Needs and Wants

A knock on the door - barely audible over the sound of tasteless music - timidly tapped against the wooden door numbered four-fifteen. The visitor didnt want to enter the dorm room, but no amount of nervous hesitation or heavy guilt was strong enough to make Kurt Hummel lower his hand and step away. Instead of listening to his conscience, the shy Dalton junior made his presence known with a second knock. If there are two lessons to be learned in a social circle beyond your financial kin, its that needs triumphant wants and good intentions dont pay.

In acknowledgement of his presence, the volume of the music lessened. A few footsteps later and the black numbers on the door were pulled away and the handsome face of Blaine Anderson appeared. Other than loose sweat pants, the shorter boy was bare chested and more than comfortable with publically displaying his olive toned physique.

"Youre early tonight." With his hair wildly messy and his weekend facial hair unshaven, the dark haired junior winked and smirked - fully pleased by the blush spreading across Kurts fair cheeks. The suggestive innuendo in his words went long forgotten. "Or did you just stop by to say hi? I know how much you love our little visits."

Shy glances and worried twitches earned Kurt a charming smile from his kind host, "Blaine..." The faint voice trembled liked the knock on the door. "I dont like talking in the hallway..." Whether it be due to necessity or reflex, the taller and thinner teenager pushed his black framed glasses up his nose and tightened his grip around his textbooks - using the books as a protective shield.  "Can I come in for a minute?"

"One minute? You dont give me enough credit, Sexy." With the complete opening of the door, Kurt stepped over the threshold and into the personal realm of the golden child among the Dalton elite. Blaine closed the door behind Kurt and discreetly turned the lock - his self-satisfied smirk went unseen.  "Youre always welcome here; you should know that by now."

Jealousy sparked in Kurt at the view of Blaines dorm. This is not the first time Kurt visited Blaine in the late hours of the night, but each time he stopped by his eyes were always slapped with a visual scene of luxury that he could never afford.  Based on size, decor and location, it was no secret that Blaine was living in the nicest dorm on campus. The heavy four post bed was made from solid cherry oak and lavished with the finest of fabrics. Beyond the bed was a generous view of Daltons prize winning gardens. At night the image of the garden was illuminated with pure moonlight and soft blue lights from the center piece water fountain. It was beautiful, and tonight the image was no exception.

"Have a seat." Blaine stretched his right arm in the direction of his dark leather desk chair, but the corner of his eyes stared and suggested a place on his black and white bedding. "Make yourself comfortable. We both know that youll be staying longer than a minute."

Dalton may be a school that prides itself for its strict policies and formal traditions, but that doesnt stopped the rapid and eager spread of gossip amongst the student body. If one were to drip their attention into the pool of rumors, then the tales of Blaine Anderson and his promiscuous behaviors would surface in large amounts. The chief story being that Blaine is a player who swings with the loose and toys with the vulnerable. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly such gossip is idle nonsense. Blaine isnt a player. He is a hunter. A hunter who stalks his prey and waits for the kill - metaphorically speaking of course. Hes a hunter who values quality over quantity. Why should he settle for every slut in school, when he could have the pretty and bashful virgin?

"I cant stay. Thank you for offering," Kurt quickly added when he noticed a slight flash of irritation in his hosts hazel eyes. Had Kurt not been actively looking at Blaines face in order to avoid the other boys chiseled abs, then Kurt wouldnt have noticed the change. "I...I..." Undesirable stuttering pursued and his framed glasses slipped a fraction down his nose. "I brought this for you. It should earn you a low A without raising anyones suspicion." True to his words, Kurt withdrew a collection of papers that were stapled together in the upper left hand corner. On the cover page was Blaines name, the class name, and title of the assignment. "The paper is eight pages - not counting the cover page, and it took me an hour and half to write. This will cost you a...hundred and twenty dollars."

When Kurt received his scholarship to study at Dalton Academy freshmen year, he never once considered the possibility that he would be selling his intellectual property for monetary gain.  Then again, back then he was still a wide eyed freshmen who wasnt familiar with the power of wealth and social influence. To him, good manners and etiquette was something to be expected. However at Dalton, it seemed that politeness was nothing more than a clever weapon to manipulate and create misplaced trust.  

The transition from an ethical student to an underground salesmen blossomed when a boy named Nick offered Kurt eighty dollars to write him a brief summary of Mendels genetic observations. Initially the offer was refused; however the conversation was reinstated when Burt Hummels health fell and numerous college brochures were pushed in his direction. After that Kurt, and a small collection of Daltons show choir boys - the Warbles - formed a confidential relationship where top standing grades earned Kurt money and the Warbles received rich transcripts.  Thanks to these illegal non-taxable profits, Kurt had been able to thicken his bank account and college savings. Among all of his clients Blaine Anderson had proven himself to be the most reliable and generous tipper. 

