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Wisps of smoke permeate the air, drifting underneath dim pendant lamps and creeping into every corner of the office. There’s no ventilation to clear the atmosphere, but Erwin doesn’t mind. He enjoys the rich, fermented scent lingering from his last cigar.
A fresh letter sits in his hand, one plucked from the stack of mail on his desktop. Refined, educated handwriting has scripted the name of his business on the face of the folio paper. It’s anonymous, but the quality of the wax seal indicates the sender must be of reasonable socioeconomic status.
That bodes well for Erwin. Wealthy customers are careless, squirrelly, and agreeable. They’re never satisfied with one visit—often back within a fortnight and requesting pricier services. They always need more, and Erwin can provide once he receives a substantial payment. He knows how to please customers and he knows how to keep them crawling back to his business.
The contents of the letter are to be expected. An interest in his employees, a promise of large sums of money, a flirtatious eagerness to initiate a business transaction. There’s a specific interest in fresh meat, or a meal that has remained relatively untouched.
Erwin frowns. He can’t seriously be expected to provide a virgin, can he? A quality like that is next to impossible to come by in this society.
The message is signed with the pseudonym Beast, an artificial title that Erwin finds quite pretentious. This potential client must think they’re some god of fornication to craft a name so arrogant.
Either way, they’ll pay well. Even if they don’t, the letter is enough of blackmail. This handwriting doesn’t seem forced—it must be their actual style. A handwriting comparison and a declaration to the public is enough of a threat to doom this elitist if they try to worm out of paying.
Finding an adequate performer may be difficult, though. Most of Erwin’s courtesans are older and experienced, proficient in dominant experience to please clients who want to be pleasured without having to think. Even his submissive types are lewd sluts, donning personas of innocence or clumsiness to entice grubby animals that want to taint something pure.
Erwin will likely provide one of the latter, one of his boys who has mastered the look of a naive beginner despite his count nearly reaching the hundreds. It’s an act, but his client’s cock won’t care enough to tell the difference.
He reminds himself to give Beast higher priority, sensing a generous repeat customer on the horizon. The letter is set aside, the next presenting itself underneath.
This work seems never-ending. With a sigh, Erwin decides to reward himself with a cigar.
As he checks his desk drawer, the door to his office creaks open a crack. Erwin glances up, wondering who on earth has the gall to invade his space unannounced. His men wouldn’t do that, nor any clients. Nobody should enter the boss’s room without permission.
“Who is it?” he calls, daring the intruder to reveal themselves.
Thin, slender fingers—like those of a woman—curl around the door, widening the gap to let the body enter. Brimming with trepidation, the trespasser slinks inside, revealing their small frame and suspicious eyes to Erwin.
It’s not a woman. Maybe not, anyways. The limbs are thin, though they’re built of muscles that must be sculpted with just enough testosterone. The shoulders are proportionally broad and the chest is flat, lacking breasts but making up for it with firm, contoured pectorals. They’re hidden under grey silk, blanketed in the thin, flowing dress covering the body.
Alas, most of the form is cloaked under that scrap of clothing. It hides a small waist and clings to solid thighs, stopping midway down them. Hairless, ivory legs are free for Erwin’s eyes to take in, pressed shyly together with crossed knees and bare feet furrowing into the floor.
No shoes? Where are its shoes?
Erwin jumps back up to its face and is instantaneously envious. That jaw is sharp, a perfect mix of femininity and masculinity, youth and age. The cheekbones are visible, but there’s just enough healthy chub covering them. A small nose is taking thin, filtered breaths, fighting against the polluted atmosphere threatening to clog its lungs. The diamond face is crowned with dark, luscious hair, an inky waterfall exactly opposite Erwin’s hairstyle. Narrow eyes hide behind the thin locks, set in a venomous glare with steel irises staring down their new target.
Bashful, yet resolved. How does this guest combine both simultaneously? Erwin’s amazed.
“Who’re you?” he asks, remembering that this stranger does not yet deserve his praise.
The door is clicked shut, the small frame pinning its back against it. “I’m looking for work.”
It takes a heavy amount of self-control to avoid saying yes immediately. Erwin wonders if this is a test from the powers above. Here is a perfect specimen, too perfect—there must be a catch. Something has to be wrong with this body.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
The visitor scoffs, his glare deepening.
Quite the way to respond to a potential employer, Erwin thinks. This candidate either doesn’t know whose office he’s in or thinks he’s mighty enough to act so boldly.
“My name is Levi.”
Pretty name, at the very least. Pseudonym or not, it’s a fine label for this product.
Erwin relaxes his shoulders, relieving tension he didn’t know he was holding. He ought to kick out this street cat, but he’s not going to throw this opportunity away.
