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“And that's a haul, boys! Tonight! We feast!"

“Uh… Boss? Can I talk to you in private?"

With a glance, Shazar looked down at the Rookie. He watched him fidget and act bashful despite everyone grinning up to their ears in the Den. They had managed a big hit today: they broke into the Local Lord's mansion and stole everything that wasn't bolted to the floor or walls: trinkets, gold, jewelry, even paintings. Shazar was even sitting on the biggest chest they had managed to carry through the sewers…

Aaaaand there was the Rookie, always up to ruin the ambiance. A bit.

“Fine! Fine! Here boys! Your allowance! On the Lord's dime!" cackled Shazar, throwing a purse at the other goblins who went at it, gnawing, fighting, and punching… Before they were all exhausted. Then, they went their merry way, already picking where they'd be binge-drinking.

They'd probably go to the broken Flagon or any discreet bar within the undercity. It was the sole way for them goblins to have a break. But back to the situation…

“Well. Well. Well. We're alone, Rookie. What should I do for you?" he asked, crossing his legs while adjusting the cowl covering his bald head. The oldest Goblin of the lot, Shazar was also the most cunning bastard on that side of the city. Balding, growing a beard, sporting a large gut hidden away within his loose clothes. Despite the many bounties on his head, he could remain discreet… If he so desired.

Whereas the Rookie, with his purple mohawk purple hair and shabby clothes kinda caught the attention. That and his height. For a goblin, he was closer to a dwarf or beyond despite “being a purebred goblin". More than that… He was tad of a dummy. More and more, the affirmation of his lineage seemed doubtful.

“Humm… Well… Uh," moaned the poor Rookie, his large feet stomping and making such a ruckus as he tried to tell what he had in mind. Buuuuut, Shazar knew what he desired. Yet, even as he exposed that fish-eating grin, he allowed the Rookie to stew in his shame.

One jump to one foot then another, the fingers fidgeting in front and behind, the guy held onto the drapes he used as clothes.

“Uhhh… So… You know… I am… I want… The thing… It is I…"

“Rookie. If you keep speaking so slowly, the crew will be rolling under the table by the time we're done," said Shazar with that same grin, his fingers taping the silver he had in his pocket.

“I… Want you to remove my cage!"

“Ahhhhh!" sighed Shazar, with that... That pure sigh of a bastard having the power over someone else and basking in the moment. Especially as he pulled the ring of keys. One for every member of the crew, 'xcept him. “You think you're a good boy and deserve a release?"

“Hun hun," nodded the Rookie, eyes down.

“Look up," said Shazar, waiting to meet eye to eye. “Are you sure you're a good boy? Have you followed my every order? My instructions? Did no error?"

Rookie stopped and bit his lips. Out of shame? Maybe… But he fidgeted, still keeping his hands to himself, and then… He nodded.

“Yes. I've been a good boy, Shazar."

“If you are. Strip."

With the index, Shazar started to twirl the key ring around his fingers while he kicked his boots off. He looked at the Rookie, red-faced despite his green skin. He grinned at him as those hands went to cover his modesty. But… He had stripped and exposed himself: dropping shoulders, fatty belly. But he had the arms and legs of a fighter. And well, he was hung.

Or supposed to be since beneath that bushy groin was a cock that should have reached down the knees. But didn't.

Not when everything was tightly snug in a tight silvery cage covering that cock up to his urethra as it dripped with precum. All the while, the tight ring around the nuts pulled them up until they looked bigger and tighter than their usual dangling self.

“I… Am I a good boy, Shazar?" asked the Rookie, finally asking for the boss's confirmation. Shazar grinned, smiled, then beckoned the Lad closer as he made the keyring disappear with a sleight of hand. Those eyes widened in surprise, yet he approached. He trembled, quivered… And gasped when Shazar grabbed him by the chin into a kiss.

“Of course, everyone here is a good boy!"

