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Full House Bet (Gumdrop x Blondie)

“Don’t apologize.” Dru said waving his hand casually, “Marcus is worse than you in a moral and ethical way if you go by societal standards. He chose this life over the other options available to him at the time because he considered them worse and he currently oversees a vast majority of the training that goes on with our products. In a sexual way you were repressed, or rather repressed it yourself for the sake of your relationship with your parents, and he had more freedom. That’s more of a habitual thing than you putting up a front, especially if you’ve been doing it for some time while also considering the emotional impact. Those topics are all relative and based on opinion, like everything. Essentially though, he lashed out in an emotional fit due to a misunderstanding.” Dru said without pause the moment Oliver was finished talking, certain of it. It was his turn to roll his eyes, his fingers drumming against his arms, thinking. “Not sure why you being a prick or a liar would bother him since I’m the embodiment of both, which he seems to adore.”

He pondered a little more as he turned back to the kitchen taking a deep breath, smelling the appealing aroma that had begun to fill the dining room. He hummed softly, his fingers stilling. He turned back towards Oliver, seemingly more pleasant. “I still have to correct Marcus for disregarding your position, regardless of if you felt it was permissible. I will take it into consideration of the punishment though, if that should ease your mind. I also need to use this opportunity to make an example of him and let everyone know where you stand, because I’ve been rather misleading up to this point about your position.”

Dru had turned back towards the kitchen, his stomach suddenly rumbling as he waited for the meal. Thankfully a moment later, Maximus came out with Dru’s meal -rare steak with a side of chive mashed potatoes- and Oliver’s meal. Oliver had been given something similar to Dru, it was a smaller steak, well done, white a side of the same chive mashed potatoes as well as some freshly steamed green beans. Dru made a purring noise from the back of his throat as Maximus put the food down in front of him, eyeing it up. “Thank Amy for me Max. Would you get us a bottle of a dry red wine as well? I don’t care about the particulars tonight.” Dru said picking up his utensils and beginning to dig in.
 
Oliver listened to Dru and opened his mouth to protest when Dru said he was still going to punish Marcus. However, as he said he would take what Oliver said into consideration he closed it and waited. He still didn't like where this was going and frowned a little when he was told that Marcus was going to be made an example. He bit his lip for a moment before finally opening his mouth again, "I was the one that caused the misunderstanding. I don't see why you have to punish him in the first place, honestly. It's my fault to begin with. And the way it sounds to me is it's your fault for being misleading about where my position is." he said, looking over to Dru.

"In the end, someone who is more or less in this particular situation innocent, gets punished. I know that this isn't exactly about fairness and all, but that seems really shitty to me. All he did was defend himself." Oliver explained, he steered very clear of stating that Marcus slapped him. If just saying those things got a punishment, he couldn't imagine what slapping him would get. He sighed as he was sure it wasn't going to matter, "Just... be honest about where my position is and let him know he was in the wrong because of that, I'm sure he won't do it again if he knows. Or I seriously deserve it."

When he smelled the food he looked over and smiled as his meal came out. He smiled a thank you to Maximus and started to eat as well. Oliver was really beginning to like this cook's meals, and was hoping that she wasn't still angry with him because of Joe. He looked over to Dru from times to time wondering what he should be doing. "Um...was that bird uh...guy important? Really, I'm sorry if I interrupted something that was important, he didn't look exactly happy that you stopped talking to him because of me."
 
Dru started into his meal absorbing what Oliver said; thinking it over. It reflected in the way he cut his steak; slow steady cuts with intent and purpose. He mulled over the information. He huffed softly letting the topic go and looked up to Oliver finally as he asked about the ‘bird’ anthro. “Adrian prefers raptor, since he’s some odd combination of dragon and bird, for future reference. I don’t care but if you cross paths with him again he’s rather touchy about it. Anyways, he insisted upon talking about some matters, that really were not important enough that they couldn’t wait. It wasn’t anything.” He took a bite and started cutting another piece. “He just helps manage finances and councils me on different matters. He has more time to think than is good for him.”

He took another bite. Maximus slid into the room with a bottle and two wine glasses, very briskly setting the glasses down and filling them up halfway. He placed them at the top of their plates and then slid out without a word. Dru picked up the glass the moment it was down as if a viper striking. He then pulled it to his face and smelled it. A long deep breath, savoring the aroma. Toying with it. He then finally took a small tasting and puckered his lips. Not in distaste but rather just the unexpected bitterness. He then set it down before taking another bite. He looked over to Oliver again, picking up the topic he had allowed to be brushed aside, persistent as ever, “I can’t let Marcus slide. If he had done that to me, regardless of if I deserved it or not, he would be reprimanded.”

He reached for his wine taking another sip. “How about this,” he said looking down at the glass, “I talk to Marcus and find out what is going on. I have an inkling that there is more to the story than you hitting a nerve, so I want to get to the root of the issue. I’ll discuss with you the punishments I find appropriate following that discussion, again keeping in mind your opinion and the fact your position has been newly refilled, and you can pick since you were the main one I believe was wronged.” He tilted his head to the side slightly, curious to see if such a compromise could be made with Oliver.
 
