When Kurt's restraints let him lose the next morning, he instantly shot out of bed. He grabbed pair of bright red jeans and ran to his bathroom, relieving himself and pulling on the pants. Then he sprinted downstairs. After checking through the cupboards, he found the ingredients for blueberry pancakes and started cooking, feeling the tension drain out of him, though his shoulders hurt from being chained above his head all night.

Blaine came downstairs half an hour later and touched his lips to the back of Kurt's neck. "Good boy," he praised. He sat down and waited for Kurt to finish. "You may also eat," he allowed. Kurt nodded and placed his plastic bowl on the table again, not giving himself cutlery, like the night before. He put the plate of pancakes in the middle of the table.
"What do you drink in the mornings, Master?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that! That one's my fault," he almost laughed. "I drink coffee in the mornings. Black, without any sugar or milk." Kurt nodded and prepared it quickly before sliding into his seat. He waited until Blaine had served himself before taking a single pancake, eating it delicately with his fingers. Blaine frowned when Kurt started eating with his hands, but then remembered that he hadn't told Kurt to get any cutlery.

"You have permission to use a fork and a knife."

Kurt looked up with genuine gratitude. "Thank you,” he whispered, getting up to grab them.

Actually, Blaine had no idea what he was doing with a slave. He basically just did as his father had done to his many slaves. But somewhere inside of him, it didn't feel quite right. He felt good being in charge, he was a born Dom after all, but he felt… mean, almost. He had no idea if he was supposed to feel like that.

Kurt ate in silence and then washed up, praying that Blaine would forget about his morning blowjob. He was terrified, and that was making him angry. He didn't like feeling like that.

But of course Blaine hadn't forgotten. How could he? He went out to check the mailbox and then walked up to his room again. When he didn't see Kurt on the floor, he got furious. The Dom inside of him was taking over. He decided to sit down on the bed and see how long it would take until Kurt realized that something was wrong.

Half an hour later, when Kurt hadn't seen Blaine for a while, he headed into the bedroom, his head held high, meeting Blaine's eyes defiantly. Blaine stood up slowly and walked up to Kurt.

He spoke slowly and in a low voice. "Kneel," he commanded.

Kurt shook his head, though his brain was screaming at him to comply. "N-No. I won't do it. I can't."

Blaine had to bite his own cheek to be able to keep himself together. "Kneel. This is my last warning," he said, his eyes shining with dominance.

"No." Kurt was practically panting with the effort of not obeying. "I won't,” he grit out. Blaine couldn't help himself. He kicked Kurt hard in his stomach so that he fell down on his knees and gasped for air.

"I am your master, I decide what you do and don't do!" he screamed.

Kurt whimpered, curling in on himself and wrapping his arms around his stomach as he sobbed. "N-No! You can't... You can't m-make me do this!" he cried. "I'm scared! I've never done anything like this and I just c-can't."

"Fuck, Kurt! That's why you need to learn! And I'm not taking no for an answer. Kneel in front of me now or you will be punished!" Blaine was so mad at Kurt that he didn't know what to do. Unlike Kurt, he couldn't resist his instincts at all. He just did what his brain told him to do. His father had taught him to always listen to his inner Dom.

Kurt shook his head, completely doubled over, crying into his knees. "I c-can't."

Blaine kicked Kurt again, not caring where it landed. He took Kurt by his hair and dragged him out of the room, to the end of the corridor. The room at the end of the hall was sound proof, so no noise came in and no noise came out. He opened the door. Inside of the room was a small cage. It had thick metal bars and was safely fastened on the floor. Blaine first undressed Kurt, then opened the door to the cage and threw his slave inside. Kurt barely fit in there, but it was big enough if he folded his legs. Blaine closed the cage door and put a huge lock on it. He slid the key into his pocket.

"I decide when you get to come out," was the only thing he said before he left Kurt in the empty, sound proof, dark room and closed the door behind him with a bam.

