ok this wasn't working, time to change tactics

"Fine, let get this over with you want to fuck, lets fuck it�s not as if I�ve never done it before." " Kurt tried really hard to look annoyed but the finger up his ass made it kind of impossible.

Blaine smiled.

Kurt knew better than to trust that smile. It was a slow curve of his lips, a crinkle at the corners of his eyes.

Watching him carefully, Blaine slid his finger out from the soaked depths of his hot channel and moved to lie down beside Kurt. He looked like a wild beast as he propped his head on his arm and watched him through narrowed eyes.

"That's not going to be enough to drive me away, Kurt," he said softly.

"The cynical wisecracker. That's the face I saw through first, did you know that? But I didn't get the whole picture until a few weeks ago. Do you know what happened then?"

This was so not good for Kurt, Blaine had that look, the one he got when he was sure he knew something you didn't.

"Why should I care?"

Blaine shook his head at him. "It was two in the morning. I was out of town for a client's fundraiser and going to my hotel; I stopped at a traffic light. A diner on the corner was still open, and I looked over, thinking about getting a cup of coffee. I saw a boy sitting on a barstool at the counter. Dressed to nicely to be on place like that. Sipping a coke, laughing at something the late-shift waitress was saying to him."

Kurt's throat constricted, but it didn't matter.

He wasn't going to say anything. he wasn't going down this path with Blaine.

This was just sex.

Rough, kinky sex, the kind he'd heard Blaine like it. He could take that, as long as he stayed away from danger signs.

Like the one that was going up right now, with every word Blaine spoke.

"Something about him caught my eye, and then it hit me. The light changed and I didn't even notice. I was looking at Kurt Hummel "My Downfall" as some of my staff calls you. When the waitress left you, you went back to playing with your straw in the Coke. You looked out the window, but you didn't see me. There was something in your face. A softness, a wistfulness, and I realized just how lonely you really are. An incredibly independent, dynamic man sitting alone at two in the morning in a diner, so he doesn't have to be home during the loneliest time of night."

"Stop it, Blaine" His fingers clenched against the ropes binding his wrists.

"This isn't funny. You want to fuck, we'll fuck. Don't pretend you give two damns about me, just to get into my pants."

Kurt shifted his expression to pointedly look at his naked body.

"You're already there, and I've told you I'm agreeable. So quit the dramatics, before you piss me off and I get out of the mood."

"You talk like you have a choice."

"Blaine, you son of a … " Kurt cried out helplessly as Blaine' s hand raised." No …"

Blaine�s head moved, his lips latching on a hard, pointed nipple a second before he delivered another stinging blow to the sweet curve of his ass.

Kurt cried out.

Pleasure and pain dragging a helpless sound of confused desire from his lips as his body bowed and he jerked against Blaine.

"There are things I could do to bring you more pleasure than you've ever known, if you'd just let me. I'll fuck you hard and then make love to you for hours; let you sleep in my arms without worry. Put fresh flowers in your room every morning before you wake so they're the first thing you see. I�ll Take care of you."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"I know. Which makes it all the more important that someone does."

"Stop messing with my head!"

Blaine chuckled, and Kurt despised his cowardice, but his nerve endings were still screaming from his last smack, and he was so eager for a repeat performance.

"How did you imagine it would be with us? You and me?" His voice was a husky whisper.

Blaine�s tongue rasped his nipple as he suckled him. Kurt was on fire, his head reeling from the confusing morass of sensations.

He wanted to beg for more, beg for mercy

Another blow struck him, Blaine's palm angled to deliver the blow more firmly as he pinched Kurt�s nipple between his teeth. The stinging pain, hot and fierce had his dick throbbing as he screamed from a near climax.

"Please," he begged, his head thrashing against the pillow as he felt Blaine�s arm rise again. "Please, Blaine… don't do this"

A strangled scream left Kurt�s throat as the hardest blow landed, striking with force and fire, his orgasm peaking against his will. It shuddered through his body as Blaine�s other hand slid beneath his belly and ground into his cock with just enough pressure to trigger his release.

