Chapter 17

As they walked into their New York apartment, both relaxed in a way neither had in four months.

Home.

Together.

Blaine swayed slightly as Kurt's dominant energy and essence floated through the apartment and landed on him, layering itself thick and heavy on his skin. He closed his eyes and gratefully inhaled the feeling. The overpowering essence helped settle his dazed and confused mind.

Blaine's submission had been struggling to sort itself since Kurt walked into Sebastian's condo. Blaine recognized Kurt as his master, but everything he'd been through had left his mind scarred and his submission confused. Kurt was Blaine's master, but where was his collar? Why had he been wearing a cockcage from another master? Why had he been in another master's cage?

Being home and under Kurt's watchful eyes and dominant presence was soothing and welcome, but also overwhelming. Kurt placed his hand on the small of Blaine's back to steady him.

"We should take a shower and get you into bed."

Blaine nodded obediently and followed Kurt to the bedroom. He was surprised by its messy state. Kurt smiled apologetically. "I had to pack fast." Blaine looked around until his eyes landed on the cage. His cage. He walked over to it and ran his hand along the bars. Kurt watched him and jealously remembered the cage he'd seen in Sebastian's room. How much time did Blaine spend inside it? Would he still want to spend time in this cage? Sebastian's cage was larger. Would Blaine think this cage was too small?

Blaine was also thinking about Sebastian's cage. He didn't like that it had been bigger. He loved this one because it was smaller and more confining. He turned to Kurt.

"I missed my cage."

Kurt's heart soared. "I missed you." Kurt paused before continuing. The possessive master in him couldn't help it. "Did you spend a lot of time in his cage?"

Blaine looked at the floor. "No. There wasn't a cage on the island. Only in Paris."

"Island?"

"I...we were on an island until...I guess it was a few weeks ago. There wasn't a cage but..."

"But what?" Kurt urged. He was desperate for details.

"Um...he chained me to the bed."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "For how long?"

Blaine realized how it sounded. "No...I mean...at night. Only at night, he chained my ankles to the bed."

Of course. Sebastian was smart. Chaining Blaine to the bed was a way of subtly pushing him towards submission. Bondage fed Blaine's submission. Chaining him up at night was a gentle way of pushing him to break. Kurt's insides burned at the thought of Blaine being chained to someone else's bed.

He hadn't meant to get into this. Not this soon, but now that they were talking about it, Kurt couldn't control his curiosity. He wanted to know what had happened to his slave.

"Tell me what he did to you." It was a firm command full of demand. Blaine dropped to his knees at Kurt's tone, as guilt and fear washed over him. His eyes filled with tears. He'd betrayed his master by submitting to another. And he'd enjoyed what the other master did to him. Kurt was going to hate him.

Kurt sat down on the bed. He hadn't meant to be so forceful. "Come here." Blaine crawled over to him and remained on his knees, eyes on the floor. "Look at me." Blaine raised his eyes. Kurt could see his tears, fear and...guilt? Why guilt?

"Blaine, I promise I will always love you. No matter what. None of this was your fault and no matter what you did or were forced to do...it's okay. There's nothing to forgive. We just need to forget. Now, tell me what happened from the moment you were placed in the van."

Blaine took a deep breath and and told Kurt everything starting with the shower at the recovery center, losing his collar, the plane, the island, John, hiding in the woods, Paris, being handcuffed, Maitres, ending with Royce beating up Sebastian.

He left out everything sexual.

Kurt knew better. "Tell me what Sebastian did to you."

Blaine slowly described the night of his breakdown. The endless cocksucking, the hood, the intense ball weights, the whipping. Kurt watched how Blaine's eye's clouded over with deep guilt as he described being whipped.

"Did you enjoy being whipped?"

Blaine nodded and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Kurt shook his head. "Don't be sorry. Tell me why you enjoyed it."

"It...was so...punishing and...it made me feel so owned and dominated."

"Did it hurt?"

"At first, yes, but then...then it felt...it felt amazing. So intense and...controlling."

Blaine pressed his forehead to the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please...I'm so sorry."

Kurt pulled him up. "I command you to stop apologizing. You're wired to enjoy being punished by a master. It wasn't your fault." Blaine nodded, but kept his eyes on the floor.

Kurt waited a moment before asking the next question. He was terrified of the answer.

"Blaine...did...did you and Sebastian...did he...did you have sex?"

Blaine vigorously shook his head. "No. He was waiting. Waiting for our claiming day."

Kurt exhaled with relief, but Blaine suddenly pressed his forehead to the floor again and began crying.

"Please, please punish me, Kurt. Please. I deserve punishment."

Kurt shook his head. "No. No, Blaine. You don't deserve to be punished. This wasn't your fault."

"But I disobeyed you. I submitted to another master. Another master...touched me and...and I served him and...slept in his cage, and just...please...please punish me."

"No. You don't deserve to be punished. You did nothing wrong. It was your submission, Blaine. He broke you. He knew you would eventually have no choice but to give in to your natural hunger. He starved you, and I'm really proud of you for fighting back, but you were going to break eventually and it's okay. I understand."

"But I should have fought harder. I never should have submitted to him. You told me to never submit to another master, and I did. Please...please punish me."

"No. Now stop. Let's take a shower."

Kurt pulled Blaine to his feet and started undressing him. Blaine just stood there feeling guilty and confused. He deserved to be punished. Why wouldn't Kurt punish him? Kurt always punished him for not following the rules.

As the water cascaded down, Kurt pulled Blaine close and began kissing him. Softly at first, lip to lip. Gentle and loving. Slowly their kisses grew more urgent and needy. Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's curls and pressed his mouth harder into his. When he finally allowed Blaine up for air, he attached his neck, sucking hard, leaving dark red marks. He whispered to him, "You're mine, Blaine. All mine. I love you so much. I missed you so much." Blaine melted under Kurt's voice. Kurt still wanted him. Despite everything, his master still wanted him.

