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He stood at the large steel door, his hands and jaw clenched, his eyes focusing and unfocusing themselves. He was nauseated in the most embarrassing way, like how the butterflies from a crush ate away at his insides when he was younger. The doctor had demanded he meet him in his private lab not long after he had finished up the tasks he was given prior to his request. Stone assumed that whatever Robotbnik needed him for was probably important for a breakthrough of his. It would “change science forever,” as the doctor would often put it.
By god though he wished it didn’t have to be today. In no way would Stone ever stand in the way of Robotnik’s success, at least not intentionally, but this morning when they ended up arriving seconds within each other at the main door, the agent couldn’t help but notice the sleek, brand-new leather strung tightly and sitting halfway up the doctor's calves; an easy distraction for him and an easier block in the road with his performance.
The thick black laces traced themselves through the eyelets, the subtle heel made his superior stand taller and straighter; more powerful looking than he had ever seen him despite being there for most of his conquests. His mouth watered at the sight of them, and as they stepped through the doors of the building and went through all of the safety procedures, much to Robotnik’s annoyance, his mind wandered to the things the doctor could do to him while wearing those lovely boots.
So there he was, a deafening heartbeat in his ears as he counted the seconds down to when the doctor would acknowledge his presence and let the door slide open. After what felt like an eternity, the buzzer above the door echoed in the cool hallway as the agent was granted permission to enter. He didn’t speak, waiting until Robotnik spoke to him. The doctor hated unnecessary conversation when he was tinkering with his technology. Instead he stood as close to the back wall as he could, more-so for his own sake than for the doctor’s.
“Agent,” Robotnik piped up finally, “Over here.”
“Sir?” He replied, stepping up to where Robtonik sat, hunched over one of his drones.
“I see you spent longer on the rounds than normal,” He glanced up at the agent with a stern look in his eyes. Something about the look gave Stone a shiver down his spine, like he was caught in a lie. The doctor wasn’t typically expressive unless it was rage over the other agents assigned to this wing or pride over his own accomplishments.
“I apologize, Doctor-”
“I didn’t ask for an apology, did I, Stone?”
“No sir.” He swallowed dryly, briefly catching a glimpse of the expensive leather from under the desk as the doctor shifted away from his drone to look at Stone’s face.
“What did I ask for?” He questioned matter-of-factly.
“An explanation, Doctor.” As he responded, Robotnik looked at him expectantly, not saying anything and throwing his hand up as if to prompt the agent to keep talking.
What could he possibly say about it? He racked his brain trying to come up with anything other than, I had a difficult time focusing because of the boots you’re wearing, sir. I want you to make me get on my knees and worship them, sir. Maybe if he had a death wish he would say that, but he knew that anything relatively close to that would warrant the worst death imaginable from the hands of the doctor himself. His face grew hot and red as Robotnik grew more impatient.
“Do you enjoy just wasting my time, Agent Stone? Do you take pleasure when you keep me from improving my craft?” Stone took in a breath he didn’t realize he needed, unable to form any thoughts now. Why’d he have to phrase it like that? I’m taking pleasure from the way you speak to me, Dr. Robotnik. Step on me, sir.
“I’m waiting, Agent!” Stone jumped as he raised his voice suddenly, standing swiftly from his desk and stalking over to him. He quickly lowered his voice to a normal volume but with the same inflection as before, “I simply don’t have all day for you to stand there with your goddamn mouth open. Either answer me or you can get your affairs in order. Last chance.” His eyebrows creased deeply, a scowl settling onto his face, nose inches from the agent’s.
How long had it been? There was no way he had been standing there longer than a minute, but in his mortified state and in the doctor’s anger, it felt as though he had been there for hours. His face grew impossibly warmer, he could feel how deeply red his dark skin had become. Robotnik’s eyes narrowed for a split second as he pressed a long finger against his chest, prompting his heart to pick up faster.
“You’re flush, Stone,” the doctor’s voice was low and gruff, coming from the back of his throat, “And you’re hiding something.”
Fuck me, Stone thought, no longer having any other option and choosing to break his silence.
“It’s the boots,” He knew his response would be too quiet for the doctor’s liking, but couldn’t bring himself to make his voice any louder than a whisper.
“Speak. Up.” Robotnik spit through his teeth. Every syllable was enunciated.
“The boots,” Stone met the doctor’s face briefly, pleading for him to spare any further explanation. His gaze was intoxicating; animalistic almost.
“The boots? My boots?” He looked down at his feet, confusion painting his face, “I don’t see how that causes you to take twice as long on your rounds than usual, Agent. Boots?”
