~Kurt’s Dream~

Kurt felt oddly detached from his body in his dream later that night, as though he was watching himself from afar. Everything seemed hazy, blurry. He simply observed, watching but not questioning, not for now. He simply allowed himself to watch and follow those deep, primal urges that people get when sleeping, when their inhibitions have waned and their guard is down. He couldn’t understand his actions, his motives, even his thoughts in the dream, but he simply knew that he felt right, that the urges, the emotions, felt right, felt instinctive. He could somehow feel the feelings his… dream-self was feeling, and it all resonated within him, a culmination of all he had longed for without even having realized it.

He saw himself arriving at Mr. Anderson’s apartment complex at 6:30 pm on Friday night, thirty minutes earlier than he had been instructed to arrive. It was winter, and he taken an early bus over to the complex, not knowing how long it would take to get there in the snowfall. Besides, he had figured an early arrival was much better than a late one. However, he had still been told to get there at seven, not thirty minutes prior. He thus decided to just wait outside until it reached seven.

That was easier said than done. Gusts of wind whipped through the air, making his coat feel as though it were made of tissue paper and stinging his pale, delicate skin. His teeth chattered, knocking against each other violently and painfully as he shuddered and wrapped his arms tightly around his body, hard icy pieces of snow belting his face. Kurt sighed bitterly and longingly. He longed for the warmth of the indoors, to just have his Master buzz him in, but… then he would have arrived early, and his Master would be disappointed, probably punish him...

Crack. Kurt gasped, touching his numb cheek with a gloved hand, startled to see it stained crimson. Looking at the snow-covered ground, he saw a fallen icicle that must have struck him in the face, cutting open his cheek. That was the last straw. He couldn’t deal with this any longer… he wanted to be good for his Master so badly, but he needed him there beside him, not the icy cold glare of winter.

So Kurt pressed the button for Mr. Anderson’s apartment, his hand trembling.

“You’re a bit early… but come on up,” was all his teacher said through the intercom before the door unlocked. The tone of his voice was too difficult to discern through the speaker, Kurt observed anxiously, heart now pounding with nervousness. He hated disappointing his Master.

Kurt walked up the stairs to Mr. Anderson’s apartment, then stepped inside and knelt by the door to wait for his Master as he had been instructed earlier. Despite his nerves and the pain in his cheek as he regained feeling in his face, he felt comforted by the delicious, homey scent of mostacolli that wafted in from the kitchen. So that was why Master had told him not to eat before arriving, Kurt thought, taking deep breaths as he attempted to calm himself.

Kurt felt his pounding heart leap into his throat in a combination of anxiety and lust as he heard Master’s voice from the kitchen. “pet, dinner’s still cooking. I thought I told you to come at-”

Kurt saw him stop in his tracks as he saw his anguished, pitiful eyes and bloodied face. His stern, slightly confused expression quickly softened, turning to one of worry and heartfelt compassion.

“pet?” he uttered breathlessly, kneeling in front of Kurt and gently caressing the uninjured side of his face. His thumb rubbed small soothing circles over the plump, flushed apple of his cheek. The slight touch was just too much to bear, and overwhelmed with his Master’s intoxicating scent that he had come to associate with safety and cuddles and kisses and everything that was good in his world, he collapsed forward into the older man, who instinctively caught him in his arms.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, stroking his hair and back lovingly before carrying him to lie on the couch. “Are you alright?” He examined his face achingly, worriedly. Kurt watched him helplessly through hazy, heady feelings of safety and relief. Wordlessly, Mr. Anderson took a tissue from the coffee table and pressed it to his cheek ever so gently, his usually calm and unfazed eyes widening at the blood seeping through the thin material.

“pet, answer me… please, love, that’s an order. I need to know you’re alright.”

Kurt felt silly now that he had to verbalize it. “pet… pet left early to get here on time, but pet got here too soon and he didn’t want to disobey, but it was so cold outside, and an icicle fell and cut his cheek, and it just… pet didn’t want to disappoint Master, be punished. But he couldn’t help himself anymore.” He helplessly gazed up at his Master, whose warm brown eyes filled with nothing but tenderness. Kurt felt a firm, moist kiss on his forehead, and his eyes drifted shut.

