AT THE CLUB [2/?]
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NOTE: CHERRY WAS TOTES MIKE AND TINA, OKAY? AND WARNINGS WARNINGS WARNINGS HERE FOR A SCENE GONE WRONG AND PANIC/HUMILIATION OF THE NON-EROTIC NOT FUN VARIETY. CHARACTER USES SAFEWORD.
Beautiful, and perverse, and God, sometimes Blaine still couldn't believe this was his life.
"Want to try it out?" Kurt asked, still holding his wrists securely behind his back.
Blaine nodded, unable to speak. He did. God, he did. Of course he did.
Kurt brushed a kiss against his cheek and then let go of him for just a minute. Blaine just stood there, unable to stop staring at the cage. It was all harsh dichotomy - black painted wood and gleaming silver chrome. It could have been a cage for a very large dog, based on the size, but it was so not a dog cage. This had been made for a person, made for someone like Blaine and -
"In you go, honey," Kurt's voice broke into his thoughts. Blaine thoughtlessly obeyed the tug on his collar and dropped to his knees, crawling inside. He shivered at the ringing clang of the door shutting behind him, and then almost started crying when he heard Kurt lock it tight.
"Kurt?" Blaine's voice broke a little, and it was barely loud enough to hear, but his boyfriend had superpowers or something, because it was mere seconds before Kurt reappeared in Blaine's view, visibly concerned.
"Blaine?"
"Touch me, please?" Blaine begged.
"Oh, honey." Kurt knelt down in front of Blaine, reaching through the bars to caress Blaine's cheek. "Do you want to come back out?"
Blaine shook his head. No, he didn't want out, he wanted in, he wanted to never leave, but it was so much and he couldn't stand it and Kurt Kurt Kurt
"Shh," Kurt hushed him. "It's okay. I'm right here."
Blaine was dimly embarrassed by his behavior, by the way he was almost frantically nuzzling into Kurt’s touch, but he needed it, needed Kurt to ground him, hold him down and anchor him, because Blaine was scared he might just float away.
“You’re fine,” Kurt’s voice said soothingly and Blaine closed his eyes tightly and just focused on Kurt’s voice, on Kurt’s touch, on Kurt’s cuffs holding his wrists behind his back, on the comforting weight of Kurt’s collar around his neck
I love you, honey, so so much. I’m never letting you go, never saying goodbye to you. As long as you wear this collar around your neck, you’re mine, and I will take care of you.
Gradually, he was able to take slower, deeper breaths. It was still incredibly intense, being able to feel cool metal bars around him and knowing that he was stuck there, that Kurt had put him there and only Kurt could let him out. He could breathe again, though. It wasn’t so overwhelming.
“Hey,” Kurt’s voice broke in. “Feeling better?”
Blaine nodded gratefully, still not opening his eyes. He did. He felt so, so much better.
“Look at me, honey. Let me see those pretty eyes.”
Blaine reluctantly opened his eyes. Kurt gradually came into focus in front of him. He was smiling, and Blaine instantly felt a warmth growing inside. He’d done that. Kurt was smiling because of him.
“Good boy,” Kurt praised him. “You’ve been so good for me today, so very brave.”
Blaine didn’t feel very brave. “I’ve been scared of everything,” he objected, looking away from Kurt in shame.
Kurt’s sudden sharp grip on his hair forced him to meet Kurt’s eyes again. “But you’ve tried for me. Even though you were scared. That makes you so very brave, Blaine, such a very brave boy, and I couldn’t be prouder to call you mine.”
Suddenly, Blaine wanted Kurt closer, as close as possible. He didn’t want to leave the cage, he wanted to stay where Kurt had put him, he wanted to stay in his place, Kurt always had a place for everything and everything in its place but he wanted Kurt -
“Kiss me,” Blaine begged.
Kurt smiled. “Of course.”
It was awkward, but Kurt did kiss Blaine, through the bars. It was a chaste kiss, out of necessity - Blaine’s face was smushed uncomfortably against the metal as it was - but it was just what Blaine needed. Kurt kissed him again and again, butterfly soft. It was beautiful, wonderful, and Blaine was Kurt’s, always, always and forever, and Kurt could just kiss him like this forever and Blaine wouldn’t mind -
Suddenly, Kurt wasn’t kissing him anymore. Blaine couldn’t help it; he let out a whine of discontent. Why had Kurt stopped?
“Sorry, honey,” Kurt said from in front of him, his voice unusally tense. Blaine slowly realized that Kurt was roughly palming his own erection through his tight pants. “You’re so hot like this, honey, you don’t even know-” Kurt cut himself off with a groan.
