Kurt was lying on his back in his holding cell, scowling at the ceiling. This was ridiculous. They lived in a world where people were doms, switches or subs. It was easy to tell from birth, it was tattooed in cursive what you would be on your lower back, like a birthmark. The moment a baby was born, everyone knew what his or her future entailed. A sub with family lived a very different life to a sub without. A sub with family was often attached to a friend of the family's child. A sub with family was trained by private tutors from the age of fourteen upwards.  A sub without family was brought up in foster homes until the age of eighteen. Then they were sent into the system, trained quickly and brutally and then sold at auction.
Up until the age of twelve, Kurt had been a sub with family. Well, at least he'd still had his father. Kurt had assumed that he'd get a tutor at fourteen and then go to a loving master when he turned eighteen. But a sudden heart attack had taken away the future that he'd always assumed he'd have. And now here he was, naked, his hands tied behind his back, his soft chestnut hair long and his beautiful blue eyes, his snow white skin bruised.

And he was pissed. He may be a submissive by nature, but that didn't mean he would stand for just anyone treating him like shit. He would submit readily for a kind and loving master and not before. He hated that he was about to be sold like cattle. It hurt his dignity. He scowled at the auctioneer who sneered suggestively at him. He closed his eyes, they could wake him when it was time.

After a while, one of the security guards pulled Kurt's head back and growled. "Wake up, filth! You're up next."

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Blaine Anderson was a wealthy man. He lived in a big house in Florida, which was kept by his housekeeper and gardener. He had grown up in a rich family and when his parents had died, he had inherited everything. All of the money, the house, yeah, everything. Another thing about him was that he was a dom. He was a born master and today was the day when he was to buy his sub.
Blaine had heard about different ways to buy, or get them. His father had told him all about it before he died. He had been taught that subs that had grown up in families could be very sassy and maybe even taking up a fight. Subs that had grown up without one were usually more submissive and that was what Blaine wanted. He wanted a sub who would fall to his knees every morning and who would never break his rules. But if they did break his rules, they would happily take any punishment Blaine decided. That was what he wanted.
As he walked into the auction, most of the other masters looked pretty poor. They hoped to buy a cheap sub to just keep them balanced. Blaine already knew what he wanted. He just had to find it.
Blaine had been looking and valuing the subs for half an hour when- "This is sub slave Kurt Hummel."

Kurt snarled as he was thrown onto the small stage and immediately fell to his knees. Suddenly, as furious as he was, his submissive tendencies kicked in. He was in a room full of Doms and his natural urges took over. He stayed on his knees, his head bowed, though inside of his head, he was still kicking and screaming.
"A nice specimen," the auctioneer drawled dispassionately as Kurt was man handled to his feet. "Medium height and slender frame, pale skin, chestnut hair and blue eyes. Hummel entered the system late at age of twelve. Extremely responsive." Kurt couldn't help but groan as the guard stroked his length until it was fully erect, which drew a laugh out of the Doms. "Nearly seven inches in length when erect, nicely formed rear." Kurt was forced to turn around and bend over. "As all of our sub slaves, this one is, of course, a virgin. Good with household chores, a particularly good cook. Hummel's flaws include a willful personality. This sub slave will require a firm hand."

Blaine was mesmerized. This, this was his slave. He needed him. Kurt was not only gorgeous, but he was a good cook and well, seven inches was not bad. The only thing was will require a firm hand... Hell, it was worth it, Blaine could do that. And if it was too much for him... Well, there were always ways to get rid of a slave, he'd heard of them.

"Five dollars!" Blaine shouted across the audience. He hoped that the slave wouldn't be that expensive.

Kurt flinched at the small amount bid for him and he dared to lift his head to see who had bid for him, only to get hit around the back of the head sharply.
Bidding continued and eventually Kurt was sold to the first man for just eighteen dollars.
"Mr. Anderson,” the auctioneer bowed politely to the rich man as Kurt was dragged back off the stage. "If you would care to retire to the holding cells to complete your purchase?"

"Of course," Blaine said and followed them back to the cell. It was cold in there and Blaine noticed the goose bumps creeping up Kurt's body. He almost felt pity for him, almost.
Blaine paid the eighteen dollars while Kurt was getting fixed by a guard.
"Good luck with that one," the cashier snorted at Blaine.

But Blaine just grinned. "I'll teach him. Whether it's the hard or easy way, that'll be up to him."

"Do you want him shaved?" one of the guards grunted at Blaine. "Some people prefer just their cock hair done, others like us to do the whole body and head... Some people want them as natural. What do you want?" Kurt was struggling in their arms, hissing and trying to bite them.