Once Blaine was tucked into bed, Kurt moisturized and tidied up the apartment before collapsing on the couch to think about Blaine's story. He smiled as he imagined the look on Sebastian's face when he realized Blaine was not the Blaine he remembered from high school. That had probably been a nasty shock for him, but then Sebastian waited patiently for nature to take its course. Kurt was grateful for Sebastian's patience. If he'd been in a hurry he would have simply raped Blaine and slapped a collar on him, and then Kurt wouldn't have been able to take him.

A collar.

He needed to collar Blaine as soon as possible. It would help Blaine, and hopefully provide some protection and buy some time if Victoria showed up.

Should he punish Blaine?

Kurt wondered if he was making the right decision by denying Blaine's request for punishment. He only punished Blaine for breaking rules or bad behavior. Yes, Blaine had broken a command, but the circumstances were beyond his control. It didn't seem right to punish him.

But then again...

Blaine craved being controlled and punishing him was a form of control. Maybe punishing him would help re-establish his balance and strength.

Kurt shook his head. He was tired and thinking too much. He picked up his cell phone. It had been off since he'd left. There were several panicked calls from Quinn asking if he'd heard from Noah. A call from his dad also asking about Noah after receiving a call from Quinn. A call from Kevin and a call from Cooper. Kurt listened to Cooper's message but didn't call him back. He and Noah had agreed to keep Blaine's return a secret until they heard from Tristan and figured out their options. Kurt wasn't sure what he wanted to tell Cooper, and he wasn't sure he trusted him.

He decided to call his dad. He was sure his father would not approve of anything that had happened over the past several hours, but he deserved to know what was going on in case someone contacted him.

"Kurt?"

"Hi dad."

"How are you? Is everything okay?"

"Um...yes. Well...kind of. I mean...yes. I have good news. I have Blaine."

"What?"

"I have Blaine. I got him back."

"How?"

Kurt launched into a rambling explanation of everything that had happened since Noah first showed up at his apartment. Burt listened quietly until Kurt finished.

"How is he?"

"He's broken. He's worse than he was in high school. Sebastian broke him. He broke him and...he didn't take care of him. He's lost weight. He looks scared, confused and exhausted, and frankly...I'm scared too. I'm scared I don't know how to fix him."

"Sure you do, Kurt. Just take your time and stay true to the nature of your relationship with Blaine. Don't hold back. You are his master. He is your slave. Despite the past four months, the bond created between the two of you on your night of confirmation is still in effect because you never released him. Once you re-collar him, I'm sure everything will be fine."

Kurt closed his eyes and nodded, more for himself than anything else. He really needed to believe his father was right.

"Listen, don't tell anyone about Blaine. It's best to keep this under wraps until we figure out the next move."

"Noah said the same thing and that's fine with me, but if Michael Smythe signs Blaine over to me, won't that be it?"

Burt sighed. "I honestly don't know, Kurt. We're in new territory as far as slave ownership goes. I would assume that's exactly how it works, but who knows. I've learned that the ministry does whatever the hell it wants to do for the right price, and Victoria has plenty of money."

Kurt felt a chill of fear run through him. "Y-you don't think Victoria would take him again, do you? Can she do that?" Kurt couldn't bear the thought of going through another separation. He made up his mind in that moment that if Victoria threatened to take Blaine, this time they would run for real.

"I don't know, kiddo. I really don't know. I can barely believe everything you've just told me. This entire thing is insane. Why would Michael Smythe pay Blaine's friends to accuse you of abuse? He's friends with Victoria. Obviously the two of them agreed for Blaine to go to Sebastian. Why add the abuse allegation? It wasn't necessary. They didn't have to taint you with that. Damn bastards. And why do all this in the first place? I can't believe they did all this just to give Blaine to Sebastian, especially if the kid already had a slave. What the hell is really going?"

Kurt thought about the message from Cooper. Maybe he should call him sooner rather than later. Maybe Cooper would have answers.

"I don't know, and frankly, I really don't care. I know I should, but I don't. I just wanna focus on Blaine. On us. I just wanna get us back to where we were before this nightmare began."

Burt sighed. He had no idea what might happen next, so he decided to keep his fears to himself. After all, he was the one who decided to hire Noah to find Blaine. Noah did his job. Now they would just have to manage the consequences.

After promises to be careful and to call everyday, Kurt double checked the door locks, turned off the lights, and climbed into bed. Blaine immediately curled his body into Kurt's. Kurt wrapped his arms around him and promptly fell asleep.

Kurt woke up the next morning around 10:00 am. He watched Blaine sleep. From the sound of his breathing, Kurt was sure Blaine would sleep for several more hours. He quietly crept out of their bedroom and headed for the kitchen. As he peered in the refrigerator and checked the cupboards, he decided that he really needed to go grocery shopping. He wanted to have everything on hand to prepare Blaine's favorite foods. Sebastian hadn't fed him right. He looked too thin.

Kurt sat down at the kitchen table to figure out what to do. He didn't want to leave Blaine alone, but he also didn't want to take him out in public. That was too stressful. The airport had been awful. Blaine had clung to Kurt with a death grip, his eyes wide and terrified. Despite trying to project more of his slave side, Blaine flinched every time Noah looked at him. On the plane Blaine practically sat in Kurt's lap, whining when Kurt ordered him to buckle in for take off. Seeing Blaine like this conjured up the stories Wes had told Kurt about Blaine as a child. Constantly cowering in a state of fear, trying desperately to stay out of his mother's way as she screamed at him for being weak. Kurt entertained murderous thoughts of Victoria and Sebastian before getting back on task. He called Chandler.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Hi. Listen, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"If I text you a grocery list, will you go to the store, pick everything up and bring it to me?"

