Chapter 13

Blaine looked out over the city as the helicopter approached Paris. He was trying to figure out a plan. He probably couldn't run the moment they landed. Maybe in the morning while Sebastian was at his meeting? Or would Sebastian take him along to the meeting? He decided he would just have to be ready to run the moment an opportunity appeared.

To Blaine's surprise they landed on top of a building. Once the rotor blades stopped spinning, a man stepped forward and opened the door. "Welcome home, Mr. Smythe." The man grabbed their bags while Sebastian helped Blaine out of the helicopter. Sebastian held Blaine's hand tightly as they boarded an elevator and rode down a few floors, stopping on the 15th. Sebastian took out a set of keys and unlocked the door to his condo. The man placed their bags inside and left.

The first thing that struck Blaine was how different the décor was from the island house. The living room was bright and filled with light. There seemed to be windows everywhere making it feel very open. The walls were a light blue and all of the furniture was either black leather, glass, stainless steel or silver. It was very modern and stylish, but the paintings on the walls and the books on the shelves made it feel comfortable. The second thing that struck Blaine was Sebastian's dominant scent. Unlike the island house, the condo was filled with the pure scent and essence of Sebastian. It flooded Blaine's nostrils and wrapped itself around his body. He felt his submission jump and burn with need. Maybe wanting to come wasn't such a good idea.

Sebastian walked into the kitchen and peered into the empty refrigerator. He should have told Anissa to have groceries delivered, but everything happened so quickly. He hadn't planned on coming home for another three weeks. He looked at Blaine thoughtfully as if trying to decide something.

"Let's change clothes and go have lunch at the club. Then we need to go to my office."

"What club?"

"Maitres. It's a private club for gay masters. The food is excellent. You'll like it."

Blaine nodded. Food then escape. He followed Sebastian up a winding staircase to the second floor. At the top of the stairs was an open office with a desk, file cabinets and bookshelves. He followed Sebastian into the bedroom and froze.

It was a large bedroom decorated in light blue and silver like the main floor. There was a large bed with a blue and silver bedspread and matching pillows, but what made Blaine stop in his tracks was the cage. It was silver and slightly larger than Kurt's.

Blaine couldn't stop staring at it. Submission, fear, and longing all collided in his mind. He'd always loved his cage. He missed the warm, safe, owned feeling of being locked inside. Held captive. Like a slave. He missed being a true, submissive slave with a master to serve.

Sebastian was watching him, his cock slightly hard as he realized his dream was close to becoming a reality. How many nights had he dreamed of having Blaine locked in a cage in his bedroom? And here he was, staring at the expensive cage Sebastian had specially ordered just for him. The moment he saw it he knew Blaine would look beautiful inside. He couldn't wait to lock him up.

They were both lost in their individual thoughts around the cage until they were startled by Sebastian's ringing cell phone. Sebastian started speaking to someone in fluent French. He gestured towards the door to the closet before disappearing to his office. Blaine looked inside and was once again shocked to find racks of clothes in his size. He stared at the clothes and wished Sebastian would just tell him what to wear. On the island he always wore shorts, jeans and t-shirts, but now they were in a stylish, international city going to a master's club. He was sure he should dress better. Kurt would expect him to dress better. He chose a pair of gray pants with a white shirt, and a black, white and gray cardigan. Black shoes, and black socks. He looked in the mirror and decided Kurt would approve. Sebastian suddenly appeared dressed in a casual black suit with a dark gray button down shirt. The first two buttons were undone and his hair was wild and messy creating a very sexy look. He looked Blaine up and down and smiled.

"Your submissive school boy look. Always super hot. Come on."

Blaine followed him downstairs. Sebastian grabbed his messenger bag and a pair of handcuffs. Blaine's heart sank.

"Gimme your wrists."

"I'm not gonna run." At least not until I've eaten.

"Would you like to prove it?"

Blaine quickly shook his head. Sebastian smirked and locked Blaine in the handcuffs. He then attached a leash to the center of the cuffs which he wrapped around his wrist. Blaine glared at him. Now how the hell was he supposed to run?

They took the elevator down to the garage and walked over to Sebastian's sleek black Lamborghini. Sebastian opened the door and helped Blaine inside. He buckled him in and kissed him on the cheek before getting in on his side.