[I]Click!

[/I]Without looking, Shazar's toes had turned the key in the lock. For an instant, the tight metal remained so, but it started to slip as the Rookie's erection pushed the silver away with much precum. A precum that went all over Shazar's toes as he pulled on the cage… And let it fall.

He chuckled in petto, eagerly plowing the Rookie's mouth. Even if that poor guy huffed and puffed, his cheeks filled, he enjoyed the passionate kiss. His tongue answered Shazar's prodding; his throat swallowed the flow of saliva coming towards him. All the while, weak moans escaped from the throat as his length expanded and arose, like a flagpole.

The Rookie was the biggest in the team, he had a fucking mace. It was big, heavy… Difficult to handle with both hands or even a hole. But Shazar's soles pressed against it on the sides, holding the organ up and massaged as he pushed with one foot and then the other. In that dance, his body was all tense, so he didn't slip. But one he was used to as he moved his feet up, pushing against the foreskin while his sweaty toes crawled higher and higher.

Higher enough he had to let go of the Rookie's lips when he reached for that cockhead, wide and bulbous. He pushed against the swollen tip, even tapping it with his big toe while the poor Goblin trembled and quivered.

“Yes, Rookie. You are a good boy… And good boys have to be rewarded," smiled Shazar, reclining on his golden pile while his left foot descended, forcing the Rookie's cock to bend. In his movement, he peeled that foreskin down that greasy cock.

“Hhh… I'm… A good boy," mumbled the Rookie, his eyes rolling and mouth wide open as he drooled all over Shazar's vest… And then exposed torso.

With his buttons undone and the vest exposed, Shazar showed his sweaty and hairy chest to the Rookie. His round belly, probably filled with cum from all the guards he had been riding all night for the diversion, or his heavy pecs... But none mattered when the Rookie had the pleasure of sniffing his Boss' chest hair. He huffed it, licked the sweat sticking to the strands while Shazar descended his left foot along the length.

Without thinking, Shazar patted the Rookie's head as his mouth went over the fat pecs and licked them. That guy even bit those raw and red nipples before giving them a kiss. He patted him, encouraged him to continue as he closed his eyes and focused on the dick he held.

Under his sole, the organ throbbed and remained as hard as steel. It pulsed with life and need, spraying more precum onto Shazar's toes until he felt them drippy and sticky with fluids when stretching them. More fluid he started to use as he rubbed the cock… He pressed his ankles downward, using them to drag down foreskin… He pressed, squeezed the cock… But when he pushed up, it was with the ball of the foot while holding the cock nestled in the instep.

He pushed… Watching and feeling the Rookie's quivering body about to explode as he picked up the pace. Up and down… Faster. Faster. Faster.

He heaved, too, feeling his legs quite sore from being fucked all night. Yet, he continued as he extended his gams to have his feet sideways… His ankles almost touched while he used his toes to hold onto the Rookie's dick. He held him tight, masturbating him.

Shazar sighed, feeling the burn in his legs from what he had done… Likewise to the kisses on his belly. He groaned… He sighed and picked up his pace. Up. Down. Up. Down. More intense. More quick… More! The Rookie quivered, moaned, and held onto the gold pile. And then… He cried.

The Rookie cried, muffling himself with Shazar's hairy chest, his mouth right in his moobs' crevices. The poor guy tried to keep it quiet as he humped the air, and cum poured… Cum sprayed from the guy's stiff and throbbing junk all over Shazar's legs and thighs before it dropped on the gold pile. Yet… Shazar continued to stroke as he pushed his toes within the cockhead, collecting the tacky and thick semen between them as he exhaled, too.

It felt good… It was good to finally get a break. One he enjoyed as he looked up at the ceiling, only to see… A face. And a cockcage, dripping with precum.

“Are we good boys, too, Boss?"

“Yes, you all are good boys. And a pain in my butt!" he said, laughing with his entire crew.