Blaine's eyes roamed over Kurt's body as he leaned against the wall. "Save the hair on his head," he decided. "Shave off the rest."

Kurt fought so much that they had to strap him down. He didn't have much body hair, but soon, his crotch, ass, legs and arms were completely smooth.
"Clothed or naked?" was the next question for Blaine.

"Keep him naked," Blaine ordered. "I have clothes for him at home. If he earns them, that is," Blaine grinned at his sub.

The guards laughed appreciatively. "Are you collaring him now or when you get him home?"

"I'll do that at home. You can tie his hands behind his back though. It'd be nice to know where I have him," his grin grew even wider as he met Kurt's eyes. He kneeled right in front of him and cupped his cheek. "You're mine now, honey." Kurt scowled at Blaine, wincing as his arms were yanked behind his back and tied there. Blaine thanked the guards before being handed Kurt. He took a firm grip on his hands that were tied behind his back and led him out of the cell, towards his car. As furious as Kurt was, he couldn't break his instincts completely and he walked at Blaine's pace, his gaze trained on the ground. The car door was opened for Kurt to climb in and then closed behind him. Blaine sat down in the front and started driving towards his house, a huge grin on his lips the whole time.

Kurt stared at his lap. "So, " he muttered, forgetting that he shouldn't talk. "Do I have rules?"

Blaine's grin disappeared suddenly. "You may not speak unless I say you can or if you're asked a direct question. That's the first rule you should remember. I'm guessing you've been taught that at school already, huh?"

Kurt nodded, flinching. "I forgot. I only had a month of training, Master,” he mumbled. "I only just turned eighteen."

"Well, don't forget it again," Blaine said, keeping his eyes on the road. "You call me sir or Master, preferably Master. If you ever disobey me in any way, you will be punished. Understood?"

"Yes, Master," Kurt whispered, hating how he instantly obeyed- "Will you give me the rest of my rules later, sir?"

"Yes," Blaine nodded. "See, you can be a good boy. I hoped that the salesmen would be wrong about you. You can also get rewarded if I think you've been particularly good. You may never ask for a reward though, I decide when and if you should get it." Kurt nodded, his eyes widening as they pulled up to a massive estate. Blaine parked the car in one of his many garages. He opened Kurt's car door and immediately gripped him the way he had earlier. He led him inside the huge house and as soon as they got inside, he released his grip.

"Kneel," he commanded. Kurt was just a second too slow in following orders and he felt his legs being knocked out from under him so he landed on his knees painfully. He let out a hiss of pain.
"I was going to do it!" he snarled disrespectfully.

"You do not speak to me that way! You're going to show me respect, bitch!" Blaine grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "I am your Master. You obey me immediately, no matter what I tell you to do."

Kurt shivered at the pain in his scalp and his natural instincts took hold. "Y-Yes, Master," he stuttered. "I'm sorry, Sir..."

"You better be," Blaine muttered and released his grip. "Follow me," he said and waited for Kurt to stand up and follow him into the house. Kurt stumbled to his feet and followed Blaine, keeping his head bowed.

Blaine showed him around in the close-to-castle where he lived. He showed him the kitchen first. "Here, you must have breakfast finished at eight every morning, unless I say another time, or put a note on the counter."
They went to the bathroom, but when Kurt tried to take the handle, Blaine swatted away his hand. "This is my bathroom." He opened a smaller door next to it. "This is yours." It was small, but still quite fancy and clean.
Once they reached the bedrooms, Blaine opened the door to the biggest one. "This is my bedroom and this is where you will sleep as well. If you've been bad during the day, even just a little bit, you will sleep in chains at night. The chains will open automatically at half past seven so you can go make breakfast, unless I change the settings. Sexually, you will be here for me whenever I want and you will not struggle," he said with a small smile and reached out to cup Kurt's cheek. "Such beauty," he whispered. Kurt automatically flinched away from Blaine's touch, letting a soft hiss.

Blaine gritted his teeth and took a step back. "Looks like you're spending your first night in chains then."

Kurt’s wide eyes met Blaine's pleadingly. "Please... No..."

"Yes," Blaine decided. "Kneel," he said again, hoping that Kurt would react faster this time. Kurt had knelt before he even realized what he was doing.

"Good boy," Blaine said, satisfied. "Now, here's a pile of clothes, they're all for you. Whenever they get dirty, you throw them in the laundry basket. You will sleep naked. Have I made myself clear?" He waited for Kurt's nod, and when it came, he walked around him to untie his hands. He placed the clothes in Kurt's arms. Kurt sorted through the clothes and winced, they were all tight. He pulled on a pair of tight black jeans and a blue shirt that had had the buttons cut off so he had to wear it open, leaving his chest exposed.