Blaine was hot? Kurt was hot. God, Kurt was sex itself and even if Blaine hadn’t already known Kurt was going commando, he’d have been able to tell, the way those pants were painted on. And he was hard, hard because of Blaine, and no no no Blaine was supposed to get Kurt’s cock, he’d been good, so good -
“You were good, are good,” Kurt gasped, wrenching his hand away from his crotch to pet Blaine’s hair again. “So good for me.”
Blaine whined - like a dog, God - he needed Kurt’s cock, needed Kurt, always needed Kurt, please please please
“You want it, honey?”
Yes yes yes so much please Kurt please he’ll be good so good
Kurt’s laugh was fondly amused. “You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you, Blaine?”
He was, oh God, he was; such a slut, always always always please
Kurt slowly unzipped his pants - Blaine could swear he heard every metal chink pull apart, one by one - and pulled out his erection, fisting it casually. It was flushed and red and hard and Blaine could see precome leaking out the top and oh please Kurt Kurt Kurt he had to taste it, had to, wanted it wanted it wanted it please he’d be so good
Kurt teasingly brushed the head of his cock against Blaine’s lips. It was the lightest of touches, but it burned through Blaine like a wildfire, each tiny movement magnified a hundred fold. He could taste Kurt but Kurt wasn’t letting him have it, not yet, and it was worse being so close, so close and yet so far
“Please!” Blaine’s voice came out in an agonized sob. “Please, Kurt, I’ve been good, I’ll be so good, please-”
“Please what, honey?” Kurt silkily asked, still slowly jerking himself off.
Blaine clenched his eyes shut in frustration. Kurt knew what Blaine wanted, what he needed. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Kurt hummed consideringly. “I think you can do better than that,” He said, using his other hand to slip through the bars and tug Blaine’s hair sharply. “I know what a cockslut you are, Blaine, so go ahead and beg for it. Let me know just how badly you want my cock.”
Blaine begged. He didn’t even know what he was saying, just babbled on and on, desperate to say the right thing, to do the right thing, to be good-
Please Kurt he needed it he always needed it he never felt right without Kurt’s cock in his mouth in his ass fucking him owning him loving him please he wanted it wanted to taste wanted his lips to burn jaws to ache wanted Kurt close so close so deep wanted to choke wanted to try to take more wanted all of it wanted Kurt Kurt Kurt please he was a slut, such a slut, a cockslut, but only for Kurt, a slut for Kurt, for Kurt’s cock he needed it please please please
Dimly, Blaine heard his boyfriend groan from above him, and then finally his mouth was full. Kurt’s hand was fisted in his hair, and Blaine reveled in the pain of his tight grip, using it to keep himself there - he didn’t want to miss this, not a second of it, not even for the floating sensation that he loved, no; he wanted to feel every milimeter of movement, every sensation of heat and weight, the ache in his knees and in his jaw as Kurt fucked into his mouth, God, made him take it Blaine would always take it always wanted to take it he was made for this made to be on his knees made to be Kurt’s, always always always.
He could feel tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes as he choked again and again, swallowing on his own gag reflex. Kurt helped him (Kurt always helped him), holding his hair tightly and not letting him pull away in reflex.
Kurt was talking to him again, calling him honey and beautiful and good boy, telling him what a slut he was, so desperate for it, so damncockhungry and wasn’t he lucky Kurt was there to give him what he needed? What would happen if Kurt wasn’t there? Would Blaine get on his knees for anyone willing to fuck his pretty slut mouth? He would, wouldn’t he? Such a fucking slut, he needs someone looking after him, doesn’t he? Someone to give him what he needs, let him be a good boy the way he’s meant to be – look at all these people, honey, they can all see what a slut you are, how eager you are, how desperate, how fucking greedy – they can see that you’re mine, my good boy, and they all want you but they can’t have you because you belong to me.
Saliva was dribbling out of Blaine’s mouth and he looked a fucking mess, he knew he did, looked the desperate slut he was with his cock hard and red against his stomach, leaking precum onto his belly and dripping onto the cage floor, with his fucked-red lips and tearstained face still begging for more more more.
EVeryone could see, everyone could tell, and just the thought of it made Blaine lightheaded, or maybe that was because he couldn’t breathe, could only choke again and again and he’d gladly suffocate if kurt would just. keep. fucking his mouth, would just keep using him like the slut he was.
