Chapter 34

"Kurt! Come on, we're going to be late!" the boy in question came skittering down the stairs, barely stopping himself a step from the ground and almost slamming into Blaine.

"Sorry Master." He murmured softly, eyes down.

"Come on." Blaine said simply, walking toward the door. Kurt followed closely. They got into Blaine's car and drove off. Kurt looked at Blaine hesitantly for a second before leaning into his shoulder the way he always did. Blaine smirked down at him for a moment and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

"May I ask where we're going Master?" he enquired softly.

"We are going to meet up with the boys for a night out." He explained cryptically. Kurt giggled a little and rolled his eyes. They pulled into a parking lot and Kurt got out of the car, quickly going around the other side to open Blaine's door for him. Blaine smiled at him. "Thank you darling."

Kurt preened under the praise before turning to see where they were.

"Scandals?" he asked, caught between excitement and horror.

"It was either this or guys night at home and they said if we did that they'd do everything they could to turn it into an orgy. I figured you'd like this option better." He smirked and took his hand, thumb brushing along his inner wrist. "Of course if I was wrong, we could just turn around and go back home." He teased. Kurt blushed and started toward the door to the club, pulling Blaine with him. Blaine stopped them a few feet away and pulled something out of his pocket. Kurt's eyes widened at the sight of the thin chain leash with the leather handle, one of his presents from what felt like forever ago.

"May I?" Blaine asked, his voice playful but his eyes speaking volumes. He was asking for Kurt's consent. Public submission wasn't something all submissives were okay with, but Kurt didn't care. He would do anything, anywhere, to please his Master. He nodded slowly and lifted his chin invitingly. Blaine's smile was radiant as he clipped the little thing on. "Perfect." He murmured, kissing Kurt soundly before they went inside. Kurt couldn't help but smile and snuggle into Blaine's side as they walked to the large booth that seated Nick, Puck, and Sebastian. Blaine slid into the seat and Kurt knelt beside him, curling into his legs as always. Sam and Jeff smiled at him from their own Doms' legs.

A girl came to get their drink orders and Blaine ordered for both of them, a Sex on the Beach for him and a Screaming Orgasm for Kurt. Sam winked playfully beside him and he blushed furiously.

The boys above them chatted for a few minutes, not paying any attention to the warm bodies curled around them. Eventually Nick dragged Jeff off to the dance floor, loosing themselves in the crowd. Sam, Puck and Sebastian followed a few minutes later, the blonde being pinned between the taller boys and obviously loving the attention he was being given. Blaine excused himself to the washroom, laughing and promising they would dance when he got back after seeing the pout on Kurt's face.

Kurt leaned into the bench that Blaine had been seated on moments ago, fiddling with his leash and tossing back the rest of his drink. He wasn't drunk off his ass but had had enough that he was getting tipsy and things were all a little weird looking. He always knew he was a lightweight.

"Well hello there." A surprised voice murmured smoothly beside him. Kurt let his head roll to the side to see what he thought was Jace smirking at him, crouched down to his level.

"Go 'way." he mumbled, waving a hand at Jace's face. "I" He said, while pointing at himself "is waiting for blainey-boo."

"Blaine got held up. He asked me to keep you entertained." Jace said happily, knowing that what he said was the furthest thing from the truth but hoping the boy was intoxicated enough to believe him.

"He did?" Kurt mumbled, looking confused.

"Would I lie to you Kurt?" Jace said convincingly. Kurt mumbled something incoherently before allowing Jace to pull him onto the dance floor. Hips were pulled together and his back rested against the boy's broad chest.

Then he started moving.

Kurt didn't think twice about grinding back into the hips behind him, too lost in the sensations and alcohol to care. He let out little noises without noticing, whimpers and moans blending together with the words being whispered into his ear. Time didn't pass. Breaths sped up. A hand reached around to cup his now straining erection and palm it, eliciting a high pitched moan from Kurt. And a yell from someone else.

The body behind Kurt disappeared and he whimpered at the loss, twisting around to find Jace on the floor, hand on his bloody nose. Firm arms pulled him into another chest. He was able to focus enough to see that Sam and Jeff were holding him protectively while Nick, Puck, and Sebastian held back a struggling Blaine. Security guards broke up the pseudo fight quickly. Kurt passed out after that.

*break*

He awoke with a pounding headache in an unfamiliar bed. He looked around blearily, trying to get his bearings. He had seen this room only once before, when Blaine had shown him. He was in the basement, or the playroom for lack of a better term. This was where all the larger equipment and such were stored. Not that they ever really used any of it.

The only question now was why was he here? A shadow moved on the other side of the room and he craned his neck, propping himself up on his elbows to try and see what it was.

"Master?" he asked hopefully. Blaine would know why he was down here and why his head hurt like a bitch. "What's going o-"

"You don't have permission to speak." Blaine growled as he came closer. Kurt snapped his mouth closed and lowered his eyes nervously. Footsteps approached and a firm hand wrapped around his upper arm, pulling him over to what he vaguely recalled was a pommel horse or something along that line. He bent at the waist when Blaine pushed on his back, his hands were stretched to the sides and tied there, his legs being nudged apart by what felt like Blaine's foot, before his pants, still the same from the club, were pulled down. He turned his head to the side to stare up at him nervously.

"You're being punished Kurt. You know what you did." He said before turning and walking out of his field of view. His footsteps approached again after a few seconds. "Count." He said shortly. Kurt tensed as something flew through the air, making a swish sound before landing against his pale bottom. Kurt screeched in pain before stuttering out a small 'one'.

By three he was sobbing.

By four he was sure he'd bruise.

"Red." He finally whimpered when the sixth hit, choking on his sobs and trying to get his breath back. There was a silence broken only by his quieting tears before swift fingers began to undo his restraints. Kurt stood and fumbled to get his pants back from where they'd pooled around his ankles, wincing in pain.

"Kurt." Blaine said softly, looking worried. Kurt took one look at him and fresh tears sprung up in his eyes before he ran out of the room. He clambered into his car and sped away before Blaine could stop him.