Kurt dipped the flannel he was holding back into the warm soapy water. He tried to be gentle as he ran the warm cloth over Blaine's raw skin but he knew that he must be hurting him. Blaine however did not flinch or make any sound.

"Carol will be back soon so we can dress these."

Blaine nodded slowly.

"Master?" He asked timidly.

"It's just Kurt, Blaine."

"I await punishment."

Kurt froze with his hand resting on the warm skin just above Blaine's waistband.

"Punishment? Why would I punish you?"

"I screamed."

"That wasn't your fault, you were sleeping." Kurt said trying to concentrate on cleaning the wounds just so that he didn't have to concentrate on the idea of somebody being punished for being traumatized instead of being take care of.

"I should not have screamed, I apologize master."

"Blaine, are these marks from punishments?"

"Yes master, most of them."

"What did you do?"

"I screamed master, or I talked when I did not have the proper permission or I did not respond in the way the trainers wished, some were only practice though."

"Practice?"

"So I would know what to expect, the trainers make sure we are ready for our masters."

Kurt blinked several times to get rid of the tears in his eyes.

"That's sick." He couldn't stop himself from saying.

Blaine didn't answer. Kurt moved around the bed so that he was sat in front of Blaine, he reached over and took his hands.

"Look at me and listen. You will never be punished here. You can talk or respond however you want, you can scream whenever it seems like a good time to scream. You can express yourself here, okay?"

Blaine looked away from him.

"Whatever you wish master."

Kurt sighed.

"It's not master." he said quietly getting up to wash the bowl of red water in his sink.

He barely heard the quiet knock at his door as the sound of the water blocked it. He turned off the taps and rushed to the door opening it for his step-mother.

"Hi Carol."

"Hi Kurt." Carol looked past him to Blaine. "Hi Blaine."

"Hello Madame."

Carol smiled. "Madame is nice but I'd prefer if you call me Carol dear."

She held up the bandages and tube of anti-septic cream she had in her hand.

"Do you need help?"

Kurt looked at Blaine and looked back at her. He lowered his voice.

"It's kind of nasty."

"I have seen nasty before Kurt." Carol assured him with a soft smile, she walked over to Blaine.

"May I have a look?"

Blaine looked up at her then over to Kurt. "Master?"

"It's up to you but It needs doing and Carol can probably do it better than me."

Blaine looked back towards Carol and nodded his consent.

Carole moved round the bed. Kurt saw her eyes widen and her mouth drop slightly at the sight of Blaine's back but she did not let any sound out.

"Okay then Blaine, this will sting a bit i'm going to put anti-septic cream on then wrap it in bandages to keep it clean. I'm going to place some pads on the worst parts and then just hold them up with the bandages." Carole explained calmly in a soothing voice. Kurt leaned against the wall by the door unsure what to do with himself.

"Did you have a good day at work?" He asked.

"Oh, Amanda is still being a bit of a pain, I don't know why she think's she's better than everybody else."

"I don't now why she thinks that dye job is fooling anybody."

Carol smiled and then gave him a reproachful look.

"Be nice."

"Why, she isn't."

"You'll get used to his cattish streak Blaine. It usually means he's tired or hungry or is having a bad hair day." Carole said her eyes firmly on Blaine's back.

"I'm never cattish."

Carole smiled fondly at him.

"He is cattish, occasionally. But he's actually a sweetheart, he's nothing to worry about. Have you seen your room yet? You know you coming to stay could be just the excuse we need to redecorate."

"Well let me know if you're going to, Dad and I were talking about putting up shelves"

"That room does need something. Perhaps new curtains as well, those red ones are looking tired."

"I went for the green and gold bedding, what do you think Blaine?"

Blaine looked up at him.

"Thank you master."

"Is it okay? I mean there are other colors. What is your favorite?"

Blaine paused.

"I like gold and green Master."

Kurt nodded. It would be better not to push it though he wish he knew just one thing, one personal thing about this boy.

"I think green and gold would suit that room, it will lighten it up a bit. What colour do you think would suit the walls?"

"In there, something very light it doesn't get enough of the sun." Kurt said. " Any colors you don't like Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head.

"I am sure anything you choose will be perfect master."

"See he knows you already." Carol said. "Kurt has impeccable tastes in fashion and that tends to drift into furnishings as well."

Blaine didn't answer.

"Okay, all done." Carol said after a few more minutes of awkward silence which despite lots of quick questioning looks between Kurt and Carole they couldn't seem to fill.

"You must still be tired Blaine." Carol said. "You look tired." She said looking closely at him. "A few more hours sleep and a good home cooked meal will help you feel a bit better."

Kurt smiled in encouragement at Blaine, he doubted that a home cooked meal would help sort Blaine's problems.

"Come on Blaine." He said kindly. "I've changed the sheets so they no longer smell like perfume."

Blaine followed him down the hallway to the spare room. Kurt waved him in.

"This is it, it's a bit bare and probably not very comfortable but we'll work on it and tomorrow when I take you t get some clothes we can pick out some posters or something."

Blaine looked blankly at the room in front of him, those amber eyes could have been blind.

"Please sleep on the bed." Kurt said almost as a second thought as he left the room.
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3 months ago

Blaine lay on the cool plastic, it stuck to his skin so that every time he moved it felt like tearing a band aid off. He felt sticky and dirty and his body just ached from somewhere deep inside him spreading outwards. There was a small toilet connected to the room, he had found it once he had been left alone in the florescent lights. He had emptied his stomach of bile until it turned a strange opaque with bright green bits. Then the lights had flicked off as he was swallowing down mouthfuls of warm water and he had just found his way down to the mat to collapse and cry in humiliation, shock and loneliness.

He was alone in the pitch dark with no idea where he was. He had just been used, tied up and invaded.

He cried until he fell into a restless sleep.

He blinked, he hurt, everything hurt. There was musty smell and a pain behind his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, realizing it was the sudden a harsh lights that had caused him to wake up. For a blissful moment he did not know where he was. A blissful moment that may have been filled with pain and confusion but it was better than the knowledge that he was a sex slave in a dungeon and his temporary owner was now hovering over him.

"So beautiful."

The words in any other situation might be sweet but mixed with that leering look was terrifying. Blaine's body seemed to have its own memory and reminded him of the feel of rough fingers gripping his hips, hard dick tearing at him.

He had lost his virginity to this man, a man whose name he did not know. An act he had secretly wished to have been an act of love. In the deepest part of him, the part he only let out late at night when dreams were allowed to surface he had hoped that he would one day find love. He had hoped that being gay didn't mean he would live a loveless life. He had hoped that one day there would be somebody who would love him, somebody kind and talented, perhaps somebody who enjoyed singing like he did,somebody with beautiful eyes and secret little smiles, somebody not afraid like he was.

All that was gone now. As he was positioned and touched and hurt and ripped apart again it was for the loss of this dream that he sobbed.