"Oh." he said and munched on his meat, glancing to the glass that was laid in front of him. He watched Dru do whatever the hell he was doing with the wine and then down at his glass. He wasn't nearly as quick to grab the glass and when he did he just sipped from it like he would anything else. He might have been rich all his life but he most definitely had never had wine before. He eyed the glass before he put it down and continued to eat his meal. It wasn't too sure how he felt about it. It wasn't bad, but he wasn't sure he really liked it either. He'd leave it for now and if he got thirsty, he was sure he would take from it.

However, as the other explained Marcus wasn't going to be allowed to slide on this one he sighed. He listened and tensed when he was told he could pick. He really didn't like that option either, but he supposed it might be better, that way he could choose what he figured was the less severe. "Fine." he said, "I still think it's stupid to punish him at all, but fine. I guess I can accept that somewhat. I'm a bit uncomfortable deciding on someone else's life like that." he said, holding up his finger, with the fork in hand, "And before you say anything Zach is an asshole. He deserves everything coming his way. The shit he did to me was wrong and I didn't deserve it in the slightest."

He sighed for a moment before settling and continued to eat the meal and sip at the wine before he paused. "Is this good wine?" he asked, looking up to Dru. "I mean... well, I've never actually had wine before and this tastes kind of like alcoholic cranberry juice. Not complaining, I kind of like that, just wanted to know if this is what wine is supposed to taste like." he said and munched on the meat and potatoes.
 
(At this point you can bring Zack in again.)

Dru smiled and his chest puffed upon hearing Oliver would do it, proud as a pup who pleased its owner or a child for appeasing their parents. He couldn’t stop the laugh he belched out when Oliver that Zack was the exception either. He didn’t argue though. He reminded quite as he continued eating with a pleased grin on his lips. He looked to Oliver once more when he asked if the wine was good. A brow rose, offering a questioning look, before the meaning was clarified.

Dru finished chewing his food before he leaned back, taking the wine with him, “Wines are all about preference. This is a mid priced sweet red wine. I tend to stray from the dry wines. They are too bitter for my pallet and I can’t seem to enjoy them properly. For the sweet wine though, I would say this is on the lighter end of sweet. It has just a light hint of sweetness without actually being a dessert wine. There are some cheaper wines I don’t mind drinking though, when in the mood for something more sugary.”

He swirled the wine, as if he was some sort of connoisseur and slowly took a sip. He chuckled for a moment and then moved back to his dinner placing the wine down. “If you like, Max could bring up a red Merlot for you to sample so you understand what is meant when someone says ‘sweet’ versus ‘dry.’ I always have a few bottles on hand should I be in need of them for guests.” Dru had dug back into his steak, almost done with it along with his potatoes. As if having heard his name, Maximus walked into the room with the bottle to top off their glasses, should he need to.
 
Oliver rolled his eyes when he saw just how proud Dru seemed to be. He would never understand it, but at least it kept him out of harms way. He listened as Dru explained the way wine was supposed to taste or rather could taste and finished up with his eating in the process. He set his fork and knife down and just waited for the other to finish, perfectly content just watching the other eat and talk about wine. He chuckled at the way Dru drank the wine and shook his head, "no, I'm fine. Don't need you drugging me up with my consent." he snickered and looked over to Max as he came in.

Max wasn't the only one to come into the room though. He looked over to the other door opposite to where Max had come through and frowned. "Speak of the devil." he whispered under his breath and glared at Zach, "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, hissing the words out like they were burning his tongue.

"I see you are as forgetful as ever. I live here now, no thanks to you." Zach said, smirking a bit. "I got bored and decided that I would walk around, happened to smell some good food so I came on by. Why was your master about to fuck you like the whore you are? Did I interrupt master and me time?" he asked, laughing as Oliver winced slightly at Zach calling Dru his master.

"He's not my master!" he hissed back at Zach.

"Really? Because you sure looked fucking docile like a little kitten waiting for it's next petting back at the game." Zach looked over to Dru, "you didn't exactly leave me with instructions of what I was for, so what was else was I supposed to do." he said, before Dru even had a chance to say anything "If you expect me to be some fuck toy, kill me now." he said, "Cuz unlike this whore, I don't give into ever cock that passes my way."
 
(I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make that sound like a command xD I just meant whenever you want you can.)

Dru looked over to Oliver whenever he shouted out that he didn’t have a master. He continued chewing though, clearly disapproving while momentarily not debate it. He then turned towards Zack. “No one would buy you even if I tried.” Dru said flatly, very matter-of-factly the moment he was able to get a word in. He motioned up and down towards Zack commenting, “You’re not the sort of whore people want.” He stared a moment, studying Zack still and then shrugged only to finished his food, given there wasn’t much left. He wiped his hands and looked to Zack again.

“I was going to give you the day off to settle in, but since you’re bored and bothering my pet, I’ll put you to work right away. Give you something to do so you’re not bored. I’m sure one of the other guys would appreciate a reprieve from their shift.” Dru said before turned towards Oliver, “Where should we place him? Front door? Back door? Basement door? Front gate? The garage could use an additional guard as well. You’re choice since he’s mouthing off to you, pet. Use that newfound authority.”

“Don’t think to try and debate it either.” he shot over to Zack as he grabbed for his wine, “What he picks his backed by my authority.” Dru quickly finished it off and handed the empty cup to Maximus, who had slipped from the kitchen and started clearing the table. “It’ll be an 8 hour shift. You’ll be relieved whenever the next guard starts his shift. No sleeping on the job. No eating on the job. No alcohol on the job. You call in anything unusual on the radio you’ll be assigned. Whoever takes you down for your uniform will go over the rest with you.”
 
