Kurt trailed after Thad, looking at the floor and making sure to remain a step behind. He was terrified because he didn't know what to expect.

Thad pulled at Kurt's leash. "What the fuck is wrong with the Anderson kid!?" he exclaimed when he saw Kurt's collar. He tightened it roughly and then pulled at the leash. "That's better."

Kurt whimpered in pain. He could still breathe, but it hurt.
Thad opened the luggage space in his car. "What are you waiting for?" he snapped. "Get inside!"

Kurt's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. He simply climbed in and squeezed himself into the tight space, gritting his teeth against the pain that went through his body.

The drive to Thad's house was short. When he opened the door, Kurt fell out. "Get up on your fucking feet, whore!"

He stumbled to his feet, still shaking. "S-Sorry, Sir," he whispered.

"You better be," Thad snarled. He dragged Kurt into the house and threw him down onto his knees, inspecting him carefully. He tilted his chin up. "I didn't get to look at you much the last time I saw you. You do have a pretty little face." He leaned in close to Kurt's ear and whispered, "Let's take this a little slower this time, shall we?"

Kurt whimpered, closing his eyes and trying desperately to block out Thad's words. He could do this, he could, he just needed to ignore him. He couldn't let him get into his mind, he just had to think about Blaine.

Thad gripped his hair and pulled it back. "Fucking look at me, you slut!"

His eyes snapped open as he tried to shrink back from Thad, desperately trying to scrabble backwards.

"That's better," he said. "I hope you have recovered from last time, because you and I are going to have some... fun." He smirked. "You will sleep in the basement. There's a very nice stone floor for you there. You may not come without permission. You break one rule or disobey one command, the punishment will be hard. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, Sir," Kurt cried, sobbing hard.

Thad stood up and kicked him lightly in the side. "So weak," he chuckled. "Who knew that Anderson would make you weak within only a few days. Look at you, sobbing and broken." He laughed harder. "It's like a fucking pathetic joke!"

Kurt saw red, he knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't help it from escaping his lips. "You're the joke,” he whispered, under his breath.

Thad immediately responded to that. "What did you say, bitch!?" he asked. "Say that again!" he growled.

Closing his eyes, Kurt realized there was no going back. "I... I s-said you're the joke,” he muttered a bit louder.

Thad stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach. "And the first thing you do is insult me. What the fuck did Anderson do to you!? I've always known it. Anderson was always weak. Weak and pathetic, just like you!" he spat in Kurt's face.

Kurt doubled over, clutching his stomach, but he still snarled back, "He isn't! You take that back you bastard!"

Thad laughed and slid down next to the hurt boy. "He is. He hasn't used you the way a slave is supposed to be used. You barely have any bruises! And you think you can insult me and get away with it? Now let me add 'stupid' to that list." He leaned in closer again. "Maybe I'll just keep you. I'll claim you and then you can't get back to your pretty little Master. How does that sound?"

Kurt's eyes widened and he summoned all of his strength and pushed Thad backwards, hard enough to make him fall over. "You can't, you asshole!" he snarled aggressively. As weak he was, he wasn't going to let Thad do this.

Thad's eyes sparkled with new energy as he got up on his feet and walked up to Kurt. "You know what?" he gritted between his teeth. "I was going to play nice with you, but I guess I can't do that any longer. Get up on your feet." The command was strong. No sub would ever be able to disobey it.

Kurt tried so hard to resist, but he couldn't do it, he was on his feet in an instant, crying out in pain.

Thad fastened Kurt's leash again and dragged him upstairs. He put him on the bed. "I think some whipping is in order," he decided. "Don't you?"

Kurt’s entire body was shaking. He wanted to disobey, he wanted to so badly. "P-Please Sir..." he begged. "Please don't!"

Thad chuckled. "You think you can tell me what to do? Here's what's going to happen. I will fuck you nice and hard first and then we'll go downstairs so that I can whip you. I wouldn't want any blood on my sheets," he smirked.

Kurt scrabbled away from him, but he soon found himself trapped between Thad and the headboard with nowhere to go, his eyes darted around desperately, looking for an escape route.

"Take off your pants for me," he whispered quietly with a smile. "Take it all off."

