Catch the Thunder

More Than Just a Lick

Laxus' words seemed to echo through the room.

"I wanna throat-fuck him."

Beside the blond, Freed gazed up, looking stunned, confused, and more than a little hurt, yet he said held back protests. Laxus had asked Freed to trust him, and he was determined to do so. All the others in the group also looked stunned by Laxus' declaration, all but Orga, whose smile took on real amusement now.

"Perfect," Orga said, his voice low and thundering with delight. "Well, toy, warm up your face. I've seen this guy's dick. You have quite a challenge ahead of you."

Rufus looked over at Freed with some sadness. He saw the stunned, hurt expression that the green-haired man now tried to mask with professional comportment that Rufus, too, had been forced to master by his elite family. Still, he obeyed Orga's command. He had a task to do, and so he first crawled over to Sting, who was closest to him.

Sting shrugged and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock and beckoned Rufus to come over. "Before it gets cold and shrinks." Rufus smiled at being ordered and gave a slow lick all along the full length. Sting blushed and quickly tucked his cock back away. "Well, this party is turning out to be way more than I paid for." He saw Rogue starting to pull his zipper down and panic. "Wait, no!"

Orga's eyes narrowed. "I thought you were okay with this."

"I am, but ... I..." He leaned into Rogue's ear. "Don't let them see your dick."

His mouth dropped, and he looked around as if just realizing others were around. "Oh shit, right."

"Now I'm curious," Gray said with a grin. "Is it huge?"

"No ... yes..." Sting looked flustered. "It's fine, a good size, just..." He looked around the condo frantically. "Kitchen! Do it in the kitchen."

Rogue stepped away and motioned Rufus to follow all the way into the kitchen. The group watched as he hid behind the counter, and they heard him unzip his fly.

A second later Rufus cried out. "Whoa!"

Gray stretched his neck up, as if he could see over the counter. "Is it that impressive?"

Rogue grumbled, "Lick it, get it over with."

Meanwhile, Sting's eyes were tight and his brow pinched. "Hey, big green dude, your toy, he's ... sorta elite, right?"

"Sure is," answered Orga. "Rich as fuck. His family owns majority stock in Sabertooth Enterprises."

"What?" both Sting and Rogue shouted at the same time.

"Oh shit," Sting whispered in horror.

Rogue, with his dick still out, knelt in front of Rufus and grabbed his collar. "You! How close are you to the CEO of Sabertooth?"

"What?" Rufus gasped, almost getting choked.

Sting ran into the kitchen and slid down beside him. "Do you know what that means?" he asked, pointed to Rogue's cock.

"Idiot! If you point it out, he'll look it up."

Sting grabbed Rufus' hair and yanked his head toward him. "Let me tell you something, you little shit. If you mention my name to anyone, you won't wake up until you're at the bottom of a lake."

Orga stood up and took a step forward. "Problem?" he shouted, mad at hearing the threats toward his toy.

Sting looked over to Rogue. "Get that tucked in!" he whispered fiercely. Rogue fixed his pants while Sting turned back to Rufus. "I'm serious. Like Vegas: what happens here stays here. Never say my name to anyone at Sabertooth, or even in public."