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Nov. 23, 2012, 4:03 p.m.


I'll Never Let You Go: Chapter 7


E - Words: 7,266 - Last Updated: Nov 23, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 19/19 - Created: Jun 30, 2012 - Updated: Nov 23, 2012
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Author's Notes: Investigations are frightening.Especially when you don't know what they're searching for.Even worse when you're innocent.Still don't own Glee. If I did, I would have given far better answers at Comic Con 2012.

 

Chapter 7

Blaine and Rick turned out to be a great team. Within one month they had a significant portion of the story written along with three songs. Rick would come up with witty dialogue, and Blaine would immediately answer back with a clever song lyric. The only problem they foresaw was having too many songs. Rick loved everything Blaine created. Choosing what to cut was going to be hard.

They did most of their work at Kurt and Blaine's place which made Kurt very happy. He liked having Blaine safe at home versus Rick's place or even the studio. Despite dismissing it as simply a strange event that was par for the course when living in New York City, a tiny part of Kurt remained unnerved about Blaine's bathroom encounter. His protective side couldn't help but join forces with his paranoid side, creating a tiny bubble of worry that wouldn't go away.

Blaine didn't mind staying home, but he was concerned about Kaden. During Blaine's final week at the studio, Kaden had returned to his quiet, nervous self after months of being happy and talkative about Jake. Blaine worried about the sudden change.

"Is everything okay? He's not...doing things to you, is he?"

Kaden shook his head.

"I know you've been hoping to meet someone, but if this guy is mistreating you or making you...you know...serve him before claiming you, you don't have to put up with that. You can tell him no, Kaden. Don't let him use you just because you're lonely."

Kaden stared at the sound mixing board. "Everything's fine, Blaine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt. If you need help getting rid of him, I'm sure Kurt would be willing to..."

"Blaine! It's fine! Everything's fine! I'm not stupid, okay? Now can we just finish this? You leave at the end of the week and I'd like to have things finished."

"Okay. Sorry. I was just trying to help."

Kaden glanced at him and then looked away quickly. He didn't say anything.

That evening Blaine told Kurt about the conversation.

"Do you really think something's wrong? Should I do something?"

"I don't know. I didn't like the guy the first time I met him, and Kaden's so desperate, I'm worried he'll allow himself to be abused again."

But the next day Kaden arrived at the studio, happy and chatty. He apologized for the day before.

"I'm sorry. I think I'm just jealous and disappointed that you're leaving. I like working with you."

"We can still see each other and hang out. You know, we still haven't met up for dinner with you and Jake so Kurt and I can meet him. Maybe we can do that this weekend."

Kaden turned away and busied himself on his computer.

"Yeah, sure. Maybe this weekend."


Trouble arrived in May.

Kurt arrived at rehearsal Tuesday morning to find Kevin anxiously waiting for him.

"I need to talk to you."

Kurt groaned. "Oh come on, Kevin. Not more script changes. Look, you really need to have more confidence in the material. You did a great job tightening..."

Kevin grabbed his arm and dragged him into the hallway.

"This isn't about the script."

"What's going on?"

Kevin looked around and up and down the hallway before lowering his head and voice.

"Is everything okay with you and Blaine?"

"Of course, why?"

Kevin looked around again before continuing. "An investigator from the Masters Ministry showed up at my place last night. He questioned me about you."

"A what? An investigator? Why? What kind of questions?"

"When was the last time I saw Blaine? How did he look? Do you feed him? He even asked...he asked me if you were abusive. Do you beat him, starve him, have I ever seen him with a black eye?"

Shock, anger and fear filled Kurt's mind all at the same time.

"What? Why? Why would the ministry just show up like that? Do they do that? I didn't even know they did that! Why would they do that? Why are they investigating me?"

Kevin shook his head. "I don't know. Naturally I asked why he was asking all these questions, but you know how the Ministry is. They're secretive and creepy. He wouldn't tell me anything. Just said that as a master I was required to answer truthfully. Of course I told him that you are a wonderful master and that you love Blaine more than anything. I told him it wasn't in your nature to be abusive. That you couldn't be abusive, and certainly not towards Blaine."

Kurt took a deep breath. Panicking was not the answer. Perhaps it was just a routine, random check. The ministry did that sometimes. Didn't they?

Established in 1901, The Masters Ministry is dedicated to promoting, protecting and strengthening the loving relationship between master and slave. It serves as the governing body for all master/slave relationships, and seeks to provide guidance and corrective training for both masters and slaves, with special emphasis on the protection of the slave population.

Or so they claimed.

In reality, the Masters Ministry was a dark and frightening organization that handed out justice in a most uneven and unpredictable manner. While they claimed to take their role as protectors of slaves seriously, it was no secret that bribery ran rampant. For the right price, a master brought up on charges of slave abuse could walk away with just a warning. At the same time, the ministry relished the opportunity to provide "guidance and corrective training to masters and slaves." Guidance and corrective training were code words for torture and punishment. It was better for a master to be sued in court than face being reported to the Ministry. And despite their claims of "emphasis on protection of the slave population," the Ministry Hunt Teams, commonly referred to as trackers, were notorious for their abusive methods. They hunted down and captured runaway slaves, but then kept them for a month of "corrective training" before turning them over to the ministry.

