Sebastian stared at the blueprints in front of him, his mind working at lightning speed as he recalculated the precise measurements in his head. He studied the architect's report and decided everything was correct. He felt good about this project. Everything should run on time.

His thoughts were interrupted by his assistant.

"Yes?"

"Royce is here."

"All right. Send him in."

Royce Sanderson slithered into Sebastian's office, a wicked grin on his face.

"Tell me, do you think your assistant would let me tap that ass?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure she's claimed."

Royce smirked. "That wasn't my question."

He sat down in a chair and propped his feet up on the desk, ignoring Sebastian's frown. "So, what's up with you? Where you been? I figured that once you got rid of Tristan you'd be tearing the free clubs apart."

Sebastian shook his head in disgust. "You know I don't like free clubs. Horny masters, desperate slaves, everyone looking to get laid. Where's the challenge in that?"

Royce scoffed. "Challenge? Screw being challenged. Fucking someone is not worth going to jail over. I seriously suggest you stop screwing around with slaves who are looking to get claimed before you end up in a ministry jail."

"First, you're one to talk, and second, I'm not screwing around with anybody."

"Sure you aren't. Speaking of screwing people, have you heard from Tristan?"

Sebastian shook his head and looked out the window.

Royce placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair. "Matt thought he saw him at one of the clubs in New York City."

"What? What kind of club?"

"A free club, of course. What other kind is there for unclaimed slaves? What did you think he would do once you got rid of him? Previously claimed slaves can't last long without a good dominating fuck. It's been over a month. I'm sure he's hungry." Royce smiled evilly as he watched Sebastian's eyes fill with concern.

"I tell ya what, Bass? I'd be happy to fly to New York and take care of him for you. I always found his long hair very sexy. I can only imagine how good it would be to fuck him while pulling his hair. I bet he screams like a girl, which given my tastes, I would greatly enjoy."

Royce cracked up laughing at Sebastian's hateful glare.

"That won't be necessary." Sebastian stood up and walked to the window. Tristan was visiting free clubs?

"Tell me something? Why did you unclaim Tristan in the first place? I thought you were in love and shit."

Sebastian didn't turn around. "I have my sights set on something better. Someone better."

Royce was intrigued. "Really? Who?"

Sebastian turned back around and smiled sweetly. "Oh, someone way too good for you."

"If he's too good for me, then he's too good for you. Wait...you're not finally embracing your bisexual side, are you? Is it a girl?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You're the one that swings both ways, not me. I only like dick."

"Your loss. Being bisexual has outstanding advantages. Twice the number of slaves. As a matter of fact, I've been thinking about seeing if there's a way to make it legal to claim two slaves. I'd like to have both a guy and a girl. I'm being horribly discriminated against under the current rules. It's an injustice."

Sebastian shook his head. Right. As if Royce would ever claim someone.

Sebastian and Royce had been friends since college. Royce was the epitome of an Abercrombie and Fitch model. Tight, firm body, gorgeous face and jawline all framed by beautiful dark brown hair. He was decidedly bisexual and a pure playboy. He had no interest in working or claiming anyone. Instead he lived to screw slaves, but unlike Sebastian he was careful, mostly screwing slaves who hung out at the free clubs.

Despite all the rules and regulations of the Masters Ministry, free clubs operated out in the open with little fear of repercussion. The clubs were places where masters could meet slaves who were willing to have sex, no strings attached, no claim expected. These were slaves who had been released from their masters for some reason, or had never been claimed. The slaves were desperate to be dominated, leaving them at the mercy of masters. Most ended up abused, shattered and broken, their minds slowly destroyed by the recurring submission to a master with no claim made. While the Ministry claimed disapproval and insisted they were working to eradicate the clubs, no one could remember a club ever being raided or shut down.

Royce stood up. "Are we going to lunch, or what? I'm hungry."

"Yeah. Give me five minutes."