They whizzed along, whipping around too slow cars and braking for pedestrians. Sebastian's cell phone rang constantly, but he ignored it. Fifteen minutes later they pulled up in front of a very plain looking building with large decorative double doors, but Sebastian didn't turn the car off. He stared at three men and a woman who were chatting right outside the club entrance. Blaine looked at the group and then at Sebastian. Sebastian was frowning and he looked tense. He suddenly accelerated, pulling away from the curb and into traffic causing annoyed drivers to honk angrily.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just changed my mind. We're going somewhere else."

"Why?"

Sebastian didn't answer.

They drove a few miles before pulling up to a chic restaurant. Once inside, the hostess greeted Sebastian with kisses to both cheeks, and despite the fact that other people were clearly waiting for a table, they were immediately seated by the window. Sebastian connected the end of the leash to his chair and began returning missed calls. The waiter came and said something in French. Sebastian nodded and said something back. He looked at Blaine. "Order anything you want," and immediately went back to talking on his phone. Blaine opened the menu. Okay. It was all in French. He looked at Sebastian who was completely engrossed in his conversation. Blaine sighed, closed the menu and looked around the restaurant.

It was lunch time so the restaurant was quite busy. There were many masters and slaves. Many of the slaves were dressed in tight, black leather bondage outfits that were tastefully altered for daytime wear. Some of the masters were dressed in leather too, but most were dressed normally. There were slaves sitting in chairs and others sitting on the floor beside their masters. Blaine stared at the collared slaves and was surprised to feel a wave of jealousy. He wanted his collar and bracelets back. As he looked around he realized this was the first time he'd been around other people in weeks. Probably months. What day was it? What time was it? If he stood up and caused a scene, would anyone help him? Hell, would anyone understand him?

The waiter appeared to take their order. Sebastian stopped talking and looked at Blaine expectantly. "It's all in French." Sebastian's face fell. "Shit. I'm sorry." He turned to the waiter and rattled off a whole lot of something Blaine didn't understand. The waiter nodded and took the menus. Sebastian went back to his phone conversation while Blaine wondered what he was about to eat.

The food arrived quickly. Authentic french toast with bacon, sausage and coffee. Sebastian removed the handcuffs and said something to the waiter in French. The waiter nodded and gave Blaine a hard look before leaving. What the hell? Sebastian laughed.

"What was that all about?"

"I told him you might try to run away, and if you did there was a handsome reward available to anyone on staff who stops you."

"I'm not running away."

Sebastian cocked his head to the side. "Why not?"

"I don't know French." Sebastian laughed.

As they ate, a few people stopped by the table to say hello. Sebastian never introduced Blaine. They all spoke French, so Blaine couldn't understand what was being said, but he was sure he caught the name Tristan more than once followed by a curious glance in his direction. Every time the name was mentioned, Sebastian would tense up as he shook his head and said something in response.

Once they were back in the car, Blaine turned to Sebastian.

"If Tristan wasn't your slave, why did everyone ask about him?"

Sebastian frowned before quickly turning it into a grin. "Why? Jealous?"

"No, just curious."

"We used to hang out a lot." Sebastian put on his sunglasses and pulled off. Blaine stared at him. "Liar."

Sebastian said nothing.

S&B&S&B

From the moment they entered the tall, sleek office building, Blaine could feel a shift in Sebastian. He grew extremely serious, intense and focused. He walked quickly, forcing Blaine to hurry to keep up, and his cell phone was glued to his ear. They took the elevator to the top floor of the building and when the doors opened, a pretty woman was waiting for them.

"I'm so glad you're here. Adrien is freaking out and freaking everyone else out. He swears you're wrong about the measurements. He keeps threatening to call Louis...and your father."

"I'm not wrong and Adrien is an asshole. I came back to stop him before he fucks up this whole project."

They walked into Sebastian's office. Blaine was starting to sense a theme. Bright, airy, lots of light, silver and blue was the color scheme of Sebastian's life.

Sebastian removed Blaine's handcuffs. "Anissa, this is Blaine. Blaine, Anissa, my assistant." Anissa smiled at Blaine. "Oh! I almost forgot." She stepped out of the office for a moment and returned with an iPad which she handed to Sebastian. "All set up just the way you wanted."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I had it double-checked this morning."

