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Teddy knew better than to lie on an application. Truly, he did. He had just really needed the job. Bills were piling up and he couldn't really rely on his dad, his dad had his own bills and payments to worry about.
He didn't really want to work in an office with all the... people and drama. The absolutely mind numbing boredom, and the favoritism.
He wasn't really good at excel sheets. Maybe that why he was now here, waiting in a chair outside Mr. Ealdhall's office. Teddy had only been working for a couple weeks so he's a little confused about why he's already in trouble. Nobody gets called to the big boss' office unless they're in some deep shit. This had to be hell. That was the only explanation because Teddy was sitting in a cold sweat but he could feel the fires of hell on his spine. He felt guilty about lying on his interview and it was the only thing he could think about, it was technically the only thing he had actual done wrong since talking to the interviewer and starting work. It was such a small thing to lie about. Excel sheets aren't even a major part of his job so it shouldn't matter, but he had lied. It had brought up a few, easily fixed errors, but they were still errors in the grand scheme of things and it was the only thing Teddy could actual think that should even raise some red flags that he had lied, but it was such a small thing.
"Come in, Theodore. Come. Sit." Ealdhall called for him as another person walked out of his office. Dread filled Teddy, he couldn't even explain why if he tried. The air felt too cold in his lungs and too warm on his skin. He scampered into the older man's office like a puppy that had been caught chewing on the furniture, nervous as he sat down in the chair.
"Hi, Mr. Ealdhall." A shy greeting, Teddy already knew he was in trouble, might as well prostrate himself already. He didn't want to be fired because he was an asshole on top of being bad at his job.
"So. I heard you were having some trouble with the software the seniors are using. Why?" Ealdhall did not mince his words even a little bit. He wasn't cruel, just solid and blunt in the way he spoke. Ealdhall was comfortable, he was leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, in his wide backed office chair. The chair reminded Teddy a bit of those study chairs that were always in the fathers study in cartoons.
"Oh. I'm just a bit out of practice is all, why? I didn't think it was enough to grab your attention, sir." Teddy spoke softly, just fidgeting with his hands folded in his lap.
"One of the seniors is getting irritated with how many times they've corrected your work. Fix it, or if need be, you can go back over the excel system with one of the other team members later and relearn. I don't care, as long as you stop wasting their time." Ouch. Okay, message received. Ealdhall had a stern tone, as if he was the one irritated with Teddy and it was stressing him out a bit.
"Yes, sir. If possible, I would prefer the latter. Its better if I go back over all of it just incase." Teddy gave a little chuckle to try to lighten the mood but Mr. Ealdhall just stared at him with a blank expression. Mr. Ealdhall was a bit attractive if Teddy squinted. He didn't know the older man very well, so it wasn't an emotional attraction, maybe just the closeness with a man who had considerable power over him?
"Good. Is there anything else we needed to go over while you're here? Did you get that contract read and signed?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you get your tasks for the day done?"
"Not yet, but I'm almost finished."
"Very good. HR is putting out some new sexual harassment policies today and some paperwork assigned with that so make sure you get that done and turned in at a reasonable time, okay?" Ealdhall went down a mental list, his voice almost completely monotone. Teddy couldn't help but fluster inside, Ealdhall had praised him. Yes, it was in the context of doing his job, but it felt good and fuzzily warm.
"Yes, sir" Teddy couldn't help how dreamily his voice came out, he was stuck on the "good" part of Ealdhall's comments.
"You're dismissed, Theodore." Ealdhall called Teddy by his full first name, and Teddy wasn't sure why. Everyone else called him Ted or Teddy. Maybe it was just professionalism or something about control. Teddy walked out of the office, metaphorically tail wagging. He couldn't keep his mind on his work for the rest of the work day, his mind wandering to his collar sitting in his nightstand. He usually daydreamed about fictional characters or celebrities he's never met collaring him, but today his thoughts just would not get off that grey dusted hair of his big boss. Ealdhall was attractive, but Teddy didn't really think him super, mega hot. He was just older and in a position of power. That's kind of hot, actually. Teddy could get behind sucking him off.
