Too Much Talking

"Hello doctor," Blaine Anderson whistled and meowed. The chains around his wrists collided loudly with the metal table he was restrained against.  "I knew you couldnt stay away from me for too long." Blaine momentarily paused, pretending or imaging that the doctor was experiencing the same distress. "I know how you feel, Sexy. Ive been thinking about you all week too. Ive been imaging what your sweet sweat will smell like after a few blissful rounds of bedroom agony."  

The newly arrived doctor frowned and the detained inmate made a comically loud moan. "Oh Sexy, you know how much I love your little bitch face. Its a critical detail in all my late hour fantasies. Its the face I try to recreate on all the lesser boys here. Its the face I chase after until I fall down the rabbit hole and into your wonderland - your body is definitely a wonderland."

"Mr. Anderson!" Dr. Kurt Hummel forced himself to greet his next patient. A large armed guard stood watch outside to the open door. "I am here for your weekly 4:30 appointment per government requirement, nothing more and nothing less."

Dr. Hummel proceeded to sit on a cold metal chair across the table from the chained inmate. Behind Kurt was a large one sided mirror where additional security would occasionally observe. However today, security was limited to the one guard standing outside the door. Other than the mirror, metal table and artificial fluorescent light, the room was empty and plain

 "Oh hot cheeks. You dont have to get technical with me. Im not that kind of man." Blaine slowly licked his lips and leisurely lowered his gaze up and down the doctors lean body. "How about we skip to the part where you frisk me? Or we could switch these handcuffs to you and I could give you a deep body search? Now that I think about it..." The dark haired man straightened his posture and peaked over the table towards the doctors lap. "You walked in here rather comfortably."

"Mr. Anderson." Kurt tried to interrupt.

The sound of doctors exhaustive sigh seemed to only add fuel to the fire stirring within his patient. "I knew it. You didnt follow the assignment I gave you. Naughty-naughty Sexy, what a bad boy youve been. Yes, someone definitely needs to be punished."

Kurt clicked the end of his pen and flipped open his messenger bag. The ‘assignment Blaine was referring to was self-masturbation followed by a butt plug. In Blaines words, ‘If I cant touch you, then allow my words to guide your hands. I expect you to come to me full this time next week. I look forward to seeing a limp in your walk and your painful expression when you sit down.

"My name is Doctor Hummel and I am not that kind of doctor. You will remain where you are. Do as I say." Kurt Hummel ordered and opened his leather bound notebook. The session has not even officially started and his mind was already filling with notes.

Blaine Anderson is definitely a character for Kurt to analyze. He is a unique hybrid of bipolar and manic with limited attention and a sex obsession. Such traits made it difficult for Kurt to establish and maintain a steady conversation with the inmate.

"Normally I dont like my bottoms bossy, but I cant imagine you anything less that just that." Blaine leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Tell me, the last time you allowed a guy to fuck you - did you get on your hands and knees for him, or were you flexible for him? Something tells me you can become quite the flexible little slut when you want to be." Kurt glared and Blaine smiled. "I want you harder, faster." The inmate proceeded to impersonate the doctor with a high voice. "Yes, right there. Oh dont stop!"

Before becoming a psychiatrist in the federal state penitentiary, Kurt Hummel prided himself on living a simple and academic based life. At the age of sixteen he graduated high school and began studying psychiatry at Columbia University with a special interest in criminal minds. Once Kurt earned his undergraduate degree he was accepted to medical school. Post-graduation Kurt began a four year residency in various asylums and penitentiaries across the country. Now, at the young age of twenty-eight, he is a licensed psychiatrist in the state of Ohio with a special interest in rape and murder.

"I am your doctor, Mr. Anderson. You will talk and respect me as such."

"Listen Sexy, I want to fuck you and I know youre not the blushing virgin you pretend to be. Trust me I know a virgin when I see one, and youre not one. Something tells me that those legs of yours have been open for play for some time."

The story of Blaine Anderson is less simple and more confusing. The inmate from cell nine is twenty-seven years olds and very little is known about him aside from that. After the age of five Blaine transferred between multiple foster homes until he was fourteen, when he ran away. Nothing was known about him until traces of his DNA were detected in a brutal rape and murder case. From that point forth, it was not difficult for the police to find and arrest him.

Kurt loudly cleared his throat and returned the conversation back to the matter of concern. "Mr. Anderson, how have you been since the last time I saw you?"   

"Seriously Sexy, thats the question youre going to ask me? ‘How am I doing?" The inmate mocked the doctors voice. "Talk about textbook boring. There are so many better things we could talk about, or better yet, things we could do. If the government wanted me to talk about my feelings, then they wouldnt have sent over a tall twink who is my favorite flavor of ice cream. If I didnt know any better Id say the judge wants this hook up to happen." Blaine unexpectedly changed subjects again. "Has my good little boy gone bad on me? First you didnt complete your assignment, and now youre defying the judges clear instruction to strip and then give me a blow job under the table. Tsk-tsk Sexy, what would your parents and teachers think?"

"Mr. Anderson!" Kurt warned.

