Kurt tumbled less than gracefully out of his Dom’s lap at the sudden shove, still dazed from the kiss and reeling from the shocks of self-given pleasure he’d only just discovered. As soon as he heard the command, he clumsily scrambled to comply, moving awkwardly into position while he tried to process the unfamiliar sensations of sexual arousal and stimulation. Blaine’s voice was fully demanding now, leaving no room for him to disobey or argue. Kurt could practically feel the dominance rolling off of the other boy in waves. As if in response to the energy, his own body sent a rush of submission coursing through him, removing his fear, if only for a moment.

He remained rooted to the spot, shaking with anticipation. From behind, he heard the sound of Blaine padding quickly across the room and digging through that mysterious wooden chest in the corner for a few seconds before the lid closed with a quiet thunk of finality. The bed dipped as his Dom rejoined him. Kurt sucked in a sudden breath when Blaine’s fingers possessively gripped the cheeks of his ass. He could hear heavy breathing behind him. The sound sent a spur of heat toward his groin, making Kurt flinch in surprise. Everything was so new, and his senses were all incredibly heightened. It was terrifying and exciting all at once. In the back of his mind, past the haze of uncertainty, Kurt recognized his own desire—an insatiable need to be dominated completely. Only then would he truly belong to Blaine. Only then would he truly be able to share his life with someone who understood and cared for him properly.

Kurt wanted this. No; he needed this. Even so, he trembled when one of Blaine’s fingers moved to brush across his hole. The touch was short and entirely on the surface. Kurt might have been sheltered and uneducated, but even he was smart enough to figure out the basic mechanics of sex. He knew what had to happen, but god, how was Blaine ever going to fit? He whimpered quietly, at a loss for words, and Blaine shushed him gently.

Something cool to the touch began trickling down his backside, a liquid of some sort. He tried to turn his head for a glimpse, curiosity piqued. Blaine picked up on the unspoken question and quickly filled him in, “It’s just lubricant, sweetheart. It’ll make things smoother, better for both of us.” Kurt nodded and faced the headboard again. “I need to stretch you out a bit now,” Blaine continued to explain, “get you nice and ready for me.”

Again, Blaine’s fingertip brushed over his entrance, circling slowly as he spread the liquid. Unlike the previous touch, however, it didn’t retreat immediately. Instead Kurt felt a light pressure and a spark of discomfort. He realized that Blaine’s finger was working its way inside him. Being stretched by his Dom was a long, painful, intense process. His untouched body was completely unaccustomed to the feeling, and it screamed to reject the foreign sensation. For his credit, Blaine was very patient. He took his time, an unhurried pace, to gradually ease Kurt’s untried muscles into accepting the intrusion. When his index finger had been pushed all the way in to the last knuckle, Kurt felt Blaine’s free hand reach down between his legs to stroke his cock, a reward. The boy moaned, even more aroused by his Dom’s full control of the situation.

With the addition of a second fingertip, Kurt nearly flinched away, a natural desire to avoid the pain he knew was coming. “Relax,” Blaine soothed, “Can you do that for me, Kurt?” A hand caressed his lower back in lazy, slow circles. “Just relax.” Kurt took a steadying breath and closed his eyes, deliberately focusing on his muscles. He imagined each one as an individual entity while he worked to remove the tension from everything that wasn’t necessary to keep him upright, even letting his head hang limp from his shoulders. “Very good,” the soft whisper met his ear as Blaine pressed on. Kurt received praise for every inch and every centimeter he took. It made him smile, despite the pain, and he only felt a stronger desire to please.

Eventually, Blaine’s hand was pressed flush against the skin between his cheeks. Three fingers were buried deep inside him, and Kurt was breathing hard at the constant ache. Sweat had long started to seep from his pores, the sharp angle and dip of his head causing drops to collect at the tip of his nose before they fell to the black sheets and disappeared from sight.

With an obscene, wet sound that made Kurt grimace, Blaine carefully pulled his hand away, sliding his lube-coated fingers back out through the tight rings of muscle. Kurt rolled his shoulders, starting to feel a bit stiff from his position, and Blaine moved forward to massage them for a moment, effectively smearing Kurt’s left shoulder with the gel-like substance he hadn’t bothered to wipe off.

Behind him, Blaine moved closer. Soft touches to his inner thighs encouraged him to spread his legs, giving Blaine the space he required to maneuver into position behind him. One hand pried the cheeks of his ass apart. Blaine was groaning before Kurt even felt the head of his cock pressing against his entrance. Where his skin brushed against the hard, hot flesh, he could feel that it was bare and coated in another layer of lubricant. Somehow, Kurt doubted that the lube would really do much to lessen the pain he was about to go through, but this was the way it had to be, and he would go through it for Blaine. He would go through anything for Blaine… A strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him still. The pressure slowly began to increase until Kurt felt the tip push past the first ring of muscle. He gasped and bit down on his lower lip, sucking on the flesh between his teeth in a futile attempt at distraction. The burn was immediate and more acute than it had been with Blaine’s fingers. His hands clenched into fists, digging down into the sheets as he tried to swallow the pained sounds threatening to escape.