"I'll be out here talking to your assistant. Maybe she'll let me hit it tonight." Royce grinned and walked out.

Sebastian closed the door of his office and picked up his cell phone. He scrolled down until Tristan's face appeared on screen. He stared at it for a minute before pushing call. The voice mail came on.

This is Tristan

Right now I can't listen

Leave me a message

"Um, Tristan...this is Sebastian. Uh...I...look, don't go to the free clubs, okay? Just...if you need money, call me, but...don't go to the clubs. Just don't."

Blaine looked at Kaden in total surprise.

"Really? For how long?"

Kaden couldn't keep his secret anymore.

"It'll be two months on Friday!" His face was glowing with excitement and happiness. "And he's not a bad guy, Blaine. Really, he's not. He's really nice to me and he has a good job at an insurance company, and he isn't pushy or anything."

Blaine smiled and nodded. Maybe his instincts had been wrong. "That's great, Kaden. I'm really glad I was wrong about him. It's nice to see you happy. Just...be careful, okay? Don't rush things." Kaden nodded.

"I know. I am. I won't. Listen, what are you and Kurt doing Friday night? Maybe we could all go to dinner and then you could meet him and see how nice he is."

"Sure. I'll ask Kurt."

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"I thought we'd agreed to wait a while before telling Blaine."

Jake was irritated. Kaden didn't understand why.

"I know, but I was just so excited. I always have to listen to his stories about him and Kurt. It's nice to have stories of my own."

"Well we can't have dinner with them on Friday. We already have plans."

"We do?"

"Yeah. We're meeting a friend of mine."

"Oh, okay. Well maybe Saturday..."

"Look Kay, it doesn't have to happen this weekend. Just relax."

Kaden's eyes fell to the floor. Jake wrapped his arms around him.

"Listen, I'm not going anywhere, okay? There will be plenty of time for me to meet your friends." He guided Kaden's head to his chest and tightened his hold around him.

Ohhhh...

To be held close by a master.

Kaden closed his eyes and inhaled Jake's scent. It was all like a drug. Kaden clung to him, never wanting the feeling to end. Jake slowly backed them towards the wall and pressed his body into Kaden. Kaden fell apart, his knees buckling under him. Jake kept him standing and pressed harder as he whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry, babe. I'm not going anywhere. Just be a good boy and do what I tell you, okay? If you're a good boy and follow my rules, maybe I'll claim you soon. Would you like that?"

A claim?

Jake would claim him?

Kaden nodded, his eyes wide with submission and desperation. "Yes. Yes, please."

Jake chuckled and smiled. "Then you need to be a good boy, Kay. You need to follow my rules and do what I tell you. Prove to me that I should claim you."

Kaden nodded.

Yes. He would do anything Jake wanted.

Absolutely anything.

It was 5:00 am Saturday morning and Kurt and Blaine were in bed. Blaine snuggled deeper into the warm cocoon of Kurt's body. Blaine was lying on top of Kurt who had his long legs and arms wrapped tightly around Blaine's body while Blaine's head rested on Kurt's chest. Kurt was gently pressing Blaine's purr spot causing Blaine to purr loudly, his entire body softly vibrating.

Nurturing time.

Designed to instill deep comfort within a slave, nurturing time was a non-sexual way of deepening a slave's submission and tightening the master-slave bond. According to the articles Kurt had read on slave care, he was only supposed to do this for one hour, twice a month.

He did it for one hour, twice a week or more.

He loved holding Blaine and listening to him purr and sigh contentedly. It also helped maintain the careful balance Kurt had created between helping Blaine grow stronger, yet remain completely submissive to him. Blaine would never be able to completely abandon his submissiveness, but Kurt was determined to keep him strong enough not to drown within it.

Except for him, of course.

Blaine whined when Kurt finally untangled their bodies, but his whines quickly turned to moans when Kurt rolled them over and nudged Blaine's legs apart. Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes as he pressed forward and slowly slid inside Blaine's ass. They never broke eye contact as Kurt slowly stroked in and out. They came quietly with soft groans and tiny cries of pleasure. Blaine returned to the warm cocoon of Kurt's arms and they lay in silence for awhile.