“Did nobody stop you on the way to my office?”
“Nobody saw me.”
“None of my men?”
“None.”
Unbelievable. Erwin’s not manic about security, but it’s unsettling to think how easily this body made its way to him. He makes a mental note of it.
“I want work,” Levi repeats. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I understand that.” Erwin’s not deaf. “Do you expect me to take you in, just like that?”
Levi locks his jaw and folds his arms, small and defensive. “I don’t know. I’ll do what’s needed to convince you, I suppose.”
Desperate, yet flippant. Determined and reluctant. This enigma just grows more fascinating.
“You have a strange way of negotiating, Levi.” Erwin returns his attention to the drawer, cleaving open the cigar box within. He selects one and brings it to his fingers, pinching and testing the firmness of the roll. His large fingers are gentle but strict in their inspection. “Still,” he continues with a glance up at the applicant. “You’re too pretty to pass up right away. Step closer.”
Steel eyes glance back at the door as if bidding his exit farewell before naked feet bring the model to Erwin. The dress gleams with the sway of his hips, streaks of light following the creases in the fabric as it stretches over his pelvis. He tugs its hem down as he walks past a sitting area—two couches flanking a coffee table—and to Erwin’s desk.
Erwin picks up a cigar cutter. “Do you know what sort of business goes on here?”
“Do you think I’m daft?” Levi snaps.
Erwin doesn’t flinch. He guides the cigar’s cap into the mouth of the cutter. “Is that how you should be speaking to me?”
The tip of the cigar pops off. Erwin’s vibrant eyes find Levi’s.
“That’s not how you go about earning my approval.”
Levi throws his gaze elsewhere. “I just think it’s a dumb question,” he defends. “Of course I know what happens here. I know what I’m getting into.”
“What you might get into. You’re not accepted yet.”
Levi huffs nasally, trying to keep his reactions smaller, less noticeable.
Erwin lets him pout while he finds a brass lighter. He flicks the cap open and ignites the wide, yellow flame.
“Just give me work,” Levi mumbles, fixing the soft sleeve of his dress.
“No.” Erwin needs to mould this animal. Excessive privileges would be a terrible start. “You don’t take, and I don’t give.”
“Then…what—”
“You earn. I reward. That’s the system in place here.” Erwin hovers the tip over the flame, evenly rotating the cylinder. “You don’t seem to comprehend the first thing about this business. I’m inclined to think you genuinely are daft.”
Stabbed with indignance, Levi flares with rage. “I’m not,” he seethes, fighting to keep his temper restrained.
“Intelligent folks don’t come to work for me. They find work at the academies or the courts. Bodies matter more than minds here.”
“I’m not a fucking scholar, but—”
“Watch your tongue. That sort of language isn’t appropriate.”
Levi shuts up, his brow twitching. He’s a terrible interviewee with a sour attitude and no regard for due respect. If he weren’t so damn beautiful, he’d be tossed onto the street by now.
Although, that repulsive personality has some charm in it. Erwin’s finding pleasure in watching the rabid animal thrash.
“Fine,” Levi acquiesces stiffly. “I won’t swear.”
He can obey; what a wonder. Erwin inspects the greyed cigar tip and blows softly on it. It’s brought back to the flame.
“If you want me to consider you, you will ask. Not demand.” He doesn’t grace Levi with eye contact, not when nothing has been done to deserve it. “Try it.”
Levi’s humiliated, timid like a poor student sent to the principal’s office. He instinctively crosses his arms, then drops them a second later as if presenting his body will help his delivery. His body is rigid as he finds the words deep in his head, forcing them onto his tongue.
“Will…will you consider me for business?” He pauses. “Mr. Smith?”
Erwin grins, withholding a laugh. “Mr. Smith?” he asks, peering down the barrel of his smouldering cigar. “That’s the title you thought would be adequate?”
Levi’s pale cheeks are a hot red, a sight that Erwin is sure many clients would love. “You didn’t tell me what to call you. How was I supposed to—”
“In this House, I’m the Master. Most houses have that sort of hierarchy, Levi.”
“Well—fine. I didn’t know that.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Erwin sighs, shooting an arrow into Levi’s heart. “Try it again. Use your head, and add more courtesy.”
Levi’s fists clench into the fabric of his dress as he makes another attempt. “Will you please consider me, Master?”
Levi’s answer is phenomenal—the blood pooling in Erwin’s pelvis is enough proof of that. He follows the plume of smoke from his cigar tip up until he sees Levi’s expression again.
“Why should I?”
Perfect, thin hands smooth the dress back out, advertising to Erwin before Levi even needs to speak.
