Full House Bet (Gumdrop x Blondie)

There was a short laugh from the other side and then the door opened. Andrew looked Oliver up and down, seeing as Dru nor Marcus had dressed him after there intercourse. He ended on Oliver’s eyes though and then nodded over to his right, which would be Oliver’s left. “That’s the bathroom. The other door leads to Drudwyn’s bedroom.” His eyes slipped down Oliver again.

“Look but don’t touch.”

Andrew jumped at the voice before spinning on his heels to see Dru standing and watching him. He was dressed in a form fitted suit and currently had a handful of papers in both hands. Yet his eyes were narrowed in on Andrew as he waited for an answer. “Yes sir.”

Once he had it, Andrew stepped out of the way so Dru could see Oliver. Dru reacted the same way Andrew had, with a smirk. “Is this an invitation?” He took a step towards Oliver and passed the papers to Andrew. He reached a hand out and ran a nail down the line of Oliver’s jaw. He took another step in and closed the door behind himself. His hand fell. “I won’t be here long.”

He walked around Oliver and took a look about the room. “Marcus put clothes in the dresser. You are free to roam the house with Andrew as your escort. He’ll inform you about which rooms are off limits and which are not. Everyone was instructed NOT to touch you for the day so if you do wish to explore you may.” He turned around to look at Oliver, his eyes scanned the boy’s body the same way Andrew’s had. “Questions?”
 
Oliver glanced down at his own body when he realized that Andrew was looking at him. He was wondering why, he might have still been in that cat get up. As he looked down it was confirmed he rolled his eyes "Take a picture it'd last longer." he mumbled under his breath as the man had his eyes slipping down his body again. "Thanks, Andrew," he said as he turned to go to the bathroom. He jumped when he heard Dru's voice. He looked over to the man and gave a small smile until the man asked if it was an invitation "No. It is not." he said and moved over to the dresser, undressing with what was left of the outfit, and letting it sit on the floor. he found something a bit more suitable as Dru gave him more information about the house and what the people were instructed.

"If they don't listen? Not that I think they won't, just as a precaution." he said and found some tight fitting clothes in the dresser and slipped them on. Only to show his ass off to Dru as he leaned down to pull the pants up. He didn't bother with underwear, he had never really liked them in the first place. Oliver seemed quite calm with Dru, he wasn't snappy or sassy, just nice and calm. So far Dru had held up to his side of the bargain, and for that he did kind of respect the dragon. There had been plenty of times that previous boyfriends hadn't, and they had no right. In this situation Dru had...well, sort of had the right to do what he wanted. He looked over to Dru "Mind if I go to the bathroom for like four seconds? I have a few questions, but I really have to go." he said and nodded to the bathroom.

He didn't wait for an answer just headed to the bathroom and used it like he planned. He came back quickly and moved over to the bed, sitting on it.
 
“If they disobey my orders and touch you I’ll sell them to a client of mine who’s been known for cannibalism. I’ve been told this client prefers keeping them alive until most of the skin has been removed. A suitable punishment for disobedience.” The comment was immediate as though he had already thought of the consequences. Dru finished the comment as Oliver disappeared so to keep himself preoccupied, he moved over to the cat costume and looked at it’s condition. The panties were stretched to the point they were unuseable. They were generic pantis with an open front though so they wouldn’t be hard to replace. The stockings had runs up the insides and a couple of stretch marks. The top was in good condition though not counting the white stains that would wash out.

Dru was staring at the top as Oliver walked out of the bathroom and took a spot on the bed. Dru suddenly looked at his watch and then dropped the top on the floor. “Ask the immediate questions now. I have to leave here shortly.” He remained in his place beside the discarded clothing just casually looking at Oliver; no intent or plotting at this point.
 
Oliver stared at Dru when he was told what would happen. The man said it so calmly and quickly that he knew it was true, but he just couldn't believe that Dru was that col hearted. "I see..." he said.