"Listen, Kurt. I'm sure everything's fine. Everyone knows you and Blaine are awesome together. It was probably just some random thing."

Kurt nodded. Yes. Random. Sure. That's all it was.

Until it wasn't.


Two days later Kurt received a panicked call from Rachel.

"Kurt, someone from the Ministry was here! He just left! Oh, my God! He was scary and weird. I had to lock Finn in his cage, he was so upset. He was asking all these questions about you and Blaine. He wanted to know if you were a good master and how you treat him. He even asked me if you were abusive! I couldn't believe it! I told him you were the most loving, amazing, attentive master ever. Well, besides me of course, and that you would never, ever abuse Blaine. What's going on? Why is the Ministry investigating you? Wait...you didn't do something...did you?"

"No! Rachel, how could you ask that?"

"I know! I know! Of course you didn't! It just seems strange that they would send someone to ask questions. Wait...Oh. My. God. What if they were really here to spy on me? What if they used investigating you to really get in here to check on Finn? You know, I have enemies, Kurt. Actresses who are upset that I'm more talented than they are and beat them out for great roles. What if this was all a ruse to investigate me!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Only Rachel could turn something like this around to be all about her. Kurt didn't want to tell her about the visit Kevin received, but he had to calm her down.

"Rachel, the Ministry doesn't need a disguise to visit you to check on Finn. They can just barge in."

Shit.

He hadn't thought about that before. He glanced at the door.

"Look, I don't know what's going on, but I don't want Blaine to know about this. Make sure you tell Finn to keep his mouth shut. I don't know what's going on and I don't want Blaine worried."

"Of course. Maybe it's just a random thing."

A random thing.

First Kevin, now Rachel.

Random?

"Yeah, maybe. Thanks for letting me know, Rachel. I gotta go." Kurt hung up.

His heart was beating too fast, his head hurt and his stomach felt sick. He was scared and embarrassed that his friends were being questioned as if he were a criminal. Who else would they visit, and more importantly, why? Why was this happening?

Kurt sat in the kitchen and allowed himself 15 minutes to stew in his panic and fear before pulling himself together. He did not want Blaine to sense that something was wrong. He calmed himself down and dug into his command. Everything was fine. Everything would be fine. There was nothing to worry about.

He walked into the living room and looked at Blaine sitting on the couch, scribbling in his music book. He looked up at Kurt and smiled.

"Yes sir?"

Dammit.

Why? Why did Blaine have to look so submissive and sexy, and beautiful, and simply...perfect?

Kurt felt the urge to cry. He blinked hard. Blaine frowned and slid off the couch. He crawled over to Kurt and kneeled in front of him.

"Sir...what's wrong?"

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head. No. No. No. No. Stop it. Don't cry. You can't cry. You'll upset Blaine. Dom up and control yourself. Be the master that you are. Kurt took a deep breath.

"Nothing. I just...I just love you so much. You make me happy. So damn happy. Are...are you happy, Blaine? Do I make you happy?"

Blaine looked shocked at the question. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's legs and looked up at him.

"Yes sir. You make me more than happy. I can't describe how you make me feel. You are everything to me. Serving you gives me so much joy and happiness and just...everything. I love you...Kurt. I love you."

Kurt closed his eyes and unzipped his pants. He took out his cock and pressed it to Blaine's lips. Blaine took it into his mouth and sucked hungrily, eager to show Kurt just how much he loved him and loved serving him.

Kurt didn't allow himself to come. Instead he pulled out after a few minutes and pulled Blaine to his feet. He pressed their mouths together, kissing him with passionate need. He backed them towards the bedroom, discarding clothes along the way. He pushed Blaine down on the bed and entered him quickly. Blaine hissed and dug his nails into the bed as Kurt slid in and out at a slow and rhythmic pace. It made his toes curl and his insides buzz. He pushed his hips up to meet every single thrust, taking Kurt's cock in as deep as possible. Together they reached a strong, shuddering orgasm. Kurt didn't pull out. Instead he pressed his body into Blaine's and was rewarded with a deep moan and a tightening of Blaine's arms and legs around him. Kurt kept pressing, enjoying the sound of Blaine's submission and the feel of their bond. The more Kurt pressed, the more Blaine moaned and murmured, "Oh, master...I submit to you. I'm yours. Own me. Control me. I'm yours. I'm yours..."

Kurt kissed and sucked at his neck, leaving deep red marks. "Yes. Mine. All mine. I own you. Forever. You are mine forever." He whispered the words against Blaine's skin, determined they would remain true.

As Blaine drifted off to sleep underneath him, Kurt started to worry again. Why was the ministry investigating him? What or who provoked the investigation? What if they came to take...

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut.

No.

He couldn't think about that. Wouldn't think about that.