"Its hot when you call me that. Tell me, did you go to a private school? Did you used to whine and moan beneath your professors as they compromised your virginity and virtue? Is that how you got into medical school?" Blaine erratically and energetically developed his story. His voice crackled between the fringes of eagerness and hunger.  "Listen, I hear the guards and other inmates talk about you - you the pretty doctor with legs that wont stop and a mouth too full of words. You and I both know that they will never be able to satisfy you. No, you want a real man who can keep your ass full and sore."

The guard slammed his metal baton against the wall, reminding the inmate where he was and who he was.

Kurt made a silent scribble in his notebook. "Mr. Anderson, I need you to..."

Blaines eyes widened and he bent his left leg and sat on it. "Oh, is that what you want. What you need? Mr. Anderson. You want a big strong daddy figure who can kiss all your boo-boos away?   Ive never had a father, but I think you and I could work something out. How about we begin with you sucking on a nice pacifier?  It shouldnt take you too long to find it." The dark haired man winked. "Its showing if you look under the table."

There were many things Kurt could have responded with. However the easiest route was chosen. "Tell me about you father. What is he like?"

"Sexy, your mouth must be more talented than Ive been imaging. Otherwise how in the world did you graduate medical school?"

Another note was recorded.

"Oh, let me guess, were your high school teachers too busy driving into your tight hole that they forgot to teach you how to listen." Kurt paled and Blaine smirked. "Well allow me to repeat. I dont have a father. Dont get me wrong. I have a sperm donor, but he abandoned the underage sixteen year old once he finished her off. Now that I think about it, sperm can live for a day or two. He may have skipped town before I was even conceived." Blaine laughed as if this story was a comic piece. "Instead, why dont you tell me about your father? How does he feel about his precious baby boy becoming a slut who sleeps around for good grades and career advancements?"

Blaine fingers gently caressed the table legs he was chained to. Kurt noticed the gesture, but kept that particular bit of knowledge secret from his patient. It is safe for Kurt to assume that Blaine would have made a suggestive remark about how he rather be fondling the doctors legs than the table.

"How old were you when you lost your v-card?" Blaine blurted out. The orange suit he was dressed in made his eyes and smile appear extra sinister and wild. "Was it romantic? Did you know the guy? Or did your fifteen year old self end up playing pounce-pounce with some fat forty-year old in a gas station rest stop?" The inmate plainly spoke. "Did he smell like tobacco and alcohol too? Did you want to scream and cry, but he told you to shut up because his wife and daughters were waiting for him in their family minivan?"

The base of Kurts pen stopped moving. "Mr. Anderson?" Kurt lowered his notebook. Blaine Anderson never mentioned his past before. "Did that happen to you?"

"Oh dont give me your sympathy. He gave me fifty buck for it and with that money I was able to buy some food and hitchhike my way to California. Mr. Fat Hands Family Man wasnt the only person I got friendly with on the trip. Whenever a kind stranger picked me up my hands, mouth or ass found a way to express my gratitude." Blaine spoke causally. "It all worked out in the best. It was in San Francisco where I met people of my kind."

"What kind is that?"

"Who do you think? Heres a hint. They were the ones wearing the handcuffs and I didnt bore them with lame talk." Blaine answered in a single breath. "Answer my question. How old were you? Who was he? Dont be shy. We all want to know."

Kurts nervously glanced towards the guard on standby. The muscular man had his back turned against them and a gun strapped to his belt.  His name is Dave Karofsky. For the past five months since Kurt started working here he has spoken with the guard seven times. Each time Dave expressed interest in the doctor and the potential of a date. The offer was declined all seven times.

Dave the guard did not wear an orange suit with a number on the back. Although, at times Kurt believed Dave should be. The guard was unnecessary forceful with the inmates and more than one time did the guards hands ‘accidently pat, tap or touch Kurts backside. The first time it happened Kurt trusted that the act was honest, however after a lingering squeeze and an offer for drinks in a shady bar the doctor stopped trusting Dave.   

"Mr. Anderson Im not here to talk about myself. Im here to talk about you. I want to help you."

"Youre a little too late to help me in the way you want." Blaine hissed. "If you really want to help me, then you would stop torturing me. It isnt polite to chain me down and not even try to relieve my problem. My babys pacifier is in pain." A loud and whiny voice cried. "It needs your sweet little mouth to ease the hurt."

"That is enough, Mr. Anderson. Im your doctor. If you will not talk to me, then I cannot help you. Ive read your files. I know all about you. You were arrested a year ago and later charged with five counts of rape and two counts of second degree murder. You will never walk a free man again." The blood in Kurts veins dropped a few degrees. Kurt knew from the beginning that Blaine Anderson was a dangerous man. However, it did not help calm his nerves that Blaine did not appear the least bit remorseful or phased by the charges against him.  "Wouldnt you like me to help you develop a sense of peace of mind?"

Kurt could hear his own words fall in the air like still birds.

Blaine was tired and ready for a new conversation.

"As much as I love our 4:30 weekly sessions, I have a little secret for you."

The doctor had no other choice than to play along. "What secret is that?"