“I know it hurts,” Blaine’s voice reached his ear, “You’re so tight,” he gasped, “but you’re doing so good, Kurt. You’re wonderful and beautiful. You’re everything I want.” Kurt felt his heart swell at the praise and affection. Fighting the pain, he rocked his hips back, pushing his in Dom deeper. Blaine groaned above him. The sound was laced with pleasure, and Kurt felt a rush knowing he had caused it. Blaine continued to push in, a slow but constant pressure surrounded by a deep burn and slight ache. Kurt waited in silence; eyes squeezed shut as he took the pain and tried to make sense of the hurricane that had become his train of thought. All he knew for sure was that Blaine’s cock was inside him, and he’d never experienced anything so completely strange and incredible in his entire life.

Finally, blessedly, Kurt felt Blaine’s hips press heavily against his ass. His Dom was fully sheathed now, and he settled in place to let the sub adjust. Kurt felt like he was going to rip in half. It hurt. He focused on his breathing and tried to ignore how every movement, no matter how miniscule, set off his nerves like crazy. “Feeling okay?” Blaine asked after a while.

“Hurts,” he replied quietly, “It’s bigger than your fingers, Sir.” Blaine chuckled, making Kurt wince at the slight rocking of their bodies.

“You’ll get used to it, sweetheart. I promise. The first time will hurt the most, but then it’ll get easier,” the Dom tried to reassure, “Just take it for me.”

Kurt nodded stiffly. The burn spiked for a moment as Blaine pulled back a few inches and buried himself again. His movements were slow and calculated, and gradually, ever so slowly, the uncomfortable friction began to fade. Kurt’s muscles bent and stretched to accommodate Blaine’s size, and pleasure began to register alongside the pain. Blaine’s length rubbed against nerve endings that Kurt didn’t even know existed. When the first moan escaped his lips, Blaine leaned forward to kiss the sweltering skin of Kurt’s back, lightly teasing the boy’s cock with a brush of his fingertips. “There you go, beautiful,” he praised, “Such a good boy. It can feel amazing for you, too.”

Blaine began to pick up the pace, cautious gyrations turning into rougher thrusts. The quick movements elicited loud grunts from Kurt as their bodies rocked together. He steeled the muscles in his arms to keep them from buckling under Blaine’s weight and inertia. The whole bed shook with their movement, but not one mattress spring made a sound. It was mostly quiet apart from their heavy breathing and wordless exclamations. Experimentally, Kurt braced himself and pushed back as his Dom’s hips jerked forward. The opposing forces deepened the penetration. Blaine gasped in surprise at the gesture, and without warning, a new rush of pleasure and heat coursed through Kurt’s veins. He released a strangled shout and threw his head back, feeling the collar stretch with his movement. “Wh—?” he asked, “What was that?”

“Your prostate,” Blaine answered breathlessly, “One of the many wonders of male anatomy.”

“Can you…do it again?” Kurt wondered aloud. Blaine surged forward with determination, and Kurt’s jaw fell slack, his body shaking as the addictive feeling set his nerves on fire again. He heard Blaine laugh, and Kurt felt himself giggling in response. The pain was still present, but Kurt was able to block it out and focus on the amazing parts of the experience. His fear was fading fast, and Blaine quickly took notice. Each thrust seemed to be harder than the one before. Where only minutes ago, Blaine had been careful to keep himself under control, Kurt could tell he was letting his guard down. He was letting instinct and desire drive him forward. Kurt imagined that Blaine’s Dominance was almost palpable in the air around them—that it was a tangible thing he pulled into his lungs with every breath. Everything the sub had gone through tonight had simply been the overture to the most important act, and it was finally beginning.

A sound not unlike a growl rippling from Blaine’s throat shattered the last remnants of Kurt’s hesitation. Just as Blaine had released control to his instincts, Kurt let himself go. He embraced the pain and worshiped the power of Blaine’s thrusts, throwing himself fully into the submissive presence he’d felt swirling inside him since puberty. Blaine immediately recognized the change in the boy’s attitude and fucked him mercilessly in response. Possessive hands grabbed and gripped at the pale skin until red welts, scratches, and light bruises began to form, marking Kurt for the world to see. He was claimed. He was not alone. Blaine was his Dom, his protector and provider. Kurt would wear his collar proudly.

A strong hand fisted in his hair and pulled his head back. Kurt keened loudly as the motion rocked his whole body against Blaine’s. The sharp angle stretching his neck forced him to relax his muscles, turning him to putty in his Dom’s hands. His complete and utter lack of control was no longer frightening. His submissive instincts were in full swing, bending totally to Blaine’s desires. The force of Blaine’s movement was overpowering and deliberately rough now, but Kurt took it all and still found himself wanting more.

“Mine, mine, mine.” Blaine chanted the word with a breathless, strained voice. Kurt felt fingernails digging sharply into his side as the Dom scrambled wildly for purchase. When he failed to find the leverage he desired, Blaine’s free hand moved from Kurt’s side and closed tight around the back of his collar. The leather dug into the skin of his throat as Blaine’s strong arms pulled their bodies together, but the Dom was careful not to choke the boy in the process.