And then Kurt was gone and his mouth was empty and his jaws ached, his lips were numb and sore both, and he knew that didn’t make sense but not having Kurt’s cock in his mouth didn’t make sense—
“Look at you,” he distantly heard Kurt say incredulously. “Moaning like a whore. What would you do to have it back?”
Anything, anything; he’d do anything, Kurt, anything, just let him be good, let him make it good for him, please just let Blaine make him come.
“You want it that badly, slut?” Kurt was jerking himself still, slowly, almost leisurely, and the head of his cock was almost but just not quite close enough to taste, and the words were cruel, dismissive, but the tone was fond and Blaine was saying yes again and again yes yes yes and it wasn’t even coming out as real words, he knew, but Kurt understood, he always understood—
“Then come for me,” Kurt said, and it was an order. Blaine couldn’t touch himself, could barely rub himself against the bars, but it didn’t matter because he’d been on the edge for so long anyway and Kurt wanted him too and he sucked in a ragged breath and then he was coming, all over his belly and the bars and the floor in front of him and Kurt was telling him what a good boy he was, how obedient, how fucking sexy, and “Eyes shut; mouth open, Blaine” and then there was wet heat all over his face and Kurt must have come on him, he could taste it trickling into his mouth and he almost felt cheated because he hadn’t been able to see, hadn’t been able to feel but this was almost as good because it marked him as Kurt’s and Kurt loved it, loved seeing Blaine’s face covered in his come—
Blaine kept his eyes shut and his mouth open as he tried to catch his breath and come down. Kurt hadn’t said he could stop yet. And sure enough, then Kurt was gently wiping the come away from his eyes, letting Blaine suck some of it off his fingertips and rubbing the rest into his skin gently, still praising him for being such a good boy.
“You can open your eyes now, honey,” He heard Kurt say, and did so. The world slowly swam into view and sharpened, came into focus. The first thing he saw was Kurt, smiling at him, proud and appreciative and sated, and Blaine couldn’t help but smile back because he’d been good.
The second thing he saw was all the people that must have been watching, saw Mike and Tina curled up on a couch looking directly at him, and they’d seen him, they’d all seen him, oh god they had all seen him and Kurt was still talking, still praising him and telling him how hot he’d been, how much of a slut he’d acted, and nothing had changed but suddenly everything had and the lightheaded heat that had been burning through him had changed to a sickening chill in his stomach, in his head, and the come on his face was burning, a brand; he had to get it off, had to get out—
“Red.”
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Beautiful, and perverse, and God, sometimes Blaine still couldn't believe this was his life.
"Want to try it out?" Kurt asked, still holding his wrists securely behind his back.
Blaine nodded, unable to speak. He did. God, he did. Of course he did.
Kurt brushed a kiss against his cheek and then let go of him for just a minute. Blaine just stood there, unable to stop staring at the cage. It was all harsh dichotomy - black painted wood and gleaming silver chrome. It could have been a cage for a very large dog, based on the size, but it was so not a dog cage. This had been made for a person, made for someone like Blaine and -
"In you go, honey," Kurt's voice broke into his thoughts. Blaine thoughtlessly obeyed the tug on his collar and dropped to his knees, crawling inside. He shivered at the ringing clang of the door shutting behind him, and then almost started crying when he heard Kurt lock it tight.
"Kurt?" Blaine's voice broke a little, and it was barely loud enough to hear, but his boyfriend had superpowers or something, because it was mere seconds before Kurt reappeared in Blaine's view, visibly concerned.
"Blaine?"
"Touch me, please?" Blaine begged.
"Oh, honey." Kurt knelt down in front of Blaine, reaching through the bars to caress Blaine's cheek. "Do you want to come back out?"
Blaine shook his head. No, he didn't want out, he wanted in, he wanted to never leave, but it was so much and he couldn't stand it and Kurt Kurt Kurt
"Shh," Kurt hushed him. "It's okay. I'm right here."
Blaine was dimly embarrassed by his behavior, by the way he was almost frantically nuzzling into Kurt’s touch, but he needed it, needed Kurt to ground him, hold him down and anchor him, because Blaine was scared he might just float away.
“You’re fine,” Kurt’s voice said soothingly and Blaine closed his eyes tightly and just focused on Kurt’s voice, on Kurt’s touch, on Kurt’s cuffs holding his wrists behind his back, on the comforting weight of Kurt’s collar around his neck
I love you, honey, so so much. I’m never letting you go, never saying goodbye to you. As long as you wear this collar around your neck, you’re mine, and I will take care of you.
