Warbler Auditions

Lost in an absentee dream with no beginning, middle or end, time stood at a peaceful moment of rest where nothing else mattered. Warm and otherwise content with past woes, Kurt Hummel unknowingly laid placid in his cocoon of blankets with a rhythmic motion to each breath. Along the outline of the lean body and across the pillow resting porcelain cheeks and messy hair, was a sliver of white moonlight breaking the blank image of darkness. The stunning imagine of sleeping beauty did little to soften the ill-willed strangers standing on either side of the four post bed. Time for forgiveness and mercy onto the sleeping boy was long overdue for the strangers broken pride and aching lust.

The man wearing the black theater mask of tragedy confidently nodded his head - signally his readiness for the next plan of action. Any other day he may have taken a special moment to appreciate the sweet face and attractive frame that hardened his sex, and rippled his body with raging heat of naughty needs. As for today, he had a plan, better yet, an excuse to skip over basic manners that his partner in crime called foolish. Outside the window the shadow of a hanging tree darkened the second mans white theater mask of comedy - transitioning the gleeful smile into a nefarious grin. A grin that surely matched the expression underneath the plastic. Five. Four. Three. The same man held up one leather covered hand and counted down to the sinister moment where their preys silent dream would become a disarrayed nightmare that felt anything but real. Two. One.

From the perspective of both hunter and prey, time manipulated into soundless and powerless pulses. It was through the eager edge of excitement that initiated the first breakage of peace - cold pressure against the sleeping boys lips. Recognition of strangers hands on his body and adhesive tape on his face ignited a panicked cascade of events that ended with adrenaline polluting Kurts veins and limbs carelessly being swung in multiple directions. The sound of glass breaking against the nightstand floor was of little feat before unfamiliar hands gripped Kurts waist and flipped him onto his stomach. Nearly simultaneously with Kurts discombobulated switch, a different set of hands, a pair no less friendly than the first, cuffed Kurts wrists with cold metal braces behind his back. Effort for a reflux scream failed to amount to anything more than a painful hiccup smothered in tape.

"Easy love. You know we come with good fun."  The man of alleged tragedy mocked with an unsettling bounce to his laugh. "We warned you we were coming." Whether this be necessary or not, the nameless stranger climbed over the discarded bedding and straddled his weight around Kurts shaking frame.

Silent moonlight carelessly displayed the pale skin on Kurts lower back and offered a tantalizing tease to both Comedy and Tragedy. "You know how the game is played." Comedy reminded. At the same time Tragedy firmly pressed his thighs together, eliminating any fight Kurts legs may have possessed. "Tsk, tsk, the more you grunt and grind against your sheets, the harder it is for us not to fuck you here and now. Newsflash: such actions are frowned upon by the counsel and your audition will be disqualified."   

The energy for another scream stayed trapped in Kurts lungs and burning tears stung his red face. Damp moisture touching the back of his neck may have been either sweat or wet kisses from his looming kidnappers - it was difficult to tell for certain.

"Easy love," Tragedy lovingly squeezed Kurts shoulders and hotly whispered against the youngest boys ears. Rough desire knowingly laced the mans words and vibrated within his heavy pants. "Us being here is a complement to you." Despite the strangers thick jeans, Kurt was able to recognize a particular shape and heat pressing against his thin shorts. All of which created another desire to scream. "I always knew you were beautiful. From this position you are even more beautiful: tied up and squirming below me."

"You have to admit youre enjoying this. We all know youre a slutty virgin who is waiting for the right cock to fuck you lose. I bet deep down you would love to take some up the ass and down the throat." With little trouble, the stranger of comedy locked the naked ankles with leg cuffs. It was not until the skilled hands squeezed its prizes legs that he nudge his partner. "We got him, Killer."