Angling Kurt�s head Blaine�s lips covered his with a groan, his tongue spearing into Kurt�s mouth with greed and hunger.

Kurt fought to get closer, his arms and legs protesting their confinement as he met Blaine�s kiss with equal voraciousness, his tongue tangling with his, his moans a harsh rasp against his throat as he felt his spent cock throb, ache for more.

Kurt shuddered with the throbbing intensity of his climax; a distant part of him was shocked, amazed that he could respond in such a way.

Fiery tingles of sensation coursed over his body, left him greedy, hungry for more. His ass was empty, a gnawing ache of arousal tormenting it now.

It wasn't enough.

He needed more.

So much more.

"Do you need more, Kurt?" Blaine growled as he pulled back and stared down at him.

His eyes were no longer patient; they were hot and hungry, watching him intently.

"More. Please, Blaine. I need you," Kurt moaned staring up at Blaine as his body moved restlessly, needing him, wanting his cock until he could barely breathe, his arousal was so intense.

Blaine moved back, his hand going to Kurt�s cock, a ravenous groan coming from his throat as he felt the thick layer of cream that now coated his flesh.

"You are so beautiful, Kurt." His voice sounded tortured. "So hot and sweet, I could make a meal of you now."

"Yes." Kurt twisted against him, needing Blaine to touch him, to fuck him, to relieve the yawning pit of exquisite need throbbing inside him.

"Not yet," Blaine denied him, making Kurt whimper. "Not yet, baby. But soon"

Kurt watched as he moved from him, going to his knees he flipped Kurt again, adjusting his ropes and body to a near sitting position, propping Kurt�s pillows beneath his shoulders and head.

"You know what I want, Kurt," Blaine told him, his voice rough, his cock aiming for Kurt�s lips.

"Open your mouth, baby, give me what I want."

Anything.

Whatever it took to convince Blaine to relieve the ache that throbbed inside his stomach.

Kurt lips opened, and he moaned as the thick head pushed past them, stretching them wider.

Blaine was huge, so long and thick he wanted to cry out in need, scream at him to hurry out and fuck him with it.

"Oh yes baby, such a hot little mouth," Blaine groaned, wrapping his fingers around the base as he penetrated Kurt�s mouth, stopping only when his eyes began to widen with the fear Blaine would choke him.

"Relax your throat, Kurt," he urged him. "Just one more inch, baby. Take one more inch for me and I'll show you how good I can make you feel next."

Kurt�s body throbbed out his answer.

Yes, take more, you fool. Take it all so he'll fuck me.

The ravenous creature that was his body demanded his obedience as fiercely as Blaine did.

Breathing through his nose, his eyes on Blaine�s, he slowly relaxed the muscles of his throat, feeling him by slow increments give him the final inch he demanded Kurt to take.

Blaine�s hand tightened on his cock, his finger brushing Kurt�s mouth as he marked his limit, and still there was so much more. He pulled back as Kurt suckled the thick length, his tongue washing over it, rasping the underside of his dick as Blaine nearly pulled free of Kurt�s mouth until he was slurping on nothing but the engorged head, and loving it.

Then he began to penetrate again.

A slow measured thrust that sank his cock to the depth he marked, his expression tightening with such extreme pleasure that Kurt fought to caress the broad head that attempted to choke him.

Kurt let his throat make a swallowing motion, a tentative movement to test his ability to do it.

Blaine groaned, his dick jerking in Kurt�s mouth as he pulled back, thrust home again. Kurt repeated the movement, watching Blaine�s face, never letting go of his expression as he began to fuck his mouth.

Blaine was panting, his teeth clenched, his hard stomach clenching.

"Yes, swallow it," he growled when Kurt repeated the motion. "Swallow it, baby. Show me how much you want my cock."

He was fucking Kurt�s mouth harder now, his lips stretched so wide they felt bruised, but he loved the feeling, loved watching the excitement, the extreme lust that crossed Blaine�s face each time his throat caressed the head of his cock.

His hips were bucking against Kurt, his voice a rumbled growl as he fucked his lips, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, groaning as the flesh tensed, tightened further.

