Kurt took a deep breath. He had to deal with the boy in his bedroom at some point. The boy had been through more than Kurt could imagine, he needed kindness and understanding. He must be terrified, he had just been sent to a new house with new people and no idea how he would be treated. Kurt needed to do something other than hide from him, even if he was the first boy Kurt had ever seen naked (he wasn't allowed in the boys changing rooms). Kurt put a fake smile on and opened the door. The boy was dressed now and kneeling with his head hanging down. The material stretched across his chest was rather interesting. Kurt shook his head annoyed at himself for being so useless at the moment.

"Hey, I'm sorry we weren't properly introduced. I'm Kurt."

Kurt held his hand out to the boy. He did not expect him to kiss his hand.

"Master Kurt."

"No.. just Kurt."

The boy kept his head down not responding but the small crinkle Kurt could see on his brow let him know he was confused.

"Kurt Hummel actually but you can just call me Kurt. What should I call you?"

"Whatever you wish Master Kurt."

Kurt took a deep breath, this was not going the way he wanted.

"I wish to call you by your actual name."

"My name is what you wish it to be."

Kurt sighed and ran his finger through his hair. It was frustrating he did not know how to act in this situation. He got on his knees in front of the boy and softened his voice even more.

"I would really like to know what name you were given when you were born, unless you don't want to tell me. In that case you can choose whatever name you would like."

The boy hesitated for a moment his eyes flickering up to Kurt's before he looked away as if scared.

"My name is Blaine." The boy answered this time his voice sounded less robotic and hesitant.

"Blaine." Kurt repeated mussing to himself. "I like it."

Kurt paused,now he was done with that topic he wasn't sure what to say. He reached out to Blaine and laid his hand on his shoulder.

"You're safe here Blaine."

"Thank you master."

"Kurt."

Kurt turned around at his name to see his father stood in the doorway holding a large thin black book.

"I see you found some clothes, I'm guessing we'll have to go and get some for you."

"This is Blaine Dad."

"Got a second name Blaine?"

Blaine's shoulder stiffened under Kurt's hand and Kurt gave his Dad a short shake of his head. He seemed to catch the point because he dropped it.

"Well, never mind. We'll be fixing you up the spare bedroom, might take a little while to get it how you want it, we're pretty busy here but it should be comfortable."

"Yes Master."

"Wait, I'm not your master."

Blaine physically flinched and looked up into Kurt's eyes.

"I am sorry Master Kurt. I was momentarily confused, it shall not happen again, you are my only master."

"Nobodies your master here." Burt said. "Kurt, before we burn this book thingy I think you should read this first page."

Kurt nodded and stood up to receive the book he opened the first page.

Thank you for choosing White Knight Slave for Sexual usage.

We hope you will be delighted with your purchase, full refunds are made for the return
of undamaged products. We have put together this guide on how to get full use out of your
slave, we recommend reading if this is your first purchase.

Please note that upon first receiving your slave it maybe still
under the effects of the transport sedatives and may not be performing to it's full abilities.
If this effect seems to last for more than twenty-four hours then assume that the slave is
being stubborn and use harsh punishment and this should solve the problem. See recommendations
for this in section two.

1) Expectation of your Slave.
2) Appropriate punishments
3) Slave dietary restrictions.
4) Registering your slave.
5) Collaring your slave.
6)Choosing an appropriate uniform (if one required).
7) Acts your slave is already trained in.
8) Slave life expectancy and disposal.

Kurt stopped reading because he felt to nauseous to continue. He shook his head and handed the book back to his father.

"I can't."

"I just thought you should see the bit about sedatives, I'm guessing there pretty heavy duty and probably haven't passed out of Blaine's system yet. You should let him rest."

Kurt nodded and turned to Blaine placing his hand on his shoulder again.

"We'll talk after you rest Blaine, you must be exhausted and hungry." Kurt added suddenly realizing the boy would not have eaten in transport and that could have taken hours if not days. "I'll go make you a sandwich, okay? You lie down."

Blaine nodded sharply.

"Thank you Master, you are kind."

Kurt opened his mouth to argue at the master comment but decided to just leave it, looking closer at the boy he did have very pronounced dark circles under his eyes.

"Sleep well Kid." Burt said as h left the room behind Kurt.

"Well,this is a turn of events."

"What are we going to do with him?"

"I haven't decided yet, we definitely can't send him back, we can't just send him out into the world on his own, he'll have a tattoo somewhere and no I.D. and god knows how long he's been held in the slave facilities, he may have no idea how to live a normal life. We should just keep him here for now, pretend he's a guest and figure out where he's from."

"We can't send him back to where he's from,not if it's a place where they capture slaves."

"No, I know, I was going to suggest getting to know if he's managed to have any education and teaching him to work in the garage."

"We can;t use him as a slave even if we do treat him well."

"I wasn't suggesting that Kurt." Burt said annoyed. "Come on you should know I don't condone any of this. We'll see if he can work and I'll pay him a decent wage, the same that I'd pay the other guys I took on for training."

Kurt nodded unaware he was biting his lip till it started to sting.

"Sorry Dad, I shouldn't have suggested..." Kurt shook his head. "I just don't know what to do in this situation."

"You think I do Kid? I may be protesting the slave trade but I'm not a flipping councilor, I don't know how to get that boy through whatever he's been through."

"The book said he was a sex slave."

Burt nodded.

"Yeah, I saw that." His voice was tense. "Kurt." He said sighing and running his hand under his baseball cap. "I'm sorry this world isn't a nice place for kids like you and like Blaine. I can't hide all the horrible stuff they have out there from you."

