Kurt woke up to a small alarm ringing, his eyes cracking open groggily as light hit his eyes. He groaned and buried his face into the pillow, trying to turn over in the sheets to catch more sleep before a strong arm that was wrapped around his waist pulled him close to a warm body he hadn't even noticed as pressed to his back. He slowly smiled, scenting that familiar cologne that only could belong to Blaine, before he shifted back, his back pressing to his chest and he sunk against his warmth.

"Mornin' Beautiful." Blaine's low, hoarse voice whispered into his ear, brushing his lips behind his ear lobe.

Kurt hummed under his breath, closing his eyes again as he rested his hand over Blaine's on his lower stomach, entangling their fingers. "Good morning...but I'm not awake yet, so shh..." He mumbled, pressing his cheek back into the pillow.

Blaine chuckled quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Kurt's neck. "Listen, I'm all up for morning cuddles baby, but can you please turn that god damn alarm off."

Kurt's eyes flew open, remembering that annoying beeping repetition coming from the bedside table. He realized he forgot to turn off his school alarm, and reached over to quickly silence the annoying noise on his iPhone. Blaine pulled him back to his chest so their bodies aligned and legs entangled with each other to keep warm. "Thank you." He mumbled against the back of Kurt's neck, causing Kurt to squirm and giggle.

"Tickles." Kurt could feel Blaine's mouth turn up in a smile against his skin in response.

"You know what else tickles?" Blaine's hips rocked forward, an erect cock pressing against Kurt's ass cheeks. He groans under his breath.

"You and your morning wood." Kurt mumbles with a smirk.

"Are you telling me you're not hard at all?" Blaine asked in disbelief, rightly so as they were very much naked cuddling under the covers of their bed, Kurt's body glued to the front of Blaine's body as they snuggled for warmth.

"Nope." Wrong answer by Kurt, because then he felt Blaine's arm lower to rub a hand over Kurt's cock, feeling it twitch with arousal. "Blaine..." He moaned quietly, trying to push his hips back from the hand, and momentarily forgot Blaine was behind him until he felt his ass grind back into Blaine's very hardened cock.

Blaine moaned into Kurt's ear and whispered. "I knew you couldn't stay limp..."

Kurt reached up to stroke Blaine's cheek softly. "Mm, fine. Morning quickie it is."

"Oh, no, not yet baby."

Kurt's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about, you're the one grinding against me."

Blaine sighed. "I forgot, we need to talk about last night like we promised we would when we'd wake up."

"That's no fun."

Blaine could tell Kurt's lips were in a point. "Oh come here." He tugged on Kurt's arm, and the paler boy turned over in Blaine's arms, snaking his hands around the mans chest and hugging around his torso to pull their chests together as he looks up.

"Do we have to talk?"

"We'll have fun after, I just think it be best if we shared what we liked and didn't like."

Kurt huffs, tucking his head into the crook of Blaine's neck as he sighs heavily. "Fine."

Blaine realizes he's going to be driving the conversation for a bit until his sleepy little Kurt fully wakes up, so he decides to start off. "Great, well what I loved about it was the intensity and I'm sure you felt it too, I loved the feeling of having our bodies connected and nothing but bare skin between us. I as well loved restraining you from moving, but I'm guessing that's the dominant in me...what did you think?" Although Kurt kept silent throughout Blaine's little rambling, he could tell his words were turning him on more as he felt his cock harden against his thigh.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut before deciding Blaine wouldn't let him sleep until he 'shared his feelings.' He picked up his head and laid it on the pillow shared with Blaine, their eyes meeting. "I loved it." He murmured. "Honestly. I loved every part of it...we didn't do much but, that was my fault. I was scared and gave you little to play with..."

"Kurt..."

"No, no. Let me finish. I was terrified at first but...god when you held me down and just rubbed off on me it was....exhilarating Blaine. I really, really like being held down and restrained..."

Blaine's eyes glistened with excitement, and Kurt pressed his lips together before whispering. "There was one thing I didn't like..."

"Oh god..." Blaine groaned, thinking he'd messed up the whole night for Kurt. Was it my forcefulness? That I came first and didn't allow him to move?

Kurt blushed. "I like it when you prolong my orgasms."

Well that's definitely different. Blaine thought, looking at Kurt with raised eyebrows. "Do you now?"

Kurt nodded his head bashfully. "I really, really do....I get a weird feeling in my stomach at first and...it is painful but god Blaine when I finally come I see stars and..." He realizes his cheeks are growing warmer, and he could only imagine the bright pink color they were forming. "And I should probably stop talking."

