Good boy

by Lowkey_Laufey (Victor_Delia)

Summary:

Erik turned the handle of the door, revealing a pasteurized neutral grey inside - the view was obstructed by high shelves full of boxes, pillars to support the weight of the ceiling, artificial neon lighting everything and washing away the colours. [...] He took a few steps, looking at the warehouse around - on the right was an office. [...] The office chair was empty - but tilted like someone had recently been on it, laptop open.

"Hello." A voice surged from behind him.

Erik turned around to see a middle-aged man, much smaller than he was, standing with a smile on his face. [...]

"You must be the new hire, Erik, isn't it ?" The man's sultry voice asked. "I'm the manager here, Istvan Toth."

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Erik found a new job, working in a local warehouse. What he doesn't expect though, is to catch the eyes of the manager working here... or to get so horny whenever said manager tells him how much of a good job he does.
Praise Kink ? What's that ?

Notes:

Hello ! Obligatory Warning obliged - English is not my mothertongue so you may see mistakes and such ! Furthermore, I wrote this without beta and late at night, so there might be some error there too - I try to limit them by rereading myself often, but sometimes it slips through the cracks
Thank you for your understanding <3

Chapter 1: I'm a dog for you

Notes:

Because three projects on going isn't fun, I'm adding a fourth one :D /sarc (someone please kill my brain)

it's inspired by that one 4chan post screenshot I've seen go around KCD2 servers of that one guy catching a huge boner when he heard a coworker call him a "silly little boy"
This is heavily self-indulgent as I absolutely adore praise kink Erik <3

Erik had a messed up life - he had been in the system for years, had seen more foster families than he could count, taste the slop served at the youth detention centre more than a home cooked meal. His life was rough, full of mistakes he'd rather forget, of scars he tried to scrub clean. Gang affiliations, violence against others were all neatly written on his civilian file.

It was a miracle, then, when at the age of 20, he finally found a job willing to hire him. It wasn't a very good job, but it gave him something to do in the days, a purpose in life.

Arguably, the pay was shit - barely enough to cover rent despite the nice landlord lowering it (Miss Agnes was a god-sent, and would come over regularly to give him cooked meals or leftovers), Erik was close to consider selling nudes of himself to make ends meet.

But a shit paying job compared to prison ? Erik was just happy he could finally get back to civilian life - to try and live a normal fucking life despite the shithole he found himself growing up in.

His new job was at a warehouse for some delivering company. He would be in a team of individuals to haul the boxes and orders left and right, store them, sort which boxes would be shipped where, take them out to load them onto the lorries of deliveries. Repeat. That was what his employer said, upon congratulating him for getting the job. 

When Erik got off of the bus in the more industrial part of the city, he was hit with the dull repetition of concrete and sheet metal everywhere around him. The many signs of brands and industries blended with each other until one gained his focus, in the distance : SigLux CO. It was a huge cuboid, with one part sticking up for the vent system to give into the exteriors. The distasteful black colour of the building was elevated with red-blood accents where the logo was proudly displayed. Erik walked toward the building, a knot tightly formed in his stomach. 

The exterior did not house any window - the entrance was a double door painted black, barely distinguishable from the facade if not for the corrugated iron abruptly giving way to a smooth rectangle.  To the side, after a long tar road with plastic garbage mingling with old cardboard at the edges, were huge doors aligned, made from the same material as the doors - probably where the lorries would be loaded.

He was alone when he faced the closed doors. He could see an artificial bright light through the cracks between the door and its frame, distracting and bright in the low light of the early morning - early morning that, a few years prior, Erik would call late night. 

The young man turned the handle of the door, revealing a pasteurized neutral grey inside - the view was obstructed by high shelves full of boxes, pillars to support the weight of the ceiling, artificial neon lighting everything and washing away the colours. There were machinery to lift parked to his right in a neat row. Somewhere in the distance, the tell-tale sound of something falling rung - it was the only sound. 

Had he misread the instructions on the email ? Erik wondered, closing the door behind him. He took a few steps, looking at the warehouse around - on the right, after the machinery, was an office. It was the only spark of colour in the whole building, huge windows giving sight into turquoise coloured walls and a glass desk. The office chair was empty - but tilted like someone had recently been on it, laptop open.

"Hello." A voice surged from behind him.

Erik turned around to see a middle-aged man, much smaller than he was, standing with a smile on his face. It was difficult for people to be taller than Erik - he was easily a head taller than most people, always had been the tall, broody kid growing up. He had an oval face, 5 o'clock shadow prominent on his cheeks - wrinkles were already etched on his face, around his eyes and on his cheek. He had brown eyes, matching with his brown hair greying at the edges, peeking from underneath one of those old fancy hats. 

"You must be the new hire, Erik Mraz, isn't it ?" The man's sultry voice asked. 

"Yes, sir."

"Perfect. I'm the manager here, Istvan Toth. I'm sure my colleague has told you everything you need to know by email, but let us go over the basics one more time."

Erik nodded and began following the manager around.

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The job was not so hard. He had spent the majority in the sorting part of the warehouse, learning all of his colleagues' names - mostly men, but also a single woman that Erik was surprised to see working alongside the men - he'd thought she would be behind a desk, or checking labels, not lifting heavy weights and loading the lorries. The first part of the shift was going smoothly, no problem. The package were easy to sort ; in three categories, one for the international export, another for the in-Czechia exports and finally, a third category for the In-regional exports. He had done it a coworker, Denise, who had shown him where to look, what to do if he couldn't read the label etc... He got the hang of it easily.

The second part of his shift was a lot of back and forth, taking packages arriving into carts from the sorting centre, stacked upon one another to be then put in their waiting place, within the endless shelves. But something was different, during the stacking of packages ; he could feel while working the gaze of the manager on him- he quickly learned that no one really liked Manager Toth, and that he mostly spent the day in his office.

A coworker of his had remarked this oddness, when they were carrying a heavy cardboard together - something going to Kutna Hora, apparently. This coworker, Henrik was his name, the eldest by seniority, not by age.

"He usually stays hauled in that office looking at god-knows-what all day." He said, grunting in a last effort to lift the box higher onto the shelf. "Don't tell him, but we have a bet; Denise thinks he's looking up porn on his computer, Jan is convinced he's a failed author and writes all day, but Alex thinks he's reading up on divorce documents."

"Divorce documents ?" Erik asked despite himself.

"Yeah We think he divorced recently. We don't know if he has children, nor who his wife is, but he used to wear a ring around his ring finger. It's been a few days since we saw him wear it ; he has a tan line where it used to be."

"Which one do you think it is ?" 

"Honestly, just boring answers of emails and higher-up complains." Henrik shrugged. "I don't think he'd do much else." A pause. "I don't think he watched Denise work when she started working here a few years ago. He didn't even come greet her."

Erik hummed, pushing the smaller cart into the next rows of shelves - there were around half a dozen cardboard left to sort, and he would be done with his first day.

"Are you good with finishing up by yourself ?" Henrik asked.

"Yes."

"Good, I'll leave you to it then. I'll start the end of shift routine." Henrik nodded and disappeared behind a door he had yet to see the insides.

Erik stared at the boxes - they were small and so it was easy to slip them where he needed - sometimes he had to climb the ladder, not having the permit to drive a forklift yet. Most were going to several towns near - he recognised Nebakov, Trosky....

He couldn't resist to glimpse toward the office, as he slipped in place a small box. It was empty, the lights off and laptop closed. The manager must have left, then. Erik took out a small phone that Henrik had given him at the beginning of his shift, opening the barcode app to scan the code on the box - a small "beep" rung once done, sending the information to the database.