((Haha, no, it's cool, I understood. I was actually going to bring him in during dinner. Wanted to in the beginning, but when you said to wait because you wanted them to discuss something I held off.))

When Dru chimed into their little spat Oliver looked over. He watched the man for a moment before looking back over to Zack. He hated this, Dru knew that he wasn't the type to listen to authority. Clearly, Dru liked breaking in his things, but at the same time he probably thought he had broken Oliver a little bit. Only for Oliver to go and be defiant. The only good that could possibly come of this situation was Dru getting mad at Zack.

Zack however, did not see it this way. He crossed his arms when he was told off just a bit by Dru and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I fuck good in bed, just ask your little toy here." he said, looking down his nose at Oliver. Who looked like he was about to beat the crap out of Zack if it wasn't for Dru offering his choices.

Oliver glanced over to Dru, in a bit of shock. He hadn't even offered what he would do in return yet. He had lost the bet. There was no reason as to why Dru should be giving him this other than the other mouthing off to him and it wasn't like this wasn't deserved again. Oliver licked his lips and looked over to Zack, "I don't give a fuck, just as far away from me as possible, and probably where you have to trust him the least. I wouldn't trust this man with my life. He's managed so well to fuck it up." he said, the words more aimed to hurt Zack rather than Dru.

By the time the words were out though Oliver couldn't take them back when he realized that Dru just might take them the wrong way. And he wasn't about to apologize in front of Zack that would only make the man think he was even more docile and obedient.

Zack look over to Oliver and glared as he was told that whatever he picked would be backed by Dru. "You-" he was quickly cut off as he was told exactly what was expected on the job. He glared even harder at Oliver and huffed, "Well aren't you the lucky little fuck toy. Get to be masters little pet, get to be spoiled. Guess I royally fucked up your perfect little life." he hissed and waited for Dru to tell him off or leave or whatever he was about to do.

"Get the fuck out of here, Zack." Oliver hissed at Zack, refusing to look at him. He was anxious and annoyed, but unfortunately he was hurting and he couldn't run. And hell did he need to run.
 
“Covering a pile of shit with leaves doesn’t make it stink any less.” Dru said taking a step towards Zack then suddenly delivering a swift punch right to his gut adorn with a sinister smile to his lips, “Rather than critiquing how the ex boyfriend you got into this situation, prior to yourself, is getting through it, you should worry about yourself. Because you aren’t fairing it so well running your mouth at him or me.” Dru pushed Zack to the ground the moment Zack doubled over and Dru righted himself, flexing his fist a few times. He watched Zack though, the smile quickly erased and replaced by a sneer. “You lack the charm to act like an asshole and get away with it. So until you’re in a position to do so, you best rethink your attitude. I might decide to have Randy, and a few other fellows, show you the same warm welcome into my home that I showed Oliver if this bullshit continues, ESPECIALLY around Oliver or myself. Learn your place you piece of shit, because you belong to me the same way everyone here does.”

Dru glanced over to Oliver momentarily and then towards the kitchen, “Max!” Within seconds Maximus answered the call to his name and stood nearby. Enough he could hear but far enough away he was out of range of an attack. “Take the new recruit to get fitted for his outfits and post him at the back door with Randy.” Dru said a smiling growing as he looked at Zack, “Just so you can see the kind of person your new shadow is.” Dru then looked to Max and nodded the smile gone. Max did exactly as he was asked. He swiftly moved over to Zack and hoisted him up, whisking him out of the kitchen regardless of if he fought or not. Clearly much stronger than he looked.

As if a moment of reprieve wasn’t needed, Amy opened the kitchen door with a pan in hand. “YOU CAN’T JUST ORDER AWAY THE KITCHEN HELP. I AM THE ONE WHO HIRES THEM.” She shouted pointing the pan at Dru, clearly fearless. Dru brought his hands to his temples a sneer replacing the frown, not in the mood, and shook his head before moving over to Amy. He grabbed the pan and pointed it down towards the ground.

“Not in the mood to deal with your piss attitude AMY. Quite literally, fuck off and get back in the kitchen.” He seethed. Amy held strong for a moment before scrunching her nose at Dru. Slinking back into the depths of the kitchen, but not before shooting a nasty look over her shoulder which ran off Dru like oil on water. He stood momentarily at the door before taking a breath and letting it out as an exasperated growl.

“He sure is a piece of work.” He said facing the door, and then turning around to look at Oliver.
 
Zack was about to say something as the punch collided with his gut and he doubled over, holding his stomach. He gave a groan, but still did his best to shoot a glare at his new employer. He did his best to breath as the wind was knocked out of him and glared at the floor as Dru continued to tell him off. He didn't budge for a moment when Max tried to remove him from the room, holding his ground for mere moments before Max proved to be a bit tougher than originally thought. He was up and out before he even had a chance to retort to Dru.

Oliver sat in shock watching how Dru treated Zack. He licked his lips and then glanced over to Max before watching the total blur of Zack being taken out of the room and Amy coming out of the kitchen. He seemed to shrink a little. This cook seriously was going to hate him and he had yet to do anything to her. Even though she never looked at him, Oliver gave his best apologetic smile that he could muster, hoping that she didn't blame him for any of this.

