Blaine couldn't stop staring, his mouth hanging slack as if he had just been slapped. His beautiful, fragile, pale angel had turned into a wicked black swan, in a leather cat suit, stiletto boots, and smoky black eye liner that was both exquisitely beautiful and wholly terrifying.

Kurt moved quickly, and made short work of trussing Blaine up, using quite a bit of nylon rope to tie Blaine's wrists, one to each bed post. Considering how large his bed was, Blaine was surprised Kurt would even have enough rope to do the job.

'Who other than a construction worker would even need that much rope?' Blaine allowed himself to think before his arms were being pulled impossibly far apart, almost to the brink of being uncomfortable, but far enough to throw off his center of gravity. His calves strained to keep him from swaying.

"My God." Kurt tugged slightly on the ropes to make sure they were taut. "This bed of yours is a dream come true, Blaine. So many possibilities..."

Blaine lifted his head to follow Kurt's movements around the room...and received a sharp smack to the back of his left thigh, close to his buttock.

"Head down!" Kurt growled.

Learning to be obedient was not quite as simple as it sounded, and almost an hour later Blaine thought he would finally snap.

Kurt's preferred method of discipline for disobedient subs was orgasm denial. The first thing Kurt had done was to go through Blaine's own toy drawer, which was in the small dresser beside his bed.

Kurt giggled when he found what he was looking for, and he hid it slyly behind his back in case Blaine disobeyed and looked up again. Kurt came up behind Blaine and slowly rubbed something small and round up the back of Blaine's legs. Blaine knew immediately what Kurt had found, and a thrill of excitement shot through him, causing his entire body to shiver.

Kurt watched as Blaine's whole body reacted, a wicked grin curling his lips.

"Ah. my princess likes that, huh?" Kurt continued to run the beads over Blaine's flesh, watching as goosebumps formed every where Kurt touched.

"I'll bet these are your dirty little secret, hmm?" Kurt whispered against the skin of Blaine's neck. "I bet no one knows about these but you. You can respond."

Blaine was taken back by being given permission to speak. When he didn't respond quick enough, he got another smack on the opposite thigh, harder this time. Blaine still wasn't sure what he was being hit with. Whatever it was, it was hard, leather, and stung like a bitch, but once the pain ebbed, it left the most fantastic tingling sensation.

"When I tell you to speak, you speak, princess."

Kurt kept his voice controlled at all times. His calm, cool persona frightened Blaine a little. Kurt had already been so full of surprises. Blaine wasn't at all sure exactly what Kurt was capable of.

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, when he felt something soft, like a silk tie, fasten around his mouth.

"Since you apparentlly don't know when to speak, then I don't think you'll need to speak."

Blaine held perfectly still as Kurt tied a knot, pullling the fabric tight. Blaine's first instinct was to whimper, to shake his head from side to side and scream through the gag until he felt two firm hands, soft and smooth, running down his back, massaging the tight muscles, working out the knots.

"Just relax a little. Try not to tense up too much."

Kurt stared at Blaine's back, the strong ripple of muscles every time Kurt smacked him with his riding crop, the way his buttocks went taut when he tried to keep his balance. Kurt's voice might have been smooth as ice, but inside he was screaming - screaming to tear off the cat suit, lay his body over this man, and ride him into the mattress.

Kurt backed away and dropped his hands. He took a deep breath, regaining his focus.

"It's a shame you never told anyone about these, sweetheart," Kurt said, returning his attention to Blaine's ass. "The best way to enjoy these is with someone else, and your ass..." Kurt stopped to hum appreciatively, "...was meant to be worshipped."

Blaine willed himself to stop blushing. Having relaxed around the gag in his mouth, he couldn't help a smile from forming on his lips.

Blaine heard a cap flip open, and he froze. He heard the obscene squelch of lube being squeezed from a bottle. Then he felt Kurt's hand firmly pull aside one cheek, and something hard and slick being pressed to his entrance.

"Just relax." Kurt's sweet, soothing voice returned, and Blaine's body reacted immediately, his heels hitting the floor and his muscles going slack.

"Very good, sweetheart," he heard Kurt coo, and the balls were slowly being pushed into his opening, easily slipping through the ring of muscle one by one. When they were all inside, Kurt pulled on the end, allowing the last ball to slip back out, and then slowly pushed it back in. In, out, in, out. Blaine knew Kurt was watching as he slowly moved that last ball at a constant, shallow rhythm.

"God, Blaine." Kurt murmured. "You're so beautiful. Such a good boy. Look at how you're taking this. Keep being a good boy, and you might actually get to cum."

Blaine wanted to burst, wanted to toss his head back and moan. The pressure of Kurt's hand felt so good keeping him open while the anal beads were pushed slowly inside. At this point, when he was alone, he would be keening , pumping his own cock hard, chasing his own release. But trying to maintain perfect control while this hot-as-fuck guy in a leather cat suit played with his ass was the sweetest form of torture. He was dying to fall apart, but he could do it. He could be a good boy.

Someone else obviously had other ideas.

Kurt stilled his hand when he noticed Blaine had become fully aroused, his cock twitching and leaking, begging for release.

"Hmm." Kurt murmured playfully. "You don't quite have this guy under control yet, do you."

Blaine had squeezed his eyes shut to try and maintain control. Blaine felt the hard leather object rub menacingly from his jaw to his cheek.

"Nuh-uh-uh," Kurt sang sweetly. "Open your eyes, princess."

Blaine opened his eyes, and it clicked. The nicknames - princess for when he was disobedient, and sweetheart for when he was good. Blaine finally got a good look at the object that had been menacing him. The riding crop was brown and thick, made of twisted leather. It looked like it had been used...a lot.

Kurt reached from behind Blaine and quickly slipped something over the base of Blaine's cock, securing his balls. Blaine did whimper this time. He realized he had been ringed.

"That's right, princess." Kurt almost laughed. "If you can't keep that thing reigned in, I'll do it for you."

Blaine felt another piece of fabric make it's way around his eyes.

"And since you still can't seem to follow orders," Kurt said, tying the blindfold tight, "I don't think you need to see anymore."

Here Blaine was, tied to his bed, blindfolded, gagged, cock ringed, with anal beads in his ass, and his entire body burning for release.

This was officially the best evening ever.