The last of the packages was much bigger - around the size of a microwave if Erik had to guess, and heavy like one. It was nothing he couldn't carry alone - he had carried much bigger and heavier in that day alone.

Bending from the knees and not the hip as Henrik taught him, he lifted the package easily onto the shelf, gliding it neatly in place. Erik scanned the barcode as he did with all the others and there was it, the end of his first shift. He heard soft footsteps turning toward him and expecting to see another coworker, Erik was surprised to see the manager's stature, towering with confidence despite his shorter height. He crossed his arms, leaning slightly against a shelf. Erik couldn't resist to look toward his fingers - Henrik was right, the wedding band had left a mark on his finger, visible by its absence.

"Congratulation on your first day, Erik. No problems, no accidents, I say you've been a good boy." Toth's sultry voice let out.

Erik suddenly became light-headed, gripping at the edge of the shelf with all his might to avoid toppling over with the force at which his blood rushed south. A rose pink coloured his cheeks as he realised the obvious boner he popped at this, looking at his manager with what he could only guess were widely opened eyes. 

"Thank you, sir." He answered in a quiet voice, not trusting his body now that his cock had spurred rather violently. 

Shame prickled at the edges of his mind, suggesting in that obsessive, repetitive tone to run away, to bury himself to have such reaction to two whole words. Istvan Toth's grin only appeared bigger, like he knew the effect it had spurred on Erik - like he had planned for it.

"Return your uniform and phone to the lockers, before you go."

"Yes, sir."

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Erik wished to never ever ride the bus while sporting an obvious boner. He would get a rusty bike off of some reselling site if he had to, spending money he did not have to spare him from the awkwardness it was. The tent in his sweatpants did not stop, if anything it persisted, throbbing and stubborn, forcing Erik to replay those last words - good boy, good boy, good boy - until he was finally alone in his flat, door closed behind him and keys dangling from the lock.

The young man practically ran to his bathroom, half tripping on the sweatpants dragging behind him - the relief of pressure was welcomed, the furnace that had become his crotch area cooling down. He nonchalantly hopped into the shower, letting his clothes all over the floor, door to the bathroom not even fully closed - his brain was in autopilot.

The warmth of the water engulfed him, steam rising from the shower head as Erik firmly stroked himself, head against the cold tiles and rough fingers tugging desperately on his shaft. It was almost painful, water providing little lubrication but he did not care. His mouth was hung open, pathetic whimpers rising from his throat, knees buckling from the pleasure, tip wet with precum and water. He let a thumb swipe over the tip of his cock, flashes coiling around his vision from the relief. 

Erik bit his lips hard in an effort to still his sounds, eyes screwed shut and lost in the pleasure coiling in his guts.

good boy, good boy, Toth's voice repeated in his mind - Erik couldn't help the glide of his free palm over his chest, biting off a moan when it came in contact with a hardened nipple, hips rutting harder and more sloppily against his closed fist. He continued to play with that nipple, rolling it in between two fingers, playing with the nub and flicking it up and down - it felt good.

He felt a tight sensation in his balls, hips rutting harder - he didn't know whether he thrust into his fist or if he stroked his cock anymore - too lost in the pleasure, the water of the showerhead digging into his back and trickling down his body. 

Pleasure coiled deeper inside, growing hotter in his lower stomach, mouth slack and unresponsive as he could only pant and moan helplessly against the tile of his showerwalls. 

A pressure snapped and his knees faltered as he came, shooting ropes of spent against the tiles, shivering from the pleasure and intensity. Erik exhaled, stopping the motion of his fist over his softening, sensitive dick. His heart was erratic, mind swimming in a pleasant buzz as he slowly guided his exhausted body onto the floor of the shower, relishing in the sensation the water brought on his body. He regained his breath slowly, eyes closed.

Shit.

He just jerked off to the sound of his manager's voice.

Erik opened his eyes, taking in the scene: the door to his bathroom half closed, the clothes all over the floor; next to him, the semen dripping down, sticking to the walltiles and the water beating down on his body for god-knows how long. The water bill - Erik realised with horror. The heat of it all felt overwhelming - it was suffocating. He quickly turned off the shower and stepped out, ripping off his towel off of its stand to wrap it around his waist. Erik walked out of the bathroom, feeling like he could finally breath despite his legs feeling heavier than usual. 

What was wrong with him ? A simple praise from his new manager and that sent him rutting into his fist like a crazy person. Erik rubbed his face, red from the shame.

That never happened before - and yet despite himself, he hoped he would hear it again, those two words said in that sultry voice, tone proud and condescending all the same - like you would praise a dog for fetching the ball. 

Erik whimpered, cock red from the rough handling and spent twitching at the memory. 

He had a problem.

The young man busied himself with the rest of his day - the shift had ended a little around midday. Hunger had slowly carved a hole in his stomach - it had settled over the course of the hour but he had been deaf to it, dick taking the priority over satiating his hunger. He dug around his pantry for a quick meal and found a cup of instant ramen stuck between a brick of pre-made soup and a can of ravioli. Boiling water was rather easy - he did not own any kettle, so he simply just put a pot half-full to boil on the stove. Erik eyed the instruction - boil water, add the seasoning, pour water to the line, close the lid and wait three minutes. 

Once ready, Erik slurped the noodle down in a few minutes - he had learned to eat fast in the various detention centre he stayed at over the course of his childhood. Some days, his stomach disagreed with this, hurting in protest. 

Erik tidied the flat, cleaned the floors, washed the dishes - everything to avoid dealing with the mess waiting for him in the bathroom - with the reminder of what he had done as soon as he left his first shift.

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The next shift came quick - quicker than he'd like.

The bus ride was silent, a single other person was present with him, but at the opposite to where he was seated. The automatic voice talking in the void that was Erik's attention. It was rather quick, unfortunately, as Erik found himself in the warehouse again.

The locker room was at the end of the warehouse, next to the sorting room. Entering the room he found Denise and Alex already talking to each other. There were no uniforms except a vest to put on top of the shirt, so they were not gendered. Erik greeted the both of them, opening his locker to put his backpack in along with his coat. The vest they had given him was still there so he slipped it on - it was red and black, the company's name and logo embroidered on the fabric over the heart - there was a pocket as well, opposite side of the heart and two other pockets, bigger, with a clasp to close them.

"Hey Erik," Denise's high pitched voice called. "Don't forget to take a look at the whiteboard to see what are your tasks today. I think Toth put you in stacking again."

Erik felt warmth spurring around his stomach at the mention of the manager's name, the warmth of arousal quickly shot down by the burn of shame.

"I will, thank you." He said, keeping himself facing the locker, back turned away from Alex and Denise.

He grabbed the company phone and closed the locker door. The whiteboard was attached to the wall outside the locker - it was organized as a chart, each name written in a neat script - Erik's name at the bottom. He followed the line starting from his name - stacking for the entirety of his shift. 

Erik turned toward the carts in the sorting centre - the ones that have been done last shift but couldn't have gone through the same day - officially starting his second shift.

The cart was full of heavy but not unmovable items - he didn't need help for them, unlike some, yesterday's shift. He became somewhat efficient at this; keeping the ladder close when he would need it, phone kept in the upper pocket for quicker scanning, starting with the most difficult to save himself the energy.

Erik beeped yet another package once he slid it to its place, balancing on the ladder - it was attached to the shelves, so no risk of accidentally falling or causing himself an injury. He was alone in the warehouse room, as far as he was aware - he couldn't hear the steps of colleagues or anything for that matter, but his own steps and beeps. It felt strange.