"I feel like all weve done since you arrived is talk. How about we take a break from talking and play a little game. Have you ever played a game called ‘Mirror-Mirror?" Blaine did not give Kurt a chance to respond or reroute the conversation. "What am I saying? Of course you have. This game was designed for pretty faces like yours. The game is rather simple. You free me from these chains, and I take you against the mirror standing up. As far as I can tell everyone wins in this game. You get fucked, I fuck you and watch you get fucked, and everyone on the other side of the mirror can have a full frontal view of you and all your glory. Who knows, maybe someone will be dry humping you on the other side. As long as he hot and not Pork Chop over there, then Im all game."

Dave took a swing of his baton and banged it into the metal door frame.

"Relax Pork Chop," Blaine shouted from his chair. "Ill allow you into the observation room. After all, thats the closest youll ever get to see Sexy without his pants on."

"Mr. Anderson," Kurt waved Dave away. Kurt was here to talk and nothing else. "You and I arent playing your game. Instead tell me about your secret."

Blaine licked his lips. Kurts question was completely ignored. "We wouldnt play Mirror-Mirror right away. We would need to build up to it first. We would start off with is a game called ‘Search Me Clean. The premise of the sport is also straightforward. Someone chains you up and bolts you down and three separate people strip you naked and search all your nocks and crannies until they know youre clean. After this we may or may not play ‘Interrogation. Interrogation is also fun. It would require you, me and a third person." Blaine paused and glared at Dave. The guard was unwelcomingly staring at Kurt. "Dont get excited Porky Pork Chop, unless its a pig, then you will not be porking anyone."

Dave slammed his baton against the wall, but otherwise stayed silent.

"Now where was I? Oh yes, in this game a friend and I take turns...trying to will information out of you. Whoever gets the information out of you first, get to decide to which hole he gets to fuck. You wont be allowed to release yourself until after my friend and I do. After a few rounds of Interrogation, Mirror-Mirror will be a nice break for you."

"Mr. Anderson."

"I can see it now." Blaine tried to stand up, but the restrains kept him down. "While were playing Interrogation, your arms will be tied with chains attached to the ceiling and your ankles will be chained to different corners on a cold metal table. Friend and I will take turns playing with you in four minute intervals. After thirty minutes of complete sexual agony and no release on your part, my friend and I will be impressed. Our moments of awe will also be short lived when we realize that we forgot to ungag you from Search Me Clean so you were never able to share your secret even if you wanted to end the game.  After that the game ends quickly."

"Speaking of secrets," Kurt nearly had to shout to overpower Blaines excitement. "What secret were you talking about?"

Blaine rolled his head from side to side. "Oh you want to talk about that again. Here I am giving you and Pork Chop ‘getting off material and you want to talk about my secret. Whatever - its fine with me. I know when youre chained up and Im free there wont be any talking. Now for my secret," the inmate puckered his lips and kissed the air. "If I said the secret would cost you a kiss, then what would you say? Let me guess, the answer would be ‘no." Blaine pretended that Kurt answered his questions. "Fair enough, you like to talk. It seems to me that youre under the impression that talking is the new form of sex."

Additional notes were taken by Kurt.

"Ill tell you my secret, if you answer my questions from before. How old were you when someone popped your cherry? Did you like the guy? How old was he? Did you cry afterwards?" Without skipping a beat the inmate kept talking. "Trust me Sexy. My secret is well worth your secret. If thats not enough for you," Blaine shifted his weight and straightened his left leg and sat on his right leg. "Allow me to add to the ante. My secret directly affects you and our future together. Come on Sexy, talk to me." Blaine purred and massaged the word ‘talk as if it was the dirtiest and most primal of words. "I know you want to know. Ill make your secret worth the effort." The inmate continued to grind his words into the doctors ears. "I wont leave you high and dry like all your past lovers."

Kurt knew better than to believe Blaines words. Someone like the man across the table from him was a liar and thief. He would say anything for a cheap drink and cheaper bed warmer.

"Sexy, I may not have a fancy degree like you, but Im just as good, if not a better, people-reader. I can tell your first and only lover," Blaine whispered that last part out of respect, "Was not the most gentle of men. Let me guess it was traumatic and painful for you." Unsympathetic would be the best word to describe the inmate. "Given that youre twenty-eight and already a doctor Ill assume you graduated high school early. If I was a betting man Id say it was a bald -bacon smelling-closeted-high school teacher who opened your trembling legs for some action. Did he take you full penetration that first time, or did he let you practice blowing him first?"

Kurt did not say anything and he lost mobility in his arms.

"Is that why you graduated high school earlier than planned? You wanted to get the hell out of dodge before that man could penetrate you again, or worse, your perfect school boy façade got ruined. We couldnt have allowed that to happen, could we?" Blaines words shifted from a gentle lover to the violent person that he is. "I know Im right, Sexy. You dont need to be shy. If it makes you feel any better I bet you look even more sexy and gorgeous when youre wanting and whimpering below another man. Come on, tell me Im right and Ill tell you my secret."

Silence followed at the end of Blaine sentence.

The inmate was waiting for confirmation. The guard was mentally picturing the images that were previously described. The doctor was trying to turn off his memory and the feeling of unwanted touches and the sound of pants unzipping and dirty words growled into his ears.

"Lucky for you, your silence is conformation enough for me. Here is my secret, I can tell the future."

Kurt mentally forced and shoved the nasty thoughts out and away from his mind.  Even as a scared sixteen year old Kurt always knew that the best way to overcome fears was by facing it. As for now, those fears were personified and sitting directly in front of him.