“I’m a good worker,” Levi begins. “I have stamina and strength. I can take a lot and I’ll accept a low salary.”
Erwin takes the virgin puff from his cigar as he listens. The taste is rich as it swirls in his mouth, a pleasant delicacy to enjoy during this show.
“Words of a desperate boy,” he reproves, smoke escaping his lips and licking his cheeks. “Anybody destitute enough will say that.”
Levi’s nose wrinkles at the sight of the expelled smoke. “I’m not just saying bullshit because I’m poor—”
“Language.”
Levi scoffs. “I’m not just saying that because I’m poor. I mean it. I’ll outlast any client or employee—wouldn’t you want a tireless worker?”
Cheeky prick, egging him on like that. No proper subordinate should taunt their master.
“You’re fit,” Erwin notes. “A little underfed, but not terribly so. Clean skin and washed hair—tell me, are you always this well-groomed?”
“I try to be.”
“And are you always wrapped up in dresses that are too small for you?”
Levi squeezes his thighs together. “No.”
“No. Just for me, then? Just for superiors you want to seduce into accepting you?”
Steel irises roll. “Kind of.”
“Well, it’s a wasted effort.” Erwin shifts back in his seat, disappointed with the seducer. “There’s no point getting pretty when your personality sours it.”
When Levi gets those insulted, angry wrinkles in his expression, that just means he’s losing and he’s panicking. It makes him antsy, desperate, and obsequious. Pissing him off subjugates him.
“I said I’ll do anything to convince you. Just let me prove myself—I don’t know. Let me do something.”
“Again with the demanding. I’d instruct you, but your head can’t seem to remember just one command for longer than a minute.”
In the startled silence that follows, Erwin relishes another serving of his cigar. He lets smoke billow around the roll and cloud his face while Levi scrambles for a response.
“Fine. Master,” Levi starts suddenly, and loudly. “I—well, please. Please tell me—no, will you please instruct me on what to do…Master?”
Absolutely delectable. Erwin’s hungry for more.
“Gladly, Levi.” He gestures his cigar to the wide desktop. “Kneel on my desk. I’ll evaluate your body.”
Levi scans the surface as if it were a cliff face he has to scale. He puts small hands on the mahogany and inches a knee up to the edge, but hesitates. Retreating, he strategizes a way to get up without his dress riding up.
Erwin watches the struggle, pondering. It’s adorable to see the newcomer fight for dignity, but it’s peculiar, too. Employees here embrace shame and vulnerability, something that this candidate is trying to avoid. Erwin finds his mindset fresh. Untainted.
Levi’s eventual plan is to be quick, throwing bent knees onto the table before anything between them is revealed. He scoots to the centre and kneels, his hips resting on his ankles and his hands keeping the dress’s hem in place.
He’s pretty, but he could be prettier.
“Straighten your spine and square your shoulders. Show me good posture.”
Levi does, even jutting his chin up, but his glaring eyes are fixed on his sculptor.
“Look at the magnolia.” Erwin nods to the massive painting hanging up behind him, a picture of hands clambering through thorny brambles to reach a snowy magnolia flower. “Don’t take your eyes off it.”
The glare dissipates as Levi looks straight ahead, transformed into an expressionless object. He’s ready for inspection now.
Erwin pinches the cigar between his teeth and shifts forward, bringing his hands to Levi’s. Every single digit is inspected, nearly worshipped. Once he frees them from the hem they clutch, he holds them in his own and marvels at just how small they are. Pale and dainty, nothing like Erwin’s.
They twitch against him and Erwin looks up to find Levi averting his head, his eyes wincing.
“The magnolia, Levi.”
“I can’t—can’t stand that smoke.”
This moment is when Erwin has to admit to himself that this pet will need a lot of work. Disappointed, he takes the cigar from his mouth and rises to his full height, looming over his toy.
“Many of our clients smoke.” Erwin grasps Levi’s chin, his broad palm covering the entire jaw. “You’re going to have to build a tolerance.”
He sucks a cloud into his mouth before drawing close to Levi’s face, close enough to kiss the creature.
Instead, he blows gently, dousing Levi in a thick, suffocating atmosphere. Levi grimaces and squirms in Erwin’s grip, his moist eyes slamming shut. He coughs, his throat scorched. Frantic hands clasp around Erwin’s wrist and tug, resisting Erwin’s training.
“Stop it,” Levi gnarls, fighting the urge to breathe.
“Hands down, Levi. Keep them in your lap.”
“The smoke—get the smoke away—”
“The smoke isn’t leaving until you obey. Hands down.”
Levi freezes up when Erwin draws the cigar back to his lips and he’s quick to obey before the threat is executed. He shoves his balled hands into his thighs, his body locked up and tense.