"What would have happened to me if you had never come to Dalton?"

"I would have found you...eventually."

"Really, sir? You really think so?"

"Absolutely."

"You sound so sure."

"Because I am. I would have found you."

Blaine smiled. Okay. That was good enough for him. If Kurt said it, it must be true.

"How much longer can we stay in bed?"

Kurt glanced at the clock. "We have a few hours. Wes and Carmen won't be here until 11:00 am."

Wes and his slave Carmen were coming for a visit. Wes attended the University of Chicago and enjoyed himself so much, he decided to make Chicago his permanent home. He met Carmen on his very first day of class. She was beautiful with skin the same complexion as Wes, and long thick black hair. She reminded Kurt of Santana but with a far sweeter disposition. At her parent's request, Wes waited until they both graduated before claiming her which meant four years of waiting to have sex. Kurt was in awe of Wes's control. He was sure a lesser man would have cracked.

The four had a great time, laughing and catching up over lunch. Wes was especially amazed by Blaine. It had been a few years since he'd seen him. He was shocked by the change. Gone was the frightened slave he used to protect, replaced by a slightly taller, strong young man who didn't appear scared of anyone.

While Blaine and Carmen cleaned up, Kurt and Wes hung out in the Broadway Room.

"I can't get over Blaine. What have you been doing to him?"

Kurt smiled with pride. "Whatever do you mean?"

"He's so...strong...confident...alive. He looks the way he used to on stage, except now it's a permanent condition. He looks great, Kurt. You're obviously good for him. Good to him. Hell, you're incredible."

Kurt's smile widened. He was proud of Blaine and of himself. He took pride in being a good master, but more than that, he was proud of their relationship. Their love was as strong as their master-slave bond and the love meant more to Kurt than anything else. He craved Blaine's submission and the control he exerted over him, but more than anything he loved their love.

"Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."

"Well it's true. I'm so glad Blaine is with you. I was really scared his mom would give him to Sebastian or some other rich asshole all in the name of good business."

Sebastian.

Kurt hadn't thought about Sebastian in years.

"Whatever happened to him?"

"According to the rumor mill..." Wes lowered his voice, "he raped a few slaves. I mean, sure they probably agreed to the sex, but you know how that works. Of course they agreed. They thought they were going to be claimed. Naturally his father wrote a check to make the accusations disappear. Last I heard, he moved to Paris and finally claimed someone."

Kurt looked disgusted. "Good. It's nice to know he's not on American soil, but I feel sorry for the French."

Wes laughed. "Hey, listen. I wanted to ask you something. Actually, for something." Wes's expression suddenly turned sheepish.

"Um...well, it's kinda early to be bringing this up, but...well...um...you see...we...uh...well, Carmen and I...um..."

Kurt was amused. Wes was always so sure of himself and in full control. He'd never seen this nervous, slightly embarrassed Wes.

"Um..Carmen and I...we're...well, we've decided to try and have a baby."

Kurt squealed. "Oh! Wes! That's wonderful!"

Wes blushed. "Yeah, well...we'll see. I mean, we just started so it might be awhile. I don't know, but...I wanted to know if you and Blaine would be the baby's Godparents along with David. Three Godfathers. If we have a girl, she's going to kill me for this."

Kurt's eyes welled up with tears. "Oh, Wes. Yes. Yes, of course. We would be so honored."

Wes nodded. "Okay. Like I said, we're kinda putting the cart before the horse, but we wanted you to know and we wanted to know if you were in, if and when it happens."

Kurt clapped his hands and bounced on his toes. "Absolutely. We are totally in. This will be the best dressed, most stylish baby ever."

