Blaine doesn’t really know how long he has been in the cell. His appointment was at 11am, and from the orange tinge of sunlight coming through the window he gathers it must be almost sunset, so he estimates around 10 hours. No one has come to see him or remove his cuffs, and he hasn’t heard anyone walking past. He knows his Dad will definitely know he is a sub by now, his Mom as well. He wonders if they have told Cooper yet, or if any of his friends have found out. He doubts his parents will tell his friends, and he has always kept his birthday secret so they won’t even be wondering yet.

Around 3 hours ago he moved himself onto the mat, deciding on it being more comfortable than the solid ground. Apart from that he has just sat still, not wanting to give the people watching him anything to observe. He was just starting to wonder if he would be expected to urinate on the floor when he hears foot steps outside. He opens his eyes and looks up, ready to glare down the person who opens the door.

Of course it is Sue, flanked by Puck and the other guard. She stood staring back, seemingly deep into Blaine’s soul, before Blaine dropped his eyes to the floor.

“Wow, good boy. Seems like you were born for this.” Blaine can hear the smirk in her voice. “First rule to learn today hobbit, never hold eye contact with a superior. Second rule you need to learn, do as you are told as soon as you are told. Up you get, we are going on a little adventure.” Blaine stays sat down, although not looking at anyone. He decided in his long time alone that he wasn’t going to come easily. He knew he wouldn’t have a choice, but he could at least make everyone else’s life a little harder as well, it was the only fun he could have left.

“Fuck this.” Puck booms. He walks over and grabs Blaine by the elbow, yanking him up. “Come on.” He commands as Blaine is pulled out of the room. This time the second guard doesn’t grab him as well, instead he just follows behind.

After going down a maze of corridors, disorientating Blaine even more than he was before, they enter a room. Blaine takes a moment to look around before the smell reaches his nose and the panic sets in. This is a branding room. He starts fighting Puck.

“No. Please, no! You don’t have to do this! I could, I could, wear a collar with my number on? You don’t need to brand me, I won’t run away!” He shouts.

“That may be so, but you still need to be branded. You will get a collar as well anyway; I hear they make great fashion accessories.” Puck says nonchalantly.

“Puck, it’s the subs that are the accessories.” The other guard spits at Blaine, sending a shiver down his spine. Rough hands grab his foot. He tries to kick out but the guard has too tight of a hold, causing him to lose his balance and fall further into pucks grip. His shoe is yanked of, quickly followed by his sock. “Other foot.” The guard says, and Blaine allows him to take the other shoe and sock, leaving him bare foot. The lack of such simple items makes him feel so much more vulnerable against the two solid built males. The hands reach up and pull his pants and underwear down and off in one go, Puck having suspended him in the air for the removal. He feels a great desire to cover himself, but with his hands behind his back there is little he can do.

“Please. Please can’t I stay clothed?” He whines.

“There is a very small chance you will be allowed clothes as a sub, you may as well get used to it now.” Puck says as the other guard crosses to the far side of the room, picking up something off a counter. When he turns back Blaine sees he is holding scissors. He whimpers.

“Wh… what are they for?” He asks worriedly.

“Calm down twink, just to take your top off. You didn’t think we would uncuff you for that did ya?” Puck replies. A day ago that comment would have made Blaine incredibly concerned, but considering the ideas he had in his head, instead it calmed him.

The other guard approached him and pulled Blaine’s shirt over his head. He heard the cutting of fabric, clearly to remove the shirt from the loop of his arms created by the cuffs. Finally he was stood completely naked, one guard throwing away his clothes, and the other one holding him in front of Sue Sylvester for inspection.

“Well, what have we got here?” She sneers while circling him. Sue completes a full turn before stopping once again in front of Blaine. “Looks like you will make a great little whore for us all. Let’s get you strapped up.” She motions for Puck to place Blaine against the table.

He doesn’t get laid down, instead the other guard straps his legs in cuffs on the floor, forcing his legs apart and removing any modesty he had managed to maintain. And just to increase his embarrassment, he feels himself starting to get hard. He leans his weight forwards into the table, trying to let it go unnoticed. He isn’t that lucky.

“Oh, what have we got here then Blaine? Is my little hobbit getting hard? I told you that you would be a great whore. For this time only, if you piss yourself or cum it will be ignored. Just so you know, after today anything that spills from you has to get licked up by you. Don’t ever forget that goblin.”

Once Sue finishes talking, he is pushed forwards so he is forced face first into the table, luckily hiding his blushing. Several straps are placed across his back and tightened, restricting most his movement. Some form of a round object is placed into his mouth, both to work as a gag and as something to bite into during the pain. Hands then seem to be covering him - although he knows there are only four- holding him immobile. He feels a wet cloth being rubbed on his neck and upper back, obviously a disinfectant before the brand.

“Ok Blaine, as you have been relatively well behaved, I will talk you through exactly what is happening. I’m currently heating up the branding iron with the slave symbol. I’m sure you know what it is, but in case you don’t; it’s a ring about the size of your palm, with a diamond exactly central containing the letter S, and an O either side of the diamond, so it reads OSO. This will be placed in the gap between your shoulder blades. What I’m going to do first while the iron heats up is tattoo your ID number. The first digits will be 230716, which of course stands for your birthdate. Then following a dash will be the numbers 5226, which are just four randomly generated numbers, and you will be expected to remember them as an addition to your birthday. On all legal documents you will be referred to by this ID number. Essentially you are no longer Blaine, you are 230716-5226. But some people may wish for your true name still.

“Ok. I’m going to start tattooing across your neck, above where the branding will go, the stiller you stay the less painful it will be.” Even though Blaine doesn’t move, it is still incredibly painful. Although he wishes someone would tell his cock that, as it seems to be enjoying it. A strange mix of arousal while bursting for the toliet. He knows something is going to be involuntarily spraying out of his dick before the night is over. He feels Sue tattooing the final six before he realises, seeming to have managed to ignore the pain more than he expected.

“Good boy. That’s all done now.” Blaine feels another tissue being wiped across his back, clearing away any blood and excess ink. “Now for the worse bit, I wouldn’t be surprised if you black out. In hindsight we should knock you out for this; however it’s too complicated to bother working out the correct amount of the drug when we can let the subs bodies do the hard work for us. I’m now checking the temperature of the iron, as we don’t want to run the risk of a poor branding. As much as subs are one of the most expensive items, if you have a smudged branding you will be disposed of. Yes Blaine, that means killed, so I suggest you try to help me and stay still. As soon as subs have permanent damage they become worthless. Remember that if you feel like misbehaving.” As much as many people would prefer death, Blaine isn’t one of those people. “Ok, the iron is hot enough. Are you ready? It’s tough if not.”

And with that Blaine feels the piercing heat on his upper back, as promised just below the tattoo. The last thing he remembers before passing out is a huge release in his abdomen, both cum and urine spilling out.