Killer. Crystal blue eyes widened with renewed awareness and memories previous forgotten returned without delay. Yes, he knew these voices and the familiarity of their laughs dwindled into arrogant faces he knew all too well. Faces that were undeniably handsome, but tarnished by the men beneath. Fear previously clouding Kurts vision condensed to the same disgust he always felt for the two men trespassing in his room.

"Thats the spirt." Comedy cheered as he rolled his victim onto his back. An embarrassing lift of Kurts shirt revealed the toned abdomen that immediately drew in two sets of eyes.  "No need to fret darling," Comedy gently brushed his fingertips across the exposed skin, secretly smirking at the whimpers muffled under the duct tape. The man behind the theater mask knew himself not to be an evil person. He is here to have fun and carry out tradition. There is nothing foul about that, besides it is not wrong if everyone enjoys themselves in the end. "Little do you know that Ive already seen you more naked than this? At Dalton in the changing rooms after tennis practice." Kurt recognized the voice and he could practically see the boys catty grin. "Yeah, the boys may have agreed to give you a ten minute head start into the showers, but in reality James left a hidden camera in there. Spoiler alert: on the days we came in later than normal...there is a good chance we were correcting the problem you started in us."  

Tragedy curved his arms under the younger boys armpits. "Oh, we have so much fun planned for you. Dont worry Love, were about to settle the score and offer you something tasty in return. Youre in for something wild. Its a four day weekend, no one will be missing your cute face, and boys at Dalton are rooting for you - especially Wes, he desperately wants a countertenor in his lineup. He even went so far to suggest that he and David perform this sacred Dalton tradition on you." The laugh Kurt had come to love only later to loathe twisted inside him like a knife. "Of course, such an idea would be a waste of this wonderful opportunity for us to bond. Besides, they wouldnt have appreciated you like Sebastian and I will." 

Powerless to stop either man or say anything out in protest, Kurt kept stoic as a Dalton uniform tie was wrapped around his head and over his eyes. Yes, this was a Dalton tradition and an endurance faced by all Warblers, but something unwholesome lurked in his kidnappers touches and smirks. They were enjoying this too much and most certainly stepping over the limits of their authority. Then again, as warned before, hazing is an unpleasant challenge to Warblerhood, and something that cannot end once it has been started - and for Kurt, that started thirty seconds ago.

...

How do you escape a room with no doors or windows? The walls are made of concrete as is the roof and floor. The only items trapped with you are lights and speakers anchored to the ceiling, and a simple cot covered with itchy blankets. Captured in the hallucinogenic effects from the fowl smelling fumes Tragedy and Comedy forced him to breathe, Kurt imagined that the multicolored lights flashing above him were physical entities he could hold and touch. Regardless of the fact that cold chains locked his wrists and ankles together, Kurt pretended that his hands were free and he could taste strawberry whenever red lights flashed overhead. It was during the green and orange lights and nervous fear tickled up Kurts legs. What was happening to him? What do his classmates, Blaine and Sebastian plan to do to him?   

Continuously blaring for the entirety of Kurts captivity, the recognizable sound of metal rock music finally surmounted to a violent stimuli. Ultimately the sound of voices screaming and metal clashing was enough to awake the teenager to the actual state of reality: he was barely dressed, bound to an unfamiliar cot and locked in a box with no noticeable exit. Similar to earlier in the evening, the desire to scream was capsized under duct tape.

Kurt screamed, or at least he tried to scream until his face turned red and breathing became a struggle. He has read articles and seen videos talking about the unethical horrors associated with hazing, but for so long he assumed such cases were isolated incidents overhyped by the faint of heart. Now, it felt like a standard rule of practice. Can a person die like this? Could these flashing lights trigger a seizure and leave permanent damage to his brain? Could the internal pressure of his screams cause an aneurysm to develop and burst - leaving him to bleed to death? Would the men behind the masks allow him to perish at the hands of their wicked tradition? Blaine and Sebastian may be arrogant self-loving brats, but they were not murders and they were smart enough to know when to stop.