The four spent the rest of the day shopping and exploring the city. That evening, Rachel and Finn, Chandler and Seth joined them for a night of dinner and dancing. Blaine tried calling Kaden a few times to invite him and Jake to join them, but Kaden never answered and didn't return Blaine's voice message.

Kurt walked into rehearsal on Monday determined to move into act two. They had several months until the show was scheduled to open, but Kurt was feeling antsy. He was sick of going over the same lines, plus he wanted to move on to full rehearsals with the choreography. Brad needed to get his act together.

Kurt said good morning to everyone, put down his bag and started doing a few relaxation stretches.

Kevin the director came over. "Hey Kurt. I need to talk to you for a minute."

Kurt sighed and prepared himself for more script changes.

"How many pages?"

"Huh?"

"How many pages are we changing?"

"Oh, no, no. No script changes. This is about Blaine."

Kurt's entire demeanor and body stance changed. Kevin laughed as he watched the transformation into Protective Dom Master Kurt.

"Relax. This is good news. A friend of mine is consulting on the show with that talented nightmare friend of yours, Rachel Berry. He heard the song Blaine wrote and was wondering if he could have your permission to see if Blaine would like to help write an entire musical from scratch. He's already started on the book, but he's only one or two scenes in. He'd love to have a writing partner."

Kurt practically jumped for joy. A musical from scratch? An entire show? Blaine would love this.

"He was worried about Blaine being a slave, but I told him that you were really great about letting him work and stuff. If it's okay with you, and assuming they hit it off, he'd love to work with him. What do you think?"

"I think I forgive you for casting Brad opposite me. This...this is amazing, Kevin! Blaine will love this. It's his dream to write a full musical. Thank you!"

"Don't thank me, I'm just making the connection. His name is Rick Daniels. I'll text you his information and the two of you can set up a meeting."

Kurt was so thrilled that he was extra patient with Brad and they actually made it through all of act one with no mistakes. Kevin was delighted.

"See, Kurt? He's not bad, I just think you intimidate him. The nicer you are, the better he performs."

"How can he be intimidated by me after all this time? I'm not that scary."

"Sure you aren't. You have no idea what your facial expressions can do to a person. They're like knives."

Kurt arched and eyebrow and made a fierce face. Kevin laughed.

"That's what I'm talking about."

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"Seriously? An entire show? From scratch? With my music?"

Blaine was staring at Kurt, his eyes full of excitement.

"Yes, an entire show. Naturally you two need to meet first and make sure you click, but assuming you hit it off, he'd like to work with you."

Blaine closed his eyes. An entire show with music by him. He'd always dreamed of this. His head was full of melodies and lyrics in search of a good story. This would be fantastic.

He jumped up and threw his arms around Kurt's neck sending him backwards.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Kurt laughed. "Okay, okay. You're welcome, but Blaine, you have to meet him first. You guys might not get along." Kurt knew there was slim chance of that happening. Blaine was too sweet and nice for someone not to like him. This made Kurt think of something else. Assuming Rick was a master, did he have a slave? Was he gay? Kurt would have to check on that, especially if he and Blaine would be spending a lot of time together alone.

Sebastian fidgeted in his chair. He hated visits by his parents. Why the hell did they have to come check on him anyway? He was an adult, not a teenager. He was sure he knew why they were there and as far as he was concerned, it was none of their business.

His father wasted no time.

"All right. Will you please explain to me what the hell happened to Tristan?"

Sebastian shrugged. "We just weren't happy."

"What do you mean, we just weren't happy? He's a slave. Of course he was happy, and he was good for you."

Anna joined in. "And so beautiful, too. That beautiful hair and smooth, brown skin. You two made a lovely couple."

"Fine. I wasn't happy. I didn't want him anymore."

Michael shook his head. "Oh, nice. That's just fucking great. You got bored so you decided to get rid of a loyal, perfectly good slave who adored you. I just don't get it, Sebastian. For every two steps you take towards maturity in business, you take three steps back in your personal life. Well consider this your warning. You start screwing around with slaves again, I will not protect you. Do you hear me? I mean it. You're on your own when it comes to the repercussions of your asinine behavior. You start rap...fooling around with slaves again, I will let the Ministry have you and I mean it."

