"Why do people mark E-mail's urgent. If it was actually urgent they would call rather than sit around waiting for the guy they're trying to contact to get on their laptops and open their e-mails and write another damned E-mail and spend ten minutes trying to find the L."

"It's in the middle, at the end. " Kurt said bending over the keyboard and tapping it.

"So what is so urgent?"

"If I want the salmon or chicken at the presidents day shindig, apparently the caterers are breathing down my secretary throat."

"Life in Washington, all those ground breaking decisions made. Go for the salmon, you should eat more fish it's good for your heart."

"Just let me send this then I'll help you with the spare room. I was thinking we could bring up that old desk from the basement and maybe put up some shelving for books or ornaments or something."

"Tomorrow i'll take him out to buy some clothes."

"Are you okay Kurt? You just mentioned clothes and you didn't sound even slightly excited."

Kurt smiled slightly, he was going to be dressing somebody else, that was always fun. The he remembered that person didn't have anything in the world. Perhaps he could find something that he really liked, something personal, maybe he could find out what books he liked or what music he listened to, anything to make him feel comfortable and at home here.

"I'm okay Dad, I just feel so sorry for him."

"You're a good kid. The sheets might need to be changed I can't remember if they were changed after your auntie Jackie left last month."

"Yeah, and it probably needs airing out, Auntie Jackie really needs to learn that you don;t need to use an entire bottle of perfume everyday."

Kurt headed up to the small spare bedroom. It had a double bed and a wardrobe and a small bedside table with a lamp. Kurt stripped he bed and tossed the sheets into the corner before going to the airing cupboard. He picked leafy green and gold sheets from the airing cupboard, the colors made him think of Blaine's eyes.

Just as he was straightening the pillows he heard a terrifying scream. For a second he stood their cold fear running through him then he snapped out of it. Realizing where the scream was coming from he ran to his room.

Blaine was laying stiff as a board in his bed, his body tense, back arched hands clenching at the bed sheets. His head was twisting as he let out little groans and grunts followed by another scream.

Kurt ran over to the bed and sat on the edge. He was suddenly taken back to the times when he would have a nightmare as a child and his mother would hold him. It was the only experience he had of these things. He touched Blaine's shoulder and gently shook him.

"Blaine, Blaine sweetie wake up."

"Blaine's eyes snapped open, they flickered around panicked and then rested on Kurt. For a few seconds there was something vulnerable in those eyes and he looked sad. Then it was gone.

Kurt gave him a reassuring smile hoping it would comfort him. He had no idea what it must be like to wake from a bad dream in a strange house.

Blaine sat up, he stared at Kurt. Kurt was going to tell him it was all alright but he froze when he felt a pressure of his crotch. He looked down surprised. He saw Blaine's hand there and watched as he undid his button and unzipped his flies. Kurt jumped backward almost falling off the bed.

"Stop that!" He shouted standing up.

Blaine looked up at him his expression unreadable.

"I didn't want that, you were screaming." Kurt said doing his flies back up.

Blaine nodded and stood up, he silently walked past Kurt to the wall by the door. Facing the wall he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Kurt let out a gasp. Across the strong broad muscles of Blaine's back there was angry red welts and torn flesh starting to heal but yellow tinged with infection and surrounded with deep black bruises.

The door next to Blaine opened and Burt worked in.

"What was all that?" Burt asked walking in. He soon froze when he saw the state of Blaine's back. He stood staring for a moment.

"Carol is on her way home, I'll call her and ask her to get some bandages and anti-septic gel." He said his voice deeper than usual showing he was upset.

"Shouldn't we take him to a doctors."

"I'll get in contact with one I know who'll treat slaves but lets patch him up best we can till then,okay?"

"Okay."

"You okay Kid?"

Kurt nodded, he felt sick, this was awful but Blaine had nobody to care for him and Kurt was determined to be strong so that he could be that person. It had been thrust upon him unexpectedly but he just had to deal with it, this wasn't about him this was about the damaged and alone boy in front of him who needed a friend.
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Three months ago
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"Here you go Garrison." Ted the man in the boiler suit said pushing Blaine out into the room. It was not what Blaine had expected, plush light carpets and posh dark wood office furnished. He looked up at the one other person in the room. Garrison was perhaps in his late twenties, dark skinned and tall, handsome in a way. He wore lose but expensive looking jeans and a long sleeved green T-Shirt.

The door closed behind him and Blaine was left alone with the man who was looking down at him. The man smiled slightly and pointed down to his hip where there was a loaded gun holster. It was a threat, Blaine might not be in any restraints but he was still captive.

"Oh, you're just perfect. I know somebody who would love you."

Blaine stayed silent as the young man tilted his head up and from side to side. "Bit on the short side, but that doesn't matter to much when you're horizontal."

"I.." Blaine cleared his throat, he didn't know what to say to make this situation better. "I am Blaine Anderson."

"I know exactly who you are, I know exactly where you're coming from and why you're here. Such a stupid mistake to make." He leaned in close, his breath tickling Blaine's skin. "You just had to wait you know, a couple of years, play the game and you could have been buying from me instead of standing here."

Blaine cleared his throat again. He could speak, he would be strong, he'd speak.

"I don't believe in the slave trade."

Garrison laughed.

"I wouldn't if I was on your side of it either." Garrison, turned and went over to the cabinet behind him. He got something out and turned back to Blaine. it took him a moment to realize the metal rod with it's piece of leather at the top was a riding crop. Garrison brushed it lightly over his cheeks.

"There are even clubs, secret societies men like us can join to meet others with similar interests."

"You mean... gay men."