Teddy fumbled through his day, irritating seniors and missing his lunch break. God, what a mess. Teddy finally clocked out and went to his truck. The drive home was unbearably quiet. Whatever, at least he could jack his shit in the privacy of his own home once he got home. What would it be like if Ealdhall collared him? Teddy can't imagine the older man being anything but stern and a bit mean. He ran the office like the navy, couldn't be much difference between the office and home. Maybe he's a sadist, that would work very well for Teddy. Teddy barely even registered when he got home and parked, heading inside and upstairs to his apartment. He slipped his collar on and relaxed into his bed, kicking his shoes off. Now, where was he? Oh, right, fantasizing about his boss. Ealdhall was a bigger man, over 6 feet by a little bit at least. Its easy to imagine weathered hands on him, stroking his head. Mr. Ealdhall's voice was gravelly in all the right ways despite his monotone inflection.
"You going to be good, pup?" Oh yeah, its easy to sink under, his hands skimming down his front, unbuttoning his slacks and shifting them out of the way. He can just throw them in the washer after if he makes a mess, he's got to do laundry anyways. He shivers, whining out a little response to his fantasy,
"Yeah, 'm gunna be real good."
"Good boy. Kneel." Its all too easy to imagine dropping to his knees and Ealdhall's hands cupping the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. insistent tugging, making sure Teddy does what he's supposed to. He hesitates, and quickly decides to be a brat and wait.
"What? Are you too stupid to undo my belt, or do I have to do that for you as well, puppy?" The insistent hands leave Teddy's head and start unclasping the silver buckle caging what he really wants. Teddy's sinking into the "stupid puppy" mindset. Ealdhall will do it for him, he'll take care of him.
"Come here, bubby." Fuck, Teddy is super hard. He reacts with a shiver to the softening of Ealdhall's voice, pressing forward to nose at the man's drool worthy cock. Weighty and a decent size. Teddy plants a few kitten licks to it, keeping his hands pressed to his thighs. puppies don't have hands. A little experimental suckle has the older man groaning above him and threading fingers back into Teddy's hair. Teddy decides to finally get to the meat and potatoes and practically inhales the older man, choking a bit for his trouble. Ealdhall's fingers tense in his hair, practically dragging Teddy off in a nonverbal order to slow the fuck down. Teddy submits and takes a healthy amount of his dick into his mouth, suckling and running his tongue around the underside of it. Teddy hums in delight at the musky flavor, drawing a pleased noise from Ealdhall.
Teddy's hands come up to paw at expensive woolen slacks. He's too distracted to remember any better. A rough hand curls itself in his hair and pulls him back off of Ealdhall's cock. Ealdhall's expression is one of disappointment.
"Theodore. Do puppies use their hands?" Oh. No. Teddy's been bad but his daddy doesn't seem angry with him, just irritated.
"No. Sorry daddy." Ealdhall's hand lets him go, letting him go back to sucking his dick, basically slobbering on it. Drool is already leaking down Teddy's chin despite him not doing all that much. Maybe its the musky flavor hitting his saliva glands that's making them overreact. Ealdhall's hand tugs Teddys further onto his dick, softer than Teddy had been with himself, all the way until the boy is nosing up against the neatly trimmed hair at his base. Ealdhall grunts in response, stroking the top of Teddy's head. He looks up at Ealdhall, focusing on the way the older man's face scrunches up, the specks of brown around his absolutely blown pupils.
"Fuck. Aren't you just a good boy? Come on, fuck. Fucking shit." Ealdhall moans lowly, his hips stuttering forward into Teddy's mouth. He was already pretty close, Teddy could already taste salty precum on his tongue. Teddy moaned and whined around Ealdhall, his dick was weeping all over him, his little strokes to it, doing nothing for his stamina to keep up this little fantasy. Teddy lathed his attention over the pronounced vein on the side of Ealdhall's cock, it feels like he's attempting to suck a hickey on his dick. cute. Ealdhall cums with a low groan, his hips shoving forward into Teddys mouth to spill onto the back of his tongue and into his throat. Teddy gags a bit, there's extra cum dripping back out of his mouth and following the way the drool had dripped down his chin and onto the floor earlier.
Teddy spilt into his hand with a strangled groan, his brain fuzzing out, too busy to keep supplying him with that delicious fantasy. He sat and panted for a moment, trying to scrape together some kind of coherent thought. God, what a fucking mess. He just jacked off to his boss' boss. Some married middle aged man, like a homewrecker. This can't happen again. like, ever. Teddy guiltily cleans himself up and throws his work clothes into the washer.