Sebastian scowled. "Why are you yelling at me? I haven't done anything wrong!"

"And you've barely done anything right! I thought you were finally getting your act together. Your work has been very good. Excellent actually, but you need to settle down. You need to claim a slave and settle down. For good. It's time for you to grow up."

Anna took his hand. "Darling, is there someone else? Another slave you want to claim? Is that why you ended things with Tristan?"

Sebastian looked between his parents.

"As a matter of fact...there is someone else."

Victoria watched Michael looking over the documents. She was highly annoyed because it was totally unnecessary. The documents had been sent to his lawyers over a month ago. Everything had been studied, scrutinized and calculated to the final penny. Today's meeting was simply a courtesy.

"Well, Victoria, you continue to be one of the brightest business minds of our generation. This is a hell of an expansion you've planned."

"Thank you. I appreciate your helping to make it all happen. Are you sure you don't want me to repay you? I'll be happy to once the project is settled."

Michael waved away her comment and stood up to fix a drink. "Not necessary. I'm happy to help a friend. Drink?"

"Yes, whatever you're having is fine. I appreciate your generosity."

Michael handed her a glass and watched as she took a sip. As a master, he felt absolutely no sexual attraction to Victoria, but he definitely appreciated her beauty. Olive skin, high cheek bones, thick black hair and a perfect figure. Too bad she wasn't a slave. It would be nice to feel something for her sexually. And act on it.

"Tell me, how's your son?"

"Cooper is wonderful. He's done an outstanding job in Michigan and I plan to put him in charge of the European operation as soon as things are settled."

"Actually, I was asking about Blaine."

Victoria blinked. She almost said, who? "Blaine? I suppose he's fine. He's somewhere in New York with his master."

"Is he happy?"

"I really couldn't say."

Michael sat down on the loveseat and patted the spot next to him. Victoria sat.

"I haven't signed off on the transfer of funds yet."

Victoria narrowed her eyes. "You haven't?"

"No. There's one final thing I'd like to discuss as part of our deal."

Kurt ran his eyes up and down Rick Daniels and tried to hide his horror at the man's outfit. Green pants, a bright red shirt, a purple and white polka-dot ascot and a blue baseball hat. No. This man was not gay. Couldn't be.

"Kurt, Blaine, a pleasure to meet you. Especially you, Blaine. You're a hell of a lyricist."

"Thanks." Blaine grinned, his eyes bright and happy. He'd been bouncing off the walls all morning in anticipation of the meeting. Kurt had threatened to lock him in his cage if he didn't calm down, but he was actually just as excited. He'd promised himself back in high school that he would never stifle Blaine's talent or creativity. This opportunity made Kurt feel like he was fully completing that promise.

"All right, let me tell you the story. Well the story so far."

Rick launched into his idea for a coming-of-age story about a boy he was calling John for now, who falls for a beautiful girl who gets kidnapped by an evil prince. The story would be the adventures John has while searching for the girl. Kurt thought it sounded more like a movie than a musical, but he kept his thoughts to himself and listened as Blaine and Rick started excitedly bouncing thoughts and ideas off of each other. Their enthusiasm was infectious and soon Kurt was laughing and throwing in the occasional suggestion, much to Blaine's delight. Why hadn't he and Kurt ever thought to write a show together?

The three did not notice the pale man with greasy black hair watching them.

Blaine excused himself to use the restroom. As he stood at a urinal, the pale man entered the bathroom. He stood in front of a urinal, two down from Blaine. He glanced over as Blaine finished and zipped his pants.

"A collar and bracelets. A bit paranoid."