 "Oh now youre a psychic?" The doctor distracted himself. Blaine hit more than one nerve within the doctor. "You never seize to amaze me. What does the future hold?" Kurt mocked.

Blaine either missed or ignored the cattiness within Kurts voice. "It involves my lawyer - slash - best friend with benefits." Kurt raised his perfectly shaped eyebrows. "He has proof of my...if you will... my innocence. Ill be out of this metal cage in less than two weeks. You said that you read my file. Did my file also mention that Im set for a retrial next week? Sebastian could have gotten it moved to today, but I wanted an excuse to see your sexy face again. Plus I wanted to tell you my secret and make plans for our future together."

The inmate seductively nibbled on his bottom lip and tugged on the chains restraining him.  "The secret is not my up and coming freedom." Blaine pulled on the handcuffs again. "Before I leave this place I plan on stealing this fun little metal toy. Im sure the state of Ohio would disapprove of the criminal act, but I was talking with Sebastian this morning. He told me that he has plenty of evidence to support my... innocence, and that well be able to sue the state for all the emotional distress it has caused me. I image the state of Ohio wont be able object if I claimed ownership of these cuffs. Still, that is a fun little secret to share. Thats a piece of your future: me free and you in these cuffs. What do you think?"

"Sebastian?" Other than one, there were not many lawyers with that name.

"I know what youre thinking. Yes, its the famous Sebastian Smythe"

Sebastian Smythe, the name slapped Kurt like a bucket of cold water. The tall manipulative lawyer is the embodiment of a flawed judicial system. He looks for loop holes in the law like children search for Waldo. He penetrates his words into the jurys mind and then proceeds to harshly fuck them until their submissive vote is in agreement with his argument. It is not a secret that the lawyer would rather a criminal walk free, than for his pride to lose a case. 

"Mr. Smythe," Kurt swallowed his hesitation and kept his voice falsely confident. "Mr. Smythe is your lawyer?"

"After I moved to California, as you can imagine, I did not have any money or a place to sleep. That all changed when I meet a generous law student ten years my senior. I wont make you jealous with the details, but trust me when I say that we established a good agreement." As if the words were not enough, Blaine winked and bucked his hips upwards. "Sebastian promised to get me out of here, and he will get me out of here. When I leave this place Im taking these handcuffs with me."

The artificial fluorescent lights continued to shine with the same intensity, yet the room seemed to be growing both lighter and darker. It was lighter in the fact that Blaine no longer looked like a typical prisoner whose threats were hollow and cheap. The man dressed in orange with wild hair was breathing like a human. His heart was working and pumping fresh blood.

At the same time, dark lust driven pupils were now two light sucking black holes.

"If you and Mr. Smythe are such great friends, then why didnt he represent you a year ago when you were under trial? Surely he would have helped you." Kurt did not mean for his voice to be as snarky as it was.

Blaine Anderson is bipolar, manic, and obsessive, why couldnt Kurt add delusion to the list and ease his nerves. The inmate is a dangerous man and no lawyer in an expensive suit should free him.

"Why would I want to be free? Im a boxer and fighter. I can take care of myself, and in a place like this, I can take care of all the careless twinks who were dumb enough to make the mistake of getting caught. Sebastian did not represent me because I wanted to be here and he did not want to lose a case." Blaine tugged on the chains again. "Now Ive had my fun. Besides one, Ive fucked all the boys worth the effort." Hazel eyes carved their way into the doctors blue irises. "However, in order for me to get to my sexy flexible little doctor, then Ill need to have access to my hands."

The guard standing at the threshold smashed his baton against the wall for a third time.

"Mr. Anderson," Kurt pretended to write something in his notebook. What could he say? Blaine Anderson is dangerous and evil. The evidence presented against him a year ago was definite and the case was closed before it even began. There is nothing Sebastian could offer to the state that would undermine matching DNA and finger prints. "You sound very confident in yourself. What type of evidence does Mr. Smythe have?"

"I didnt rape or murder anyone. They wanted me to fuck them, in the beginning anyway." Blaine added to the side. "As for their murder, that was someone elses doing. I would tell you who, but I dont think you would be able to keep that particular secret. Plus I promised not to tell. I will tell you, Doctor Hummel," Blaine purred, "I can be a very gentle lover when I want to be. However, make me angry and Ill forget to prep you and tune out your pleas to stop. Then..." the inmate let out an exhaustive sigh, "If you get too loud, then my friend will have to come over and permanently silence you. I would hate for that to happen to you."

"Mr. Anderson, if your case does in fact return to the courtroom, do you know what kind of people the prosecution calls to the stand? They call for psychiatrists, people whove been studying the defendant. When I tell them that youre a threat to society and that you personally threatened me...."

Blaine both smiled and laughed, causing the second half of Kurts sentence to slip away.

"I dont need your help. Im going to be a free man. You have two choices Sexy. You can either speak highly of me in the courtroom and I fuck you gently in the form of a celebration afterwards. Or, you regrettably speak negatively against me and we play a little game of cat and mouse."

Kurt took in a deep breath. It was the sound of metal handcuff clicking against the metal table that reminded him to breathe out.