Chandler was quiet for a moment."Well sure, but...are you okay? Are you ill?"

"Uh...I'm...yeah, I'm not feeling well."

"Okay. I'll leave work early. No problem."

"Thanks."

S&C&S&C

Seth watched Chandler suspiciously as he placed items in the cart.

"This stuff is for Kurt?"

"Mmm hmm." Chandler nodded as he scanned the cereal aisle for Apple Jacks. Seth narrowed his eyes. Since when does Kurt eat Apple Jacks? It wasn't until they reached the check out, and Seth watched the items travel down the conveyor belt that he figured it out. His face broke out into a huge smile as his eyes danced.

"He's home!"

Chandler gave him a confused look. "What?"

Seth looked around and lowered his voice. "Blaine is back."

"What are you talking about? Blaine's not back. What makes you think that?"

"Just look at your list and think about every birthday dinner Kurt has ever prepared for Blaine. These are all Blaine's favorite foods or the ingredients to make Blaine's favorite meals. He's back! He's back and Kurt is cooking for him!"

Chandler shook his head sadly. He knew how much Seth missed Blaine. He'd never seen Seth as sad as he'd been during the past four months.

"Seth, hon, we talked about this. I really hope Blaine makes it home, but the chances of Kurt getting him back are really slim to none. I hope he comes home, but chances are he won't."

Seth grabbed the grocery bags and smiled at Chandler.

"Let's take Kurt his groceries."

K&B&K&B

Kurt opened the door when he heard the buzzer. A moment later Chandler and Seth entered.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

They headed straight to the kitchen. Kurt began unpacking.

"Thank you so much for doing this. Let me know how much I owe you."

Seth couldn't control himself. "Where is he?"

"Seth!" Chandler hissed. Kurt froze.

"Where is who?"

"Blaine! I know he's back!"

Kurt was shocked. "What...how...what makes you say that?"

"This is all Blaine's favorite stuff! These are his favorite foods, or ingredients to make his favorite foods. You're cooking for Blaine!"

"Seth! Enough! Kurt, I'm really sorry. I tried to tell him..." Chandler trailed off as he looked at Kurt's expression. Seth started bouncing in place.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Kurt?"

"Kurt?"

Kurt's mind was racing. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but he hated keeping it a secret. He wanted someone to be happy with him. Seth suddenly whooped.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! Is he okay? Can I talk to him? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Um...he's...he's sleeping."

Chandler's eyes grew huge. "Wait? Are you serious? He's back?"

Seth was now dancing around the kitchen in circles and laughing while Chandler stared at Kurt in total disbelief.

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone. No one can know. No one. Seth? Do you hear me? No one can know Blaine's back."

Seth stopped dancing and turned worried. "Why not? How did you get him back? Is he okay?"

Kurt sat down at the kitchen table. He wasn't prepared for this. He thought Chandler and Seth would drop off the groceries and leave. He never knew Seth was so damn observant.

"Um...my dad hired someone to find out where he was, and when we found out, we went and got him."

Chandler looked horrified. "You mean you just took him?"

"Not exactly. Well...someone's working on getting me permission."

"The Ministry?"

"No. Um...a friend. A friend of mine who also knows the person who had Blaine."

"So one of your friends knew who had Blaine all along and never said anything, but now they're helping you? Who is this friend?"

Kurt put his face in his hands and shook his head. "Look, it's all very complicated and I'd really rather not get into it. Just know that Blaine is back, and he's fine, and you can't tell anyone."

Chandler and Seth nodded. Seth started bouncing again.

"Can I see him?"

"He's asleep."

"Oh."

Seth looked so dejected, Kurt felt bad.

"He's been sleep most of the day. Why don't you go see if he's awake."

Seth ran out of the kitchen making Kurt smile.

Until he looked at Chandler.

Shit. Here we go.

Kurt shook his head. "Please don't start."

Chandler smiled. "Okay. Just tell me how Blaine's doing."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow in surprised suspicion. "Seriously? You're not going to start in on me about rules, the Ministry, getting arrested for taking a slave, etc, etc, etc.?"

Chandler shook his head. "Nope. I'm glad he's back home and I hope he gets to stay. How is he?"

Kurt felt relieved. He needed someone to talk to.

"He's broken, Chandler. That bastard broke him. I'm not sure how long he was able to fight, but that bastard waited until his submission overpowered his mind and then...he...he did everything but sleep with him. When I got there...Blaine was wearing a cockcage."

Chandler felt sick. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry."

"Now I don't know what to do. I'm not sure how to fix him. He asked me to punish him, but I can't do that."

Chandler frowned in confusion. "Why not? That's exactly what you should do."

Kurt was taken aback. "What?"

"Of course you should punish him. You should punish the shit out of him for weeks. Maybe months."

Kurt shook his head. "No. What are you talking about? Blaine doesn't deserve to be punished for this. None of this was his fault. I would never punish him for what he's been through."

"You're not punishing him for what he's been through. You're punishing him for submitting to another master."

"But it's not his fault! His submission was going to take over eventually. He couldn't control that!"

"Logically, Kurt, you're making sense, but you're missing the point. Not punishing Blaine, is punishing him. He's a sub slave. He craves your dominance and control over him. It's your job as master to punish him. Think about it. He's already confused and thrown off by everything that's happened to him. You need to take control and reassert your dominance over him. I get your logic, but think of it from Blaine's point of view. He broke the rules. When he breaks the rules, his master punishes him. For him that's a sign of love. You're giving him what he needs. Put a collar on him and punish the hell out of him."

Kurt sat staring at Chandler with his mouth slightly open. "But...it seems wrong somehow. I punish Blaine for breaking my rules. Yes, he broke a rule but...I don't know."