Blaine looked at him. Yes, some considered it overkill, but Kurt felt they were necessary given Blaine's deep submissiveness at the time of his claiming. While Blaine was much stronger now, neither saw a reason to remove the bracelets. Kurt liked having Blaine overly identified as his slave, and the bracelets made Blaine feel safe and owned. He felt loved that his master found him worthy of not just one, but three signs of ownership.

"I prefer to think of it as clarity. I'm clearly claimed and very loved."

"Are you, now? Loved, I mean?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes. "Yes. My master loves me very much."

Blaine washed his hands. The man finished his business and looked at Blaine.

"Well I hope that's truly the case. Slave abuse is a growing problem."

Blaine shook his head. "I'm not abused. I've never been abused." Except by my mother.

The man grinned but it wasn't warm or happy. It was a little frightening.

"Well if you ever are abused, you be sure to tell the Masters Ministry. They'll protect you. Better to tell the Ministry than to run away and be hunted by the trackers."

Blaine quickly moved to the door.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

That was weird.

When he returned to the table, he didn't bother to tell Kurt about his strange encounter in the bathroom. It didn't really matter. Just some random stranger. He dove back into conversation around the musical.

He didn't mention it until that evening.

Kurt thought the entire thing was strange, but he was more concerned that Blaine had waited to tell him.

"You should have told me immediately. I would have confronted him."

"That's why I didn't say anything. It wasn't necessary to confront him. He was just some weird guy."

"Since when do you decide what's necessary?"

Ohhh...

Blaine slowly sank to the floor as Kurt's dominance rippled over and through him.

"I'm your master. I decide what's necessary when it comes to your care. Not you."

"Yes sir."

"Stand, remove your clothes, and then return to your knees."

Blaine quickly removed his clothes and fell to his knees, forehead pressed to the floor. He could hear Kurt opening and closing drawers. With every passing moment, his dick grew harder, his ass wetter and his mind more submissive, begging for punishment.

Blaine flinched, but did not sit up when he felt the tip of the riding crop tickling down his back and in-between his butt cheeks.

"Remain still."

Blaine froze as Kurt continued to trail the crop up and down his back, going a bit lower each time. Blaine held his breath as he waited to feel the tip press against his hole. Kurt dragged it across slowly, teasingly. He did this for several minutes but never entered. Blaine was shaking in anticipation, but suddenly the crop was gone.

"You may rise to your knees."

Blaine rose up and inhaled deeply as he saw the beautiful vision of Kurt before him. Kurt had changed into what Blaine called his cat woman outfit. The vest and pants were black, tight and sexy as hell. The vest accentuated Kurt's beautiful, muscular arms, while the pants showed off his perfect ass and large dick. Blaine couldn't help but stare. Kurt smiled, pleased with Blaine's obvious enjoyment of the outfit. It was one of Kurt's favorites as well.

"Where are your eyes, Blaine?"

Blaine quickly lowered his gaze to the ground.

"How do I look?"

"Beautiful, sir."

"Thank you. Crawl over to the wall."

Blaine crawled to the wall and stopped.

"Stand and assume the position."

Blaine stood up, pressed his back against the wall, and spread his arms and legs into an X. Kurt chained him to the wall.

"It's important that you not fall back into the well of submissiveness you wallowed in for so long, however I can't have you...growing a pair and forgetting your place and my rules."

Blaine swallowed and closed his eyes. His dick grew hard as he prepared for what was coming.

"Why am I punishing you, Blaine?"

"Because I should have told you immediately about the man in the bathroom."

"That's right, my love. You should have told me immediately, but instead you decided to determine the best way for me to take care of you. Not acceptable."

"Yes sir. I'm sorry, sir."

"Do you want to be punished, Blaine? Do you deserve to be punished?"

Blaine's voice cracked with desperation. "Yes, please. Please punish me, master. I submit to you and beg for punishment. Please."

"Very well. As you wish."

Blaine's body trembled as he watched Kurt pick up the ball press. He groaned as Kurt fitted the device over his cock and placed his balls between the two acrylic plates. Kurt smiled wickedly.