Crying softly, Kurt wriggled out of the tiny shorts, leaving himself completely naked. He shrunk into himself, trying to cover his soft penis with his hands.

"Spread your legs," he ordered. He loved seeing Kurt fall apart slowly. Closing his eyes, Kurt shook his head, clamping his thighs together tightly, still shaking.

"I said spread your fucking legs!" Thad growled. "I'm not asking you again, whore."

Kurt let out a broken whimper as he spread his shaking legs a little.

Thad pushed his legs further apart. "That's better." He saw Kurt's raw and sore hole and chuckled. "Looks like I left quite a mark the last time." He suddenly slid a finger into Kurt, fucking it in and out quickly.

Kurt let out a high, animalistic cry of pain as Thad fucking his raw asshole raw with his long finger.

Thad laughed cruelly. "Oh, we are nowhere near started, slut."

Thad didn't stop until two hours later. Once he was too spent to carry on fucking Kurt, he found other ways to hurt him, other ways to use him and then he had left him bleeding on the bedspread as he went for a snack, promising Kurt a whipping when he was done.
The younger man was lying on his front, covered in blood and come, choking and sobbing, he felt so broken, he cried desperately, trying to get air past the collar, as he prayed for Blaine to hurry up.

Thad came back a few minutes later, a sandwich in his hand. "That was fun," he said, his mouth full of food. He sat down on a chair at the window.

Kurt didn't look at him, he just kept crying into his arms, too weak to move.

"Aww, come on now. Don't be like that," Thad said and grinned. "You know it's for your own best. You need some training. And besides, my last slut took this for half a year, you should be able to take one week... Unless I claim you, of course."

Kurt curled in on himself a little, screaming out in pain. "Y-You c-can't! Where's y-your sub anyway?" He knew he was being rude, but he was in so much pain and he just needed Blaine.

Thad shrugged. "Threw it down in the basement."

Wincing, Kurt nodded. He lay in silence for a while, bleeding and broken as Thad finished his sandwich.

Thad let out a content sigh and stood up. "Come on, gayface. Let's get you downstairs. Stand," he commanded.

Kurt flinched at the insult. He knew that a lot of Doms with gay subs claimed to be straight themselves, he knew that they claimed that male slaves were just longer lasting.
"I c-can't,” he whimpered. It was true, he felt completely broken and he was almost certain that Thad had managed to break one of his ankles during the two hour torture session.

"You stupid bitch! I said get. Up. On. Your. Feet!" Thad pulled him up onto his feet by his hair.

Kurt had no choice but to put weight on his broken ankle. His knees gave in beneath him and the only thing holding him upright was Thad's tight grip on his hair. He let out a shriek of pain. "P-Please..." he begged. "J-Just let m-me crawl?" He hoped this would appeal to the Dom's love of humiliation.

Thad thought of it for a moment before releasing his grip and letting Kurt fall to the floor. "Fine."

Kurt fell onto all fours, panting heavily. He felt Thad pick up his leash and he blushed heavily in shame as the Dom led him downstairs like an animal.

Once downstairs, Thad found his slave, Robin, in the cage where he had left him earlier. The room was dark and cold. He led Kurt up to the corner and made him kneel. He tied up his hands in chains over his head, making his back stretch.
"No!" said a sudden voice from the other side of the room. Robin was kneeling inside the cage, looking desperate. "Please, Master. Please spare him."
"Why the fuck would I do that!?" Thad mocked.

Kurt couldn't turn his head, but Robin sounded older than he was, he'd say around Thad and Blaine's age.
"Please Master! He's young, he's hurt! Please don't hurt him anymore."

Thad walked up to Robin slowly. "You think you can tell me what to do? You're hopeless. I'll take care of you later. First, I am going to claim this little bitch over here. He's never going to see his Master again." Thad turned back to Kurt. "And you're going to be all mine."

Kurt closed his eyes, his back to Thad. He was trembling, terrified, and suddenly he lost control of his bladder, feeling the warm pool of urine spread underneath him and he tensed himself for Thad's reaction.

The older man laughed. "No need to be nervous, whore. I'm just going to claim you. No harm done." Vows, 'I love you' and a kiss. That was what it took to complete a claim. "You," Thad grinned. "I promise to fuck you until you can't walk. To always punish you harder than any other Master and to make you stay with me until you die." He trailed his fingers up and down Kurt's body. "Your turn. Say your vows," he commanded.