"You told him not to submit to another master and he did. You have to correct that behavior. He needs you to correct that behavior. Don't think of it as punishing him for following his nature. Think of it as fulfilling his expectations of his master. After all he's been through, Kurt, don't you think now is when he needs you to be at your strongest? Your most dominant? Erase what that asshole did to Blaine. Re-establish yourself as his master. His only master."

Kurt suddenly felt very turned on.

Maybe Chandler had a point.

x-x-x-x-x

Seth quietly opened the door of the bedroom.

"Blaine? Blaine?"

He quietly approached the bed. He needed to see Blaine in order to believe he was really home. He looked at his sleeping friend and smiled happily. It was true. His best friend was back.

At that moment Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Seth. He sat up.

"Seth!"

"Hey!"

Seth tackled him in a tight hug. Blaine laughed and returned his embrace.

"I missed you so much, Blaine."

"I missed you more."

Seth pulled back and grinned. His face fell slightly as he took in Blaine's pale complexion, thinner frame, and missing collar, but he quickly brightened.

"Kurt's going to cook all your favorite foods. Chandler and I went shopping for you."

"Good. I've been hungry." Blaine slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom. When he returned, the two settled themselves on the bed across from each other.

"What happened to you? Where have you been all this time? Who were you with? Where's your collar?"

Blaine slowly told Seth the entire story. Seth was completely mesmerized. He was especially fascinated by Blaine being whipped.

"He whipped you despite not owning you?"

Blaine nodded. Seth slowly shook his head in disbelief. "Wow. Does Kurt know?" Blaine nodded again. Seth glanced at the door and lowered his voice.

"Tell me the truth...did you enjoy it?"

Blaine guiltily nodded. "It was intense."

Seth was surprised, but then he smiled wickedly. "Just imagine if Kurt does it. "

Blaine shivered a little. He definitely wanted Kurt to whip him. It might kill him, but at least he'd die happy.

Seth inspected Blaine's back and instructed him on how to care for his skin so the scars would disappear completely.

"When is Kurt going to collar you?"

Blaine looked down sadly. "I don't know."

Seth frowned in confusion. "What? What's wrong?"

"He won't punish me for submitting to another master. I asked for punishment and he said no."

"Really? Well...punishment is at the discretion of the master. Maybe he's scared you've been through too much."

"All the more reason why I need him. I need to feel his control. I missed him so much."

"Kurt's a really strong dominant, Blaine. I'm sure everything will be fine. He'll be bolting you to the fucking table soon enough."

Seth caught Blaine up on his life until Chandler called for him. They went out to the living room.

"Blaine!" Chandler gave him a warm hug. As he looked Blaine up and down and studied his eyes, Chandler hoped Kurt would come to his senses. Blaine needed his master.

Chandler and Seth left about 30 minutes later. They promised to keep Blaine's return a secret, and Kurt promised Seth they would get together that weekend. As Blaine and Seth made plans, Chandler spoke quietly to Kurt.

"Hurry up and collar him. That way, regardless of what happens, his mind will be clear about who owns him. Then punish him until he falls apart. Put him back together, and then destroy him again, Kurt. Trust me. He needs it. He wants it."

Kurt nodded as his cock hardened slightly at the thought of Blaine sexually wrecked and writhing at his feet. His mind wandered to memories of their first year together. Blaine bound on his knees, chained to the wall, staring at Kurt with nothing but love, desire and want. Possession and training. That first year had been all about Kurt possessing Blaine. Making him totally and completely his, and training Blaine to serve him.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to revisit the past. Not punishment, but perhaps training.

Retraining and recovery.

K&B&K&B

They spent most of the day cooking, eating and talking. Kurt did most of the talking, catching Blaine up on everything with the show. Opening night was a month away and rehearsals were intense. Kurt felt a tiny bit bad for telling Kevin he was sick and wouldn't be in that week, but he really wanted to focus on Blaine.

That evening he sat down with his iPad and browsed jewelry store websites searching for a collar. He would have loved to design something special again, but he wanted to get Blaine collared as soon as possible. After sorting through over one hundred designs, he finally decided on a beautiful, and very expensive, gold collar with diamonds from Tiffanys. After deducting his fee, and the cost of the plane tickets and hotel room, Noah had given Kurt the remainder of the money Michael Smythe had paid Kaden and Jake. It was more than enough for an expensive new collar. Blaine would finally have the diamonds Kurt had always wanted to give him.

"Blaine?"

Blaine looked up from his writing book. He was reading through the last lyrics and thoughts he had scribbled down for the musical. Kurt had assured him that Rick had done nothing since he left which made Blaine both sad and happy. Sad that Rick felt compelled to abandon their work, but happy that he would still get to write, and hopefully complete the show.

"Tomorrow we will go get your new collar, and tomorrow evening we will have a claiming ceremony. Just you and me."

Blaine smiled a wide, bright smile that lit up his entire face and made his eyes twinkle.

"Yes master."

Tuesday evening Blaine knelt on the floor of the living room. He was naked, his hands folded in his lap, his eyes on the floor. His body teemed with anticipation as he waited for Kurt. That morning they had taken a taxi to Tiffanys to pick up Blaine's new collar. Kurt was relieved they had the design he wanted in stock and in Blaine's size. They were about to leave the store when a pair of slave bracelets caught Kurt's eye. Blaine grew excited when Kurt inquired about their cost and asked to see them. He desperately wanted bracelets again in addition to the collar. Now more than ever, he needed the warm, protective feeling of wearing both.

When they arrived back home Kurt locked Blaine in his cage so he could prepare for the ceremony. He felt a little strange putting Blaine inside while he was still uncollared, but he figured if Sebastian could break every rule in the book, he could break at least one.