"I know Dad, things are just the way they are, but you're trying to change it and I respect you for that. I just guess I have to face up to reality now and try to help Blaine."

Burt nodded.

"Kurt, we can do what we can but I have to tell you.."

"Don't tell me there's no hope." Kurt cut in. "There's always hope."

Burt hesitated for a long moment.

"He looks healthy, I don't think he's from the slums, that might make it easier."

"I thought all slaves are from the slums."

Burt let out a long breath and rubbed his hand over the top of his head, twice in five minutes usually meant he was really stressed.

"Sometimes.. sometimes with gay kids.."

Kurt held his hand up, he didn't need to hear the rest. He knew that a lot of people thought being gay was a disease, it wasn't a far stretch to think of them getting rid of their diseased kids by giving them to the slavers. People feared and shunned what they didn't understand.

"I've got to make a sandwich." Kurt said awkwardly.

After making the sandwich and pouring a glass of water Kurt headed back upstairs past his father who was looking rather concerned as he typed at the laptop he'd only just learned how to use.

"Blaine." Kurt said softly as he knocked at the door, when there was no answer he opened the door slightly.

He was surprised for a second as he looked at the bed and saw it empty but then his eyes were drawn to the floor where Blaine was curled up in a ball.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked surprised.

Blaine instantly jumped up.

"Sorry Master, I thought I had permission to sleep."

Kurt took a deep breath, reminding himself that he should keep his voice low and attempted to not startle Blaine.

"No, of course you have permission to sleep Blaine. You must be exhausted. I just thought you would have preferred to do it in the bed, it is more comfortable you know." Kurt said setting the sandwich and the water on the bedside table.

"I hope ham salads okay?"

Blaine nodded.

"Thank you Master."

"Blaine, could you please call me Kurt? You see my father and I are against the slave trade. Totally against it, and you have been sent to us as a bit of a cruel joke or maybe to change our minds but that's not going to happen so you're technically free, except if you tried to leave you would probably be sent back to the slave pens and sent onto somebody else so you're probably just safest if you stay here. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Blaine remained still for a long moment looking down at his hands.

"I am yours Kurt, I am yours to do as you wish with. It is my purpose to make you happy. I do not have any other purpose."

Kurt stared at the stunning boy telling him his sole purpose in life was to make him happy, in any other situation he would consider himself lucky but as it was Blaine's voice was monotonous and his eyes were dull and Kurt just knew it was an answer that he had been taught to say. Maybe he feared it was a trick, maybe he was sacred of punishment or maybe he really was confused from all the drugs they'd pumped him full of but it seemed it would take a bit more than a sandwich and some lent clothes to show Blaine he could be trusted.

Kurt took a deep breath and decided that it may be harsh but he really needed to get this boy to eat and sleep.

"I order you to eat this sandwich, drink this water and then go to sleep in that bed."

Blaine looked up at him and nodded.

"Yes Sir." He got up sat on the bed and immediately started to eat the sandwich very quickly and drank down the glass of water very quickly. Then he swung his legs up onto the bed and pulled the covers around him.

Kurt sighed, he hadn't liked that but it had worked.
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Three Months ago
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It seemed to Blaine that the people who had designed this building had no idea that any color other than grey existed. He had a long time to think about it as he lay on the flat metal of his cell bed waiting for somebody to turn up and talk to him. He had no idea how long he was waiting but it seemed like days. When he looked out the window of his cell all he could see was a long grey corridor and more doors that were a darker grey and he imagined looked just like his.

He was so lonely.

This was his life now? It was so hard to accept. He was the son of a senator, he was the star pupil at one of the best private schools in the area, he was going to go to college where he might have been able to meet a nice guy to have secret hot sex with before he was forced to marry some busty blonde with good breeding. All that was gone now. He didn't know what his life would be from now on. He'd only meet two slaves, they were when visiting the houses of other senators. They were both woman, both scantily dressed, they had kept quietly in the corners until called upon to serve drinks. He'd been curious about them but as his parents ignored then he followed their lead.

His father had wanted to own slaves but his mother wouldn't let them in the house, she said that having creatures with such absolute lack of morals would be a danger to him and his brother. He didn't think he fit in with that view, he didn't have a lack of morals, he always tried to help people, he was always nice to the unpopular kids. He did performances for several charities. He was just gay, but he didn't think that was immoral, it was just what he was, it was just the thoughts he had in his head.

He was going to go insane in here if somebody didn't open the door, he was so hungry. Were they just going to starve him, what was going to happen, would he be sold, go live in a big house where he didn't own anything and had to clean and obey somebodies every command?

It was another extremely long length of time before the door actually did open.

"Number 119, seventeen years of age, Five foot six inches, weight unknown build muscular, homosexual should help with our shortage of that kind." The man in the green boiler suit said behind his shoulder.

Blaine was worried that his sexuality was a plus to these men, sure it made a change but it gave him shivers up his spine.

"Um.. hello, my name's Blaine." Blaine managed to croak out in a weak voice that was barely recognizable as his own.

The man turned to look back at him and laughed.

"Hey Ted, it thinks it has a name . Come on one, one, nine, it's time for your trainer to check you out."

"Trainer?"

"You shouldn't let it speak Ted."

"I don't want to get in trouble for punishing one before the virgin sales."

So he was going to be sold Blaine thought and for the first time he came to the realization that his body would no longer belong to himself if he was. He could be used in anyway his future master wished.