Once he was out of the bathroom he eyed Dru staring at the top and licked his lips, "Is... or rather I'm not going to... you are going to make do on the punishment for ruined clothing are you?" he asked, it was his first and most immediate. "my second immediate question is... is it always going to be like that? Like it has been for the past two days?" he asked. He wasn't broken, but he found if that kept up at that pace he was going to die here, and most likely become a cum bucket whore of a mess. However, in Dru's benefit, it did seem that Oliver was much more calm with the dragon, not acting like an ass or defying him. Then again, Dru didn't give him anything to defy. "And the last immediate question. Is outside the house, say like the back yard, off limits?" he asked. He ached to go outside a bit, granted he knew he should rest after the last few nights that he had had, but he really wanted to go running. "Is it okay to run? I don't mean like away, just like go for a run." he explained.
 
Dru waited till all the questions were asked before he answered, though he couldn’t help but snicker at the first question and frown at the last. The contemplated the answers he was about to give for a moment, glancing down at the clothing and then turned his attention back to Oliver. “You didn’t ruin the top so the punishment won’t be as severe as drugging you, taking you home, and parading you around for what you are.”

The second question was the most interesting one to Dru, “The activities you’ll indulge in depend on what is going on. I will try to keep everything on the busier side of things seeing as that’s the whole point of me having you here, but there may be occasions where you either earn rest such as now or I offer it due to the fact other things dominate my schedule. Speaking of my schedule, there will be a poker game you will attend with me tomorrow evening. We gamble in slaves and occasionally throw in favors from the toys that we bring. So be prepared for me to offer up a blowjob from you.”

“Lastly,” any amusement he was wearing dissipated, “You are not permitted outside. There is a gym in the basement with full sized windows that look out to a small garden if you want to run. There is the rooftop or one of the various balconies if you want fresh air.” He glanced at his watch once more. “Is there anything else you had a quick question about?”
 
Oliver couldn't help but hear that it wouldn't be as severe, "Wait...so...I'm still being punished...great, being punished for your little prancing shit head pulling to hard on your toys, that seems entirely fair. I didn't struggle against any of them, it is not my fault the bottoms got ruined." he frowned, and crossed his arms.

And the questioning just seemed to get worse and worse, though with the second question he didn't seem to mind to much it was more or less he thought it was funny. "You know, your sure seem to offer me up to far more people than just using me yourself. I thought I was supposed to be your slave, not others." he smirked, he was going to enjoy teasing the man for a moment before his final question was answered. He instantly stood up and looked at Dru in disbelief. "But- that- seriously? Look, running in a gym is nothing like running outside, even if you can see the outside from a window. Come on, please, I don't even care if it's for just a little while... you can't leave someone cooped up in a house like this, its not healthy. I can stay with whoever you want me to, fuck I'll wear a god damn leash if I have to. Just let me outside, just the backyard."

He had completely forgotten that he wanted to ask about if that poker game meant that if Dru lost he would be going home with someone else that night. He just wanted to convince Dru to let him go outside. "Come on, that's not fair and you know it. I need the outside, everyone does. Dru, please..." he said, giving his best pleading eyes that he could muster up.
 
Dru had been offering up Oliver to many more people than he had originally intended. The kid had far more energy than he had originally thought though. So he had enlisted the help of others to tire the kid out. At this point Oliver might be manageable, but the poker game was more or less just another night out for him. Marcus had done it plenty of times and seemingly had enjoyed it. Of course, Marcus had signed up for it. Oliver didn’t have a choice.

All of those thoughts quickly were dismissed. “Fair?” he echoed the word and moved over to Oliver. He placed a hand on the side of Oliver’s face and then it slid back to lightly grab the hair at the base of his head. For a moment Dru stood there, just looking down as if he was scruffing a cat that had hissed at him. He then released and pulled away. “It’s not fair. No part of your life at this point is fair. No part of me owning you is fair and yet you still seem to think that you deserve some sort of compensation. As if I have to make this ‘fair’ for you. I would like to point out that you’re the one who permitted your boyfriend to pawn you off like unused furniture. You gambled your life away.”

Dru’s locked his eyes with Oliver’s. He let the words sink in. “I don’t have to let you do anything because I own you like a dog. I decide what you do, when you do it.” His eyes had grown increasingly dark as he spoke. “If you knew the cargo I deal with, you would know I’m being incredibly ‘fair’ given the situation. I could have sold you off and earned a little coin off of your hide. It would actually fetch a nice price. You’d be amazed at how much people would pay for a trained slutty femboy like yourself; willing to give into desire for just about anyone after having a sizeable dick stuck inside your ass with a little chemical persuasion.”

