Chapter 4

Blaine was sitting at the piano, eyes closed in deep concentration. He allowed the notes to flow over and through him as he listened to the words and tried to imagine Rachel's voice singing them instead of Kaden's.

When Kaden finished, Blaine opened his eyes and immediately began marking up the music sheet in front of him while mumbling to himself.

"Well?"

"It's great, but I think I want to go a chord higher. Rachel's voice can handle it."

"Okay. Wanna break for lunch? I'm starving."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. Let me text Kurt."

Kaden jealously watched Blaine send a quick message to Kurt.

K and I going to lunch at the Sandwich Stop.

A moment later his phone beeped with the reply.

Okay. Text me when you are back at the studio. Love you.

Yes sir. Love you.

They walked the two blocks to the Sandwich Stop and were pleased to find it busy, but not packed. After placing their orders and receiving their food, they found a table near the door. They were almost finished when a tall, blue-eyed blonde stopped at their table. He'd been watching them since they entered, his eyes fixed on Kaden.

"Hello."

Both Blaine and Kaden looked up. Kaden quickly looked back down, but Blaine continued staring at the blonde. Thanks to Kurt he wasn't the terrified slave he'd been in high school. Being claimed, coupled with Kurt's coaching and encouragement had helped Blaine gain the strength necessary to navigate a world run by masters. Kurt demanded full submission from Blaine, but he didn't want him giving it to anyone else.

"Your submission is to me, and me alone. I am your master. To submit to another master is an insult to me. Do you want to insult me, Blaine?"

"No. Never sir. Never."

"Then don't."

The blonde smiled at how quickly Kaden lowered his eyes. That was a good sign.

"Can we help you?" Blaine asked.

The blonde glanced at him and then turned his attention back to Kaden.

"I was thinking that maybe I can help your friend. He appears to be unclaimed."

Kaden continued staring at his plate. Blaine frowned. He didn't like this. He was getting a bad vibe from this guy.

"He doesn't need any help. He's fine."

Kaden gave Blaine a desperate look. What are you saying? I'm not fine. I want to be claimed. Stop cock-blocking.

The blonde ignored Blaine. "Is that true, cutie? Are you fine?"

Kaden kept his eyes down and shook his head. The blonde's stare intensified as his voice turned deeper and dominant.

"What's your name?"

"Kaden. Kaden James."

"Look at me, Kaden."

The blonde took out his cell phone and handed it to Kaden.

"Give me your number."

Blaine reached across the table and snatched the phone from Kaden.

"Kaden! Do you really want to give him your number?"

"Blaine, gimme the phone!"

"You don't have to. You can say no." Blaine pressed the phone into the blonde's hand.

The blonde looked at Blaine in surprise and disgust. He glanced at Blaine's neck again to make sure he really was claimed. Who the hell was his master? If this slave belonged to him, he'd beat some respect into him.

A redhead carrying two large bags of sandwiches appeared.

"Jake, I got everything. Let's go."

Jake looked at Kaden. "I suggest you stop hanging out with him if you ever want to get claimed." He turned and left.

Kaden watched him leave before turning to Blaine in anger.

"Why did you do that?"

"Come on, Kaden. Did you really want to give that guy your number? You can do so much better."

"That's not your decision!"

"I was doing you a favor! That guy was a predatory loser!"

"How do you know? Maybe I don't care! You don't get it, Blaine! You don't know what it's like. Being unclaimed. Being alone. Lying awake at night wishing there was someone...anyone to take care of you. To dominate you and make you feel whole again." Kaden's shoulders sagged as he stared sadly at his plate. "You don't know what it's like to be empty all the time. Especially when you know what it feels like to be full."

Blaine reached over and took Kaden's hand. "But...you don't want what happened to you to happen again. If you wanna avoid that you have to make better choices."

Kaden snatched his hand away. "I did make a good choice. He just...it just..." Kaden stood up. "I'll see you back at the studio."

"Kaden! Kaden, wait!" Blaine watched Kaden run out of the restaurant.

Well shit.

