Chapter 5

PARIS

Tristan stood in the doorway of the bedroom, tears rolling down his face as he watched Sebastian throwing his clothes into a suitcase.

"Sebastian...please...please don't do this to me. Please."

Sebastian ignored him. He walked into the bathroom and returned a moment later with Tristan's shampoo, aftershave and lotions. He was about to throw it into the suitcase but hesitated.

"Actually, you can't take over two ounces of liquid on a plane." He turned and dumped everything into a garbage can.

Tristan's sobs grew louder as his tears rolled faster.

"Please Sebastian! Don't do this to me! Why are you doing this to me? I love you!"

Sebastian yanked open a drawer and scooped up all the underwear and socks. He threw them in the suitcase.

Tristan screamed,"I love you!"

Sebastian looked at him, his eyes cold and unemotional.

"But you see Tristan, I don't love you."

Tristan shook his head furiously. "No! No! I don't believe that! That's not true! That's not true!"

Sebastian shrugged. He zipped up the suitcase, walked over to his desk and took out a plane ticket.

"This is a one-way, first class ticket to New York. Your flight leaves at 2:00 pm. John will take you to the airport."

"No!" Tristan screamed. He threw himself at Sebastian's feet, wrapping his arms around his legs.

"Please...please...don't do this to me. Please...I love you...I've been a good slave to you...please don't unclaim me. Please!"

Sebastian stared down into Tristan's eyes. He grabbed his long black hair and pulled his head back.

"I. Don't. Want. You. Any. More."

And with a quick, graceful movement, he unsnapped the collar from Tristan's neck. Tristan screamed.

"No! No! Please! Please! I'll do anything! Anything! Please!"

Sebastian tried to free himself from Tristan's grip around his legs, but Tristan tightened his hold.

"Let go."

"No! Please Sebastian! Pleeeaaassseee!"

Sebastian reached down and yanked Tristan's head back once more. He slapped him across the face. Tristan cried out and sank to the floor, releasing Sebastian's legs. Sebastian stepped over him and walked to a painting on the wall. He slid the painting aside revealing a wall safe. He opened it and pulled out a stack of cash and a pair of keys. He locked the safe and turned around. Tristan was lying on the floor, crying. Sebastian stood over him and dropped the cash and the keys on the floor.

"That should take care of you until you decide what you want to do. The keys are to the spare apartment in Tribeca. You can stay there for six months."

Tristan glared up at him, anger finally replacing the hurt.

"What I want to do? What am I supposed to do? I'm a slave! I'm supposed to have a master! You're my master!"

Sebastian picked up the gold collar he'd just removed from Tristan.

"Not anymore."

He tossed it in the trash.

"I have an appointment. I suggest you leave now for your flight. Goodbye Tristan."

Sebastian walked towards the door.

"It's him, isn't it?"

Sebastian stopped, but didn't turn around.

"It is. It's that slave you wanted in high school. The one that didn't want you. You can't let go."

Sebastian turned around. Tristan flinched at the fury in his eyes.

"This has nothing to do with him. I just don't want you anymore. You're ugly, Tristan and fucking you is boring. I never should have claimed you. I never really wanted you, and I certainly never loved you."

Tears streamed down Tristan's face as he slowly shook his head. "That's not true. None of that is true. You did love me. You do love me."

"Tell yourself whatever lies you need to. Just get the fuck out."

Sebastian left, slamming the door behind him.

Tristan collapsed into a pile of tears and physical pain. His collar was gone and Sebastian had left his presence. The pain of being released started as a slow burn in the submissive core of his brain. It would grow and spread, infecting his mind, his heart, and his bones. The next 24-hours were going to be hell.

Tristan lay on the floor for another ten minutes before forcing himself to stand. He looked down at the cash and keys lying on the floor. He didn't want to take it. Taking it would be saying he agreed and accepted what Sebastian was doing to him, and that wasn't true, but he had no choice. He had no money of his own, and he needed a place to stay until he found another master. The thought of another master made his skin crawl. He'd been with Sebastian for three years. He loved Sebastian and he'd always believed Sebastian loved him. He thought they would be together forever.

The thought made the tears start again. He stood there crying until the door opened. It was the house manager and chauffer, John.

"I'm sorry, Tristan, but I really must insist that we leave now. Mr. Smythe would not appreciate you missing your flight."

"Why...why is he doing this to me?"

John looked genuinely sympathetic. He wished he had an answer, but he didn't. At least not one he could share.

"I am sorry, Tristan. I can't answer that, but we really must be going."

"Can't answer, or won't?"

"Can't. I'll take your bag."

John took the suitcase off the bed and left. Tristan stood there staring at the cash and keys on the floor.

He bent down and picked up both.

He looked in the garbage can and tried to pick up the collar, but it burned his fingers. He tried several times before accepting that he wouldn't be able to touch it. The dark magic of masters.

He left.

NEW YORK

Victoria drummed her red, perfectly manicured nails on the table. No one was telling her what she wanted to hear and she was furious.

"Are you absolutely positive, Alan?"

Alan nodded. "Yes. Absolutely."

"And we can't cut costs anywhere else?"