Blue. Darkness. Purple. Darkness. Orange. Darkness. Green. Darkness. Yellow. Darkness. Red. Darkness. This was the pattern of lights rapidly flashing in between the short moments Kurt would open his eyes and look for his saviors or kidnappers. Blue. Darkness. Purple. Darkness. Orange. Darkness. Green. Darkness. Yellow. Darkness. Red. Darkness. The series of colors passed with another exhalation of breath.

Where were Sebastian and Blaine? For the first time, Kurt wanted to see the catty boys who were perverted at heart.  Maybe it was one minute or maybe it was something more, but without any indication saying otherwise, time did not exist and Kurts new eternity was a cruel guessing game of uncertainty.  Even the horrible noises mascaraed as music did not break between songs to show any progression of time. On and on the sounds vibrated the tiny cot with nothing else to offer.

Blue. Darkness. Purple - Sebastians face appeared in a rich glow of serenity. Darkness. Orange - the same calm face advance forward without noticeable strides in his step. Darkness. Green - Sebastian was gone and now replaced with Blaine. A hint of concern crossed the boys face, but the lights fell dark before Kurt could look closer. Yellow - Blaine was leaning over him and someone else was touching his legs. The proximity and touches, albeit unwelcomed, offered a nice sense of security Kurt could not describe. For the first time, the rich shades of hazel in Blaines eyes offered warmth and protection, and Sebastians overeager hands assured basic human companionship that Kurt desired above all else. Then again, maybe such emotions were the results of pharmaceuticals that were surely illegal.

"Enough." Blaine mouthed the word, but the sound of his voice fell deaf to the clatter of loud screeches. Whether Sebastian understood his friend or shared the sentiment, Sebastian remotely turned off the music and restored the overhead light to a solid shade of green - tainting everything and everyone with an emerald shade. The only colors unaffected were Blaines raven hair and Sebastians black shirt. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

Kurt absentmindedly leaned into the hand rubbing his hair. The current state of existence did not match the standard norm of reality - this was pretend and nothing more. Nonetheless, his ears were still rocking with the memory of violent music and his pupils seemed perplexed to a permanent dilation.

"These next few days will be more than a test of your voice. It will be a test of your discipline and resilience."  Sebastian drew his hand further up Kurts trembling legs and over the thin shorts with expiring utility. "We will remove the tape eventually - its important that we never cross the line in whats consensual or not. However, you wouldnt believe how many boys fail their auditions with excessive screaming in the beginning."

Blaine leaned in closer and rested his hand behind Kurts lower back. "Everything we do, we do for you. Set up." The sophomore pushed his hand forward - lifting half of the willowy body off the bed. With the created room on the cot, Blaine stretched out his legs on either side of Kurt and rested his back against a vacant stone wall. "Being a Warbler is an honor dating back to 1887. Starting then and to this day, it was the lower class students responsibility to keep the older students amused. Of course, the definition of entertainment varied from student to student as did the responsibilities they expected." It was of no surprise to the incoming freshmen to feel Blaine wrap his muscular arms around his waist and press him backwards. There was no love in Blaines voice or body, just an experienced element of excitement that lacked purity and friendship.  

Too caught up in the physical and sensual grasp of Blaines entrapment, Kurt did not realize that Sebastian was kneeing over his legs and holding a pair of scissors that looked more notorious than practical with its sharpened tips and razor like blades. "A forfeit now would surrender your chances with the Warblers - that means no singing, national champions, Broadway connections, and not to mention camaraderie, protection and experience. Correct me if Im wrong Gorgeous, but isnt bullying what drove you here in the first place?" Sebastian scooted his body closer to his partner and up the lean body that capture his attention from first glance. "Do you want me to stop?"    