Without accepting the paper that Kurt was offering him, Blaine stretched his arms of his head and turned around - intentionally allowing his innocent guest the opportunity to admire his body without the shame of being watched. The raven haired boy isnt humble and he sees nothing wrong with complimenting nude pictures of himself; nor does he question his level of vanity when he admires his own reflection in the mirror. Anderson men are honest people and he would be lying if he referred to himself as anything other than damn good-looking; and forbid if anyone, even the tightest legged prude, thought anything less of him. Kurt would be powerless to reject his beauty or advancements.

"Im as fucking hot as hell." Blaine silently praised himself before turning back around and flopping his body across the bed with his legs hanging off to the edge. The added weight didnt make the bed springs creek like the cheaper beds on campus. "You dont think I could earn a high A without stirring suspicion? Again Sexy, you show little faith in me. Im smart. I do however, prefer that I dont waste my time and resources on material that will not benefit me or my future."

Kurt nervously tugged on his shirt sleeve. Rule number one in commission: keep the customer happy, especially if said customer tips you fifty to seventy-five percent. "I didnt mean to imply..."

"You didnt mean to offend me, or you didnt expect me to catch the insult?"

"I didnt mean to offend you." Kurt pled." Rule number two in sales: have no shame, pride or a spine. "If I didnt think you were competent, then I would be helping with these assignments...I hate to waste your time...I should probably go. Would you like to read the paper before I leave...?" The desire to remind Blaine for his money was delayed with wishful thinking that Blaine wouldnt need to be reminded. When it comes to money, the shorter boy was careless and forgetful.

"Relax Gorgeous, I was joking." Blaine smiled his famous grin, easily masking the cute pet name. "You need to learn how to loosen up and find your chakras. It isnt healthy for someone to bundle all their energy up."

Kurt hesitantly and impatiently shuffled his feet before speaking. Blaine may live in a beautiful room that merits envy, but it wasnt a place Kurt enjoyed being. At the moment, the room was solely illuminated by a honey glowing desk lamp. That, in combination with nocturnal lights and sweet scented candles, created an unsettling atmosphere of temptation and clouded judgment. "Noted. Hmm...did you change your mind about this paper...Somebody else wants me to write this report for him. Should I sell this to him instead? It wouldnt be difficult for me to make some changes to better suit this other students vocabulary." Kurt could and would have continued with his nervous babbles had Blaine not interrupt him with a new position on the bed.

The change in position wasnt much - a slight raise of his upper back and relaxation on his bent elbows. The most noticeable altercations in the shift were the shadows on Blaines firm abs and the newly defined bulged in his sweat pants. Unknowingly Kurt loudly gulped and bit his lower lip.

Rule number three:  never desire a customer.  

Blaine may be an entitled pompous brat, but he is a handsome entitled pompous brat.

"D-d-d-do you still want this p-p-paper?" Kurt mentally slapped himself for stuttering. Why is he stuttering; and why is Blaine licking his lips?

"I wrote the assignment before you got here." Another lick glossed over Blaines already wet lips. "Dont fret Beautiful. Ill still pay you for your services. Fair is fair and Im a man who honors his words."

An unexplainable knot tightened in Kurts throat and a heavy weight fell in his core. "Y-y-you dont need my help anymore? D-d-did I do something wrong?" The prospective money the taller boy was hoping to earn in the next two years faded in his mind. He needed that money to survive and save for college.  "Is there something I could do differently for you?"

"I hate to be the one to break it to you Sexy, but I never needed your help." Blaine flexed his abs and did a crunch. "While Im sharing secrets, allow me tell you another one. Ive never turned in a copy of your work and I never will. Harvards in my future and I cant take any chances with petty high school plagiarism."

Kurt flinched when Blaine said ‘plagiarism. He hated the word and he especially didnt like the way the dark haired boy demonized the term at him. "I dont understand..."

"Sexy, youre looking paler than usual. Take a seat, and I suggest you get comfortable."

As if he was walking on stilts, Kurt wobbled towards the other student and his textbook slipped out of his arms like water. He didnt realize that he had confused a spot on the bed for the desk chair until a warm hand gripped his left knee. 

The firmness of the grip didnt match the loving tone in Blaines voice. "I told you to relax, Sexy. Stress doesnt fair well on your beautiful skin."

"What do you want Blaine?" Blue eyes fearfully widened. There was something wrong with the other boy. Blaines hazel eyes had a possessive glow that Kurt couldnt explain.

"There are many things I want from you, but there are more things you need from me. Im here for you Kurt. I want to help you." The hand on Kurts knees crept up a fraction of an inch. "Coincidently your needs just so happen to overlap with my wants. Its it funny how these things work out."

The desire to bat Blaines wandering hand off his body went ignored. "I still...I still dont understand what youre trying to say."      

"Youre a smart guy, Kurt. How about you and I take a moment to assess the facts. After that well see if we can find a solution that leaves everyone feeling...happy and satisfied."