"Yes. I'm going to come now, baby. I'm going to come in your hot little mouth just like I'm going to come in that tight little ass. Take it, baby, take my cock." He speared in, Kurt swallowed, Blaine�s hips jerked, and Kurt felt the first hard, hot blast of his semen rocket against the back of his throat.

It was followed by more.

Thick hard pulses of creamy cum spurted down his throat as Blaine cried out above him.

Kurt was ecstatic, quivering with anticipation as he felt Blaine�s cock, still hard, pull out of his mouth.

He would fuck him now.

Surely, he would fuck him now.

"You're so fucking perfect, Kurt," Blaine whispered as he moved away from him, staring down at Kurt, his eyes gentle once again.

"So damned hot and beautiful, you make me crazy."

"Good," Kurt moaned. "Fuck me now, Blaine. Please."

Blaine smiled, and Kurt�s eyes widened as he shook his head.

"What?" he bit out, incredulously. "Please, Blaine, you can't leave me like this."

"Did I say I was leaving you?" Blaine asked him, arching his brow in question.

"No, Kurt, I'll be here with you, all night, every night. But you're not ready to be fucked yet."

"I promise I am," Kurt bit out. "I really am, Blaine." If he got any more ready, he would go up in flames.

Blaine chuckled, though the sound was strained.

"Not yet, Kurt," he whispered. "But soon."

He moved across the room, and then Kurt noticed the small tray that sat on the mantle of his wall-enclosed dresser. Blaine picked it up and as he turned back to him, Kurt's eyes widened in apprehension.

There were several sexual aids laying on the silver tray, as well as a large tube of lubrication. The one that frightened him most was the really thick butt plug that sat on its wide base.

Kurt trembled at the sight of it, shaking his head in fear as Blaine neared him. If only he was frightened enough, he thought distantly. God help him, his cock was on fire, his body so sensitive he thought a soft breeze would send him into climax.

And seeing those toys, had him trembling, not just in fear, but in excitement.

Blaine set the tray on Kurt�s nightstand, then sat on the bed, staring at it.

"If you don't stay aroused, needing me and what I'll give you, then I'll walk away," Blaine said, his voice so soft Kurt had to strain to hear it.

"But I'll push you, Kurt, to see what you like, to see what you can take. Not just tonight, but all week. You're mine until the night of Rachel's party. No matter what, no matter when, as long as what I'm doing arouses you."

"And if it doesn't?" Kurt asked angrily. "What are you going to do, hurt me until I can't take it anymore?"

Blaine turned to him, his eyes blazing.

"Only I can give you what you want, what you need," he bit out. "You're so damned hot to be dominated you can't stand it. Do you think I don't know that? Did you think you were told the rumors of my preferences needlessly? If you weren't excited by it, Kurt, you wouldn't have come so hard you soaked my hand two years ago when I had you in that library. You're just scared of it. And I need you too much to let you stay frightened of what we both want any longer."

"I won't do it!" But excitement was electrifying his body, making every cell throb in anticipation.

"Won't you?" Blaine growled. "You know Kurt those stories you read, to satisfy that craving you couldn't explain, I can make them real."

Kurt�s face flushed.

"Captives, dominated by their lovers. Submissive, loving every stroke of the sensual pleasure they received. Didn't it make you want more? Didn't it make you want to see what it was like to be one of those captives, what it was like to be dominated."

And of course, those wicked eyes knew the flush of admission on Kurt�s skin.

"No," he bit out, shaking with nerves, with shame.

"Oh baby, you can't fool me I know you too much for that." Blaine touched his cheek, his fingers caressing Kurt�s flesh, his voice gentle.

" I think, Kurt, that you need me just as much as I need you, let me take care of you."

"you're crazy," Kurt bit out, refusing him, wondering why he was when he needed it so damned bad.

Blaine�s thumb stroked over his swollen lips, his eyes dark, glittering in the light of the candle.

"Am I?" he asked Kurt softly. "Let's see, baby, just how crazy I am."