He flinched when he heard the growl come from Dru and looked away for a moment as Dru looked at him. When he realized that Dru wasn't exactly mad at him he looked back and sighed. "Well, I haven't exactly been the best at picking good men. He's actually better than most of the ones I dated. Sort of... at least he doesn't do drugs." he shrugged. "Amy's gonna hate me." he continued, giving his own exasperated sigh. "That's twice now that I've been with the person that's managed to piss her off. She better not poison my food thanks to you." he said, chuckling.

He went silent for a moment and leaned back in his chair, thinking. "Thanks, for letting me decide this one time with him. I know I haven't exactly offered anything of value for the privilege." he started out, "I don't really know what to offer. Your face stated something sexual...but honestly, what exactly could I give you that's sexual that I already haven't given or been forced to give?" he asked, "I guess I'm not really sure what would be worth that kind of power to you. Having the final say on his...life."
 
Dru caught a glimpse of the shock that resided on Oliver’s face and was suddenly with a twang of worry, fear settled in the bit of his stomach. For but a moment the emotion broke his trained neutral composure, for he wasn’t use to worrying, but Dru managed to quickly regain himself so the expression was but a flicker across angular features. He eased closer to Oliver with slow, wary steps. Testing the waters. Warry as not to further started Oliver, treating the boy as though he were a skittish animal. Then the worry dissipated when Oliver started talking about his choice of men and then Amy. Relief washed over him breaking the mask he wore, his lips painted with a small, tender smile. He closed the gap between himself and Oliver, “If Amy hasn’t poisoned me, or Joe, you’re not even on her radar.”

He took his seat again, hardly noticing the silence before Oliver thanked him and expressed his confusion about what to barter. Dru chuckled, clearly having an idea, as he got comfortable, “A daily morning blowjob would be nice.” The smile smeared into a suggestive smirk, but only momentarily before it faded back into a smile as he added, “To be fair, I don’t think having a hand over him is worth you giving daily blowjobs. If anything maybe once every few days. You could be more willing to dress up in the dresses I request you to wear when we go out. I have a few business trips coming up to a few different places you could willingly accompany me to.” He paused a moment to think and then suddenly purred, “You could get your nipples pierced, or maybe your belly button. I find simple piercings like that attractive.”

As he had spoken he had leaned forward placing his hands on the table before him. Realizing that, he settled back into his seat eyes trained on Oliver. “Those are just a few things off the top of my head I’d be happy with. What you offer is up to you though. Feel free to offer up whatever.”

He sat there a moment before looking back to the kitchen. He drummed his fingers against his arm once or twice and then hummed. “I’m going to send someone out to grab me a milkshake. Do you want anything?”
 
"Yet, she hasn't poisoned either of you yet. My bet would be on Joe first though, so you'll have a warning." he chuckled and shook his head. As the other listened off things that Oliver might barter for the final say on Zack's life he listened and rolled his eyes. "Well, giving you morning blow jobs would require me to be sleeping in your bed, 'cuz I'm sure as hell not going to get up early and slip into bed with you even every few days. You managed to get yourself a very lazy morning pet. Well, at least if you keep going at it like you have." he said. "As for the dresses, I told you. I'm not. In the house sure. But that fucking last night just barely made up for the sheer embarrassment of wearing that thing in public."

"Business trips..." he trailed off and thought about it, "I might be able to do. Depending on what exactly I'll be going to." he explained. Oliver had eyed the other when he heard that amazing purr the Dru seemed to be able to produce. Anything to get him to purr like that. When he heard what the other wanted he laughed. He looked down at his chest and thought about it. "Really? That's what turns you on?" he asked, "I suppose I could get them re-pierced. As long as I can pick the person that does it. Gale would be so happy to get that needle into me again."

"If you hold to that condition, I'll offer up the piercing. You have to listen to the instructions that he gives though. I'm not going to have my nipples getting fucked up because you can't follow instructions." He nodded and crossed his arms. He glanced to the kitchen for a moment before looking at Dru, with a curious look on his face. "No, I'm good. Thanks." he said. He was very confused by this Dru. He wasn't demanding or bossy, he seemed to let Oliver do as he pleased as long as he was being polite. The smiles he got from the dragon were almost too nice not to smile back. "Um," he started, though he really wasn't sure what he wanted to say.

"Um, so... how is your business going?" he asked, rubbing his shoulder a little bit, attempting to start conversation with Dru. It felt so awkward, other than the time that he got for listening to Dru, this was the longest time he had gone without fucking. And this was the only time he had managed to be with Dru for such a long time and not anger or fuck the dragon or have any stipulations holding him there. He was just genuinely enjoying his time and he wasn't really sure what he should do.
 
The dragon belched a hearty laugh as Oliver said he hadn’t been poisoned ‘yet.’ It was a valid point. Amy had made it almost 5 years at this point without killing anyone but surely there was an unseen countdown. Especially for Joe.

The smile left over from the laughter remained as Oliver expanded on the different options he had expressed. A playful pout as Oliver shot down the blowjobs and dress. The return of his smile when Oliver said he might be willing to keep him company on some trips and it grew, just slightly, when he was told Oliver would be willing to do the piercings. At least until he was informed about the instructions. His brows creased and his lips pressed together in a tight line, displaying the confusion that he conveyed in his words, “Instructions? You get them pierced and that’s that, isn’t it?”