"Of course I mean Gay men. I don't mind your questioning me, it's all proof that you're nice and innocent. That will get me a fair price on the virgin markets."

Blaine shook his head.

"I.. I'm not going to let you train me up to... pleasure some old man."

"Of course not." Garrison said.

The sting of the riding crop as it hit Blaine's cheek surprised him, he put his hand up to his face and pulled it back seeing droplets of blood on his fingertips.

"That's for speaking out of turn, I don't want to punish you too much till after the sale it'll ruin my clients fun but there are a few things you should get straight if you pardon the pun. You are no longer an Anderson, they disowned you, sent you here. You no longer belong to yourself, you no longer have a future, just an existence, and you don't speak unless spoken too. Now, I'll tell you what's going to happen. You're not going to be trained, that doesn't come till after the virgin sales. Virgin sales first, training second."

Blaine glared up at him hoping to look more defiant than scared.

"Now clothes off boy, that's an order."

Blaine didn't move. He was not taking his clothes off in front of a complete stranger.

Garrison moved closer to him and before Blaine could back away he placed a light little kiss onto Blaine's lips, the soft action was paired with Garrison wrapping his fingers through Blaine's hair and tugging his head sharply backward. Blaine stood stunned as teeth grazed down his neck.

"That is unless you want my help."

Blaine moved backwards and started tugging at his shirt.

"That's what I thought."

Blaine moved quickly so that he wouldn't have time to feel embarrassed but his cheeks still burnt and he still felt ashamed.

Garrison's eyes never left him, they roamed hungrily over his body.

"Oh, if I couldn't get a good price for you." Garrison said shaking his head. "I would have love to have been your first." Garrison said walking around him in a circle.

Blaine just managed to hold back a whimper. He was better than this, stronger than this, this man wasn't going to scare him with talk.

The sudden sharp sting to his backside did break his composure though and he let out a startled grunt.

Garrison laughed.

"I heard you were musical, I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make. I'm not even putting you on market, a friend of mine would pay over the odds for sure to get a price of you. So beautifully responsive. You're not like the slum kids, they're used to a beating, they talk back to you, no you're the only upper class asshole we've had here in a while." The leather was between the cleft of his legs and heading upwards slowly.

"Yes, I'll contact him tonight." Garrison mused.
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They didn't drug him this time, he had heard the boiler suit guys saying that his taker wanted him fully awake. So they had bound his hands and feet together in front of him and hurled him naked into the back of a truck. It was dark and cold and the ride bumpy. When they stopped they pulled a black velvet bag over his head so he couldn't see anything. There was a voice welcoming them and touching him, hands going places that just felt wrong, soft whispers telling him he was off fantastic quality.

He stumbled down stairs then he heard farewells and them booking a pick up time. He would be here for three days. He was terrified, he couldn't even speak.

When the bag was pulled off his head he found himself in a dark room lit by overhead florescent lights. It could have been come kind of gym, there were large cupboards on lining one of the rooms, deep blue mats on the floor and when he looked up there were bars and hooks across the ceiling as if for placing equipment. The man in front of him was younger than he had expected, he was well built and looked attractive in the grey suit he was wearing. He had three day stubble and piercing blue eyes, but he looked over Blaine with an expression almost hungrier than Garrison.

Blaine tried to flinch away as the mans hands reached out and roamed freely down his chest but he tripped on one of the mats behind him and fell backwards landing hard on the plastic surface.

The man smirked and pulled a cell phone out his pocket. He dialed a number and continued to stare at Blaine.

"Garrison, you've done it again you bugger he's beautiful. I'll pay your price."

There was a mumble of voices on the other end of the phone and the man laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll get him talking. In fact I doubt he'll shut up once I've started."

He switched the phone off and bent down next to Blaine, his fingers once again running downward, Blaine gasped when they closed around his member.

"Wonder what you're like hard, I doubt I'll find out but I bet it looks magnificent. Perhaps Garrison will manage and can send me the pictures.

"Take your hands off of me."

The man laughed.

"I may only be your master for three days but that's no way to talk to me. Dammit, I can't be patient anymore, I really wanted to make this last but your just too damned good."

He walked over to the cupboard on the far side of the wall and got out some leather cuffs. Blaine tried to wiggle out of his way when he came forwards to fasten them around his wrists and cut the plastic ones he had on off. The man disappeared behind him, he twisted and turned trying to figure out what was going on as he heard the clinking of metal. Then rough hands were yanking his arms upwards and he looked up to see the leather cuffs being slide onto a hook dangling just above his head. The hands disappeared and he was being tugged suddenly upwards, his arms feeling like they were being yanked out of their sockets. When the man appeared again he was naked, Blaine couldn't help but stare at the excited dick curling up towards his stomach, he had never seen a man naked before. He hadn't thought he could get more scared but he was.

"Please." He whispered.

The man looked up from where he was bending down latching Blaine's feet into leather straps attached to the floor.

"Please what?"

"Please don't hurt me."

"You mean please don't fuck you?"

Blaine nodded unable to answer and feeling ashamed at the hot tears that were making there way down his face.

"Do you know why I pay almost as much to have an unused slave for the weekend as your next master will pay to have you for the rest of your life?"

Blaine shook his head.

"Because I want my men before they've been trained not to scream, I want them before they've been broken. You know why? Because I want to do the breaking.

The man was behind him now. His fingers gripping tightly on to Blaine's hips so he couldn't move. Then there was something blunt with a warm wetness prodding his ass cheeks then findings it's way between, pressure,then with a quick ramming force he was being torn apart. His scream was cut off half way through by another quick thrust. Nothing existed except the pain.