“Sir,” He took in a sharp breath before continuing, “They’re distracting.” He chewed his lip, refusing to look into Robotnik’s eyes as the realization hit him.
“You’re filthy.” He said in an unreadable tone, not moving from his place in front of Stone. The doctor was a genius, afterall, and the pitiful way Stone looked away from him as he admitted his shortcomings was all the evidence he needed. “You disgust me,” though the way he talked to Stone wasn’t with disgust. No, Stone could’ve sworn there was something hidden in his malice.
“Pin yourself against the wall.” He spoke low once again, the agent in front of him hesitating slightly before fulfilling his request. His hand replaced the doctor’s finger on his chest as he stepped back and pinned himself against the nearest wall. Robotnik pursued him and stood above him, the smaller man cowering in his height. “I should destroy you right here, honestly. Nothing is stopping me from pressing a single button and having you become dust on my floor.” Stone's eyes widened at the doctor’s cool tone, he didn’t sound angry anymore. His voice was calculated, similar to how he sounded when talking about blueprints for another one of his contraptions.
“Doctor-”
“No talking. Not unless I say so,” he thought for a moment, “What am I going to do with you?” He said softly to himself. He pressed on against the agent, not pushing terribly hard but enough to connect their bodies. His agent’s chest was pounding, his pecs hot and his neck pulsing. Stone could feel every edge of Robotnik’s ribs, his lanky and tall frame keeping him corralled into the wall. The things he was feeling were unfamiliar, a mix of pure fear and arousal. His skin crawled as his mind tried to figure out how fast he could get out the door if the doctor suddenly shifted gears.
As Robotnik brought his face in, leveling it with Stone’s, the agent’s pupil dilated, his heartbeat thrumming loud enough for them to both hear, “What about the boots gets you off, Agent?” He quirked an eyebrow up teasingly, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
Stone couldn’t collect his thoughts fast enough, his cock stirring instantly in his slacks and pulling every drop of blood from his brain and into his groin. He felt he could’ve fainted from the force of his arousal, if it wasn’t for the possibility of being fucked within an inch of his life by the doctor keeping him standing. His mouth gaped, a shallow stutter escaping his lips but with no coherency. He had to pull a response together, but before he could form any words, Robotnik spoke again,
“Look at that,” his gloved hand grazed over Stone’s erection; there were too many layers to give him any release and instead caused him to whine in frustration. Of course only the doctor could bring something so involuntary from his mouth. “I knew you were filthy, Stone, but getting rock hard from a little question is honestly more than I intended to deal with,” he met his eyes again, needing to see how distraught the younger man was from so little stimulation. He prodded at him for a few moments more, pulling his hand away and stepping out, “Get on your knees.”
Without really processing what this command meant, Stone dropped to the floor onto his knees and awaited further instructions. The doctor backed farther to his desk and sat at his chair, rolling it out into the passageway for easier access. He was a handful of yards away from the agent, and as he spread his legs in the chair, he patted his thigh as if to invite Stone over. He crawled across the cold tile, never taking his eyes away from the doctor’s smug face.
He stopped when his face could fit between Robotnik’s knees with little adjustment, lowered his gaze and kneeled in his presence. “Look at me, Agent.” He lifted his head once more and his superior grabbed his chin between his thumb and pointer finger; he let out another small whine.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, I want you to take off your jacket and your shirt.” He complied, shucking his suit jacket off and doing his best not to rip buttons off his dress shirt in his haste. His cock was now painfully confined in his slacks, but since the doctor did not ask him to remove them, he kept his hands away from his belt at all costs. “Would you care to give me an answer now?”
“Doctor?” The sultry voice that left his throat did not sound like his own, the single word dripping with lust now.
“What is it about the boots, Agent? I recommend you speak now.” The doctor let go of Stone’s face, pushing it away slightly with his thumb.
“It’s how. . . dominant they make you look.” His ears burned, his voice shaky in the otherwise quiet room. Deep in his mind, despite his floaty state, he wondered what human resources would do if they found out about them like this.
“Dominant?” Robotnik chuckled darkly, grabbing a fistful of Stone’s hair and pulling his face up, “What kind of dominant things did your dirty mind come up with?”
“I thought of you making me. . .” Stone's voice trailed off, unable to meet his face.
“What? Lick them? Worship me in them? Do you want me to step on you, Agent Stone?” He tormented the man below him ruthlessly, letting go of his hair and instead choosing to emphasize his words by tapping his palm against the agent’s cheek, “Truly depraved things. You probably think of me while jerking off at home, don’t you?”
Stone keened in response.