He sat there thinking about it momentarily, then waved his hand and dismissed the idea, “If it’s going to keep us from having our fun or interfere, scratch that.” He looked to the cleared table for a moment about to say something whenever Oliver asked about the business. He stared at Oliver, blank faced. He then chuckled, “My business.” He watched Oliver another couple of seconds studying to see if he should truly breach that topic before doing so, “It’s been fine. A couple of small setbacks but nothing that will ruin me. I mentioned business trips because there are a few coming up.” He seemed uninterested the moment another topic breached his mind.

He rewound the conversation, “Back to the blowjobs, since the conflict was your location and convenience, what if I come to you? Once every...eh 3 days?” Dru seemed hopeful.
 
Oliver chuckled when the other seemed to not know how nipple piercings worked. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Oh, I really wish I could let Gale get his hands on you. No. Well, yes, but you have to wash them and take care of them. There is no having mouths on them until they full heal, or tugging on them. Full healing time takes around 9 months to a year. I'm a decently fast healer, so I think the first time I pierced them it was roughly 9 months. It doesn't really interfere, it just more or less limits a tiny fraction of what we can do." he explained.

"I see." he said, trying to figure out how he could keep the conversation going, but it seemed like Dru had something else on his mind instead. He chuckled when he went back to the blowjobs, "You seriously are willing to walk all the way to my room just to get a morning blowjob? Really? I would think it would be so much easier to chain me to the foot of your bed or something." he rolled his eyes, "But, yeah. I'd be willing to do that I think." he explained and chuckled. "Deciding you would prefer the blowjobs over the piercing?" he asked. "I suppose I'll still leave the business meetings on the table."

"Where would those be anyway? The meetings I mean. Like are they close by, or is there traveling involved." he asked, tilting his head slightly. "What would I be expected to do? Just sit and look pretty? I wouldn't be required to wear another dress would I? 'Cuz if I am you can take that option off the table right now."
 
In the few days that had passed since Oliver had arrived, the boy had done a total 180. Of course, the treatment had differed from day to day, which vastly impacted the reactions. Here though they were having a fairly casual discussion. At least, one of the more normal ones compared to what had been. It was...different compared to his conversations of smuggling people in and out of countries, barting bodies, and strategically mingling. It left a lingering smile on Dru’s lips as he listened to Oliver, having that small taste of normal. Of course, Drudwyn wouldn’t trade his life for normal, but a taste every now and again was along the lines of satisfying.

“India, Russia, a couple places in Europe and Africa. I have several different places across the globe I need to stop at. I don’t do it all at once of course but it is more extensive traveling on my jet. You won’t need your passport or anything, I wouldn’t have invited you otherwise. I have an agent who handles all of the arrangements.” He said at the end of Oliver talking, twisting his hand about in the air as he mentioned each of the places. “You won’t have to do much either besides keep me company and stay at the resorts or one of my various homes when I go to look at the products and my properties. I guess if someone is with you, exploration isn’t totally out though, but there are a couple of business events I would appreciate you tagging along to.” He pouted thinking about his next words, “I would like you to wear dresses, even if they are more modest but I won’t press if it means you not coming.”

His hand fell to the table and he drummed his fingers. “So what’s on the table then; a blowjob every 3 days if I come to you, traveling with me potentially, and the piercings are all acceptable offers?” he asked clarifying. “I don’t want to do the piercings knowing I won’t be able to fondle your nips for that long. I can be patience but that is just absurd. I’ll have someone look for the fake ring ones. I’m less likely to actually hurt you that way minus the risk of...what, you losing your nipple?” He cringed at the thought, as if it actually bothered him. He huffed and stated, “Traveling and the blowjobs are the current options then.”

He stopped a moment, “Think about it another few days.” He stood up and brushed himself off as if there might be remains of dinner clinging, “Until it’s decided treat him the way you want. I’ll send out a memo so the guys enforce whatever you say until our deal is solidified and to clarify your actual position at this point, so there isn’t another incident.” He looked to the door, slightly turning towards it before stopping. He seemed torn about saying what he thought he should say, before actually saying it, “If you would like, you may join the conversation I’m about to finish with Adrian, if you’re truly interested in the ups and downs of the business. I’m not going to censor the conversation this time though. It’s too complicated to get to the root of some issues when I’m consciously trying to… hm, shelter you I suppose.”
 
Oliver felt just as strange as Dru felt about this change of events. The way they acted around each other. It was nice though, he did have to admit that. It was really nice to just relax and not act like he was a slave to the dragon. How ever that normal everyday conversation turned quickly when the other mentioned the places these meetings were. Much less that he took a jet and that Oliver would just need to fuck and stay at various houses that were Dru's.

His mouth dropped a little bit, "various...houses..." he repeated and sighed. "Guess your job is actually very lucrative...as disturbing as that is." he said, shaking his head. When the other brought up the dresses though he frowned, before really thinking about how he was gonna phrase what he wanted to say next. "Look. As much as I hate to admit it, when it comes to the bedroom, I'll pretty much do anything you want me to. Hell, I'm pretty sure I've let a dog fuck me before, though I will admit that I'm pretty sure I was blacked out drunk when I did that, never the less...I did it. All that being said, showing that side of me off in public, well, I-" he fidgeted in his chair, "I've been hiding who I am most of my life, I'm not ready to stop hiding that side of me. And dresses, even modest ones are pushing that line." he explained, "I'll wear whatever you want me to in the bedroom, maybe even the house, but out in public. Yesterday really was terrifying for me."

