Chapter 3

Kurt didn't fully relax and breathe until they were in the rental car, on their way to Cleveland. All during dinner he kept waiting for Victoria Anderson to burst in, announcing she'd changed her mind with Sebastian standing by her side to take Blaine away. He knew she couldn't really do that, but he was still nervous. He needed to get them the hell out of Ohio.

To calm his nerves, Kurt retrieved a leash from his bag and attached it to Blaine's wrist. He slipped the other end on to his wrist and locked it, tying them together. He knew he was being a bit paranoid and over the top considering they'd just had their claiming ceremony, but he didn't care. It made him feel better. Blaine looked at the leash attached to his wrist and then at Kurt. The joy and complete acceptance in his eyes was enough for Kurt to dismiss any qualms he had about what everyone would think.

No one commented or even seemed to notice. They were too busy eating, drinking and being happy. A claim between a master and slave who truly loved one another was cause for celebration. Carol prepared a lovely spread for everyone to enjoy, and despite Kurt's wish for a quiet celebration with just his family, the doorbell rang constantly as friends stopped by to offer their congratulations and to wish Blaine a happy birthday. Soon the house was filled with laughter and singing as the Warblers and New Directions went back and forth, singing songs and arguing over who sounded better. As the impromptu party progressed, Kurt felt safe enough in the cocoon of love and laughter to remove Blaine's leash allowing him to take center stage one last time as the lead soloist for the Warblers. As he watched him perform, he was reminded of the first time he saw him.

And now Blaine belonged to him.

Kurt had never experienced the type of joy he felt in that moment. Pure, unadulterated happiness didn't adequately describe the feeling.

"Wow. I love seeing that smile on your face, kiddo. Seeing you this happy is better for my heart than any medication or diet on earth."

Kurt smiled at his dad. "I still expect you to stick to your diet. And just how many pieces of cake have you had?"

Burt waved away his question. "I'm allowed to celebrate my son becoming a full Dom Master. I'm proud of you, Kurt."

"It wouldn't have gone so smoothly without your help. Thanks dad."

Burt ignored the uneasy feeling in his stomach. "No problem. I'd do anything to see you smile like this."

They stood there for a few minutes listening to Rachel sing her fourth solo of the day.

"Uh, Kurt...about tonight..."

Kurt's eyebrows rose as he looked at his father. A sex talk? Now?

"Yes?"

Burt looked a bit uncomfortable. "Um...I don't necessarily understand the...mechanics of what you and Blaine will do, but I do understand the importance of tonight for a slave. My only advice for you is to be very, very clear. Blaine wants to serve you, wants to submit to you. He needs to. He craves your command over him. It's your job to make sure he understands what you want and expect and to be very clear and firm. He can't just know you are his master. He must feel you are his master, and that feeling comes from the demands you make of him. Show no mercy. He doesn't want it, or need it."

Kurt was moved by his father's words and the change in his demeanor. As he spoke, Burt fell into full dominate master mode. It was a posture Kurt only saw him use with Carol. As if she sensed the change, Carol suddenly appeared next to him. Burt took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for all your work today. Everything is great." Carol beamed and leaned into Burt's body. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close.

Kurt felt a slight pang of sadness as he thought about his mother. He wished she could have met Blaine. She would have loved him.

"Yes, thanks Carol. I really appreciate it." Kurt hugged them both and turned to watch Blaine sing with Rachel.

After another hour or so, people began to leave. Cooper tapped Kurt on the shoulder. "Hey, can I talk to you privately for a minute?"

Kurt checked on Blaine's location. He was in the living room with Wes.

"I'm going to talk to your brother. Don't leave the living room. Stay with Wes."

Blaine nodded. "Yes master."

Kurt felt slightly choked for a moment.

Master.

He hoped Cooper wouldn't be long.

They went upstairs to Kurt's room. "What's up?"

"Here." Cooper held out a check.

Kurt took it and looked at Cooper in confusion.

"What is this?"

"The slave's family usually offers a gift on Claiming Day. I'm sure my mother didn't bother, so..."

"Cooper...this...this is a check for $250,000. That's crazy. I can't accept this."

"Why not? Look, I know you're not wealthy and New York is expensive. Take the money. It's a gift from me, not my mother. Just take it."

"Cooper..."