“Oh you do?” Robotnik fully laughed at that, Agent Stone too far gone in his own arousal and humiliation to care about what he truly thought about his personal activities; he just needed something to curve that ache between his legs. “Go ahead then, lick my boots like you’ve been wanting to do all day. Maybe then you can finally get some fucking work done.”
Stone nearly choked on nothing upon his harsh intake of air, pupils blown so wide they took over his irises. With little resistance, he brought his tongue to the soft leather with a small, “Yes Doctor.” The coarse texture glided across his tongue beautifully, a surge of arousal overtaking his every sense and drowning him in euphoria. The boots still had a fresh scent embedded in the leather, as if Robotnik had taken them out of their box this morning. The thought of his mouth being one of the first things the doctor had allowed to touch them sent another high over Stone’s body.
He worked his way around the toe of the shoes, making sure not to neglect any spots, before he moved to the other one. Robotnik watched with infatuation, amazed that a man could be so aroused by tasting another man’s footwear. He’d be lying if the sight didn’t turn him on just as much, though. The doctor had a thing for positions of power.
The man beneath him persisted, running his tongue up the eyelets now, tracking the fresh laces back and forth up his calves. Was he rutting against himself while servicing him? Robotnik adjusted his gaze as best as he could to get a glimpse at Stone’s thighs; he was.
“Did I tell you to get yourself off, Agent?”
He looked up, mortification painted on his face, his tongue tucked back behind his lips and gruff with wear. The doctor gave him a disappointed look back and shook his head slightly, a barely audible “tsk, tsk” escaping.
“It’s a shame, you were doing so well.”
“Doctor please-”
“Don’t beg. Begging is for sluts. You’re not a slut, are you, Agent?” Was that a trick question? Stone wasn’t sure. He sensed his uncertainty and began again, “There is a correct answer to that question.” An evil smirk poked its way onto his face.
The agent swallowed dryly, his cock aching and leaking in his slacks, pleading for him to indulge in this humiliation,
“I-I am, sir.”
“You’re what, Agent?” He bent down so his face was inches from Stone’s, resting his chin casually on his palm.
“I’m a slut,” his heart picked up again, the words spilling freely over his lips like a dam broke, “Please Doctor, please, please, please. I need it, sir. Need you to help me. Please, let me get off to you.”
“When you ask so nicely, how could I refuse?” His eyes shifted for a second at a shelf across the room, “I want you with your pants down and with your stomach to that shelf in five seconds, understood?”
“S-sir-”
“Five.”
Stone stood quickly and stumbled across the cold room.
“Four.”
He tugged at his belt, unable to get it out of it’s loops without damaging the stitching.
“Three.”
He yanked his slacks down to his ankles, a few feet still separating him and the shelf.
“Two.”
Robotnik stood, and Stone realized he still had his briefs on him. As he pressed his chest to the rack of various electronics, he rid himself of those too.
“One.” The doctor’s salt and pepper stubble brushed against the nape of Stone’s neck, his eyes squeezing closed involuntarily.
“If only you were that quick to finish your rounds, Agent.” He ran his hand down his side with his gloved hand, stopping short to grip his hip. Robotnik pressed a firm kiss under his ear, moving his hand to the agent’s front and caressing the base of his erection. A gasp left Stone’s lips, he adjusted his body so his bare ass was against Robotnik, attempting to find where his cock would sit in his slacks. “Eager, aren’t we?” He taunted.
With a whine and a nod, Stone tried to rut into what little contact the doctor’s fingers had on him, finding it difficult to get anything from it and giving up after a few thrusts. In his haste to get off, Robotnik’s clothed hard-on found it’s way between his ass cheeks. “Tell me how badly you want me to let you cum.” His breath was hot on the side of Stone’s face, one hand stroking his cock without any skill or rhythm, dry fabric being the only friction on his hot skin, the other now wrapped across his pecs and playing with a hardened nipple. Stone’s mind was blissful and empty, frustration clouding his head fully, another loud whine reverberated around the metal walls.
“Better keep quiet, don’t want everyone passing knowing what a whore you are for my cock,” Robotnik ground up into Stone, punctuating his sentence with a tense groan.
“Sir p-please.”
“Use your big boy words, I know you can.”
“Touch me, Doctor. Plea – ahh - –” The doctor stroked up his erection, using his thumb to run over the tip of his cock and spreading the precum back down. Stone let out a wail, the loud noise cut short as Robotnik instinctively covered his mouth. “Not. Another. Sound,” He removed his hand, “Nod if you understand.” With another sharp inhale the agent nodded, bringing his arm up to rest it between his forehead and the shelf, his face beet red.
