Chapter 6

This time there was fire in his veins. He felt it follow the hands that were touching him as they left a path so hot Kurt felt like he would light up any time. They were everywhere and for once they felt good, running up his thighs, touching his erect cock, in his hair, shoving his tongue and mouth over hot flesh and pulling him at his hair to then repeat the motion. Hands were spreading his cheeks and pinching his nipples and squeezing his neck and holding his legs wide open.

´Blaine´, Kurt wanted to moan but something was in his mouth and it never slid out long enough to make him utter the name.

His eyes were unseeing, closed because whenever he opened them the world was blurry and he became confused. It didn´t matter though, since only Blaine could make sex feel good, only Blaine cared enough. It was surprisingly easy to admit that to himself when he was loose and relaxed as another cock entered him for the fourth time in a row. He was never left not catered for because of Blaine, but his body still felt like an itch no one scratched.

“More, please mo- more, I need more-“ He begged once he could. “Please fuck me harder Bl-“

Blaine´s hand caressed his face, making his cheek burn with touch. His thighs, his ass, his cock and nipples burned as well.”Shh, Lucky. We will take good care of you. Just be a good little bitch and open your cockhole wider.”

Kurt didn´t understand. He just knew that he wanted to obey. Seconds after his mouth was filled and he gasped as he came.

He needed more.

“Hear that? You don´t fuck him hard enough, Tom.” Blaine said to himself. There was no one to dejumble his thoughts to help Kurt comprehend.  Kurt just wanted to beg louder because he needed- he needed-needed

“Shut up. Sluts like him just can´t get enou-gh. Watch how he likes my- my dick.”

“There´s very little to like then.”
“Fuck y-you!” Blaine said. Kurt was confused, but words seemed foreign to his mind anyway. He just wanted to feel more. Why did he not feel good enough?

One of Blaine´s many hands held him against something and made it hard to swallow or breathe as his mouth was filled. Soon after it was painfully empty again.

“I am burning. I – please- more- just more. Fuck me, please.”

“I already am you fucking bitch.” The hand on his face was much hotter when it hit his cheek. “Can you believe him? Such a wanton whore, not even satisfied by three men. Tell me Lucky, what do you want and where to you want it?”
Kurt gasped when Blaine´s cock stopped fucking him.”You make me feel so good, B-“
“What. Do . You. Want?”

“It´s so hot. I need more.”

“More where?” Blaine asked, pulling at Kurt´s hair. It felt good just not enough. Never enough.”Where do you need the only thing that can satisfy you?”

Kurt let a hand slide down his body to push against his hole that throbbed and burned with need. It was already filled but it wasn´t enough. He tried to insert another finger alongside the intruder but someone grabbed his hand before he could.

Soon after his body was satisfied as he was filled and the burning itch stopped. If only for a moment. Blaine tried and tried but Kurt´s body was driven by the force of his body that constantly demanded more and he couldn´t help but yelp and whine when he was left alone. His body became cold, apart from the heat low on his body but he wasn´t fulfilled yet. He needed.

“No- no no. Stay I just need-“

Three men he hadn't noticed until then exited the room without sparing him another look. Neither did he really look at the next man entering, too busy trying to satisfy himself. Those happenings repeated in fast forward, with Kurt having no mind to want to hold onto or remember.

Kurt only came to hours later, head spinning and his private parts feeling raw. The world spun a little when he decided to open his eyes and this time he caught himself before he blurted out Blaine´s name. This was not Blaine.

He wasn´t sure why he ever thought it had been.

“Hey, look who´s awake. Are you up for another round, Lucky?”

Kurt only shook his head. At least he thought he did. Everything hurt and his thoughts were lost in a maze that wouldn´t let him emerge. He only felt hands carding through his hair and he grunted in reply because even that was painful.

“You are right, we can spend the night just enjoying ourselves like that. You rarely let me cuddle with you.” The man pulled him closer, ignoring his whine when a hand started to message his limp cock. Kurt started to yell because even the simplest touch felt like pinpricks deep inside his skin, but a hand held his mouth closed.”What? You suddenly don´t like it anymore? Minutes ago you fucking begged me to do it. You said you loved me, did you just forget that? You love me. And people in love let their partner have sex with them whenever he wants to. That is the essential of any relationship. You are the woman part of this and when I want sex you want sex as well! Now be good to me!”