That could never happen.

Never.

Never ever.


A week later, Kurt's phone rang in the middle of rehearsal. He usually ignored it unless it was Blaine's ring, but this time he grabbed it, giving Kevin and the rest of the cast an apologetic look. It was Chandler.

"Hey."

"Hey. What are you and Blaine doing tonight?"

"Nothing special. Why?"

"Come over tonight. I'll cook dinner."

Kurt was quiet. Chandler's voice sounded off. Too tense and serious. He closed his eyes and gripped the phone tightly. Somehow he knew. He just knew.

"Did someone from the ministry..."

Chandler cut him off. "Yes, but I don't want you to panic in the middle of rehearsal. You need to concentrate. Don't worry about it, just come over for dinner tonight."

Kurt tried to stay calm, but his heart was racing.

"Kurt? Kurt, stop worrying and don't stress. It's going to be okay. Just come over tonight and we'll talk. Now go back to rehearsal. Focus on the show."

Kurt nodded despite being on the phone.

"Kurt?"

"Okay. Yes. Okay."

Kurt hung up and walked to the bathroom.

He didn't want to admit it. Had been denying it in his mind for days. But now he couldn't avoid it.

This wasn't random. This was deliberate.

The Ministry was after him.

K&B&K&B

Kurt was grateful for Blaine's constant chatter over dinner. He was excited to tell Chandler and Seth all about the musical and all the songs he and Rick were working on. Blaine's chatter made it possible for Kurt to remain quiet. Chandler watched Kurt watching Blaine. Kurt's eyes were filled with love, but Chandler could see the stress Kurt was trying to hide from Blaine, leaking around the corners of his eyes.

Once dinner was over, Chandler sent Blaine and Seth to the living room while he and Kurt went to the bedroom. They sat down on the bed.

"Okay, let's talk this through. First, I assume Blaine doesn't know?"

"No, and I don't want him to know so don't mention it to Seth."

"Okay. How many other people have they visited?"

"As far as I know only Kevin and Rachel. If they've visited others, I haven't heard about it."

Chandler nodded. "I'm assuming they asked them the same questions they asked me: when did I last see Blaine, how do you treat him, are you abusive...do you give him to others?"

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "What? Do I give him to others? I...they...they didn't ask Kevin or Rachel that, unless they just didn't tell me...oh, God..."

Kurt put his face in his hands. "Why? Why are they doing this? Is it possible this is random? Just a general checkup or something?"

Chandler shook his head. "No. The Ministry isn't proactive like that. They really should be, given the abuse you hear about, but they aren't. Have you told your dad?"

Kurt shook his head. He had thought about calling him, but he didn't want him to worry. Plus, the more people who knew what was going on, the more real and scary the entire thing felt.

"I think you should tell him. He might be able to use his influence to find out what's going on."

"No, I don't want him to do that. I don't want him in the middle of this...whatever this is. I was thinking that maybe I would contact the Ministry and see if they would tell me what they're looking for. I don't have anything to hide. I wish they would just come to me instead of harassing my friends."

"The Ministry doesn't work that way. You're guilty until proven innocent."

"So what am I supposed to do? Just wait for them to show up and try to take Blaine?" His stomach lurched and his chest tightened. "This isn't fair! I haven't done anything wrong! I love him! I take care of him! I would never abuse Blaine! Never!"

Chandler placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I know that, Kurt. Your friends know that. You have plenty of people who will vouch for you, and more importantly, all they have to do is look at Blaine. He's a healthy, happy, strong, yet submissive slave. It's obvious you don't abuse him. If anything, you spoil him. Just let the investigation run its course. It will all be fine."

Kurt exhaled and nodded. Chandler was right. Whatever the Ministry was looking for, they wouldn't find it.

Everything would be fine.

It had to be.

S&B&S&B

In the living room, Blaine and Seth were laughing and making up silly lyrics for the musical. Blaine actually jotted down a few that might work for real songs. He promised to give Seth credit if he used them.

His cell phone rang.

"Hey, Wes! Hi!"

"Hi Blaine. How are you? Can you talk?"

"I'm good. Yeah, now's fine. Just fooling around with my Seth. You remember him. He's Chandler's..."

Wes cut him off. "Where's Kurt?"

"He's talking to Chandler in the bedroom. Do you want me to go..."

"No. Blaine...is everything okay?"

Blaine frowned. Wes sounded strange.

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"Um...you and Kurt...you're good, right?"

"Yeah, were great. Wes...what's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine. I um...just wanted to talk to you. What have you been up to?"

Blaine started telling Wes about the musical he was working on.

Wes listened very, very carefully. For clues.

"Okay, listen. You know you can call me if you need to, right? I mean...if you ever need...I don't know...help or something."

Blaine was confused. "Well...yeah, but why would I ever need to call you? Kurt takes care of me. Wes...what's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just being nostalgic. Thinking about back in high school when you needed me I guess."

"Ugh. Don't get nostalgic about that. High school was a nightmare."

"Hey, not all of it. We had some outstanding Warbler performances."