"It's really not that much, Kurt. The Claiming Day gifts I've seen given are far more than this. Cars, yachts, stocks, plus cash. This is my small way of saying thank you for being good to Blaine. I still don't understand how you got my mother to go along, but I'm glad you did. So take the money and take care of my little brother."

Kurt stared at the check.

He could really use the money. It would make things easier as he and Blaine got settled. Kurt planned to work and go to school, but he didn't want Blaine working. At least not yet. Blaine needed to get stronger before Kurt would feel comfortable allowing him to work. For now he wanted Blaine to focus on navigating school.

Kurt nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

Cooper grinned. "No problem."

Finally.

Alone.

No rules.

No restrictions.

Just Kurt and Blaine.

Master and slave.

The moment they were inside their room, Blaine fell to his knees at Kurt's feet, forehead pressed to the floor. He'd been dying to do this all day. Kurt looked down at him lovingly. Blaine was so beautiful. Thank God he was his.

"Up Blaine."

Blaine slowly rose to his feet.

Kurt reached over and caressed his cheek. Blaine closed his eyes and pressed his face against Kurt's hand. "Please master...let me serve you." Kurt's already hard cock grew harder.

"First we need to shower. Stand still."

Blaine stilled as Kurt slowly unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. Kurt took a deep breath as he stared at his smooth, firm chest. He couldn't resist. He leaned over and slowly licked up Blaine's chest from his navel to his neck and then slowly licked and gently bit each nipple. Blaine whined and swayed."

"Remain still."

Blaine froze again as Kurt slowly ran his hands all over his chest and back, memorizing every line and dip of muscle. He kept exploring until he found Blaine's purr spot. It was the spot on a slave where a master could press their hand, causing the slave to purr internally expressing contentment. Kurt was pleased to find that Blaine's spot was just to the right of the small of his back. He pressed gently and Blaine immediately began purring loudly.

Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes as he moved his hands to the zipper of Blaine's pants. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped, and Blaine quickly stepped out. Kurt's hands trembled slightly with anticipation as he slid his fingers into the waistband of Blaine's boxers. He pulled them down slowly.

Wow.

Damn.

Blaine's cock was long, large, fully erect and beautiful. Kurt stared at it for a moment before lightly grazing his fingers up and down, making Blaine shiver. He wrapped his hand fully around the thick cock and began stroking gently, using the precum for lubrication. Blaine moaned and struggled to stay on his feet. Kurt watched and listened carefully, taking note of every moan, gasp and whine. Once Blaine was near the edge, he quickly removed his hand. Blaine stumbled forward a bit as his body sought the touch. Kurt steadied him and stepped back.

"You will learn to control yourself. Your orgasms belong to me."

Blaine took a few deep breaths. "Yes master."

"On your knees."

Blaine immediately fell to his knees.

"You will assume this position every morning by my bedside. Do you understand?"

"Yes master."

Kurt placed a hand under his chin and tilted his head back. Blaine's eyes were full of submissive desire.

"I have several rules for you. You will learn these rules. You will learn control and you will always obey."

"Yes master. I live to serve you. Please...let me serve you."

Kurt smiled."First we shower."

Kurt stepped back and carefully removed his clothes. Blaine's eyes grew dark and lustful as he gazed upon Kurt's naked body for the first time.

"Do you like what you see?"

Blaine nodded vigorously.

"Good. Follow me."

Blaine remained on his hands and knees and started to crawl after Kurt to the bathroom. Kurt stopped and stared at him. Blaine stared back expectantly.

Oh.

Of course.

He hadn't given him permission to stand.

Blaine wants to serve you, wants to submit to you...It's your job to make sure he understands what you want and expect and to be very clear and firm.

Kurt pulled Blaine to his feet and they walked to the bathroom. He adjusted the water, grabbed his body wash and loofah, and climbed in the shower, pulling Blaine in with him. He took his time soaping and washing Blaine's body. When he was done, he handed the loofah to Blaine who gently washed Kurt's body using his hands more than the loofah. He'd waited two years to be allowed to touch Kurt, and he wanted to feel every inch of him.

