Billy’s cheek, pushing out his tongue and lapping dragging it up over his eye, the taste of his own release blooming on his tongue.
Billy made another frustrated and incomprehensible sound.
“Fuck, you’re desperate for it,” Nick breathed out, awed. He grabbed Billy’s head between his hands and kissed him over his gag, licking up over his nose and over his eyes. His cock was rock hard, and he couldn’t wait to shove it down Billy’s throat.
Rising, pushing his bulge into Billy’s face and grinding into him, Nick reached up and grabbed his nipples, rolling the sensitive nubs between his fingers through his suit. Little shocks of pleasure raced down his spine, jolting his cock and making it throb.
Fuck he was horny.
It occurred to Nick that Billy might want to go back to work with the other elves now that the magic was in order, but he quickly put that thought out of his mind. He might have given the other elves permission to start working early, but he fullyintended to keep Billy to himself until after dinner.
“I’m going to take the gag out, but you’re not allowed to talk. I want that hot little mouth open and ready to take my cock. Do you understand?”
Nick waited until Billy nodded, the movement reluctant, before reaching behind Billy’s head and unbuckling his gag. He pulled the stump little penis attachment out of Billy’s mouth, the stubby length dripping with spit, watching as Billy worked his mouth and grimaced. The gag was wide, and it must have been very uncomfortable.
“Open up!” Nick rose to stand and pulled his cock out of his suit. He gave his hard length a few rough jerks, pushing the head of his cock against Billy’s face, before lining up with Billy’s open mouth and pushing in.
Choking, tugging on his wrists, Billy struggled to accept the invasion. Nick grinned and forced himself deeper, pushing past Billy’s gag reflex and shoving into his throat.
The feeling of Billy’s throat working his cock, spasming and choking around him, was amazing. Nick grabbed Billy’s hair, holding him in place, and started thrusting into the tight heat with no thought for Billy’s comfort.
