Blaine led him to the basement and into the music room. He shut and locked the door behind them, though nobody was home.

Kurt stared wide-eyed at the room. Blaine had put a long table in the middle that had restraints all over it. Another, smaller table held other objects covered by a dark cloth.

Blaine pushed him to the table. “Lay face down.” Kurt did so, surprised when Blaine didn’t bind him in any way.

“Kurt, reach behind you and pull yourself apart.”

Kurt did so, feeling horribly exposed as his hole was bared to the cold air of the room.

Blaine grabbed a long, thin paddle from the small table. He hit Kurt squarely across both his cheeks a few times, then turned the paddle so his strikes would hit Kurt’s hole.

He brought the paddle down hard on Kurt’s exposed asshole, and Kurt winced as a sharp pain radiated up his back. Blaine hit him again, and Kurt let a soft cry escape his lips.

Blaine leaned down, and whispered in Kurt’s ear. “I am going to give you 12 hits. I want you to count each one. For every hit you miss, I add five. Understand?”

Kurt nodded.

“Say it.”

“I understand sir,”

“Good boy.” Blaine brought the paddle down, hard.

“One,” Kurt said, feeling the pain warm his backside, and feeling his cock begin to harden against the table.

At strike two, Kurt’s cock was at full attention, and Kurt wanted nothing more than to rub against the table until completion, but he knew that would get him into even more trouble.

Four strikes later, Kurt was beginning to feel more pain than pleasure.

“Six!” he cried as Blaine brought the paddle down with a sharp whack.

Blaine grinned and hit Kurt five times, in quick succession.

“Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven!” Kurt screamed, his ass on fire.

Kurt felt tears escaping his eyes and he closed them briefly, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

“Pull yourself apart farther,” Blaine instructed. Kurt did so, feeling the sting as his reddened skin stretched.

Blaine brought the paddle one last time, and hit Kurt squarely on his tiny rosebud hole.

“Twelve!” Kurt screamed, arching up. He fell the table, and released his ass from his hand’s hold.

“Did I allow you to move?” Blaine hissed. “Pull yourself apart. Now!”

Kurt did so, his whole ass filled with pain.

Blaine leant down and studied the reddened skin. He hummed to himself and got up to retrieve some items on the smaller table. Kurt couldn’t see what they were, as Blaine held them out of his sight.

Blaine pulled a chair up to the table so he could be at Kurt’s height, and lay the items on the table next to him. Kurt could hear a lube cap being opened, and he soon felt one of Blaine’s slicked fingers at his entrance. Blaine slid a finger in him deeply, and Kurt’s cock twitched. Blaine slid in another, and scissored them gently. He brushed up against Kurt’s prostate, and the younger boy moaned.

Blaine chucked to himself, and swiftly replaced his fingers with a large plug.

Kurt hissed at the burn, but found his cock twitching again. He moaned softly, and rolled over as Blaine instructed him to.

Blaine tied him to the table this time, yanking his legs as far apart as they would go.

A chill went through Kurt’s body when he realized how exposed he was. His legs were tied to the very corners of the table, leaving his cock bared and exposed for any tortures.

Fortunately, Blaine bypassed his cock for the time being. Blaine dragged the small table out of Kurt’s view and Kurt could hear him taking the cloth off and picking up objects.

Blaine reentered Kurt’s view, holding a handful of clothespins.

“I’m sure you know where these go,” he smiled. He leaned over Kurt and played with one of his nipples until it was erect and firm. He pulled it up slightly, and quickly snapped a clothespin on it.

Kurt’s body jolted in his bonds at the pain. He didn’t want to cry out just yet- he knew Blaine would be disappointed if Kurt didn’t try and hold out for more pain.

I won’t use my safe word he vowed to himself. I don’t want to disappoint Blaine. I will take whatever punishment he gives me, because I broke his trust.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when Blaine attached the other clamp, and he heard a soft cry escape him.

“Does that hurt?” Blaine asked, face neutral. “Get used to it, because your pain is going to get a lot worse.”

He left Kurt’s line of sight for a moment then came back holding some objects that Kurt couldn’t see.

“Remember the day we started this? I found you in your room, torturing yourself. You were sounding yourself with a pen refill, which is incredibly dangerous. I need to teach you how to sound properly.”

            He held up a handful of long thin probes and showed them to the bound boy. “I will start with the smallest, then go up by size. I would love to stretch you beyond belief with these, but unfortunately, tearing is a danger. You can think of this as your reprieve before the worst pain starts.”

            Blaine set down all but the smallest probe and held Kurt’s length gently in his other hand. He examined the tiny hole and smiled. He set his cock down, grabbed some gloves and the nearby bottle of lube and slicked the probe quickly yet completely. He picked up Kurt’s cock once more, and slowly inserted the probe, letting gravity pull the probe down into the flesh.

            Kurt barely flinched, having felt bigger than this. He also did not want to show Blaine that the punishment was getting to him. He stayed still through the next three probes, only wincing occasionally.

            Blaine watched him carefully throughout the procedures making sure not to tear the inside of Kurt’s cock. When Blaine let the last, biggest probe slide into Kurt, Kurt cried out.

            “Do you feel tearing or cutting?” Blaine asked, stroking the cock gently.