He fought with himself to not glimpse toward the office, laying just a couple of meters from where he was - the open windows licked the edge of his vision, it was so simple to just, slightly turn his head to see inside. But everytime, the shame of what he did yesterday slapped his mind to focus. It was the first real job he managed to land - he wouldn't ruin it for a fucking yanking session.

Nevermind that the manager did not come to greet him the morning - in fact, Erik did not see him. Or perhaps, he could if he only just-

No.

Erik rubbed his eyes for a few seconds, then picked up the next box. It wasn't heavy at all ; very long and narrow, the address said it was to go to Germany. Uh. He didn't realise just how much things travelled around. 

A black figure appeared at the edge of his vision and, instinctively - he cursed himself - Erik turned his head to look; the manager was here. Shit. He wore a black button up shirt and equally black pants, hat absent to reveal his mid-length hair brushed back, grey hairs tugging at his temples. He was crossing his arms, the black fabric straining slightly - the fabric was nicely filled around his stomach, no doubt Toth had a bit of a stomach, too. He didn't smile at him when their eyes crossed - or at least not with his lips, but his eyes did. The young man nodded in politeness but quickly reverted back to putting down the box and scan it. 

Visions of yesterday swam at the edge of his mind, like dark puddles trying to crawl through the cracks of a door ; Erik fought with his own mind to not awake the organ between his legs. Riding the bus home hard was already a hassle ; he didn't need to work while in the same predicament. 

He grabbed the next box without much thinking - mostly because if he did, then he'd die of shame for thinking about his new manager in that way - it was much heavier, but easy enough to lift and slide down the first level of the shelf, at the bottom. He scanned it. 

Erik fought with his mind, a small voice in the corner, seeping through with the darkness - one that asked him to look, that maybe, just maybe he would catch Toth curling his lips into a well-earned "good boy".

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Henrik helped him with the last box of the day - it was a heavy one, with the clear as day warning "fragile" plastered at every single square centimeter of the cardboard box ; it was a TV, and a pretty big, expensive one at that. It was the type of TV younger Erik would have found himself drooling in front of, planning to steal it with his band of "friends" for extra cash. They laid it to its side with difficulties, having to push the other cardboard around to make it fit. 

They parted in the locker room, Henrik rushing out while Erik was buttoning up his coat - they could hear the rain cascading down on the ceiling since a few hours. The ground would probably be flooded with puddles - the wait for the bus and walk home from the busstop to his flat would be hell. 

Erik closed the locker and slipped his backpack on one shoulder. He said goodbye to Jan who was on his phone in the locker, waiting for what - Erik did not know. 

Toth was here.

He was standing, cloak in hand, typing at his phone - but he was quick to turn it off and slip it in a pocket.

"I was waiting for you, boy." He said in that tone of his - the very same that had Erik frantically tugging at his cock. 

"For me, sir ?" Erik answered, feeling sweat starting to gather at his back from nervousness.

"Well, have you not heard the rainfall that is being poured all over the city ? I'm driving you home." He said matter of fact, voice teethering with condescension.

"I am fine with taking the bus." 

"But I'm not alright with it. C'mon boy, I'll drive." He spun on his heels, walking toward the entry - Erik followed him digitently. 

Istvan Toth's car was a neat, black BMW - something that looked expensive. The car's light turned on as Toth opened the car. Erik quickly climbed in the passanger seat, feeling cramped, his legs touching the glovebox. He kept his old backpack on his lap, like a shield to conceal any... accidents that might happen.

"You can back your seat, dear boy. You don't have to stay cramped just to be polite." Istvan said - and Erik might have just died.

He fondled with the space underneath the seat to find the bar to adjust the seat, letting it slide a couple of ticks in order to pretend the blush on his face wasn't from the petname - such a degrenating one, he might be younger, but not a child, anymore - but for the blood rushing to his face when bent down.

Erik cursed himself silently, keeping the backpack on his lap. Toth started the car, setting the windscreen wipers on full speed - music started playing, some old titles, post-punk in style, if Erik had to guess. He was never into music - but he had friends who were.

"Where do you live ?" Istvan asked as they were about to leave the parking.

Erik gave him his address - it was 20 minutes from the warehouse by bus, but perhaps much quicker by car. Toth nodded and turned left into traffic. The young man hoped the ride would be in silence, he'd tolerate even an awkward one.

"So how do you think of this job, so far ?" Toth asked, staring straight ahead.

"It's good... good exercice." Erik answered.

His manager grinned. "Well, I see that you have already adapted yourself to the pace and the tasks. That's good." 

Erik shifted slightly in his seat. "Thank you."

Erik fought with himself to pretend like everything was fine, hand digging into his backpack, gathering the fabric. His cock had begun to get hard, moving and chaffing up against the fabric of his boxers - Toth had barely praised him, why was his body reacting so ? The manager parked the car in front of Erik's building - he hadn't realised the ride was already over.

"Thank you for driving me home." The young man said, quickly opening the door and rushing home.

Once the door, he couldn't help the pang of disappointment that he did not hear those sweet words falling from Toth's lips - it was like the hardest of drugs had taken hold of Erik's body. 

Something was seriously wrong with him.

Notes:

Little information : Erik's last name in this is Mraz - and according to a Czech last name website I randomly found, it means "cold frost" ! I think it suited him - especially his white armour in game.

It was a good opportunity for me to brush up on my smut writing skill that has been gathering dust in the corner of my mind for quite some years now - I kinda missed it, but I'm rusty and you can definitively tell XD

Chapter 2: You're my drug

Summary:

Erik finds himself working harder just to hear that praise from Istvan Toth's mouth.
Jerking off after work almost becomes a ritual.

Erik was utterly ruined.

It had been exactly six days since he picked up this new job, at SigLux Co. It had been exactly six days since he met Istvan Toth.

It had been exactly six days that Erik would rush every day home, face-first into the pillow, stroking his cock and whimpering loud to whatever his manager did toward him. Frankly, it started to become embarrassing in the way it almost became routine : wake up, go to work, get off to Istvan, eat dinner, go to sleep, repeat.

Though it seemed like this wasn't the only change around - his coworkers told him how surprised they were that Istvan seemed less on his laptop, more present. He even replaced the old coffee machine that had broken down in the break room. They even began to refer to Erik as the "Toth-whisperer", because Toth seemed to listen to him much more easily than the others. Denise had complained about a leak in the toilets of the building for months, but Erik just mentioned it once to Istvan for him to call a plumber to take care of it. 

It was weird - being in the centre of attention from his manager, and both a reliable man for the others.

The effect it had on him was minimal at first ; he began doing little things on top of his usual load ; wilfully shortened his breaks to spend more time working, rush to help his coworkers when they would need help with a heavy box, volunteer for extra hours when they couldn't properly sort the packages...

Every day, without fail, Erik would feel the gaze of Toth on him - it became habit, like a reassurance that he saw how good of a job he was doing, a blanket of warmth. If he was lucky and the weather particularly shit, then it meant Istvan driving him home.

The crush he developed on his manager frankly grew concerning, especially when Miss Agnes would tease him about this new work "girlfriend". She would surely gasp and vehemently cross herself if he ever tells her the truth - that there was no work girlfriend, just his much older manager and his small praises making his brain melt and dick jump to attention.

Istvan was all he could think about at times, the smirk he would sometimes give to Erik when their eyes would meet, or the way his black button-up shirts were always rolled up to his elbows, letting him see the dark hair on his forearms and collar unbuttoned to let him catch a glimpse of his neck - or how Toth's voice would sometimes drop to an octave deeper when they would be alone and talking.