Regardless, Erwin repeats the process, exhaling and smothering Levi’s face a second time.
Tears prick at the corner of Levi’s burning eyes, but the horror of betrayal seems to wound him more. “No—you said—”
“You made me repeat myself, Levi.” Erwin digs fingertips into Levi’s cheeks, adoring how stupid his face looks when squished. “You chose to run your mouth instead of following orders. Do you think that’s right?”
“No—maybe not—but the smoke—”
“If you can’t stand the smoke, then you’re better off leaving. I’m not going to waste time making you comfortable.”
Levi shakes his head, remembering his plight and how important success is. “No. I’m fine. I’m okay.”
Erwin doesn’t know Levi’s background, but he doesn’t need to. All he needs to know is that it’s horrible enough to make him sickeningly desperate for help. Whatever hell he lives in is worth selling his humanity to escape from.
Erwin intends to purchase it. He will add this treasure to his collection.
“You may be, but I’m not,” Erwin counters. “I’ve had a techy child invade my space and demand my protection without giving any reason as to why he deserves it. He scoffs and pouts and resists. I’m not fine with what I’ve been offered.”
Levi incinerates his anger, reformed by utter dismay. “I’m—I’m sorry,” he starts, his jaw aching from clenched teeth. “I won’t resist anymore. I’ll be…polite.”
“You had your chance. You had several chances. I’m sick of babysitting an irritable child.”
Levi’s about to shatter, watching his life slip away right in front of him. Erwin’s taking a risk by daring to abandon him, but Levi’s a susceptible and simple target. He will believe Erwin’s threat wholeheartedly.
“I didn’t mean to. Please, I’ll do anything—”
“Anything but obey, it seems.” Erwin retracts his hand, surprised to see Levi try to follow it.
“Wait.” Levi wants to be held again since that proves he is wanted at all.
“And back to telling me what to do. You’re impossible to fix.” Erwin circles his desk, noticing Levi pivoting to face him. “I’ll at least do you the favour of seeing you out.”
“No.” In Levi’s panic, he flings himself off the desk and crashes on the floor, scrambling in a delirious effort to approach the god of his fate. “I’m sorry—Master. I am sorry, Master. I’m sorry.”
Erwin smokes as he nears the door, even-tempered and calculating. “Hmm.”
“Let me try again,” Levi implores, hobbling closer on quavery limbs. “Will—will you please give me another chance, Master?”
Erwin absolutely will, but he’s not done instilling fear in this fresh meat. He grasps the door handle.
“Please!” Levi captures the boss’s shin, clinging to it with those perfect fingers. His ass sits on Erwin’s shoe as he tosses his head up, peering at the Master high above him. “Please, Master. I’ll do anything you ask.”
Erwin sees the street cat at his feet, and in the forefront, he sees the curve in his own slacks. This little gem is so irresistible, too much for Erwin to turn down.
“Levi.” Erwin lets his hand drop from the handle, promising something to his hostage.
“Yes?” Levi squints at him from his thigh, refusing to free his leg. “…Master?”
Erwin allows no compassion to own his expression as he rests heavy eyes on the delinquent. “The next time I have to repeat myself, you’re leaving this office, this House, and never coming back. Is that understood?”
Levi nods once. “Yes. That’s understood.”
Erwin doesn’t praise him for his response. “Get up.”
In less than a second Levi’s on his feet, finger-combing his hair and pulling down his dress.
“Back to the desk.”
Levi whips around and marches back, his actions brimming with stiff obedience. He’s quite malleable now.
Erwin leisurely follows. “Palms on the desktop. Spread feet.”
Levi hunches over the desk, nailing down his hands and dropping his head. His feet are barely shoulder-width apart and awfully close to the desk, obeying orders as pathetically as possible.
Standing behind him, Erwin ensures he remains aptly out of Levi’s sight. “Magnolia,” he orders, and Levi understands. The black crop of hair shifts up so those grey eyes can watch the inanimate flower.
“Levi.” With a cigar in one hand and the other coasting over the dress’s fabric, Erwin evaluates his model. “When I order you to position yourself like this, do you remotely think I’m interested in seeing a hunchback?”
“…What?”
“I intend to inspect what my clients are going to use. That doesn’t include the vertebrae that are jutting out when you try to tuck your hips in.” Erwin traces a line down the small of Levi’s back, his fingertip rippling through the fabric. “I expect you to present yourself. Diffidence is discouraged when your Master is handling you.”
Levi’s fingers curl into the mahogany as the realisation seeps into his head. He emits a thin huff, frustration as his exhibition of shame.
“Fix it.” Erwin detaches himself, taking one step back. “Show me what you think is appropriate.”