"Although I will warn you now, when I catch you, there is a good chance Ill forget about your comfort and safety." Blaine mocked in an innocent voice. "Sexy, you have to understand my situation and discomfort. Ive wanted to fuck your little ass since the day we met. Back then when you were introducing yourself all I could picture was you in these handcuffs in the back of a police car with me driving into you. Im pretty sure I managed to cum without touching myself during the visit."

Blue eyes widened in horror and disgust.

"You should be flattered Sexy. No one has ever been able to do that before."

"Mr. Anderson, you cannot talk to me that way."

"I wouldnt say ‘cannot, but I would agree that weve spend too much time talking. When Im free and youre chained up, I dont plan on talking this much."

The conversation ended with the sound of metal hitting metal.

The inmate and doctor looked up when Dave returned to the counseling room with his baton in hand. "You," Dave pointed the baton towards Blaine. "Your session is over." In a nicer tone Dave added, "Sexy... I mean doctor, if you would please step away from the prisoner."

Kurt followed order and stood up and stepped away from his patient. Kurt also made a careful mental note to step away from Dave before the guard could ‘accidently bump or fondle him.

"Listen Pork Chop you can cut the gentlemen act. I dont know who has fucked more defenseless twinks, you or me. If that isnt enough, then trust me when I say this. Sexy over here will never ride you. Maybe if you had more hair and a trimmer waist, then maybe you would have a chance. Even then Im not sure youre man enough."

Dave growled. "Better be careful. Last time I checked your hands are bound and Im the one holding the baton." Dave violently crashed the edge of the baton against the metal desk. "Next time I hit you."

"If anyone needs to be careful its you. I would remind you of all the dirty secrets I know about you, but I would hate to embarrass you in front of Sexy."

Kurt closed his notebook and slid his notes and pen into his messenger bag. After four years of residency and five months of working in Ohio, one could image that Kurt was immune to foul language, sexual slurs and various threats. Unfortunately the later was not true. Yes, Kurt has become less sensitive to the crude nature, but some things cannot be achieved.

Kurt was twenty-five the first time someone threatened his life. He was doing a residency in Connecticut. It was there where a thirty-five year old man threatened to sneak into Kurts apartment and cut his throat open. The man was living in isolated cell block two stories below ground without a chance of parole.  Kurt was safe and no added precautions were necessary for him.

Kurt would like to believe the same rules applied to Blaine Anderson. Sadly, they did not.

Had Blaine forgotten to mention the name Sebastian Smythe, then Kurt would be able to relax his shoulders and ease his breathing, but he could not. Sebastian Smythe was a legend.

If Mr. Smythe wanted Blaine Anderson out, then it was the same as done.  Blaine was going to be free.

If Mr. Smythe requested it, then Blaine would be allowed to take all the restraints that he wanted from the penitentiary.

Suddenly all the former insults and suggestive howls flooded their way back into Kurts mind. It has been one year since Blaine was arrested and five months since Kurt was hired. Within that time frame hundreds of threats were promised. For the most part, all the threats were the same.

"When I get out of here, Im going to chain you naked to the wall."

"Once Im free Im going to tie you to my bed. Ill decorate and fill you with fun little toys, and when Im ready Ill fuck you until youre bleeding."

"Have you ever been double penetrated? My best-friend with benefits and I have always wanted to try it."

The only difference in these threats was that, now, they were possible and real.

"All this talk as made me thirsty. Hey, Sexy, are you thirsty too? I have a solution for you. Heres a hint: its under the table."

"Dont talk to him filth." Dave kicked Blaines left leg.

The kick did not phase or inflict noticeable pain on Blaine. "Sexy, why are you leaving so fast?" Kurt did not realize that he was paler and his legs were trembling towards the door. "Are you going to be wise at my hearing? Or shall I refer to this as the beginning of our cat and mouse game?"

The young doctor did not say anything and as if someone had waved a green flag, Kurt raced out of the room.

...

One year later:

"Okay class," Kurt stepped away from the computer monitor. "The exam is tomorrow. Office hours begin now and they will continue for the next two hours. If you need me, Ill be in my office. Otherwise, Ill be checking my email regularly throughout the night. Thank you."

Chatter in the large classroom immediately began with the professors closing words and in small groups the room started to empty out.

When Kurt was still in medical school the professors would commonly remind their students that the future was uncertain. The teachers would say that most students would work in practice, others would go into research and some would become teachers.

Teaching always sounded the least interesting to Kurt. He did not want to teach. Public speaking is not his forte, nor is the unwanted attention.

Attention, Kurt received. The young professor is not blind. He sees the way the male students look and bat their eyes at him. According to anonymous reviews he is the ‘hot professor.

None of that mattered. Life in the university was nice and safe. It is here where he teaches students about his experiences and prepares them for their futures. From behind the podium Kurt is able to overlook and admire his students. So many of them are stronger and braver then himself. Maybe he was never supposed to be a prison counselor, but instead a teacher.

Kurt knows better than to think about the past and to dwell on what could have been. He made his choices and those choices landed him a respectable job at an equally respectable university. His life may not be perfect, but he can sleep with a clean conscience and he knows that he did the right thing. Unfortunately doing the right thing set a target on his back and Blaine Anderson on the hunt.