Gradually, he was able to take slower, deeper breaths. It was still incredibly intense, being able to feel cool metal bars around him and knowing that he was stuck there, that Kurt had put him there and only Kurt could let him out. He could breathe again, though. It wasn’t so overwhelming.
“Hey,” Kurt’s voice broke in. “Feeling better?”
Blaine nodded gratefully, still not opening his eyes. He did. He felt so, so much better.
“Look at me, honey. Let me see those pretty eyes.”
Blaine reluctantly opened his eyes. Kurt gradually came into focus in front of him. He was smiling, and Blaine instantly felt a warmth growing inside. He’d done that. Kurt was smiling because of him.
“Good boy,” Kurt praised him. “You’ve been so good for me today, so very brave.”
Blaine didn’t feel very brave. “I’ve been scared of everything,” he objected, looking away from Kurt in shame.
Kurt’s sudden sharp grip on his hair forced him to meet Kurt’s eyes again. “But you’ve tried for me. Even though you were scared. That makes you so very brave, Blaine, such a very brave boy, and I couldn’t be prouder to call you mine.”
Suddenly, Blaine wanted Kurt closer, as close as possible. He didn’t want to leave the cage, he wanted to stay where Kurt had put him, he wanted to stay in his place, Kurt always had a place for everything and everything in its place but he wanted Kurt -
“Kiss me,” Blaine begged.
Kurt smiled. “Of course.”
It was awkward, but Kurt did kiss Blaine, through the bars. It was a chaste kiss, out of necessity - Blaine’s face was smushed uncomfortably against the metal as it was - but it was just what Blaine needed. Kurt kissed him again and again, butterfly soft. It was beautiful, wonderful, and Blaine was Kurt’s, always, always and forever, and Kurt could just kiss him like this forever and Blaine wouldn’t mind -
Suddenly, Kurt wasn’t kissing him anymore. Blaine couldn’t help it; he let out a whine of discontent. Why had Kurt stopped?
“Sorry, honey,” Kurt said from in front of him, his voice unusally tense. Blaine slowly realized that Kurt was roughly palming his own erection through his tight pants. “You’re so hot like this, honey, you don’t even know-” Kurt cut himself off with a groan.
Blaine was hot? Kurt was hot. God, Kurt was sex itself and even if Blaine hadn’t already known Kurt was going commando, he’d have been able to tell, the way those pants were painted on. And he was hard, hard because of Blaine, and no no no Blaine was supposed to get Kurt’s cock, he’d been good, so good -
“You were good, are good,” Kurt gasped, wrenching his hand away from his crotch to pet Blaine’s hair again. “So good for me.”
Blaine whined - like a dog, God - he needed Kurt’s cock, needed Kurt, always needed Kurt, please please please
“You want it, honey?”
Yes yes yes so much please Kurt please he’ll be good so good
Kurt’s laugh was fondly amused. “You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you, Blaine?”
He was, oh God, he was; such a slut, always always always please
Kurt slowly unzipped his pants - Blaine could swear he heard every metal chink pull apart, one by one - and pulled out his erection, fisting it casually. It was flushed and red and hard and Blaine could see precome leaking out the top and oh please Kurt Kurt Kurt he had to taste it, had to, wanted it wanted it wanted it please he’d be so good
Kurt teasingly brushed the head of his cock against Blaine’s lips. It was the lightest of touches, but it burned through Blaine like a wildfire, each tiny movement magnified a hundred fold. He could taste Kurt but Kurt wasn’t letting him have it, not yet, and it was worse being so close, so close and yet so far
“Please!” Blaine’s voice came out in an agonized sob. “Please, Kurt, I’ve been good, I’ll be so good, please-”
“Please what, honey?” Kurt silkily asked, still slowly jerking himself off.
Blaine clenched his eyes shut in frustration. Kurt knew what Blaine wanted, what he needed. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Kurt hummed consideringly. “I think you can do better than that,” He said, using his other hand to slip through the bars and tug Blaine’s hair sharply. “I know what a cockslut you are, Blaine, so go ahead and beg for it. Let me know just how badly you want my cock.”