Something which Kurt had hidden from everyone since his Dad had died was that he was severely claustrophobic, ever since he was little and he'd been trapped in their bathroom accidentally when he was alone in the house. So as Kurt lay curled in the tiny cage in the hot, dark room, he panicked. He was in pain from being kicked and now he couldn't breathe. He screamed and cried, thrashing and begging to be let out. He wet himself with fear, panicking as his breathing slowed. He wasn't getting in enough air and soon, he passed out.

Blaine was quite happy with himself. He didn't intend to keep Kurt locked in for long, just a few hours. He did some laundry, ate lunch, watched another episode of NCIS and worked a little from his computer. At three in the afternoon, he decided to check in on him at least. He opened the door to the room and was shocked when he saw Kurt lying in the cage, lifeless. He rushed towards it and opened it, dragging Kurt out.

"Kurt! Kurt, can you hear me? Ohgod, please don't be gone!" Kurt whimpered as he came to life, scared and cold from his own urine. His bottom lip wobbled and his eyes shone with terrified tears.

"Speak! Please, Kurt, just say something!" Blaine had no idea why, but tears were streaming down his cheeks. He wasn't supposed to act like this, Kurt was just a slave.

"I'm claustrophobic,” he choked out, coughing harshly.

Blaine’s father had always told him to do what his instincts told him, so that was what he did. He scooped the boy up in his arms and onto his lap, hugging him tight.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

Kurt didn't want to feel better, he wanted to be angry, to shout and to scream, but the minute Blaine's arms wrapped around Kurt, his nature took over. He couldn't fight it any longer, he was too tired. He shrank into Blaine's embrace, linking his arms around his neck and sobbing into the nape of the older man's neck. Blaine held him tight and tried to soothe him. Seeing Kurt cry was one of the worst things he had ever experienced.

"Please, Kurt," he whimpered. "Please don't cry."

"I w-was so scared,” Kurt cried. "I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry..."

"Kurt, please," Blaine begged. "You can't cry. Please, make your Master happy." The younger man bit his lip hard, forcing himself to stop.

"I should have just done it,” he whispered. "But I was scared. I don't know why I fought my nature, it was so hard."

"You should have done it," Blaine nodded. "But now I know not to put you in small spaces. Let's get you to bed," Blaine sighed. "You look exhausted." He picked Kurt up and carried him to their bed, dropping him down and tucking the covers around him. "I'll be back in a minute." He pressed a sweet, quick kiss to Kurt's forehead and then disappeared out of the room. Kurt nodded and curled under the covers, gripping them tightly and waiting for Blaine to come back, wide eyes never leaving the door.

Blaine came back a few minutes later, after washing his face and brushing his teeth. He frowned when he saw Kurt's face.

"What are you scared of?" he asked as he crawled down next to Kurt.

Kurt blushed. "I don't like being alone after a panic attack,” he mumbled. "You... You won't throw me in the cage again, will you, Sir?"

"No," Blaine shook his head. "It was too rough, I shouldn't have done that. I- eh, I'm sorry." The last words were uttered totally against his instincts.

Kurt's eyes widened. "You... You don't have to say that. But thank you, Master." He curled against Blaine, reminding himself that he was there. Blaine hugged Kurt close. He had no idea why, but it felt right.

"Go to sleep. That's an order," he giggled softly. Kurt nodded, laying his head onto Blaine's chest and letting himself drift out. As Kurt fell asleep, Blaine tried to sort out his thoughts. He had no idea what he was doing. Somehow, keeping Kurt safe felt more important than acting out his inner Dom. He felt confused and exhausted. He let his tiredness take over and squeezed Kurt's waist before falling asleep.

Kurt woke up slowly and groaned in pain, his stomach and shoulder hurt where Blaine had kicked him. His eyes were wide as he turned around and saw his Master watching him.

"H-Hi..."

Blaine had been watching him for quite a while. He had been staring at the bruise on Kurt's shoulder for an hour. He had no idea who he was any more. He thought this would be easy, but it wasn't. He was a Master, but it felt wrong and he had no idea what he was doing wrong.

"I-I need to get out," he stuttered and rose from the bed. He walked out of the room and into another one, which was provided with a small balcony. He sat down on the chair there and breathed in the fresh air. Kurt followed Blaine, not putting any clothes on.

