Chapter 9

SUNDAY

Kurt dropped The Ministry's Guide to Preparing Your Slave for Removal in the trash.

There was no way he was following its recommendations. They would turn their last days together into a painfest.

Chandler strongly disapproved.

Despite the plan to leave Kurt and Blaine alone until Thursday, Chandler called to see if Seth could come over for a quick visit. He wasn't handling the idea of losing Blaine very well. Kurt could relate.

When they arrived, Chandler immediately noticed Blaine's collar and bracelets. He looked at Kurt who stared back defiantly, arms folded in his signature stubborn stance. His expression was clear.

Not gonna do it.

The moment they were alone, Chandler started in on him.

"You're being selfish, Kurt. You need to remove his collar and start pushing him back into his natural state of submission. From everything you've described, Victoria Anderson is not going to appreciate the new and improved Blaine. You need to weaken him."

"Do you hear yourself? I mean, seriously? Did you hear what you just said to me? Blaine is about to be ripped from me and sent back to his evil, bitch mother, and you want me to make him weak!"

"She's going to expect him to submit! What do you think she's going to do when he starts talking back and refusing to follow commands?"

"Maybe she'll get pissed off and send him back to me!"

Chandler shook his head. "You're being unreasonable! Selfish, stubborn and completely irresponsible!"

"I don't care! I'm not spending my last few days with him putting him through hell!"

"You know what, Kurt? Now, you are abusing him."

Chandler stood up and walked to the door.

"Seth! Come!"

Seth immediately came running from the Broadway Room followed by Blaine. The power of Chandler's voice made Seth fall to the floor at Chandler's feet. Blaine looked between Chandler and Kurt. Kurt looked shocked and hurt while Chandler looked furious.

"What happened?"

Chandler's face softened. "We'll see you on Thursday, Blaine. Seth, stand." Chandler shot another look at Kurt and walked out. Seth gave Blaine a sad, confused look and quickly followed his master.

Blaine turned to ask Kurt what happened, but Kurt's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Kurt E. Hummel?"

"Yes?"

"This is Ursula with the Division of Slave Removal. I'm calling to inform you that sub slave Blaine V. Anderson will be removed from your care on Thursday at 11:00 am. Please have him prepared and ready per the instruction manual. Do you have any questions?"

Kurt clenched the phone. "No."

"Very good. Have a nice day."

Kurt hung up and threw the phone across the room.

This was a nightmare. One long, painful nightmare that he couldn't seem to wake up from or escape.

Blaine walked over and fell to his knees in front of him.

"What's wrong? What happened with Chandler?"'

Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes. "They're coming for you at 11:00 am. 11:00 am on Thursday."

Blaine nodded. "Okay."

"No! It's not okay! None of this is okay! This is wrong, and unfair, and I don't wanna do it! I can't do this!"

Blaine took his hands. "We have to do this. You can't go to jail."

Kurt shook his head. "No. There has to be something. Something, someone, someway to keep you safe. Maybe we can hide you. Hide you somewhere they can't find you."

"And then you'll go to jail. I'm not going to run, or hide, or do anything that will get you in trouble. I love you and I'm willing to leave to keep you out of jail. I'd do anything to keep you out of jail. I'd do anything to protect you."

"That's supposed to be my job! I'm your master! I'm your master and I'm failing you! I should have sent you away! The moment Perlson started showing up at people's houses, I should have sent you away."

Blaine shook his head. "Where would you have sent me? Who would you have given me to? Wes? Rick? Kevin? So they could get in trouble? There's nowhere for me to go. Nowhere but back to my mother."

Kurt felt his heart break. It had been breaking little by little, crack by tiny crack since Thursday night. He was sure it would break completely and fall from his chest on Thursday at 11:00 am.

"What happened with Chandler?"

Kurt scowled. "Just reminding me of yet another way in which I'm failing you."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm supposed to remove your collar."

Blaine's eyes filled with fear. Kurt quickly continued.

"But I'm not going to. I don't care what they say, or what Chandler says. I'm not removing it. I am not unclaiming you. Removing it would be like saying I'm willingly giving you away, and I'm not. They're stealing you from me."

"Will my mother be able to remove it?"

"I don't think so."

Blaine relaxed and smiled. She'd be furious, but he didn't care. He belonged to Kurt.

Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and smiled. "Enough about all that. What do you wanna do? From now on we will do whatever you want."

Blaine's eyes fluttered to Kurt's crotch. "I want to serve you as much as possible."

Kurt's cock hardened. "I want that too, but what else? Where do you wanna go? We will go anywhere you want and you can have anything you want."

