Chapter 4

Kurt collapsed into his bed, sighing and rubbing his temples. Only two more months.

“Sector 4, hit the showers!” He heard someone bark. He sighed again and hauled himself up as the iron barred door of his cell slid open. He grabbed the toothbrush, toothpaste, and brush they allowed him and left.

He stood still for the obligatory rifle through his things for them to make sure he didn't have anything dangerous. There was only a few people and the usual two guards inside, so he set his things and his clothes on the ledge and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up a bit before stepping underneath. It got lukewarm at best, but it was still nice to be clean.

The prison showers were nothing fancy. Basically a long hall with shower heads every four feet or so. The floor was only six or so feet wide, with a ledge spanning on the other side so they were boxed in. there was a small open area on the opposite side of the ledge with a few lockers for the guards and a stack of coarse towels. Kurt closed his eyes and imagined that he was at home, with his dad banging on the door for him to hurry up.

At the door, Blaine smirked. It was almost too easy at this point. His prize had made the mistake of letting himself relax. Even if just for a second, things like that will get you killed.

A single look and the guards turned and walked away, one of them, the same that had moved Kurt from his cell a few days ago, glanced back at the brunette worriedly, but kept walking. David and Issac took their places, grabbing the few other inmates and shoving them out before locking the door. Slade went around the side of the ledge, Kurt still humming softly and washing the shampoo out of his hair. With one swift move he was yanked off balance and back against the ledge, his arms held down by Slade.

Kurt screamed and looked around wildly, eyes widening in horror when he saw Blaine approaching.

“That was quite the stunt you pulled.” He growled as he came closer, one of his hands resting on Kurt's chin. The brunette trembled.

“I've had a good teacher.” Blaine's hand tightened around his jaw. “So what are you going to do now?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” Blaine's free hand reached down to grip Kurt’s penis tightly, making the younger hiss. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as his tormentor stepped closer leaning down to bite his neck hard enough to draw blood. Kurt whimpered as he felt rough hands part his cheeks, a dry finger shoving itself into his virgin channel. He cried out and struggled, but it was no use. Blaine just chuckled. He swiped his free hand across Kurt’s still soapy chest briefly, pumping himself for a moment before pulling his other hand away and hiking Kurt’s legs up around his waist.

Kurt screamed at an ear shattering volume when Blaine pushed into him quickly, not wasting a second before he began thrusting violently. He pulled at his arms desperately, trying to get away as the tears began streaking down his face.

“Please, stop!” He whimpered. “please, I’m sorry!”

“not yet you're not.” Blaine chuckled darkly, leaning forward to bite his lower lip sharply. “Such a beautiful bitch... this didn't have to be so hard you know. Everything would have been so muck simpler if you just gave in. You'd have been mine either way. And I’m going to keep taking this tight little fuckhole until you realize that you belong to me!” he slowed down and thrust hard with the final four words. Kurt sobbed and went limp. It went on for hours, at least that's how it felt. Blaine continued to whisper filth in his ear, pushing hard into him and biting all across his chest. Kurt winced when he came, the semen like salt in a wound to his torn ass.

Blaine pulled out and stepped away, smirking as Slade let go of Kurt’s arms and he slid to the floor, curling into himself at cum and blood began leaking from his destroyed passage.