He let that all sink in before he he listened to what was on the table. He chuckled, "it's not absurd, it's a reasonable amount of time for what you are asking to have done. Plus...feels fucking fantastic afterwards." he smirked, thinking about the time he had actually had that done. He shook his head when Dru told him to think about it. "I don't need to think about that. I'll give you both for his life in my hands." he smirked. He watched as Dru got up and got up himself, still feeling a bit awkward being let to roam around the house. He stopped when Dru addressed him.

He fidgeted at the thought, "I-I'm really not sure if I can, Dru. I mean...you kind of stand against everything I believe in right now. I can't believe that you trade people like that. I am interested, because why not, right? But..." he trailed off and bit his lip before giving in to his curiosity. "You know what, fine. Just..don't get super mad when I say things I probably shouldn't. I'll do my best not to, just giving you fair warning."
 
Oliver was fidgeting quite a bit. From the dress to his business. Though despite all of it, the boy agreed to come sit and listen. He chuckled when Oliver warned him about him running his mouth. “You speaking your mind is anything but shocking” Dru teased rolling his eyes, “If you get too mouthy though I’ll have to have you leave. Adrian is patient for but a short period of time, especially when it comes to business stuff. Unless of course you’d like to continue sitting in on the meeting and start the blowjobs today. I can put that mouth of yours to a different use.” He smiled seductively at Oliver. He then motioned for Oliver to follow. “Come on, we need to start to my office.”

He started towards the door and briskly walked through it, allow Oliver to catch it himself. He turned about as they walked to chat, “You sure you don’t want more time to think of things to barter? I’m more than content with the business trips and blowjobs, but that’s up to you. Warning, my day starts at 7am typically, so I’ll probably be rolling in around 8ish for my reward. I’m also packing for your trips, so prepare for dresses if we’re staying at a location I own and bikinis if there is a pool. My home in india has a pool.” He smirked, eyeing Oliver up and down before purring out, “You’ll look amazing in a bikini.”

What Oliver said previously seemed to strike him though and the smirk eased, “I’ll pack normal clothes as well. What was most frightening about yesterday though. Seeing people you know like that or just having people look at you while in the dress?” he slowed and turned towards Oliver, grabbing the boy’s face and tilting it upwards. “I like seeing you squirm. Watching you try to managing how horny you are while still being presentable.” He ran his thumb over Oliver’s lips his eyes looking at them. “I also like the idea of taking you somewhere like that and being able to slide somewhere seclusive and just hiking the dress up, taking you.” His eyes looked into Oliver’s now, “India is the next place I need to visit. If you go out, no one will know who you are and then we leave after a few days. You’ll never see any of those people again should you wear a dress.” He leaned down and kissed Oliver deeply before pulling away. When he pulled away, he licked Oliver’s lips smirking again.

He then pulled away collecting himself, pulling himself from the thought he had laid out for Oliver. “Having at you in public is going to happen at one point or another regardless of what you’re in though.” he stated before turning back to go to his office.
 
"Ah, too bad it isn't morning." he rebutted right back. He quickly followed Dru out of the dinning room and just barely caught the door. He shook his head when Dru asked if he didn't want more time. "Honestly, I can't think of much to barter. I mean, you've already got the seven days of being a super pet," he laughed at his own little saying, "And I've already admitted to you that I love the sex. I'm not doing the dress thing, and you turned down the piercing. Really the only thing...well in a normal situation that I could offer is be your little sex slave, but we both know that it's already happening...so yeah, business trips and the blowjobs really are the other thing I can offer up."

He groaned the time and the fact that Dru would be packing for him. However, when Dru stated he would pack normal clothes he eased a bit in his groaning. "It-" he started to say what it was, but Dru grabbed his face and forced him to look at him. "There-" he stopped once again when Dru looked right into his eyes, he gasped and groaned into the kiss and looked a bit flushed when the other finished. He did his best to collect himself as well and crossed his arms, "1. Clearly you aren't from normal world, but in normal world, a man wearing a dress is only one thing. Gay. And I am...but I've been hiding in the closest for so long, sue me if I am still terrified of even people I don't know knowing that I'm gay. 2. Yes, I was horny that night, but it wasn't because I was in a dress. It-" he trailed off and huffed, he had really wanted to keep this secret, but if it was going to get him out of wearing the dresses in public, it might just be a good idea. "It was the thought of what you were gonna do after....and your voice." he mumbled. "Which leads to my next point that there are plenty of other, easier, less embarrassing ways to get him to be all squirmy and horny in public."

He didn't mention the thought of being fucked in public. As horny as it made him to think about it. He wasn't sure if that was one that should just remain a fantasy or not. He supposed he would have to just figure it out once they actually got to the point where he was going to be fucked in public. It wasn't that he hadn't been fucked in a toilet before, that had happened many times and had been very arousing. Oliver just wasn't sure what Dru meant by seclusive. That could mean anything at this point, behind a fucking curtain. Where it was clear to everyone what they were doing, they just couldn't see. Then again, he had to admit to himself that being fucked in front of the people he had been had been insanely arousing. Just the thought of it tended to get him a bit horny.

