Chapter 3:

He was sitting languidly, half reclining on the chaise longue beneath the window when Kurt emerged from the bathroom clad only in the flimsy bathrobe. Startled but trying desperately not to show any weakness, Kurt clenched his lips together and jutted out his jaw in defiance. He didn't speak but unconsciously pulled the chord on his robe tighter around his narrow waist. Blaine noted the movement, smiling slightly in satisfaction at the other man's discomfort and letting his eyes travel shamelessly over Kurt's slender figure without apology.

"You will join me for breakfast" it wasn't a question and Blaine drew the words out slowly and deliberately, watching for Kurt's reaction to his first ordered command.

"I'm not hungry." Kurt bit back, moving towards the bed and hunting out his clothes he'd discarded there from yesterday. Blaine didn't reply, merely watched Kurt's fruitless attempt to find his things with a quirked eyebrow and an amused smirk twisting his cruel mouth. Flinging his hands up in the air in frustration, Kurt reeled back round to face Blaine.

"Where are my clothes?" he demanded, hating the way his voice quivered slightly higher than normal and betrayed his fear.

Relaxing a little more into the chair and leaning his elbow against the high back, Blaine smiled, slowly and self-satisfied, eyes cold. He gestured to the painted chest of draws with a bored flick of his hand,

"Your uniform is in there"

Kurt swallowed down the bile threatening again as shame coursed through him and turned hesitantly to the draws, fear squeezing around his heart. Inhaling slowly and deeply to steady himself and trying hard not to show the other man his discomfort, Kurt approached the draws and pulled out the top one.

His heart sank. Neatly folded and nestled amongst the silk inlays were rows of black leather; lines of trousers all identical in style and sizing. In the draw beneath, Kurt was greeted by further rows of immaculately pressed black sleeveless vests that looked equally as tight as the trousers threatened to be. The final draw, presented Kurt with 3 pairs of black knee high DM boots with thick laces running the entire length of the soft leather and harsh silver buckles strapped around the ankles.

Blaine watched each change flush across Kurt's face with a casual air of satisfaction, noticing with each new revelation how the tightly drawn muscles in his back and neck had twitched before sinking a little with increased resignation.  Excitement bubbled under his skin again.

"No underwear?" Kurt asked, nervously licking his lips and then quickly pulling his tongue back in when he noticed the look of hunger that flashed across Blaine's eyes. The other man laughed harshly, the sound making Kurt flinch.

"No need in those trousers. Not much room." he paused before running his eyes over him again. "They were ordered last night. They'll fit you perfectly." Blaine drawled out the last line with a lascivious grin that reminded Kurt of a snake eyeing its prey. He gulped down his tears and forced himself to meet the cold face before him.

"Shall I meet you downstairs when I'm done?" He stammered a little as he tried to stand up to his full height. How could this man make him feel so pathetic, so insignificant?

For a moment Kurt thought Blaine wasn't going to leave, that he was going to have to strip in front of him and lay himself entirely bare. They regarded each other steadily, air humming with a strange electricity. Hate mixed with something else. Something Kurt couldn't quite admit.

Not wanting to lose this first battle, Kurt began to untie the belt around his waist, raising his eyebrows challengingly as he moved and started to ease the robe off one shoulder.  Watching Kurt's defiant attempt at calling Blaine's bluff made something inside the other man twist and his skin prickled with excitement. His eyes flashed again and he had to take a breath to pull back the control. Sliding himself gracefully from the seat, he moved towards the ethereal man before him, pausing as he reached him and leaned in to breathe low and smoothly in to his ear.

"Don't be too long. I'm hungry"

He emitted one final harsh laugh as he watched Kurt buckle slightly at the suggestion in his words before swishing past and letting the door slam behind him.

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Standing outside the dinning room, Kurt let his eyes close briefly, pulling a ragged breath through his tight lips and forcing his shoulders back. He knocked once sharply before entering the door with determination. 

Blaine was standing stock still, face angled away from the room when Kurt entered and for a fraction of a second the younger man thought he saw a glimpse of panic etched into the elegant features of Lord Anderson's profile before the man shifted and it was instantly gone. The steely controlled figure was back and Kurt could have almost believed he'd imagined it.

Almost.   

They stood, regarding each other in silence as Blaine took in all of Kurt's new 'uniform'. The trousers were achingly tight, outlining the strong thigh muscles in his legs and, Blaine was pleased to note, emphasising the sizeable bulge between them. Roving his eyes higher, he watched with delight as Kurt squirmed, feeling the other man tracing every contour of his firm, pale chest under the flimsy material, stretched taught across it.

Blaine licked his lips, a slow smile spreading over his face as Kurt lay on the sacrificial block.

He hummed a nod of approval before gesturing to the table and the food, Kurt now noticed was spread abundantly across it. A low rumble could be heard from Kurt's stomach, betraying him again, when he realised how long it had been since he'd eaten and the other man noted the obvious lie from earlier.

"Sit Kurt. Eat."

Unnerved by the wolfish smile, Kurt remained silent but relented, sliding compliantly into the indicated chair and reaching for a piece of melon spilling from an over-stuffed bowl in the centre of the table. He nibbled the edge tentatively, refusing to meet Blaine's continued stare.

"We need to go over your expected roles and requirements." Blaine said levelly and sliding into the high backed chair positioned at the head of the table. He rested his palms against the wood and waited for Kurt to look up.

"Last night you signed yourself over to me as my employee." he paused again and Kurt realised he was waiting for confirmation of the statement. Not quite able to find his voice, Kurt nodded imperceptibly.  Satisfied, the other man continued in his now typical bored but controlled tone.