Kurt watched Blaine, trying to still the hard, rough breaths that shook his body.

He couldn't seem to get enough oxygen, couldn't seem to settle the hard shudder of his pounding heart.

"There's a fine line that divides pleasure and pain," he told Kurt as he removed the butt plug from the tray, and the tube of lubricant. "It's so slim, that if went about the right way, the pain adds to the pleasure, in a dark erotic manner."

He moved to the bottom of the bed. Ignoring Kurt�s struggles and heated curses, within minutes he had his entire body flipped over, and started tucking several pillows beneath his hips.

"You bastard" Kurt�s voice was strangled as crazed excitement shot through his body.

His buttocks were arched to Blaine now. He was spread, open to him more than before, and the flares of fear and excitement traveling through his body had him terrified.

"God, Kurt, you're beautiful,"

Blaine growled from behind Kurt, his voice rough, filled with lust. "I will never get tired of saying it, of watching you; your little ass is so pink and pretty. And I love how you keep yourself waxed so soft and smooth. But I would have preferred to do it myself. From now on, I'll take care of it for you."

Kurt trembled, crying out. He should hate this, hate the shameless possession in his voice.

He should be screaming, begging Blaine to stop, instead his body pulsed in need and desire.

In anticipation.

"You shouldn't have waited so long to come back, Kurt," Blaine whispered as he kissed one full cheek of his ass.

"You shouldn't have made me wait so long, baby, because I won't be able to be as gentle as I would have been."

Kurt�s dick pulsed at his words. what the fuck was wrong with him

"And I'll have to punish you."

Kurt whimpered at the rising excitement in Blaine�s voice. "But I would have anyway, baby. Because I need to see that pretty ass all red and hot from my hand."

"No… " Despite Kurt�s instinctive cry, Blaine�s hand fell to the rounded cheek of his ass.

Heat flared across his flesh, then he screamed as Blaine�s finger sank into his ass a second later.

Kurt twisted, writhed against his bonds.

"You're so pretty," he groaned. "So tight and hot, Kurt."

His hand struck again as the broad finger retreated from Kurt�s quaking asshole. As the heat built in the flesh of his buttocks, Blaine�s finger sank in again.

Kurt was crying out in fear and a wash of dark, erotic excitement.

The blows weren't cruel, rather sharp and stinging, building a steady heat in his flesh

"Such pretty skin, like porcelain and velvet." He whacked the other side, then his finger thrust into Kurt again.

Kurt was so hard he was dripping. Blaine alternated mild and stinging blows that kept Kurt flinching in anticipation.

Kept his flesh heated, the pain flaring through his body. A pain he hated, hated because the pleasure from it was driving him crazy. He could feel precome dipping from his cock, hear his own cries echoing with needs he didn't want to name.

By the time Blaine finished, Kurt ass felt on fire, his hips were rolling, his cock throbbing.

He was dying of need.

If Blaine didn't fuck him soon, he would go crazy. Kurt was burning, inside and out, a wave of fiery lust tormenting his loins as he fought the depraved pleasures of the spanking.

"Your ass is so hot and red now," Blaine groaned.

"Damn, Kurt, I like you like this, baby, all tied up for me, reddening, your dick hard and leaking for me, only for me baby."

Two fingers plunged inside him.

"Blaine…" Kurt�s cry was hoarse and desperate as his orgasm kept him on an edge of agonized excitement.

"I'm going to put this plug up your ass now, Kurt," Blaine warned him as he drew his fingers from his body.

"To prepare you for me, because when I fuck you Kurt, it�s going to be so deep and hard you won't ever leave me or deny me again."

Kurt's head ground into his pillow as Blaine�s hand separated his buttocks. He flinched at the feel of cold lubricant, then cried out again as tree fingers sank fully into the tight hole.

It pinched, sent a flare of heat through his muscles that had him bucking into the thrust.

"Oh, Kurt, your ass is so tight." He twisted his fingers inside Kurt, spreading the lubrication, stretching the muscles as he whimpered in distress.

"It doesn't want to stretch, Kurt. Four years baby you are almost a virgin."