He couldn’t help but snicker. Yet despite how funny he thought it, he stored the comment and he returned his hand to Oliver’s cheek. A claw raked over Oliver’s cheekbone. “It would be a shame to see you sold off on such short notice because you fail to comprehend your situation. To comprehend WHAT I have you here for and also that you can fall even lower than this. So if you want something next time, you best ask in a more...tender manor. Acting entitled to something you pawned off clearly rubs the dragon who holds your fate in his hands the wrong way.” He withdrew and walked across the room. He opened the door and took the papers from Andrew but paused before he closed the door.

He looked over his shoulder, “I expect a verbal apology for your thoughtlessness when I return and summon you. I’ll give you what you requested some thought in the meantime and if I get what I ask for, perhaps you will as well.” The door then closed.
 
Oliver gulped when he heard the echo, even he knew that he had screwed up. Still it wasn't fair and he was going to make sure that Dru understood that he didn't think it was fair. However, during the scolding Oliver stood there as if everything that Dru was saying was true. It wasn't until the dragon mentioned his ex that Oliver's stature faltered. He was going to argue with his master but he realized he really had been the one to let Dru take him. He could have said no.

As the next part started Oliver wanted to turn away and laugh in Dru's face but he found that he was positive that the dragon wasn't lying. He could do a great deal of damage to Oliver if he wanted. When Dru mentioned asking him in a more tender manner it took all of Oliver's will power to not say 'you mean fucking you.' As he was let go he turned away from Dru angry now, but just didn't have the energy to fight.

The moment the man left he kicked the bed with the bottom of his foot, screaming in rage. "son of a bitch!" He hissed and moved to the door opening it and looking at Andrew, "I'm going to try and put this as nicely as possible so I don't sounds 'entitled' but... I'm pretty sure it's going to come out the wrong way anyway. So here it goes. If I don't get to the gym or wherever I'm able to run in the next five minutes or so, I'm gonna make my life a lot worse and tear up this room. And I know this doesn't sound like there is anything in this for you and there probably isn't, but wouldn't it be much more entertaining to watch me run instead of standing out here and do nothing?" He asked. He closed his eyes and sighed before opening them "please, Andrew, I really rather not regret my anger right now. Especially- especially since it's mostly my fault."
 
Andrew listened to the chaos that ensued following Dru’s final comment. He then watched as Dru disappeared around a corner, only to have the door he was standing next to open. Oliver is totally the type for Dru. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking. Oliver then demanded to be taken to the gym before having a slight meltdown. It made him roll his eyes. “I was instructed to take you wherever you want to go inside the house. If that’s where you want to go then fine.” he shrugged and moved away from the door not commenting on anything else. “Are you ready?” he asked the question after having taken a couple of steps only to realize the kid might not be.

After Oliver was ready and Andrew was sure of it, he easily led Oliver through the maze of hallways and down two flights of stairs. It was almost a 10 minute walk before they appeared before a set of glass doors that opened up to a naturally lit gym. It was fully stocked with weights, machines, and equipment. There was even a small kitchen area where the users were able to rehydrate with whatever the fridge and cabinets held. “Feel free. The doors on the far side lead to Dru’s indoor pool, which you do have access to. If you need a suit I can track down Marcus and get him to loan you one since you two are about the same body type.”
 
Oliver stood there as he waited for Andrew to answer. The man didn't need to wait Oliver wasn't planning on getting changed or get shoes or anything. It wasn't his brightest idea probably but he wasn't really thinking at the moment. He was right on Andrew's heels when he turned around to check and see if he was ready. Oliver stood waiting for Andrew to start moving, silent as he had ever been. The moment they reached the gym he moved past Andrew and headed straight for a treadmill. He got on it and glanced around at the buttons for a moment before he pressed a few and got it started.