"Doctor Hummel," Jeff Sterling nervously smiled. The classroom was now empty apart from the two men. "I was wondering if the rumor is true. Is Sebastian Smythe going to be this years graduation keynote speaker?"

It did not matter to Kurt if the infamous lawyers name was mention by his California blond student today, or by his former criminal patient. The name Sebastian Smythe still gives Kurt a harsh slap in the face. 

It has been a year since Kurt saw Blaine and Sebastian in the courtroom. This morning Sebastian had made the front page of the newspaper for his most recent controversial trial.

"I havent heard anything to suggest that."

"I hope its true," Jeff giggled as if he was still in high school and not a twenty-five year old future doctor. "He is such a brilliant and gorgeous man. Dont tell anyone this, but I used to jealous of you."

"Excuse me?"

The blond haired boy playfully wrinkled his nose. The simple gesture caused Kurt to wonder if the boy was flirting with him, something many male students were prone to do."

"During the Anderson trial I read about your contribution and how you meet Sebastian. That must have been very exciting for you." Jeff leaned his body closer to Kurts. Kurt had no other choice than to take a step backwards. "What was he like?"

What was he like? Kurt would like to describe the lawyer as arrogant and perverted. When Kurt was on the stand and answering questions, Sebastian looked more than bored. Had the lawyer not spent the entire time mentally undressing the doctor, then he probably would have fallen asleep. Afterwards, and when the jury exited the room to deliberate Sebastian gave Kurt a key to a hotel room and an address to match it.   

"Its always cute when a sexy doctor tries to undermine my authority." Sebastian smiled his signature smirk. All Kurt did was glare. "Shit, my boy Blaine was right. You are sexy when youre angry. You are definitely prime ass play real state."   

"I wouldnt know. I didnt talk him on a personally level." Kurt lied. "I need to head over to my office. If you have any additional question please see me there."

Kurt tried to walk around his student, but Jeff stepped in front of him.

"Theres no need to hurry. I think we can all agree the material for tomorrows exam is easier than past lectures. Besides, its already 4:30 on a Thursday. Most students want to go home and study. No one will miss you." Jeff smirked and took another step closer to Kurt, then another and another. The student stopped approaching his professor when Kurts back was pressed against the dry erase board. "According to reports you used to counsel Blaine Anderson. What was he like?"

"Mr. Sterling, please step away from me."

"Oh, so polite," Kurts stomach dropped when Jeffs rolled his head to the side. "I was told that you were good at avoiding questions. He said you were all talk and no answers. Ever since the beginning of the school term when you walked in with your cute little strut and began lecturing, I knew I couldnt wait to replace that strut with a sore limp. He was right about you. He said the moment I saw you, I would want you. I definitely want you."

The air flow within Kurts lungs stilled and his heart skipped a beat. ‘He who is ‘he? One answer seemed to surmount all other names within the doctors mind.   

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"In the five months that Ive come to know and analyze Mr. Anderson, I can say with confidence what he is," Kurt recited from the courtroom. All eyes were on him, but he was only staring at Blaine. Blaine was dressed in a fitted black suit and his hair was neatly gelled to the side. He looked good, and worst of all, he looked innocent. The balance of his next few words would reroute whatever sick images that were going through Blaines mind. "In that time Ive diagnosed Mr. Anderson as unstable. He is confused and detached from those around him. He views sex as something for his own pleasure, and he has no respect for life. The proof presented by Mr. Smythe needs to be carefully analyzed. If Mr. Anderson is released, then no one in the state of Ohio will be able to sleep soundly at night."

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"The things you said in hearing. Do you regret saying them?" Jeff asked as if knew what Kurt was thinking. "Sebastian is famous for never losing a trial. Blaine is known for never breaking his word." 

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"I would like to thank my lawyer for standing by me." Blaine spoken into one of many microphones outside the courthouse, he was now free. "If it wasnt for him, then I would still be locked away. I would like to make a comment to Doctor Hummel. During the trial he described me as unstable and a danger to society. Dr. Hummel, if youre listening, I hope that Im able to prove myself to you. Im not dangerous to society or to the state of Ohio. Im just a man who was falsely accused of an unforgivable crime. I may not be able to talk to you every week Thursday at 4:30, but maybe Ill be able to... show you... what kind of person I am truly am."

The implication that he is only dangerous to Kurt echoed within young doctors mind.

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"Mr. Sterling," Kurt whispered to the green eyed boy. "Who are you?"

Kurt kept his focus on his students bright eyes. Second by second Kurt watched as the green irises thinned and lust driven pupils dilate. If the doctor was not so enthralled by Jeffs eyes and his own breathing, then he would have seen a black shadow approaching him or heard steps entering the auditorium classroom.  

"You can call me the decoy."

"Excuse me?"

The owner of the shadow and footsteps finally spoke. "Come on Sexy," an all too familiar voice cut through the air like a knife. "All you do it talk. Isnt it time we did something else."

"I agree," Jeff snarled and launched towards his professor who was four years his senior.

With a sharp blow to the head Kurt was knocked into a world of dark and into a pair of strong arms.

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"Wake up doctor," an annoying voice buzzed into Kurts ear like a flying bug. "The fun cant start until youre awake."