Oliver glanced over to Dru and realized he had started to head back towards the office, while he was lost in thought about being fucked in public. He hurried to catch up and when he did he silently walked next to the dragon. He was doing his best to focus on the task at hand. Listening to all the horrible little things that this man did, and not saying something about it in front of the other person that was going to be in the room.
 
Dru noticed the tint to Oliver’s skin at the end of the kiss and the pause before he followed after Dru when he had mentioned being fucked in public. Of course, it didn’t take long to catch on and then point it out, “You mean like whispering into your ear what I will do to you later while we are sitting with a group of other people very gently grinding my dick against your ass? Or just flat out describing to you what I plan on doing to you at all? That has seemed to work well previously and is along the lines of you enjoying my voice.” He smirked back at Oliver quickly before turning back to see where he was walking. “I’m aware that there are less embarrassing ways to turn people on, but I’ve frequently found that once out of the embarrassing situation, many people are turned on by the fact they had gotten away with it or done it.”

They arrived at a door which Dru stopped in front of. “Plus,” he reached over smacking Oliver’s ass, “I like seeing you squirm out of embarrassment. Seeing you writhe.” Dru’s hand slid up to Oliver’s face cupping it momentarily before he ran it down Oliver’s jawline and neck finishing by tracing his collar bone. “The way you clung to me not sure of what to do or how to act.” Dru’s eyes became half lidded. “Mostly how subdue you became and knowing there was a sex crazed minx behind the embarrassed facade, who would work the dress if it just for me.” His eyes opened and he withdrew his hand the smirk still laid on his lips. “I enjoy tormenting you to pull out that sheepish little good boy only to have you turn into a willing cum dump. I’m not going to stop dragging out both sides of you either, no matter how much you plead. I’ll just figure out another way.”

He finally opened the door and walked in leaving Oliver to follow or to linger and process what was said. In the meantime, he waltzed into the room he had Oliver gangbanged in. Adrian was sitting in a chair across from the desk, his foot kicking impatiently as he twisted to see Dru, and then Oliver. His frown deepened but he didn’t say anything as Dru took his place behind the desk, sifting through a couple of papers. “So you were saying someone wanted a shipment of 15 trained light skinned girls?” he said after find the paper he was looking for and skimming it over.
 
Oliver nodded as the other described what he meant. "Yeah, the whispering gets me pretty squirmy." he said. "I-" he couldn't argue with what Dru said next, it had turned him on by the fact that they managed to get away with it. "Then shoved a vibrator up my ass and have me walk around in public with that, just not a fucking dress." he said, huffing a little bit. He gasped as his ass was smacked as he was told exactly what Dru liked about him wearing the dress.

He wasn't really sure what he could say to that. What was he supposed to say to that. He hadn't thought he was all that subdued but maybe he was. Was he really a good little boy? One that was able to act all innocent until a cock was involved? He fidgeted not sure how he liked that himself. But the sex in the limo was rather intense. Just thinking about it got him hard. He was distracted from his thoughts about being fucked in the limo again when Dru opened the door. He looked over and slowly entered, his eyes locking onto the couch that the men had been on.

Oliver looked around the room to see if he could find something to sit on other than the couch. He really didn't need to be reminded at this exact moment what he had done. He looked over to Adrian and gave a weak smile when he noticed the frown. He sighed when the avian looked away from him and found a nice spot where he could listen to both and watch their facial expressions but at the same time manage to stay out of the way.

At the first words out of Dru's mouth he almost got up to give him the blow job. There was no way that he was going to manage staying quiet. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he listened in, carefully and doing his best not to say anything about the awfulness that was happening before him.
 
The rest of the conversation only worsened. Adrian and Dru chatted back and forth about the initial topic for quite awhile; where they should get them, how long the training would take, if they had any girls in training that could be used, the price they would charge, the drugs they would use for training as well as the birth control to ensure they didn’t get knocked up, how they should smuggle the girls into training locations, when the next smuggling operations were planned to take place, who would oversee their training, etc. Through it all, Dru only looked over to Oliver once but there was no remorse that showed on his face. It was just a quick glance, as if he had suddenly been distracted by Oliver, and then his attention turned back to the matter at hand.

Once it seemed like they had ironed out the issues with that problem, Dru brought up an auction that was planning to take place in Russia. They talked about what kind of girls, and a few guys, they would be bringing in for that and what the starting bid would be. They mentioned they had a few untrained girls available and Dru said they could auction off 2, but to start the bidding off at the same price since he didn’t particularly care to sell them knowing he had a few clients looking for untrained girls along the description of the ones they had.

The two went on for almost the better part of half an hour, before Adrian seemed content and closed his book. He thanked Dru for his time and then made his way out as Dru stood up stretching. “That was a surprisingly fast conversation with Adrian.” he said casually, turning to look out the window only to find it was dark out. He hummed softly and then turned back around seeking out Oliver. There were other things he could attend to, but for the time being he was giving Oliver his time.
 
At some point around when Dru and Adrian started to talk about where the conversation turned to where the smuggling would take place Oliver felt like he was going to throw up. When Dru looked over to him all he would see was Oliver's face going pale. Oliver's hand was over his mouth and before he knew it he was running out of the room to the bathroom. He couldn't handle any of it. It was all too disgusting and he had slept with the man who was the master mind of it all. He had thankfully missed the auctioning part of the deal making or else he really would have lost it.