"No." Blaine's response was firm, the arm that was wrapped around Kurt moved to brush his hair back from his forehead, cradling his cheek as his thumb stroked across the soft skin in a comforting gesture. "I need to know what you like, baby. Tell me everything."

Kurt stared back at Blaine as he stroked his cheek, pressing into the touch and nodding. "Okay." He whispered. "When you hold me down, a shock goes through my body, when I can't move and you're in control of my body movements its as if my whole body goes numb for you, lays there and allows you to take whatever you please. I love it, every minute of that numb feeling is like a drug that keeps my adrenaline high. And that night when you didn't let me come until you said the word...I've never come so hard in my life, I felt so controlled and filled with ecstasy from purely that feeling of being submissive."

Blaine's face was what gave Kurt the confidence to pour his heart out. His eyes were soft, and his lips were turned up in a small, comforting smile. His thumb continued to stroke his cheek gently until he was done speaking, then it returned to around his waist where he held Kurt tight to his chest, and leaned forward to press his lips to Kurt's forehead. "I am so glad you told me." He murmured, lips moving against his head and making Kurt shiver as his breath ghosted over him. "I promise to always treat you as you wish, even though you're submitting to me I want you to feel good, Kurt." He pulled back and trailed his fingers along Kurt's thigh, fingertips brushing against baby soft skin before sliding back up his back and tracing along his spine. Kurt mewled aloud and arched his back into Blaine's warm, calloused touch.

"Blaine." Kurt breathed out, his chest rising more quickly as Blaine's hand explored his body more, sliding along his ass cheeks and trailing back up his spine to entwine his fingers in Kurt's disheveled hair.

"I promise, Kurt." Blaine continued. "That as your dominant, I will keep you protected, controlled, and safe from any harm. I will grant you pleasure when deserved and punish you when necessary."

Kurt's hand grabbed at Blaine's biceps, stilling his movement so he could gaze into his honey eyes. "Blaine." His voice was broken. "I promise as your submissive I will give all my heart into pleasing you, and make you happy no matter what its worth. As your submissive, I will follow any command you give me, and will gladly take any punishment so that it teaches me how to properly serve you."

Blaine's hand turning into a fist in his hair before he pulled Kurt forward and brushed their lips together, moving his slowly against Kurt's, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth and finally sucking the lip into his mouth. He pulled back to rest their foreheads together. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Kurt's cracked voice is what made Blaine's eyes open in worry, seeing tears slowly dribble down Kurt's rosy cheeks.

"Oh baby don't cry."

"They're happy tears, I promise." Kurt laughs softly as he wipes away the salty tears forming in his deep blue eyes. "I'm sorry I just..."

"Tell me what you need."

"I need to serve you."

Blaine blinked for a moment, unsure of whether to grant Kurt of what he desired or to refuse because his poor beautiful boy was crying. "I..."

Kurt's eyelashes batted, tears clinging to the long lashes as he sniffled.

"Okay." Blaine mumbled, sitting up on his knees and releasing Kurt from his embrace. "On the floor, on your knees."

To Blaine's surprise, Kurt didn't take more than two seconds to scramble off the bed and get on his knees on the carpeted floor, head bowed and hands resting on his thighs. "Yes, Sir."

Blaine had to blink again in order to wake himself up so he could dominate Kurt properly, sliding off the bed himself and standing in front of his naked, kneeling submissive. "Good, boy." He reached down to pet Kurt's hair, smoothing it back. "Can you give your master some attention, baby doll?"

Kurt licked his lips, eyes flickering up to where Blaine's cock hung hard and huge in front of his face. He nodded eagerly, earning a chuckle from Blaine.

"You may lift up your head and suck me, pet."

Kurt reached up to wrap slender, pale fingers around the base of Blaine's cock, eyes wide and eager with arousal as he poked out his tongue to lap at the head of the cock, giving little kitten licks to where pre-come had already leaked out, before he slowly slid his mouth over the head. Blaine kept his eyes trained on Kurt's, although they were turning hazy, his breathing grew heavy as his eyes fluttered closed, then open. Kurt kept his eyes focused on Blaine's erect cock, starting to suck around the head, which was already stretching out his mouth due to Blaine's generous length and girth...well, to be graphic, Blaine was absolutely gigantic. He cursed the gods chose cock size because they must have favored Blaine the most out of men. Kurt was lucky, of course, because it was his favorite thing to suck.

Blaine's hands returned to grasp at Kurt's hair, tightening his grip and tugging slightly so Kurt whined around the cock and slid his mouth further up the length, taking in more slowly and slowly, although being coaxed by Blaine. He sucked and hollowed out his cheeks, Blaine's cock pulsing inside of his mouth as he circling his tongue around the girth and moaned as hips pushed the cock further into his mouth.