He was like that for a while, just running or jogging depending on what the program decided. He stared straight ahead through the windows and to the outside. Oliver was right, it wasn't the same. Not to mention he probably shouldn't have been on the treadmill without any shoes, let alone in the tight clothes he was in. At the moment though, he didn't care. He was focused too focused to notice anyone around him. About an hour or two later he had finished, shut the treadmill off and slowed down his running to a walk and finally a full stop as he just stood there for a moment, dripping in sweat.

He closed his eyes, relaxing before opening them "You said there was a pool?" he asked, not even looking at Andrew. He didn't wait for an answer to move though, he got off the treadmill and headed to the kitchen, pulling off his shirt and using it to dry off the sweat the best he could. He needed water. When he found it he drank it and glanced over to Andrew and then back towards he gym, he hadn't really heard what Andrew had really said, he vaguely remembered the word 'pool' being used.

Oliver wasn't planning on a suit either. He was perfectly find swimming naked. All he needed was to get out of these clothes and into some water. However, after his run he seemed a lot more calm and not nearly as angry. He was still a bit annoyed at Dru and most definitely still didn't agree with him, but he realized it didn't really matter. He was stuck there until Dru decided otherwise and though it was mostly his ex's fault, he did have to admit he could have said no to the arrangement.
 
Andrew had started off taking this job seriously by standing near the doorway ‘guarding’ the exit and entrance. After the kid ran in his bear feet for 15 minutes without any sign of stopping, he knew he was going to be here awhile. So he found himself a place at the edge of the kitchen where there was a cord to plug his phone in. He then dragged over one of the pieces of equipment that had a ‘comfier’ seat and proceed to watch tv shows off of his phone. It wasn’t every day he could catch up on his shows while also getting paid for it. Dru was out of the house and the guy’s boytoy was busy running himself ragged.

Even that 2 hours later, Andrew felt like he didn’t have the take the job seriously. “Yes.” it was short and sweet so he could get back to his show. He honestly wasn’t even sure if Oliver had heard him because he walked over to the kitchen and immediately started, or rather kept doing his own thing. Minutes later, when it seemed like Oliver had come back to his senses enough to at least kind of listen, he casually pointed to the far end of the gym. “Through those doors is the pool. Do you want a suit? I can have Marcus bring one down for you.”
 
Oliver looked at Andrew as he focused on his phone and then pointed over to the doors. As he was talking Oliver was undressing and finally throwing his clothes at Andrew's face. "Nope." he said and headed towards the door to the pool. "You know, not that I really care and all, but you really should be keeping a better eye on me. I could totally slip past you completely naked and you would never know." he snickered and hurried off to the pool. "Then who would be Dru's bitch?" he called over his shoulder.

He opened the doors and stared at the pool for a moment. The thing was huge. He smiled before running and jumping into the pool. Enjoying the cool sensation around him. When he finally floated back to the top he sighed and glanced over to the doors. He wasn't sure if Andrew would care that he was being so casual or had just thrown very sweaty clothes in his face, but he did want to see the man's reaction. "You can always join me if you want! Be a good way to keep an eye on me." he called over to Andrew before he flipped back into the water and started to swim around. If Oliver had his way he wasn't planning on leaving this pool until Dru called for him.

He needed this so badly after the past few days of hell he had been through. Though, he had to admit his body had loved it. He had never been sated to exhaustion before, he kind of liked it. However, he really didn't care for Dru's entitlement at all. The dragon saying that Oliver was acting entitled, when Dru swore over and over that he owned Oliver like a dog. Granted, he did, sort of. Oliver sighed, he didn't really want to go to the poker game. It meant that he might have to face his ex and if he did that, he knew he would act like the perfect like slave for Dru if only to piss his ex off. To see Oliver happy in that situation would surely piss off his ex. The last thing that Oliver wanted to do was please Dru.
 
The moment the clothing hit Andrew’s face the guy shot up and immediately threw them away. His face clearly showed his repulsion for the other guy’s rank ass clothing. He couldn’t help but sneer as he turned to see Oliver in his birthday suit jumping in the pool. “You’d still be his bitch you little cunt. I’d just be fired.” He said it more to himself, almost as a reminder. Clearly the kid didn’t know how this worked yet. Dru didn’t just make anyone his bitch. His subordinate, yes. If Dru could cause another human submit to his will he would. To be his bitch though, you had to be a special kind of ‘boy.’ One that Oliver fit rather nicely for a coincidental poker prize.