Blaine fought the urge to look up when he heard Kurt enter the room. All the lights were off and candles were placed everywhere, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. Kurt walked towards Blaine carrying a tray holding the collar and bracelets. He stopped in front of Blaine and placed the tray on the table.

"Look at me, my love." Blaine looked up and breathed deeply as he took in Kurt's beautiful, naked form. His skin was glowing, almost shimmering in the light. His blue eyes were dark, yet warm with a strong, loving dominance that radiated straight into Blaine's submission. Kurt spoke the same words of six years ago.

"I, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, being born of the master line and as such endowed with the privileges of masterhood, do hereby claim you, Blaine Victor Anderson, as my slave. I promise to dominate you in the way my nature demands and your nature craves. I promise to care for and protect you with my life. You are mine to love, cherish, use and punish as I see fit. You will accept this claim."

"Master, I, Blaine Victor Anderson, submit myself to you as your obedient slave. I will honor, obey and serve you in complete and total submission as is my duty and sole purpose in life. Your needs and desires are my only concern. It is in service to you that I find joy, peace and happiness. My body belongs to you to use as you wish. I submit to you and no other. I accept your claim."

Kurt quickly locked the collar around Blaine's neck followed by the bracelets around each wrist. He didn't feel the need to say anything else.

Blaine grew dizzy, his body trembled and his breathing increased, as Kurt's ownership flowed through him, taking over his entire being and re-establishing their full connection. The self-lubricating function of his body was re-activated, and his purr spot suddenly itched to be touched. Blaine closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the ground. Kurt gently pulled him back up, and took his face in his hands, kissing him softly.

"You belong to me, and I swear...I promise...I will never, ever let you go. Never again, Blaine. Never." Kurt kissed him again, firmer this time. Blaine hungrily kissed back, his tongue licking and tasting Kurt's mouth as if it were the first time. They stayed like this for several minutes before Kurt pulled away and stood up quickly leaving Blaine on his knees. He grabbed Blaine's freshly cut hair and pulled his head back. Blaine trembled as he looked in Kurt's eyes. The love was still there, but now it was joined by a fierce look of dark demand.

"I love you, but you have been disobedient. Very, very disobedient. I think it's time for some retraining at least...that's how I prefer to think of it. Recovery and retraining. You may think of it as...punishment."

Blaine's mind screamed. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. He stared into Kurt's eyes.

"Please punish me, master. I beg for your punishment."

Kurt smiled. "You may regret that." He dropped to his knees and kissed Blaine passionately. Yes, he would punish him, but first he needed to feel him. Raw, pure, Blaine. Kurt pushed Blaine down to the floor, settled between his legs and pressed down into him. Blaine's moans were choked and stuttered as Kurt's dominance overwhelmed him. Kurt groaned and pressed down harder. The deep groan he received in response sent him over the edge. Kurt grabbed Blaine's legs and pushed them up, putting his ankles almost above his head. He aligned his cock with Blaine's ass and pushed forward.

Blaine screamed and dug his nails into Kurt's back. He thought his body might literally fall apart as Kurt kept thrusting harder, deeper and with increasing force behind every push. The longer Kurt fucked into him, the more Blaine's mind melted in a submissive pool of surrender and acceptance of his master. His true master. His only master.

Kurt came hard and strong, his cum and dominance filling Blaine simultaneously, exploding inside his ass and his mind. Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, causing his body to tremble and shake from the combined intensity of everything. They lay there for several minutes before Kurt rolled off of him and stood up.

"On your knees."

Blaine opened his eyes and rose to his knees. He stared at Kurt with willing desire. He wanted every single thing Kurt had in store for him. He was ready to suffer for days. Or weeks. If he was lucky it might be months.

Kurt stared at Blaine's throbbing cock. Blaine had been too overwhelmed to ask for permission, so he remained hard and full. Kurt walked over to the table and picked up a unique cock trainer. Blaine shivered when his sneaked a peek at what Kurt was carrying. He'd never seen this one before.

Kurt kneeled down and wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock.

"I bought this a long time ago, but we've never used it. I was saving it for a very special rule breaking occurrence. I think this counts."

Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt gently worked his cock into the strange cage. It was metal, but unlike other cock trainers, this one was shaped like a small box. Blaine's cock softened as Kurt gently forced it inside. Once his cock was locked in, Kurt twisted a small lever at the bottom of the box. Blaine was shocked to feel the cage tighten. He gasped as Kurt kept twisting the lever, tightening the cage. He tightened it until Blaine was groaning loudly. Kurt locked the lever in place and gave Blaine a deep, wet, tongue-filled kiss. Blaine's eyes glazed over as his submission boiled and overflowed.

"Can you take it, my love?"

"Yes sir."

Kurt kissed him again before picking up a sack sling.

"I don't want your balls to feel neglected."

Blaine moaned as Kurt carefully placed his balls into the tight sack sling. Kurt smiled wickedly. "You know, this actually has electrodes that will allow me to shock you, but I think we'll save that feature for another time." The look on Blaine's face was priceless.

"Stand up."

Blaine stood up and followed Kurt to the wall. He kneeled on the floor, back to the wall, his legs wide. Kurt locked a spreader bar between his ankles and then bound his wrists behind his back with the heavy iron chains Blaine loved. He then attached a chain to the middle of the iron chains and pulled it back, attaching it to a metal bar installed in the wall. Kurt lightly grazed Blaine's lips with the head of his cock. Blaine's mouth watered.

"Please...may I serve you, sir?"

Kurt nodded and pressed his cock to Blaine's lips. Blaine licked and sucked, moaning around the cock in his mouth as his own cock pushed and strained inside the torturous cage. His balls were heavy and full, and starting to throb inside the tight sack. Blaine focused on sucking Kurt's cock thoroughly until Kurt pulled out of his mouth and stood up.