Now clean and warm, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and they began to kiss. They started slow and soft, exploring each others tongue and taste, savoring the feel of their lips pressed together. Soon their kisses grew heated, urgent, full of passion and pent up lust and desire. Kurt pushed Blaine up against the shower wall and pressed his body into his as he quickly slid his tongue inside his mouth. Blaine's moan was deep and loud. The press of a master's body was almost incapacitating for a slave, especially a claimed one. The pressure evoked intense feelings of being dominated and possessed.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hands, pinned them above his head and pressed harder. Blaine's moans grew louder with an edge of desperation.

Kurt pulled back and then pressed forward again, making sure their cocks rubbed together. Blaine released a needy cry.

"Ohhh...please master...please..."

Kurt ignored him. Instead he tightened his grip on Blaine's wrists, smashed their bodies together again and captured Blaine's mouth with his.

Blaine's body tensed. His mind was screaming.

No Blaine!

Don't do it!

"You will learn to control yourself. Your orgasms belong to me."

Kurt could feel Blaine's struggle. He pressed harder and kissed deeper. Would he break?

Blaine broke.

His body convulsed and he erupted with a scream. Kurt held him tight as his body shuddered and then melted. Blaine was breathing hard, his mind thick and fuzzy. As his breathing slowed and he realized what he'd done, he wilted.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I disobeyed you...oh, please...I'm sorry..."

Kurt shushed him and stroked his hair. While his touch was gentle and loving, his voice was firm and strong. "You will learn control."

Kurt shut off the water and they climbed out. He handed Blaine a towel. "Go dry off and wait for me."

Kurt began his moisturizing routine. His father's words wandered through his brain.

He can't just know you are his master. He must feel you are his master, and that feeling comes from the demands you make of him.

Kurt inspected his skin one final time before walking into the bedroom. Blaine was on his knees, wet messy curls all over the place as drops of water ran down his temples and his back. Kurt grabbed a towel and dried his hair. Blaine smiled in appreciation. Kurt smiled back and tangled his fingers in his curls. He tightened his grip and jerked Blaine's head back. He focused on Blaine's eyes, searching for clues. Kurt's dominance grew stronger as Blaine's eyes told him what he needed to know.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Only submissive desire. Stronger than before. Pleading with him.

Show no mercy. He doesn't want it, or need it.

Kurt leaned down and kissed him. "Stay. Eyes on the floor."

Kurt rummaged around in his bag and took out a matching set of black leather locking wrist and ankle restraints and a connector strap. He gently pulled Blaine's arms behind his back and locked his wrists together. He did the same for his ankles. He then connected the restraints, forcing Blaine to lean back slightly, but not uncomfortably. Kurt looked at Blaine's cock. It was hard and twitching.

"We must teach you control." He dug around in his bag and pulled out a black, iron device. It looked medieval. He kneeled down in front of Blaine.

"Look at me, my love." Blaine looked at Kurt and then the device. His eyes grew side and a ripple of excitement ran through his body. Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock.

"This is a cock trainer. It's far tighter and crueler than what you will wear everyday, but it will help you learn control." Kurt carefully placed Blaine's cock inside the tight cage and wrapped a tight leather strap around his balls.

The effect was immediate.

Blaine's body relaxed, as his mind shifted and slid into the deep pool of submission within him. He winced as he felt the tiny spikes nip his skin, but the pain was pleasurable.

Kurt stood in front of him, cock in hand.

"Now you may serve me."

Blaine hungrily sunk down on the cock he had spent two years craving. Despite its length and size, Blaine was able to take it all the way in before sucking up and almost off. His cock struggled inside the cruel cage as Kurt moaned and gripped his hair tighter, his hips thrusting forward slightly. Blaine sucked firm and deep, relishing the choking sensation from the thickness. As Kurt began thrusting with more force, Blaine relaxed and allowed his mouth to be fucked. With every push down his throat, he felt more and more dominated. The feeling, coupled with the restraints and torture to his cock was amazing. He felt completely controlled. Owned. Loved.

Kurt came with a strong rush of cum and a high-pitched scream. Blaine swirled his tongue around Kurt's cock as he sought to taste as much as possible before swallowing. Kurt held his head tight, pressing his face into his groin. Blaine didn't move. He instinctively knew to wait until Kurt chose to release him.

Kurt pulled out and fell on to the bed. He relaxed in a post-orgasmic haze. After several minutes, he opened his eyes and glanced at Blaine. Blaine's eyes were closed. His lips were wet and shiny and he was quietly moaning as his cock struggled inside the cage. Every tiny twitch was torture.