"I want to go to the bedroom and I want to have your dick."

Kurt's eyes turned a deep blue. His voice lowered. "What else?"

"I...I want you to punish me. Hard. I want you to fuck me until I can't breathe. I want to feel it long after I leave, and I want to be on top of you...inside you, but mostly I want you to punish me. Treat me like your slave because I am your slave. No matter what, my submission is yours."

Well.

Kurt swallowed and tried to focus as his hands edged towards his zipper.

"But don't you want to go out? You're about to go back to Ohio. Don't you want to visit your favorite places in New York?"

"My favorite place is wherever you are. My favorite thing to do is submit to you. Everything I want is right here."

Blaine gently pushed Kurt's legs apart and pressed his face to his crotch. "Please...please choke me with your cock...please fuck me until I break. I want to be able to feel you...for weeks, months...forever. Fuck me so the ache never goes away."

Kurt took a deep breathe. "Anything you want, my love. Anything you want."

Kurt sent everyone a text to be at their place on Thursday by 10:00 am. He turned off his phone, put on his catwoman suit and focused on Blaine.

MONDAY

They spent Sunday afternoon and Monday locked in a lovely, yet fierce sexual fantasy of their own creation as they returned to the sexual games of their first year together. Blaine's year of training. That year had been the most emotionally and sexually intense experience of their lives. Kurt had been mercilessly wicked, but always grounded in strong, pure love and adoration for Blaine. He had brutally, yet lovingly broken Blaine down to the bones of his submissive core before carefully rebuilding him. Infusing him along the way with strength and confidence,while still maintaining his complete and total submission to his master. By the end of that first year, Blaine was able to look other masters in the eye and say no, while one look from Kurt could bring him to his knees.

They were both glad to go back in time. The past was so much better than their present and immediate future.

They followed their normal morning routine. Blaine would wake, shower and present himself at Kurt's bedside by 6:58 am. Kurt would wake, allow Blaine to blow him, and then the real fun would begin.

Kurt locked Blaine in a tight, punishing cock trainer cage while wrapping his balls in tight black leather before adding a light ball weight in the shape of a K. Kurt relished Blaine's deep moans and cries as he closed his eyes and allowed his entire body and mind to relax into his full and complete submission. He was a slave. He was the property of Master Kurt, and he would willingly and happily accept any and everything his master wanted to do to him. Complete submission to his master filled him with an indescribable joy. Drowning in submission to Kurt was the best feeling in the world.

Blaine remained on his hands and knees at all times. Kurt followed up all of his commands with a sharp smack to Blaine's ass with the riding crop. Blaine both loved and loathed the riding crop. It was such a simple, yet evil toy. Especially when wielded by Kurt's lovely, slender fingers.

After freeing Blaine's cock and balls, Kurt sat down on the couch and made Blaine kneel on all fours, facing forward, his ass on display for Kurt. Kurt propped one foot up on Blaine's back while he pretended to watch television. He gently rubbed his foot on Blaine ass, even sliding it between his legs to tickled his balls with his toes. After a few minutes he started to tease Blaine's hole with the tip of the crop, dragging it across Blaine's ass, and teasing his balls. Once his hole was dripping wet from self lubrication, Kurt slowly slid the crop into Blaine's ass. The noise Blaine made was indefinable.

"Blaine, my love, you sound like a wounded animal."

Blaine couldn't help it. He couldn't stop the strange, loud sounds that came from deep within his submissive core. Being fucked by a riding crop by his master? Obediently accepting whatever was done to him because he was nothing more than a slave? The feeling of euphoria was almost too much, especially when coupled with the sexual torture being created by the crop. It was hard and thin, and the way Kurt worked it in his ass was delicious.

"I can't hear the television over you."

Blaine kept moaning.

"Very well."

Kurt removed the crop and went to the bedroom. He returned with a soft, black, leather hood which he slid over Blaine's head. It had a built in gag. Now Blaine couldn't see or speak. He could breathe, but barely hear. The sensory deprivation intensified everything. Kurt returned to the couch, and resumed the slow torture to Blaine's ass with the crop. Blaine's body trembled and his cock quivered.

"You may not come, my love."

Kurt slowly slid the riding crop in, out, in,out. Occasionally he would slide it all the way out and graze it across Blaine's balls before slowly sliding it back in. Finally he slowly slid it in, inch by inch until he hit Blaine's prostate. Blaine released a muffled scream. Kurt left the crop in place, stood up and walked around to stand in front of Blaine. He pulled off the hood and stared at the gorgeous man at his feet. Blaine's curls were wet, rivers of sweat trickled down his face, and his lips were full and moist, but what Kurt loved most of all were his eyes. Blaine's beautiful honey-amber eyes were bright, and full of submission as they begged Kurt to dominate him even more.