Blaine hummed approvingly. "Very good, Kurt. A few more things... Every morning after breakfast, I expect you on your knees in here for my morning blowjob. After that, I will go to work and you can keep yourself busy with anything. You may however not touch the computer, phone or anything like that. The TV is fine though and you can walk around the house. You may not go outside without permission. Of course, you cannot come or touch yourself without permission."

Kurt let out a low whine, but nodded. "May I speak, Master?" Kurt waited for the nod before talking. "Are you going to collar me?" He prayed that he'd say no. Some Masters provided slim silver dog tags that weren't as humiliating.

"Of course I am," Blaine said. "Thanks for reminding me," he grinned. He turned around and took out a black leather collar from his dresser. It was decorated with silver letters that said Property of Blaine Anderson. Blaine fastened it around Kurt's neck and pulled it quite tight, but still allowing Kurt to breathe. "What do you say when you get a present?" he asked. Kurt shook his head, his fists clenched. He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Blaine's gaze sharpened. "What do you say when you get a gift, bitch?" he gritted through his teeth.

"It's not a gift. It's humiliating," Kurt bit out with some difficulty, fighting against his own nature.

Quick as lightning, Blaine had slapped Kurt across his cheek. "You ungrateful little slut!" Kurt's head snapped backwards from the force of the slap and he could feel a bright red hand print burning on his pale cheek. He let out a soft distressed whimper, but he still couldn't bring himself to thank Blaine for collaring him like an animal.

"You're definitely in chains tonight," he muttered. "And if you disobey me again today, the punishment will be harder. This is something you have to learn."

Kurt nodded. "Sir," he said stiffly. "What kinds of punishment do you use?"

Blaine shrugged. "Anything, really. Depends on how bad you have been. I might fuck you for hours and hours, never stopping, I might not give you food, I might forbid you from coming for a month, I might spank you, I might put a vibrator inside you and leave you chained up with it inside you when I'm at work." He leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "So I need you to be a good boy for me."

Kurt flinched, but nodded. "Yes, Master..." He stood uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot, waiting for Blaine to tell him what to do.

"So," Blaine said, standing opposite to Kurt. "I know you've only been in school for a month, but tell me, what did you learn?"

"To obey without question. Never to make eye contact unless told otherwise. To always stay a step behind your Dom unless leashed, then stay at heel. That my body is not my own. That I am a slave, a possession." Kurt flushed as he recited his lessons. "Clothes are a privilege, as is walking. It's not uncommon for slaves to be naked and crawling in public. Never speak unless spoken to." He continued staring at the floor. "I wasn't a very good student."

"I think it sounds like you've been listening very well. What did you learn about different sex acts?" To be fair, Blaine was scared of sex himself. He'd done blowjobs and handjobs and he loved it, but he was only 20 years old himself and he wasn't completely ready to have actual sex yet. He could still use it to threaten Kurt though.

"N-Nothing..." Kurt blushed. He was so innocent that the thought of doing anything sexual terrified him. "You start that in the second month, Master."

"You'll learn soon enough," Blaine said with a smirk. "Now, go downstairs and make me dinner. You can make some for yourself as well. It's a reward for being honest with me."

Kurt nodded. "Thank you, Master. What would you like, Sir?"

"Steak," Blaine said. "Cook it medium and I think there should be some potatoes there somewhere so you can make fries to it." Blaine enjoyed the view of Kurt's ass as he walked out of the room.

Kurt cooked quickly and efficiently, humming to himself. He wasn't as scared or as angry when he cooked, he was just Kurt. He set the table for one while the fries were cooking and then he grilled the steak to perfection. He'd marinated it just like he'd been taught. He plated up Blaine's food onto the china in the cupboard, putting a much smaller portion into a shallow plastic bowl from a cupboard labeled 'Slave.' He placed Blaine's food on the table just as he came into the room.
"What would you like to drink, Master?" he asked softly, figuring he may as well do this right.

"Just a glass of water," Blaine said. "It smells delicious, Kurt. Good job!" He walked up to him and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. A kiss was, for a slave, something very special. It meant that they had done something very right and that their Master was proud of them. A kiss on the lips was the biggest reward a slave could get, really. Kurt couldn't help but relax as Blaine kissed him. He placed a glass of water in front of Blaine and then hesitated, standing to the side with his own little bowl, unsure where to sit or even if he was allowed cutlery. He was starving, he hadn't eaten in two days.