Blaine laughed. "Yeah. Especially the nursing home ones."

Wes laughed and relaxed. Blaine sounded good. Things in New York were fine.

Wes wrapped up the conversation and hung up. Carmen looked at him expectantly.

"Well?"

"He sounds good. It doesn't sound like anything's going on. Every few years the Ministry likes to pretend its dedicated to its mission. Maybe it was just a random check up."

Carmen smiled. "Of course it was. You worry too much, but that's why I love you. You're a good man and a great friend. Now master, come make me pregnant."

Wes inhaled as Carmen dropped her dress to the floor.

How the hell had he made it through those four years?


Over the next three weeks, five more people familiar with Kurt and Blaine were visited. Their upstairs neighbor, Jennifer, three cast members, and the owner of the studio. Kurt managed to keep it all secret from Blaine.

Until an investigator showed up at Rick's home.

Rick hadn't known Kurt and Blaine long, and he certainly didn't think Blaine was abused, but he didn't feel an obligation to call Kurt. His relationship was with Blaine, not Kurt. They'd developed a great working partnership and had also become friends. If there was trouble, his allegiance was to Blaine.

He arrived at Kurt and Blaine's place at 9:00 am the next morning.

"Hi! Come on in! I was working on the flower field number last night, and I think I figured out a great song to end act two. Listen."

Rick watched Blaine closely as he hurried to the piano and began playing and singing. No way this kid was being abused, but...you never know. Masters are powerful. The control they hold over their slaves is powerful. Kurt was extremely strong and dominate. Maybe there was abuse in his past.

Rick waited until Blaine finished.

"So?"

"Uh, it's great. Really great, but I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure. What's up?"

Rick suddenly felt nervous and a little guilty. As a master, he knew he should really be talking to Kurt. But if Blaine was being abused...

"Someone came to see me last night."

Blaine looked at him blankly. "Okay, who?"

"An investigator. A Ministry investigator."

"The Masters Ministry? But why? You don't have a slave."

"They...he wanted to know about you. About you and Kurt."

"Huh?"

"He wanted to know if..." Rick trailed off. It occurred to him that he had no plan for the off chance that Blaine confessed to being abused. If Blaine confided in him, what was he going to do? What was he prepared to do?

"Blaine...how does Kurt treat you?"

"He treats me great. He's wonderful to me. He loves me. What's going on?"

"Um...if Kurt was...if he ever...um...shit. I don't know how to say this."

Blaine was getting annoyed. Why was Rick asking about Kurt?

"Just say it. What?"

"Has Kurt ever abused you?"

Blaine was shocked. "Wh-what?"

"The investigator from the Ministry wanted to know if you were being abused. I told him I didn't think so, but I haven't known you or Kurt for that long and..."

"Of course not! Kurt doesn't abuse me! He loves me! How could you...how could anyone ever think that! What the hell..."

"Calm down. I made it clear that I didn't think you were being abused, but why is the Ministry investigating Kurt?"

"I don't know!" Blaine was angry and scared. Why was the Ministry asking questions about Kurt?

The two sat in tense silence for several minutes. Rick could feel Blaine's anger and see the fear in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I had to ask. I mean, think about it. Some guy from the Ministry suddenly shows up at my door, asking questions about a master I haven't even known that long? I think Kurt's a great guy, but...you never know."

Blaine shot him a piercing, hate-filled look. How could anyone, even someone who hadn't known him long, think Kurt was abusive? Kurt was the best master in the world. In the entire fucking universe.

"Do you want to work today?"

Blaine shook his head. He didn't trust Rick anymore.

"Well do you wanna just hang out? We could watch a movie or go to the music store or..."

"Why don't you just leave?"

Rick's face fell. "Blaine, I'm sorry! I didn't...I just wanted to make sure you were okay. If Kurt was abusing..."

"Kurt doesn't abuse me! Stop saying that!"

"I know! I know! I believe you, but I had to ask! Not all slaves are as fortunate as you, Blaine. There are some horrible masters out there. There are slaves trapped in terrible situations. You should be glad someone gives a shit! It's good the Ministry exists. They protect slaves."

Blaine snorted. "You really believe that? Please. The ministry protects slaves, unless there's a rich master involved." Sebastian briefly floated through Blaine's mind. He quickly shook the thought away.

"Look, why don't you just go home? I'm tired. We'll work tomorrow."

Rick was hurt and a little scared. He hadn't meant to upset him. He didn't want to ruin their friendship or partnership.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I thought you would want to know. Kurt should know too."

Blaine sighed. He was getting angry at the wrong person. "Yeah, I know. Thanks for telling me. I'm sorry. It's just...Kurt means everything to me. He's more than my master. He's my...he's my everything. I don't know what would have happened to me if it weren't for him. I'm the slave I am today because of him. Because of his love and care for me. To hear someone accuse him or even suggest that he hurts me...it really pisses me off. "

Rick nodded. "I understand."

Blaine stood up. "I'm gonna go see Kurt. He should know about this."