"Victoria...it's an expansion, not a scale back. Either you go big, or don't even plan on going."

Victoria stood up angrily and stalked over to the window. She folded her arms and stared out at the New York skyline. The men in the room took this opportunity to check out her perfect shaped ass.

"So, there's nothing we can do?"

Alan shot looks at everyone in the room. Some looked away, others shook their head at him. Alan decided to forge ahead. It was what he was paid to do.

"We can always go public. I've run the numbers and I think we can get at least $92 for an initial..."

Victoria spun around, her face twisted in anger.

"No! I am not taking this company public! The last thing I want is to have to answer to whinny, nosy ass shareholders. It's out of the question!"

"Victoria...you're being unreasonable. Either we use your cash reserves or we go public. Those are your two choices."

Victoria shook her head. "No. First rule of staying rich, use someone elses money, never your own. And I'm not going public."

Alan sat back. Jim took over.

"Look, I've reviewed the reserve numbers. You can afford to do this, Victoria. You have the money. Yes, it will drain your cash, but not all of it. You'll still be okay."

"I'm not interested in being okay. I'm not using anymore of the company's money than what we have already allocated."

They all sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally Jim spoke.

"Okay. You don't want shareholders. Fine. What about an investor? A silent partner who will give you the cash, but stay out of the day-to-day decisions."

Victoria shook her head. "Never again. I've done that before, remember? By the time I got untangled from Donald Starr, I was tempted to just give him the damn Carolina companies. That was a nightmare. No more partners."

Alan opened his mouth to speak, but Victoria shot him an evil look and put up her hand. "If you even breathe the words, borrow from a bank, I will fire you."

Alan shut his mouth.

Jim sighed in annoyance. "So you're looking for someone who will simply give you the cash because...why? Because you're hot? Good luck."

Victoria rolled her eyes, but started thinking.

Someone who would simply give her the cash.

A friend who would give her the cash.

A friend with that kind of cash.

"Everyone get out."

The men cleared out. Victoria picked up the phone.

"Sara? Get me Michael Smythe.

Burt studied the report his legislative and policy analyst, Quinn Fabray had put together. He'd been studying it all morning, hoping the numbers and figures would change. They hadn't.

Damn it.

He stood up and poked his head out of his office. "Quinn? Can you come in for a minute?"

Quinn came in and sat down. Halfway through pulling the numbers, she knew Burt was going to be disappointed.

"Yes?"

Burt held up the papers. "You're sure? Absolutely sure?"

Quinn nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry, Burt. I know you were hoping for a different outcome, but the numbers don't lie. I used the latest data from the Ramsey economic forecast and even ran it by a few friends in Columbus. The economic impact is unmistakable. A few select companies will do very, very well, but the rest...the rest will be driven out, thus the job loss numbers."

Burt sat down and rubbed his fingers across his forehead. There was no way he could support this type of legislation, much less encourage anyone else to.

Quinn watched Burt's inner turmoil play out on his face. She decided to confirm her thoughts. After all, it's not like it was a secret, at least not among the staff.

"Is this about Ramken Industries?"

Burt looked at her in surprise. He shook his head.

"Not exactly. Victoria Ramken did ask me to keep an open mind about the bill, and I noticed that they are one of the companies that would benefit, but the idea actually came from Senator Nick Rife. I can't imagine why he thinks this is a good idea. I don't understand people. You can make money and be profitable without crushing everyone else in the process."

Burt sat back, his mind made up. "I'm not supporting this. I can't."

Quinn nodded. It was the right thing to do, and Burt always tried to do the right thing. That was why she decided to work for him after graduating from Yale. While she and Kurt had never been close, she admired his father. He was a good man and an honest politician.

Well...most of the time.

She stood up and walked towards the door. She turned before leaving.

"I'm sure Victoria will understand."

Burt nodded and glanced at the photo on his desk of Kurt and Blaine, arms around each other, smiling happily. He hoped the boys always stayed that way.

Happy.

Blaine was happy.

So very, very happy. Kurt was screwing happiness into him with every thrust of his hips.

Blaine was lying face down, ass in the air on the fucking table. Well, that's what he and Seth secretly called it. When he ordered it, Kurt told Blaine it was simply a lovely piece of furniture, covered in beautiful brown, soft leather, with metal enhancements. During a visit, Seth took one look at it and squealed.

"Oooh! A fucking table! Excellent!"

"A what?"

"A fucking table. We have one too, but Chandler's is larger and has more attachments."

Blaine was confused. "What are you talking about? That's not a...fucking table."

"Then what is it?"

"Just a piece of furniture. Kurt bought it last week. It's pretty."

Seth grinned. "Oh, it's pretty all right. And you are going to look very, very pretty when your master bolts you down to it and fucks your very pretty ass like there's no tomorrow. Chandler practically loses his mind when I'm chained to that thing. Just you wait."

Seth couldn't have been more correct.