There was no going back in the tunnel vision blinding Kurt from other possibilities. Yes, he wanted protection from bullies, future glory, but more importantly he wanted friendship and human contact. In the few weeks that he had known the two teenagers encompassed around him, he was bathed with nothing less than perverted innuendoes and suggestive implications. Sure the words were despairing, but they were also flattering in the young mind - even if the praises were only temporarily. A small nod was the only effort Kurt gave his superiors. Visible traces of fear and embarrassment did not go without silence.  

"Dont look so scare sweet-cheeks. Were not going to hurt you." Sebastian slightly waved the scissors in an act of carelessness. "Ive been in your position two years ago, and Blaine was in a similar situation last year. Looking back it was all good fun. In all my time here Ive only witnessed one boy end his special weekend with a quick hospital trip."

"Stop teasing him and get to work." Blaine pushed Kurt deeper between his legs. There was no doubt in Kurts mind what part of Blaines physiology was pressed against his backside. If anyone cared to look, then they would have noticed a scared tear rolling down the face and over the duct tape. "Our idea to drug him wasted enough time already. I told you he would comply with us. We should have toyed with him in his dorm rather than drag him down here. His roommate agreed to sleep in another room for us." A lingering kiss dampened the right side of Kurts face. "Dont fret Darling. Some Dalton hazing involves more cocks and less protection. You should be thankful that Bas and I requested you alone. I cannot speak on behalf of Sebastian, but I do intend to stick around for a while. By far you are the prettiest boy in school."

Blaine gently nudge Kurt to rest his head against his shoulder - anything to grant himself a better angle to kiss, suck and caress the porcelain throat that he spent the past several weeks admiring. The particular set of overhead lighting did not serve the romantic gesture he dreamt of, however it was a theatric Sebastian believed would help disarray their prey and make him more susceptible to their intentions.  "Relax sweetie, this is all customary. If you want us to stop, just say the word." Hot breath coated over the fair skin and ended with the heat of parted lips latching onward.

"Always a romantic." Sebastian joked at the hungry lust his friend was openly displaying. "Back to my end of business."

Kurt did not feel the touch of scissors on his skin, but his sensitive ears managed to acknowledge the sound of fabric being cut. Another and another cut stretched closer to his waist until the elastic band of his underwear broke open. Foreign sensations of fresh air confirmed Kurts suspicion of his exposed nudity.  "So tense." Sebastian teased and firmly pressed Kurts legs in opposite directions with the teenagers bound ankles as the limiting factor. "There has yet to be a virgin warbler. If you want to pass your hazing, then you better stop acting so bashful...Then again, keep acting like a shy virgin - that is Blaines type and he may request you to become his boyfriend for the duration of his pleasure." A moment was not wasted before the second half of Kurts underwear was cut open. It was only through destroyed rags that Kurts sensitive physiology stayed private.  

"Killer," Sebastian summoned and Blaine lessened his suction to a wet pop - leaving a hot red hickey in its trace. "Will you do me the honor?"

Kurt unintentionally screamed, or at least he tried to scream when Blaine lifted half of his underwear and Sebastian pulled the rest from under him.

"Easy sexy, I still have scissors in my hand. I dont want there to be any accidents."

Blaine smirked and rested his head on Kurts shoulder. In a similar speedy fashion, Sebastian cut up Kurts shirt and then down the short sleeves. Milky flesh basked under emerald lights transitioned into the rooms centerfold. "No one said this would be an easy process." Someone growled. "Scream again and you will lose your chance with us." Likes savages with no other cares, Sebastian and Blaine ripped off the remaining rags preserving Kurts body.

Thousands of scared goosebumps developed across the willowy body with no other shield to protect it from predatory stares. Sebastian made himself comfortable between Kurts bent legs and Blaine marveled at the sinful treat he could not wait to taste. The younger body lacked outstanding muscles that would compete against his strength, and Kurts placement in the bedroom would not be decided by a naked wrestle. As far as the raven haired sophomore was concerned, Kurt was a porcelain doll designed to love and to fuck.

