Catch the Thunder

Sadistic Orders

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(No sound effects besides my phone buzzing and beeping, but the scratching was real. I have welts on my arm now ... mmm!)

Freed had felt sensually on edge all day. Wearing the chastity belt to work made him constantly aware of his penis. When he had to use the toilet, he hid in a stall so no one could see the golden cage. After sending Laxus the dick pic, it took him almost half an hour for the embarrassment to cool off from his cheeks.

And then ... he got called in to see his father.

He stood before Llewellyn, heart hammering, wondering if somehow his father knew. Was it obviously? Did it show? Had someone somehow seen it? A security video, maybe?

"Ah, Freed!" the CEO grinned, waving for him to take a seat in front of the desk.

As Freed walked over the carpet, he remembered the erotic dream of the window washer. He looked at the mahogany desk and recalled where Laxus had scratched it up. Merely thinking about it made his cock fill the cage. He was glad it would not allow him to get fully erect. He sat in one of two chairs in front of the desk and faced his father with a stiff, straight back.

"Do you remember a few months ago when I asked you to pose for some publicity shots?"

Freed yanked himself out of memories of that fantasy. "Ah, yes. Something about a local ezine article on the future of modern businessmen. It was focused on university business majors in their final year."

"Yes, well..."

Llewellyn pulled out a magazine and placed it on the desk, giving it a shove toward his son with a proud expression. Freed pulled it closer and pick the magazine up to view it. On the glossy cover was his own proud face, hair shading one eye while the other gleamed shrewdly, arms folded in a bold and defiant pose the photographer had worked him into. He looked good, he had to admit.

Then he saw the title.

"Fiore Business Magazine?" he cried out. He was on the cover of the biggest business magazine in the country! "I thought it was some local group."

"Originally, yes, but FBM came to me a couple of weeks ago. They saw the ezine article about you and the upcoming generation of business leaders, and they wanted to feature the Justine Corporation as a model for family businesses. I recommended that they purchase some of the photographers shots, as they were far too good for some local online publishing group. It's quite a splendid write-up. It hasn't even hit shelves, and already we're getting many calls from admirers."

Freed groaned in annoyance. Just what he needed, more flighty women pestering him! "How could they write an article about me without asking me?"

"The article is more about the company and quotes some of your university thesis. No direct quotes from you, obviously, although I did get a statement in."

"If I was going to be featured in something like this, I should have been warned."

"You agreed to the photo shoot."

"For a small ezine. Not for this," he shouted, slapping at the magazine. "Father, I know you probably meant well, but this is national coverage."

"Exactly! The sort of publicity our company needs."

"But it's my face on the cover. I should have been asked!" Freed turned away, running his fingers through his hair and sending those unruly cowlicks spiking up in frustration. "I was fine if it was an article about the academic life of business majors," he said, trying to be calmer. However, he slammed his finger down at the glossy cover and shouted at the magnate, "I didn't give consent to this."