As Oliver came up to the surface of the water, Andrew strolled over into the pool area, closing the door behind himself. “No thanks. I’m not one for swimming.” He wasn’t sure if Oliver heard him or not, but he wasn’t going to ignore the invitation. Rather, Andrew found himself another seat and plopped down into one of the lounge chairs strewn about. He waited a couple minutes, just watching the other guy playing around in the pool. At least until he got bored and needed something to do. “So I heard your ex is the reason you are stuck here as Dru’s toy.”
 
When Oliver heard the statement he sighed and swam over to Andrew. "Yeah. Son of a bitch fuckin' bet me in a game. What kind of asshole does that? And I've upgraded to such a great guy, one who's gonna do the very same thing. Lucky me. Sure know how to pick 'um, don't I?" he asked, sighing again. "Though, I guess Dru is kind of right. I mean, I could have said no. Though with his record of taking no for an answer... probably wouldn't have mattered." he said, spitting into the pool.

"Why do you work for a guy like that? I've slept with plenty like him before and I can tell you, it doesn't get any better. He uses you until he's done with you and then I'm sure he'll either throw you away or kill you." he said, looking at Andrew, "the money can't be worth it. I can't stand guys like him. Unfortunately, I can't seem to get away from them. Though maybe if I'm lucky I'll stay with this one for a while. I can't stand him...but he does hold up to his word. That's kind of cool. The not lying. He's not fair... but not lying helps some."
 
Andrew laughed softly listening to Oliver and made himself more comfortable in the chair. “The guys who run black market items like Dru are ruthless businessmen. So of course they use you until you can’t give them anything in return. The nice thing about Dru versus the other guys is that when you can’t give anything anymore, he sets you up in some far off country and lines your pockets to shut the hell up. You can’t come back unless you have some business that has been pre-approved via Dru, but he actually makes sure you’re somewhat compensated for the services provided and the loyalty. IF you make it to the end. That’s probably like 5 out of every 100 who don’t get killed by Dru for insubordination or one of the other head honchos during a fucking turf war.” Andrew scratched at his freshly shaven face and thought about it. “Dru once said something about how a businessman won’t do business with another businessman if they aren’t the sort to keep their word. Guess it makes sense in the black market industry. If they are known to lie they aren’t going to get as much business. Word of mouth kind of stuff. So it makes sense that even for those under him he’d keep that mentality.”

He paused thinking again before he turned his attention back to Oliver. “The main reason I stick around is because it beats the normal humdrum of the everyday bullshit. I mean, yeah I signed a 5 year contract too but I’m going to resign whenever it’s up. I get way better than minimum wage for not having a college degree and for really not having to do a whole ton; follow Dru around, check up on the product, make sure the pregnant product is okay, attend some gathering and chit chat with the other guards, sleep and eat.” Andrew looked down at Oliver now smiling, “And of course babysit Dru’s favored plaything.” He prepared for a potential splash from the waterboy by turning his body away to protect his phone, but he didn’t stop there.

“Obviously you are somewhat taking to the kind of life that was forced on you. Especially if you think you’d be lucky to stay with Dru. Guess he already has you bending over for him?” Andrew teased, unable to help himself as he prepared further for splashing.
 
Oliver listened to Andrew and hummed, couldn't argue with that. He frowned however and indeed did splash him multiple times. He was only going for a small one at first, but with the rest of that awful sentence made him mad and he spent bigger splashes Andrew's way. "I hope your phone dies." He hissed. "lets get one thing right, Mr. Babysitter." He said, "I do not bend over for Dru. And I don't plan to, either. The only reason I seem compliant right now is because I know when to recognize an opportunity and I will use it when it comes." He growled.

With that he swam back out into the pool, all but ignoring Andrew. He didn't want to hear anything like that anymore. Oliver liked sex, but he didn't like the situation he was in. He sure as hell wasn't going to bend over for Dru. He glared at nothing as he swam out his further frustration. Soon enough though he was tired and just floated in the water, letting himself get all prunned as he waited for Dru to call for him. After all, his so called master said he could do whatever until he called for him. Hell, he might just tell him to fuck off of he was still in a pissy mood. He was tired out for the well needed exercise, but still a bit angry that he didn't get to run outside.