The hand of Kurts leg slightly lifted and rested back down on the lower part of his preys flat abdomen. Blaine second arm curved around Kurts shoulders - passively forcing the taller boys head to rest against him.

As if he was made of rubber and plastic, Kurt did not resistant the movements. The platform Blaine was building was robbing him of will and future dreams.

"Dalton has a strict no cheating policy. A policy that they arent afraid to enforce, and no amount of excuses can spare someone from the harsh ramifications associated with it...And dont even get me started on the dark marks this could leave on your college applications. It would be a true shame if your secret business reached the headmasters ears...." Blaine didnt need to remind Kurt of all the things he would lose - college, future financial stability and personal pride, everything would be lost in a flash.

"Blaine..."

Five olive toned fingers snuck under the hem of Kurts button up shirt and over a thin white tank top. "Its not just you that Im worried about. What about Jeff, Nick, Sebastian and Hunter? All four of them buy your services and if they were caught cheating, then well...It wouldnt be pretty for anyone. In case I need to remind you. Jeff and Hunter have anger management issues that have led to physical violence in the past; and Nick and Sebastian have high connections in the political circuit. They would leave you and your father ruined. I would hate for that to happen. It would be an awful disgrace for the Hummel name, and such a terrible waste of your intelligence." The hand on Kurts abdomen gently pressed down and began rubbing circles. "I also know about your fathers health. I have a bad feeling it would break his heart if he knew his precious little son was cheating and whoring his brains out for money."

"Blaine!" Fear drove Kurt into shouting. "I mean...Blaine. W-w-why are you saying this? Does the headmaster know? Who knows about this? We have to stop him!"

"Dont worry Sexy, no one outside our little circle knows the truth. As of now, everything is fine and no investigations are underway." Finger by finger, Blaines warn hand slipped beneath the white tank top and his nails lightly teased pale bare skin. A deep inhalation from Kurt caused Blaine to secretly smile. "Can I tell you a little story?" Like a snake, Blaine slithered his arm up the center Kurts abdomen and chest - allowing the crease of his elbow to pull Kurts shirt upwards. "We should probably get comfortable for this."

Time felt surreal and displaced for Kurt as Blaine pulled his weak body up the bed. The jerking movements lasted until Kurt was fully laying down with his head against a fluffy black pillow. "I...What...?"

The bed barely shifted as the shorter boy towering next to Kurt, lifted his left leg and fully straddled his former salesman and current prey. The warmth between his legs felt perfect and rightfully in place. "How bad are your eyes without glasses?" Skipping the opportunity for Kurt to answer, Blaine brushed both his hands against Kurts trembling checks before removing the glasses all together. Without the hindrance of black frames or thick lenses the hunter was better able to stare down and admire the beautiful blue eyes beneath him. "Have you ever considered wearing contacts before? Dont get me wrong. With or without glasses, youre still sexy."   

"Please... I cant see without my glasses." Kurt cried - too afraid to push Blaines partially nude body off of him. Blaine was holding too many cards in a game he couldnt afford to lose. "Please give them back to me. Why are you doing this?"

"I know how much you enjoy admiring me, Sexy. Dont worry, Ill allow you more time to relish my body later. For now, however, all you need is your hearing - its story time."

A whimper escaped from Kurt when the first button on his shirt came undone. Matters didnt help his fear when he realized that he could feel the other boys cock touching his inner thigh.

"Two years ago I was minding my own business, secretly picking through the population of boys worthy to be my first fuck. I was deeply torn between Jeff and Sebastian when Nick disrupted my concentration." A second button on Kurts shirt came undone. "He mentioned a hot new twink who was going to start pimping out reports for the right price. I was immediately intrigued at the notion of a sexy twink who was willing to sell his services. I couldnt help but wonder how far his services could bend."

Blind, terrified and powerless, Kurt continued to lay passive beneath the boy who was playing with his future and clothes. How did he allow himself to get into this situation and position? He was a good student.

"Then I saw the twink that Nick was bragging about. I have to say, he wasnt wrong about you Kurt - you are gorgeous." Sensual and warm hands gripped Kurts face. To the best of his ability, Kurt tried to distinguish Blaines facial features, but all he could see was a vague and blurry mess. "It was at that moment I realized something. I didnt want you. I needed you. I needed you beneath my skin and in my bed. Of course such behaviors arent acceptable. Anderson men dont need anyone, others need us. I promised myself that I would keep my desires a secret until your needs outweighed my wants. In that case, you would be powerless and unable to leave or hurt me." The hands massaging Kurts face retracted back to the last three buttons on the shirt, and the hunter squeezed his legs tighter around his captured prey.

Kurt knew it shouldnt have been a surprise, but for whatever reason, the cold truth didnt fully hit him until added pressure touched his groin. It was then that the final puzzle piece fell into place. "Blaine!"