K&B&K&B

Once Rick left, Blaine started really worrying. Why was the ministry investigating Kurt? What did it mean? What could it lead to? He needed to tell Kurt. Kurt would know what it meant and what to do.

Blaine arrived at the theater in time to see Kurt finishing one of his musical numbers. His heart swelled with pride as he watched Kurt dance across the stage, belting out a song with flawless pitch and incredible sound as he held the final note a full 20 seconds. Blaine had to restrain himself from applauding and cheering.

Then Kurt transformed before his eyes.

The moment Kevin yelled cut, Kurt's shoulders sagged. He walked over to a trunk on stage and sat down heavily. His expression was tired and tense. His body looked worn down and stressed.

Blaine frowned. What was going on? Brad couldn't be that bad. He walked down the aisle towards the stage. Sensing his presence, Kurt looked up.

"Blaine!" Kurt quickly stood up and hurried towards him.

"What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

"Yes sir. Well...not exactly. I'm not sure. Can you take a break?"

"Of course." Kurt caught Kevin's eye. Kevin nodded and Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him out of the theater and down the hall to an empty office. He closed the door and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. Blaine hugged him back just as tight. They stayed like this for several minutes, neither wanting to break the embrace. Kurt finally took charge.

"Why are you here? What's wrong?"

Kurt listened as Blaine told him about the investigator visiting Rick. Dammit. He was ticked with Rick for telling Blaine. He really should have called Kurt, but he understood Rick's thinking. Blaine was his friend, not Kurt.

"What does this mean? Why would the Ministry send someone to ask questions about you?"

Kurt struggled. The protective master in him wanted to keep Blaine safe and blissfully unaware of the danger that might be headed their way, but he didn't want to lie to him. He never lied to Blaine. Keeping things secret for this long was probably a bad idea.

"Because...because apparently I'm under investigation."

"What?"

"I'm...this wasn't...Rick wasn't the first visit. There have others. Kevin, Rachel, Chandler, Jennifer from upstairs...they've all received visits. Rick is number nine."

"Nine? Wait? What? How long has this been going on?"

"A little over a month."

"But why? What does this mean? Why are they investigating you? Rick said they think you abuse me. Is that true? Is that what they asked the others? Why would they think that?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't know, Blaine. I don't know. I don't know why this is happening, but I believe everything will be okay. Everyone knows how much I love you and that I don't abuse you. Their fishing and they're not going to catch anything."

Blaine sat down on the desk and stared at the floor.

"When were you going to tell me this was happening?"

Kurt sighed. "I wasn't. I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you scared."

Blaine looked up, his eyes filled with the very worry and fear Kurt had sought to avoid. "Are you scared?"

Kurt pulled Blaine off the desk and placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders. He pushed him up against the wall, pressing their bodies together. Blaine moaned and felt the dominance and control fill him as he listened to his master's voice.

"Everything will be fine, Blaine. You don't have to worry. Nothing is going to happen to us. Nothing. Ever. Never. I would die before I allowed something to happen to you. You are mine. You belong to me. I am your master. You are my slave. Nothing will ever change that. This is all just some type of mistake. A misunderstanding. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

Blaine was so overwhelmed by the feel of Kurt pressed against him, he didn't notice that Kurt didn't answer his question.


Two weeks passed with no more visits. Kurt called Wes to tell him what was going on and Wes guiltily admitted to his phone call to Blaine. Kurt was deeply hurt. Rick he could understand, but Wes?

"After all these years you felt the need to call Blaine and not me?"

"I'm sorry, Kurt. Please don't take it personally. I spent years looking out for Blaine. When that Ministry official showed up, it was like being back in high school. It triggered my protectiveness of him."

"But you know better! You know I would never hurt Blaine! It's been almost seven years! And don't take it personally? How else am I supposed to take it?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't tell Blaine why I was calling. We just chatted."

"Yeah, so you could make sure I wasn't beating the hell out of him."

"Kurt..."

"I get it, Wes. I gotta go. Bye."

Kurt slammed his phone down on the table.

If Wes, the person who had introduced him to Blaine, could harbor a tiny seed of concern after all these years, what would the Ministry think?

Kurt looked over at Blaine who was quietly day dreaming.

While locked in his cage.

Kurt was having paranoia problems.

He didn't leave in the mornings until Rick arrived. Rick stayed with Blaine until Kurt returned. Blaine was not allowed to go out alone. Kurt triple checked the doors at night before they went to sleep. Blaine wore his cock cage at all times, and at night he wore a special nighttime wrist leash tying him to Kurt. When he woke in the morning, he was able to unlock it in order to prepare himself to serve Kurt at 7 am.

And Kurt locked Blaine in his cage more often. It wasn't for punishment. Kurt just felt better knowing Blaine was locked in his cage. A cage with a very strong lock that would be difficult to break open.

Their sex life changed as well.

Kurt's Dom Master mind processed the investigation as a direct challenge to his dominance, control and ownership of Blaine. He felt the need to reassert and reinforce that he was Blaine's master.