Kurt didn´t get hard, he just bit into the putty hands of the man until finally, the pain helped him focus enough to understand. It was Karofsky doing this to him.

“You wild today, Lucky? Is It because you know how much it turns me on when you fight me? Do you want to see me fight you in return?”

Karofsky raised one hand to bring it to Kurt´s cheek. His thoughts were even fuzzier when they returned but Kurt barely felt the warmth of his skin bruising. The overall pain in his body numbed him to it.

“What will it be?” Karofsky asked, breath moist and lazed with alcohol.”Gentle or rough, Lucky? You know I love you so don´t be afraid. It won´t hurt that much.”

Utterly defeated, he succumbed to the numbness of his mind until it shut up and he could close his eyes in agony.Darkness dragged him under while the world proceeded with its cruelty and he fell asleep.

X

Finn was standing in front of their apartment door when he arrived. He still wore the backpack Kurt had stuffed with his things when he had sent him to Puck but he didn´t wear the same heartbroken expression as last time. Now his face was set in angry line and he avoided his brother´s gaze.

“I am sorry, Finn.” He said at arrival.”I needed to take care of work. Was it that bad at Puck´s?”

Once the apartment was unlocked, Finn entered without another word. He left Kurt clutching his torso as if his hand could reach in to soothe his heart.

-          

His heart that was beating fast as he was sitting opposite of Blaine in a restaurant and noticed his slip a little too late.

“What work?” Blaine asked after sipping on his wine.”I don´t see why you would need to work part time when you are also studying law? Financially you don´t have any problems, or do you?”

Kurt covered his full moth as he spoke, “No, I didn´t mean-“
“You can tell me. This relationship can only work if we´re honest with each other. And I won´t look down on you for working part-time as well to be a little more independent .It is what my parents made me do as well for a month or so.”

The word relationship weighted more than all the food and alcohol in his stomach. Kurt cleared his throat, working around the lump in it that is caused by all the hate and even partly the shame.

“I mean work as in work on the essays I have to submit next week.” Kurt lied blatantly. ”Finn keeps me occupied too much for me to not rely on family money unfortunately.”

Then he avoided Blaine´s gaze that demanded the truth Kurt was hiding. They continued to eat in a noble restaurant, with Blaine insisting to pay. The hand that had held his on the table tops for hours almost felt as scolding as the fear of messing this up was.

He kissed Blaine outside the restaurant until Blaine´s breath got caught in his throat and proceeded to do so until they reached Blaine´s apartment. There he stopped kissing and started fucking.

Exhausted afterwards he fell back into the bed.

-

He felt the rug bite into his cheek and the dust gather on his tongue as he drew in the breaths never entering his lungs, his mind slowly catching up, informing him that he was having a panic attack.
His body was tired to the bones and it became a struggle to even cry. The drugs kept him awake, most nights he stayed up studying if he could or he stayed at Blaine´s or spend them trying to mend what he had broken with Finn. His attempts had been met with silence but slowly he had realized Finn had finally let his resolve crumble because they at least started talking, even if it was forced on his brother´s part. But now Finn was missing.

Kurt had returned to an empty apartment where Finn should have been. Where was his baby brother? Again it became a struggle to breathe but Kurt slowly pushed himself up from the ground and tried to remain calm. He went looking into Finn´s room, into his own, in the bathroom. Then he went over to Sebastian and Santana who shook their heads and excused themselves to go to work. Nick and Jeff weren´t home.
He almost went over to Hunter, even knowing that his boss would use the opportunity to torture Kurt, when he heard his brother´s voice coming from a room. He went up to it, not recognizing the room until his mind provided him with the only possibilities that weren´t positive regardless of the outcome.

The Bitch, Rachel, opened the door after he had knocked. Dressed in too appropriate clothes for her job, her smiling face turned into a scowl when she saw him standing there.

“Missing someone finally?”, She asked, leaning against the doorframe as if wanting to obstruct his vision. However, Kurt was sure he had caught a glimpse of someone in the back of the room.

“Have you seen Finn? I can´t- can´t-“
Kurt ignored the eye roll of her and tried to get into her apartment. From afar he could see the pink walls, hear her girly music and feel the dread of stepping into the room, in case he would stumble over collages of Hunter and her or the temple she had supposedly build his boss.
“Who else should you be missing. It´s not like you have any friends or family apart from him.”