Surprisingly, Blaine removed his hand that was rubbing Kurts jean covered crotch and stared down at the beautiful body. Only a thin white tank top and pair of jeans separated him from the smooth flawless skin he yearned to suck and bruise.

"Im not going to rape you Kurt. Just say the word and Ill get off of you." Something in Blaines voice suggested that this was the truth. "You can take your hundred and twenty dollars and leave with your virtue untouched. Although, I warn you now. A hundred and twenty dollars plus your little savings wont be able to afford you a good lawyer. Im afraid you will get expelled and your future dreams will never happen." Sweet genuine concern falsely laced Blaine voice. "Oh, what a shame that would be."

"This is blackmail."  

"Blackmail is such an ugly term, Sexy." Unable to contain himself, Blaine lowered his hands and pulled Kurts white tank top and his dress shirt up and over his preys head.

Survival reflexes forced Kurt to lift his back and raise his arms - enabling Blaine to admire his tiny pink nipples and pale skin.

"I prefer to call this a new opportunity for you. I can make you, just as easily as I can break you. Please dont make me chose the latter. I really dont want to be the bad guy here."      

Without breaking the consistency of the evening, Kurt stayed submissive and at the mercy of the other junior. At Dalton he was one of the few scholarship-based students. The class ‘nerd who wears glasses and hand-me-down clothes from older boys. According to his peers, he studies too much and his social skills are impaired. In the past, none of that matter. He didnt need special privileges to escape from this life - he had his brains and that was all he needed, or so he thought. As it turns out, he also needs a clean reputation and honor tied to his name.

Whimpers and tears fell silent to internal screams of frustration. How had things gotten out of hand like this?

"Dont cry Babe. I will be gentle and take good care of you. I will buy you new clothes and contacts that will show off your pretty eyes. Anderson men always take care of their property. All you have to do is give me what I want. Then, after graduation we could move to Massachusetts together. It would be perfect."

"Im...Im not for sale...Please Blaine...dont do this. Please give me back my glasses." The struggle to breathe in combination with his blindness, left Kurt in a state of panic.

Hazel eyes harden and his hands gripped the sides of Kurts naked waist. "You are for sale, Sexy. Youre a salesman, remember? I bought your reports because I needed leverage over you. Now that you have sold it to me, there are other things I want to buy from you. If you rather be the school whore who sells himself in between study breaks than fine. I can work with that. Keep in mind, Andersons are nice people, but we will treat a whore like a whore." Finger prints left tomorrows bruises on the fair skin. "My father put my mother in this situation and she made the smart decision. My brothers wife did the same. Both of these woman are happy and the errors of their past are protected behind my father and brother. What will it be Kurt? Expulsion, life as a cheap slut, or a faithful boyfriend to me? Its your choice. If you want, then just say the word and Ill stop." The firmness in Blaines hands relax and the weight of his body rested around Kurts legs.

With this relaxation, the conversation became less vocal and more physical. Hands became grabby and desires became hungry.

Kurt couldnt see it, but he felt everything: the shift in the bed, warm lips sucking on his left nipple, black curls tickling his chin, and worst of all - growing tightness in his jeans. Shame and humiliation wouldnt have been as severe if his mouth didnt allow lustful moans to escape from the back of this throat unwillingly. His mind didnt want this, but basic biological survival needs were craving for Blaine to continue and to explore further down his body. Hes a healthy teenage boy. Its normal to want this and society knows it. There is nothing wrong with one boy desiring another boy to suck his cock while begging for more. Wait...no...no...no...

"B-B-Blaine. Please dont do this?" Similar to Blaines falsely innocent voice, Kurts husky voice didnt match his terrified protests. Plus the bulge in his pants didnt help his argument. "Im not ready for this...I dont want this."

"What you want is irrelevant. If I were you, Id be more concerned with your needs. Tell me Sexy, what do you need from me?" Simultaneously and with perfect symmetry, Blaine tickled his fingers down Kurts arms until both their arms were fully stretched out and at ninety-degree angels to the rest of their bodies. The grand four post bed had plenty of room for their starfish positions. "Do you need me to keep your secret safe? Do you need me to help support you? I know you have big dreams after high school. Do you need my help getting there?" The length of their fingers tangled and untangled with each word.

Silence answered the questions and only shaky gasps protested against Blaine from leaning downwards and sucking on the curve of Kurts throat. Vibrations from the sucking rewarded Blaine with another shameless moan from his prey.  As a true hunter enjoying the flesh of his game, the darker haired boy ground his hips downwards and pulled Kurts arms to a hundred and eighty degree angle. From here, Blaine gripped both pale wrists with one hand.

"Im not going to rape you Kurt. Tell me to stop and I will."  Even while saying this, Blaine withdrew a hidden set of handcuffs from under the pillow Kurt was resting against.  "Youre welcome to leave at any time. Do you want me to stop?"