Of course, Kaden was right. Blaine didn't know what it was like to be alone. He'd always had Kurt. Always knew Kurt would keep his word and claim him. What if Kurt had done to him what Kaden's ex-boyfriend had done? Sleeping with him for years only to abandon his promise to claim him, leaving him shattered, heartbroken and desperate for a master. Kaden had been through a lot, including abuse at the hands of an older, wealthy master named Mario who offered Kaden to his friends and clients for sex. It was the guilt-ridden ex-boyfriend who rescued Kaden and returned him to his parents. After taking some time to recover, Kaden returned to school part-time and got a job working at the studio where he met Blaine. Kaden was better, but he longed for a master. His longing made him easy prey. Blaine worried about Kaden, the way Wes worried about Blaine in high school.

Blaine slowly walked back to the studio. Kaden was fiddling with the sound mixing equipment. He gave Blaine a guilty look.

"I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to look out for me, and I appreciate it. I really do."

Blaine shook his head. "Forget it. Don't worry, Kaden. He's out there. The right master will find you, or you'll find him."

Kaden shrugged. "Yeah. Maybe. Let's finish so we can send this over to Rachel."

The two were soon so engrossed in their work that Blaine didn't remember until his phone rang.

He froze.

He never told Kurt he was back.

He grabbed his phone. "Hello sir."

"Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm at the studio. I'm sorry, sir. I'm so sorry. I forgot."

Blaine could hear Kurt's sigh of relief. "I was worried."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Kurt was silent for a moment.

"Disobedience must be punished, Blaine."

Blaine closed his eyes and winced as his cock pushed against steel.

"Yes sir."

"We will deal with this when we get home."

"Yes sir."

Kurt hung up.

Blaine stood there with his eyes closed. His cock strained painfully inside the steel cage. He tried to think of something, anything but Kurt punishing him.

Kaden smiled as he watched Blaine struggle. He'd thought about reminding him to text Kurt, but decided against it. His way of thanking Blaine for his concern. He hoped Kurt punished him in the most delicious ways possible.

At 3:58 pm Blaine walked out of the studio. Kurt was already there wearing sunglasses, leaning against the car, arms folded.

"Hello sir."

"Hello disobedient one." Kurt's dominance rippled through Blaine. He couldn't help himself. He fell to his knees, forehead pressed to the ground. Kurt looked down at him.

"Yes. Why don't you stay there for awhile."

Kurt took out his phone and sent a text to Chandler.

Can we change the time from 6 to 7? I have to deal with Blaine.

Of course. I hope deal with means punish ;-

Yes, but I'm not the sadist you are.

Liar! You just won't let go. Seth loves it. So would Blaine. C U at 7.

Kurt laughed to himself. Chandler and Seth were a match made in heaven. Kurt had seen the punishing torture Chandler inflicted on Seth and Seth couldn't get enough.

He glanced down at Blaine. Chandler was right. Blaine's submissiveness would totally allow Kurt to be a sadist, but Kurt didn't go there. Instead he craved pure control. He was sure the roots of this were born from feeling so out of control in high school, but he didn't spend time over-analyzing himself. He simply accepted that it was how his dominance was wired. He demanded respect, obedience and complete control over Blaine, and Blaine happily submitted. Wanted to submit. Needed to submit. They were perfect together.

Kurt opened the car door and told Blaine to crawl inside. Blaine immediately obeyed. Kurt stepped inside and closed the door. Blaine remained crouched on the floor of the car for the entire ride home. When they pulled up in front of their building, Kurt opened the door and stepped out. Blaine carefully crawled out of the car.

"You will crawl until I permit you to walk."

"Yes sir."

Once inside, Kurt sat down on the couch. "Come here. Stand in front of me."

Kurt unbuttoned and unzipped Blaine's pants. He pulled everything down and off leaving Blaine in his shirt and the cockcage. Kurt reached behind the cage and lightly fondled Blaine's balls.

"I would think the cage would remind you of me all day. Perhaps I'll have to start doing something a bit stronger."

Blaine swallowed and whined just a little.

Kurt removed the cage. "I have a few ideas, but for now we will deal with your disobedience. Go shower in your bathroom and wait for me in the bedroom."

Blaine dropped to his knees and crawled to his bathroom. It was smaller than Kurt's and was perfect for occasions like this when they both needed to shower but Kurt wanted to shower alone.

Ten minutes later Blaine was on his knees in the middle of the bedroom. His hands were folded, eyes on the floor. The moment he heard Kurt enter the room his cock hardened, but he didn't dare look up.