"Great. Thanks." Sebastian handed the iPad to Blaine. "Here." Blaine hesitantly accepted it. Really? Sebastian was about to say something when another man walked into the office speaking hyper, rapid French. Blaine quietly went to sit down in a chair in the corner. He opened the iPad and searched the desktop for a web browser. Nothing. He tried to find a wifi connection. Nothing. Well this was worthless. Once the excited man left, Sebastian walked over and looked over his shoulder.

"I had it loaded with writing programs. I thought you might want to work on your music. I know you like to write lyrics and songs and stuff." Blaine didn't say anything. Words didn't come to him anymore. Not since being taken away from Kurt. He was about to explain this when Sebastian's phone rang. Blaine opened one of the programs and started typing Kurt's name over and over again. After a few minutes he felt someone watching him. He looked up and saw Anissa staring at him with a slightly amused, yet confused look. She gave him a small smile before turning her attention to Sebastian. They started discussing business. Blaine half listened until he heard the words, New York.

"...wanted to know if you planned to keep the apartment or if you might be interested in letting it go. He's had several calls from people trying to get a place on that block. I'm sure he's going to triple the rent for the new tenants. Is Tristan still living there?"

Sebastian glanced at Blaine and then away quickly as their eyes met.

"Tell him I want to keep it. If he has a problem, offer to pay him for the full year in advance."

"Is Tristan still there? How long is he going to stay?"

Sebastian gave her a cold look. She knew what it meant. Shut up.

"I'll take care of it. Have you talked to Royce?" Sebastian shook his head.

"He's been calling here like five times a day looking for you. Says something must be wrong with your cell phone because you haven't returned his calls."

Sebastian glanced at Blaine who appeared to be typing away. Sebastian smiled, feeling proud of himself for thinking of the iPad. He shook his head. "No. I don't wanna talk to him. Tell him I'm away on business and can't be reached. I have limited cell phone reception." Anissa nodded slowly. "Is something wrong?" Or did you finally realize what a disgusting excuse for a human being he is? Sebastian shook his head and continued to watch Blaine.

"I just don't want to see or talk to him right now."

S&B&S&B

After a few more hours at the office, Sebastian felt ready for his showdown the next morning. Blaine had fallen asleep, curled up on the loveseat in the corner of the office. Sebastian knelt down and gently caressed his hair. He kissed his forehead and then gently shook him. Blaine opened his eyes, but didn't immediately jump up. He lay there for a moment staring into Sebastian's eyes. There was a new emotion swirling within the green. Possessiveness. Sebastian stood up. "Come on, let's go get dinner."

They ate at a small cafe. Unlike lunch, Sebastian gave Blaine his undivided attention. He told him about his work and made Blaine laugh with made up stories about the other people in the restaurant. By the time they returned to Sebastian's condo, they were both tired and ready for bed. While Blaine was in the bathroom, Sebastian set the electronic lock and alarm on the door of the condo. He took his bag upstairs and pulled out the iPad to see what Blaine had written.

The name Kurt typed hundreds of times.

Anger and disappointment rolled through him. He deleted the name, wishing he was deleting the real Kurt at the same time.

He put the iPad back in his bag and watched Blaine come out of the bathroom. Blaine sat down on the bed and stared at the cage. Sebastian moved to sit behind him. He gently played with Blaine's hair as he leaned forward and quietly spoke in his ear.

"Would you like me to lock you inside? I will if you want me to. Just ask."

Blaine closed his eyes and exhaled. Of course he wanted to be locked inside the cage, but he wasn't about to ask. He would fight his nature until he couldn't. He shook his head and stood up. Sebastian stood up as well, pulled the bedspread and sheet back and climbed into bed. Blaine hesitated for a moment before climbing in beside him. No chains? If Sebastian didn't remember, he certainly wasn't going to t remind him. Instead he pulled up the covers and allowed Sebastian to pull him close, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around Blaine's body. As the master aura encircled him, his body relaxed and his mind floated into a calm, restful state. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought of Kurt and hoped he would forgive him this one indiscretion.

Surely Kurt would understand.

Survival.

S&B&S&B

Sebastian woke up the next morning in the mood for a fight. He was ready to do battle with Adrien. Adrien Boushard hated Sebastian and no one could blame him. Sebastian had walked in the door, straight out of college, and was immediately named Vice President in Charge of Key Projects, a title that normally took at least 7-10 years to earn. Adrien felt he should have that title, and in all honesty, he was right, but he wasn't the company owner's son. The fact that Sebastian was actually smart, talented and doing an excellent job, pissed Adrien off further. He was always looking for mistakes in Sebastian's work and now he was convinced he'd found a big one. Sebastian couldn't wait to prove him wrong.