"Are you okay, Sir?" he asked, sitting on the floor next to Blaine.

"No," Blaine said honestly, looking up at the starry sky and biting his lip. "No, I'm not."

Kurt bit his lip. "I don't... I don't want to speak out of turn, but what's wrong?" Blaine's instincts didn't seem to exist anymore, so he just spoke from his heart.

"I don't know... I'm supposed to be a master, a Dom, but- It's just so hard. I've been up for an hour, just staring at your bruise. It feels like I did something wrong. Like my heart is fighting against my brain."

Kurt sighed, staring at the sky. "Can I speak freely, Master?"

"Yes," Blaine sighed, barely caring any longer. He was so tired of his body fighting all the time.

"My mother died when I was nine," Kurt whispered. "Mom was the Dom in my parents’ relationship. And that's what they had, a relationship. My parents taught me that the Dom/sub partnership doesn't have to be partner/slave. In my parents’ relationship, my mother was in charge, my father had certain rules, but it was mainly about love and protection... I think a lot of people forget that things can be loving."

Blaine looked at the sky while Kurt spoke. "My dad," Blaine spoke softly. "He-he tortured my mom. He got her pregnant and then tortured her. She died only seconds after I was born. My dad didn't care, he just found a new slave. And that's the idea I was raised with. I can't imagine anything else..."

Kurt hesitated. "Blaine... It sounds like you're more like my Mom than your Dad."

"What makes you think that?" Blaine whispered back. He knew that his dad wouldn't be proud if he could have heard this conversation.

"If you were like your father, you wouldn't have cared when you found me passed out in that cage. If you were like your father, you wouldn't be letting me talk like this... And if you were like your father, I-I'd be scared of you, and I'm not. I should be, you've given me every reason to be."

"You're not scared of me?" Blaine asked, looking down for the first time at Kurt with tear filled eyes.

Kurt shook his head. "Not when you're being you. When you- When you start acting, you terrify me." Blaine let a tear fall and looked up at the sky.

Everything was quiet for a minute, until Blaine spoke quietly, "I have no idea who I am..." Kurt got up and hesitated before climbing onto Blaine's lap.

"It's okay,” he whispered. "I'm going to be here whatever you decide, but... If you decide to go down your father’s path... You will kill me."

"No," Blaine shook his head. "I can't kill you. I won't."

"It's been a day and I already feel weaker..." Blaine could only think of one thing to do about that. He found Kurt's face, met his eyes first, and then his lips. The kiss was sweet and loving, usually just what subs needed to regain strength and feel loved. It was, indeed, the greatest gift a sub could be given. Kurt's eyes snapped open, wide and shocked, then they closed and he melted in the kiss, his instincts taking over. He felt the strength returning to him. Blaine pulled back slowly, their lips separating with a wet 'pop'.

"Better?" he asked, smiling a little.

"Yeah..." Kurt panted, shaking in pleasure.

"Good," Blaine smiled. "I'm sorry if I get a little out of control sometimes... I thought it was the only way and well, I'm just not strong enough to resist..."

"I believe that you can be," Kurt whispered. As he shifted on Blaine's lap, he felt the older man's erection. "Do you want me to give you that blow job now, Master?"

"No," said Blaine, trying to fight his inner that was screaming YES. "I don't want you to do anything until you're comfortable with it."

Kurt shook his head. "I need to get used to this. Just... tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, okay?"

"Kurt, you really don't have to-" He was stopped by his own long moan. Kurt started palming him through his jeans and slid down to his knees. "Ooh…" Kurt slowly unzipped Blaine's jeans and gently took his erection out, hesitating for a second. He stroked his Master a couple of times while he considered what to do.

"S-Suck me," Blaine ordered, then remembered to be gentle with Kurt. "Please, just... something..."

"O-Okay..." He leant down and took Blaine completely into his mouth, gagging a little.

Blaine let out a long, loud moan. "Good boy," he breathed. "So good..." Kurt hummed with pleasure at the praise. He started to move, running his tongue over the vein along the bottom of Blaine's erection. The reaction this caused was even wilder.