"That's it baby, keep going you're doing so good for me." Blaine's breathy voice praised him, and fingers tightened slightly painfully in Kurt's hair as his hips bucked more forcefully, thrusting the cock so it hit the back of Kurt's throat, causing him to gag slightly and sputter around the large length. "It's okay, you can take it I know you can."

Kurt swallowed and grabbed onto Blaine's hips before pushing the cock deeper into his mouth. He needed to serve his master, he needed to make him come. He was born to serve his master. He started to deepthroat, the cock sliding in and out of his throat, Kurt's eyes closing as he moaned and dug his nails into Blaine's lower hips as the cock tickled the back of his throat. He kept bobbing his head, taking more and more of him inside his mouth, but he had guessed he was going much too slow for his master's liking, because soon enough the hands entangled in his brunette hair yanked him forward, making him gasp as the cock slid down his throat further and tears leaked out of Kurt's eyes.

"Oh fuck, go faster!" Blaine growled, his muscles tensing as he continued to buck his hips and yank Kurt forward at a fast speed, forcing his cock down the boys throat and moaning aloud as wet, warm heat surrounded his throbbing cock, making him grunt in pure please. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Kurt bobbed his head faster, more tears spilling out of his eyes as he took more and more of Blaine's length by the thrust, gagging and sputtering but never pulling off. His own cock seemed to beg for friction as it pulsed against his thigh, and he snuck a hand down to rub over it roughly as he deep throated Blaine and sucked harshly around the girth.

To his dismay, of course, Blaine could feel the movement against his leg, and yanked Kurt's hair painfully hard so he nearly tore of the roots. "Get your filthy hands off yourself and make me come!" He shouted.

Kurt's sobs were muffled by the cock being shoved down his throat, but he released his cock and focused on serving his master until release. He gave up on trying to take in the rest of his length and wrapped his hand back around to pump around the rest, stroking him as his tongue circling and cheeks hollowed more to bring his master to completion.

Blaine's grunts and moans grew louder, followed by his hips bucking erratically, which told Kurt that he was close. Kurt quickly popped off but kept his mouth at the head of his cock, pumping his master as fast as he could and giving him a tight grip as he stroked him.

"Oh fuck!" Blaine cursed, thrusting his hips forward once more before he came with a shudder and a gasp, white come spilling into Kurt's mouth, which he happily swallowed before coughing and wiping at the corners of his mouth, the back of his throat feeling incredibly sore and abused.

Blaine's breath returned to normal quite quickly as he stared down at Kurt with hooded eyes, a grin spread upon his lips. "You sure know how to suck a cock dry, baby boy." He yanked on Kurt's hair again, and brought the boy up to a standing position.

"I did good, Sir?" Kurt asked with a hoarse voice, causing Blaine to smirk to hear the damage he had done to his submissive.

"Very, very good my little pet." Blaine took Kurt's chin into his hand and pressed their lips together, licking off the remaining come from the corner of Kurt's lips. "But I'm afraid we have to depart now."

Kurt pulled back, but his hands grabbed at Blaine's biceps as his eyelashes batted. "What...what time is it, Sir?"

"It's eleven, pet. You should return home now before anyone gets suspicious, yes?" He carded his fingers through Kurt's hair, wiping away a stray tear with the tip of his thumb.

"I don't wanna go home." Kurt grumbled, sounding childish.

Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt sweetly on his lips before giving a sharp smack to his ass. "Go, you will see me soon." Kurt looked up sadly before yelping at the smack and hurrying over to grab his clothes, dressing himself as Blaine watched, sitting at the edge of the bed with a curious look. Kurt finished up buttoning his shirt that he had brought as a change, and tugged on his skinny jeans, grabbing his bag as he turned to Blaine with eyes filled with sorrow. "May I come back tomorrow, Sir?"

Blaine merely shrugged his shoulders. "Now that's not up to me, is it? That's the only factor I have no control over, pet."

Kurt looked over his shoulder as he turned back to the doorway and sighed, nodding his head sadly. He knew what Blaine met. "Goodbye, Sir." He said with a pout, before leaving the bedroom and heading out of Blaine's apartment.

Blaine watched after Kurt, feeling awful on the inside for leaving them in character, but he knew with Kurt's sensitive condition it would be the only remaining feeling he would have to keep him strong while they were apart. He saw the change in Kurt's eyes, feeling uncertain if he would ever snap out of the submissive daze he was in.