Blaine woke up determined to get away.

Being in Sebastian's condo was affecting him. Sebastian's dominant scent, essence and energy floated through the condo and layered itself on Blaine's skin, infecting him and causing his submission to burn hotter and stronger than before.

You need a master. He's a master. Submit to him! Why are you starving yourself?

Blaine constantly shook the thoughts from his mind, but they were becoming more insistent and unrelenting. He had to find a way to run.

Once they were dressed and Blaine locked in the handcuffs, they headed straight to Sebastian's office. Blaine was disappointed by the handcuffs and the lack of breakfast, but he didn't say anything.

There were several people waiting when they arrived. Sebastian immediately began giving orders and gathering things on his desk. At a quarter to nine the entire entourage headed down the hall to the conference room. Blaine remained handcuffed, led by Sebastian. When they arrived at the room, Sebastian had Blaine sit in a seat in the back. He attached Blaine's leash to a metal bar on the wall. So much for running.

The meeting was loud and intense. Blaine had no idea what was going on since everyone spoke French. He closed his eyes and tuned out. He was hungry and tired. Tired of the internal war raging inside him. He started thinking about the cage in Sebastian's bedroom. It would be nice to be in a cage again...

Michael Smythe quietly slipped in the room and sat down next to Blaine. Blaine stared at him in complete surprise. He nodded at Blaine and turned his attention to his son who was speaking and pointing out things on a screen. Michael slowly nodded as Sebastian spoke. For once he was proud of him. Sebastian was articulate, clear and on point. His measurements and calculations were perfect. Perhaps it was time to fire Adrien.

The meeting ended with everyone agreeing to move forward based on Sebastian's work. Sebastian smiled smugly as Adrien stormed out of the room. Asshole. Michael waited until everyone left to approach his son. Sebastian glared at him. What the fuck was he doing here?

"Well done, Sebastian, well done. I knew you had your numbers right."

"What are you doing here?"

"I came in case you needed back up."

"You didn't trust me."

"No, no, of course I trust you. I just wanted to be here in case you needed my help. Adrien really has it out for you. I think it's time for him to go."

"No! He does good work. I don't need my father taking care of my enemies. I'm fine."

Michael Smythe nodded with a frown. "Fine." He looked at Blaine.

"How's this going? I see you haven't claimed him. What are you waiting for?"

"I'll do it soon. Just waiting for him to...adjust."

Blaine shook his head. "No! I don't wanna be claimed by you!"

Sebastian turned red as his father narrowed his eyes and stared at Blaine.

"Doesn't sound like he's adjusting at all."

"He'll be fine."

"Where's my mother? Have you talked to her? I wanna go home. I wanna go back to Kurt. He's my master. I belong with him. Please? Will you tell my mom? Tell her I wanna go home. I belong to Kurt."

Michael's eyes turned cold. "Not anymore you don't. Your mother and I spoke and decided it was better for you to be with someone of your own social class. You belong to Sebastian now. I suggest you accept that. The sooner the better."

Michael turned to Sebastian. "I don't know what you're waiting for, but you need to hurry up and claim him. He clearly needs a collar. For his own good and for appropriate...appearances. Given your past indiscretions, you don't want people to get the wrong impression. I'm heading back to the states. Perhaps you'll come visit next month?" Sebastian was furious, but kept his voice steady. "We'll see. I need to see the project through to completion." Michael nodded. "Understood. I'll tell your mother you said hello and that you and Blaine will visit as soon as you're able." Michael walked towards the door, but stopped and turned back around, his eyes on Blaine. "The next time I see him, I expect him to be collared."

Sebastian angrily gathered his things and yanked the leash, causing Blaine to stumble as he followed after him. He threw his things down on his desk and bellowed for Anissa.

"We're outta here. Everything should be fine moving forward. I'll be working from home for the rest of the week...probably longer."

Anissa nodded. "Okay. Oh, Royce called three times. He said it was important." Sebastian grabbed his bag and headed for the door. "I can't be reached, remember?"

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That evening Sebastian stared at Blaine with dark, lustful eyes. His dominance was rolling through him in hot waves of desire and need. His entire body was on full alert. He could sense it. Feel it. Practically smell it.

Blaine was about to break.