"Up on the bed, on your back."

Blaine scrambled on to the bed. His heartbeat sped up when he saw the iron chains. He loved when Kurt used the iron chains. They were tight and heavy and made him fully feel like a slave. Kurt chained his wrists and ankles to the bed before straddling his body. He ran his fingers lightly up and down Blaine's chest, over his nipples and up and down his arms. He pressed his body down into Blaine's, causing Blaine to groan and feel a bit dizzy from the strong feelings coursing through him. He did this a few more times until Blaine's body was hot and buzzing with need. Kurt grabbed the lube from the nightstand, poured some on his hand, and began to prepare his ass for Blaine's cock.

This was their special secret.

From everything Kurt had read and heard, masters always topped, but Kurt enjoyed bottoming. He loved the feel of Blaine sliding inside him, wide, heavy and hard. He didn't know about other slaves since Blaine was the only person he'd ever slept with, but he had a feeling that Blaine's cock was larger than most slaves because it was almost the exact same size as his.

He also loved this position for the torment it caused Blaine. It took every ounce of submission within him not to come until Kurt gave him permission, and he wasn't always granted permission.

Watching Kurt drove Blaine crazy with desire. Kurt looked so hot with his head thrown back, fingers quickly darting in and out of his ass, as little moans and gasps of pleasure escaped his throat. Once he was ready, he wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock and pumped it up and down, coating it with lube. Blaine was trembling.

"You may not come. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"You will control yourself."

"Y-yes sir."

Kurt raised himself up and slowly lowered himself down. Blaine gasped and groaned as Kurt's ass clinched hot and tight around his cock. He strained against the chains to arch his hips up into Kurt and quickly realized that was a mistake. It intensified the feeling and he could feel his orgasm jump forward. He growled as he tried to push it back down under his control. Kurt smiled wickedly as he saw the agony of struggle on Blaine's face. He sped up and was soon fucking himself hard and fast on Blaine's cock.

"Will you disobey me again, Blaine?"

Blaine struggled to speak. "N-no sir. N-never."

"Say it, Blaine."

"I...will never...disobey...my master."

"Repeat until I tell you to stop."

Blaine struggled to speak and concentrate on not coming at the same time. Kurt was a vision of control. He bounced up and down with deep concentration, his eyes never leaving Blaine's face. His body moved with a beauty and grace that made no sense given how hard he was fucking himself on the thick cock inside him.

Blaine was drowning in his submission, diving deeper and deeper to find the strength not to come. He would not disobey his master.

Kurt suddenly pulled up and off completely. Blaine choked and wailed, but he didn't come. Kurt stared into his eyes.

"Not one drop, Blaine."

Blaine screamed in frustration and strained within the iron chains. Kurt moved all the way up and pressed his cock into Blaine's mouth. Blaine clung to the weak control he had over his orgasm as Kurt fucked his mouth hard and fast. Blaine moaned around the cock, waiting desperately for the release of cum to pour down his throat, but Kurt was having none of that.

He pulled out suddenly and came with a loud scream all over Blaine's chest.

Blaine was breathing hard, his arm and leg muscles tense, eyes squeezed shut as he refused to give in to the tight, intense need to come.

Kurt reached over and grabbed a few wet wipes. He cleaned Blaine's chest and then leaned down to kiss him. Blaine breathed a little easier.

But Kurt wasn't done.

He stood up and walked over to a cherry wood cabinet. He unlocked it and took out a long, large, black inflatible dildo. It was the kind he only used for punishment.

Blaine's body shook. No way he could withstand the feelings it would cause. Not when he was already teetering on the edge.

Kurt slowly slid it into Blaine's hole. He pumped the air bulb until Blaine screamed. His ass was overly full and his cock was hard as stone. It would take everything in him not to explode.

Kurt gave the bulb one more cruel pump. He placed a ballgag in Blaine's mouth and a safety buzzer in his hand.

"I want you to lay there and think about your disobedience."

Blaine closed his eyes and did just that. Submitting and obeying Kurt filled him with a warm peace and sense of contentment. It made him happy and it made Kurt happy. Blaine would try his dammdest to never disobey again, and that included not coming despite the sexual agony he was in. His ass was incredibly tight and full and the dildo was in far enough to lightly hit his prostrate. Just enough of a gentle graze to cause the worse type of teasing torture. Blaine's cock was twitching and throbbing, desperate to be touched, licked or up Kurt's ass.

