Kurt slips into Sebastian's room, smelling of the new oil Sebastian had given him as a gift. Kurt normally uses the earthier oils put into their bath every night, as it's what's provided and smells fine against his skin, but last night Sebastian had given him this new scent with a bow and asked him to wear it for tonight's visit.

He and Blaine had taken great delight applying it to him in their bath tonight. They'd requested unscented water, and Blaine had diluted some of the thick scent in it before rubbing Kurt down. They'd both ended up smelling of it, a blend of bergamot and pepper, sharp and light and pleasant. Kurt had ended up with his nose buried in Blaine's throat as he'd nipped at his shoulders and collarbones, breathing in the perfect way it had floated off Blaine's skin as they'd rutted together in the water.

Honestly, Kurt half-wonders what is wrong with Sebastian, and what he was thinking giving that to him. That sort of fragrance is much more Blaine than him.

"Good," Sebastian says, emerging from the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around his bare waist. "You're here."

"Yes, Master," Kurt says simply, bowing his head demurely. Sebastian walks over and tilts up his chin with a finger.

"I've got a game for us tonight," he says, smirking. Kurt raises his eyebrows questioningly, curious, but Sebastian just continues to smile in that smarmy way of his that honestly makes Kurt's skin crawl.

"Game?" he prompts, standing still and watching as Sebastian walks to the bed, pulling up a black bag from the floor beside it and removing its contents.

Kurt's heart drops as several items are revealed. A thick black blindfold. Two strange black fabric pouches. A rubber ball attached to straps (Oh, god, Kurt thinks in horror, that's a ball gag, isn't it?). Two long leather cuffs, big enough to cover his whole forearms. He gulps at the sight of all of it, his careful composure fraying.

Normally, he can indulge Sebastian. He can do whatever his master requires, and generally he can do it with a straight face. And he can enjoy it superficially, after being forced to learn the difference between using his body for work and for love, even as he harbors a deep distaste for having to serve a man that he barely likes.

He's not sure he can do this.

"Master, I--"

"I'm going to see how you do when the only thing you can do is feel me fucking you," Sebastian says evenly. Kurt involuntarily tenses, but it only reminds him that he's been thoroughly stretched, and that he is lubed and ready for just that. "All you need to do is take it."

He beckons Kurt over, and Kurt goes. His legs feel like lead, but he goes, shuffling forward awkwardly. Sebastian cocks an eyebrow at him, looking down his nose at him.

"Are you nervous?"

The condescending question steels Kurt. Hiding his indignation despite the truth in the question, Kurt offers a hard little smile.

"No, Master," he replies. Sebastian doesn't believe him, judging by his facial expression, but Kurt plows on. "I'm sure I'll enjoy...whatever this is."

"We'll see," Sebastian hums, and suddenly Kurt is afraid. Sebastian usually gets off on Kurt enjoying himself--Kurt suspects that Sebastian is really getting off on the ego stroke, but still. He's never done something that truly made Kurt cringe, but now that he's planning something that is making Kurt uncomfortable, he doesn't seem at all perturbed. In fact, he seems just as excited as ever, judging by the tent in the front of the towel.

"Stand with your arms at your sides. Head straight."

Kurt does as he's told. Sebastian starts with the blindfold, wrapping it around Kurt's eyes and tying the thick straps in the back. It blacks out the light completely--Kurt might as well be blind.

"Can you see?"

"No, Master," Kurt answers honestly.

"Good," Sebastian says, slipping Kurt's arms into the cuffs and tightening them. The leather is smooth against Kurt's skin, quickly warming to his body heat. They wrap snugly from wrist to almost his elbow.

Next comes the ball gag. Sebastian makes Kurt drop his jaw, and slips the gag into his mouth. There's a small hole in the ball, and Kurt finds he can breathe through it, as well as his nose, but unfortunately it does little to calm his quickening pulse as it's buckled around his head. It's uncomfortable and strains his jaw just a bit, and his mouth quickly fills with saliva against his will.

"Don't start to cry," Sebastian commands. "You'll have a harder time breathing."

Kurt can't speak, so he nods. But then Sebastian's got him by the shoulders, pushing him to the side and back. He stumbles a bit, but goes with it, unsure and increasingly uncomfortable with where this is going.

"You're about to have all noise blocked out," Sebastian says, and Kurt remembers the little black pouches--probably ear coverings. "Don't panic."