He'd been quiet all day as he concentrated on suppressing his submission, but it had finally penetrated the mental wall he'd built, and was spreading into the submissive core of his mind. Sebastian could see it in his eyes. With his mind weakened, Blaine's body couldn't fight anymore. The need was too strong, and he was mentally on edge. He just needed a gentle push.

Blaine was curled up on the bed, away from Sebastian. He could feel what was happening to him and was helpless to stop it. Between Sebastian's presence, being in his home, the cage, and his natural need to submit, Blaine was starting to drown.

And Sebastian was ready to hold him under.

He spoke quietly. "Do you really think he's still looking for you? It's been almost three months. He's not going to find you. I seriously doubt he's still looking...assuming he ever was." Blaine said nothing. Sebastian scooted closer to him. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Blaine spoke.

"You're wrong."

"About what?"

"Kurt. He is looking for me. He is. I know he is."

"Must not be looking very hard."

"He doesn't know I'm in Europe. He's probably searching Ohio."

"He's probably fucking his new slave."

Blaine jumped up. "No! No, he's not! I'm his slave!"

Sebastian narrowed his eyes and stared into Blaine's.

"Are you, Blaine?"

Doubt.

Fear.

Desperation.

Need.

He'd finally reached the end.

He just needed permission to fall.

Sebastian stood up. His voice strong, dominant and firm, but quiet.

"Blaine, he's not looking for you. Sure, maybe he tried for a while, but Kurt is a strong dominant, used to being served by his slave everyday. Do you really think he's sitting alone with no one to fulfill his needs?"

Blaine shook his head, but his voice was weak. "He loves me. He claimed me. I belong to him. Me. Only me. He doesn't want anyone else."

"He didn't want anyone else. But you're gone. You're here with me. Where you belong. Where you've always belonged. And Kurt has found someone else to serve him. Stop torturing yourself, Blaine. Stop starving yourself, denying your true nature. Just let go, gorgeous. You're allowed to have what you want. What you need. Submit Blaine. Fall into your submission where you belong. It's your nature. It's who you are. More than most, a submissive is what you are. Submit Blaine. Just submit."

Sebastian had slowly closed the space between them. Blaine was trembling, his eyes slowly closing and opening as he grew dizzy under the powerful words of a master. Sebastian gently placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and began backing him towards the wall. Blaine's eyes were bright and wide, full of fear and confusion, but also desperate and pleading. Sebastian's eyes were dark and powerful as his dominance and command flowed hot and strong, preparing to devour the sub before him.

They hit the wall.

Sebastian pulled Blaine's hands up above his head, pinning them there. He pressed his body into Blaine's.

Blaine broke.

His mind exploded, shattering the wall of strength and denial he had cobbled together. The stronger, first line of mental strength built by Kurt had shattered weeks ago. Blaine had been holding on through sheer will and determination.

But nature trumps nurture every time.

His submission flowed through him. He needed to serve. To be completely and fully dominated and forced to submit while at the same time, wanting to submit more than anything. Sebastian stepped back and Blaine fell to the floor, his arms wrapped around his waist as his submission rolled and burned through him, returning to its natural level. Sebastian stood over him, watching, waiting, ready.

Blaine's mind raced and stumbled.

"Your submission is to me and me alone."

Kurt...

No collar...

"I command you to refuse all others."

Kurt...

No collar...

"Never submit to another, Blaine. Never."

Kurt...

"A submissive is what you are."

"Fall into your submission where you belong."

"It's your nature. It's who you are. More than most, a submissive is what you are."

"Submit Blaine. Just submit."

Master...

"Blaine? Open your eyes, Blaine. Look at me."

Blaine very slowly moved to his knees and slowly lifted his head.

Ohhhhh...

Sebastian smiled as he stared into the eyes he remembered from high school. Gorgeous honey-amber eyes, full of obedience and fear.

The eyes of submission.

Blaine's submission.

Sebastian laced his fingers in Blaine's hair and pulled his head back. Blaine's eyes were wet and his lips were slightly parted. Sebastian started to take his cock out, but hesitated. Not yet.

He was not a rapist.

He stared into Blaine's eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Blaine."

Blaine glanced at Sebastian's crotch before lowering his eyes to the floor.

"Look at me." Blaine looked up into Sebastian's eyes.

"All you have to do is ask. Say the words, Blaine. Just say the words. You're a sub slave. The words are a part of your inner being. You want to say them. You need to say them. Stop fighting. Ask and you shall receive."