With short, tight breaths, Levi takes his time to process. Wheels turn over and over in his head as he stares down the magnolia, crafting a proper set of instructions.
The bare feet inch away from the desk and drift further apart. The spine bends in the other direction, forming a smooth slide to his ass as his head lifts from between his shoulders. It’s an improvement, albeit a timid one.
The dress is struggling to protect Levi’s decency. Its fabric wrinkles in the crevice between Levi’s asscheeks, contouring the hidden delicacy. Erwin’s intrigued.
He smokes while rubbing the hem up Levi’s ass, exposing it to the light. Every muscle in Levi’s body tenses, mortified by the display.
He doesn’t protest or run, however. He hates this, but he’s permitting it.
“Hm.” Erwin’s enraptured by the sight of a small, round ass, adoring the shape and pale hue. It’s firm under his pinching fingers with not much fat present to give it any cushion.
Erwin kneels, putting himself at eye level with Levi’s backside. He squeezes one cheek, testing its density, before coaxing it to the side to peer within.
“S-stop,” Levi ekes out, his toes twisting into the floor.
What a peculiar thing for a candidate to say. How does he intend to be hired if he doesn’t demonstrate his primary asset?
“Why?” Erwin’s amazed by the fine, almost non-existent hairs lining the inside of the cheek—he doesn’t come across immature features like this often. “Did you not enter my office to give your body to me? I won’t accept it without examining it.”
“I—I know.” Levi twists his head and winces. “It’s just—embarrassing.”
Embarrassing. It would be for common folk, but Levi has purposefully walked into a house of pleasure with every intent to work here. He has no right to be embarrassed.
Erwin must analyse this peculiarity. He rises with the cigar perched between his fingertips and rests a broad hand near Levi’s, shifting his weight onto his arm and hovering over the tiny, statue-esque form.
“I’m curious.” Erwin bores his eyes into the top of Levi’s motionless head. “Is this some sort of demonstration?”
“I suppose? I’m…demonstrating my body—”
“That’s not what I mean. It’s your attitude—repulsed and uncomfortable with being observed. Embarrassed. Is that an act of naivety?”
“What? Why would it be?”
“Why, indeed? Either you’re putting on a timid persona to promote yourself and your acting range, or you genuinely are bashful about this process. Which is it?”
“The…the latter.”
This convinces Erwin to slow down. His acquisition has been shy from the start, but realising those feelings are genuine startles Erwin.
Because this timidness surely comes from inexperience. Erwin hasn’t recruited a spotless employee in years—nearly all of his courtesans have backgrounds of pleasure and entertainment.
Erwin circles behind his prey, dragging a palm over his ass. “When’s your birthday?”
“December 25th, 1831.”
He’s twenty-four years old. Well, at least he’s not a literal child.
“I see.” Erwin slots fingers between his asscheeks, feeling them clench around his digits. He sends a fingertip in search of Levi’s hole, eventually prodding at it and sending a visible shudder down Levi’s spine.
“F-fuck,” Levi hisses under his breath, his expression wrought with panic.
“I’ve already given you two warnings about your foul tongue—”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Levi immediately apologises. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“You never are.” Erwin circles the hole with a fingertip, watching Levi twitch and tense like a beginner.
Plus, the muscles are clean and puckered. Tight. Erwin has to confirm his suspicion.
“Are you a virgin, Levi?”
Levi shoots his head down, scoffing with a furrowed brow.
“No.”
“Magnolia,” Erwin reminds as he thinks on Levi’s answer. While the sharp jawline begrudgingly lifts again, Erwin wonders how Levi could be so confident in that answer. No part of his body nor his attitude is supporting his denial.
“Are you quite certain? You seem like one. You feel like one.”
“I think I would know,” Levi grits. “I’m not a virgin, I swear.”
“Very well.” With a shrug, Erwin dismisses the topic. Regardless of the truth, he still appears to be one. If he’s given adequate care, he can be sold as an untouched boy to clients. “Open your mouth.”
Levi lets his jaw drop an inch, exhaling through it.
He flinches when the cigar is brought to his lips. “No—”
“Hold this for me. Bite into it gently, and don’t suck on it.”
“It’s—it’s awful—”
“Bite, Levi,” Erwin barks, his tone dark and unforgiving.
Levi obeys, nimbly placing teeth on the roll and keeping his lips away from the wrapping. “Nh,” he groans, searching for a way to breathe oxygen instead of smoke.
“Don’t chomp into it, or you’ll ruin the cigar. I’d like to resume smoking it in a moment and I’d rather it remain intact.” Erwin makes his way around the desk. “Is that clear?”
“Nn–hn.”