“Open your eyes,” he said softly. “Look at me.” His voice was stern yet still comforting. “I would never, ever, punish you for something like that. This relationship? It’s not about me, and it never will be. It’s not about punishment. It’s about you, about us. It’s not about me trying to trick you and punish you. It’s about making sure you’re comfortable, safe, loved; it’s about helping you grow. I just… sweetheart, I couldn’t live with myself if I let something happen to you, or punished you for something as rational as coming in early when it’s freezing outside. I’m so, so sorry if I sounded angry with you earlier; I didn’t even think of that. I never want you to be afraid to come to me, physically or mentally or otherwise. It just breaks my heart that you could ever think something like that,” he trailed off, his voice now filled with emotion, and leaned down to rest his forehead against Kurt’s, their breath mingling.

“You’re mine. And I cherish you. And I will always love you.”

Kurt wrapped an arm around his Master’s back and nuzzled against the slight stubble of his cheek. His presence was so warm and soothing, his words dreamlike, and he could just drown in his very essence.

“I love you too, Master.”

The smile he received lit up his heart.

“Are you up to eating, pet?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…” he prompted.

“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”

“It’s alright, love. Come over to the kitchen.”

The mostacolli was already out on the counter in two bowls, and Blaine handed him one, then playfully offered his hand to Kurt with an exaggerated flourish.

“Join me in the living room? I have a movie we can watch together.”

“Yes, Master.” He curtseyed jokingly before accepting his extended hand. Placing a hand on his back, Blaine guided him to kneel by the coffee table as he typically did, while Blaine sat on the couch. Kurt ate from his bowl on the coffee table, enjoying Blaine’s soft strokes to his hair as he began to eat.

“I’LL TELL YOU A TALE OF THE BOTTOMLESS BLUE AND IT’S HEY TO THE STARBOARD HEAVE-HOOOO”

Kurt jumped and practically fell over as the music blasted from the TV.

“Oh, sweet Gaga, The Little Mermaid?” he laughed, tossing a grin over his shoulder at his Master and resting his head on his thigh. In hindsight, his tone had probably been disrespectful, but Blaine was in a giddy, forgiving mood that night and didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, you know you love it,” He chuckled good-naturedly before bellowing along for at least half the song, pumping His fists triumphantly in exaggerated rowing motions and earning a groan from Kurt as he affectionately nuzzled his face further into his thigh.

“Come up here and sit with me, pet,” Master said as Kurt finished eating, opening his arms invitingly, and Kurt eagerly snuggled into them, turning on his side to rest his head on His shoulder and gently rubbing his spare hand up and down His arm adoringly.

As the movie went on, Kurt felt one Blaine’s hands slide down his back to cup his bottom. He blushed and looked up at his Master who simply kept watching the movie. If he hadn’t known him better, he wouldn’t have noticed the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Kurt shuddered as the hand moved lower to tease his inner thighs and knead circles about his pelvis, purposely ignoring his rapidly hardening cock. He moaned at the at once exhilarating and comforting combination of Blaine’s loving arm around his waist and the increasingly sexual touches he was receiving.

This seemed to continue for an agonizingly long time. Finally, the credits began to roll. Master pulled his hands away, and Kurt groaned pitifully.

He chuckled softly. “Go take care of our dishes now, pet. Then go to my bedroom, take off your clothes, and bend over the bed.”

Kurt did so alarmingly quickly.

“Good boy,” Blaine praised as he entered the room. “So beautiful.” Kurt turned his head to lie on its side against the bed, smiling up at his Master and catching sight of the gag he held in his hand. He placed a soft kiss against Kurt’s lips before instructing, “Open,” then placing the ball in his mouth and buckling the leather strap behind his head, being sure to avoid contact with the cut on his cheek. He smiled at him reassuringly until he was positive he felt comfortable wearing the gag, and then strode across the room to retrieve a tube of lubricant.

He reached for Kurt’s hand and spread a generous amount on his boy’s fingers and hole.

“If you want me inside you tonight, pet, and if you want any hope of me letting you come tonight, you need to stretch yourself for me.” He carefully gauged his reaction to ensure he would be okay, and while his eyes widened, he didn’t complain.

