Blaine was a mess. No, that was an understatement. Blaine was one useless, shameless begging desperate wreck of ravenous submissive, naked, pulled in the tightest spread-eagle Kurt could achieve on their wide bed, the sheets under him damp with the sweat he'd worked up during the hour he'd been writhing on them.

Two vibrators had been torturing him during that endless hour. The egg was in his ass, nestled against his prostate, buzzing just enough to make him arch and thrust in a vain attempt to rock it harder into his sweet spot. Impossible, Blaine knew, but his body had stopped asking his permission to move ages ago. The other vibe was a ring clasped tight around his glans; it was on the lowest setting, just enough to completely torture the most sensitive spot on his body. Every so often Kurt would turn it up until Blaine was sobbing with the pleasure and begging him not to stop. Of course he always did stop, and the despair Blaine felt as he watched his long-awaited orgasm fade away was equaled only by the gratitude he felt to Kurt for allowing him to suffer so exquisitely.

“How do you feel?”

Blaine opened his eyes. Kurt leaned over him, blurry, he had to blink to bring him into focus. “It hurts so much,” he mumbled. He hoped Kurt could understand him; the words made no sense to his own ears. “It's incredible.”

Kurt smiled and brushed sweaty curls off of Blaine's forehead. Blaine turned into the touch, longing for even that gentle caress. “This is why I didn't take the cage off those last three weeks. You're so sensitive I could just . . .” He swirled a finger in the precome pooled on Blaine's belly and circled the swollen head of his cock, so light, lighter than air but Blaine cried out and thrust, his body begging for more. The moment he moved Kurt's finger was gone.

“None of that, baby. You know better. I decide what you get.”

Blaine forced his ass down and Kurt rewarded him with another caress on his aching cock head. He managed to stay still this time, but his eyes filled with tears as the gesture sent a wave of not-quite-enough pleasure through his body. “Please,” he entreated, “it's been so long. So fucking long, I can't stand it.”

“It has been long, hasn't it? A new record for you.”

Four months. The entire run of Blaine's show, including the extension that he had thought he'd never survive. And maybe because it had been Blaine who'd insisted on being locked in the first place, Kurt had been inspired, inventing new and ever more excruciating ways to torment him. Five shows a week Blaine had knelt for his pretend dom and Kurt had made him pay for each of them in sweat and tears and an endless flow of precome. Culminating with that final stretch of round-the-clock incarceration that had left Blaine starving for any kind of sensation on his poor, imprisoned dick. Well he was getting that sensation now. And he was pretty sure it was going to kill him.

“I think we could go for six months next time, don't you?” Kurt asked, his voice full of mischief. He stroked the head of Blaine's cock again and Blaine tried so hard to be still but his body betrayed him. His ass lifted off the bed Kurt's finger was gone again.

“No, please, please I'll be good, don't stop I need it so much, God Kurt, please . . .”

Maybe it was the tears, but Kurt took pity on him. The finger came back, circling in a steady rhythm now, again and again. As each dizzying tease built upon the last Blaine wasn't sure if he was in paradise or the seventh circle of hell. Technically, he'd had permission to come since they'd woken up that morning and Kurt had told him today was the day. He was allowed to come, but whether he could actually get there was a completely different question. And Kurt had spent the next eight hours playing Blaine's body brilliantly, using the accumulated knowledge of their years together to make sure that Blaine constantly felt the possibility without ever managing to achieve release.

Blaine's eyes had fallen closed again so he wasn't at all prepared for Kurt's mouth sliding over his throbbing cock. A cry tore from his throat as Kurt sucked, hard, and the vibration of the glans ring made Kurt's mouth and lips and dear God his tongue vibrate as they moved with sudden determined purpose over Blaine's turgid flesh.

“Oh, God, oh God Kurt I'm so close, please, please let me come, I can't stand it, I can't stand it please don't stop, God I'm going to come . . .” Blaine babbled for all he was worth; his balls pulled tight, ready to burst, Kurt's mouth was the only thing that existed in the whole universe – until it was gone and Blaine sobbed his frustration and pain as his balls clenched violently, uselessly, yet again.

“That was nine.” Kurt's voice was suddenly right in Blaine's ear, maybe in Blaine's head, maybe Kurt hadn't even actually spoken, he had no idea anymore. He was pretty sure he didn't exist anymore, except as the energy of pure, agonizing need. He was crying freely now; the tears burned hot on his temples as they fell. His body pulled and twisted and thrust, completely beyond his control. He was going to die. He was going to die of frustration, spontaneously combust, leaving nothing behind but damp sweat on the sheet and the echo of a plea in the air.

“So good, Blaine, the way you suffer for me. So good for so long. But it's almost over now. This time I'm going to let you go, I promise. Try not to break the bed.”

Then Kurt's mouth was back, sucking like his life depended on it, and both vibrators sped up to unbearable intensity and Blaine wanted to beg, he wanted to tell Kurt that if he stopped him this time it would break him, he'd never recover, but he could only sob and shout as he was driving relentlessly toward the orgasm he'd longed for forever. And in a moment of eternal perfection it finally crested and broke, violent, crested and broke, tearing, over and over, pulling him apart, he lost count of the peaks as his balls spasmed and forced spurt after spurt of semen into Kurt's mouth. He could feel Kurt swallowing and that pushed him higher; it was ecstasy like he'd never experienced in his life and he'd been so wrong before. This, this was what was going to kill him. He couldn't see or hear or breathe, he could only feel, he was delirious with pleasure, he was soft with relief, he fell into Kurt's arms still trembling with aftershocks, still crying, with no idea when Kurt had moved to gather him up in his warm embrace.

Kurt gave him the silence he needed until his tears finally subsided and his breath evened out. Then with his usual perfect timing, just when Blaine was aware enough to wish for it, Kurt lifted his chin and kissed him. As their lips parted Blaine opened his eyes and tried to smile at his beautiful dominant.

Kurt's eyes sparkled with mirth and self-satisfaction. “Good orgasm?” he asked.

“Ten out of ten,” Blaine said, faintly, because everything including his voice was wrung out like last week's dishcloth. “Would come again.” Then he let his head fall onto Kurt's chest because it was much too much work to hold it up.

He felt Kurt's torso bounce a little with suppressed laughter. “Only if you're very, very lucky.”