"Look at me, Blaine."

Despite his struggle, Blaine's eyes were bright and excited.

"I love you."

"I love you, master."

Kurt thought for a moment. "I don't want you to call me master. Maybe sometimes, but I think I prefer sir."

"Yes sir."

Kurt unpacked their clothes for the next day, checked their flight information and read the instructions on how to drop off the car. Blaine remained locked in sexual agony. To make matters worse, Kurt remained naked. Staring at Kurt's naked body made Blaine's cock attempt to lengthen and grow, leading to more painful pleasure. Kurt finally knelt down in front of him.

"I think that's enough training for tonight. Remember, the sooner you learn control, the sooner you will earn your permanent cage."

Kurt released the leather restraints and helped Blaine stand. He did not remove the cage until Blaine was lying on his back on the bed with Kurt straddling him. Kurt immediately swallowed Blaine's cock. Blaine cried out and arched his hips, pushing his sore cock further into Kurt's mouth. Kurt licked and sucked and then pulled off. He gently massaged Blaine's balls with his tongue before moving up to slide his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Once more they lost themselves in a series of long, wet, loving kisses that turned passionate and urgent with longing. Kurt quietly murmured against Blaine's skin as he kissed his neck and chest.

"I love you so much. You are mine, and I'll never let you go. Never."

Blaine purred and leaned into Kurt's touch. His body quivered as Kurt kissed down his thighs and then gently bent his knees, placing his feet flat on the bed. He pulled Blaine's arms down to lie flat on either side of his body. Kurt reached over and grabbed another set of restraints. He locked one end around Blaine's ankle and attached the other end to his wrist, repeating on the other side. Blaine legs were now spread open, his wrists tied to his ankles. Blaine pulled at the restraints and felt a wonderful rush of vulnerability and capture as they tightened. Kurt grabbed a bottle of lube, poured a generous amount in his hand, and lightly rubbed Blaine's hole. Blaine pulled harder at the restraints and groaned as Kurt's fingers slowly worked him open. Kurt took his time, moving gently, pressing in and out, listening to Blaine's gasps and groans. He paused to pour more lube in his hand to slick up his cock. Listening to Blaine and sliding his hand up and down himself almost made Kurt lose it. He leaned forward and kissed Blaine deeply. It was just the two of them, but for one last time, Kurt followed the directions of the state.

"You are my capture. You have been claimed. Now I confirm."

Blaine cried out from the sudden sensation of Kurt quickly sliding his cock inside him. His eyes widened as Kurt continued to push, filling him completely. The tight fullness in his ass was overwhelming and made his entire body feel consumed.

Kurt closed his eyes and began thrusting in and out. He could feel his dominance grow and spread into Blaine. Blaine could feel it overtake his body and mind. It was hot, overwhelming and intense. With every push into his ass, he could feel Kurt's command filling him, capturing him and then releasing him, only to fill and capture him again. His submission was swirling and burning as he felt completely possessed and owned.

Kurt sped up and Blaine rolled his head back and forth, pulling at the restraints, trying to keep himself from exploding. He was on the edge of no return and he really didn't want to disobey a second time.

"Please sir...I...ohhh..."

"Come Blaine!"

Blaine screamed as Kurt's cum shot into him, thick and hot. At the same time, his cock poured cum all down his stomach. They were both screaming and shaking. Kurt pressed his body down into Blaine, causing another surge of orgasmic waves to race through Blaine's over sensitive system. He screamed as the waves overwhelmed him and he passed out.

They made love three more times. No restraints or rules. Just kisses, caresses and gentle, exploratory touches. Blaine worshiped Kurt with his tongue, licking every crevice and surface of pale skin, happy to finally have the freedom to fully enjoy Kurt's body. Kurt kissed and sucked Blaine's skin, leaving passion marks all over, marking him as owned.

As they slept, the submissive core of Blaine's brain processed everything that had taken place that night. Every kiss, touch and cock thrust by Kurt had been absorbed, and was now sorted and ingrained in Blaine's being. His mind created a permanent memory of Kurt's essence that would force him to immediately respond to Kurt's voice and presence. Like his purr spot, the lubricating function of his body was activated. From now on, Blaine's ass would automatically grow moist and slick when Kurt initiated sex.

By morning the process was complete.

Captured.

Claimed.