"You may not come."

Blaine let his head fall back against the wall and closed his eyes as he struggled to withstand the incredibly painful pleasure Kurt created with each tightening of the screws. Kurt continued tightening the device until Blaine was groaning loudly and breathing hard, sweat running down his face. Kurt locked the screws and dropped to his knees. He wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock and began to stroke.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Blaine."

Blaine opened his eyes and looked down into Kurt's. Kurt's eyes always turned a beautiful dark blue during punishments. Blaine loved the deepness of the color and the fact that he could see both dominance and love swirling within the blue. No matter what, the love was always there.

"Who is your master, Blaine?"

"You are, sir."

"And what does that mean?"

"I must submit myself to you as your obedient slave. I must honor, obey and serve you in complete and total submission."

"And what else?"

"You will care for me and protect me with your life..."

Blaine stopped.

Of course. How could he forget? He definitely deserved to be punished.

Kurt was pleased to see the understanding in Blaine's expression. He nodded.

"Good boy, but you still may not come."

Blaine cried out as Kurt sunk his mouth down on to his throbbing cock. The firm, wet sucks drove Blaine crazy, coupled with the punishing torture to his balls. He screamed and pulled at the chains as his orgasm threatened to erupt at any second.

Kurt sucked harder when Blaine started begging.

"Please, sir! Please! Oh...shit...please...please let me come! Please!"

Kurt kept sucking. Blaine screamed. Kurt ignored him.

Kurt kept him strung out for almost an hour, alternating between sucking his cock and just watching him suffer. The suffering was exquisite. Blaine simply looked beyond gorgeous in this state.

Once Blaine was thoroughly wrecked, exhausted and a complete mess of sexual desire, submission and pain, Kurt whispered the magic words.

"You may come, my love."

Blaine screamed. Kurt stood back and watched his disintegration. He removed the press and unchained Blaine from the wall, catching him as he fell. Kurt helped him to his cage, settled him inside, locked the door and set the timer.

As Blaine slept, Kurt moisturized and thought about Blaine's encounter. Surely it didn't mean anything. People were often surprised to see a slave with a collar and bracelets. Many masters chose the cheapest collar they could find, much less invest in a collar and bracelets. Kurt smiled. Blaine was special. Unique. A beautifully submissive and talented man. He deserved a beautiful, custom designed collar, and bracelets, and maybe ankle shackles...

Kurt giggled to himself. Really, Kurt? Honestly.

Before climbing into bed, he checked on Blaine. He was sleeping soundly, his body relaxed and peaceful, his lips slightly parted. Kurt sighed at how beautiful he looked.

"I love you. I love you more than anything and I will always protect you, my love. Just let me protect you."

"But I don't understand. Why do you want me to do this?"

Kaden was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, trying to understand what Jake was asking him to do.

"Because babe, there's a lot of money at stake. We do this and we will get paid."

"I don't wanna get paid. I just wanna be with you."

"And I want to be with you too, but I want to be with you in style. After all you've been through you deserve the best."

Kaden slid off the bed and gave Jake a sexy smile. "You are the best, Jake. You're all I want. You're all I need. I don't need money to be happy. I just want you."

"That's sweet, babe, but you deserve more than just me."

"You're better than I could have ever dreamed of. You're all I need."

Jake's eyes turned cold. "I want you to do this."

The coldness sent shivers down Kaden's spine. He lowered his eyes to the floor.

"But...you're asking me to lie. What you want me to say isn't true."

"Who cares? You don't have to worry about that. Just think of the money."

"But what about..."

Jake's voice turned as cold as his eyes and filled with dominance. "If you want me to claim you, then you need to do this. You need to obey me."

Kaden fell to his knees, his voice a whisper. "I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry." What was he doing? He was going to ruin the first good thing to happen to him in years.

Jake stared down at him as he unzipped his pants.

"It's all right, Kay. You may apologize with your mouth."