"I'd like some cookies. Would you like some cookies?"

Blaine was too confused to answer. He just stared at Kurt and watched him pick up a set of nipple clamps. Kurt spoke quietly as he slowly placed a tight clamp on Blaine's nipple and tightened it before doing the same to the other. Blaine wailed. Kurt ignored him.

"I'm going to bake us some cookies. I bet you missed my cookies while you were gone. Did you, my love? Did you miss my cookies?"

Blaine nodded almost drunkenly. The piercing pain and pleasure flooding through him was slowly growing unbearable. Kurt ran his hand lovingly down Blaine's back before sliding his finger into his ass. "Once I put the cookies in the oven, I'm going to come back and fuck you long and hard until you pass out. Okay?"

Blaine nodded. Yes. Anything. Anything his master wanted to do to him. Kurt leaned down and kissed him before heading to the kitchen.

Blaine felt like Kurt was gone for days instead of 20 minutes. The cruel bondage fed his submission and shifted him into a new headspace. By the time Kurt returned, Blaine was aware of nothing but the desire to be punished and to serve his master. Kurt unlocked the spreader bar and removed the chains, but he left the cage, sling and clamps in place. He steered Blaine over to the couch, bent him over the back, kicked his legs apart and ran his finger along Blaine's ass crack.

"Who is your master, my love?"

"You sir. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel is my..." Blaine screamed as Kurt viciously slammed into him. Blaine hadn't been fucked in months. His ass welcomed the savage onslaught as Kurt brutally fucked into him. With every thrust, Blaine was sure the cage, the sling and the clamps tightened, adding to his intense agony and pleasure.

"Who is your master, Blaine?"

"You sir."

"Who is your master, Blaine?"

"You sir!"

Kurt kept asking and Blaine kept screaming until Kurt exploded in his ass, hot, wet and filling. Kurt quickly slid a large butt plug into Blaine's hole before hurrying to the kitchen to take the cookies out of the oven. Blaine remained bent over the couch until Kurt came back.

"Stand up, Blaine."

Blaine could barely stand. His cock was in agony, his balls were so heavy, he was starting to think Kurt had attached a weight along with the sling, and his nipples were screaming for relief, but it all felt intensely amazing.

Kurt softly kissed Blaine, sucking and licking at his neck while he held him close and whispered to him.

"You are so beautiful and perfect. I love you so much. So very much. Will you submit to me, Blaine? To me and only me?"

Blaine fell to his knees. "Only you. I will only submit to you."

"But that's not true, is it Blaine? You submitted to another."

"I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry."

"I told you. There's nothing to forgive, only to forget. But you must still pay for your disobedience."

Blaine's mind swirled in a submissive haze. Yes. He was disobedient. He should be punished. "Please punish me, master."

"Oh, I intend to. You will remain in this bondage for three days, then I'll determine if you deserve to be released. During these three days, you will spend every night in your cage. During the day you may not walk. You will only crawl. You will sit on the floor at all times. It's also important for us to return to our normal routine. You will wake every morning and present yourself on your knees, ready to serve me. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

"Good boy. Now, tell me how you want to be punished. What would you like me to do to you?"

Blaine knew what he wanted, but he was scared to ask for it. Scared it would confirm just how much he'd enjoyed having Sebastian do it.

Kurt watched him closely. He was sure he knew what Blaine wanted, but he needed to hear him say it in order to feel truly comfortable doing it.

"Blaine, you must always tell me the truth. What do you want?"

Blaine licked his lips. He couldn't lie to his master.

"I want you to whip me."

"Why do you want me to whip you?"

"To-to punish me for submitting to another master."

Kurt nodded. "Let's see how you do over the next three days. If you behave, perhaps I'll grant your request. Understand?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt fucked him once more before settling them on the couch to have cookies and milk. Blaine's head was swimming in a strange, euphoric state of submission, pain, pleasure and sexual hunger. His cock ached, his balls throbbed and his nipples were sore. His collar felt tight around his neck in a wonderful, controlling way. He lay in Kurt's arms and quietly moaned as Kurt sent him floating over the edge by massaging his purr spot.

When it was time for bed Kurt reluctantly placed Blaine in his cage. He'd missed sleeping with him over the past four months, but he put aside his longing in favor of Blaine's welfare. Blaine needed this harsh bondage and cage time. Kurt could wait.

As Blaine slept, his submissive core swirled, shifted and reconnected, slowly sorting itself out.

You will obey and submit only to Kurt.

What about that other master?

What other master? There is no other master. There never was.

Only Kurt.

Always Kurt.

Sebastian was lying on the couch listening to Tristan's nonstop chatter as he organized books on the bookshelf. Tristan had already cleaned up the broken glass, reorganized the desk and alphabetized the CDs and DVDs. The living room was back in its neat, orderly state. As he alphabetized the books by title, Tristan chatted away about a concert he'd read about that was coming to Paris.

"...and by then you should be well enough to go. When I get done I'll go online and see if I can get tickets. I think they go on sale..."

Sebastian interrupted him.

"Why did you come back?"

Tristan looked up and then quickly down at the floor. He said nothing.

"Why did you come back, Tristan? Why are you here?"

Tristan's heart skipped a beat and then started beating faster. Why was he asking? Didn't he want him here?

The gash in Sebastian's head had required several stitches. Three of his ribs were cracked and his face was a bruised mess. His entire body was covered in black, blue and purple bruises. He looked awful and couldn't move without wincing in pain, but there was no severe damage. He would heal.

John had been shocked by the state of the living room when he arrived the next morning, and even more shocked to see Tristan making coffee in the kitchen. He stood there dumbfounded while Tristan hugged him.

"So, are you back?"