“So close!" Blaine growled into the night. " Kurt nodded and scraped his teeth a little. It was sloppy and awkward, it certainly wasn't the best head Blaine had ever had. But Blaine came hard, maybe harder than he'd ever come before. Afterwards, he slumped back in the chair.

”Wow," he whispered.

"Was that okay, Sir?" Kurt asked, sitting back on his heels and wringing his hands nervously.

"That was really great, Kurt," he smiled. Actually... he felt better. He was being kinder to Kurt and it felt nice. Wasn't that weird?

Kurt smiled softly. "Please may I come, Master?" Blaine looked down Kurt's body and grinned when he saw his erection.

"Here," Blaine said. "Let me help you with that."

"Really?" Kurt blushed and climbed into Blaine's lap. Blaine nodded and started stroking Kurt's erection gently at first, then speeding up gradually. Kurt threw back his head and moaned loudly, moving his hips with Blaine's hand, panting, desperate and sweating.

"Come whenever you want to," Blaine encouraged and stroked him even faster. Kurt nodded and exploded hard in his first orgasm since he was fourteen. Blaine stroked him through it and when he was done, he pulled him down to his chest.

"Can we be like them?" Blaine asked after a moment. "Can we be like your parents? I want us to, I just- I'm so scared of what I might do to you if I lose control."

Kurt nodded. "I'd like that. We need new rules though... And you'll still have to treat me badly when we go outside. That's the law." He curled into Blaine's chest.

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "What kind of rules did your parents have?" he asked and stroked Kurt’s hair softly.

"Dad still wasn't allowed to come without permission, and all his punishments were sexual or spanking... She never with-held food. He wasn't allowed to leave the house without her because it's not safe for a sub to be out there alone. He had to wear what she told him to and he did the cleaning and cooking but... If he ever felt uncomfortable about anything he could say, and Mom would stop, no matter what. He wasn't allowed to talk to strangers without her permission. Mom looked after him... She protected him, and me."

"You know what?" Blaine said, looking Kurt in the eye. "I think that sounds perfect." He leaned in to kiss Kurt again. "Can you really forgive me?" he whispered against his lips. "I was so awful to you..."

"It's what you're trained to do, it's okay. But... in private, do I have to call you ‘Master’ anymore? I'll still call you Sir, because that's what comes naturally, but I hate 'Master'."

"I think..." Blaine swallowed. "If we really want to do this, you should call me Blaine. In public, you must call me sir or master though."

Kurt's eyes widened. "I get to call you your name?" He wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine. "Thank you! Thank you so much! Do I- Do I still have to wear the collar? It hurts..."

"Of course not," Blaine smiled. "Only when we go out in public." He unfastened it and put it aside. "Better?" he whispered for the second time that night. Kurt nodded, rubbing at the already irritated skin on his neck.

"Will you... Will you get me dog tags for when we're home?" he asked hesitantly. Subs liked to know who they belonged to, they needed a Master to be complete, Kurt just hated the humiliation of the collar.

"Sure," the older man said. "You're very beautiful, you know. That was the first thing I noticed about you... How beautiful you are. I just- I hate myself for doing this to you." He let out a tiny sob and kissed Kurt's marks on his neck from the collar. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey..." Kurt whispered, lifting Blaine's chin up. "It's okay. You didn't know any better... And besides, it's far better than how I was treated at the school."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked, holding Kurt close.

"No...Not yet," Kurt whispered, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder. "Is that okay?"

"Yes," said Blaine softly. He picked Kurt up and carried him back to the bed. "Do you want underwear or something?" he asked softly.

"You didn't give me any..." Kurt whispered. Blaine swallowed softly and closed his eyes.

"I know... But you can have a pair of mine if you would like."

"It depends," Kurt yawned. "Are we getting up or staying in bed?"

"Well, it's only..." Blaine glanced at the clock. "Four in the morning, so I thought we could sleep for a while longer?" Blaine peeled off the rest of his come stained clothes and let Kurt pull him down on the bed. "Go to sleep, Kurt." He nuzzled his neck softly. "I'm sorry for everything," were the last words he said before falling asleep.