“Have you or have you not?” He simply stated, suddenly completely calm.

She avoided his yes and as she turned around he saw that her apartment was empty. Pink was replaced by black and just like that her voice changed to, became quiet and broken. No one else was in there with her. “You know I hate you but how can I hate Finn? He actually is the only one still listening to me singing. One time he said that I am his ideal of a woman. Me. There is not much you can hate about the only guy not wanting to fuck with me and instead is my duet partner. I tried to protect him you know? When they came for him I hid him under my bed but-“
“Where is he?” Kurt asked, rooted to the ground. He already knew the answer deep down, feeling the rigged edges of it. ”What have you done to my baby brother?”

“Don´t do this with me every day. I can´t live through this every single day.”
“Through what? Where is Finn?”
“You know he has been dead for a month and yet you come here every day and I try to be strong but-“

No.

This could not be the truth. But if it wasn´t the truth, then why did it feel so familiar once brought up? It couldn´t – it shouldn't. His running thoughts came to a halt when he heard moaning and he looked up to-

X

Kurt slowly woke up from his dream, to notice his neighbors fucking in their apartment. His hands were curled around his body and he fell back into a fitful sleep. Subconsciously his body had slid away from Karofsky´s and his dreams returned to reality interwoven with his worst nightmares.

X

Kurt woke with a start and his first instincts were to unsuccessfully grab the bat hidden under his mattress. There was someone in the room with him and he had to act fast or he´d be in danger. What if Finn was in danger?

“I have a gun!” He screamed loudly at his attacker, hoping the shadow of his hands would at least startle the burglar. Instead he saw a body moving on his bed, making it dip and stealing his blanket in the process.

“I- I have come to protect you. Just in case.” Finn said softly and Kurt instantly relaxed.

Instinctively his hands lowered to draw his brother closer to his body. The paper crown on Finn´s head crinkled as it was crushed and the plastic sword dug into Kurt´s hip but they didn´t comment on it. Neither did Kurt ever reveal that he knew that Finn was a bit old to still be afraid of the dark or Finn that he felt his brother´s hands shaking in his back and the wetness on his cheeks.

“Do you-“ Kurt´s whispery voice broke off for such a logn time he woke Finn when he had almost fallen asleep.”Do you really hate me?”

“No. I am sorry I said that but, Kurt, I am old enough. Old enough for you not to constantly lie to me about everything and think I will be alright with that.”
You are still afraid of the dark, you still play with toys I bought you when you were 8, and you will never be old enough for truth, Kurt wanted to say. Only right now he finally felt like there was hope for them and that he had not destroyed their family beyond repair. He squeezed his brother tightly to his chest, kissed his forehead and giggled when Finn acted disgusted because of that smooch. It was distracting enough not to reply to those accusations and blissfully spent the rest of the night in ignorance.

-

“Good morning, my prince.” Someone sing-songed right into his ear. Kurt cursed since the morning couldn´t possibly be good without a sip of cheap booze and a cigarette.

“Come on, they even brought your favorite caviar.”

Kurt immediately sat up. Not because of the prospect of caviar, which he really had not known anything about until he had googled it when Blaine had been in the shower, but because it was Blaine sitting beside him. The man who thought Kurt was an early riser, such as him. The man Kurt had to act constantly happy for and elegant and snobby. And the one who was slowly doing something to his emotions he couldn´t pinpoint but at least  knew that he hated feeling that way.

“Sterlet or Beluga?” Kurt asked excitedly.

“Look and see.” Blaine answered, drawing Kurt to his already clad chest and kissing his neck.”For you only the best.”

His hand started drawing lines on Kurt´s torso and Kurt closed his eyes in bliss. When he reopened them he was lying on the couch in Blaine´s living room that did look slightly off. He ignored it.

“Like this?” Kurt asked, stretching one leg impossibly far up.”Or should I be more discreet and let your fantasy run wild?”

Blaine appeared from behind the canvas half hiding him, grinning like a fool at Kurt´s naked form. His hair was ungelled and his clothes for once did not look like designer´s. With a smudge of paint on his cheek he looked very much like a college student as opposed to the put together rich guy he really was. It made Kurt´s heart run a bit faster.