By fucking him until he couldn't walk.

Kurt bolted Blaine to the fucking table almost every night. He screwed him hard, filling him with his cum, marking him with his scent. Blaine's body and mind responded by begging for more. Some nights Kurt would screw him and then slide in the inflatable dildo, pumping it until Blaine screamed. Kurt would push and pump it a bit further and then leave him trapped in excruciating, sexual agony while he whispered in his ear.

"I own you, Blaine. You are my slave. Mine. You are my property. I claimed you and you are mine. Do you submit to me, Blaine? To me and me alone?"

"Yes...yes master. I submit to you. Only to you."

"Do you want me to free you from your torture?"

"No! Please master...use me as you wish."

And Kurt did.

Blaine had never felt more owned, used and loved. In addition to all the sex, Kurt stroked, petted, kissed, hugged and nurtured him constantly. They were lulled to sleep every night by Blaine's purring.

But they were living under a cloud of unspoken fear.

Kurt tried calling the Ministry to find out what was going on, but got nowhere. The Ministry does not comment on active investigations.

"So the investigation is still active? Why? Are they going to keep harassing people until they find someone who hates me enough to say I abuse Blaine?"

Kurt, Blaine, Chandler and Seth were at Rachel and Finn's to help Rachel choose a dress for the upcoming Broadway Director's dinner. Kurt had been invited as well, but wasn't planning to go. He was too nervous.

Rachel shook her head. "They will never find someone who hates you that much. Now me on the other hand, I have tons of enemies."

"You don't have enemies, Rachel. You have people who admire your talent but wish you weren't so annoying."

"How am I annoying?"

Chandler laughed. "We could be here all night."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Whatever. How's Blaine dealing with all of this? Is he scared?"

Kurt shook his head. "No. He was at first, but I convinced him that things would be okay. As if I know that. I don't know what's going on, I can't get answers and honestly, I'm terrified and I'm turning into a paranoid nightmare. I keep Blaine locked up all the time and I'm fucking him to death. I nearly broke him in two last night."

Chandler grinned. "I thought he was walking funny."

Kurt shook his head sadly. "At least he can walk tonight. Last night he couldn't." Chandler looked impressed.

Kurt covered his face with his hands. "I just wish I knew why. Why are they after me?"

B&S&F&B&S&F

Blaine, Seth and Finn were in Finn's room. They were supposed be playing God of War, but were instead huddled together discussing the investigation. Finn and Seth were scared.

"What happens now?" asked Seth.

Blaine shook his head. "I don't know. We haven't heard anything. As far as we know, no one else has been visited."

Finn brightened. "Then it's probably over. They didn't find anything so it's over."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't think so. Kurt's not acting like it's over."

Seth grinned. "I noticed you walking funny."

Blaine blushed a little. "He's really been working me over. It's been amazing. It's like he can't get enough of me."

"Good problem to have. Is Kurt scared? I don't think I've ever seen Kurt look scared."

"No, Kurt's not scared. He's just worried and annoyed that they're bothering our friends."

Seth's voice was quiet. "Are you scared?"

Blaine shook his head. "No. Kurt said everything would be okay so I have no reason to be scared, but I am worried about Kurt. This has been really hard on him."

Chandler and Finn looked at each other but said nothing.

Blaine grabbed a controller. "Come on, let's play."


Two more weeks passed without incident. A full month. Kurt began to relax. It was over. They didn't find anything, so it was over. Kurt stopped locking Blaine in his cage and he took a break from mercilessly fucking him every single night. Instead they went back to making love. Warm, soft and sensuous. Passionate kisses with gentle squeezes and touches. Blaine was happy with whatever Kurt wanted to do to him, but he welcomed the change. It was nice to see Kurt calm and peaceful. Plus, Kurt allowed him to top. Blaine loved the feel of Kurt, hot and tight around his cock. It was his turn to fuck away his worry and stress. Kurt screamed, hitting a lovely high note, as Blaine thrust hard and deep into his ass. Kurt felt sorry for the masters who never allowed their slaves to top. They had no idea what they were missing.


Thursday evening.

They were cleaning up the kitchen and trying to decide what to do that weekend.

"We could go to the zoo? We haven't been in awhile."

Kurt wrinkled his nose. "Ugh. Too stinky."

"The zoo is not stinky!"

"What about the elephant house?"

"I like the smell of the elephant house."

"You what? You like the smell? Blaine, are you insane?"

"No, and you don't have to go into the elephant house. Please? I want to see the monkeys."

Kurt sighed. "You are a monkey. A cute, curly haired monkey who likes to jump on furniture."

"I haven't done that since high school."

"I beg your pardon? Have you forgotten about a certain lamp that was broken because someone was dancing around the living room and jumping from the couch to the chair which bumped the table and sent the lamp crashing to the floor?"

Blaine grinned. "But I paid my debt for that. I slept in the cage that night." He gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek. "You're lucky to have your own monkey. You don't have to go to the zoo."

"Exactly."