Blaine begged. He didn’t even know what he was saying, just babbled on and on, desperate to say the right thing, to do the right thing, to be good-
Please Kurt he needed it he always needed it he never felt right without Kurt’s cock in his mouth in his ass fucking him owning him loving him please he wanted it wanted to taste wanted his lips to burn jaws to ache wanted Kurt close so close so deep wanted to choke wanted to try to take more wanted all of it wanted Kurt Kurt Kurt please he was a slut, such a slut, a cockslut, but only for Kurt, a slut for Kurt, for Kurt’s cock he needed it please please please
Dimly, Blaine heard his boyfriend groan from above him, and then finally his mouth was full. Kurt’s hand was fisted in his hair, and Blaine reveled in the pain of his tight grip, using it to keep himself there - he didn’t want to miss this, not a second of it, not even for the floating sensation that he loved, no; he wanted to feel every milimeter of movement, every sensation of heat and weight, the ache in his knees and in his jaw as Kurt fucked into his mouth, God, made him take it Blaine would always take it always wanted to take it he was made for this made to be on his knees made to be Kurt’s, always always always.
He could feel tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes as he choked again and again, swallowing on his own gag reflex. Kurt helped him (Kurt always helped him), holding his hair tightly and not letting him pull away in reflex.
Kurt was talking to him again, calling him honey and beautiful and good boy, telling him what a slut he was, so desperate for it, so damncockhungry and wasn’t he lucky Kurt was there to give him what he needed? What would happen if Kurt wasn’t there? Would Blaine get on his knees for anyone willing to fuck his pretty slut mouth? He would, wouldn’t he? Such a fucking slut, he needs someone looking after him, doesn’t he? Someone to give him what he needs, let him be a good boy the way he’s meant to be – look at all these people, honey, they can all see what a slut you are, how eager you are, how desperate, how fucking greedy – they can see that you’re mine, my good boy, and they all want you but they can’t have you because you belong to me.
Saliva was dribbling out of Blaine’s mouth and he looked a fucking mess, he knew he did, looked the desperate slut he was with his cock hard and red against his stomach, leaking precum onto his belly and dripping onto the cage floor, with his fucked-red lips and tearstained face still begging for more more more.
EVeryone could see, everyone could tell, and just the thought of it made Blaine lightheaded, or maybe that was because he couldn’t breathe, could only choke again and again and he’d gladly suffocate if kurt would just. keep. fucking his mouth, would just keep using him like the slut he was.
And then Kurt was gone and his mouth was empty and his jaws ached, his lips were numb and sore both, and he knew that didn’t make sense but not having Kurt’s cock in his mouth didn’t make sense—
“Look at you,” he distantly heard Kurt say incredulously. “Moaning like a whore. What would you do to have it back?”
Anything, anything; he’d do anything, Kurt, anything, just let him be good, let him make it good for him, please just let Blaine make him come.
“You want it that badly, slut?” Kurt was jerking himself still, slowly, almost leisurely, and the head of his cock was almost but just not quite close enough to taste, and the words were cruel, dismissive, but the tone was fond and Blaine was saying yes again and again yes yes yes and it wasn’t even coming out as real words, he knew, but Kurt understood, he always understood—
“Then come for me,” Kurt said, and it was an order. Blaine couldn’t touch himself, could barely rub himself against the bars, but it didn’t matter because he’d been on the edge for so long anyway and Kurt wanted him too and he sucked in a ragged breath and then he was coming, all over his belly and the bars and the floor in front of him and Kurt was telling him what a good boy he was, how obedient, how fucking sexy, and “Eyes shut; mouth open, Blaine” and then there was wet heat all over his face and Kurt must have come on him, he could taste it trickling into his mouth and he almost felt cheated because he hadn’t been able to see, hadn’t been able to feel but this was almost as good because it marked him as Kurt’s and Kurt loved it, loved seeing Blaine’s face covered in his come—
Blaine kept his eyes shut and his mouth open as he tried to catch his breath and come down. Kurt hadn’t said he could stop yet. And sure enough, then Kurt was gently wiping the come away from his eyes, letting Blaine suck some of it off his fingertips and rubbing the rest into his skin gently, still praising him for being such a good boy.
“You can open your eyes now, honey,” He heard Kurt say, and did so. The world slowly swam into view and sharpened, came into focus. The first thing he saw was Kurt, smiling at him, proud and appreciative and sated, and Blaine couldn’t help but smile back because he’d been good.
The second thing he saw was all the people that must have been watching, saw Mike and Tina curled up on a couch looking directly at him, and they’d seen him, they’d all seen him, oh god they had all seen him and Kurt was still talking, still praising him and telling him how hot he’d been, how much of a slut he’d acted, and nothing had changed but suddenly everything had and the lightheaded heat that had been burning through him had changed to a sickening chill in his stomach, in his head, and the come on his face was burning, a brand; he had to get it off, had to get out—
“Red.”
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