Blaine’s endurance was unbelievable. Kurt had long since lost track of time, but the shorter boy sprawled across his back never slowed his relentless motion in and out. The constant sound of skin slapping against skin was as natural as a heartbeat now, always there but hardly registering in Kurt’s mind. The sub was removed from everything but the feeling of his Dom’s rough hands, punishing cock, and blistering body heat. Whenever Blaine’s length pressed against that perfect spot deep inside him, sending pleasure racing through every single nerve, Kurt cried out in ecstasy and pressed back against him, desperately pleading for more.

The hand in his hair never retreated, locking his head firmly in place for several long minutes. Blaine’s thrusts began to get erratic, losing their rhythm and consistency as the Dom spiraled toward the peak of pleasure. Kurt’s hips bucked involuntarily when a strong hand fisted tight around his aching erection. The sudden movement made Blaine moan loudly behind him, pulling so hard on the brunette hair that Kurt’s vision blurred as his eyes watered. The hand began to work roughly, pumping up and down with an impressive speed as Kurt’s precum leaked freely onto the disheveled ebony sheets below him.

Without warning, Blaine’s hips slammed furiously into Kurt’s ass. The hand in his hair finally released its hold, only to grip his shoulder for better support as the Dom finally toppled over the edge. Blaine buried himself in farther, even as his hips gave violent spasms of their own. Kurt yelped as the fist around his cock tightened to the point of causing pain. His head swiveled in slow, sporadic jerks while he tried to take in the new sensation of Blaine’s hot release filling his hole. Blaine was moaning. His nails dug deep into Kurt’s shoulder, riding out his orgasm until he collapsed heavily across Kurt’s back. The boy was surprised he could support the deadweight at this point, but somehow he pulled through.
Several long moments passed while Blaine simply breathed. Kurt’s head was hanging in exhaustion. Gradually, he became aware of Blaine’s shaking hand. His Dom was lazily stroking his impossibly hard cock. Kurt whimpered pathetically between gasps, begging him without words.

“You,” Blaine panted, “are mine.”

“I belong to you,” Kurt confirmed, the words somehow finding their way out of his mouth.

“Good boy.” Even in the rough, tired tone, Kurt could hear the smile in his Dom’s voice, “Come for me, beautiful.”

The single command and one last firm jerk was all it took. Kurt’s entire world became incredible rapture as he experienced his first orgasm. Thoughts were nonexistent. He couldn’t even remember his own name. The sound of his long wail of pleasure seemed a million miles away. It could have lasted a second. It could have been a lifetime. Kurt didn’t know or care. Stars danced across his vision.

When he returned to the very brink of reality, panting for breath, the first thing Kurt registered was shock and disbelief that somehow he’d managed to remain on his hands and knees throughout it all. One of Blaine’s arms was wrapped tight around his torso, holding him in place. His Dom’s length was still fully sheathed inside him, and his own cock was hanging limp and oversensitive between his legs, dangling over the ruined sheets. His body was dripping: sweat and saliva and both boys’ cum. He’d never felt so exhausted. He’d never felt so alive.

Kurt whimpered at the empty feeling as Blaine slowly pulled out. “Don’t move,” he ordered. Kurt’s muscles quaked in protest, but he obeyed. The room was silent apart from their breathing. Several seconds passed before the bed jostled under Blaine’s shifting weight. The Dom groaned, and Kurt listened to his slow, labored footsteps crossing the room. Blaine was digging through the black wooden chest again.

Kurt heard the rustle of sheets while he felt the mattress dip behind him, announcing his Dom’s return. A spark of surprise registered in his brain at the touch of Blaine’s hands spreading the cheeks of his ass apart. Kurt was confused, but he said nothing until a firm pressure was applied to his abused entrance. Having felt both Blaine’s fingers and cock, Kurt could tell this was something else entirely.

“Sir—?” he began.

“It’s just a plug, beautiful,” Blaine interrupted, “It will keep you stretched out for later.” Blaine pushed against the incredibly solid object, twisting away until it was firmly lodged in place. Reaching out to stroke a hand through Kurt’s hair, he added, “And you get to keep me inside you.” His tone made it clear that Kurt

should consider himself lucky to feel Blaine’s cum shift with every movement.
“You can lay down now.” The moment he received his Dom’s permission, Kurt’s trembling muscles turned to lead. He dropped heavily to the mattress, too weak to care that he was laying in his own cum. He remained limp, even as Blaine rolled him onto his back and carefully set his head on a pillow. Kurt felt a pair of warm lips press against his forehead and a gentle hand on his cheek. “You did so beautifully, Kurt,” Blaine purred, “You were such a good boy for me, just like I knew you’d be. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” The sub felt his heart swell and his stomach flip. Blaine was proud of him. Kurt had never felt so fulfilled. His lips curled into a smile, and he tilted his head into Blaine’s hand.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Blaine continued quietly, “You have my permission to rest while I’m gone. Take advantage of the opportunity,” he advised, “We’re just getting started.” Kurt opened his eyes long enough to see the smirk on his Dom’s face before Blaine moved off the bed. He succumbed almost immediately to unconsciousness, all the while feeling more contented and complete than he could ever remember.