Want? Of course Kurt wanted Blaine to stop. He wanted to be fully dressed and far away from the man on top of him. But was that even an option at this point?

Click...click...

Cold mental surrounded Kurts right wrist. The newly imprisoned trap barely reached recognition in Kurts brain before additional metal circled around his other wrist. "Blaine!" Blind and now immobile, the thinner boy tried to pull his arms down, but the restraint of handcuffs fastened to an unseen bar or loop didnt allow the motion. "What are you doing? What are you doing?"       

"Shh-shh," hot breath warmed Kurts cheeks and a wet kissed followed. "You still havent told me to stop. Admit it Sexy, you need this. You need me and everything Im doing. Luckily for you, I want this just as much as you need it." The same two hands that previously groped and fondled the pale smooth body, slowly teased their way down the flat abdomen and towards the long awaited goal of Kurts jean buttons.

Additional tears rolled down Kurts trembling face and over his silent lips. Apart of Kurt knew Blaine would stop if he asked, but the threats being held against him were sure to follow. He couldnt allow that to happen. His father sacrificed so much for him and he wouldnt disappoint him. It was bad enough that he was gay, and uninterested in cars and sports. It was only through his loving and loyal nature that was he was truly able to make his father proud. He couldnt ruin that now. Too deep in his own tears and worried thoughts, Kurt didnt resistant or kick when Blaine removed his jeans and ultimately his briefs.  Was this his life from now on? A toy that rich boys can play with? Blaine said he would reward him with wealth and nice clothes. If that becomes true, then would that make him a prostitute? 

"B-B-B-Blaine..." It would be so much easier to concentrate if he had his sight and Blaine wasnt sucking on his navel. "I-I-Im not a p-p-p-prostitute."

Sucking temporary paused. "Youre only a prostitute if you want to be one. I would prefer if you used the term boyfriend. Thats what my mother called by father before they got married. Our situation is completely normal." As if the conversation was perfectly casual, Blaine added. "Penny, my sister-in-law, wasnt comfortable when my brother threatened to reveal her nasty shoplifting hobby to the public. With her father as the town sheriff, it would have caused quite the scandal." Blaine slightly paused and granted his hands the privilege to explore new untouched virgin skin beneath him. Wherever his fingers trailed, tiny goose bumps appeared. "Thankfully for Penny and her familys name, she was smart. She did what was asked of her, and Cooper never told anyone that she was behind the grand robbery that put her hometown on lock down for three days and two nights. It all worked out in the end. On their wedding day Penny was able to keep her pride and Cooper got his girl - see, everyone was happy. We can be just as happy."

The raven haired boy smiled without explaining the story further. The complete narrative did not matter anyway. It was no concern of Kurts that it was Cooper who secretly introduced Penny into a life of crime. Without Cooper, then Penny would still be teaching second grade and living her mundane existence. It only was through foolishly and thoughtlessly actions that led her into Coopers perfectly set trap.

Gentle lips return to the soft navel that they were previously enjoying. The sweet smell and taste of vanilla and sandalwood motivated Blaine to take his time and appreciate the fear and arousal flourishing from within his prey. He wasnt in a hurry tonight, nor would he be in a hurry any time soon. Someone like Kurt was meant to be enjoyed and cherished before thoroughly fucked.

"Sexy, I know youre a virgin. The way your body trembles by the touches of another man is evidence enough. Although I have to say, I underestimated you." Kurt couldnt see it, but he could hear humor in Blaines voice. "I never for a minute considered the possibility that you would wax. Tell me Sexy. Why do you wax? Are you preparing your body for a special someone?" Warm air breathed down on the Kurts embarrassingly hard member. "Or do you come to my dorm each week, secretly hoping that I will chain you down and claim you with my hands, mouth and cock?" Words temporary paused as Blaine lifted one of the pale hairless legs and rested it over his bare shoulders. "If you want me to stop, then just say the word. I will uncuff you and give you back your clothes. Or..." For the first time, wet pre-licked lips, kissed the head of Kurts uncovered sex. "Or I could give you what you really need. I will swallow everything you have to offer and make you a beautiful broken mess. All your bundled up energy will be released. I already own you Sexy. You might as well reap the rewards entailed with my power over you." Closed lips kissed Kurts sex once more.

"Oh my...!" Incohesive words turned into random moans and sharp gasps as the kiss touching his cock widened and a warm mouth took in his member. "Ah!" Kurt curled his toes and widen his legs further apart. The uncontrollable desire to run his fingers through Blaines curly black hair and push himself deeper was restricted by the inconvenient chains around his wrists. "Oh-oh-oh!" The ability to hear his own shameless screams, fell deaf to the sensation of a tongue massaging the underside of his cock. "I dont want this...I dont want this...ah...yes!"

Blaine pulled back and a devilish-satisfied grin grew on his red swollen lips. "I knew you would like this. Unless you ask me to continue, then Im going to stop now. What will it be Sexy? Do you need me to finish what I started?"