Blaine frowned. "Wait...that wasn't the point I wanted to make."

Kurt laughed. "Oh, fine. We'll go to the zoo, but I will sit outside while you visit the elephants."

Blaine clapped his hands. "Yaaaayyyy!"

Kurt's laughter was interrupted by the door buzzer. He glanced at the clock.

9:18 pm

Who would be visiting them this late without calling first?

In an instant, the joy from just a moment ago was sucked out of the room and replaced with dread and a slow rising panic.

Kurt walked to the intercom with Blaine following close behind him.

"Yes?"

"Kurt E. Hummel?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Perlson. I'm from the Master's Ministry. I need to speak with you."

Kurt jumped back as if he'd been bitten. Blaine gasped and grabbed Kurt's arm.

No.

No. No. No. No.

Kurt took a deep breath and transformed. His shoulders rolled back, his chest puffed out, his muscles clenched tighter, and his eyes narrowed. As Kurt's full dominant nature rose, Blaine's submission responded. He was on his knees in seconds. Hands folded, eyes on the floor.

The buzzer rang again, loud and insistent.

Kurt stepped forward. "Yes?"

"Mr. Hummel, I need to speak with you. Open the door."

Kurt pressed the entrance button. He unlocked the apartment door and stepped back.

"Stand, Blaine."

Blaine rose to his feet and quickly moved behind Kurt, peeking nervously around him. Kurt clasped Blaine's hand and waited.

A moment later two men appeared in the doorway. The first was short with white blonde hair and steel blue eyes. His skin was a waxy pale color. His lips were thin and blood red giving him a strange and frightening appearance. He wore a black suit with beige tie. On his lapel was a small gold pin of an M with two whips across it in an X. He gave off an air of superiority. And evil.

The second man was one of the largest men either of them had ever seen. He was easily 7 feet tall with muscles bulging from all sides. He had small black eyes and the same waxy pale complexion. His body filled the doorway and provided a menacing backdrop for his much shorter companion.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel?"

Kurt's eyes and voice were ice cold and filled with venom.

"Yes."

"I am Perlson with the Masters Ministry. I need to speak with you regarding sub slave Blaine Victor Anderson."

A minute passed as they stood there, the men obviously waiting for Kurt to invite them in. He didn't.

"I think it would be best to have this conversation inside."

Kurt reluctantly stepped back and allowed the men to enter. The huge man closed the door and stood in front of it, blocking it completely. Perlson sat down in a chair. Kurt stood in the middle of the living room and stared angrily at his unwanted guest. Blaine was glued to him, his nails digging into Kurt's arm.

Perlson looked up at Kurt. "Aren't you going to sit down?"

Kurt crossed his arms. "I prefer to stand."

"I think you should sit."

"No."

Perlson sighed in annoyance. "Very well." He opened a portfolio and took out several papers. "Before we begin, allow me to verify that I'm in the right place. You are Dom Master Kurt Elizabeth Hummel?"

Kurt gave a short nod.

Perlson glanced at Blaine. Kurt slid his arm protectively around Blaine's waist and gently stroked Blaine's purr spot. He didn't purr, but he did relax slightly.

"And this is your sub slave, Blaine Victor Anderson? Son of Victoria and Alex Anderson?"

"Yes. What do you want?" Kurt's voice was angry and annoyed.

Perlson's eyes narrowed and his mouth formed a tense, evil smile. His manner was very formal.

"As I'm sure you're aware, the Masters Ministry is dedicated to promoting healthy relationships between slaves and masters with a laser focus on the protection of slaves. We take our responsibility very seriously and endeavor to..."

Kurt cut him off. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

Perlson ran his eyes up and down Kurt's body in an almost lustful fashion. He looked at Blaine as he spoke.

"I am here to follow up on an abuse claim made against you. We received a credible report that you have been abusing your slave. The Ministry takes slave abuse very seriously. Society cannot prosper and thrive if slaves are mistreated."

Kurt's blood was boiling. "A credible report? From who? I do not abuse Blaine. I have never abused Blaine. I would never abuse Blaine, and whoever made that report is full of shit!"

Perlson's lips tightened into a thin line. He looked at Kurt in disgust. "Nevertheless, all abuse reports are thoroughly investigated."

"That's a lie."

Perlson looked at Blaine in surprise. Slaves didn't usually speak in his presence.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You only investigate if the master can't afford to pay you off."

"I find that statement rude and highly offensive."

"It's also very true."

Kurt smiled in satisfaction at the look of shock on Perlson's face. That's right, asshole. Not only is my slave not abused, he's strong.

Perlson stared uncomfortably at Blaine, but then seemed to remember that he had the upper hand. He wielded the power and control in the room. He smiled once more and looked at Kurt, his expression smug and knowing.

"Let's move on, shall we? I am here to inform you that the investigation has been halted due to a new development."

A chill of fear slid slowly through Kurt's body and infected Blaine. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine's waist, and Blaine moved even closer to Kurt, his body pressed into his side.

"What new development?"