"Killer, as much as I would love to stare all day, the Warblers are expecting their leader sometime this afternoon."

Afternoon? Kurt shifted his shoulders, confused at the time day. Wasnt it still nighttime? 

"I know." Blaine lifted his body off the bed - manipulating Kurt to fall on his back. The land could have been more comfortable if it was not for his chained hands locked behind him. "Why did Wes schedule it today? We told him we would be busy with our newest pledge."  

Without needing to communicate further, both men removed themselves from their current positions and each grabbed one of Kurts legs. Sebastian trapped Kurts left leg under his right arm before carefully unlocking the cuffs bounding the ankles together. Simultaneously with their matching movements Blaine and Sebastian stretched Kurts legs up and in conflicting directions. It was not until Blaine cuffed Kurts ankle in a hanging shackle that the youngest teenager notice the chains at all. It was embarrassing for Kurt to say the least: he was naked and his legs were chained upwards in seventy degree angles. Potential hope for a saving grace was the simple fact that his hips and back were rested against the narrow cot.

"Dont lie to me, Sexy," Sebastian sat the scissors aside. "Why did you decide to try out for the Warblers? Was it for the same reason you wear tight jeans on the weekend and flirted with every guy willing to give you a second look over?"

 At the same time Blaine lowed to his knees to better appreciate the delicious entrance his body desired to invade. The tight hole did not show the stretched out experience that he was used to seeing. It was both a tickling joy that this boy was still innocent and a shame that Kurt would need to be stretched longer than desired. "Of course that is why he joined the Warblers. He wants some strong role models to teach him a few things and to test his vocal cords to the maximum."

Like every time before Kurt screamed without control or fight in his body. Reflexes tried to pull his legs to a more respectable position, but freedom was not rewarded. The only noticeable response he was able to communicate was the tightening of the very entrance his captors were preparing to enter. 

"Bas, something tells me, Kurt isnt enjoying this." Blaine laughed. Enjoying and willing to endure were every different actions. "Will you help him out?"

"Sure thing."

Sebastian did not sugarcoat the pain before he ripped the silver tape off his victims face. A desperately needed scream freed itself from Kurts lungs and panicked whimpers regarding the ticking and burning of his face temporarily distracted the youngest teenager from Blaine who was otherwise lubricating a shiny narrow object.

"W-what are you d-doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? Is this still hazing?" Each scream loudened in intensity and desperation. How was hazing different from rape, this was surely rape?

"Relax Sexy." Blaine pushed the head of his silver object inside Kurt. A painful gasp inflated Kurts chest and tensed the teenager further. "The more you resist the more painful this will feel." Deeper Blaine pushed the object with no immediate intention to withdrawal it. The object would not come out until it went fully inside. "Do you want us to stop? Tell me what you really want." The older boy by one year wiggled the object deeper inside.

There was only one answer Kurt knew to be true. It was the only reason why he agreed to the notion of hazing in the first place, why he allowed Sebastian to undress him. Life as a Warbler would be better and he would finally have a chance to sing - something his former classmate Rachel Berry would never allow. "Warbler. I want to be a W-Warbler!"

Sebastian lowed himself beside his partner and began lubricating a different object - this object was thicker and longer then the miniature device entertaining Blaine. ‘Baby steps as Blaine described it when they made their selection of ‘toys to amuse their new ‘friend and ‘soon-to-be-Warbler.

"It always hurts in the beginning. Thats what makes it so much fun."

"Ugh!"

In an instant surprise, Blaine maneuver the device to its fullest depth in the short moment Kurt relaxed his body to breathe in new air. "Lets make it a game Kurt - you like games, right?" In a calm pulsating nature, Blaine twisted, pulled and pushed the toy until the pain verbally crying from Kurt transitioned to more pleasure moans. Sebastian was the first to notice Kurts growing sex pressed against his stomach. "Every time you cum, Bas and I get to test your limits further. What do you say?"