As full as his fingers filled him, Kurt was starting to think that too.

How would he ever take his cock? Kurt tightened on him in fear, then moaned as the heated pain made his cock throb hotter.

Blaine repeated the lubrication several times as Kurt fought to breathe past the pleasure and pain.

He was ready to scream, to beg for more. Kurt wanted to whisper the forbidden words. He bit his lip, panted, cried out as Blaine fingers finally withdrew.

"Kurt, I want you to take a deep breath," Blaine finally instructed him heatedly. "Relax when the plug starts in, it will ease the pain if it's too much for you at first."

"You're torturing me," Kurt cried out, bucking against his ropes. He didn't want this now. He was too aroused. The dark lust rolling over her was too intense, too frightening. "Stop, Blaine. Let me go!"

"It's okay, Kurt." Blaine�s hand smoothed over his bottom then his fingers clenched, separating him again.

"It's okay, baby. It's normal to be scared. Just relax."

"Blaine …" Kurt didn't know if his cry was in protest or in need as he felt the tapered head of the thick plug nestle against his tiny hole.

"It's going to hurt, Kurt." Blaine�s voice was dark, excited. "You're going to scream for me, and you're going to love it. I know you will, baby."

"Oh God." Kurt tossed his head on the pillow but couldn't help allowing his body to relax marginally.

He felt the device begin to penetrate the tight hole. At first, the piercing sensation was mild, but as the length and thickness increased, the steady, building fire began to shoot through his body.

Kurt tensed, but Blaine didn't ease up. Kurt cried out as it grew bigger, then began begging as pain bloomed in his anus.

But he wasn't begging Blaine to stop.

"It hurts," he screamed out. "Oh God, Blaine. Blaine please…"

He didn't relent, instead, the fingers of his other hand moved under Kurt to his pulsing dick. There, they stroked and petted the head until he was thrusting, pushing into his hand, crying out as the movement pushed the plug deeper into his ass.

Kurt could feel his muscles stretching, protesting but eventually giving way to the thick intruder invading it.

He bucked against his ropes, rearing back, writhing under the lash of burning pain, and equally burning pleasure.

"Damn you!" His voice was hoarse, enraged from the building kaleidoscope of sensations rushing through his body.

The fiery heat of the invasion, the slow steady buildup of pain, the resulting agonizing pleasure so overwhelmed his senses that he felt dazed with it, awash in a darkly sensual reality where nothing existed except the slow, steady invasion of his ass, and the soft, too light caresses to his throbbing dick.

Long minutes later Kurt jerked harshly as the last inch of the plug passed the tight anal ring, leaving seven inches of hard thick dildo lodged inside him.

Kurt squirmed, fighting to accustom himself to the sensation.

Blaine chose that moment to land his hand heavily on Kurt�s ass again. He screamed, his muscles tightening around the plug, inflicting a disastrous form of ecstasy.

"Now, Kurt," Blaine growled. "Now, I get to suck that pretty cock."

How he ended up on his back Kurt honestly didn't knew he felt so full, yet one look at Blaine�s magnificent cock made him want more, so much more.

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Kurt's cries were echoing in his head, throbbing in his cock. Blaine couldn't remember a time he had been so turned on, so hot and ready to fuck.

He wanted to plunge his cock as deep, as hard up his tight ass as he could.

He wanted to slam it inside Kurt, master him with the brutality of a fucking so lustful that he would find it impossible to leave the only man who could give it to him.

But Blaine knew, the longer he could keep him hanging on the edge of the sensations ripping through his body, the more he would crave it later.

And Blaine …. He was a slave to the need to be the one who pleasured Kurt.

The piercing of Kurt�s ass with that plug had been the most erotic, satisfying thing he had done in his life.

He wondered if Kurt was even aware of how loud he had begged for more. How many times he had pleaded Blaine to push it hard inside him, to take him.

He doubted it.

Submissives rarely remembered that first time, those first long minutes that the plug, or a hot, thick cock invaded their ass while they had absolutely no control.

It was the pain and pleasure combined.

