Turning around and flexing for the mirror, licking his lips as he brought his arms together to flex his chest, Nick reflected on how much he’d improved the uniform.
Running his gloved hands down his abs and over the mound of his cock, Nick spent a good ten minutes groping himself and feeling up his muscles. His knot throbbed in pleasure, his balls full and heavy, and Nick had no problem giving in to temptation and jerking himself off through the suit.
He squeezed his bulge with the palm of his gloved hand, his cock twitching and throbbing in pleasure.
Right before he was ready to shoot his load, Nick stopped jerking himself off. He wasn’t going to waste an orgasm on self-pleasure. The next time he came, it would be inside one of the dainty little elves.
Just the thought of holding one of the lithe little creatures down and making them submit had Nick’s whole body shuddering in pleasure.
Turning around, flexing and posing some more, Nick grinned at the specimen of manhood he saw reflected in the mirror. His cock and balls were on full display, tucked down against his right thigh, and he couldn’t wait to see the looks on the elves’ faces when they saw him.
He adjusted his package, making sure he was showing off his goods to their best advantage, and studied his reflection with an eye toward anything that needed fixing.
There was nothing.
Looking perfect—with just the right combination of intimidating and sexy—Nick walked into his newly created punishment room. He’d decorated all his quarters in dark woods, leather accents and dramatic shades of crimson, but the punishment room was where it all came together. Floors so dark they were almost blacked gleamed under the low lighting, and polished leather and steel implements lined the walls. The floor was artfully dotted with various pieces of bondage furniture, each piece more impressive than the last, and Nick couldn’t wait to put it all to use.
He just hoped that it wouldn’t all go to waste.
Nick had no idea what the elves in Santa’s castle were like. The elves who served Krampus in his mountain were notorious for their enjoyment of pain and their proclivity for kinky play, but the ones in Santa’s castle had no such reputation.
Nick hoped that Santa’s elves were just more discreet. If he couldn’t find someone who shared his tastes in the castle, he’d have to bring in an outsider—and that would be a huge hassle.
There was a knock on the door. Nick grinned, anticipating his first chance to show off his new outfit. He jogged across the room to the door, carefully schooling his expression into a menacing scowl before pulling it open.
He wanted whoever was on the other side of the door to get the full effect of his new take on Santa, and that did not include smiling.
The elf knocking on his door was Pat.
“Hello, sir. I just wanted to—" Pat’s words trailed off when he laid eyes on Nick.
The look on Pat’s face was everything Nick had hoped it wouldbe. Wide-eyed and nervous, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Crossing his arms and making his biceps pop, Nick furrowed his brows and glared at the little elf.
“Pat,” he said, looming over him. “What do you want?”
Pat didn’t answer. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Nick fought down a grin.
“I…” Pat licked his lips and swallowed. When he looked down and saw Nick’s erection, Pat nearly lost it. The poor elf looked like he wanted to make a run for it.
“Yes?” Nick prompted, uncrossing his arms and leaning against the door. He hooked his thumbs in his utility belt and crossed his ankles as he waited for Pat to speak.
“I was just wondering if you needed anything?” Pat squeaked. He sounded like he regretted his decision to be helpful, and Nick decided to put him out of his misery.
“Thank you, Pat,” he said, letting himself smile at last. Pat relaxed slightly, but he still looked nervous. “But I’m fine. Why don’t you come back tomorrow morning and we can figure out just what I’m supposed to do around here?”
“Yes, sir,” Pat said, nodding. He started to back away, turning around and looking like he was going to make a run for it, when Nick suddenly remembered that he’d told Pat that he wanted to talk to the elf that caused the explosion in his office after dinner.
“Pat, wait a minute!” he called, making Pat’s shoulders hunch. Nick almost felt bad. Teasing Pat was fun, and he wanted him to be nervous, but he shouldn’t be scared of Nick.
“Yes, sir?” Pat asked, turning around.
“That elf I wanted to talk to—the one who cause the explosionin the experimentation room—is he waiting for me in my office?”
Pat blanched. “Oh, uhm … No, sir. You see, I told Billy that you wanted to see him, but he thought I was just trying to trick him. His friend plays a lot of tricks on him and he thought that she was trying to pull one over on him and that I was in on it. I don’t know why—I’ve never helped her trick him before.” Pat gasped, visibly forcing himself to stop talking.
Nick took a second to make sense of the nervous jumble of words.
“So Billy is not waiting for me in my office?” he asked, just to clarify.
