Pete and Blaine were practicing hard in preparation for Saturday's match. They were up against the slightly creepy Granier Twins. Michael and Micah Granier were identical twins who dressed alike, talked alike and moved alike. They finished each others sentences and were always together. Always. Rumor was they still slept in the same bed, despite being 17. They were excellent players. Pete and Blaine would really have to bring their A game to win.

Pete was impressed with Blaine. Blaine's game was always great, but lately, it was out of this world outstanding. He seemed to move faster and stronger. He hit the ball with so much force, Pete sometimes jumped out of the way instead of trying to return it. It was as if Blaine was firing the ball out of gun.

"Dude, you play like that on Saturday and we are so going to win this thing!"

Blaine grinned.

Tennis wasn't the only thing Blaine was better at.

Poor Kurt.

Blaine had been practically abusing his boyfriend. It was all in preparation for Sunday. The harder he fucked Kurt, the stronger he felt. It was as if the whole, sex making him weak thing, had reversed. Blaine felt stronger, hotter and more powerful than ever. His eyes were darker and had not returned to their normal shade. Kurt swore he was bigger...in all areas. Not just his arms. Blaine and Pete would practice in the morning and then Blaine would spend the afternoon screwing Kurt. Every thrust was deeper, stronger and more crushing than the one before. He grunted and growled like an animal as he drove himself into Kurt's ass. Kurt would scream for mercy and then beg for more. More master, more. And Blaine would lose his mind. His back looked as if he had been attacked by ten angry cats.

By Thursday, Kurt asked for a break which Blaine granted.

"Are you always going to need to...train like this before a match?" Kurt was lying naked on his stomach, on his bed. Blaine had decided Kurt should spend the week naked, whenever they were together. He liked seeing Kurt wearing nothing but the necklace, the K&B pendant laying against his skin. Blaine was lightly trailing his fingers up and down Kurt's back and over his ass. He started placing small kisses on Kurt's ass cheeks.

"No. I just need to be strong for the first match. This match sets the tone for the summer."

"Thank God. I don't think I could keep this up all summer."

Blaine smiled. "Thank you for helping me train. I promise, we will only make love all next week."

Kurt smiled and hummed under Blaine's touch. "Whatever you want master. I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me."

Blaine closed his eyes. Those words made his cock so hard, it hurt.

"Are you coming on Saturday?"

"Of course. After all I've endured to help you get ready? I plan to be there to cheer you on. Besides, I've never driven to Westerville before. I'm looking forward to it."

Blaine thought for a moment. He didn't like the idea of Kurt driving around Westerville alone. Where was Phil supposed to be on Saturday? Oh, right. Some campaign thing in one of the more southern towns. That's why his parents wouldn't be at the match. He relaxed. Kurt should be okay.