Kurt was going to go home with his master's command. And that's all Blaine needed as confirmation that he didn't have to worry sick if Kurt was going to fall apart the minute his father denied him going out again.

He slipped off his bed and grabbed some roomy clothes himself, deciding that to take his mind off of Kurt he would have to drink copious amounts of Coffee and watch history documentaries on his Netflix. He plopped himself on his couch with a grunt and slid back in a sprawled out position, covering himself with a blanket and curling up to himself.

I already miss my pet.

***

Kurt arrived home from a torturous car ride, filled with tears and harsh sobbing and cries for his master. He felt deprived, he needed his touch again or he would explode. But his master had commanded him to go home. And he did not wish to go against his masters command.

He entered the house with his bag filled with his previous nights wardrobe, opening the door and slipping off his shoes as he called out. "Dad?" He heard no response, but a low hum coming from the living room, which had to be the sports channel as he heard cheering and a beer clatter on the coffee table. He strolled through the kitchen and into the living room, forcing a smile as he saw Burt lounging on the couch. "Hey dad, I'm home."

Burt merely looked up and nodded, turning up the volume on the TV and taking a long sip from his beer. Kurt continued to stand in place with a confused look, swallowing thickly. "Isn't it too early to drink beer, dad?" He tried to joke.

"Isn't it hurtful to lie to your father about where you're sleeping over?"

Kurt's heart stopped.

Oh god no, this isn't happening, please tell me this isn't happening I need to call Blaine and tell him to move to a different city, state, country, oh shit he's going to be so screwed...

Kurt swallowed a lump before stuttering out. "I...I-I have no idea what you're talking about."

Burt shook his head and huffed out a frustrated breath. "Sit down."

Kurt dropped his bag and sat down in the armchair beside the couch, eyes looking down at his feet as his heart started to race and mind filled with awful thoughts.

Burt set his beer glass down before turning to Kurt with a stern look. "I needed to contact you yesterday because I was missing my screwdriver from the toolbox, and you were the last one to use it. I had a client who needed his car repaired by three o'clock, so I tried to call you. Your phone was off, and I kept getting your voicemail. I didn't want to lose my client, so I decided to call Rachel's house, where you said you were sleeping over."

Kurt mentally groaned and shut his eyes. Shit, fuck, goddamnit, I'm fucked.

"But Rachel's dad answered the phone, and informed me that you were not scheduled to sleep at her house, and that she was out performing in her latest play."

Another mental groan. How could he have been so stupid? He forgot Rachel was performing on Friday nights.

"So tell me Kurt, if you weren't at Rachel's, then where the hell were you!?" Burt shouted.

Kurt flinched and lowered his head, opening his mouth to speak, but he was speechless.

"Well?"

He had no idea what to say, no idea how to lie or get himself out of this complete mess. His dad was going to find out that he was lying to him each weekend, and he would be banned from going out, banned from ever going to Blaine's house again.

"I was at B.." He stuttered. "B-B.."

"Spill it!"

"Brittany's house." Kurt blurted out, tempted to wipe the sweat on his forehead in relief.

Burt frowned, looking distraught. "Brittany's house? You're telling me that you were too scared to tell me that you were sleeping over at Brittany's house..."

Kurt nodded his head dumbly.

"Well why the hell is that?"

He had the perfect excuse.

"Well...to be honest, dad, I didn't think you liked her...that couple times you saw us together we were dancing in leotards and then making out on my couch..."

"Oh for god sakes Kurt." Burt sighed, rubbing his forehead. But it was a sigh of relief, and that meant he had believed it. "I know you're gay, just because you made out with a girl in the past doesn't mean I'm going to ban you from her house. You gotta have more faith in me, buddy, you know I trust you."

Kurt gave a sad smile, nodding. "You're right, and I'm sorry for lying."

Burt returned a smile and patted the seat cushion next to him. "Come here, bud." Kurt went to join Burt on the loveseat couch, resting his head on his shoulder.

"You know I just worry about you, Kurt, you're my only son and I want you to be safe."

Kurt nodded again.

"So you promise never to lie to me again?"

Another nod.

"And there's nothing else you need to tell me that you've fibbed about before?"

A pause, but Kurt forced his head to nod. "Yes, dad."

"Good, how about you make us some lunch and I'll let you pick out a movie."

Kurt smiled. "Sure, love you." He pecked him on his cheek before leaving to grab some sandwich bread and sliced turkey from the kitchen to make his dad a sandwich. But the minute he was out of sight, his smile dropped and he leaned against the kitchen counter with his head hung low.

I miss my master already.