He came back into the room just before they finished, slipping back in and standing near the wall near the door. He watched Adrian leave and refused to look at Dru. "I know there is no sense in saying this... but what you are doing is awful." he said, keeping his eyes to the floor. He gulped and fidgeted. "And you talk about it like it's nothing. Like these aren't human lives you are dealing with. Don't you think about the families you are destroying?" he said, though it was a bit hypocritical; he could think of times where he had managed to destroy a family or two, not to mention his own.

Just as everything seemed somewhat normal he had to go and listen to something that shoved how just not normal it was to be there. He sighed and let himself slide down the wall until he was sitting on the ground. "Is that what the business meetings are going to be like? People like yourself just standing around and talking about all the awful things that you do to these people?" he asked, wondering if perhaps he should take the business trips off the table. He couldn't do them like this.
 
Dru said nothing in response to Oliver stating that what he does is awful. Rather, he watched Oliver. He had noticed the boy bolt from the room during the conversation. His pale complexion and folding up against the wall, keeping distance from Dru by remaining at the far wall, spoke volumes about what the conversation did to him. Oliver then asked if he knew what he did to the families and Dru pressed his lips together. Oliver didn’t need to know the people targeted were those who had little to no ties, or on occasions whole families. Oliver didn’t need to know the whole process yet.

He listened as his resolve to attend business functions with Dru faltered and replied, “You won’t be in attendance for actual business meetings between myself and outside sources. Clients and my colleagues value confidentiality, so keeping the number of bodies in a meeting to a minimum is key to their comfort. This was a casual event planning session between boss and employee. Adrian is something of a personal assistant; he helps with arrangements and fine details. What you’ll be attending with me is more along the lines of networking socials. Collecting names and professions but normally not discussing the fine print.”

Admittedly, Dru felt bad about Oliver, but only for selfish reasons. He had rather liked the way Oliver had been acting previously. He knew just how awful his business truly was, even if he didn’t resent or feel guilty about it. He felt bad due to the fact that this was just a wedge between the progress that had been made between the two. Yet he also knew the desensitisation process needed a kick. If he really was going to keep the boy as his pet, giving him small jolts one at a time would be better than if he found out or overheard things on his own. So he remained impassive. Blankly staring at Oliver, keeping his distance knowing Oliver wouldn’t want to be touched or assuming that he wouldn’t want to be touched even though Dru wanted to.

He walked around to the front of his desk before leaning back against it. He crossed his arms, as if that might prevent him from reaching out to Oliver, and continued watching. Not pressing.
 
Oliver glanced up at Dru when mentioned that he would basically be there as a trophy pet. Well at least he wouldn't have to deal with the details, but he still was expected to collect names and professions. He would still have to be a part of this whole awful thing. He slid down the wall a little bit and stared at his knees. "Dru...I- I don't know if I can do that." he whispered. "I know how these people feel. I'm technically one of them." he said, playing with the floor next to him with his finger.

What on Earth was he going to do? He found he didn't really want to be left here by himself but at the same time he couldn't condone what Dru was doing. Oliver licked his lips and looked towards the door. He really shouldn't be doing this but... "Can I go for my run now?" he asked, he was going to regret it later, but right now he really needed to clear his head and the treadmill wasn't going to cut it this time. Though it was also starting to get dark so Dru might not let him either. "I just really need to think about some stuff and running clears my head." he explained, hoping that maybe if he polite and had a decent reason the other might let him go.

There was so much to think about, whether or not to go to these meetings, his ex being there, being in control of his ex...didn't that make him just like Dru? He even needed to think about how he was feeling about Dru, he was sure it was just the sex, but still. Everything was being shoved on him from every direction and his poor body just couldn't cope with it all. He needed to run and he needed to run bad.
 
Oliver was pegs above all of the people Dru took to train into sex slaves; from a wealthy family, already promiscuous, intelligent, wanted with a large enough family, well known, etc. Oliver wouldn’t have ever even pinged his radar if Zack hadn’t offered him up at the game. Of course Dru had been looking, Oliver was just his type, but he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to kidnap Oliver for himself. It would have been far too messy and still could possibly be if something went wrong. Yet Oliver had been handed over to him. Placed right in his hands and he wasn’t going to let go easily. The way the boy could flip between smart mouthed vixen and raunchy whore was a major turn on. Of course, after everything the boy learned Dru couldn’t let him go either.

Yet despite the position Dru had handed Oliver and the power he had instilled, he was the same; stripped of his freedom, taken from everything he had known, forced to submit to demands, etc. Dru would force him to comply with an order like he would the slaves or his employees, only there were lines he would cross with the slaves that he wouldn’t with employees and he had done just that with Oliver. Marcus as well but that boy had been willing. Speak of Marcus…

“I’m going to talk to Marcus tonight about the conflict between you and him while also informing everyone of your position. So if you want to go for your run that’s fine I just want to grab an ankle tracker from the basement. I can’t imagine you’re going to run for,” he looked at the clock on his desk, “4 or 5 hours but if you aren’t back by midnight I’m having someone bring you back.” Dru pushed himself off of his desk and moved over towards Oliver, “Let me show you to your room so you can change into running clothes and while you do so, I’ll get the tracker. Then you can go.”

He opened the door and looked down to him, waiting for a moment before looking down the hall for someone. He emitted a quiet growl when he saw there wasn’t someone posted outside his office door but said nothing when he looked back to Oliver. “
 
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