"You may sit," Blaine said. "And take a glass of water if you want to." Blaine sat down himself and started eating, humming approvingly. "This is very good, Kurt." Kurt sat down, not getting cutlery as he hadn't been told he could, but he took a small cup of water in a plastic cup.

"You're welcome, Sir,” he whispered, picking up his small piece of steak. Blaine didn't notice that Kurt was eating with his hands, he was too absorbed in his own delicious steak. When he was finished, he wiped his mouth and looked up.

"You're hard to understand," Blaine said, half to himself. "Your mood changes so fast."

Kurt looked at his lap. "My nature tells me to be submissive and do whatever you tell me. And so does my training, the little of it that I had. But... my dad brought me up to expect love and respect... It's hard to strike a balance, Sir,” he admitted. Being slapped and kissed had worked a little to calm Kurt. Punishment and rewards, these were what he knew.

Blaine's expression softened a little. "You didn't have permission to speak there, but I'll just pretend that I don't care. As long as you respect me and my rules, I will try to respect you. Whatever I say, you must do and I will be mad if you don't obey, but I will make everything good for you."

"I'll try my best, Master," Kurt whispered, shocked at Blaine's suddenly gentle tone. He had a feeling it wouldn't last. Blaine got a sudden instinct to reach out for Kurt's hand, so he did. He squeezed it lightly before standing up.

"Do the dishes and come back to the bedroom afterwards."

"Yes, Sir." Kurt nodded, watching Blaine leave. He cleaned the dishes quickly, not noticing that Blaine's washed up glass was close to the edge. It fell and shattered. Kurt stood for a minute, shocked. Then he quickly cleaned it up, cutting the palm of his hand. It bled, but he ignored it, hurrying back upstairs. He sank to his knees once he entered the room, his instincts taking control.

"I broke a glass... I'm sorry, Master." He dipped his head. Blaine looked at Kurt and walked by him, into his own bathroom. He came out with a piece of paper, tucking it into Kurt's bleeding hand.

"Hold it," he commanded. "You know, this is a typical happening that would lead to a minor punishment."

Kurt held the paper and kept looking down, a few tears escaping down his face, his body trembling a little. "Yes, Sir."

"But as it is, I'm already chaining you tonight, so that will be enough for now. Don't let it happen again."

Kurt nodded, his shoulders sagging in relief. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Master..." he breathed.

Blaine smiled a little. "I will go downstairs and watch TV now. You're free to join me if you sit on the floor." Kurt nodded and followed a step behind Blaine all the way down to the living room. He froze in the door way, the TV was huge.

"Wow..." he breathed, he hadn't watched a TV since he was twelve.

Blaine threw him a knowing smile. "Yeah, my parents were sort of rich." He turned it on and made himself comfortable on the couch. After watching five minutes of his favorite show, Navy CIS, he realized how tense Kurt looked. The episode involved a teenager getting tortured. Blaine wondered silently why Kurt was reacting so strongly to it. "As long as you obey my rules, you're safe here," he said without knowing he had said it out loud. Kurt flinched again, but nodded. He might be safe here, but he hadn't been in school. He'd only been there a month, but some of the beatings and punishments had been severe and he'd seen what had happened to some of the other subs who were in their second or third month of training.

Blaine decided to let Kurt stay if he wanted to. When the show was over, he turned the TV off again. "Go up to the room, undress and kneel on the bed. I'll be up in two minutes." Kurt's eyes flashed to Blaine's, filled with fear.

"Do as you're told," Blaine said and walked up the stairs to get a glass of milk. He had always done that before he went to bed, ever since he was eleven.

Blaine walked into the room exactly two minutes later and saw that Kurt was shaking on the bed. He walked up to him and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"You've been both good and bad today. Why am I chaining you tonight, Kurt?"

"B-Because I didn't listen to you...A-And I talked back... And I wouldn't thank you?" Kurt whispered.

"That's right," Blaine said softly. "And you dropped the glass." Blaine started fumbling with the chains at the top right bedpost. "Raise your arms and put your wrists together.” Kurt whimpered, but did as he was told.

"Please don't..." he whispered, knowing it was useless.

"Punishment, Kurt. You have to learn to take it." He chained Kurt's wrists together to the bedpost and then did the same with his ankles. Blaine couldn't deny that Kurt looked gorgeous, lying like that. It wasn't painful for Kurt, but it was uncomfortable. He shifted restlessly.

"May I speak, Sir?" Once he got confirmation, he flushed. "What if I need to go to the toilet?”

"In that case, you may try to wake me. But only in it's an emergency. Have I made myself clear?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes, Master..." A silent tear ran down his cheek.