It was maddening.

Thinking about said manager, Erik turned the handle of the warehouse - it was early, the sun barely over the horizon. 

When he entered, the warehouse was already occupied - a bald man was talking in the office with Manager Toth. They were both standing, one on each side of the desk. The bald man was towering, maybe roughly the same size as Erik - with a moustache so thick he looked very much like Eggman in Sonic, clad in a very pristine suit and tie. Istvan Toth, on the other hand, had preferred to roll down his sleeves and button up his collar, with a nice, white tie to top it off.

Erik didn't linger much to stare at the two men, and quickly made his way to the locker room. He was alone when he entered, making his way to his own locker to take out his vest and work phone. He started keeping a simple pen in one of the pocket, just in case.

The locker room opened - Erik glanced toward the door to see Jan strolling in. He looked tired and pissed off.

"Something's wrong." Erik said simply, slipping the vest on.

Jan groaned. "Yeah. The regional manager. He's going to breathe down on our neck the whole day."

"Is that the man with Toth ?"

Jan nodded, typing furiously away at his phone. "You can do everything right and he will still stare you down like you just dropped shit at his feet." He said, nonchalantly shoving his phone in the locker.

"Sounds rough."

"Oh you'll see for yourself soon enough."

His coworkers slowly arrived into the locker room, all whispering about this regional manager. He was familiar to Erik - he had already seen this man somewhere, but he could not pinpoint it.  Once ready for work, Erik turned toward the whiteboard - a lorry was supposed to come today, so most - including Erik - were of loading duty.

The lorry doors were to the side of the building, in another room adjacent to the main room with the shelves.  It was dark so Erik flipped the switch on, revealing many cardboards, extra tires, shelves littering the walls but it was otherwise a long open space. Erik opened the work computer they kept next to the entrance to see what packages to load into the lorry - this one would go to Prague for international shipping. The drivers would always stop and take a quick break at their warehouse - no doubt a much needed one after spending all day on the road. He closed the computer once finished, ready for that day's shift.

Erik was about to leave the lorry loading room when the door abruptly opened - he felt the wind hit his body, one step and it would have opened to his face and break his nose. He had already broken his nose more times than he could count - he didn't need another to add to the list. In front of him was the regional manager, accompanied with Istvan Toth. His brown eyes stared him down hard, face neutral but teetering at the edge of annoyance.

"Good morning, sirs." Erik said, stepping to the side to let the two men in.

"Erik Mraz isn't it?" The regional manager asked.

Toth must have had spoke to him about the employees.

"Yes, sir."

"My wife often talks about you." He said, matter-of-factly.

Erik frowned his eyebrows slightly - his wife ? And that was when the puzzle clicked - oh god that was Miss Agnes' husband. Erik cursed in his mind, he didn't need more situation - what did she talk to him about it ? The young man hoped it was nothing about this so called "work girlfriend", he didn't need to lie his way into more situations. 

"She's a lovely woman," Erik said, "very kind. I hope she does not complain about me."

"Far from it. Go back to work now." The bald man said, stepping inside.

Istvan followed him - but he glimpsed at Erik while passing, body so close Erik shuddered when Toth's shoulder barely brushed against his own.

"Come to my office after your shift." The manager said in that low voice of his, head craning slightly to better look into Erik's eyes.

He was gone barely a second later, the air replacing his body awfully cold against Erik's skin. All he could smell was the cologne around Istvan- he needed to get a grip.

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Most of his shift was spent Like Jan said ; Miss Agnes' husband, whom he eventually learned was called Markvart Aulitz, was staring down every employee working. It was like a shadow, accompanied by Istvan standing close to him, watching like a hawk Erik and his coworkers running back and forth. Erik was lying if he didn't feel every minute pass of this shift. He tried to take up load, carrying more than one package, walking faster in an attempt to forget about the passing minutes - to bring him closer to the end of his shift, but nothing really quite worked. Even his break didn't feel relieving - he had spent it in his corner rereading the numerous encouraging work posters haphazardly taped to the powder white walls.

Though the hours eventually passed when the lorry arrived to be loaded.

"Erik can you help me with that one ?" Denise called from behind him.

She was standing in front of a long box. Erik nodded and with her help, slid the weight onto their arms. Erik had to walk backward, focusing his eyes toward Denise.

"Guide me." He asked.

"I'll try to but you're a damn brickhouse." She said, head craning to look past him.

They slowly walked toward the lorry, walking slowly to ensure Denise could look and Erik didn't trip over his own steps walking backwards. Their coworkers made sure to not block their course, walking beside them as the two managers kept to themselves, watching them. He didn't need to look to know - Erik felt it, Istvan's eyes caressing his frame.

"A little bit to your right." Denise spoke ; Erik obeyed. "You're going to have a steep incline soon, that's the cargo box."

Erik felt it - a steep incline, so he continued into the lorry. Craning his neck to look behind him, he made sure to not walk over the boxes and packages.

"We're good now." He called. "Lower it." 

The box touched the ground in a small thud - the sound echoing in the lorry. Denise slid it once Erik stepped to the side to make sure it would be snug with the other boxes. It was filling out rather nicely but it was far from finished.

The young worker left the lorry and went back to the incessant back and forth that was loading everything - he was going to feel it in the evening, his muscles and feet aching from spending several hours on his feet doing nothing but carrying things. Eventually, the driver was good to go ; Henrik closed the doors of the cargo box and, slapping three times to the side, it eventually left.

"Nice job people !" Henrik said, dusting his hands. 

Erik turned to look around but Istvan was gone, and so was Aulitz. He was lying if he didn't feel a tinge of deception to not see his manager's face nor his voice. 

"And we have 30 minutes to spare !" Alex cheered, coming to high five Denise.

"30 minutes are enough to get prepared for next shift, we're not paid to get home early." Henrik said, provoking the grunts and complains of a few. 

Erik stayed silent, head craning toward the office - he couldn't see it from where they were, hidden by the shelves. 

"Toth asked me to his office at the end of my shift." Erik said, looking back at Henrik.

"Oh ? While you're there, could you ask him to maybe buy better coffee ?" He asked, arms crossed.

Erik nodded. "Alright."

"Please don't actually say it, that was a joke."

"I mean joke or not it's true, the coffee's terrible." Denise shrugged.

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Erik knocked at the office door. He waited for a few moments before Toth's voice rose from within it. "Enter, boy."

He opened the door ; despite having seen the office many times through the windows giving into the room, it was still different to see it once inside. The turquoise walls seemed brighter inside. Istvan was sitting down on his office chair, a dark brown chair with wheels to roll around. The desk faced the door - entirely made of glass, pristine, too. He could see Istvan's entire body, nothing blocking the view where a desk usually would. Behind the desks were black filing cabinets with a cacti neatly placed to the side, other documents piling up and a diploma framed.

"Don't be shy." Istvan's voice called.

Erik took a few steps, closing the door behind him. From the office, he had an impeccable view over the shelves and warehouse - he could see Alex and Jan going back and forth - they were tasked with the closing of the warehouse. The manager gestured toward a chair in front of the glass desk. It was a dark brown chair, massive and made of leather - one that had seen better years, too. Erik sat in it, feeling his heart beat faster.

Istvan shifted in his chair into a more relaxing pose, letting his legs spread. Erik couldn't help but see the movement, fighting with himself to not glance down.

"Do you know why I called you into my office ?"

"I do not, sir." He answered. 

"You've been with us for a week now," Istvan announced, "and I wanted to talk to you about these last days."

Istvan paused, staring into Erik in a way that made him feel totally bare. He had to suppress a shudder.