“I thought you of all people would want to be drawn like Rose in the Titanic scene but I am still not surprised you-“ Blaine gulped and grinned.”go for the cheerleader version of things.”

Kurt didn´t understand the reference, since watching movies had never been his top priority between abusive parents and prostitution. “Don´t you like it?”

”You of all people should know how much I like being the one spreading you.”For a second Kurt was startled, until his doubt turned into dread as Blaine continued.”And I know how much you like being spread by cock. The way you always beg to be filled is so slutty. You are such a fucking slut and every man in New York knows that because you use your hole to make money. Isn´t that right, Lucky?”
“Blaine?” Kurt choked.”How-?”

Suddenly Blaine was on top of him. His hands were unyielding as they pinned Kurt down until he finally stopped fighting. Blaine´s body sitting on his felt as heavy as Kurt´s heart sinking in his chest.
“The biggest slut in all of New York thinks he can fool me? Had I known you would spread your legs for me if I waved with a little money, I would have fucked you on our first day. But I should have known. You always acted like a whore, which explains so much now that I know of your little slut secret. There is nothing else you are good for either way so why not use the opportunity.” Blaine roughly shoved dry finger´s into Kurt, making him yell out.”How much for you, little slut? Or do I have the love bonus?”
“Please, Blaine, that is not you.”
Blaine laughed, making Kurt´s stomach flip because it sounded utterly wrong.”Is 2000 Dollars enough?” Another finger was pushed into him. “What does that buy me, Lucky? The whole set or just a blow-job? I am not familiar with whore currency but I suppose you are.”

Kurt fought against the hands restricting him.

-

They bit into his skin, raw as only Hunter´s ropes were, as his boss fucked him. Kurt was so scared his throat hurt with how he constantly suppressed tears and screams as Hunter continued his slow pace.

“This is not what most people would pay for.” Hunter said, his huge hands spreading Kurt´s cheeks wider as Hunter´s cock penetrated him again.”They like to be praised for their ability to give you the one thing in your live you will crave. Cock filling you. Tell them how they make you feel.”
“Stop!” Kurt yelled out, trashing until Hunter covered his mouth.

“Nonono. That is not what a good boy would do, but I will be lenient since you still have so much to learn.” Kurt attempted to shake his head no when the pain in his body put him in a stupor.”Not long then other men will reap what I have sown. Until then you will have learned how to please a man and you will hopefully come to see that your place is that of a sex servant. And the best servants are those who love their job. That is what you will be Kurt and as long as you play along, I will give you and your annoying brother a place to stay.”
At the mention of him, Kurt stopped struggling and looked up to Hunter with his sight blurred by tears. His legs, the only parts not bound with rope, opened a bit wider and he received a satisfied caress on his cheek.

“Perfect. You are doing really well whenever you remember who you do this for.” Hunter cooed into his ear.”Now I want you to try to squeeze around my cock and tell me how good you feel.”

“But I hu-hurt so much.” Kurt said under his breath before he  out when Hunter roughly thrust back in.

“Sex has to hurt most of the time.”His boss explained.
“Then why do pe- people want i-it?”

Hunter laughed and for once his voice sounded soft like most grown ups had sounded when talking to children. Only the words Kurt knew most grown-ups did not say. ”No, Stupid. Sex will only feel like that to you. The ones fucking you will feel pleasure if you do it right and then they will come back for more. That is what you are for until you embrace your true cravings and start needing sex to fulfill you. So we'll work on that until you can show your abilities to other men. How does that sound?”

Horrible.

 Kurt was too afraid to open his mouth, afraid he´d have to scream. Luckily, Hunter kept on talking. “And now I want you to squeeze and to tell me how great I am at fucking you senseless.Come on, do it! Beg me to fill you up more!”

Kurt did not know how, but Hunter was happy with him once he had spread wetness inside of his body. Happy enough to send Kurt back to Finn and it was the first time Kurt had to hide everything from Finn. Halfway through to their new room he broke down crying.

-

Kurt´s cheeks were wet with tears he didn´t bother to wipe away. He sat on the couch in their apartment, his fingertips biting into his knees as he struggled to comprehend. Finn was sitting next to him, his usually joy filled eyes dull and lifeless and his face not showing any emotion.