Kurt returned 20 minutes later. He removed the ballgag and dildo, and unchained Blaine. Blaine rolled off the bed and dropped to his knees. His body was shaking with unreleased tension, his cock still hard and throbbing. Kurt looked down at him and ran his fingers through his curls.

"I love you so much, Blaine. I worry about you when I don't hear from you."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's legs and pressed his face into his thigh. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to make you worry."

"Do you understand why I am punishing you?"

"Yes sir. I didn't text you when I returned to the studio and you told me to."

Kurt nodded. "That's right. You must always obey me."

"Yes sir."

"Wash up and get dressed. You will remain on your knees until Chandler and Seth arrive."

"Yes sir." Blaine's cock was hard and screaming in desperation.

No relief tonight. Not that he expected any.

When the buzzer rang, Kurt nodded at Blaine giving him permission to walk. Blaine buzzed them in and opened the door. He grinned when he saw Chandler and Seth coming down the hall, Seth's guitar slung over his shoulder.

"Hi!"

"Hey!"

"Ah, Blaine. So sad to see you can walk," Chandler smirked. "Kurt always insists on going easy on you."

Kurt gave Chandler a bitchy look. "Shut up and come in."

The four had been friends since college. Blaine met Chandler during his freshman year when Chandler rescued him from a very aggressive master who didn't care that Blaine was obviously claimed. He'd cornered Blaine in one of the music practice rooms and refused to let him leave. Back then Blaine was still struggling to assert himself. He was trapped by fear of the master looming over him, fear of angering Kurt by submitting to another master, and fear of disappointing Kurt by not standing up for himself.

Chandler heard Blaine's pleas to be left alone and stopped to see what was going on. At first he thought it was a private disagreement between a master and his slave, but the decorative beauty of Blaine's collar caught his eye. The beautiful, obviously custom designed collar didn't match the hideous shirt and ugly pants the master was wearing. Someone that fashion challenged couldn't have the taste or inclination to design something so beautiful. Chandler confronted the master. When he realized what was going on, he threatened to kick his ass and report him to the Masters Ministry. The jerk took off and Chandler took a badly shaken Blaine home to a grateful Kurt.

Kurt met Seth a month later while choosing music for a show audition. Seth struck up a conversation with Kurt, drawn to his dominate presence. Kurt quickly explained that he already had a slave, but he knew someone who was looking if Seth was interested. Seth was interested, but cautious. He was looking for more than a master. He wanted a sadist who would torture him within an inch of his life, but had a loving heart and believed in romance.

Chandler was a bit reluctant too. He was looking for more than just a slave. He wanted a masochist who would beg for cruelty, take everything he could dish out, and loved romantic comedies.

Kurt and Blaine introduced the two over dinner, and it was love at first sight. Chandler invited Seth to dinner for the very next night. When he arrived at Seth's door, he presented him with flowers. They enjoyed a delicious, candlelight dinner at a very romantic restaurant.

Seth went home with Chandler that night.

Chandler whipped his back raw, fucked him hard, bound him in leather and suspended him with chains from the ceiling of his bedroom above his bed.

It was the number one best night of Seth's life.

Chandler claimed him a week later. They'd been together ever since.

They settled in the living room. Kurt sat on the couch while Chandler sat in a chair. Both slaves sat at their masters feet. Chandler asked Kurt how the show rehearsals were going. This sent Kurt off into a long, humorous tirade on the lack of talent of his co-star, Brad. Blaine, Chandler and Seth laughed hysterically at Kurt's imitations and exaggerations.

"We're still stuck on the argument scene at the end of act one because the man apparently does not know how to act an argument without screaming. I finally said to him, at the end of his long and badly performed speech, "why are you screaming at me?" He looks at me and says, "that's not your line." Ugh!"

Chandler grinned. "Poor Kurt. Always forced to deal with lesser actors and fools."

"Damn right. I truly suffer for my art."

Seth looked at Chandler. "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry."

Seth looked at Blaine for help. Blaine looked at Kurt.

"I'm starving."

"You and Seth go in the kitchen and order whatever you want. Order me a salad."

