Kurt woke later that morning at half past seven. He stood up, instantly wincing at how much his body ached and headed for the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed, throwing an apron over his naked form and started whipping up a batch of eggs.

About an hour later, Blaine stirred awake and found that Kurt wasn't in bed anymore. He pulled on some underwear and went down to the kitchen. He found his... um, what were they? Boyfriends? Maybe... He'd have to ask Kurt about that later. For now, he was happy to slide his arms around Kurt's waist.

"Hey, you," he said and pressed a kiss right below his ear.

"Hi." Kurt smiled, leaning back into Blaine's embrace. "I made you eggs."

"Thank you." Blaine took out two plates and shared the eggs equally on both plates. "Come on, you-" Blaine swallowed, thinking about the night before. "You must be hungry." Kurt blinked at the plates filled with equal amounts of food.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, come on. You need it!" Blaine flashed him a small smile. "You can take food whenever you want. Whenever you're hungry." Eyeing Blaine a little apprehensively, Kurt nodded, sitting at the table. He waited for Blaine to start eating before he did. When he was finished, it was the first time he'd been full for months.

He grinned at Blaine. "What are we going to do today? Do you have work?"

"Nope, I start again tomorrow." He reached across the table to take Kurt's hand, caressing it gently. "Kurt... What are we? Are we boyfriends?"

Kurt nodded. "I like to think so." He smiled softly. "I mean, you're still my Dom and I'm still your sub, that’s the way we were born, it's in our nature and we can't change that. I'll always answer to you, but... Yes. We're also dating, if- if you don't mind." Kurt blushed. "We just have to be Master and slave when we're in public." Blaine's face lit up by a huge grin. He opened his arms for Kurt. "Come here, I need you closer to me." Grinning, Kurt climbed onto Blaine's lap, kissing his jaw line lightly. The older man tilted Kurt's face so that he could meet his lips. The kiss was long and deep, not sweet and short like the other ones had been. Kurt panted into the kiss, whining with desperation. He suddenly jumped as there was a loud knock on the door. Blaine turned his head towards the door and bit his lip. Who could that be?

"Stay here," he ordered. "Do not follow me." He went to the door and opened it slowly. Thad Harwood leant in the doorway, smirking. He'd been friends with Blaine since they were little, Thad's father was close with Blaine's. Thad was cruel and vindictive and also extremely clever.
"Anderson,” he smirked. "I hear you got yourself a pet."

"That's true," Blaine said, smirking. He had to be able to put on a mask.

"I seem to remember you promising me that I could play once you got one. So lead me to the whore," Thad grinned, walking straight past Blaine into the house. Blaine panicked. This was not good at all.

”Hey, Thad! I think he's still a little shaken from last night, let me just go get him instead." Before Thad could say anything else, Blaine was gone. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed Kurt's hand, running upstairs with him. He found the collar and fastened it. He removed Kurt's apron and ruffled his hair. "I need you to play along now, okay?" he said, kissing Kurt's lips quickly. Kurt's eyes widened, but he nodded, shaking slightly as he felt Blaine clipping a leash onto his collar and leading him into the living room. He kept his eyes trained on the floor. Blaine pulled at the leash harshly when they reached Thad.

"It’s name is Kurt. Bought it yesterday, eighteen dollars," he chuckled. This hurt so much, but the master inside of him felt calmer, happier. Thad was in front of Kurt in an instant, inspecting him roughly.

"You paid eighteen dollars for this? It's scrawny as fuck! Nice ass though." He spanked Kurt hard and the younger man couldn't help but let out a yelp out in pain.

"Shut up, filth!" Blaine growled and pushed him down onto his knees. He was suddenly happy he had taken theater classes when he was younger.

"I'm sorry, Master," Kurt whispered.

Thad chuckled. "Good job, man. You could've bought better though. After all these years, I thought you'd get something better."
Blaine shrugged. "I think it's okay. Like you said, it has a great ass and its face isn't too bad." They never spoke of slaves as "him" or "her". Most Doms would talk about them as "it".

Thad laughed cruelly. "You fucked it yet?" he asked, gripping Kurt's hair hard, not waiting for an answer. "You promised me I could play, Anderson. Can I take it for an hour?" Blaine's brain said yes, but his heart was screaming no.

"Thad, I think that-" But Thad had already dragged him away.
"I'll borrow the guest room," he said as he closed and locked the door behind him and Kurt.
"THAD!" Blaine screamed, knocking hard on the door. "I never said yes!"

Thad threw Kurt to the floor and the smaller man curled in on himself, he couldn't believe this. He looked around, desperate for some way to escape.

"Shit," Blaine whispered, almost crying. What was he going to do?
"I promise, just an hour, I'll be careful with him," Thad said and then turned back to Kurt. He had no intentions of being careful what so ever. It was just a dirty whore, after all. "You are quite pretty," he smirked. He took his length in his hand and stroked it approvingly. "Mm, you're big, too. Maybe you're not that bad."
Blaine kept his ear to the door, but he couldn't hear anything. He had no idea what to do.

Kurt whimpered as Thad's hand closed around him and he tried to back away.

"P-Please... Please don't..." he begged quietly.
Thad snarled. "I'll do what I fucking want, whore!" Something inside of Kurt sparked and he felt a small urge of defiance. This man wasn't his Dom, he wasn't his Master. He gathered up all his courage and spat in his face, eyes instantly widening as he realized what he had done. Thad slapped him hard across his face, which caused a loud screech from Kurt. Blaine was listening outside the door, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Thad dragged him by his hair up on the bed and found four pieces of rope hidden in the closet. He tied him up tightly by the wrists and ankles and then completed it with a scarf around his head, preventing him from speaking.