“I don´t understand.” Kurt said and he knew it wasn´t the first time he had mumbled that.

Finn´s voice was robotic as he replied, “I told you that I know your secret. I know you are not just a secretary. I know you have sex in exchange for money.”

“I don´t understand.”

“I know you are a prostitute.”

“I don´t understand.”

“Fuck, Kurt, you are a slut!I know that you are a fucking whore!”

Kurt felt the world crash inside him as his head caught up with Finn´s words. Thousand shards imbedded into his insides, piercing his lungs that again forgot to work. Desperately he clutched his chest.

“How?” He said, between trying and trying to breathe.”How, Finn?”

The earth stood still as Kurt´s ears rung with the answer. He needed to say that he didn´t understand. That this made no sense to him. It couldn´t be true.

This could not be true.

He had failed to protect his baby brother. All those years of hiding him, the month of falling in love for his baby brother, in order to provide him with a better life than that Kurt had to call living.

“Did you hear me?” Finn screamed. “I said, because I am the same as you. I am a slut now as well.”

X

Kurt woke up again and immediately darted up from the bed. Nausea rose the moment his wobbly legs hit the wooden floor he collapsed on two steps further. Bile rose up his throat as the dreams bled into his consciousness and he threw up. There was no food to come back up, because he couldn´t remember when the last time was that he had eaten. With the drugs in his system he just hadn´t felt anything apart from blinding lust and need and for once he was grateful since he didn´t make a mess now.  Tears blurred his vision that was already spotted with black stars bursting into existence.

Another wave of sickness came up when he started remembering his dreams. Parts of them were memories, mostly ones from a week ago and only the one with Hunter being his reoccurring nightmare of the time he lost his virginity. The rest of them were realities twisted into nightmares, feeling all too close to his actual life that it took some time to determine them as such. Especially Blaine raping him and Finn becoming the same disgusting thing Kurt was, was what made him dry heave onto the floor. Feverishly he tried to get up but failed, the world spinning too fast.

A cool hand settled onto his back then, gentle and broad. The gentleness resembled Blaine´s but that only made his body try to throw up once more.
“You- you alright, Lucky?” It was Karofsky, Kurt´s mind supplied and he flinched away from the touch. Karofsky just placed his hand down again. “Should I call your doctor? Do they have those things here?”

“Just leave me alone.”

Kurt´s throat was raw when he spoke and made his sharp words come out as pleadings. To avoid being touched he scrambled away as much as he could, his back hitting the walls meeting at the corner of the room. His knees were hugged in front of his body and wet eyes tried to focus on the danger in the room.

“Stay there.” Karofsky demanded.”I will find someone or something to help, Lucky.”

Even if he had wanted, Kurt´s every muscle ached and there was no power left in him to move even an inch. Time ticked by, second stretching into second until finally, people reentered the room. One immediately was recognized as Hunter, because even in his worst state, there was no one else bringing so much fright to Kurt than his boss. The other´s were colorful blurs against his bare room.

“Lucky is in that corner. He hasn´t moved since I left him here, Mr. Clarington.” Karofsky´s voice said and Kurt closed his eyes.

Hunter clicked his tongue.”Look at you, Lucky. Just like in the good old times huh? Only this time your actions will have consequences.” He broke off to speak to the other people.”Pick him up, guys. I want you to bring him to his apartment and then leave. No further touching or talking to him, have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Hunter answered.

The world tilted when Kurt was lifted from the ground, wrists and ankles grabbed by hands that carried him away. In the distance he could hear his boss apologizing to Karofsky and it brought on the first positive emotion flaring up in Kurt for the day. It was soon squished by another wave of nausea rolling in his stomach as he was brought up stairs and finally put on the couch in his apartment. He knew it was because it smelled of Finn´s stinky football uniform.

Finn.

Kurt cracked open his eyes, noticing he was all alone and reclosing them in content. The lackeys that had put him here had not been any of his acquaintances or they would have at least made sure he was alright. He was grateful for that because he wouldn´t want to be seen by anyone like this. The dread of that happening still did in no way match the terror when he looked up as he heard the door reopen.

Hunter did not grin at him and that was even worse of a sign. It made Kurt try and fail to sit up and show that he could still go on. The next client would be satisfied accordingly by him if Hunter would let him show. Maybe a blowjob would suffice for proving his abilities, but for now Kurt had to manage moving his aching limbs.