Sweat shimmered off of Kurts forehead and a steady uniform of heat developed across his skin. If it was not for hints of leakage coming from his sex, Kurt may have cried out exaggerative pleas for his captors to continue. It was difficult to say for certain if such words were directed from intoxicating pleasure stimulating inside him or if the freshmen was rehearsing sentiments he knew would strengthen his candidacy and boost Blaines ego. In hindsight all three men knew Kurt would later deny any implication that he was enjoying this.  

"You heard the twink." Someone, Kurt was too exhaustive to distinguish voices jeered at his vulnerability. "He wants its rougher and more of it."

Blinded from the nasty nature the two older boys were inflicting upon him, Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and powerlessly accepted the withdrawal of one instrument from his body. Before his body had the chance to celebrate the loss, a thicker object filled the emptiness and stretched the void further. The temperate and pace of Sebastians toy reflected his abrupt nature to reach their target goal quicker.  

"A-a-ah!"

Hazel eyes peered between the elevated legs and closer to the parted lips making delicious noises of all sorts. Sometimes the gasps of pain outweighed the moans of pleasure, but either way it was a beautiful show to watch.

This is not rape, Blaine told himself to be true. He knows the definition of rape and this is not it: Kurt asked for, physically and verbally, and he has the power to stop at any second - for a cost of course. Whether or not this was a product of manipulation was of no concern to him. Besides, manipulation was a key element in the hazing process. It was what makes straight boys agree to suck his cock and its what gave him the edge to lose his virginity to Sebastian. Kurt was living a secret Dalton tradition.

"Thats it. Just a little deeper for Bas." Blaine grabbed Kurts sex at the same time Sebastian pushed the entire object inside its designated hole. 

Kurt squeezed his toes and his fingers. Apart of Kurt wished his arms were being detained somewhere other than behind his back, but his imprisoned hands were the only protection preventing gravity from pushing his body against on the rubber instrument. Unfortunately Sebastian also made this acknowledgement and decided that he shouldnt be the only force stretching his prey open. 

"Blaine, is the vibrator ready?"

The third and final toy in Blaines toy box was a masculine looking device that no doubt held batteries - batteries for what Kurt did not wish to know. The size of the toy looked completely unnatural and something never intended to fit inside a human body. However fear told Kurt that he was about to be proven wrong. Fear validated into panic when the raven haired teen released his stiff sex and lathered a generous serving of lubrication to the objects entire length.   

"B-B-Blaine, please....It wont...it wont....fit."

"Oh please." Sebastian mocked. "By the end of the night youre going to be begging for something bigger to satisfy you." Without removing the object he previously inserted inside his friend, Sebastian picked himself up and advanced closed to Kurts trapped arms. "I think its time I unchain your hands."

Kurt did not know how he could have sat up, but the tallest teenager managed to lift his back off the cot and his head awkwardly close to Blaines dilated eyes. Sebastian almost offered apologetic words of sympathy when he notice red rings printed on Kurts wrists and fingernail marks cut into the pale boys lower back. However words of sympathy evaporated with his own flares of lust.

The cuff holding the thin arms together came undone. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no."

Sebastian laced his arms with Kurts and forcefully pushed the teenager onto his back. The sudden force dislodged the rubber instrument further inside the virgin body. "Good-boy. Is there anything you want to say to us?"

Kurt didnt say the expected words. His voice was trapped somewhere in his throat and the supply of blood in his brain was thinning. "T-Thank you." he barely whispered with his limited ability to speak. From the inside he felt broken beyond repair. Did all Warblers face these trials?

"Stop wasting time. He is stretched well enough. The Warblers are probably getting impatient with us. Stick the vibrator in. He will be fine until we return."