Blaine and Seth headed for the kitchen. Chandler shook his head.

"Honestly, Kurt. A salad? Please don't tell me you're dieting?"

"I have to stay in shape, especially for the show. I want to fit into my costume opening night. It's embarrassing to ask for alterations after the initial fitting."

Pizza ordered, Blaine and Seth went to the Broadway room to hang out. It was a study in the back of the apartment where they kept Blaine's piano and music, Kurt's scripts and show posters and all other things related to their creative professions and love of music and theater.

Kurt and Chandler continued chatting in the living room, serenaded by the sounds of Blaine playing piano and Seth playing guitar. Chandler suddenly joined Kurt on the couch, his expression serious.

"Uh oh. You look like we're about to have an adult conversation."

"I wanted to ask you something."

Kurt nodded. "Sure."

"Didn't you tell me one time that Blaine came from a wealthy family?"

"Yeah."

"Exactly who is his family?"

"His mother is Victoria Ramken Anderson. She owns..."

Chandler interrupted. "Ramken Industries."

Kurt was surprised. "Yes. How did you know that?"

"They've been in the business section quite a bit recently. Ramken Industries is gearing up for a major, multi-million dollar expansion into Europe. It's huge. There's been rumors swirling about whether or not they have enough cash for such a major move. Word is they might go public. There was a picture of Victoria Ramken Anderson and Alex Anderson next to the article. Alex Anderson reminded me of Blaine and it made me wonder if there was a connection. Blaine looks like his dad."

Kurt shrugged. He'd never laid eyes on the man. He paid absolutely no attention to anything going on in the business world, and he certainly didn't keep up with Victoria Anderson's activities.

"An initial public offering of a company like that will be a big deal. Does Blaine have any financial ties to the company?"

Kurt shook his head. "No. None. It's all his older brother and his mother and I suppose his dad. His older brother runs some part of the company in Michigan. Blaine has nothing to do with his family or the business."

Chandler sat back. "Hmph."

"What?"

"It's just...Ramken Industries is one of the top 10 privately held companies in the world. It would be a shame if they go public and he's not a shareholder. He'd become a millionaire over night."

Kurt shook his head. "No. Blaine's mother is an evil bitch. She was horrible to Blaine. I don't want her, or her money anywhere near us. We don't need it or them."

Chandler was quiet for a moment. "Kurt...can I ask you a sorta...insulting question?"

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but...how did you end up with Blaine? I mean...slaves from families like his...they tend to use them as a part of business deals."

Kurt was quiet. Now that he was older, wiser, and a bit more worldly, he truly understood just how unusual it was for him to have been allowed to claim Blaine. Most masters and slaves claimed within their social class. He understood Chandler's curiosity. He also wondered sometimes if his father had told him the whole truth about his deal with Victoria.

"My dad convinced his mother that she should give him to me. In exchange my father...looks out for legislation she likes." Kurt felt dirty saying that out loud. "He's not doing anything wrong. They see eye-to-eye on business stuff, so...it's not like he's being bought or anything. He's not doing anything illegal."

Chandler nodded. "Don't worry. I understand, and I'm glad Blaine is with you and not trapped with someone who wants him for all the wrong reasons."

Kurt was relieved when the buzzer rang signaling the arrival of the pizza and the end of the conversation.

K&B&K&B

In bed that night, Kurt pulled Blaine on top of him.

"Make love to me."

Blaine was surprised. Kurt never broke punishments. Punishments always lasted until the next morning or longer depending upon Kurt's mood. Blaine had expected to suffer until Sunday.

Kurt could see his surprise. "I need to feel you in me again."

Blaine growled quietly as he kissed Kurt with a slightly demanding firmness.

This was another reason why Kurt enjoyed having Blaine top. He was sure it helped Blaine grow stronger. Kurt loved watching the small changes that took place in Blaine when he topped. The way his eyes turned darker as his physical presence became more powerful, his voice deeper and commanding. Kurt found him hot as hell.

Blaine wasted no time trailing his tongue down Kurt's body until he reached his hole. He softly licked around it before sliding his tongue in and out slowly causing Kurt to tremble.

"Ohhh...Blaine...please...in me..."