“Good boy.” Erwin finds a glass vial in one of his desk drawers and twists it open as he returns to Levi’s backside. He hitches the dress up again before coating his fingertips in a dollop of slimy, transparent liquid.
He presses a wet fingertip into Levi’s hole, exerting more strength than usual to fit. His lack of elasticity means he’ll need quite a lot of preparation before rougher clients. Anyone can help with that—Erwin, one of the other courtesans, or Levi himself.
Levi spasms, coughing onto his cigar gag. His body is taut, but he’s making a valiant effort to stay quiet. He’s braced as though he’s having a bullet fished out of a wound, clearly suffering but attempting to convey strength.
“I just don’t believe you,” Erwin murmurs as his middle finger hilts in Levi. “You seem like you’ve never been touched in your life.”
The gagged candidate can’t answer. Erwin braces a hand against the small of Levi’s back and curls his buried finger, probing the insides and searching for sensitive spots. Every twitch and jolt that sparks in Levi’s body is mentally noted and connected to a particular motion or area. Erwin will memorise him, as he has with his other subordinates.
“You must relax. It’ll be easier for me to fit that way.”
His suggestion seems to have the opposite effect. Levi shoves his tongue into his throat to suppress groans as Erwin forces a second finger in, his body actively trying to expel the intruder. He’s stretched by Erwin’s digits, his ring searing hot.
Erwin enjoys Levi’s resilience. It’s delightful to watch him struggle in silence, a fresh sight after hundreds of moaning, whining mouths. As if remaining quiet will return him a shred of dignity, as if no noise suggests he dislikes this treatment. Whatever the reason, Erwin relishes the fight for composure.
It will be that much more glorious when he does break. Erwin vows to rip noises of pain and pleasure from this beginner’s throat, shredding him until he forgets who he is.
A third finger makes its way in, the digits scissoring and curling inside Levi. Erwin must fight against the remarkably resilient muscles in Levi’s ass, barely winning in his effort to stretch them.
“Clients don’t want partners that reject them,” Erwin teaches. “If they struggle to fit in you, they’ll complain and demand a refund. I cannot allow that.”
Levi lets a scoff shuffle out, but he does make an effort to relax. Erwin feels his asscheeks forcibly lose tension.
“Better,” Erwin hums as he thrusts in and out at a painfully slow tempo. The squelching, mushy sounds fill the air, stinging Levi’s ears and pleasuring Erwin’s. “Though this is merely a warmup. You’ll be expected to take far more than a few fingers.”
Levi has no reaction to give to that. He takes a filtered breath and keeps staring.
“But if you’re not a virgin, you should be used to the feeling.” Erwin’s free hand plucks the cigar from Levi’s teeth, bringing it back to his own lips. “Isn’t that right?”
Levi swallows down a pool of saliva and runs a hydrating tongue over his teeth. “That’s right. Master.”
“Good. Let’s see if that holds true.” Erwin loosens the fall front opening of his trousers while smoking, freeing a line of brass buttons running down the length of either hip. Underneath the flap, he undoes just a few centred buttons to access his drawers.
The shuffle of fabric startles Levi, like he isn’t expecting what’s coming next. He wants to glance back, to confirm his worry, but he’s intently focused on the magnolia. Thoughts whirl in his head like a cyclone, scrambling to coalesce into something fluent.
What he fears is coming true. Erwin shuffles his cock out, bringing his drenched hand to wet the stiff shaft. It’s been teased by the sight of this bumbling stranger long enough and it demands satisfaction.
“You’re—you’re going to…” Levi can’t even finish a sentence. He can’t bear to express what’s about to happen.
“Yes, I am. Any good merchant tests their product before they sell it.”
“But I’m n-not…” Levi stammers as his hole is kissed by Erwin’s tip, frozen from its touch. “Not ready.”
“That’s to be expected. Virgins tend to be reluctant about being deflowered.”
Trepidation switches back to irritation. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Then what is there to prepare for? This will be nothing new for you.”
“But—gh—”
Erwin grips Levi’s hip and pushes, bullying his way inside. Levi’s legs try to resist, to hold himself up, but they give way and succumb to Erwin’s pressure. His hips bury into the desk’s edge, pinched between it and Erwin’s invading member.
He drops to his elbows as Erwin’s sizable cock fills him, fusing his lips together to mute pained sounds. He’s able to take Erwin, though not without discomfort.
“Good start,” Erwin comments, pressing Levi’s back into the desk. “Nearly hilted.”
Nasally exhales are Levi’s response, the bottom bearing through the procedure as stiff as possible. His abs rub against the mahogany, forced forward by Erwin’s weight. He tries to think straight through the ache, reminding himself of the gravity of the situation.
