Capricorn tapped his finger on the armrest of his chair. "I asked for the Silver-Tongue!" He roared to the room. The men all nodded, heads bowed, cowardly.
He clenched his lower jaw, his teeth grinding against each other. "And what did I get." He asked, spitting his words out to the room. He paused for a moment, letting them echo.
After no one answered, he roared, "Nothing!" He got to his feet. "I got absolutely nothing!"
His eyes were flashing, and rage controlled his features. "I don't have time to wait for you bumbling idiots!" He pounded his hand on the table. "When I want something done." He hissed, "Get it done."
He stood up, glancing around. "Cockerel. I told you to get him for me."
Cockerel glanced up, his bright orange spiky hair making him stand out amongst the crowd.
"Well," He said, his cocky drawl coming out in his words, "Basta is-"
"I don't care what Basta is doing!" Capricorn roared. "I care what you are doing!"
Cockerel pursed his lips in a thin line.
"And do you have the Silver-Tongue for me?" Capricorn asked him, his words coming out calm and collected.
Every single eye in the room turned to Cockerel, watching him, waiting for his response. Every single neck was craned, every eye was bugged.
Cockerel stood up straight, his face cocky. "I think that we already worked out that I don't." His eyes flashed, almost daring the other man to do something. The room drew in an audible breath.
Capricorn's nose flared. "Come here." He told the other man.
Cockerel pushed his way to the crowd, and strutted up the stairs, onto the raised platform.
Capricorn stood in front of him for a moment, before his hand flashes up, slapping the bright haired man across the face. The slap echoed around the room, and people cringed.
"You will not disappoint me." Capricorn announced, his voice booming. He grabbed the slighter man by the shoulders and shoved him down on his knee's. "Do you understand me?"
The room nodded, every head bobbing. "Stand up." Capricorn told Cockerel.
"But you just-" Cockerel started, his face with a half smirk lingering on it.
"I don't care." Capricorn told him, veins standing out in his neck.
"Alrighty." Cockerel told him, pushing himself to his feet. As soon as he was standing, Capricorn spun him around, and bent him over the table that overlooked the audience. The sound of the buttons on the front of Cockerel's coat, made a dinging sound, when smacked against the metal of the table.
"Eh. Boss?" Cockerel asked, confused, his face crushed into the table.
"I want to make this perfectly clear." Capricorn told everyone as he unzipped the front of his pants. "I will not be disappointed."
Cockerel tried to stand up, but Capricorn held the collar of the other man's jacket, keeping him down.
Capricorn reached around in front of the other man, hand grabbing the belt buckle, wrenching it open, and pulling the belt out of the offender's pants.
Cockerel wasn't really sure what was happening. "Boss?" He asked again, face still held against the table.
Capricorn reached around the front the thinner man's pants, hand fumbling to undo the button. On the feeling of his bosses hand so close to his groin, he shifted uncomfortably. Capricorn's fingers undid the button, and wrenched the zipper down, before tugging the pants to the floor. His hand slipped into Cockerel's boxers, sliding over his soft length.
Cockerel shifted, trying to shift his hips, but Capricorn crushed him back to the table, holding him there.
Cockerel was starting to piece together what was coming next. "No, boss!" He exclaimed, "I'm sorry!"
Capricorn wrenched the other man's boxers down, and removed himself, semi-hard, from his pants.
"What will I not be?" He asked the crowd.
"Disappointed." They told him back, eyes wide, not a soul blinking, all watching as their leader doled out the punishment.
Cockerel tried to pull free, but the other man was stronger, more heavy set, and had the advantage.
Spitting into his hands, Capricorn ran his hands over his length, giving it some lubrication.
Leaning back, he held the man to the table with one hand, and sharply slid one finger inside of him.
"Uuuh!" Cockerel exclaimed, trying to pull away, his cry muffled by the table. Capricorn smiled, rubbing his finger back and forth. "You better be ready." He told the man, adding a second one.
Cockerel shifted the position of his feet on the floor, spreading his legs wider, fingers scrabbling on the edge of the table. "I'm sorry, boss!" He cried out, eyes tight closed.
Capricorn refused to listen, sliding them back and forth. Cockerel squirmed, and Capricorn added a third.
"UnnnAH!" Cockerel moaned, teeth biting into his lower lip to muffle the cries of his discomfort. Ever so slowly, Capricorn ran his finger around the rim, before sliding back in all the way, pulling half out, and doing it again. Then he started to scissor his fingers, open and shut, pulling Cockerel wider.
Slowly Capricorn pulled his fingers out, before slapping the slighter man's bare ass, and positioning at the entrance. "Remember those words." He told the crowd. "I don't like to be disappointed."
As Capricorn shoved his hips forward, Cockerel bit his lower lip so hard it bled. "Uuuuuuuh!." He hissed out, as Capricorn slowly began to thrust forward, rolling his hips up, and then yanking them back.
"I'm sorry!" Cockerel cried through the burning pain. "I'm sorry!" Capricorn was using his hips to hold him in place, allowing him no movement.
Capricorn's eyes rolled up. "You are indeed."
Cockerel's hands grasped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. Suddenly, Capricorn brushed his prostate. "uuuuhUH." He moaned, shifting his hips, rolling back a little bit, rubbing against his bosses crotch.
"Did you like that?" Capricorn whispered into his ear, hot breath tickling.
Cockerel didn't say anything, eyes closed shut.
Slowly, Capricorn did it again, yanking the man up by the back of his hair, so the crowd could see his expression.
Cockerel would have blushed, but he rolled his eyes up into his head at the feeling. "Uuuh." He moaned, at Capricorn drove himself back into him, hard dick rubbing over his prostate.
Capricorn thrust harder, shaking the table.
"Mmm." Cockerel yelled, getting vocal. "So good. Uh! That's right!" Quieter he muttered, "I'm sorry, boss. I'm sorry."
Angrily, Capricorn shoved the other man's head back down onto the table, as he pounded into him. Cockerel used one of his free hands to slip under the edge of the table, and wrap around his half-hardened length, stroking it until it started to harden more.
The table shook, its uneven legs clacking against the floor as Capricorn thrust harder and faster. Cockerel let out an obscene moan as some precum dripped out over his fingers under the table. "That's right!" He moaned, "I like it that way."
Capricorn's fingers knotted in Cockerel's thick red hair, and pulled. "That's the way I like it!" Cockerel declared to the room of people watching, sarcastically.
Biting his lower lip, and keeping his head down, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the heat building up in the bottom of his stomach. His hand worked faster under the table. He was almost there-.
He arched his back, spraying over his hand, letting out a loud moan that echoed. Capricorn came a second later, spraying his warmth inside Cockerel, and letting go of his hair.
Cockerel's head fell forward, knocking onto the table, as Capricorn did up the front of his pants, wiping a bead of sweat away.
"I hope you all took notice of my words." He told them. "I don't want this to happen again."
Cockerel struggled to pull his pants up, and do them up, every part of him aching. He still maintained his cocky, sarcastic attitude though. "Oh, but I do." He told Capricorn with a raised eyebrow.
Capricorn pursed his lips, and stalked off the stage, "Come," he called to the waiting people, "There is much work to be done." And they headed out of the room, marching in rows, leaving Cockerel on the stage.