Blaine grabbed the lube, slicked himself up and slid in slowly. Kurt groaned, arched his hips up and pressed his feet into Blaine's lower back urging him to go deeper. Blaine pulled out slowly and then thrust in hard and deep. The speed of his thrusts increased steadily as Kurt grew louder.

"Oh, Blaine...fuck...yes...fuck...yes...fuck..."

Blaine fell into a sexual trance, his hips thrusting hard and strong in time to Kurt's cries. He could feel his building orgasm growing hot and more intense than normal due to the unreleased buildup of earlier that evening.

"Sir...please...permission..."

"Yes! Come, Blaine! Come!"

Blaine's entire body tensed and then exploded. He growled through his orgasm while Kurt stroked himself. Blaine swatted Kurt's hand away and swallowed his cock. It only took a few strong strokes of his tongue for Kurt to burst in Blaine's mouth. Blaine moaned appreciatively, swallowing every drop before sliding up Kurt's body to collapse on top of him. Kurt wrapped his arms and legs around him and squeezed.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Blaine opened his eyes and looked at the clock.

9:27 am. Saturday.

Free day.

He quietly slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom and then the kitchen. He pulled a box of Apple Jacks out of the cabinet and grabbed a large bowl. After filling the bowl with cereal and milk, he grabbed another bowl and filled it with strawberries, blueberries, blackberries and grapes and headed back to bed. He sat the bowl of fruit down on Kurt's nightstand and then climbed into bed, grabbed the remote and turned on cartoons. He was happy to find a classic Tom and Jerry cartoon. He settled against the pillows with his cereal and lost himself in the adventures of Jerry trying to outsmart Tom.

30 minutes later Kurt opened his eyes and smiled as he heard the sounds of Tom and Jerry classical music. He rolled over and felt happy at the sight of Blaine, propped up against the pillows, curls all over the place, staring at the TV like a five year old. Kurt eyed the empty bowl of cereal and rolled his eyes.

After taking a quick shower to clean off the dried evidence of last night, Kurt settled into bed next to Blaine with the bowl of fruit. Kurt wasn't big on cartoons, but who didn't like Tom and Jerry?

Once Tom and Jerry went off, Kurt picked up his iPad to check emails and skim the news. Without really thinking about it he clicked on the business section and scrolled down. What was he looking for? Finding nothing, he turned to the fashion section.

They sat in quiet, comfortable silence until the sound of, "Don't Rain on My Parade," filled the air. Blaine's cell phone ring for Rachel.

"Hi Rachel."

"Blaine! Oh, my God! You are so amazing! I just had a chance to listen to the song and it is perfect! Perfect! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Blaine grinned. "Thanks Rachel. I can't wait to hear you sing it."

"You and the rest of the world. I already sent it over to the director. I'm sure he'll love it. Carl and Frank probably won't appreciate me going around them for a new song for the show, but whatever. They'll get over it."

Blaine felt a tiny pang of guilt about Carl and Frank. Rachel was the star of a new show titled, "And That's What She Thought." The book and songs were by the writing team of Carl Sands and Frank Wyler. Sands and Wyler were extremely talented and highly respected, but while Rachel loved the story and most of the songs, there were a few she wanted changed or replaced. Unhappy with the reluctance and suggestions of Carl and Frank, she turned to Blaine.

Kurt reached for the phone. "Let me talk to her."

"Hey."

"Hi Kurt! Do you know how amazing your boy is?"

"Yes I do, but do you know how ticked Sands and Wyler are going to be with you?"

"Whatever. When they hear the song and see how perfectly it fits, they'll get over whatever petty creative jealousies they may have. Hell, maybe they'll invite Blaine to join them."

Kurt frowned. He liked Blaine having the creative freedom to write and sell songs at his own pace. He didn't want him tied down by the politics of Broadway.

"Yeah, well you just make sure they don't try to blacklist him or something."

"Honestly, Kurt. It will be fine."

"It better be. If they pitch a fit, I expect you to protect him."

"Of course."

"How's Finn?"

"Oh, he's fine. He's out picking up my Saturday morning coffee and pastries. My one treat of the week."

Like many slaves, Finn didn't work. Instead he was with Rachel 24-7. He sat through all her rehearsals, ran errands, and happily took care of her every need and want.

Kurt and Rachel chatted some more before saying goodbye.

Blaine looked at Kurt. "What are we doing today?"