“I’m—” he starts suddenly, right as Erwin bottoms out. “I—I am okay with this. I am.”
Erwin fixes the slipping dress. “I didn’t ask for your permission.”
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Levi snaps.
Unless he’s a medium communicating with the dead, Levi must be talking to himself. Erwin lets smoke swirl in his mouth as he analyses Levi’s consent. Consent not intended for Erwin’s peace of mind, but for Levi’s.
Erwin’s doubt only heightens. The most prominent reason for self-assurance is the removal of something precious—in this case, his virginity. His supposedly absent virginity. Erwin cannot accept the notion that Levi has been used previously. It’s simply not possible.
“You’re in no position to give me that sort of attitude.” Erwin lurches forward, pressing a forearm onto Levi’s spine until the smaller body gives out and sinks into the desk. Cloaking Levi, Erwin rests his cigar in a waiting ashtray. “I’m not in the mood to be gentle with you anymore.”
“Were you ever?” Levi mutters under his breath.
Heavy hands gouge into ivory arms, grasping their fucktoy. “Any more snide comments before I begin?”
Levi swallows thickly and takes a grounding breath. “None, Master.”
“Good answer.”
Erwin rolls back and snaps his hips in, shooting a rush through Levi’s body. The bottom buckles, clinging to the desktop with his forehead glued down and his teeth bared. His breaths are noisy but he keeps his vocal cords still.
Erwin develops a tempo. A slow one, to allow the rookie to get accustomed. He drags his length through the canal steadily, sensing every twitch and spasm inside Levi. It’s perfect: untarnished but accepting. It wants him no matter the discomfort it must undergo.
“I seem to have forgotten my irritation,” Erwin admits, dripping his words into Levi’s ear. “Your body is good at apologising for you.”
Levi’s eyes are slammed shut, forgetting the magnolia. Erwin allows it. “Glad you’re pleased,” he hisses in a strained voice.
“I’m falling in love with this demeanour, Levi. I want to see how long you can keep it up.” Erwin steps up his pace, sending shudder after shudder down his treasure’s spine. “Let’s test how resilient you truly are.”
“Try me.”
Erwin comes alive with that dare. Like a bloodthirsty carnivore, he lets a wicked grin flash across his lips as he straightens up, securing hands onto Levi’s hips. “Gladly.”
He makes his next thrust forceful, and the one after that. Levi lets half a groan slip out before he shuts up, gnawing into his lower lip. It’s intense for him, exactly as Erwin wants. He’ll go until Levi snaps.
The rhythm is fierce now, Erwin tearing into Levi without mercy. He plunges his full length in every time, then winds back until he’s about to exit. Then back in, and back out. Over and over and over, rocking Levi’s frame on the desk while the bottom winces and locks up his lungs. He breathes rarely, but quickly, fearing every exhale may turn into a whine.
Under the sound of skin slapping skin, Erwin huffs out quiet growls from the pleasure of Levi’s body. His ass is hugging him tightly, taking his cock exceptionally well. Erwin hasn’t felt a body this phenomenal in ages and he cherishes this meal. He brings his thighs closer to Levi’s, caging the snowy legs, before readjusting his angle and pounding in hard.
“Gh!” Levi grunts, bursting with unprecedented, painful pleasure. He cannot decide if this is enjoyable or not. “Hn—mm—” He stops his pathetic bile with his own hand clapped over his lips, shoving his whines back down his throat.
“Oh, absolutely not.” Ruthlessly, Erwin rips the tiny wrists away from Levi’s head and pins them against his spine, depriving his subject of such luxury. “I will hear you. You’re not allowed to muffle yourself.”
Levi’s expression is contorted with agony as he nails a temple to the mahogany. His body spasms around Erwin, his temperature elevating as sweat glistens on his back. “Sh-shit. Shit!”
“Again?” Erwin scolds. “How daft are you?”
Levi writhes, kicking toes into the floor and twisting his back underneath Erwin’s pin. He’ll spit up a genuine cry at any moment, failing to withstand the torture.
“I’m n-not—ah!” he whines, succumbing to Erwin’s power. “Not—ngh—daft! I’m not!”
“More.” Erwin squeezes Levi’s shaking ass and refuses to let his tempo slow. He’s not satiated yet.
“N-no—nh—” Levi holds his breath again, choking up his airway.
“I’m not stopping until you moan for me. Let it out.”
Erwin tucks an arm under the bend in Levi’s pelvis and hoists up his ass, situating his body for deeper penetration. Like a battering ram, he drives in, hitting a deep, sensitive spot inside.
Levi cries out, a heavenly sound to Erwin’s ears. Each subsequent thrust earns another breathy groan, completely unlocking Levi’s resistance.