Confirmed.

Sebastian sat in the corner of his dad's office, his eyes on the floor, avoiding Alex's gaze. Alex stared at him with desperate longing. Michael Smythe sat at his desk, frowning at Alex's father.

Part of him wanted to help the man kill Sebastian.

"Mr. Patterson, please accept my deep apologies for this situation. I assure you that Sebastian will be heavily punished for his reprehensible and irresponsible behavior. I promise you that this will not happen again to any other slave."

"Frankly, Smythe, I don't give a damn about whether or not it happens to another slave. I care that it happened to my kid, and I expect you to make it right."

Sebastian looked up. Make it right?

Michael Smythe shifted uncomfortably. "Naturally I'm happy to compensate you and your son for any emotional..."

"I want a claim."

"What?"

"I want a claim. I want your son to step up and do the right thing. Sebastian should claim Alex."

Sebastian was panic-stricken. A claim? He didn't want to claim Alex. He'd only wanted to fuck him. Alex was short and cute with curly black hair. He'd only wanted him because he reminded him of...

"I'm sorry Mr. Patterson, but a claim is out of the question. As you can see from my son's unfortunate behavior, he's not quite ready to take on the responsibility of a claim."

"Oh, he's ready. If he's ready to screw a slave, then he's ready to make a claim."

"Surely you realize..."

"What I realize is that your son is a serial rapist. That's right. I said it. What? Did you think I would walk in here without doing my research? I have friends in the Ministry. This isn't the first time your son has slept with a slave and walked away. You can't claim he doesn't know the rules because he does. He just thinks he can get away with it because of your money. Well I'm not going for it. Not everyone can be bought. Either he claims Alex, or I report him to the Ministry and file suit."

Michael looked at Sebastian. Sebastian caved inward under his father's fierce, stone cold stare. Fear trickled up his spine. Maybe he should agree to claim Alex and move in with the Pattersons. At least he'd stay alive.

After a few moments, Michael turned back to Mr. Patterson. He took in his polyester suit, wrinkled shirt and cheap shoes. Why the hell was Sebastian slumming it? He glanced at Alex who was still staring at Sebastian. Decent looking kid. He reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who. Didn't matter. This was not the type of slave Sebastian could claim.

"First of all, my son is not a rapist. Perhaps your son is a whore. Second, in my experience, everyone has a price. Name yours."

"I want a claim."

"No you don't. Name your price."

"Claim."

"Price."

"Claim."

"A claim is out of the question and will not happen. You have 30 seconds to tell me what it will take to help Alex get over his suffering before I throw you out. Feel free to take me to court. I can afford the legal fees, you can't. As for the Ministry, I too have friends there."

Mr. Patterson sat quietly for a moment. He reached over and took a pad of paper off Michael's desk. He picked up a pen, wrote down a number and handed it to him. Michael glanced at it, took out his checkbook, wrote a check and handed it to Mr. Patterson.

"Now get out."

Mr. Patterson stood up. "Come on."

Alex's eyes grew wide and he started whining. "No! I wanna stay with Sebastian!" His father grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the door. "Come on! Let's get out of here." Alex turned to Sebastian. "Sebastian...please..I love you! Please, don't do this! I'll be a good slave for you. I promise. Why don't you want me?" Alex's father kept dragging him. "Sebastian! Sebastian! Sebast..."

The door closed.

Sebastian sat there staring at the floor. He didn't realize his father had stood up and crossed the room until he felt the hard slap across his face.

"What the hell is wrong with you? How could you do that? Again! When are you going to grow the fuck up?"

"I'm sorry...I..." He was cut off by his father slapping him again.

"Enough! I don't wanna hear it! I'm done, Sebastian. Done! You fuck up again, you're on your own. Do you hear me? I mean it. I'm not bailing you out anymore. You get in trouble, don't call me! You're on your own. I suggest you keep your damn dick in your pants, concentrate on class and stay the hell away from slaves! What's wrong with you? Why can't you just stake a claim and settle down? If you're so damn horny, find a slave, claim him and then you can fuck his brains out! Stop screwing around!"

Michael walked over to the small office bar and noisily fixed himself a drink.

Sebastian just sat there.

Maybe if they'd given him who he wanted, he wouldn't have these problems.

He stood up and walked towards the door. He turned and glared at his father.

"Fuck you."