"B-B-Blaine..." Kurts pale rib cage rose and fell with each deep inhalation of air. His pink nipples were still hard and sweet sweat was rolling down the sides of his face. "B-B-Blaine..."

"Thats not an answer Sexy?"

Thin rings of blue iris surround Kurts fully dilated pupils. Too dizzy and tense from the sudden loss of pleasure consuming his cock, Kurt didnt acknowledge the absence of the weight previously on top of him. It wasnt until several breaths later, before he began to realize that Blaines warm body was gone. Cold shame slapped Kurt with a reminder of his situation. What did he just do? "Blaine...where are you?"

A desk drawer closed. "Im right here Sexy. I just need to do something really quick." Another drawer slid open and closed again.

There was something joyfully sinister in Blaines voice, and it made the knots in Kurts stomach twist, and the taste of bile rose in his mouth. "W-w-what are you doing."

Click. Click. Click.

This time no metal wrapped its way around his wrists. In fact, nothing physical touched his body, but hot sparks of embarrassment burned his eyes. Kurt knew that sound all too well.

Click. Click. Click.

Persistent clicking sounds and footsteps walked around the bed with an eager bounce. The only time Blaine lowered the digital camera was to adjust the bedding and lightening. He needed to make Kurt look as sinful as possible - not that he needed to put much effort in it. An aroused virgin was a hot kink all by itself, add handcuffs and proper lightening, and Kurt was the secret dirty fantasy for every horny boy at Dalton. If these pictures were to become public, then there would be no unaroused boy, gay or straight, in Kurts presence. Oh, what a tragedy if these pictures were to be leaked...

Click. Click. Click.

"Please stop..." Kurt tried crossing his legs and covering his sex, but he did so without success. "Delete those...please." 

"I cant delete these pictures, Kurt. You look so beautiful right now."

The black mass looming next to him cleared as Blaine restored his glasses and his returned vision. Hazel eyes and red lips were the first and only things to consume Kurts sight. Those eyes have seen him like no one else has; and those lips have touched and sucked what no one has ever touched or sucked before. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Dont worry Sexy, this is normal. Its what my father did to my mother, and what Cooper did to Penny. We Anderson men like to play it safe - we always get insurance on our property." A solid hold gripped Kurts chin. "I dont want to world to see you like this, Kurt. But test me and I will show them. Ill post these pictures across the internet with your name and service fee below it. Once this happens, then you will become a prostitute. Please, dont make me do this do you." 

Lustful dilation in Kurts eyes lessened and its former state of blue reappeared.   

"You have until Friday to make up your mind. If youre not naked in my bed by nine Oclock on Friday night, then I will notify the headmaster about your academic misconduct. If Im not inside you by ten Oclock, then these lovely pictures will be public domain. And dont for a second think you can outsmart me. The world is my playground and I never lose. Do you understand what Im telling you?"

Over the loud pulsing sounds in his ears, Kurt was able to recognize the other juniors words. A simple head nod was all Kurt offered to the conversation. His tongue felt like sandpaper and his cock was forgetting the warmth of Blaines mouth around it.

"When you come to me on Friday, youre not allowed to cry, argue or say you dont want this." The hunter instructed his naked and defeated prey. "Dont forget who is doing who the favor. You need me. I only want you." A firm and possessive kiss landed square on Kurts unexpected and inexperienced lips. The bitter taste of tears didnt stop Blaine from branding his name in Kurts mouth. Once the shorter boy finished he slowly pulled back and whispered - a thin string of saliva connected the two mouths. "Dont forget the difference."

...

Fifteen years later:

A sweet aroma of homemade cookies and fudge gladly filled Blaine Andersons nostrils upon entering the front door. The handsome thirty-two year old lawyer didnt need to set his brief case down before forming the conclusion that he was wise to come home early.  As far as the rest of the household occupants were concerned, he wasnt scheduled to return from work for another five hours. His decision to make special arrangements and come home unannounced was driven by two factors. The first being his husband - his dear beautiful and sexy husband who has recently become a little too obedient. It was different, Kurt Anderson no longer shuttered during their morning good-bye kisses, and for the past month he began initiating experimental kinks in the bedroom. It was uncharacteristic, but by no means unwelcomed.

Blaine knew it was only a matter of time before Kurt forgot why he was angry and happily accept his role as a stay-at-home husband and father.  It took Blaines mother four years of marriage before she accepted her situation, and Penny Anderson lasted seven years. Ten years after Blaine claimed Kurts virginity at Dalton, the shorter man began wondering if he was being too easy on his husband. Kurt didnt cling to him like his mother did to his father. Nor did Kurt try stealing him away at family reunions for bathroom quickies like Penny did to Cooper? At the time it didnt make sense, but three months ago when Kurt gave him a sober-naked lap dance in the sauna the puzzle pieces fell into place. Initially he was happy, however pleasure turned into disappointment when he realized how much he loved Kurts resistance and anger towards him.