Through an unknown means that Kurt did not witness, Blaine removed the rubber device Sebastian managed lodged inside him. Before a genuine thank you could be uttered, the large vibrator Kurt did not wish to see or feel was nudged inside him. Deeper and deeper the object was pushed in - stretching the muscular tissue in its path. Maybe it was the magnitude of the objects size or the rapid vibrations hitting his prostate, in any case sticky release emptied itself on Kurt and exhaustion willed itself on the boy who did not realize he was crying until his eyelids closed.

"This is all a Dalton tradition." Kurt numbly thought to himself as his feeble limbs were fastened to previous chains. "This is a necessary test into Warblerhood."  

...

Kurt came - more than once and to a number he never bothered to count. The vibrator Blaine less than politely shoved inside him had a timer that went on and off in no particular pattern. Sometimes the vibrations were fast and short, others times they were painfully prolonged and teasingly slow. It was difficult to say which one was more or less enjoyable - each vibration count practically assured the teenager he was about to cum again. It was shameful, but after his stomach was fully covered in disgusting fluids it became less embarrassing and more a matter of hysteria. When would his body stop rebooting teenager hormones?

"Ah!" Kurt arched his back off the cot and squeezed his eyes tightly - unsuccessfully freeing his arms and removing the source of all his pain.  The intermission from his previous set of vibrations was shorter than most. "No, ah!" A pace that Kurt recognized to be the fast relentlessly press against his sensitive prostate with no mercy or hesitation in slowing down. "Please! Please!"

Kurt did not know if there was any use in screaming, but anything to distract the sensitive pain disguised as pleasure was a viable option. His body could not handle another orgasm without passing out for a third, fourth or fifth time - it was difficult to tell the duration between each wave of exhaustion. Was he blinking, sleeping or passed out? Did it even matter?

"Blaine-Blaine-Blaine! Help-help!" Inhumanely fast and with an endurance no person could match, the vibrations did not relent from his cries, in fact if Kurt allowed himself to concentrate heavily on the pulses breaking inside him, it almost felt as if the pace was increasing at an exponential rate. "Sebastian-Sebastian! Ah-ah-ah!" Another orgasm came and went - satisfying the release of pent-up energy and relaxing each muscle in Kurts legs elevated with metal chains holding them up.

His body was beat and bruised from the inside, a backwards situation from what his old school used to offer. The most basic of similarities between schools equated to his teary eyes and broken pride. Maybe this time his tears would dry before the pain was gone.

"Impressive," Sebastian entered through a door Kurt was too tired to see. "Most boy dont have this turnover time. Good for you."        

Kurt tried to smile and move his flimsy arms laying passively on either side of him. Neither act happened with success. "O-over?"

"Cute." Each man unchained a slender leg nearly cold from the drainage of blood. "You think, were done. All you did this time was lay down and take pleasure. Thats not fair - not very Warbler like. Now tell us love, what song did the Warblers sing in 2010 when we won our last National Championship?"

"W-what?"

Blaine frowned and pinched down on one of Kurts nipples. Sebastian disciplined the wrong answer with a slap on the Kurts face. "Wrong, it was "Do You Hear the People Sing" from Les Miserables."

An unsoundly crack of loose bedsprings broke the freshmens scream. "What song did we almost sing at our last competition? The song that lost out to Blaines choice of ‘Raise Your Glass." An answer was not given a moment to speak before Sebastian slapped his pledge and cited the correct answer. "It was the superior song: ‘Stand by Me. Kurt, Im not sure if your heart is really into this? Answer the next question right, or we will be required to withdrawal your application."

"Or," Blaine nudged back into the conversation and offered a dirty frown at his friend. "We test another apart of you. A pretty face like you dont require intelligence to serve your purpose...." Unbeknownst to Kurt who gasped as a sudden and single vibration ripped inside him, Blaine clutched a remote controlling the pain his pledge was feeling. "How about I remove that thing inside you, and you show me how much energy you have? Being a Warbler requires great energy and adrenaline to get the job done. Do you think you can master this challenge for us?"

