Yes Sir (Fransykes) [[ BoyxBoy ]]

THIRTY THREE

Just letting y'alls know: I don't support Brustoff; although Brusnop was toxic and unhealthy, I still support it as outrageous as that seems. But for the sake of this chapter, why the fuck not include Brustoff.

A thick rope was tied around my throat. It was loose enough that I could breathe, but it was tight enough to make my nerves on edge. I whimpered in the back of my throat, the blindfold making me even more nervous.

I could hear the laughter in the other room and the scent of smoke caught my nose. The sound of muffled music filled my ears along with my heartbeat. We must be in some sort of club, or party. My arms were tied behind my back and the rope was taut, keeping me on my knees, perched up to not suffocate myself. I had managed to get an orgasm from everyone except for Oliver, Dan, and Denis.

I heard the door creak open and I snapped my head in that direction. "Master?" I asked loudly. I didn't get a verbal response and I shuddered, the fear of not knowing who was in front of me. I whimpered and felt my skin raise slightly as goose-pimples covered my flesh. My heart was pounding in my ears and I felt sick to my stomach.

"How is my little pet doing?" said Oliver's voice in my ear. My body flinched from initial shock, but when Oliver scolded me by gripping onto my upper arm, I immediately leaned into his hold.

"I want - I need - may I-" I broke off, breathing heavily. Oliver chuckled under his breath.

"Full sentences, love." Oliver reminded me, kissing my shoulder.

"M-may you please remove the blindfold?" I asked, my throat feeling raw. Almost immediately, the cloth was removed from my eyes and I blinked up at Oliver, letting my eyes adjust.

"Do you want it off for the rest of tonight?" Oliver asked, his tone holding a hint of worry. When I nodded, he folded the large handkerchief and put it in his back pocket. I tried to take a deep breath, but ended up choking a bit when I lost my balance. Oliver's eyes flashed with concern and he straightened me up. "I don't like this around your neck." He whispered, helping me stand up on the bed. He climbed on it too and removed the thick rope. He then pulled a couple of knots and the rope descended about a foot down in which he tied off at the metal rings attached to the walls.