Tristan shrugged. "I don't know. I guess...well...for now."

John smiled warmly. "I'm glad. The other one didn't love him. You love him. You're who he needs, even if he doesn't realize it. Maybe now he will."

Tristan finally looked up to meet Sebastian's sad, pain-filled eyes. Tristan stood up and walked over to the couch. He kneeled down.

"Do you want me to go?"

The pain in Sebastian's eyes changed to fear. "No! No, I...I want you to stay, but...why did you come back?"

"Because I love you."

Sebastian shook his head. The pain in his eyes returned. "You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve your love."

Tristan reached over and took his hand. "You're right. You don't."

They sat in silence for a moment before Tristan continued. "Why did you do that to me? Why did you treat me so bad? You threw me away. I didn't deserve that."

Deep guilt clouded Sebastian's face. "I'm sorry. I..."

"Why, Sebastian? Why?" Tristan finally unleashed the hurt and anger he'd held inside for six months. "You threw me out like trash! You broke my heart! I was a good slave! I loved you! How could you do that to me?" Tears rolled down Tristan's face.

Sebastian's voice was filled with anguish. "I'm sorry, Tristan. I'm so sorry. I just...I don't know. I don't have an excuse. I just got so fucked up."

Several moments of silence passed. Sebastian studied Tristan's face. He was so beautiful. How could he hurt someone so beautiful? What the hell was wrong with him?

Tristan slowly shook his head. "I tried to hate you. I really did. I sat alone in that apartment in New York and tried so hard to hate you. But I couldn't. Even after Royce, I still couldn't hate you."

Sebastian felt a sick lurch in his stomach at the mention of Royce's name. So, it really was true. He'd known Royce was telling the truth, but a small part of him held out hope that it was a lie.

Realizing what he said, Tristan looked at Sebastian in alarm. Sebastian shook his head.

"I already know. The bastard told me. That's how we ended up fighting. It doesn't matter, Tristan. It's my fault, not yours. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I put you through all this. I know I don't deserve you, but...I still want you. I still love you. I've always loved you. Please...stay with me. I want you to stay."

Tristan sat silently. Sebastian grew increasingly nervous as the minutes ticked by. Slaves want and need a master. They want a collar more than anything. Would Tristan really walk away from him? Fear slowly crept up his spine as the silence grew. He couldn't lose Tristan. He deserved to lose him, but he didn't want to lose him. He loved him too much.

Tristan finally met his gaze.

And slowly shook his head.

"You took away my collar. You told me I was ugly and that you never loved me. You released me, put me on a plane to suffer, and then basically kidnapped another slave to replace me. How am I ever supposed to trust you? How am I supposed to know you won't do it again?"

Sebastian had never felt so desperate before in his life. "Please Tristan. Please. I promise you, I swear, I will never hurt you like that again. Please forgive me. I love you. I need you. I know I don't deserve a second chance, but...please. Please forgive me. Please give me another chance."

Tristan shook his head. "I can't let you hurt me like that again. My heart can't take it. You destroyed me, Sebastian! You left me to starve! You didn't care!"

"That's not true! I was always thinking of you. Always. I know I fucked up, and what I did was horrible, but...it made me realize just how much I love you. I thought I wanted Blaine, but it was you. Always you. Please Tristan. Please. I'll do anything, just...please...please give me a chance."

The magic words Tristan was waiting for.

"I'll stay if you do something for me."

"Anything. Just name it."

"Make your father give Blaine back to Kurt. Permanently."

Sebastian looked surprised then concerned. "I don't know, Tristan. I mean, I promise you I don't want him anymore, but...my father paid a lot of money for him. What you're asking won't be easy."

Tristan stood up. "Neither is getting me back."

"Wait!" Sebastian grabbed his hand. "Don't go! I'll do it. I'll get him to do it. Just please, don't leave."

Tristan stared into Sebastian's eyes. "Do you promise?"

"I promise. I swear. Please, don't leave. Stay. Let me reclaim you. Wear my collar again. I promise to spend the rest of my life making everything up to you."

The second set of magic words.

Tristan dropped to his knees and smiled.

"Yes master."

By the morning of the fourth day, Blaine was completely consumed by Kurt focused submission. Gone were all thoughts of Sebastian, or anything else for that matter. The fact that Kurt had never released him, combined with three, 24-hour, intense days of punishment, had restored Blaine's submissive core to full recognition of Kurt as his master.

And the days had been quite intense.

Blaine suffered in his bondage and Kurt showed him no mercy. The cockcage and sack sling remained at all times. Kurt removed the nipple clamps at night due to their intensity on such gentle skin, but they remained in place all day. The plug remained at all times as well, except for necessary bathroom removal and fucking. Kurt kept Blaine on his knees, locked in the spreader bar, chained to the wall. Even during meal times. This was especially important to Kurt. He was sure Sebastian hadn't fed him right. Kurt wanted to reestablish Blaine's total dependence and trust on him for all of his needs, including food. Kurt cooked all of Blaine's favorites and cut them into bite size portions so Blaine could lean down and eat like a puppy.

And then there was the fucking.

Kurt didn't use the fucking table or the riding crop or anything else. He wanted Blaine to feel nothing but his true master's cock up his slave ass and down his throat.

Kurt preferred bending him over the back of the couch or having him on all fours on the bed. He was ruthless and held nothing back. He wanted Blaine to feel every inch of his master's cock. Daily. Hourly if he could it up. And he never showed an ounce of mercy, always pushing the butt plug back into Blaine's red, overworked hole when he was done. Not that Blaine wanted mercy.

As they fucked, Kurt would talk to him.

"You are my slave. I own you and I own this beautiful, deep...ugh...so fucking...good...ass."

Blaine would moan his agreement. It was all he could manage.