Kurt did not want to wake up. His head was pounding and his body was painfully stiff. A rich air of confusion clouded around him causing the images and words in Kurts mind to become jagged and hazy. A part of Kurt believed that he was still at the university. He was tired from waiting out office hours and now he was taking a light nap to pass the time. In a weaker, smaller and uninterested section of his mind, he was somewhere far away and sitting on an uncomfortable metal chair. The latter imagination did not seem practical, but the numbness on his bottom seemed to be suggesting otherwise.

"Hey Sexy," the same fly whispered and breathed hot air in to Kurts ears.

The voice could not be real Kurt knew. Blaine was far away from him. The voice he was hearing was only a delusion from his dreams triggered by a pestering bug.

"Wake up." A hand gently tugged on Kurts hair.

Out of reflex and habit Kurt tried to lift his arms to swat the fly away. Oddly enough his arms would not move and a cold metal ring encircled around both his wrists.

The hand on Kurts hair stopped being gentle. "Stop resisting Sexy," a sharp voice replied and the hand gripped Kurts hair and forced him to look up. "We both knew this day was going to happen. Now here it is."

The world was dizzy and out of balance. Kurt slowly blinked his eyes opened and stared at the man before him. The man did not look real. He was dressed in typical clothes and his hair was tame. The man was completely normal. To Kurts irritation and discomfort the mans face looked too much like Blaine Anderson.

"As much as I love your bitch face, I equally love your lost and confused expression. Its cute."

With the superficial interest that one would experience in a dream, Kurt looked away from the man and towards the rest of the room. The room was well lit and cold. Surrounding them was four walls of mirrors. Even the door was a push open mirror.

Within the mirror reflections were two men. The first being the Blaine Anderson-look-alike, the second man was disheveled and dressed in Kurts favorite vest and tie. Thats strange, Kurt gazed into the mirror. The man wearing his clothes was staring back at him.

"W-w-w-where am I?" The doctor whispered.

"We will talk later," the Blaine-look-alike smirked and leaned closer to his prisoner. With one free hand the man massaged Kurts legs and his other brushed the skin over Kurts cheek bone. "I always told you that when I chained you up there would be less talking."

Blue eyes stared at his bound wrists. The cuffs around them were heavy and strong.

"You can thank the state of Ohio for this little piece of merchandise."

"Mr. Anderson?" Kurt tried to speak, but his mouth was dry. He refused to accept anything as more than a delusion. This could not be Blaine Anderson.

"Yes, Sexy, its me." Blaine redirected his hands towards Kurts blue tie. "Do you remember all those nasty things I promised to do with you? All the games I want to play with you, Search Me Clean, Interrogation, and Mirror-Mirror? Lucky for us, now is our chance."

The cold air and artificial light stung into Kurts pale flesh as Blaine loosened the tie around Kurts neck.

"Dont worry Sexy. Im just removing the tie. After much thought and debate amongst the boys weve decided how the evening is going to play out." The dark haired man dressed in normal clothes spoke with casual mannerism. "Were going to play Search Me Clean first. Jeff, you remember him your student, he has agreed to be groundskeeper for this game and you, Kurt, are the field. Jeff is going to lock your arms to chains hanging from the ceiling and he will secure your feet to the bolts on the floor. Im not sure if you shave down stairs." Blaine stared at Kurts lap as if his statement was not clear enough. "If the answer is no, then Jeff has a straight razor that he will use on you. He does have violence issues, so you might want to keep that in mind and not upset him."

Kurt vainly tried pulling on the unyielding chains.

"Anyway, when he is done with that, Sebastian, Nick and I will be searching and cleaning you out. Dont worry, Nick is a nice guy. If anyone is to lessen his pace per your request, it would be him. After that well do a coin toss and the winners and you will play Interrogation on this table." To reinforce his honest intentions Blaine retrieved heavy chains from under the table and set them in front of Kurt. "Although no one really loses, the two who dont play interrogation with you, will later each play Mirror-Mirror with you. The others will cheer on in the backroom."

"Mr. Anderson...Blaine..." Kurt whispered in a hopeless plea. "Please..."

The mirror-push-door opened and three men stepped in. Kurt immediately recognized Sebastian. The infamous lawyer looked too excited for his own good. The same could be said for Jeff, and a new boy, Nick no doubt.

"Shh, shh," Blaine kissed Kurts wet and salty cheeks. "Ive spent so much time talking about you and planning our reunion that the boys wanted to be involved in some of the action. Once they have had their fun with you, then it will be just you and me." The cold kisses on Kurts cheeks slowly trailed their way towards Kurt equally cold lips. "Doesnt that sound great Sexy? It will be just you, me and no distractions after tonight."  

Kurt was too focused on the hazel eyes staring him down that a loud shriek left him when he felt Sebastian remove the handcuffs and Jeff sneak behind and pull him off the chair.

"Good to see you again doctor," Sebastian winked. The lawyers eyes traveled up and down Kurts body. "I see that youve been taking good care of yourself."

With less forgiveness than the handcuffs, Kurt effortlessly tried to resist the person behind him. "I dont like liars." Jeff growled and bit on Kurts ear. A loud and sharp cry ripped from Kurts lungs. "You said you and Sebastian didnt talk. I know all about the hotel room he offered you. It isnt nice to decline a night with Bas. He is very good, if you know what I mean and if you dont, then you will after tonight."