No other words were exchanged as the doctor rubbed himself deeper into Stone’s pert cheeks, a small groan being the only thing to leave his lips. The man beneath him bit his lip to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape, his hardened cock, leaking continuously onto the tile floors now, still grasped by Robotnik’s gloved hand. His erection was so terribly neglected, the head of it a raw and deep pink. As his superior’s thrusts into his ass cheeks got more erratic, his groans more uneven and sounding closer to growls than anything human, his cock and groin grew hotter. “Goddamn, Stone. The things you do to me.” Robotnik whispered into his neck, the implication that he’s thought about this before being stored away in Stone’s mind for a later discussion.
He was struggling to keep quiet now, all of his willpower focused on not letting anything tear them from this moment. And even if he felt it was foolish for thinking Robotnik wouldn’t let him finish, a part of him was positive that disobeying him would jeopardize his chance to cum onto the floor of his lab. Every time he would step foot in the room again, he would look at those shelves and remember that he was undone at the seams by his boss. At the thought of that possibility, Stone’s mouth betrayed him and a small mewl left his lips.
Robotnik let it slide, offering a “shhh” instead of reprimanding him, chasing his orgasm too enthusiastically to care. He removed his hand from the agent’s chest and ran it down his own torso, undoing his belt and zipper just enough to pull his briefs aside, releasing his cock from it’s cloth confines at last; another husky gasp escaped as it hit the cold air,
“Agent.” He spoke softly, but with his normal edge. Stone turned to him, back against the shelves now and his cock hanging painfully between them. He did not respond with words, instead choosing to look up through his eyelashes at the man in front of him. Jesus Christ is he gorgeous, Stone thought, anticipating what his next task would be.
Robotnik was gorgeous. Such a rare sight the agent had the pleasure of experiencing and he knew that. His normally gelled hair was disheveled, hanging loosely at the sides of his face; Stone had never noticed how long it actually was until he saw it down. His face had become more sincere, the facade of his typical dominance coming undone, his pupils blown like Stone’s but with a ravishing and animalistic urge embedded in them. He parted his lips,
“Get on your knees again.” Stone obeyed, lowering himself to the floor like his heavy erection was an anchor causing him to sink. “I’ve heard rumors about that mouth of yours, Agent.” Stone nodded, opening his mouth immediately and leaving his tongue out; Robotnik scoffed, muttering mostly to himself, “He doesn’t even try to hide it.” He pushed inside all at once, the agent only offering little resistance and coughing quietly as he exited, the head of his cock rested in his lips. He pushed in again, holding himself for longer than the first time and then pulling back.
They played this game of cat and mouse for a few thrusts, the doctor bringing himself closer to his orgasm faster than he’d anticipated, Stone’s mouth more than willing to accommodate his abuse. His thrusts became uneven again, the same telltale groans leaving his lips and the mutters of both praise and degradation sounding like gibberish. All at once he reached his peak, the velvet soft tongue presented so nicely to him bringing him over without warning. His warm and sticky cum released itself into Stone’s mouth, the doctor milking every last drop with his hand; his knuckles on the other hand were white under his gloves from holding himself so tightly on the shelves.
“Doctor?” Stone’s voice was a breathy whine, throat sounding raw and used.
“Agent.” He replied, no exhaustion in his voice despite his recent unraveling; he tucked himself back into his pants.
“Please sir, may I touch myself?”
“You may,” He contemplated for a second and then continued, “Do you want to get off on my leg, Agent?” His voice was fully even again, his tone calculated.
“Oh please. Yes sir.” Stone lifted up on his knees, the head of his cock brushing against the rough material of Robotnik’s slacks. He let out a hiss of pleasure and looked up at the tousled man above him with hooded eyes, “It’s not going to– ah –take m-much, Sir.” The doctor offered him an endearing look, something Stone had only seen once before in a completely different context, but it was enough to make him cum without warning into his leg. His face contorting into that of pure bliss as the pulses of euphoria took over his abdomen, his breathes of pleasure sounding closer to sobs than moans.
As he rode out his high, the spurts of cum peppering not only Robotnik’s dark slacks but also those sinful boots and the tiling he had hoped to stain, the realization of his situation finally hit him like a freight train. The doctor’s deep voice broke him from this odd, post-orgasm haze,
“Do you think you’ll be able to handle the rest of your tasks today, Agent Stone? Or are you going to get distracted by these pesky boots again?” His teasing tone made the agent chuckle, no longer caring about the long term and forcing himself to relish the now. He could worry about what this meant later, and knew he had better get dressed and started on Dr. Robotnik’s afternoon latte.