Blaine couldn't break free from Sebastian's penetrating stare. A stare that reached deep down inside him, penetrating his submissive core, pushing him over the final cliff.

"Say it, Blaine. Say it."

"I...please...please...may I...serve you?"

Sebastian's hand shook as he inched down his boxers and took out his twitching cock. He pressed the head to Blaine's lips.

"You may serve me."

Blaine's body shivered as the heavy cock hit his tongue. He sucked it down slowly and then dragged his mouth back up before beginning to suck. Strong, powerful, hungry sucks, desperate to taste cum.

Fuuuuccccckkkk.

Sebastian struggled not to come immediately. Blaine's mouth around his cock was something he had dreamed of since high school, but this was about more than getting his cock sucked. This was about breaking Blaine. He had to draw it out.

Sebastian summoned control over his body as he pulled Blaine's head back and pushed his cock all the way down his throat. Blaine struggled not to choke as his submission exploded.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

More. More. More.

Sebastian continued driving his cock down Blaine's throat, enjoying the sounds of his choking. He shifted his angle and began fucking his mouth, pumping his hips, forcing Blaine to accept every inch of him. Blaine was moaning and wanting desperately for Sebastian's cum to fill his mouth, but Sebastian wasn't about to give it to him. Not yet. Not until Blaine begged for it. He pulled out suddenly leaving Blaine confused and starving.

"Stand up."

Blaine stood up.

"On your knees." Blaine fell to his knees, hands at his sides, eyes on the floor. In that moment of complete obedience, Sebastian's brain shifted into a new headspace of control and command.

"Stand up."

Blaine stood again, his eyes wide. Hungry. Needy. Sebastian wrapped his arms around him and held him close. "Don't worry, gorgeous. I'll take care of you. I promise. Just focus on me." Blaine stared into Sebastian's eyes as Sebastian began undressing him slowly before removing his own clothes. He placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and gently pushed him back against the wall. "You're still hungry, aren't you? Don't worry. I'm going to give you what you want. What you need. What you've been starving for."

Sebastian arranged Blaine's body in an X against the wall. He locked a tight metal bracelet around each of Blaine's wrists which he connected to a thin yet strong black rope that could either keep Blaine tied to the wall, or extend and allow Blaine to drop to his knees. He left Blaine's feet free. He grabbed a key from his dresser and unlocked a silver cabinet. He studied his collection for a moment before choosing a thick leather hood with a mouth opening. It was appropriately named, a cock sucker hood. Sebastian cupped Blaine's cheek.

"I know how hungry you are. How starved you are for cum, so for the next 24 hours that's all you will eat. My cum. Nothing else."

Blaine's eyes grew wide. "I...I..." he faltered as Sebastian pressed his body hard and firm against him. Blaine moaned as tiny sparks of erotic electricity danced across his skin and raced through his body. Sebastian pulled back and watched Blaine's expression turn desperate. "Please...I...I need..." Sebastian smiled. "Yes, I know gorgeous. You're hungry. Time for dinner." Sebastian slowly pulled the hood over Blaine's head. It was soft, but very tight and left Blaine in a world of darkness and silence. All he could do was moan. And suck.

Sebastian wrapped his hands around Blaine's wrists and pressed tightly into him once more. He could feel Blaine's body tensing and releasing as it sucked in the feel of him. He slid his leg between Blaine's and rubbed their cocks together. Blaine trembled and shook as Sebastian pressed into him for ten minutes straight, overwhelming his body with the feel of a master. When he finally stepped back, Blaine tried to lean forward, desperately pulling his bound wrists, needing to feel again. Sebastian waited five minutes and then flipped a switch releasing the rope, allowing him to lower Blaine to his knees, but still keep him tied to the wall. Sebastian pressed his cock to Blaine's lips and Blaine sucked hungrily. Sebastian allowed him to suck for several minutes before pulling out and pulling Blaine to standing position. He pressed their bodies together again for another ten minutes, stepped back, waited five minutes, and then slid his cock into Blaine's mouth again allowing him to suck.

He did this over, and over, and over.

Blaine was a mess. His master starved body couldn't get enough of the feel of Sebastian against him, and tasting his cock pushed everything into overdrive. Every thrust down his throat left him craving more. Needing more. Wanting more. He wanted to be used, controlled and forced to submit over and over again. He wanted to be fucked. Hard. Brutal. His ass completely destroyed. All in service to a master.