Kurt did not answer, but he did cry when sharp pulses hit his prostate. "Ah! O-okay, okay, okay!"

In a team fashion, Sebastian removed the vibrator inside his pledge at the same time Blaine removed his famous schoolboy uniform. The cock Sebastian was more than familiar with, sprung with an eager excitement to explore new territory.

The freshmen was too exhausted and out of mind to register Sebastian lifting his back off the bed and Blaine getting comfortable below him. "Kurt, do you still want to be a Warbler? If so, you know what to do."

It was too late to give up now, Kurt told himself. He auditioned for the Warblers. He was promised friendship and protection, and he had nothing left to lose. Blaine and Sebastian had already seen him and touched him in the most sensitive of areas. This was it.

Without saying a word or acting like he did not know what to expect, Kurt turned around and comfortably straddled the naked body below him. Blaine did not look human from this prospective - just a mass of flesh promising him a better future. A future with singing, and enlightened confidence that would lead him to success and true romance. The future would be better and not the bleak void of depression he once suffered from.

"B-Blaine..."

Sebastian silently undressed himself and watched the freshmen descent down on his friend. Maybe if the freshmen had any remaining stimuli he would be more concerned with protection and lubrication, but the pain he would feel tomorrow would surely burn these thoughts in his brain.

"Oh shit!" Blaine gasped at the abruptness of his young desire. A forgotten expression dizzied Kurts face to the point Blaine did not know if the youngest boy was sleep acting or hallucinating his surroundings. However, either situation was his fault, as mentioned before this was not rape to his understanding. "Shit Kurt."

Kurt settled his weight against his sex before leaning down to capture the lips that were beckoning his name. The movements controlling his body were not his own and the lust clouding his vision had cleared away any ounce of reason. Upon contact with Blaines lips, false control and mind-numbing acts dispensed into dead weight on Blaines sex, and the older boy took full domination of the situation. Seconds merely passes before Blaines arms were around his desires neck and his hands were getting lost in the messy brown hair. From the short distance Sebastian was watching, only one man was enjoying himself with heavy grunts and motioning hips. The second teen had a confused drunk-like expression.

"Do you still want us to stop?" Sebastian asked because he knew Blaine wouldnt. "All you have to do is say the word." Kurt did not say the word and Sebastian kicked the last of his clothes across the floor. "Do you have room for me?"

Whether there was room or not, Sebastian lathered his cock with special lubrication and spread his weight between his lovers legs. He would make room in the delicious three-way he and Blaine promised they would one day share. Who would have guessed they would find a suitable partner sooner rather than later?

"Stop! Ah!" Adrenaline, not Kurt, screamed against Blaines chest. "I cant! I cant."

Any notion that Kurts body was physically unable to handle two men proved false when Sebastians full length pressed against Blaine in the shared warmth.

Sebastian bent once leg further up the bed to better control his balance. "Fuck, yeah. Take it."

Two different sets of hands that would forever remember the feel of Kurts soft skin, gripped the slender body trapped between them and established an offbeat rhythm that never left the freshmen empty. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Two voices uttered on other sides of Kurts ears. In the ever increasing field of exhaustion the pain inside Kurt lessened and the vulgar words began to sound more like birds chirping or warblers singing.

...

"I am proud to welcome our newest Warbler: Kurt Hummel." Wes cheered from the center chair of the counsel. "I hope you enjoy your time with us."

Kurt tiredly smiled from his seat and did his best not to move his ass. The two men on either side of him secretly smirked at their youngest Warblers taut posture. It was a sight not all that uncommon for young members with pretty faces. From the moment Kurt signed up for an audition, rumors ignited with eager excitement. "Who would get to haze the sexy twink?" Any hope to extend a bedroom party faded away at the sight of Blaines hands on the trembling knee and Sebastian hold of the slender shoulder. In regards to the immediate present, the baby Warbler was taken by the lead singer and his trusted friend.

...

The End