Perlson pulled out several official looking documents.

"While we were conducting our investigation, we received a request for claim nullification, commonly known as a rescind order, from Victoria Ramken Anderson, mother of the sub slave in question. Well naturally, given that you were already under investigation, her request was immediately granted and the investigation halted since the sub slave will no longer be in danger. Sub slave, Blaine Victor Anderson, is to be returned to her care."

No.

No.

No.

Kurt started screaming. "No! You can't do this! She can't do this! Blaine is mine! I claimed him! I followed all the rules and I have never, ever abused him! He's mine!"

Blaine was shaking his head. "I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving and you can't make me! I'm not abused and I'm not leaving!"

Perlson's smug smile turned evil, his tone dripping with false affection. "Oh, don't worry. You don't have to leave tonight. Mr. Hummel, you have one week to prepare your slave for departure. This instruction guide will explain how. I suggest you begin by removing his collar tonight. It will make..."

Kurt lost it. "Get out! Get out of my house! Get out!"

The huge man took a few steps towards Kurt. Perlson held up his hand and stood up.

"No need for all that. I'll leave the instruction guide along with a copy of the rescind order for you to review once you've calmed down and accepted the inevitable. You have one week. You will receive a call letting you know what time he will be picked up by the removal team. And Mr. Hummel, I strongly advise you not to do anything foolish. Denying a rescind order is a punishable offense. Masters who try to deny these orders simply land in prison and the slave is removed anyway. Don't make this harder on your slave than it has to be. Read the instruction book, do as it says, and the removal process will go smoothly."

Kurt was seeing red. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck the Ministry! Fuck Victoria Anderson! You can all go to hell!"

Perslon continued to smile. He walked to the door and then turned back to look at Kurt.

"Hell is the inside of a Ministry prison. I can assure you I won't be going there. You on the other hand..."

They turned and left, slamming the door behind them.

Kurt stood there trembling. His mind was so angry he couldn't think straight, while his chest was tight with panic and fear. He didn't snap out of his trance until he heard Blaine's shaky whisper. His eyes were scared and pleading.

"Pl-please...please don't let them take me. Please...I can't...I-I can't..."

Kurt threw his arms around him. "Of course I'm not letting them take you! You're mine and I'm not giving you up! Never! Never! You're mine! Mine! Mine! Mine "

They stood there holding each other. It was like high school again. Kurt fought back tears as he whispered reassuring words to Blaine, and Blaine clung to him, wanting to believe everything he said. A tiny voice in the back of Kurt's head told him to stop, but he couldn't. Blaine needed to know that he would never just hand him over to his mother. Never.

"I will fight this. I don't know whose telling lies about me, but I will fight this. I will not let your mother get away with this. Now go get ready for bed. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Yes sir."

Kurt checked the locks on the door and made sure all the window curtains were closed. He sat down on the couch and picked up the rescind order.

Rescind order 218-Anderson, Blaine V.

It is hereby ordered that sub slave, Blaine Victor Anderson, be immediately removed from the ownership of Dom Master, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, as requested by Victoria Ramken Anderson (mother), and approved by the Masters Ministry.

This order is issued pursuant to the 8-year Rescind Rule.

Sub slave Blaine Victor Anderson - years claimed: 6 years, 10 months

Reason for Rescind Request: parental privilege*

*Dom Master Hummel is currently under investigation for abuse.

The sub slave will be removed 7 days from notification of nullification. Failure to comply with this order will result in punishable jail time.

Kurt stopped reading.

Seven days.

They would come to take Blaine away in seven days.

Kurt swallowed the sob in his throat.

It was late, but he still picked up his phone.

"Dad? I need help."

 

End Notes: What did Burt tell Kurt about making promises he can't keep?Reviews = Love. And the knowledge that I'm not alone out here.

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Omg you are evil to leave it there. I thought I was anxious reading evil dom Blaine stories..... This is worse. I'm literally having anxiety attacks. Great story .... You have a vey dirty mind and I love reading it.

Omg you are evil to leave it there. I thought I was anxious reading evil dom Blaine stories..... This is worse. I'm literally having anxiety attacks. Great story .... You have a vey dirty mind and I love reading it.

I am not ashamed to say that I started crying while reading this. They CAN'T take Blaine away! They just can't. I am completely and utterly obsessed with this story! <3

I'm fretting over their imaginary plight! I almost don't want to read further because I have a feeling this is going to get much, much worse before it gets better.

Well, you've succesfully made me cry. And I'm not talking few teeny weeny tears, I'm talking full-force sobs. My rommate looked up from his Calculus homework to ask me a question, only to spend an extra 20 minutes comforting me. So... Congratulations? I think? Update as always

please, please, PLEASE don't take Blaine away from Kurt!!!! I would die a figurative death if you did! :(

Ylou are so evil!!!! your fic is disturbed!!! I loved every bit of it!!! :) I've had read your another fics, legal romance,political romance, etc... loved loved loved!!! but this... I'm in shock! Why you are so damn good writer?? love you!!!