“Start with just your index finger,” he instructed, relaxing on a chair next to the bed as he watched. “All the way… good. Now move it in and out. Slowly.” Kurt whined, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, aching cock leaking against the bed.

After a couple of minutes, Blaine instructed him to add another finger. “Now curl them upward,” he instructed, and Kurt positively jumped whining and straining against the gag, his muscles tensing as his fingers hit his prostrate directly.

“Now rub back and forth. Slowly. Don’t come, or there will be punishment.” As Kurt’s whimpers became increasingly high-pitched, he took pity on him. “Good. Scissor your fingers, pet. Stretch yourself.” Kurt shuddered in pleasure as he obeyed. It felt like hours passed before he received his next command.

“Now one more finger. Slowly.” Kurt began pumping a little too eagerly, and Blaine slapped his thigh twice. “I believe I said slowly.” When Kurt began to writhe from the pleasure he was giving himself and the inability to get release, Blaine instructed him to remove his fingers, and he groaned, squirming against the bed, too full of pleasure and unable to hold still.

“What would you like, pet?”

He whimpered against the gag.

“Do you want me inside you?”

Another series of whimpers. “Do you want me filling you, pressing against your walls, making you moan?” He pressed just the head of his lubed cock into Kurt, holding his hips to prevent him from jerking towards him. Blaine reached around to unbuckle the gag, and Kurt cried out.

“Beg me.”

“P-p-please, Master, please… pet wants.. pet needs…”

“Well, I, for one, am thoroughly unconvinced,” Blaine teased.

“Oh, please, Master, pet needs You inside of him so badly.” His hole quivered. “He feels empty, so empty, without Your hard cock filling him, making him whole, bringing him so much pleasure… Your pet needs You.”

He was awarded with a sharp thrust inside him, hitting directly on his prostate, and he moaned deliciously.

“Please, please, Master, keep going, keep using Your pet.. do whatever you want, just please don’t stop.”

He began thrusting in and out of Kurt slowly, purposely just avoiding the small spot that made Kurt cry out in pleasure. Kurt trembled and clenched around his Master. He was still gripping his hips firmly to keep them still, and Kurt lay helpless, moaning and completely at his Master’s mercy.

After a long while of teasing, Blaine finally began pumping faster, hitting his prostate over and over. Kurt keened, his back arching.

“Please, Master…. Pet….. n-needs – please let Your pet come.”

“Hmmm… not yet. I want to watch you like this for a while longer.”

Kurt mewled, gasping and pressing his hips against Blaine’s, eyes clenched shut.

“Look at me, pet. I want to see your face when you come for me.” It took Kurt several seconds to flutter his eyes open, and he cried, overwhelmed with the combination of love, power, and intensity in his Master’s eyes.

“Come with me.” And Kurt was gone, his vision white, writhing on the bed as he struggled to hold his eyes open.

Blaine pulled out, staying at Kurt’s side and stroking his back as he lie on the bed, sated and incoherent.

“You were so good, sweetheart, so beautiful and responsive. I just love you so, so much. You’re perfect, absolutely perfect,” he whispered into his ear, pulling him up so he now lay on the bed. He tipped his chin upward with a gentle finger, pressing a glass of water to his dry lips. “Drink, angel.” Kurt drank eagerly, his eyes still hazy and filled with pleasure, still blissed-out and so far gone.

Blaine walked across the room and retrieved a washcloth, taking extra care as he cleaned Kurt’s limp cock, knowing how sensitive, fragile, and vulnerable he was at the moment. He tossed the washcloth into the sink before joining his boy in the bed, pulling him to lie against his chest and pressing his lips to his temple.

“I love you, Master,” Kurt breathed, looking slightly more aware now. Blaine smiled and allowed their lips to meet in a chaste, sweet kiss. He lovingly rubbed his strong hands up and down the smooth, cool skin of Kurt’s back.

“I love you, too, precious. So much. I treasure you.” He sighed at the soft puffs of Kurt’s breath against his collarbone.

~end dream~

Kurt woke up with the abrupt realization that he had been dreaming, his eyes wide and breath heavy. His sheets were sticky between his legs, and he flushed, embarrassed despite the fact that there was no one else there. The room was chilled slightly. Outside the window, the sun rose placid and beautiful, and Kurt shivered, feeling strangely at peace.