Disappointment lasted until yesterday morning when phone call reached Blaines cell phone. The person calling him was none other than his son Connors nanny. This phone call marked the second factor that motivated Blaine to cancel his afternoon meetings and come home earlier.

Ever since Conner Andersons birth, Kurt resoundingly protested against Blaines decision to hire a nanny.

"I dont need a stranger helping me raising my son. I can do this on my own." Kurt didnt care if the nanny in her early thirties heard him screaming. It was better if the woman knew her place with him.

"Oh Sexy, of course you need help. Besides, all Anderson children are raised by nannies. My mom was a stay at home mother, but she was too busy keeping her face pretty and her body in shape to take care of us." The conversation ended with a condescending kiss on the lips. "Just because we have a son now, doesnt mean youre excused from your fitness plans and skin regimens. I need you looking good for me; and I would hate it if you outgrew all the nice clothes I bought you."  

Two days later and the guest room became he nannys room. Three days later and Kurt skipped Conners bedtime lullaby for a strenuous swim session.

Thus it was quite surprising yesterday morning when the nanny called and explained to Blaine that his husband had fired her. The nanny, in her personal dislike towards Kurt, added that the pale man abandoned his three hour swim trainings and yoga sessions in favor of playtime and unhealthy lunches with Conner. The beautiful act of rebellion, caused a spark of youthful lust in Blaine. Punishing Kurt is so much funnier than rewarding.  The next day Blaine arranged a meeting with the nanny and reinstated her with her former job.

Blaine kept eerily silent and loosened his maroon tie. The sheer volume of the number of rules his dear husband was breaking was giving him a special tightness his in dress pants. He couldnt wait to see the limp in Kurts walk tomorrow, but first things first.

Around the corner and into the open kitchen stood the other Mr. Anderson. Kurt was wearing a simple white apron over his clothes and stirring a bowel of homemade cookie frosting. Fifteen years later and Kurt was still as sexy as ever. Time and age had been nothing but kind to his high school sweetheart. 

Leaning over the counter and watching his father bake was a messy black haired boy with hazel eyes. Its not a not a secret who Conners biological father is. He is an Anderson through and through.

"Surprise!" Blaine smiled and shouted.

Conner was the first to respond to the unexpected guest. "Papas home early!" As quickly as a four year old can move, Conner raced off the kitchen stool and sprinted into his fathers arms. The rapid and sudden response, rewarded the child with a frantic attack of tickles and kisses. "Papa stop! Why are you home early? We just had lunch."

"You and Nanny?" Blaine never referred or introduced the nanny by her real name. In the corner of his eyes he watched Kurt stiffen and push the bowel of pink frosting away from him - perfect.

"No, daddy and I ate sandwiches and grapes." Conner could talk for hours without tiring. "I dont know where Nanny went. Do you know where she is?"  

"I do!" Blaine cheered. Smiling in his husbands direction before looking back at the boy in his arms. "She is waiting for you next to the front door. She has a special surprise for you.

Conner mimicked his father eager smile, although his smile was far more innocent. "What is it?"

"If I told you, then it wouldnt be a secret. Heres a hint...." Fully aware of the weight of Kurts eyes on him, Blaine leaned forward and whispered into Conners ears.  The impact on his words immediately widened the childs eyes and he frantically pushed himself out of his fathers arms.

"I got to go! I got to go!" Conner ran in three circles before running towards the front door where Nanny was waiting for him. "Bye daddy! Bye papa!"

Familiar knots twisted inside Kurt and the thought of Conner leaving the house drowned him with a sense of panic. "Conner stop!" Two strong arms materialized around Kurt and prevented the lean body from running after their son.

"Have fun Conner! See you tomorrow!" The dark haired man added as a precaution to derail his son from coming back to the kitchen. However, based on the little secret he whispered into his sons ear, he doubted that Kurts words would make him turn around.

Silence prevailed with the slamming of the front door and the stilling of the jingle bells on the Christmas wreath. That, in combination with the forbidden smell of chocolate, made the atmosphere in the kitchen thick with tension.

"Wheres Conner going you jerk?" Kurt tried to fight back, but the arms around him kept him pinned down.

A sloppy kiss landed on Kurts cheeks. "Im disappointed in you, Sexy. I thought you finally accepted our life together. I guess I was wrong." Blaine licked his lips. "Why did you fire the nanny? Why have you been extra playful in bed? Where you trying to trick me before running away with my kid?"

"Blaine stop..." Kurt struggled and tried to free himself. "Get off of me."