“Kurt.” Hunter said and his actual name sounded sharp though the silence.”You have disappointed me.”

“No.” Kurt tried saying loudly.”I can still perform. Let me show you, please Sir.”

Hunter laughed hollowly.”Are you kidding me? When was the last time you looked into a mirror, Kurt? No one wants to fuck a skeleton with a limp cock apart from that sick Karofsky. You haven´t had other clients for two days or were you too high to notice?”

“I will be better. With the drug I can fuck thousands of clients.”

“Stop.” Hunter demanded and Kurt did.”You don´t seem to understand your situation here. You are a whore and whores need to be able to attract men to receive money for sex. And right now you look like I picked you up from the street and could sell your body for a dollar at most. A dollar I wouldn´t pay for your sick ass. You disappoint me, Kurt.”

“I am your Lucky One.”

He had never referred to himself as such but somehow, being told that the only thing he could do, he was now useless at made him feel without a worth. He never wanted this life and now it was the only thing he had. He no longer was Kurt. Kurt sounded so very wrong to be called.

He needed to be Lucky.

“You, Kurt?” Hunter said with a scoff.”You are no longer my Lucky One. There is no fight left in you, just an addicted mind.”

“But- but you wanted me to take the drugs. I did it for you. I did everything for you. I can still be Lucky for you.”

“That is irrelevant. You turn out to be a failed experiment and you no longer are of value to me.” Hunter stood up then.”Also, I have found another boy, younger than you were when you came here and so much more intriguing. But he does not have a weakness like you do, Kurt. He does not have the history we do but has to be trained so much it can become tedious. So maybe, if you work really hard and keep bringing me the money of your special client, with a bit more interest for me of course, I will reconsider making you my Lucky One again. If not, I am afraid Finn will have to start to work in a month and you wouldn´t want that, Kurt, would you?  All you have to do is be better than before and impress me. How does that sound?”

This time Kurt could answer.”I will be better, Sir. Your good little slut. Your perfect Lucky One, I promise.”

“I look forward to it. Until then you better come clean and start looking accordingly to clients again.”He said before exiting the apartment, leaving Kurt to his thoughts.

Thoughts of his life, of Finn and surprisingly of Blaine. Of how he hadn´t seen him in a while and about how he sort of missed him. His mind was racing with fever and the one thing it came clear with was how he had started to like Blaine and how he needed him to save Finn.

X

B.A. 8 am: Hey, early riser, where have you gone so soon? I ordered us breakfast only to find my bed achingly empty. Now I will have to drown my sorrow in both of the plates. I hope everything is alright? xxx

B.A. 1 pm: Kurt are you alright?

B.A. 2 pm: I worry, just text me you are okay and I will stop fretting and biting my nails. I know how much you hate when I do that.

B.A. 2 pm: KURT!

B.A 2 pm: I would come over to your place but how come I still don´t know where you live? How should I send you flowers or check up on you when you are so secretive?

B.A. 3 pm: Please answer.

B.A 10 pm: Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrt. I went looking for everywhere. You are not in our bar, not in our restaurant and not in any designer shop. Where are you? Home? Where is your home?

B.A. 2 am: If this is just for a surprise, it is not funny.

B.A. 9 am: Oh my goodness. You are breaking up with me right? This ignoring is you breaking up with me?????

B.A 11 am: I don´t want you to break up with me!

B.A. 5 pm: I know this is getting annoying ut please just call me.

B.A 5 pm: Even if it is to tell me you are okay. At least that.

B.A 11 pm: PLEASE!

Kurt 11 pm: I am so sorry for just answering now. It is unforgivable how worried I made you. Or rather how worried you were because Finn has lost my recharger and I had to buy a new one. Don´t! WORRY! I wanted to tell you I just went home to spent some time with my brother for the weekend but this has seriously spun a bit out of control. Again, I AM SORRY! I miss you! I´ll call in the morning. PS: Please don´t bite your nails! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

B.A 11 pm: Thank god. I thought something bad happened or that you didn´t like me anymore. I am still a bit mad but so much more relieved. I miss you too. So much. And yes I bit my nails and now you have to redo your manicure. Too bad but that is what you get for making me worry. xxx