"Please..." Kurt cried and tried to pull out of Jeffs arms again. The blond boy was stronger than he looked and he easily kept his firm hold on the prisoner.

Kurt did not remember seeing chains dangling from the ceiling, but now they were noticeable and they looked like an old fashion torture chamber device.

"Bas, can I have a hand." Jeff spoke over Kurts futile pleas for mercy.

Sebastian smirked and approached his friend and the struggling doctor. "I have something better than a hand to give." The lawyer was dressed in an expensive outfit that generously hugged all the right parts of his body. From the inside pocket of Sebastian jacket he retrieved a scalpel.

"Sexy," Sebastian held the sharp blade up to Kurts pale throat. "You need to stop restricting Jeff." The touch of metal against Kurts skin was enough to make the doctor stop jerking in his arms, but it regrettable sped up the pulse in his jugular vein.  "Youve been through medical school. You should know the consequences of a scalpel and one wrong move." Sebastian pulled the blade back, but kept it close enough to scare Kurt.

Jeff took this moment to raise his professors arms over their heads and secured Kurts wrists within the ceiling chains. "That wasnt so hard," Jeff kissed the backside of Kurts neck.

Sebastian kept his position as Jeff kneeled to the floor to chain Kurts feet to the floor bolts. All four men in the room laughed when the professors legs were separated embarrassingly far apart.  

"Sebastian, please dont do this..." Kurt whispered.

Nick stepped away from the door and joined his group of friends. "Dont worry Kurt. Youll have your time with Bas, well with all of us."

"Professor," Jeff spoke with the false sincerity as if he was making a statement in class. "If it would make you feel more at ease, you can grade us - tell us which one of us is best. Who is best at fucking you, who is best making you scream in pain, or who tastes the bests? Do I need to keep giving you examples? Or we could make things interesting. You could tell us who is worst and then that person could try and improve his performance. I mean, you are a teacher after all."

"Enough," Blaine casually waved his hand in the air and stood up. Sebastian and Nick stepped away from Kurt and allowed Blaine better access to tonights main dish. In doing so, Nick handed Blaine a roll of duct tape. "Sexy, we seriously have talked too much. It needs to end." The awful sound of duct tape coming undone increased the level of excitement and fear within the room. "Dont fret Sexy." The shorter boy ripped off a piece of tape and slowly placed it over Kurts trembling lips. "Its all a part of the game." Pleased by the turn of events, Blaine took a step back to admire the doctor. "Sebastian, if I may."

The cocky lawyer handed his scalpel to Blaine. "I take it that you will be the only one stripping our guest tonight. What happened to sharing? Why cant we all take turns cutting the fabrics that are hiding these delicious treats from us?"

Blaine calmly gripped the medical instrument and teased the pointed end up and down Kurts vest. "I cant share with you and deprive Nick and Jeff. In the past, sometimes our guests would irritate Jeff and then Jeffs hand slips and our game would over. Sexy is mine. Ill share him tonight, but I dont want any permanent physical damage done. Im afraid I dont trust Jeff with a scalpel."

"Excuse me?" Jeff barked while standing next to Nick. "That only happened twice. Dont mark me a loose cannon here. Besides those two times werent even my fault. I told those guys to zip their mouths and they didnt. Besides, I brought my straight razor. If need be, you said I can use that, but not a scalpel. Whats that all about?"

Jeff may or may not have continued his rant, but the words fell deaf to Kurt. The delicate pressure teasing against his clothed body was simple and pure torture. In the past Kurt was particular about his fashion and he would go to great lengths to ensure that his clothing was kept in good quality. As of now Kurt would gladly give his clothing to his captures, if it would keep them satisfied and him safe from pain. A year ago when Kurt was analyzing Blaine, Blaine made a comment that Kurt was abused in high school. The comment was regrettable true and it prevented Kurt from being able to become close to another person. The same was going to happen again, only this time to a greater magnitude.

"Sexy," Blaine whispered as if he was a gentle lover, and not a crazed serial rapist. "I hope youre not emotionally attached to this outfit." Like a knife on butter the scalpel sliced the black strings keeping the black button vest closed. "Someone as beautiful as you should not wear so many layers. Its not nice to me." The sound of the first button hitting the floor was not loud, but it was loud enough to silence the other men in the room. The second and third buttons joined the first on the floor.

Almost as if Blaine was afraid to touch Kurt, the former inmate used the sharp blade to part the vest and get a better view of the next layer of fabric. The white silk shirt beneath the vest offer very little resistance against the scalpel.

Stimulated from an unwanted reflex, Kurt struggled to hiccup and his body lunched forward. The tap covering his mouth made it difficult to breathe. The snot from his nose and the tears in his eyes pushed Kurt into a breathless state of panic. He felt like he was blind and drowning in a sea filled with evil monsters.  

"Careful Sexy," Blaine pulled back the scalpel and frowned at the uncontrolled tear in the silk shirt. "Its a good thing I didnt cut you. Wouldnt that be a true shame? Now hold still." The blade returned to the tear in the silk. "I need to undress you so we can have our fun."        

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The End