The needs, so shocking, so consuming that they dazed the mind to the point that the submissive rarely remembered begging for it.

"Fuck me," Kurt still begged, his voice was thick and desperate as his cock leaked the bittersweet proof of his need.

And Blaine would fuck him.

Soon.

He lifted a small ring from the tray. It was attached to a long cord with a control box at the end. A Cock Ring it was called. It appeared harmless, but the effects of its vibrations and his capacity to withhold Kurt�s release would send him into such a haze of rapture that he would never forget it.

And Blaine would make sure Kurt never forgot this night.

He inserted ring into Kurt�s cock. His own cock clenched at the hardness he encountered as he pressed it past the fullness of the head. He set the control on low, a gentle, stroking vibration that nonetheless caused Kurt to flinch.

Then he set about feeding himself from Kurt�s cock.

He lapped at his dick, just as he had once promised Kurt he would. Gentle strokes to the head with his tongue that had Kurt trusting against his mouth, begging for more.

Kurt�s body was shining with sweat, his breathing harsh; his cries desperate as Blaine sucked him, stroked him. And he tasted so damned good Blaine couldn't help himself but to trust Kurt�s cock as deep inside his throat as he could go, to feel all of Kurt in his mouth.

Blaine was on fire for him.

He knew his control was slipping, something that never happened, something he had never had to fight to keep before.

But he had to prepare Kurt, he couldn't allow himself to unwittingly hurt him.

Kurt was everything to him.

His heart, his soul, the happiness he had always believed he would never find.

Kurt teetered between erotic pain and the pain that could irrevocably damage his sexuality forever. If Blaine wasn't careful, extremely careful, then he would destroy both of them.

Because Blaine knew he couldn't go much longer without him.

So he tamped down his own lusts, stroked him gently, gauged his need and advanced the speed of the vibrator accordingly.

Kurt was fucking his mouth now, nearing that point of no return. He sucked him harder stroking with his throat the engorged head of his cock as he edged the speed of the vibrator higher.

Kurt exploded, his body tensed. His scream was strangled, breathless as his body bowed, jerked, then began a repeated shudder that signaled the beginning of his orgasm.

Blaine tightened his lips on his cock, flicked it with his tongue and held his hips with easy strength when the hot, volcanic rush of his release began to rush through his body and down Blaine�s throat.

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Kurt was dying. He knew he was dying and he eagerly embraced the exquisite rush of painful pleasure that threw him over the brink.

His body was jerking uncontrollably, his orgasm filling his soul, pumping through his blood, spasming his belly as it tore through him. He could feel the hard vibration in his cock, Blaine's lips on him, blending into a raging storm he knew he wouldn't survive.

Hard shudders rushed over him, pleasure, unlike anything he could have conceived tore him apart. And in a distant part of his mind, he wondered if he would ever be the same again.

If he survived it.

he screamed against the torrent, but couldn't fight it. He could feel his release gushing through his cock as it spasmed, and Blaine's mouth moving to swallow with a hard, male groan.

His tongue tightened around his tortured cock, triggering another hard shudder, another gush of come until finally, he collapsed mindlessly against his ropes, dazed, stripped of strength.

Small tremors still assaulted his boneless body. The never-ending pulse of his climax didn't go away easily. He could hear Blaine, a hard, brutal male groan echoing through the room as his body jerked against him.

Had he come? Had he been inside him and he didn't know it? It didn't matter.

Kurt was drifting on a haze of pleasure so weak, so astounding that he couldn't think, and didn't want to.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice was tender, warm as he moved above him. "Are you okay, baby?"

Kurt felt the ropes loosening, Blaine�s hands calloused and gentle on his skin as he untied him, helped him to stretch out on the bed. He lay boneless, so satiated he could barely move.

But he was aware of Blaine moving along the bed beside him, his expression, when he looked up at him, was concerned, gentle.

"Sleepy," Kurt whispered. And he was. So tired, so emotionally and physically drained he could barely stay awake.

"Sleep, Kurt." Blaine kissed his cheek gently. "Rest, baby. We start again tomorrow."