Sebastian manged to hold off for an hour before exploding in Blaine's mouth. He pressed his hands against the wall to keep from toppling over as he screamed from the powerful, hot rush. Just as Blaine was finally being fed, so was Sebastian. His need to dominate Blaine had burned within him for months. Some days it had been so bad that he had seriously thought about just taking him, but he'd wanted Blaine in the purest state possible. As close to the Blaine he fell for in high school. And he wanted Blaine to want him. To need him.

He allowed Blaine to softly suck and lick at his cock for a few minutes. Blaine wanted every drop of cum he could catch. He was desperate for the feel and taste. How long would he have to wait for more?

Sebastian finally pulled Blaine to his feet, pushed him back against the wall, and changed the restraints to chains. He chained both his wrists and ankles to the wall, and then placed a locking bar across his neck, waist and thighs. Blaine was locked to the wall and still wearing the hood. Sebastian eyed Blaine's cock. He decided to allow it to remain free, but he hung a small weight from his balls. Blaine's body convulsed from the waves of sexual submission racing through him. Sebastian wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock and began to stroke. He knew Blaine was on the edge, but needed permission to come. Sebastian cruelly stroked him until Blaine was shaking with the need to explode. He released his cock and whispered in his ear.

"You may not come."

Blaine screamed.

"Please! Please...I need...I can't..."

"You will not come, Blaine."

Sebastian placed a gag in Blaine's mouth and laid down on his bed. He set his alarm for an hour and a half, and fell asleep staring at hooded, weighted, gagged, bound Blaine.

The most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Blaine relaxed into the tight bondage. Every nerve in his body was awake and pulsing. It all felt so punishing, and yet so good. So, so, fucking good. He really wanted to come, but was grateful for the torture of not being allowed to. His balls ached from both the need to come and from the weight. He drifted in and out of consciousness, always grateful to find himself still trapped when he woke up.

Ninety minutes later, Sebastian woke up. He rolled over and ran his eyes up and down Blaine's bound body. He loved the way he looked and thought about leaving him there for the rest of the night, but he wanted Blaine's breakdown complete by morning. He climbed out of bed and stood in front of him. He reached out and took Blaine's cock in his hand. Blaine's breathing sped up as little moans and cries escaped him. Sebastian kneeled in front of him and took his cock in his mouth. Blaine groaned and gasped from the wonderful pleasure coursing through his cock, but he knew it would be followed by the cruel denial of his orgasm. An orgasm he needed to have so badly, but loved being denied.

Sebastian sucked Blaine's cock until he could feel the quivering inside his groin. He pulled off and stood up.

"You may not come. Only I get to come. In your mouth."

He left the hood on, but removed the gag and unchained him from the wall. Blaine immediately fell to his hands and knees from a mixture of exhaustion and submission.

"Crawl to the cage, Blaine."

Finally.

Sebastian guided him as Blaine obediently crawled to the cage. Sebastian unlocked the door.

"In."

Blaine crawled inside. Sebastian closed the door and locked it.

"Go to sleep."

Blaine lay down on the mattress and was asleep in seconds.

Sebastian smiled.

Perfect.

S&B&S&B

Blaine woke up several hours later still encased in complete silence and darkness. His mouth tasted musty and salty, but his body felt wonderful. For the first time in months there was no throbbing ache and burning inside his submissive core. There was no dull pain in his head and he didn't have that achy, longing feeling. There was still a hunger to be dominated, but not the starving feeling of the past weeks.

He reached out and touched the bars of the cage. It felt wonderful to be locked in a cage. So soothing and settling. He sat up and wondered if Kurt was in bed.

No...wait...

Not Kurt. Sebastian.

He pushed the thought out of his head. He didn't want to think about it.

"Well good morning, sleepy slave."

Sebastian unlocked the cage and Blaine crawled out. Sebastian hooked a leash to the D-ring on the back of the hood and led Blaine to the bathroom. He helped him stand and aim correctly. He fixed his toothbrush and allowed him to brush his teeth. He then led him to the middle of the bedroom. He took out his cock and pressed it to Blaine's lips.

"Serve me."

Blaine obediently sucked, gratefully swallowing the cum that poured from Sebastian's cock. Sebastian patted him on the head. "Remember my promise to you. 24 hours of cum. Nothing else. Today you are a cum slut. Of course, you probably always are."

