Pup (Bratt)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Fetish?

Author's Note: Lots of updates lately because I have had a sudden rush of inspiration. Lots of sexual content in this chapter, so warning. Also, asphyxiation is used in this chapter, so if that makes you uncomfortable, you probably shouldn't read this chapter. If this chapter is too much for anyone, please let me know and I'll take it down and change it. Alternatively, let me know if you like it!

-foREVerADeathbat

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"So asphyxiation."

Matt blushed a deep red, ducking his head and murmuring, "Yes, sir."

"I never took you as one... who enjoyed that, Matt." Brian was doing pull-ups. His chest glistened with sweat, and his voice was strained with effort as he heaved himself up again. "You should have told me."

"Lots of Doms either won't do it, or go overboard with it, sir. I'd rather go without it than be hurt by it." Matt had started out working out, but got sidetracked by Brian, and now was sitting on the bench in Brian's gym, watching him.

"Would you... like to test it out?" Brian huffed. "I have quite a bit of... experience with breath play. That kind of control actually turns me on... if you will."

Matt bit into a bit his lip, thinking. "How will I communicate the safe word?"

"I have a buzzer... you'll hold in your hand. If it gets to be too much... you can press it and it will ring... and we'll stop." Brian let go of the bar, grabbing the towel Matt handed him and wiping off his face and neck. Matt licked his lips.

"That would be wonderful, sir."

"Good." Brian grinned. "I'll do another few reps with weight training, then we can get started on our cardio in the play room, how about that? I'm thinking some sensory deprivation would be good. I want you to feel everything."

Matt's breath caught in his throat, and he whispered, "T-That would be good, Master."

~*~

Matt could not see a thing. The blindfold was thick and black and not a shred of light shone through. His wrists were handcuffed to the headboard, his ankles to bedposts at the end of the bed. A small device with a button on one side was pressed into his right hand.

Brian's hands were cool, and Matt started as they settled on his hips, running gently over his skin up and down his sides. He sucked in a breath when Brian's lips sealed against Matt's neck, and the delicious pleasure-pain of Brian sucking a bruise. His lips trailed down over Matt's collar bone, down over his right pec, where he flicked his tongue over Matt's nipple. Matt gasped, letting out a soft sound of want. Brian chuckled, before pulling Matt's nipple into his mouth, nipping at it and circling it with his tongue.

"M-Master." Matt breathed, balling the hand that didn't hold the buzzer into a fist. Brian bit down on it harshly, soothing his tongue over it before moving over to his other one. Matt's breathing was a little ragged, and he knew he was getting hard without having to see. Matt let out a small whimper when the contact was gone, but that was replaced with a deep moan when Brian's lips sealed around the head of his cock.

"Oh, Christ!" he hissed, bucking his hips up involuntarily into the contact, and Brian laughed around his flesh, settling his hands on Matt's hips to hold him down.

"In addition to asphyxiation," Brian whispered, having pulled off of Matt's dick, replacing his mouth with his hand, "I think we'll work on edging."

Matt bit his lip. God, he hated edging. Of course, it was enticing, holding out, and it was amazing when he could obey his master by getting close and coming down, again and again.