Kurt gritted his teeth, every bit of him was fighting to not say it, but he couldn't do it, it was a direct order and Thad was still a Dominant. Kurt was so tired, he was in so much pain, he couldn't fight anymore.
"I....I.... I p-promise t-to always l-let you use me l-like the whore I a-am. I p-promise to obey..." That was all he could get out, tears flowing heavily.

"Very good," Thad grinned. He leaned in closer and bit Kurt's ear between every word. "I. Love. You." He didn't mean it, of course, but it had to be said.

Kurt whimpered. "I l-l-l..." He swallowed heavily. "I love y-you."

Thad's grin widened as he turned and pressed his lips to Kurt's, biting down hard on his bottom lip. "You're mine now, sweetheart," he said evilly. When their lips parted, something weird happened. Thad was being pushed away from Kurt, by nothing, like an invisible force. He hit the stone wall on the other side with a bam, falling onto the ground hard.

"What?!" Robin looked between Kurt and Thad, completely confused.
Kurt tensed as he heard Thad scrabble upwards. "I was already Blaine's,” he hissed, his voice a tiny bit stronger.

"I know you were," said Thad, sounding puzzled. "And I knew you'd either die when I tried or it'd work. I would have been fine with either, but this..."

"I'll never be yours," Kurt snarled. "So fuck off!"

That's when the first whip landed on Kurt's back. It was hard and blood was already leaking from the cut across Kurt's back. "Shut up, bitch!"

Kurt let out a loud scream, it echoed around the cold basement, but he didn't back down, he now had complete proof that Blaine was his soul mate. "F-F-Fuck y-you!"

Thad whipped him again. "I said /shut up/!"

Robin was watching from the corner. He had already had a whipping session last night, but watching someone get whipped was even worse. Tears were flowing down his cheeks. "Please, please Master, please stop..." he begged.
Thad turned to him. "I'll take care of you later." He whipped Kurt again and again, over and over until his back was a big mess of blood.

Kurt's frail body couldn't stand the whipping like Robin's did, three hits in, he was unable to answer back any more. Blood poured down his back and bubbled from between his lips, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to passing out.

When Kurt finally passed out, Thad stopped the whipping and untied Kurt, letting him fall to the stone floor. He left the room and locked it behind him.

Kurt woke half an hour later, his body screaming in intense agony. He squirmed weakly, desperately trying to move out of the pool of his own blood and urine.

"I wish I could help you," said a small voice from the cage in the corner. "I really do."

"I-It's okay," Kurt choked out, his voice tiny and weak. "You're g-getting out s-s-soon. M-My Dom... He... He loves me. I'm here as d-distraction, he's g-g-getting the p-police onto Thad. His l-last sub was only f-f-fifteen." He collapsed again from the effort of saying that much.

Robin's eyes widened. "Really?" he breathed. "Tha- That's amazing!" He noticed how much Kurt was struggling. "Kurt? Is that your name?" he asked softly. Kurt nodded. "You need to stay awake. I know that it's hard, but you need to. If you fall asleep, the damage will be much deeper. Please stay awake."

Kurt whined, he felt like he was dying, everything was too hard. "I...I n-need to g-get out. He's g-going to kill me. Is there any w-way out?"

Robin bit his lip. "There is a way," he whispered. "But you're too weak, Kurt. You can't..."

"I have to." Harsh coughs racked Kurt's body. "W-What is it?"

"There's a back door," Robin said quietly. "It's over there." He pointed across the room. "I think it used to be a dog entry and it still works. He found it before and that's why he keeps me in the cage..." Robin was scared. He was scared of what would happen to Kurt out there and what Thad would do to him when he realized that he had helped Kurt escape.

Kurt nodded and looked to it. He'd have to crawl, he couldn't walk on his ankle, he was weak and it was likely he'd die, but of he stayed here, he definitely would. "I... I h-have to g-g-go. B-Blaine and the P-Police will b-be here soon. I p-promise. Thank you," he whispered in earnest. "Thank you s-so m-much."

A tear made its way down Robin's cheek. When Kurt crawled by his cage, he grabbed his hand. "Don't give up, Kurt."