"As such, you will be expected to fulfil certain duties."

"Like a butler?" Kurt offered sarcastically, knowing the answer before he'd even asked. Blaine had butlers and maids and waiting staff; he didn't need Kurt for that. His confirmation was Blaine's unnatural laugh,

"No Kurt, Nothing like a butler."

Suddenly the melon felt unnaturally dry in Kurt's mouth and he swallowed it down painfully, hands clenched against the side of the table.

"What then?"

Blaine slid out from his seat and moved to stand behind Kurt, not touching, but close enough to see the sinewy lines of the muscles across his shoulder blades tense and to watch the slightly irregular rise and fall of his breathing. He yearned to touch him. To feel the untainted, unstained white flesh. Wanted to run his fingers over those muscles and feel them switch and change beneath his manipulation. Before he really knew what he was doing, Blaine's hand was reaching out and he wrapped his long slightly calloused fingers around the back of Kurt's neck.

Kurt froze, muscles tense and wound tightly closed to the pressure of the unfamiliar touch. He wanted to shrug him off, fight against the unwelcome grip but he remained utterly immobile. Waiting for the next move; knowing it would come. 

He'd imagined Lord Anderson to be aggressive, rough in his possession of Kurt's body, which is why a soft gasp of surprise eased out of his lips when he felt the light, almost delicate, massage of the muscles under the other man's fingers. A gasp that surprised them both in its moan of unintended longing. Blaine was transfixed, the noise shooting directly to his groin and making his pants feel uncomfortable and constricted. He moaned involuntarily and Kurt's head snapped up at the first sign of control slipping from Blaine's countenance.

Neither spoke. Blaine continued to squeeze and mould Kurt's untouched flesh beneath his hand and the other man remained pliant, each point of pressure massaging out another fragment of his defiance.

Blaine was lost in the power of Kurt's skin and Kurt momentarily drowned in it.

Then the door banged open violently and the spell was broken.

Seth stood rigidly in the doorway, filling the frame and regarding the two boys before him, a slight sneer of disgust twisting his features. They'd leapt apart when the intrusion had jolted them out of their strange reverie, but not before Seth had seen the lust blown eyes of the pale innocent creature, sat trembling at the table and the flash of unmistakable guilt that had spread through the young Lord's own figure. 

Blaine cleared his throat and dragged his features back into the twisted mask of control and indifference they fell into so easily. He stared back at Seth, irritated at the way the older man was watching him and needing to reassert some measure of authority.

"I was just informing Kurt of his new job specification Seth." he lowered his voice a little, threateningly and looked at him pointedly. "Did you want something?"

The older man continued to hold his gaze, cold and unruffled, before eventually flicking his eyes towards Kurt with a knowing smirk. "Lord Buckley is on the telephone and is demanding to speak to you. I told him you were otherwise engaged" he sneered pointedly before continuing. "but he was very insistent. I can fill our new 'employee' in on the rest of his contract details."

Blaine clenched his teeth, as a flash of something unfamiliar rippled through him at the thought of leaving Kurt alone with his advisor but he clamped it down and turned to Seth. "Bring him to the library after"

Kurt's skin prickled as the door clicked closed and he was left alone with the steely eyes of the other man boring into his skin.

"So; Your ‘job'....." began Seth, moving to sit in the chair opposite Kurt. "You have been signed over to Lord Anderson as a punishment for your father's crimes and as such will be expected to fulfil your designated role without question or insolence." He regarded Kurt levelly, watching with pleasure the other man's discomfort before continuing.

"Lords need to have an outward display of their power and control. They are expected to attend certain public events and functions and at these gatherings, are encouraged to demonstrate their level of command to the other Lords. They do this by having Subordinates. These are minions who attend the functions with their masters. They need to look good, be engaging and intelligent but always entirely submissive to their Lord." he paused, eying Kurt's reaction to the 'job' description and noting his deep flush of shame at Seth's words.

"Lord Anderson has never required a Subordinate before but since his father's death, it is necessary for Blaine to assert some public control in order to maintain his established persona. When you arrived last night, he seized the opportunity to own you." Kurt flinched at the callous and brutal words. "You seem to fit the requirements aptly enough and your pretty little virgin face will look impressive under Lord Anderson's command."

During Seth's explanation, Kurt had remained utterly silent, each word creeping over his skin and making him shrivel and shrink inside. He'd been aware his fate would be something similar to Seth's description but hearing the words spoken aloud and confirmed made it seem all the more degrading. He swallowed thickly and raised his eyes to the other man's cruelly mocking gaze.

"Is it only publicly that I am to fulfil these duties?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm and cold. The wolfish grin was back, making his heart sink, as Seth let his eyes wonder indecently over Kurt's tight fitting uniform.

"No, you will be required to be entirely submissive to Lord Anderson at all times. Publicly and in private."

Languidly, he rose from his seat and moved to stand beside Kurt's chair. Kurt could feel his stale breath on his cheek as the older man bent down and whispered smoothly into his ear, the words twisting Kurt's stomach and making his throat burn.

"You know, Subordinates are entirely at the mercy of their Lords. They can be asked to do anything to show their obedience. Some are humiliated, some are cruelly punished and some," he paused and licked his lips deliberately. "Some are controlled entirely through sexual domination"

He laughed as Kurt's face bled into snow white marble and moved backwards to stand in the doorway. He narrowed his eyes as he turned back to the trembling, ashen figure sat defeated at the table.

"Come on." he smirked. "Your Lord is waiting."