            Kurt shook his head. “No, just the stretching- it hurts.”

            Blaine smiled. “I bet. Unfortunately for you, it’s going to get a lot worse.” He grinned sadistically. “Your real punishment is just beginning.”

            He pulled out the probe, and pulled off his gloves. He set everything aside and walked up by Kurt’s head. He stroked Kurt’s sweaty hair softly and kissed him gently.

            “No matter what I do to you, don’t doubt that I love you. You make me so happy and I love you more than I thought was possible.”

            Kurt smiled up at him. “I love you, too, Blaine. Don’t worry; I know this is a punishment. I deserve it. I know you love me.”

            “Good.” Blaine kissed him one more time, then walked back over to the small table where the torture implements were located.

            He picked up a small plastic container and opened it, not allowing Kurt to see the contents.

            “Now, Kurt, this will be the second to last thing you have to endure. This is also one of the most painful. Remember, you can use your safe word at any time, but if you do, we will stop this and not go back to it.  Understood?”

            Kurt nodded, becoming more scared the more Blaine spoke. What was Blaine going to DO to him?

            Blaine seemed to sense his thoughts and grinned. “Don’t worry, babe. Whatever I do will not have permanent damage.”

            He smiled again and held up the plastic box so Kurt could see it.

            Kurt’s stomach clenched. Needles. He had no doubt where they were going to go. Crap.

            Blaine, still smiling, popped open the container and took out a needle. He caressed Kurt’s cock and gripped his balls, separating them from the rest of his cock.

            He positioned the needle carefully and pushed it through one of Kurt’s balls slowly.

            Kurt arched off the table, a horrible wail falling from his lips. As masochistic as he was, he had never experienced pain this severe. Never.

            Blaine grinned. “How does that feel? He jogged the needle up and down slightly, causing Kurt’s voice to go up another octave as he screamed.

“AHHHHH!”

            Blaine quickly grabbed another needle and stuck the other ball while Kurt was screaming, and Kurt’s whole body shook.

            Blaine, sadistic, but still having a heart, took out one last needle and held it ready, waiting for Kurt to calm down.

            As soon as Kurt’s breathing returned to normal, Blaine quickly shoved the last needle into the head of his cock, giving no warning whatsoever.

            Kurt gave out a scream of absolute anguish, trying to break his bonds but failing. His screams held no words, just noise. Noises of pain.

            Again, Blaine waited for Kurt to quiet.

            When Kurt stopped screaming, body slippery and slick from sweat, he spoke.

            “Congratulations, Kurt. You’re almost done. I will take the needles out then after a few minutes, you will be done with your punishment. How does that sound?”

            Kurt, not able to speak, nodded his head.

            Blaine smiled at the younger boy and pulled each needle out swiftly. Kurt winced each time, but no screams escaped him.

            “Would you like to know what I’m going to do to you, Kurt? Or would you like it to be a surprise?”

            Kurt thought a moment. Knowing would make him tense for what was coming, but not knowing would have his imagination racing.

            “Tell me, please,” he croaked, hoarse from screaming.

            “Ok then,” Blaine nodded his curly head. “Well, your balls and cock are all tenderized from the needles, so I’m going to get them a bit more sore. I’m just going to hit them a few times. Maybe squeeze a little.”

            Fuck. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. He felt Blaine lift his cock up, and he tensed, waiting for the first strike.

            Punch. Blaine delivered a swift strike to his sore balls, and Kurt let out a cry. Shit, that hurt. Punch. Punch. Two more swift hits had Kurt arching up, as far as his bonds would allow him, cries erupting from his throat.

            Blaine cupped his balls in both hands, then squeezed. At first, the pain was bearable. The longer he squeeze, the worse it became. Seconds later had Kurt wailing, head flailing from side to side, trying to escape.

            “NO! Stop! Ahhhh! NOOO!”

            Blaine did stop, just squeezed one last time, held for a few seconds, then let go.

            Kurt fell back down, gasping. That hurt.

            Blaine studied him.

            “Four more hits, then you will be done.”

            Kurt nodded, too tired to speak.

            Blaine hit his balls harder than he ever had, and Kurt arched up. Two punches later had Kurt screaming in absolute agony, never having felt pain that extreme before.

            Blaine didn’t wait for the last punch, delivering it right into the middle of his cock, and watching Kurt scream the loudest he had, then suddenly collapsing in a dead faint.

            He rushed to undo the bonds, and sat Kurt up slowly, holding him up. He rubbed a hand down Kurt’s chest, undoing the clothespins, and massaging his nipples to restore the blood flow.

            He peppered Kurt’s face with kisses and waited for his stepbrother to wake up.

            Kurt finally did, wincing at the pain, but simultaneously smiling at the kisses.

            “You ok?” Blaine asked, holding Kurt close to him. “I know that hurt.”

            Kurt stretched some muscles experimentally. “I think I’m ok. Yeah, I’m in pain, but it’s a lot less extreme now.”

            “Oh, good.” Blaine cupped his face tenderly and kissed him. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

            Kurt smiled. “No, thank YOU. This will teach me to disobey you.” He giggled as Blaine frowned.

            “Just the rules, right? I like your stubborn streak.”

            Kurt nodded with a smile and let Blaine carry him upstairs to a warm bath.