The moment he thought this though, Dru's words came ringing through his head about asking politely for things and he might just get them. He looked over to the window for a moment and sighed again, how he wanted to o outside and he had only been here for three days. What was he going to do?
 
Andrew couldn’t help but laugh as Oliver started with the small splashing. When he realized it was getting worse he started yelling at Oliver to stop. The kid continued splashing until he was satisfied though and then retreated back into the pool. Andrew on the other hand quickly retreated back into the main part of the gym in hopes of saving his phone and also to avoid further getting wet. Not like Oliver was going to go anywhere anyways. The only way out of the pool and gym was through the doors they walked in through. He couldn’t help from muttering to himself as he exited, “Clearly SOMEONE hasn’t accepted the fact they’re a total bitch for Dru yet.”

Once he was a safe distance away, Andrew inspected his phone. Thankfully it hardly had a drop on it. He couldn’t say the same for his clothing but he was willing to be soaked to save his phone. He found a towel in the locker room and stripped his soaking shirt and undershirt to towel off. He draped the clothing over some of the machines and then returned back to the seat he had found earlier and sat down to waste away the next couple of hours. Hours it was too.

By the time Dru walked in through the gym doors it was growing dark and the lights to the gym had automatically flipped on. Andrew stood instantly whenever Dru walked into the room. Dru didn’t stop though. He immediately went for the pool having noticed Oliver wasn’t in the gym. He only stopped at the edge of the pool right in front of the doors. He looked over to where Oliver was floating. He slowly folded his arms behind his back and coughed slightly. He waited as if expecting something from Oliver such as the ‘verbal apology’ he had demanded upon his return as well as the boy’s attention.
 
Oliver rolled his eyes but was in pure bliss as he floated around the pool. That was until he heard Dru clear his throat. He gasped and stopped floating, turning around until he saw Dru. He eyed Dru for a moment before sighing. He knew exactly what Dru wanted, he just really didn't want to give it to him. He bit his lip before swimming over to Dru hanging onto the edge of the pool right underneath Dru. Honestly, being completely and naked and right underneath Dru was the best that he could hope for in terms of an apology place. "I-" he stopped and played with the wall for a moment, "Look, I'm sorry." he said, "I shouldn't have asked for something in that way. I'll make sure to ask in a proper manner next time." he said.

"I was careless with my words." he said. He felt like a child having to apologize for breaking something. He still thought all of this was unfair, but he wouldn't have asked someone else that way, so it wasn't fair to Dru that he acted like a total brat. "I'll do better next time to watch what I say and think a bit more." he said and fidgeted in the water. He had no idea if Dru would actually accept that kind of apology but honestly Oliver had no idea how better to do it. Sure, he was a slut and had been in dominate and submissive relationship while in the bed, but never in life as well. "I'm also sorry if this was a crap apology. I'm not really good at them." he said after a few moments, "master." he added, almost as an after thought, like it would be a good idea to say it.

He looked up to Dru for a moment before biting his lip, "care to join?" he asked, nodding to the pool. Granted Oliver had been in it for hours and he probably should get out and take a shower or something, but there were three things he loved in life and that was running, swimming, and sex. He had already done running, Dru said he would get the day off, so perhaps he could get a softer less rawr! type of Dru to come out. After all, before Oliver's little blow up, they seemed to have a decent conversation.
 
The stern, intent glare that seemed to be set in stone on Drudwyn’s face eased as the apology came out. It was crude and very poorly said, but it was sincere as far as Dru could tell. Any tension left Dru whenever Oliver tacked on the last part of his apology and then added the ‘master’ bit. It even caused the corner of his lips to curl. He couldn’t stop the groan/growl that vibrated from his throat whenever he was invited into the pool though. “Unless you want to be ravished, my joining you in such a state would not be a good way for me to hold up my promise.”

The dragon took a step back and shifted slightly trying to hide the slight bulge in his pants. “Perhaps another day I’ll indulge you with my company while swimming nude.” His smile spread clearly stating without words that it was going to be a day sometime in the near future. His tail flicked. He looked away from Oliver out past the windows that made up the room.