The table was adjustable so a master could set it at the perfect height to fuck their slave. Once the height was correct, Kurt ordered Blaine up onto the table, on his knees, chest down, ass in the air, head turned to the side, hand and arms lying flat, slightly above his head. Kurt bolted Blaine's neck and wrists down with metal bars that were attached to the table. Blaine could move his head just enough to switch which cheek was pressed flat to the table, but he couldn't lift his head. There were metal bolts to lock down his legs across his calves, as well as his ankles. Everything was tight and left Blaine completely immobile, spread open and ready for Kurt's cock. His ass was wet and dripping as the lubricating function in his body worked overtime in response to his thoughts. He was experiencing a completely new level of being turned on. He couldn't wait for Kurt to fuck him. He wanted Kurt to tear his ass apart.

And Kurt intended to.

Eventually.

Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's back and over his ass.

"You have such a great ass, Blaine. It's so tight and firm and cute. I love touching it. And you look so damn good in jeans."

Blaine moaned as Kurt ran the palm of his hand all over his ass before sliding his fingers in and out of his hole. Blaine cried out and strained against the bars. The fact that they were metal bars was doing all sorts of things to his head.

"Please sir, fuck me."

"Not yet horny boy. I'm going to put a roast in the oven. You stay here."

Kurt went to the kitchen, leaving Blaine to moan and sweat in anticipation. He almost wished Kurt had placed a butt plug in his ass. Lying there, spread open and empty...waiting for Kurt's thick cock to plunge inside him...

Blaine groaned. "Ohhhh, master. Master...please..."

His submission swirled inside him, wanting and hungry.

Kurt took his time preparing the roast. Chopping vegetables, seasoning and browning the meat, debating side dishes. He drew out the process, allowing Blaine to suffer for as long as possible. Sexual suffering and punishment fed Blaine's submission and Kurt always made sure Blaine was well fed.

Blaine had succumbed to making a low and constant moaning sound. His ass was ridiculously wet, and the dripping was torture.

Kurt was quiet as a cat. Blaine never heard him coming.

He screamed when Kurt's cock slammed into him, pounding his ass with strong, hard thrusts. Being bolted down intensified everything. Blaine continued screaming and gasping as Kurt hammered into him, harder and harder. Kurt loved the sounds Blaine made. He was so deliciously loud.

Kurt kept him trapped on the table for almost three hours, fucking him in-between preparing dinner and tidying up. When he finally released him, Blaine slid off the table and on to the floor. Kurt pushed him down on to his back.

"You may come, my love."

Kurt licked his own cum from Blaine's ass before sucking down his cock just as Blaine exploded with a yell. Kurt mixed their cum together in his mouth. Mmmm. They really were meant to be together.

Blaine lay on his back in exhaustion while Kurt ran a bath.

"Come Blaine."

Blaine crawled to the bathroom. Kurt lovingly washed him before helping him out, wrapping him in a large, soft towel.

"Hungry?" Blaine nodded. Yes, he was hungry. And sleepy.

Kurt dressed him in boxers and a t-shirt and put him in bed. He fixed two dinner trays and brought them to the bedroom. Blaine grinned happily.

"Dinner in bed?"

"Dinner in bed."

Kurt pulled out the first (or fourth) Star Wars movie and popped it into the DVR. They ate, placed the trays on the floor and snuggled in to watch the movie. Kurt smiled when he heard Blaine snoring before Luke and Obi-Wan-Kenobi found Han Solo and Chewbacca in the bar.

Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head before carefully sliding out of bed. He took their dishes to the kitchen, took a shower and slid back into bed. He watched Blaine sleep for a few minutes before pulling him close and wrapping his arms around him. Blaine sighed in his sleep and curled into Kurt. Kurt closed his eyes and drifted off into a warm, happy sleep of his own.

Kaden smiled as he heard the door of his apartment open and close.

"Kay?"

"In here."

Jake strolled into the kitchen and sniffed the air. "Mmmm. Smells delicious." He pulled Kaden to him and kissed him. Kaden melted and fought not to fall to his knees. Jake smiled at him. "Let me wash up and then we'll eat."

Kaden set the table, complete with candles. He prepared their plates and laid out the food. Jake walked in and sat down. Kaden watched as he took his first bite.

"Fabulous. Absolutely delicious, babe." Kaden grinned as his heart raced with joy at the approval.

Kaden listened to Jake tell him all about his day at the insurance company where he was a director. After dinner, Jake watched Kaden clean up. When he was done, they settled on the living room couch.

"So, have you told your friend Blaine about us?"

Kaden shook his head. "No. Not yet. I plan to. I was just waiting until..." He didn't want to say until you claim me. He didn't want to push. It had only been a little over a month.

"I just thought I would wait awhile. It's nice having a special secret."

Jake nodded in approval. "I agree with you. There's no hurry."

Jake waited a few minutes before continuing. "Is your friend Blaine happy with his master?"

"Mm hmm. Definitely. He and Kurt are amazing. I've always told Blaine how lucky he is. Kurt loves him so much and he's a really good master."

"You know...Blaine's family is very wealthy."

Kaden didn't know how to respond to that. "Um...I guess. I don't really know much about his family. He never talks about them."

"He's not close to this family?"

"I don't think so."

"Is that because of Kurt?"

"What do you mean?"

"Does Kurt keep Blaine away from his family?"

"Oh, I don't think so. I don't think they were ever close. Why?"

"Just curious."