Panicking is exactly what Kurt wants to do as soon as his ears are covered, little plugs fitting in and completely rendering him helpless. The only thing he can hear is his own breathing and heartbeat, it seems, all other sound blocked out. He tries to control his lungs, which suddenly scream for more air than he can pull in. His heart hammers, and he feels himself trembling out of his control, adrenaline uselessly coursing through him as his body begs him to fight or flee, neither of which can do.

He jumps when Sebastian grabs his arms and forces them up above his head, his forearms folded just above him, his hair just tickling the leather. He holds them up, nervous as there's some movement and a pressure on the cuffs, tugging him up. And then it's harder, and he's lifted up onto his tiptoes, his arms tight and locked, pulling his shoulders. He flails for a minute, only able to remain in place because Sebastian grabs his hips, fingers digging in in warning.

And then he's alone, struggling to stay still as his weight sways, only just touching the ground. Most of him is held up by his arms, and it's uncomfortable--soon enough, he'll tire, and he can already feel the coming burn just whispering on the edges of his muscles. Sebastian needs to hurry, before he's actually hurt.

He returns quickly, though Kurt only knows it because there's a pair of hands wrapping around in front of him and grasping the insides of his thighs, spreading him roughly. He complies with the press, allowing the hands to take some of his weight as his feet leave the floor, unable to reach. He hangs there, and his panic returns from where it had abated at the contact. He breathes deeply and slowly, keeping himself as calm as possible, and it's only when Sebastian lines up and pushes in that he loses it.

He swings precariously with every thrust of Sebastian's cock into his hole, hard and big and at a torturous angle that sends harsh jolts through him. If he were aroused, he'd probably find it irresistible, but his cock hangs limp between his legs and the stimulation of his nerves only makes him wince. His breath comes short, whimpering out of him as he bites down on the gag desperately, and his eyes burn behind the blindfold; only through a desperate act of will does he hold back his tears, afraid of losing the ability to breathe that's already strained by the gag and the position of his arms.

The only thing that saves him from completely falling into hysterics is the scent that drifts up to his nostrils. It makes him think of Blaine, and he clings to that. He envisions this being over--he'll limp back to the harem and into Blaine's bedroom, crawling into his waiting arms. Blaine will rub his sore shoulders and kiss him to sleep, holding him safe and warm and comforted. He'll bury his face in Blaine's neck and breathe and breathe and breathe, the scent of citrus and spice filling him.

Kurt drifts, lost in his thoughts of Blaine. The burning in his shoulders fades, and his breathing settles. His body goes limp, and Sebastian and the cuffs are the only thing holding him up. Sebastian stutters inside him, his rhythm faltering even as he plunges in harder, but to Kurt it slides into the background as he clearly sees Blaine's smile behind his eyes.

He barely notices when Sebastian finishes, spilling into him. He's left hanging, half-conscious, until Sebastian slaps him hard on his behind, jolting him out of his reverie just before the ear plugs are yanked off, sound swimming back into his ears. The gag goes next, unsnapped and allowed to fall away. Kurt gasps for breath and suddenly he's fully awake, scrabbling his toes against the floor to gain purchase, his shoulders screaming for relief.

"Stay still," Sebastian says. Kurt flinches at the noise, and then again as the blindfold drops from his eyes, the light stinging against his closed lids. Finally, his arms are dropped, and his knees buckle as he tries to hold himself up so Sebastian can unhook the cuffs.

Finally, he's free, falling to the ground weakly. Sebastian kneels down and pulls the leather from his arms, dropping them to the side in a pile with the rest of the bindings.

"You're excused from duty tomorrow," Sebastian says, ambling toward the bathroom and leaving Kurt in a heap on the floor. "Get some rest. You did well."

The surprisingly sincere final comment leaves Kurt confused. He'd just been used more heavily than ever before, and it was the first time he was completely unable to find the least spark of pleasure in it. He is shaking, and a wash of fear still courses through his veins, cold and sharp. He knows plenty of people enjoy that kind of bondage, but he didn't--he hates that he couldn't keep any semblance of control like he does to get himself through every other encounter with Sebastian.

He needs Blaine. Blaine will be able to make it better, and better prepare him for if this should happen again. He can teach him how to hold his arms, and how to breathe, and how to control the fluttering of his heart. Blaine will know what to do.

He rises unsteadily and stumbles out.

Blaine will keep him strong.