Throughout the day Kurt would order him to serve him. He would press his cock to Blaine's lips without warning and Blaine would accept and swallow. He loved how forceful Kurt was. Kurt basically fucked his mouth, and Blaine was grateful. It cleared away and replaced the memories of his Sebastian cumfest.

And then there was the whipping.

This was brand new territory for Kurt. He'd discussed it with Chandler in the past, but never really considered doing it because Blaine was already so incredibly submissive and responded so well to everything Kurt already did to him. It just didn't seem necessary. But Kurt wanted to give Blaine what he asked for. He also wanted to erase and replace what Sebastian had done.

He asked Chandler for a crash course. He didn't want to harm Blaine or make him bleed. Chandler recommended several online articles and instruction videos. He even offered to have Kurt come over and watch him whip Seth. "Of course, Seth and I are at, like...20. You and Blaine should be at 2. I'm sure I could hold back." Kurt thanked him, but declined. Chandler was very encouraging. "Trust me, Kurt. Your dominance will take over, but your love for him will automatically adjust your swing. The bond you share will guide your movements so you will do it perfectly and give him exactly what he needs. No more, no less."

Kurt put on his catwoman outfit and led Blaine to the wall. Blaine's eyes were glazed over with love and pure submission, but his body was trembling. With his cock in the cage, there would be no release., creating an acute, agonizing hell. Before chaining him to the wall, Kurt kissed Blaine deeply and looked into his eyes.

"Are you sure you want this punishment?"

Blaine was surprised by the question. Kurt never second-guessed, or consulted him on punishments. Punishments were to be accepted, not discussed.

"Yes. Please. Please, sir. Punish me for submitting to him. Erase his strikes and replace them with yours."

That was all Kurt needed to hear.

Kurt jumped when Blaine screamed after the first strike, but as Chandler promised, Kurt's dominance took over. With every strike, Kurt felt more in command. He could feel Blaine's obedience and surrender rise. Kurt's cock grew hard as his mind raced.

Of course you should punish him. He knows he deserves this. He submitted to another master. Punish him for his disobedience and remind him who owns him. Who controls him. Who he serves. Make him never forget who his master is.

Blaine's screams turned him the fuck on. They were like a vocal handjob for Kurt's cock. He whipped him effortlessly and took twisted pleasure in the deep red marks covering his back. As Kurt reached the edge of going too far, his love for Blaine pulled him back. He dropped the whip and ran to him, quickly unchaining him and turning him around.

"Blaine?"

Blaine was overwhelmed and intoxicated by the pain, pleasure, intensity and his crushing submission. He collapsed to the floor.

"Thank you, master...thank you."

Kurt was both turned on and a little alarmed. He dropped down and pulled Blaine to his knees. He crashed their mouths together and they spent the next five minutes locked in long, wet, passionate kisses.

After applying ointment to Blaine's back, it took everything in him to put Blaine in his cage for the night. But as he watched Blaine immediately relax into a peaceful sleep, he knew he was right to stick to the plan. He also felt relieved. He still knew how to take care of Blaine better than anyone.

x-x-x-x-x

As soon as Blaine swallowed from Kurt's morning blowjob, Kurt pulled him to his feet and then dropped to his knees to remove the plug, the cockcage and sack sling. Blaine's cock immediately stood straight up, hard and erect. Kurt slowly licked up the cock with wide, slow strokes before locking his lips just around the head. Blaine's cum flowed from his body in a seemingly never ending rush. Kurt gave up trying to swallow it all. He let the cock fall from his mouth and watched the rest spill on the floor. He quickly stood up and grabbed Blaine's shoulders before he fell. They lay down on the bed for a while in silence before Kurt reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube.

Submission followed by strength.

He was about to pour some lube on his fingers to prepare his ass, when Blaine reached over and took the bottle. He looked at Kurt for permission and Kurt nodded. Blaine sat up and settled himself between Kurt's legs. He squirted lube into his hand and slicked up his cock before squirting more on his fingers. Kurt braced himself. It had been four months.

Blaine slowly pushed in one finger, followed a moment later by one more, and then a third. Oh, how he had missed Kurt's moans. He worked his fingers in and out for another minute before Kurt reached down and grabbed his hand. Blaine understood. He lined his cock up with Kurt's ass and thrust forward.

Kurt screamed.

Four months.

Blaine's deprived cock was like steel as he pushed hard and fast inside Kurt's ass. Kurt kicked his legs up and over his head giving Blaine full access to push harder, further, deeper. Blaine pinned Kurt's hands to the bed and thrust in and out with deep groans and growls. He settled in and showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. Kurt had expected this given that Blaine's cock had been on cruel lock down for three days, and he hadn't had sex in four months, but this...Kurt was sure he would be unable to walk afterward, assuming Blaine didn't break him in two.

Blaine fucked him for a very long time.

By the time he finally came, they were covered in sweat and Kurt's ass was burning with soreness. Blaine screamed through his orgasm before collapsing on top of Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms and legs around Blaine's body and massaged his purr spot. Blaine's body vibrated softly, lulling them to sleep.

They woke up about an hour later. Time for a shower and late breakfast. As they kissed more than they washed, things felt restored. Normal. Blaine helped Kurt make breakfast, and Kurt allowed him to eat at the table. After breakfast they settled on the couch to watch TV shows Kurt had recorded while Blaine was gone. They didn't talk much, but it felt nice. Comfortable. Kurt nibbled Blaine's shoulder which led to him kissing his neck which led to them making love. Blaine moaned under the feel of Kurt pressed heavy and firm against him. They kissed and touched each other and whispered promises of love, desire and eternity.

There in their apartment, locked away from the world, everything felt perfect again.

And when Tristan called the next morning to tell Kurt about Sebastian's promise, it felt like it might finally stay that way.