"You will learn to fucking listen to what we say! Filthy little bitch." Thad didn't even bother to take off his clothes, he just unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly. "Looks like we don't have any condoms in here," he whispered into Kurt's ear. "Too bad for you."

Kurt screamed behind his gag, fighting hard against his restraints, feeling the rope cut in to his delicate skin. Tears were running down his cheeks. He was helpless and terrified and no amount of fighting could help him now.

Blaine was sobbing against the door. "P-Please," he begged to some kind of higher power that he didn't believe in. "Please just let him go..."
Thad bit hard down Kurt's chest until he reached his crotch. He licked on his hand and slicked himself up with spit.

"Need any prep, bitch?" he asked, chuckling to himself as Kurt fought against the restraints. "I thought so." He pressed his cock against Kurt's hole and slowly entered him. It went slow and it was even a little painful for Thad himself, but he was used to it, he'd done it many times with his own slave. Kurt let out a blood curdling scream. He was virgin, nothing had ever entered him before and now he felt like he was being torn in two. He screamed and cried and thrashed, hurting his wrists and ankles even more, but he couldn't move enough to get Thad off of him. The man scratched his fingernails down Kurt's chest and pulled at his hair, making it as painful for him as possible.

"Stop screaming!" Thad demanded and dug his nails into Kurt's back. He moved faster, sliding in and out of Kurt as fast and rough as he could. Then he came hard inside of him. Once he pulled out again, he smirked down at him. "Not as bad as I thought. Maybe I'll come and play some other time," he grinned. He slapped Kurt across the cheek one more time and kicked him in the groin before tucking himself back in his pants and unlocking the door. "I guess he's alright," he told Blaine. "Thanks for letting me play." Thad disappeared and once he heard the front door close behind him, Blaine threw himself into the guest room and untied Kurt's wrists, ankles and mouth.
"Kurt!" he sobbed. "I'm so sorry!" Kurt didn't move from where he was lying, he was in so much pain. He sobbed brokenly, searching out Blaine's hand and gripping it tightly for comfort as his broken body shook uncontrollably. Blaine scooped Kurt's limp body up in his arms.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, Kurt..."

"N-Not your fault," Kurt choked out. "It h-hurts... It hurts so bad," he cried, bleeding onto the bedspread and Blaine. "He didn't prepare me... He d-didn't use a condom. Don't let him hurt me again, Blaine..." he pleaded. When Blaine felt the blood, mixed with Thad's come, dripping out of Kurt's hole, he panicked.

"Wha-!? Kurt, please turn over, I need to see how bad it looks. Please." Kurt whimpered in pain as he shifted himself off Blaine's lap and rolled over, clutching a pillow, his eyes still terrified. Blaine slid down Kurt's body so that he could look more closely. The skin around Kurt's hole was raw and red. It was bleeding on many places and probably further inside, too. The blood was being mixed with Thad's come, which was also dropping onto Blaine's hands. It was all a big, pink mess.
"Kurt..." Blaine breathed. "I'm going to kill him," he said firmly. "I swear, I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"J-Just... Stay with me r-right now, okay?" Kurt whispered, shivering badly and tensing at the immense pain."Do I-do I need hospital?" Kurt was terrified, hospitals didn't treat subs well.

"I don't know... Actually, I'd think so, but I don't think you'll actually get any better there. I could take care of you, sweetie, and if it doesn't get better, then we'll go to the hospital." Blaine slid up Kurt's body and kissed him on the lips, giving him some strength. "Okay?"

"O-Okay," Kurt nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing as much as he could into the kiss. Tears were still streaming down Blaine's face and they seemed impossible to stop.

"H-Hold on," he stuttered. "I n-need to g-get the medical k-kit." Blaine stood up and ran out of the room as fast as he could. Kurt lay down, panting for breath as he waited for Blaine. His face was bruised and he had cuts and bite marks all down his chest and back, his wrists and ankles were cut and burnt from the rope, his cock was aching from being kicked and his anus was badly injured.

When Blaine came back, he fixed Kurt as well as he could with his shaking hands. He bandaged his wrists and some of the other critical places, he removed the blood and fixed most of the cuts.

“Feeling better?" Blaine whispered once he was done. Kurt shook his head, clawing desperately at the tight collar.

"Hurts..." he whimpered, crying softly. Thad seemed to have tightened it and Blaine struggled with trying to remove it. He finally succeeded and threw it away to the floor.

"Does it hurt anywhere else?" Blaine asked gently, cupping Kurt's cheek.

"Everywhere," Kurt whispered. "But I'll be okay... C-Can you get m-me out of this room?" he cried weakly. Blaine nodded and carried the broken boy out of there and into their bedroom.

"Kurt, I-" Blaine stuttered once he had tucked Kurt in under the sheets. "I want to claim you."

When a Dom claimed a sub, it meant that they could never be with any other person. They only had each other. The only way that the oath could be broken was if one of the two died. Blaine wanted to claim Kurt. He wanted to protect him and love him, only him. "Please let me claim you," he whispered.

Kurt watched him uncertainly. "You... You want me? You'll keep me safe?"

"I'll keep you safe," Blaine promised. "Maybe you're too weak right now though?" A claiming ceremony didn't involve much. You could do it anywhere and anytime. It was honestly just your own, made up promises to each other, then bound together with a kiss and an 'I love you'. Most Masters who claimed their slaves didn't love them at all and would usually bite their lips instead of kissing, but it was what the tradition. It had to be done to complete a claim.

Kurt nodded, his face strained in pain. "I w-want to remember it... Right now I m-might not. You won't l-let him near me until it's d-done, will y-you?"

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "Just tell me when you're ready. And no, I won't. He's never going to touch you again, I swear." He kissed Kurt's cheek gently. "You can go to sleep now, sweetheart. I know you need to rest."