“Would you care to join me for dinner?” Finally to the point of his visit. “I have the chef making ginger glazed mahi mahi on a bed of rice pilaf with a side of shrimp stirfry. I also will be attending an auction tonight if you wish to get out of the house.” The last part seemed a bit forced, but he kept his composure. “You don’t have to make up your mind now about the auction but for the sake of the chef I need to know now if you’ll be eating dinner with me.”
 
Oliver actually looked a bit surprised by the dragon's words when he said that he wouldn't join him to hold up to his promise. He opened his mouth to say that he might be okay with the ravishing part. After all, Dru had held up to his side of the bargain and even if Oliver thought he was a bit pig headed earlier in the day, he was holding his composure. However the other asked him if he wanted to join Dru for dinner and he closed his mouth. "I-um...yeah, okay." he said.

He moved over to the ladder and climbed up it finding a towel and dried off quickly before wrapping it around his waist. He was pretty sure he had left his clothes somewhere in the gym part of this place. He fidgeted at the offer of the auction though. "I....what type of auction?" he asked, figuring it might be something a bit less unsavory than he was thinking. "And..um...would I be expected to do anything there?" he licked his lips.

He moved towards the doors to the gym and glanced back to Dru, "You know, when you act like this. You're almost pretty charming." he said, smirking just a little. He turned back around if only to go grab his clothes from where he saw them in the gym. He didn't bother to put them on, knowing he was only going to take them off to grab a shower. "Oh!" he looked over to Dru, "If you don't mind I really probably should get a quick shower, I've been in the pool almost all day." he explained.
 
Dru watched as the boy climbed out of the pool. He stood still, quietly containing himself. Today hadn’t been as stressful as some days were but he normally didn’t have to hold himself back around his subordinates. He mentally was reminding himself that it was only for today though. Then, Oliver was on the move before Dru could answer his question about the auction and he if would have to do anything while there. He was glad that Oliver had walked away because he didn’t need to hide the fact that his smile had fallen into a smirk. The boy’s mind automatically had turned it into something of a more perverse nature and that was something Dru had no influence over.

He quickly altered his expression as Oliver turned around and commented on his behavior. He couldn’t bite his tongue at that. “Well don’t get use to it.” Dru didn’t miss the small smirk that had played on Oliver’s lips nor the confidence in each step the boy took. He was itching now to put Oliver in his place. To use that mouth for what he intended to use it for rather than the comments Oliver was allowing to slide past his lips. To mar the almost perfect skin Oliver was showing off. There were already marks there from Dru but not enough for his liking.

Dru had to clench his jaw as he watched the boy further. It would be so easy to rip the towel from around his waist and bend him over one of the machines. He coughed and strode past Oliver towards the door as the boy asked about a shower from having been in the pool for most of the day. “It’ll be an hour or so. I’ll come fetch you when it’s time. Andrew, take the boy back to his room. Oliver, we will discuss the auction over dinner.” With that, Dru withdrew from the room and disappeared.

Andrew had been standing in the small kitchen area watching the two. When he was mentioned though, he straightened and moved over towards the door. Dru had walked past him without further comment and once Andrew was sure Dru was out of earshot, he turned towards Oliver and snickered. “That was some amazing self control from him.” He peeked out the door and then relaxed. He stretched his limbs for a moment before turning his attention back towards Oliver. "Back to your room you go." He then opened the door and started through it.
 
Oliver smirked again when the other told him not to get used to it. "Too bad...I kind of liked it. Made me want to do certain things." he said, the smirk still playing on his lips. He watched the other as Dru left, he hesitated but just to taunt the other, but almost meaning it at the same time "Thank you, master." he said. He could tell the other was keeping himself in check. He was confident enough in his body he was almost positive that the other wanted to break the promise he had made Oliver. However, what Dru probably didn't realize was that the fact that Dru was keeping his promise did make Oliver respect him a bit more.