"You have adapted yourself well into this job." He spoke slowly, "Not only have you adapted well into the rhythm, but there was no accident, no problem." 

Erik felt warmth spread in his chest, sparks flying around his body under the praise. He tried hard to not show it. 

"You are making me proud, dear boy. Your coworkers' first days were much more of a hassle."

Erik felt hotter - he snaked his hands between his legs as assurance to hide what will inevitably pop. Istvan's eyes flickered down briefly - horror melted in Erik then, shame coiling hard into his mind and face. The glass desk didn't allow him to hide, his manager could see every single one of his reactions.

"But that's not all," He said, pausing as if to make the wait more torturous, "you also became reliable for your fellow coworkers." Istvan crossed his legs - Erik fought hard with himself to not look. "That is an exploit, despite being new here, you already became an important part of the team. It's valuable."

Istvan shifted slightly, a hand rolling down to finish its course on one of his legs. The beige skin there striking against the black of his pants.

"We need more strong leaders like you, not just in this warehouse, but in society in general." He uncrossed his legs, spreading them a little farther.  His hand was now resting innocently on his upper thigh.

Erik resisted looking down, despite his eyes' own will to do so. He didn't realize the death grip one of his hands had on his knee. His head was feeling lighter, turning slightly - he was undoubtedly hard. And worst is, Istvan knew - he wasn't sure whether it was the thought of Istvan enjoying this or the shame that Erik couldn't hide from him that made his dick throb in his underwear.

"You've proven yourself an excellant employee." Istvan concluded, crossing his legs again.

That was then that Erik's resolved snapped, eyes finally setting on their prize, looking down on Istvan's lap. The outline of his cock was clear, the bulge alien in the neat, straight pants he wore. Erik felt his mouth water, his pair of secondhand jeans unbearably tight. Istvan uncrossed his legs, letting Erik see the bulge in its entirety, no longer hidden by his own leg.

"Are you satisfied, dear boy?" Istvan asked - it was almost lost in the echo of Erik's mind - empty but for one thing ; desire. Red, hot, and burning desire. 

The hand on his lap moved slightly as if to gesture up - Erik followed this wordless order, eyes reuniting with Toth's. It was then that he realized the question he did not answer.

"How do you mean?" Erik asked, making sure he heard that question correctly.

"Are you satisfied with your role, within the warehouse ? Do you like it, here ?" His manager asked, cocking his head to the side, feigning innocence.

"Yes," He let out, voice small. 

A few beats of silences passed between them.

"Is that really all you have to say ?" 

"No..." He forced out. "I... I liked it here. It's... it's good exercice."

Istvan's leg slightly moved back and forth absentmindedly. Mischief was clearly seen in his eyes. He wondered what exactly was funny about it all - Erik was so hard in his underwear from nothing but compliments - yet he felt unsatisfied, the one petname, the one praise that would make him drop to his knees, in a puddle of nothing but unrestrained want - the first thing that set motion to the addiction that Istvan's everything became for Erik - never passed Istvan's lips.

Toth curled his head on the other side. "Say it."

Erik's face burned bright red. "W-what do you mean?"

"You clearly want something from me. Say it." Istvan's voice was awfully calm, composed - a stark contrast from Erik's voice, small and broken by his own lust. "Here we value honesty, that any employee can speak freely."

Erik's voice died in his throat, mouth dry - a voice, in a corner of his brain told him that this was a misunderstanding, to not reveal what precisely Erik craved - though Erik himself wasn't sure, whether he'd prefer Istvan down his throat, or him draped over the damned glass desk, taken from behind until he cannot do anything but sob in pleasure. But his mouth was kept shut. 

Toth shifted slightly, patience seemingly never running thin.

"I-"

"You want to hear it again, don't you?" Istvan's voice said, dropping by an octave and so incredibly suave.

"Yes." Erik said in a sigh. 

"Hm... I'm not sure."

"Please." He whimpered - utterly gone now.

Erik was squirming in his chair, red and head dropped, one hand covering his bulge though it was useless - because Istvan knew, and Istvan saw.

"My, you must really crave for it."

"Please," a second, more urgent.

"Continue as you are next week, and maybe I will." Istvan said.

Erik let out a noise, barely human, barely put-together - a whine resembling a dog, its master withholding a treat.

"Next week, if you're good." Istvan said more firm, crossing his legs and concealing his crotch, as if to punish Erik farther. "Understood?"

"Yes, yes sir."

"Then you are excused. Go home."

Erik stood up so fast the world spun around him for a few moments, leaving the office with nothing but a small goodbye. His cock begged and wept in his pants, rendering each thought complicated to muster - each brush electrifying.

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The flat was blessedly quiet when Erik slammed the door shut behind him - door locking immediately. His cock throbbed incessantly between his legs, chaffing up at every step, and every movement against his slick skin and his boxers - he was sure the precum had leaked a huge wet patch on them. 

Erik dropped his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and kicked it down. His hand was trembling when it finally reached his drooling cock, red from the wait. The relief and want crashed over him, hand working on the length in fast long strokes - he didn't any type of lube but his own spit or precum, but he had waited for so long that the precum alone was enough slick to not be painful. Whimpers filled the quietness of the flat - it might have been too loud, but Erik didn't care, fist closing harder on the length chasing the pleasure. 

The orgasm hit fast, blinding him as his head hit the back of the door, shivering through the aftershock of his orgasm - he had spilt all over his hand and floor, leaving a sticky white residue. 

His heart was beating wildly in his torso, head stuck against the cool front door, panting with an open mouth. Despite the orgasm still shaking his core, it wasn't enough ; he felt his cock still hard, still throbbing. Fuck. Erik took a step forward, legs threatening to give out ; the pants lying at his feet made him walk weird until he finally got rid of them, letting the jeans fall to the floor, with a dull clank from the belt. 

Erik crashed into his bed - it was cold, a welcomed drop of temperature against the furnace that was his body. His dick was still up to attention, red and sensitive now that it was trapped between the bed and his stomach. He buried his head on the cold pillow, heaving deep to regain his breath.

He was still hard, every brush against the cover from moving bringing sparks of pleasure up his body. Erik eyed his hand - he had not wiped it, still moist with precum and his own spent. 

Something crossed his mind - his dick twitched at the thought. Erik turned on his back, propping himself up with his old pillow. He gave a few pump over his length, relishing in the slight over sensitivity and the sparks flying at the edge of his vision.

Slowly, he brought his ruined hand down, caressing oh so softly against his belly, descending further - he passed his aching cock, ignoring it, then traces the seam on his balls to land a finger against the pink rim of muscle. He circled it once, twice, relishing in the precum cooling down the heated skin there.

Then - breached. 

Erik tensed his jaw as he slowly pushed his finger inside - the slickness helping but not enough. It was odd, feeling this part of himself filled - he slowly moved the digit in and out, dragging along the walls, testing the water. His cock twitched helpelessly from lack of stimuli. The strangeness slowly gave out to a pleasing sensation - digit moving in and out faster and trying to go as deep as possible. 

Erik added another finger, spitting on it just in case - it went in smoothly, a burning sensation at the stretch, Erik chased the sensation. He had heard of that spot inside, the prostate, but never did he ever try to seek it out on himself before. Curious fingers dug around, dragging over the walls and searching until-

Erik moaned loudly, hips staggering to drive the fingers deeper as a sudden sensation sparked behind his eyeballs. Fuck it felt good - his dick leaking into a puddle in the crook of his stomach. He pressed against it again, feeling the warmth in his stomach inching closer and pleasure coiling, white covering his vision.