"Grocery shopping."

They lounged around in bed for awhile longer before getting dressed and making a list of everything they needed. As a last minute thought, Kurt grabbed a silver leash for Blaine and slipped it in his bag before they headed out.

When they arrived at the store, Kurt was glad he thought to bring the leash. The store was packed. Even busier than a normal Saturday. Kurt hooked the silver leash to Blaine's left wrist. Blaine felt a warm wave of relaxation and safety settle within him.

As they moved through the store, Kurt noticed that several other masters had leashed their slaves. Many masters connected the leash to the slave's collar, but Kurt never did this in public. He preferred the closeness brought by he and Blaine being connected at the wrist. Some slaves were obviously leashed as punishment. They were outfitted in full head harness muzzles with chains running from a D-ring on the muzzle to their handcuffed wrists. Seeing these slaves always made Blaine think of Chandler and Seth.

Kurt didn't really have to leash Blaine. Blaine naturally stayed close to him, but Kurt was feeling a bit on edge. His conversation with Chandler about the Anderson's business affairs had left him nervous. He wasn't sure why, but a tiny seed of worry had been planted and he couldn't shake it.

Once they were home and putting groceries away, Kurt thought about Cooper. Cooper was the only person who stayed in touch with Blaine. They didn't talk often, but there was the occasional phone call or email.

"When was the last time you talked to Cooper?"

Blaine looked thoughtful. "Hmm. I'm not sure. It's definitely been awhile. The last time I talked to him he said something about heading to Europe. Paris, I think."

"Did he say why?"

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. Something about the company growing."

A European expansion.

"Why do you ask, sir?"

Kurt turned away from him to alphabetize the cereals.

"Just wondering."

As always, Blaine woke up at 6:30 am on Monday morning. He didn't have an alarm clock. His body was trained.

He followed his usual morning routine and was on his knees at Kurt's bedside by 6:58 am. Kurt woke at 7:00 am.

"Good morning, my love."

"Good morning, sir."

Blaine waited patiently to perform Kurt's morning blowjob. Kurt understood the importance of routine for slaves, so he allowed Blaine to suck him, but he made sure he pulled out before coming. Blaine looked up at him, confusion in his eyes.

"I have something new for you, but not until after breakfast. I want Raisin Bran with skim milk. You may have a waffle. Wait for me."

"Yes sir."

Kurt waited until Blaine padded off for the kitchen before taking out the harness.

During breakfast, Blaine helped Kurt run lines. Kurt sighed. Blaine would make a hell of a better co-star than Brad.

"Go to the bedroom, but don't get dressed. I want you bent over the bed, face in the mattress."

Blaine's heartbeat quickened. "Yes sir."

Kurt cleared away the dishes and walked to the bedroom. Blaine was obediently bent over the bed, beautiful ass in the air. Kurt walked over and kicked his feet further apart. He ran his fingers up and down Blaine's ass crack, triggering his lubrication.

"As you may recall, you had a little trouble remembering the rules last week. I told you we would try something stronger to help you."

Blaine felt dizzy as sexual desire and submission rushed to his head. Kurt was still running his fingers up and down and around his ass, but not entering his hole. Blaine braced himself.

Kurt entered him without warning. Rough, hard and fast. He pressed one hand down onto Blaine's back and fucked into him even harder. Blaine closed his eyes and grunted at every push. Kurt was groaning and mumbling incoherently. Oh, how he loved Blaine's ass. He could get lost in Blaine's ass all day.

He came with a loud groan, filling Blaine's ass completely. He quickly grabbed a harness with a huge butt plug and slid it in. Blaine wailed at the large intrusion into his sore hole. Kurt stood him up and locked the harness into place before locking Blaine's cock in a new cage that held his balls as well as his dick.

Kurt stepped back and admired his work. "Walk across the room."

Blaine slowly walked across the room. Holy hot hell. His ass felt tight and full and his cock was struggling inside the cage. He felt incredibly turned on from being plugged and locked up with his master's cum inside him. He felt owned. He fell to his knees at Kurt's feet.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you"

Kurt grinned. "You thank me now, but let's see how you feel around 2:00 pm." Blaine smiled up at him.

Oh, he knew how he would feel by 2:00 pm. The sexual torture would be killing him.

He couldn't wait.