"Get off of you?" Blaine darkly chuckled. "Thats a first, normally youre begging me to get on you.  Your ass and my cock have become best friends. Its not nice for you to impede on their pounding friendship." A firm grind and violent thrust of the hips, pushed Kurt against the kitchen counter top with Blaines chest touching Kurts back. "I see Ive spoiled you too much and left you in a state of want. Dont forget dear husband of mine you need me more than I want you. If you keep these naughty behaviors up, then Ill lose interest in you and you will be royally fucked up. Remember those pretty pictures I took of you at Dalton. I have updated versions of them after you turned 18, and so much more. Did you know over the past fifteen years weve made at least twenty sex tapes - do you remember all those time when we played intruder and I wore a scary mask? As it turns out, we were making a sex tap. Let me just tell you, Kurt look smoking hot in those videos....I wonder how much the guys at work would pay for them."

Kurt relaxed his fight. Did Blaine really make sex tapes of them without his permission or knowledge?

"You would be surprised if you knew how often guys asked about you and offer to be a third member in some three-way action with us. Of course, as your loving and dotting husband, I always defended your honor and kept details of our sex life to a minimum. For example, I never tell them how loudly you scream, but I do tell them that youre always begging for more." Blaine slid his hands beneath Kurts apron and undid the buttons and lowered the zipper on Kurts designer jeans. "I bet they would love to see you in all your glory."  

"Im sick of this, Blaine!" Kurt screamed when the top of his jeans hit the floor. For better or for worse, he respected Blaines ‘no underwear rule today. "You once said you would stop if I told you to. Im telling you to now, stop! You cant keep blackmailing me to stay with you!" As if he was a child, a firm slap hit his exposed butt. "Blaine, you said...!"

The shorter, yet stronger man paused and undid the belt of his black dress pants - relieving the tension consuming his sex. There was something about Kurts stubborn and relentless flight that left him forever hard. Maybe its for the best that he never push his aggression towards his husband as heavily and his father and brother did towards their respective wives. For the past few days when he believed Kurt was obedient enough to stay without motivation, Blaine realized that the sex was less satisfying and eventful.

"Weve gone over this. Its not blackmail, and I would prefer if you called me your husband. You agreed to marry me, and you took my last name." Another slap made contact with Kurts ass. "You know Sexy, you should have gotten on the nannys good side. She really doesnt like you." A third spank echoed in the kitchen and the pale skin darkened another shade of pink. "She once told me that she would be more than happy to report you to the police, and tell them that she saw you abusing Conner on a number of different occasions."

Kurt didnt feel or hear the fourth slap. How could the nanny even say such a thing? Hes a wonderful father. "I would never hurt my son!"

"Technically he is my son. Next, you dont have to hurt Conner for the nanny to tell the police and for them to believe her. Tell me to stop. Tell me to get off of you." The dark haired man wearing a black suit jacket and no pants or underwear mocked. "Utter those words again and your sorry ass will be locked away. I bet the boys in the jailhouse would love to celebrate the holiday season in your sweet-sweet ass."

As if he was still wearing his glasses and nervously fiddling with his uniform tie, Kurt allowed the familiar feelings of passiveness to swallow him whole. "Conner... is my son too. He needs me. You cant separate us...Please"

"He needs you or you need him? Men with Anderson blood in their veins dont need anything." Blaine spat on his hand and coated the saliva on his cock. "What will it be Kurt? You have control of your own fate." The red hand print on Kurts pale skin greatly tickled Blaine with impatience. "Silence isnt an option today. I want to hear you say you need me. Do you need me?"

The bowel of pink frosting and drying fudge laid ruined as manipulative violence and sexual lust plagued and compromised the integrity of the innocent naturally lit kitchen. The sweet treats were designed to be friendly Christmas gifts to neighbors and friends, instead everything would end up in the trash.

"Nanny told me you stopped exercising every day, and now I find you baking cookies without permission. Tell me Sexy, how much did you eat? How many calories do I have to help you burn off? Its probably a good thing that Conner will be gone all night. But first, theres something I want to hear you say."

There wasnt a battle to lose - there never was. Lessons to be learned: needs always triumphant wants. "I need you...Blaine." Kurt gripped the edges of the counter top, bracing himself for the pressure that was about to enter him. "I need you and I will always need you."

"Thats more like it. Say it again." The alignment of Blaines cock match the perky little hole that needed to be filled. "How much do you need me?" With the completion of his sentence and without further motivation, the two bodies slide together and became one burning unit of hot passion.

Thirsty and burning hisses eruptive from the receiver in the transaction. By now Kurt wished that his body would stay permanently loose enough to accept Blaine without proper preparation. It would save him the pain and Blaine the satisfaction that feed his power hype.

"Say what I want you to say." Blaine growled like a wolf and steadied his hands against Kurts hips - his breath hot against his husbands ear. With or without concern of his own gentleness, the hunter pulled himself out of his prey. "Say it." He pushed back in, a little deeper this time, completely loving each tremble in Kurts aroused body.

"I need you. I need you. I need you." With each reminder of his internal debt, Blaine picked up his pace and intensified his thrusts. "I need you. I need you."

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The End