Erik took himself in hand, frantically matching the pace set by his fingers, hitting the spot again and again - he couldn't think, only continue the movements as pleasure built up in the stomach, head uselessly thrown back over his pillows and mouth hung open. 

In his mind he could only think of Istvan and the outline of his cock, the way he had him at his total mercy - Erik wished those fingers weren't his, but Istvan's, or better yet, were Istvan's dick, dragging in and out of him in a brutal and unforgiving pace, nailing that spot perfectly each time. Erik's legs trembled, toes curling as the needy movement of his hips became more urgent, more rushed, fingers shoving themselves deeper - he added a third one, the stretch hurting - the finger too dry, but he didn't care and continued to drive in that spot again and again-

Erik cursed, a name falling around his mouth and threatening to spill - pleasure bursting and cock releasing another load on his own stomach. The second orgasm hit harder than the first. 

He stopped the movement of his fingers, taking them out and hissing at the loss - but his other fist continued stroking the shaft, milking the sensation until his dick hurt, red and overspent.

Erik fell boneless against the mattress a second time, utterly spent. His cock twitching and red, finally sated at last. 

He fell asleep fast, sated and happy.

Chapter 3: At your mercy

Notes:

My very good friend transloratyrell wrote a oneshot based on this AU !!! GO READ IT ITS AMAZING : link to the oneshot

On another note, the writer's block hit me *hard* for that one so I'm sorry if it's of lower quality than the previous ones.

The supermarket was where Erik would usually get his food. It was close enough to his flat that he didn't need to use the bus, by feet was enough.

Being on a tight budget was hard, some days more than others. Erik would prioritize frozen, prepackaged or canned food which were usually cheaper and helped get the few meals he could afford in. It was a hassle, but he was used to it, now.

The small convenience store was quite full when Erik arrived, with an old beat up plastic bag he would use to carry groceries shoved deep into his pocket. He knew where to go by heart now - fresh produce was useless, it would be quite costy for his budget and prone to go bad and having to throw it in the bin. The first shelves were bread and the likes - Erik grabbed a pack of toast. It was cheaper than bread and would actually last longer. Then, it was the prepackaged meals. He grabbed some canned bolognaise, a few packets of noodles - Erik eyed the shelf. There was a packet of three for a reduced price, so he grabbed that one instead. He didn't know this brand, so it was the occasion to try them.

The next stop was frozen food - but before the frozen section, was the candy and sweet one. Erik lingered in front of it, staring at the colourful packages and sugary treats. 

His budget wouldn't allow it. Erik had around 700 kurona for the week's grocery. 

He stepped foot in the candy section. He knew it was useless, he would only be able to look, and not buy anything. His eyes wandered around ; gummy bears, sour candies, lentilky, party mixes with so many different kind, snehulky... Then the lollipops. He always loved them ; Erik used to steal them when he couldn't have the money to buy them, hiding them down his pants. The wrinkly plastic used to chafe and be uncomfortable against his underwear but it meant getting his sweet treats later - so he'd endure it. 

Erik picked up one packet - the lollipops were of different flavour ; coca-cola, green apple, orange and cherry. Cherry-flavoured lollipops were always his favourite. His friends used to tease him about it, saying coca cola was the only true flavour for a boy like them. He never listened to them.

Perhaps he could buy them if he let go of the pre-cooked rice...

"Well well well. Isn't it my dear boy." A very familiar voice called.

Erik suddenly felt his whole body lighting up - warmth spreading despite the surrounding cold from the freezes.

"Hello." He said.

"Buying some groceries I see." Istvan remarks, head tilting to the side. "And I see you also make sure to stock up on some sweets."

Erik couldn't help the blush rise to his cheek. It was ridiculous - he was an adult... somewhat. Being caught eyeing sweets by his manager was not something Erik wanted to live through. He quickly returned the bag of lollipops to its rack.

"I just-"

"It's OK, boy. Nothing wrong with it." Istvan said, hands tracing a pack of party candy. "I was about to send you a message, but it's good that I saw you here when I did. A coworker called in sick, for tomorrow afternoon. If you can replace her."

"Yes." Erik answered quick - a bit too quickly. "I mean- I can. I don't- I don't mind."

"Good." Boy, good boy- Erik's mind hoped. "I'll text you the details. Oh and I must warn you; this won't be your usual team. But I have no fear that you'll adapt yourself well working with them."

A wave of pride fell through his body as Erik nodded, clutching his grocery bag a bit harder. Istvan eyed him, grinning like he knew - and took a step back.

"Well, off you go now." He flickered a hand away, turning his back.

Erik did so, continuing his grocery shopping.

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Erik entered the warehouse. It was cloudy, but no rain had yet breached the sky. 

When he entered the locker room, there was already some people inside - all that he did not know. They didn't mind him much, greeting him and getting back to their own things. There were a lot more woman than there was in his usual team, though.  The sole other male coworker high-fived him when he saw Erik, expressing his relief to not be surrounded by women anymore and to "watch for their claws" - whether he meant it that they were aggressive, or that they had sharp nails, Erik didn't know for sure. Glancing down on their nails most had kept them short safe for one, who had longer nails painted an ocean blue.

When Erik exited the locker room to look at the whiteboard, he was surprised to see his name had already been inscribed on it, neatly written in what he guessed to be another person's handwriting - which was the most flowery bit of cursive that Erik ever had the misfortune to try and read - the letters blending and jumping around each other in a way that was torturous for him to decipher. He turned briefly toward the office to find Toth staring at him, query clear in his face. 

Erik couldn't help the blush rising to his cheeks, eyes turning back to the whiteboard and the indecipherable handwriting. The young man squinted, trying to make sense better - what that an n or an r ? 

"Can't read ?" One of his new coworkers called. She was a red head, with a sweet smile. Her tagname said Anna. 

"I-" He felt shame raise to his head. "I can't read cursive well."

She taped the intelligible words with her nail. "It says you're in stacking all day, and your pause is at half past three." 

"Thank you."

Erik turned to get the first cart of the day to begin loading. He was eventually joined by another coworker for this -Ellie was her name- the both of them splitting which package to take in order to work faster - it was mostly small packages, nothing heavy requiring both of them - but for the heavier package Erik handled them (not because she did not want to - but because Erik hardly imagined her being able to lift anything with her big chest getting in the way).

One of those packages was around the size of a microwave, but with the way the content inside sound when moved - it was made of a fuck ton of small plastic things. He hauled it up over his head to put it on the shelf rather easily. He heard his coworker whistle.

"Nice muscles !" Ellie complimented. "How much do you bench?"

"I haven't been to a gym in years." A pause. "I used to bench something like 70 kilos ? When I was a teen."

Erik remembered when the foster family he stayed with around 15 years old let him get a gym membership - payed for, as well. It felt good, and he had spent almost all his free time there.

"Not bad." She pondered for a moment, lifting another package to put it low on the shelf. "I bench around the same weight. A bit on the lower hand though, but hopefully soon it'll be more."

"That's good." Erik answered, beeping a package.

The rest of the shift passed quite quickly - he got along somewhat well with Ellie, they continued to talk about weight lifting and such, before shifting to films and hobbies. He couldn't quite concentrate as he felt Toth gaze on him. it didn't feel like the same, and when Erik would glance toward him, he would see his manager staring with a hardened gaze. It was difficult for him to guess what was behind his black eyes. 

"You know what ?" Ellie suddenly said in the middle of them sharing favourite films. "Let's go to the cinema together, they have a new Conjuring coming." A pause, she cocked her head to the side, eyes growing darker. "Then afterwards, we can go back to my place, or yours, if that interests you ?"