“It—it’s deep. It’s—hah—so deep!”
“I know,” Erwin cruelly soothes, his voice soft in contrast to his action. “It’s good practice for you.”
“No—I don’t want—gh! Oh—hah!”
“What? You don’t want this?” Erwin frees his wrists to scoop an arm around his chest, lifting him from the desk and clutching him against his own body. Levi’s brought to his toes, teetering as Erwin pounds the daylights out of him. “You came to me asking for this, Levi. You know this is exactly what you want.”
Levi’s head is fixed to Erwin’s clavicle with a broad, firm hand, his jaw upturned so his moans can float right to Erwin’s ear. His breathing is hoarse and strained, crawling out of an elongated throat.
“It—it hurts—hurtssomuch—”
“No, it doesn’t. Embrace it, and it’ll feel better.” Erwin drops his head beside Levi’s, inhaling the faint smell of sweat and cheap soap. He hugs Levi until his ribs are crushed, his cock churning his insides simultaneously. “Don’t you want to work for me? Don’t you want my protection?”
“Y-yes,” Levi fires out. “I—nh—I do.”
“Take me, and I’ll accept you. Be a good boy and let me use you.” Erwin hovers his lips near Levi’s ear, his smoky breath ghosting across its shell. “Will you do that for me?”
Amongst the tremors and spasms wracking Levi’s body, a wave of frissons rushes along his skin. He nods in Erwin’s palm, his eyes screwed shut. “Yes, Master. Yes.”
“Good. That makes me very happy, Levi.”
Erwin fucks freely. He ravages Levi’s hole, demolishing any sliver of decency in his new candidate and submerging himself in the pleasure of this timid body. Levi’s whines are tiny and stuttered, spilled out of pure necessity rather than pleasure. He cannot take this treatment silently, and that pleases Erwin.
“You’ll make a perfect courtesan,” Erwin murmurs, his breaths ragged and hitched by his pace. “I’ll mould you. I’ll make you the best in my collection.”
“You’d—ah—better. You’d better.” Levi grips Erwin’s waist behind him, digging thumbs into his abdomen.
“I’ll make you mine first,” Erwin assures as he feels his body bloom, creeping closer to orgasm. “My seed will fill you before anyone else’s.”
“I’ve—ngh—been filled before—I have!”
“You don’t even know what you’re saying.” To stop his lies, Erwin plants a hand against his navel and pounds so rapidly Levi goes delirious, a slurry of incoherent words and groans dribbling out of his agape lips.
Erwin peaks with a gruff, “There. Take me.” while he pumps his spurting shaft into Levi, coating his canal with every drop of semen he can milk out of himself. Levi shrivels up as he feels the fluid inside him, stunned by the sensation.
Erwin slows, gently gyrating until he’s descended from his high. His strength wanes and he loosens his grip on Levi, guiding the exhausted fucktoy back to his heels.
A grunt shoots out of Levi’s lungs as he collapses against the desk, and on instinct, a hand flies back to throw the dress’s hem over the ass Erwin has abandoned. It’s like he’s trained to keep his decency intact.
Erwin sighs to himself as he wipes his cock down with a procured handkerchief before tucking it back into his trousers. His candidate is splayed across his desk, thighs twitching and chest heaving. It’s not what he expected to see when he entered his office this morning, but a sight like this ought to be commonplace by now.
But this one is special. That body is so flawless it’s ethereal, and Erwin has already committed to claiming it as his own. He’s put his seed in it, and now he’ll add it to his roster and groom it to be his best courtesan. His most obedient pet.
He mentally thanks Levi for appearing in his life. Never has such a beautiful opportunity been presented to Erwin, and he intends to make full use of it.
“Levi,” Erwin calls, snapping Levi out of his slump.
Hands plant themselves on the mahogany to upraise a torso slicked with sweat, but still brimming with strength. He might genuinely have good stamina after all. “What?” the black cat hisses.
“You’re done here. Get out of my office and head to the staircase at the north end. Go to the second floor.”
Levi lumbers around to face Erwin, balancing himself on shaking legs. “What?”
“Staircase. Second floor. There’s a washroom past the rear door. Go get cleaned up. I’ll have one of my men fetch you in ten minutes.”
“I—wait, am I—”
“Go. I have work to do.” Erwin returns to his seat, back to work as though he hasn’t just demolished a virtual stranger. “It’s not my job to hold your hand every step of the way.”
Stunned, Levi backpedals unsteadily to the door, feeling the squelch of dribbling semen between his thighs. “Fine,” he whispers, clutching the door handle.
Erwin takes up another letter and slices through its seal.
“…Thank you,” Levi adds reluctantly.