Over the course of the next several hours, Sebastian made good on his promise. Blaine sucked cock all day. Almost every hour, on the hour. When it was time for him to work, Sebastian made Blaine kneel under his desk with his head in Sebastian's lap. When he was ready he would reach down and press his cock to Blaine's lips. Blaine obediently sucked and swallowed.

By late afternoon, Blaine's mouth was tired and his jaw was aching. Sebastian placed him in his cage for a nap, leaving the hood on. While Blaine slept, Sebastian prepared to solidify Blaine's return to complete and total submission.

Two hours later Sebastian woke Blaine, pulled him out of the cage, and backed him into the wall. He pressed his body into Blaine's and listened to his broken, erotic moans as the feel of Sebastian flooded him. After several minutes he pulled Blaine away from the wall and made him stand up straight, legs wide apart. Sebastian took out a parachute chain ball weight. First he snapped the tight, metal ring around Blaine's balls. Four chains hung from the ring creating a parachute look, thus the name. He carefully hung a weight from each chain. Blaine shook and shuttered as each weight was added. He groaned and almost fell when Sebastian slid a tight metal cock ring down his hard and twitching cock.

"Remain standing, gorgeous."

Sebastian turned Blaine around and walked him towards the wall, face first. He chained his wrists and ankles to the wall, and added a spreader bar for good measure. He then removed the hood.

Blaine blinked several times as his adjusted to the dim light. He stared at the wall in front of him. Why was he facing the wall?

His eyes grew wide and his blood raced faster in his veins when he heard the crack of a whip. Sebastian smiled evilly as he saw Blaine shake with fear.

"No! Please! Please, Sebastian!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I've been trained by the best." Sebastian raised his arm and grinned wickedly. "I'm gonna whip the shit out of you, Blaine. Punishment for making me wait so fucking long to have you."

The whip cut across Blaine's back.

Blaine screamed.

The whip came down again.

Blaine screamed, but this time something shifted.

The whip hit again.

Blaine screamed, but was it in pain or pleasure?

Again.

And again.

And again.

Blaine's screams filled the condo, but they were the result of a strange, twisted pleasure that electrified Blaine's body with every strike. There was pain, but each hit made his body shake, swinging the weights that hung from his balls, sending erotic cues and pulses through his cock. And then there was the fact that he was chained to the wall, his legs spread apart by the bar. He was unable to move. Unable to run. Unable to stop or control what was happening to him.

He was a slave.

A completely, dominated and tortured slave at the mercy of the strong master that wielded the whip.

Sebastian loved Blaine's screams and cries. His cock grew harder and drove him to strike harder. As Blaine screamed, Sebastian's mind spiraled out of control. Punish him. Punish him for denying you. For telling your parents that he didn't want you. For choosing bitch ass Hummel over you. Punish him for making you wait...for making you question...for making you send Tristan away. He deserves this. Break his submissive ass and show him who his master really is.

After another minute Sebastian dropped the whip and stepped back. He was sweating and breathing hard. Blaine's back was covered in dark red lashes, but no blood. Sebastian was relieved. The training he and Royce took had just paid off. He walked over to Blaine and stood behind him. Blaine was shaking as tears rolled down his cheeks from both the intense pain and indescribable pleasure, plus the agonizing need to come. Sebastian carefully removed the spreader bar and the ball weights. He released Blaine's ankles and then slowly released his arms, making sure he was leaning against the wall so he wouldn't fall. He stood behind him and carefully reached around to remove the cock ring. He whispered in his ear. "Come for me, Blaine."

Blaine's yell was deep and guttural as shot after shot of thick cum burst from his cock, splattering the wall and floor. His body seemed to vibrate. Every time Sebastian thought he was done, another thick load would erupt from Blaine's cock.

Finally Blaine sagged in Sebastian's arms, his body wrecked and exhausted. Sebastian carefully maneuvered him to the bed and laid him on his stomach. He opened the nightstand and took out an ointment to apply to the deep cuts on Blaine's back. He carefully laid down next to him. Blaine's eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep yet. Just overwhelmed by what he'd experienced.

Sebastian caressed his cheek and whispered to him.

"You are so beautiful, Blaine. Your submission is amazing. I knew it would be. It's why I never stopped wanting you. And now that I have you, gorgeous...

I'll never let you go."