Erik's eyes looked past her for a second, staring at Toth, staring at him with a well-guarded expression. A memory flashed then - of what happened last week's shift, the office, the promise of a good job done.

"I'll have to think about it."Erik said, not wanting to let her down so quickly.

"No pressure !" Ellie answered sweetly. "I'll be back," she left in direction to the restroom.

Erik nodded, not quite looking at her and dove into the break room right next to them. He was alone within it.

He didn't plan to spend the whole of the break in there - he would usually shorten them. Erik simply dug around the cupboard to pull out his usual cup - a chipped red and white one. The coffee was bad - but thankfully Erik always was a more tea person. They had a few teabags to choose from. Erik extended his hand to choose one.

"I see you are indeed adapting yourself very well." Toth's delicious voice came from behind him.

Erik froze despite himself, the words caressing his back. Turning on his heels, Erik found his manager standing there, a smirk extending on his lips, wearing a usual black buttoned shirt, collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. Erik felt warmth spreading around just by the tone he used.

"Yes, sir." Erik swallowed.

Istvan took a step forward to take a cup from the cupboard - a black cup with golden details around the handle. 

"What were you two discussing about ?" He asked innocently, fingers brushing Erik's to take the same teabag he was about to - earl grey.

"She invited me to the cinema tomorrow. We have a few favourite films in common."

Istvan hummed "That is good."

Erik frowned. Wouldn't that be not good ? 

"Getting to know your coworkers and form bonds is good for work." A pause. "You should accept."

Erik nodded. "Alright."

The young man took the hot water in the kettle to fill Istvan's mug. The manager smirked at him and left right after that.

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Ellie had given him until 19:45 - the film starting at 20 o'clock, it would give them enough time to talk a bit before and to get tickets. They both ended shift early enough that it left Erik some time to get ready. 

When Erik stepped foot out of the locker room, the warehouse was loud - loud with the sound of rain battering down on the ceiling. He let go of a sigh then. Most of his coworkers had already left, he was the only last one inside.

Erik walked to the entrance, hand on the handle and fluffing up the flimsy jacket he had around his shoulders.

"Where do you think you're going ?" Istvan's voice called from the side. "I didn't wait for you to get out just so you can slip past me."

Erik craned his neck to the side. Istvan had a big coat around him, car keys at the ready.

"I'm driving you home." His manager said, not an offer but closer to an order.

Erik felt his guts churn at that.

Istvan's BMW was parked right next to the entrance so even Erik got soaked, he was drier than he would be if he had taken the bus instead. The road was barely visible when the car joined the trafic - the rain had engulfed everything, leaving puddles everywhere and forcing Istvan to crank the windshield sweepers to their maximum speed.

"Tonight is that date with Ellie, isn't it?" Toth asked. His glasses had droplets on them.

Glasses suited his face well, Erik found. it was a shame he didn't wear them more.

"It's not a date. We're just going to the movies."

"Sounds like it is very much a date. What did she say again ? 'we can go to my place or yours, if that interests you' ?"

Erik eyed his manager. He was not there when she said that. Worse yet, she was facing the other direction - Erik was the one facing Toth from his office.

"How ?"

"I have eyes and ears everywhere, dear boy. I know. They're called CCTVs."

"Oh."

"So. This is a date indeed." A pause. "And there's no way in all of Hell that I will let you go there dressed as you are."

Erik blushed bright red then, hugging the backpack on his lap. 

"My clothes are fine, I can-"

"No, no, no. I will help you get dressed. We can't let you go to a date looking like a vagabond."

Istvan took the familiar turn to Erik's flat, parking right in front of the entrance. Before Erik could argue further, he had already exited the car. 

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It was the first time someone else than Miss Agnes was in his flat. If Erik had known Toth would come, he would have at least tidied up the room a bit further. There was a stack of dishes in the sink- a pile of underwear was littering a corner of his bed, one sporting a familiar type of white stain. Erik couldn't help but feel ashamed at the state of his room.

It didn't seem to bother his manager, as he waltzed directly in direction to his closet, in the corner of his room.

"Well," Toth started, taking out and looking through his tee shirts. "Let's see what you have here."

Erik was standing in the middle of his studio, not sure how to react. 

"Do you want something to drink, or eat ?" He offered, trying as he could to at least be a good host.

"Don't bother boy, I am perfectly hydrated." 

"Are you sure ?"

Istvan stopped looking through his clothes to cast a glance in his direction.

"As sure as I can be. Now, I'll admit you don't have much choice."

The older man took out one of his old long sleeved shirt. He felt the fabric between his fingers and threw it on the bed. Erik kept watching him, not knowing how to react.

"Well are you just going to stand there ? It's a date remember. Go take a shower. I'll find you an acceptable outfit meanwhile."

"Shower ?" Erik echoed.

"You do know what a shower is, yes ? Stand under a stream of water and rub your skin with soap." A pause. "Why aren't you under it yet ? Get a move on, boy."

The young nodded, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and closed the door of the bathroom. He took a quick shower, making sure to scrub his skin raw and thoroughly wash his hair.

His heart was beating wildly, with Toth not only inside his house but going through his things. It felt like his manager would discover his dirty secret just by standing near. Erik turned the water cold in an effort to calm himself - now was not the time to get a boner.

When he hopped out of the shower, Erik quickly dried himself off and slipped on his clean boxer shorts. He peered out of the bathroom to find Istvan waiting against the wall of the bed, holding clothes by his arm. 

"Can I have them ?" Erik asked, sneaking a hand out of the door.

Istvan's black irises deepened. "Get them."

Sparks flew across his body at the order. He understood then. Erik slowly opened the door and walked to Istvan. He didn't miss the way his dark eyes swept over his body, barely hidden pleasure coiling behind them. Erik was lying if he said he didn't like the thrill of it - the way he was the one to make him react so.

Erik grabbed the clothes from Istvan's grasp, finding them easily taken - he was almost sure Istvan would have make him work for those clothes, and Erik would have been all to happy to sunk on his knees for it.

Flames flared up his body as his cock slowly gained interest - both under the very delicious image of sucking his manager off and the knowledge that Istvan was currently eye-fucking him with little restrain.

Erik eyed the clothes ; it was a white tee shirt with black pants. He dressed slowly, taking a few steps back to let some space between his manager and him. He made sure to tuck the shirt before slightly pulling it out. 

Istvan looked satisfied then, arms crossed and eyes glinting with something Erik could not quite place. Pride, perhaps ?

"One last step now, boy." Istvan said, digging in his pocket.

Toth pulled out a small vial of perfume; the golden liquid sloshed around the squarish glass. It looked expensive. But most importantly, this was Toth's cologne. Erik took it carefully, eyeing the liquid.

"Come on boy. Spray some on you."

Erik did so - around his shirt and on his neck. 

It felt strangely intimate, having Istvan's personal cologne all over him. Erik extended his hand toward the older man to give the perfume back, but all that Istvan did was put his own hand up in refusal.

"Keep it boy. I can buy myself ten more." 

Erik opened his mouth. This shit was expensive, he couldn't just keep it.

"I can't-" An exhale. "This is probably worth half my rent."

"And ? This is a gift, boy. Keep it. It suits you just fine."

The young man nodded, carefully setting the perfume down.

"Well, it looks like you're all set." He walked to the frontdoor, Erik at his heels. Istvan glanced one last time toward him. "Don't forget to tell me how it goes, with Ellie."

He didn't let Erik say goodbye that he already closed the door.

---

What Ellie forgot to mention, when talking about The Conjuring, was that it was a horror film. 

