Sept. 11, 2012, 12:57 a.m.
Of Pleasure and Pain: Chapter 18
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Chapter 18
"So I have an, interesting, little letter that I received with me." Sebastian announced as they were waiting for their dinners to show up. Blaine and Sebastian sat on one side of the table, Kurt and Sam on the other. Sam perked up curiously at Sebastian's dramatic little declaration, while Kurt simply continued to make a stick person with his and Blaine's utensils.
"What is it?" Sam asked urgently. Sebastian laughed and passed it over. Sam unfolded it and began to read. "Samuel T. Evans, we wish to inform you that David J. Karofsky has been officially labeled as an AUD (Abusive/Unfit Dominant) and is ineligible to have a submissive. Further, we are pleased to tell you that, at your request, you have been placed under the care of Sebastian K. Smythe…" Sam trailed off, looked up slowly, and promptly began to scream, practically throwing himself across the table to hug Sebastian. Sebastian laughed and pushed him back into his seat. Almost instantly, Sam started pouting and asking Kurt to switch seats. Kurt laughed and moved to sit with Blaine so Sebastian could be properly tackled.
When Sam finally settled down, he leaned into Sebastian and cuddled into him possessively.
"Someone's happy." Blaine commented. Sam just grinned.
"I'm surprised you're ready for another relationship so soon." Kurt said quietly, concern clear in his voice.
"Kurt." Sam reached across the table to take the countertenor's hand, smiling reassuringly. "I trust Sebastian. And I trust that he won't hurt me. Besides, if I don't have a Dom I'm more likely to end up on the Black Market, and that thought is just horrifying."
Kurt shivered a little and nodded in agreement. The Black Market was essentially that. An underground market were unclaimed subs were captured and sold to AUDs. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of submissives that went unclaimed who were kidnapped, most never to be seen again. The few that were found were either already dead, or didn't survive in the hospital.
The foursome ate in semi-silence, only the occasional comment being said. It wasn't uncomfortable though. There was simply nothing that needed to be said.
"Does this mean we can have an orgy now?" Sebastian asked Blaine suddenly. Kurt smacked his forehead with the heel of his palm while Sam laughed.
"Sure, why the hell not." Blaine replied, laughing along with Sebastian. "Hell, we can get Nick and Jeff in on it too!"
"I'm embarrassed to know you." Kurt mumbled. Blaine laughed and kissed the top of his head.
"You're the one who said you liked sharing." He pointed out. Kurt blushed at that.
*break*
Kurt shivered as Master's breath ghosted over his cheeks. He fought very hard to remain still, not that he would have a very wide range of motion should he move. His legs were forced apart by a spreader bar, his wrists attached near his ankles. The left side of his face pressed into the pillow as he looked up pleadingly at Master.
"Please." He whimpered. With that one, broken word, the teasing look in Master's eyes disappeared, swapping out instead for a caring, indulgent one. He winked and leaned down out of Kurt's view.
Kurt screamed and jolted forward when a warm tongue pressed against his opening, before pushing back desperately, eager for friction. Master gripped his hips tightly to keep him from moving, before fucking him with his tongue. Kurt whined desperately as Master teased him.
"You like that baby? Of course you do. You like everything I do to you, don't you sweetness? Because you're a slut. My perfect little slut." Master's words went straight to Kurt's cock, and he started begging without giving himself permission.
"Please Master… please, I need it!"
"What do you need baby?" Master asked innocently. "What do you want me to do?"
"Want you to fuck me." Kurt whimpered desperately. "Please Master, please!" he begged. Master moaned behind him and slid in without warning, making Kurt scream.
Kurt jolted upward, panting hard. He looked around to find himself in his room, alone. He groaned and fell back against his pillows.
Stupid fucking dreams.