He looked over to Andrew and chuckled with him. "Well...that confirms what I was thinking then." Oliver nodded and followed Andrew back to his room. "I suppose I should...reward him for being such a good boy today." he snickered at his choice of words. He of course was in no place to be rewarding Dru, but he had decided if this same stuff held during dinner he could be a good slave for the remainder of the day...maybe the following day, just because Dru had been good for a whole day, well minus the little outburst. Oliver sighed a bit and moved into the room the moment they got there.

He looked at Andrew for a second, "You know...if you want to come in and sit you can." he said, "I'm sure it's pretty boring standing outside the door all day. "Though, I suppose you aren't allowed to." he said, almost as an after thought before he dropped the towel and headed to the shower. He made rather quick work of the shower and drying himself off. He got dressed in the same clothes he had been in before. He made sure his hair was dry before he walked around the bedroom he had been given. He eventually opened up the dresser and started looking at the clothes, looking through them and waiting for Dru to show up.
 
Andrew made a tsk noise whenever Oliver made thes simple comment of ‘though, I suppose you aren’t allowed to.’ He didn’t refute it. Yet his actions made it clear that Oliver was right. Andrew closed the door as the towel fell, leaving Oliver alone to his room.

Time passed slowly regardless of Oliver taking his sweet time in the shower. What Dru said would be about an hour turned into an hour and a half before there was a light knocking on the door. The source of the knocking didn’t wait either. The door opened to reveal a rather flush Marcus. The boy’s cheeks were a tint of red and although he had cleared attempted to straighten himself, his hair was slightly disheveled and his suit here and there was unkempt; a cuff pulled farther out than it should, one unbuttoned button in the middle of his chest, and worst of all the back of his shirt peeking out from the back of his coat from not being tucked in.

“Dru’s ready for dinner now.” Marcus wore a smile as he said it. He was practically glowing. “He also requested that you wear something more form fitting.” Marcus’ eyebrow twitched at the words but he jitted his chin out and held the smile.
 
Oliver at some point had regressed to acting like a child while he was waiting and had taken to rolling in the clothes he had found. By the time the there was a light knock on the door Oliver had a shirt over his face and he was sighing, having become bored with waiting. He sat up with a start and blushed when the door opened, god this looked awful. There were clothes everywhere and when he saw it was only a very disheveled Marcus he sighed. He eyed the man for a moment and chuckled. "I see you got to have some fun today, didn't you?" he asked, before looking at what he was wearing and then what he had thrown all over the room.

He knew he had seen something form fitting while he was looking. "Enjoy having that dragon cock up inside you, now did you?" he asked, glancing over to Marcus before bending over to pick up something he thought might work. He frowned and set it back down before going for something else. "Give me a moment, I'll get changed." he said as he nodded to the bed, "feel free to relax on the bed." he said, licking his lips at Marcus a bit. He couldn't get the look of Marcus's face out of his head and god did he love it. Though perhaps that was the frying of his brain that was talking.

Oliver finally found what he was looking for and didn't hesitate to change in front of Marcus. He found a pair of skinny jeans that he wasn't going to be able to wear any form of underwear with and a tight t-shirt with some band he didn't recognize on it. He put it on and looked over to Marcus "This okay?" he asked, shrugging. "Not sure if this is what he was looking for."
 
His face turned a shade darker. Yet Marcus held the smile and the confident air about him. “I did. Thank you for asking.” He looked like he wanted to say more but clearly held his tongue as Oliver started about, digging through the massive mess he had littered the floor with. Whenever Oliver mentioned Dru’s cock, the smile eased and became a little more genuine. “I always do.”

Marcus lightly rubbed at his wrists through the sleeves for a moment but quickly put his hands back at his sides. “Take your time. Dru isn’t in a rush.” He made himself comfortable by the door, ignoring Oliver’s subtle advances, “The auction doesn’t start until 10 and it’s hardly 6:30. Anything before that is just casual time to meander about the product to take a look see.” He clearly spoke from experience.

As Marcus observed what Oliver was putting on, his smile quickly diminished into a more amused grin. “I’m not sure what he was looking for either, honestly. He told me to have you pick something more form fitting. If you plan on going to auction, it’ll have to be a suit or dress. The Phoenix doesn’t care much about who wears what so long as it is ‘classy’. For dinner the outfit most likely won’t make a difference.”
 
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