Erik had never watched a horror film in his life, much less for a date, so when the horror had begun to settle in, Erik was surprised. 

Some scene had him stare with widened eyes, gripping his chair in surprise while Ellie watched on with a slight smile on her rosy lips. Some part of the film he could handle - there was some violence in it ; Erik was never queasy with blood, had both broken and mended bones in himself and others. Those parts got no reaction from him, but he had to admit, some of the atmospheres were so tense he was almost sure he sweat right through the chair of the theatre.

He made sure not to mention it, when they left the theatre in direction to Ellie's flat. She didn't seem that fazed by the film, talking about the actors and anecdotes she saw about the behind the film's making. 

When they arrived at her flat, it was much bigger than the studio he rented to Miss Agnes. Ellie also made sure to mention her roommate she shared the space with was gone for the night. So when she called for him from her bedroom, Erik knew there wasn't much to refuse.

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Knock knock knock

Erik's eyes slowly opened. He felt tired, groggy even. 

KNOCK KNOCK

With tired eyes, the young man looked around. He was back at his flat. He slept with his shirt and boxer briefs on, and on top of the cover. His mouth felt very dry.

KNOCK-KNOCK

Erik's mind snapped to focus, finally hearing the incessant knocking from the front door.  A sudden rush of panic flew through him - what time was it ? He grabbed his phone ; 12:37.

Fuck. He was late for the shift. But then Erik remembered, he had the day off ; Toth hadn't given him any shift for the day. 

The young man walked over to the front door, opening it. In front of him was Istvan, eyebrows frowned in clear annoyance.

"Did no one tell you keeping people waiting is rude ?" He asked harshly, widening the door to get past him.

Istvan invited himself in, taking the sole chair of the flat to post it right in front of the bed. 

"Do you want somethi-"

"I am perfectly well hydrated and satiated." A pause, he gestured to the bed. "Sit." An order.

Erik obeyed, sitting where he pointed to.

"How was your date with Ellie ? By the way you slept like a rock, I imagine she must have kept you up all night."

Images of last night flooded his mind - her blue sheets, her sweet moaning too high pitched, the heat around his length.

"We had fun." Erik said, looking down on his lap.

Istvan crossed his legs, sitting on the chair. His foot rested lightly against Erik's knee, keeping his legs wide open. He hummed, eyes not leaving his frame once.

"And that's all you had to tell me ?" He asked.

"No- we... We went back to her place, after the film."

"And what did you do?" 

Erik shrugged. "I fucked her."

Istvan's feet nudge against his knee, hiking a bit higher. His eyes stared intensely in his own, eyebrows open in unhidden curiosity.

"Oh really, now ?" A pause. "How ?"

"On her bed."

"From behind ? Or on her back ? Perhaps her side ?"

Erik felt warmth sneaking under his skin, the explosive cocktail of shame and lust marinating within himself. He shouldn't talk about that to Toth - it was private.

"We fucked that's all." Another shrug, another attempt of diffusing the conversation.

"I didn't help you just to get vague descriptions, Erik."

The young man felt the heavy weight of disappointment in Istvan's tone - the use of his name foreign, where he was always used to being called "boy", or "dear boy".

"She has nice tits." An attempt to get this over with.

"I do not care about her" Istvan replied, shifting in the chair. "How did it feel for you, boy ?"

A sudden flame coiled around his core, red colouring his cheeks.

"It felt good." Erik supplied.

"Was it pleasurable ?" His foot hitched higher, now resting on Erik's upper thigh. 

The boxer briefs had curled up with the sole of the shoe. Erik resisted the urge to move his hips - he kept them frozen in place. Istvan never made any move to touch him before - the simple thought of his shoe being so close to his crotch had made the fabric feel tighter. His boxers didn't help hide much either.

"Very." He let out.

"Were you the one on top ? Or did she pin you to take your pleasure ?"

Images flooded of last night ; her blue sheets hiding her face as he took her from behind, him naked except for the shirt, smelling so deeply of Istvan still. His dick twitched at the memory.

The shoe hit home, applying the slightest pressure against Erik's boner.

"I was." A whine - Erik curled on himself as he let his mouth fall open. "I took her from behind."

The young man sneaked a hand on Istvan's ankle, resisting the urge to buck into the pressure. It felt good - the pressure welcome to ease the ache, the need to be touched.

"Who were you thinking about, when you fucked her ?" Istvan asked.

A slight shift i pressure.

"You," Erik gasped.

The pressure became more intense, Istvan holding his foot pressed firm against Erik's hardened cock. The young man remembered what he thought rather clearly ; Istvan around his dick, sighing and ordering him around. His smell enveloping him, that damned cologne invading his sense. He had spilt then - the wrong name threatening to escape his lips.

Erik didn't linger afterwards, leaving rather quickly when Ellie was in the shower. He simply left her a text about how this was to be a one-time thing only.

"You," He whimpered. "I couldn't stop thinking of yo- ah, when I came, I almost called your name, in-mmm-instead of hers."

"What were you thinking about ?" Istvan mused. he shifted again, his own tent obvious in the neat black pants.

His resolve broke, hips starting to thrust against the sweet pressure. It was too dry - the underwear chafing against his length and the hard sole providing an oddness to it, but fuck it felt good. His mind emptied but for the sensation of it all - a relief he did not know he needed.

The pressure grew looser, prompting Erik to let out a whine, a protest as his grinding became more erratic to make up for the lost in sensation.

"Please- no please, I need-"

"Answer me" Istvan commanded. 

"You over me fuck- ordering me so that I would pleasure you well," another whimper.

The pressure came back as Erik continued to rub his aching dick against it. He felt close, precum already leaking a spot into the boxers.

"You'd like that ?" 

"Yes, yes." 

His movement grew more frantic, a familiar coil appearing in his core, like the fire slowly consuming everything in its wake.

"What makes you think you earned it?"

"I do as I'm asked." Erik answered breathlessly.

Fuck- he was close. Erik could feel the fire slowly growing more intense, head thrown back to reveal the column of his throat.

"And you think this is enough ?"

"Please," Erik gasped.

The pleasure coiled to nothing.

The pressure was gone, Erik was left to grind the air as his abused cocked spilt weakly at the sudden loss of the pleasure. A low whine of protest passed his lips, the frustration settling over what was once pleasure from the ruined orgasm. 

"Please, Istvan let me- fuck I need to cum please." He begged.

"You did, dear boy." Istvan said in a mischievous tone, smirk evident. "Continue as you are, Erik. And perhaps you'll get your prize."

He sat up, chair hooked under his arm to put it back in the kitchen. He left without further a word, letting Erik bask alone on his bed, sperm and precum cooling down in his boxers. 

Erik stayed there for a few heartbeats, letting his breathing return to normal. When he did, Istvan was gone already - the door closed, his only remnant the faint smell inherent to Istvan's being. His stomach grumbled, coiled painfully at the loss of food within it. 

His lunch consisted of a warmed up frozen burger. But when Erik turned to his kitchen to fetch it from the microwave, a small foreign package had been put on his table, the one right next to his front door. It was a pack of lollipops, with a note signed I. T. stuck on it.

His lunch was accompanied with a cherry flavoured lollipop that day.

Notes:

Hello ! Thanks for reading this chapter <3 Hope you enjoyed it !
PS : this was mostly written during a pretty bad case of the Not-Sleepies, so there is surely a lot of errors and mistakes, hence the lower quality. I'm really sorry about that ! If i can find the time, i'll perhaps rework this chapter to correct the mistakes and such.

Notes:

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Isterik Warehouse AU