"Do you want mercy, my love?"

"No! Please...use me. My submission is yours."

Kurt smiled. "You may not move and you may not come."

Kurt started the slow fuck with the riding crop again, making sure he just barely hit the right spot every time. Blaine wailed as he struggled not to fuck himself on the crop. He could feel his control slipping away as the tension in his cock grew stronger and more demanding. Once he was sure Blaine was about to break, Kurt slid the crop inside his ass and left it there. He sat down on the floor in front of Blaine and leaned back on his hands, his cock bouncing right by Blaine's mouth.

"Serve me."

Blaine obediently and eagerly swallowed the cock. His submission was on fire. The act of sucking his Dom master's cock with a riding crop shoved up his ass...it was all too much. He knew the moment he tasted Kurt's cum he would explode.

Kurt looked and sounded beautiful as he came hard, head thrown back, his long, lean torso tight as he arched his hips up and pushed his cock further into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine came with a muffled scream around the cock in his mouth. Kurt pulled out and relaxed for a few minutes. Blaine was breathing hard and moaning, still on all fours. It felt so good to finally come, but he knew he was in trouble. It had been a long time since he'd come without permission.

Kurt stood up. "After all these years you disobey me? Honestly, Blaine."

Blaine hung his head, his eyes on the floor. "I'm sorry, sir."

Kurt smiled. "Oh, no you aren't. At least not yet."

Blaine spent the next hour bound, plugged, gagged and locked in his cage. His cock twitched inside the cock trainer, as his ass clinched around the large, tight butt plug. He stared lovingly at Kurt who was lying naked across the bed, flipping through Vogue.

How would he survive without this? Without him?

The idea of living without Kurt to control him was frightening,while the thought of his mother dominating him was terrifying. He was sure she would crush him and stomp him into the ground.

And there would be no love to rebuild him.

He didn't want to think about that. Not now. For now he wanted to suffer through Kurt's demanding punishment. Kurt shifted on the bed giving Blaine a lovely view of his thick cock, slightly hard, but relaxed on his upper thigh. Blaine's body involuntarily convulsed causing the plug to caress his prostate and his cock to twitch inside the trainer. He cried out around the gag in his mouth.

Kurt looked up. "I told you to remain quiet." He picked up the control for the plug and turned on the vibration. Blaine squealed around the gag.

"Quiet, Blaine or else I will add nipple clamps to your experience."

Blaine made sure he screamed as loud as he could manage.

K&B&K&B

At 5:00 pm they shifted from intense, punishing, sex play, to relaxed cuddling and nurturing. Blaine napped while Kurt prepared dinner. After dinner they cuddled together in bed.

As Kurt pressed his purr spot, Blaine started to cry.

Who would press his purr spot after Thursday? He buried his head in Kurt's chest.

"You are my master. Only you. I don't wanna leave you. I never wanna leave you. I love you. I love you so much."

Kurt held him close and allowed his own tears to fall. He had no comforting words to share. Instead he rolled on to his back and pulled Blaine on top of him. Despite Chandler's arguments, Kurt wanted Blaine strong. Strong enough to deal with whatever was coming. Deep down inside he knew that Blaine would eventually weaken and return to his natural submissiveness without Kurt to nurture him, but for now he would do all he could to make Blaine as strong as possible. He spread his legs and stared into Blaine's eyes.

"I want to feel you forever. Make it last."

Blaine started slowly, savoring the drag on his cock and the depth of Kurt's ass. But soon he sped up and was screwing into Kurt with as much force as Kurt had screwed him. It was Kurt's turn to scream and wail as Blaine fucked into him. He felt stronger and more powerful with each push. Kurt could feel his strength growing and it gave him a great sense of satisfaction. Victoria was definitely in for a surprise.

TUESDAY

Tuesday was fucking table day. Blaine stared at the table with longing. He would definitely miss this piece of furniture more than anything else in the apartment except for his cage and the piano.

Kurt bolted him to the table in the most sadistic way ever. Blaine was on his knees, with his arms pulled between his legs so his ankles and wrists were next to each other. It was a cruel position that made sure he would feel every single stroke of Kurt's cock to the fullest.

Kurt pushed into Blaine with an aggression and force Blaine had never felt before, causing him to scream from the shock and intensity. Kurt mercilessly fucked into him. Every thrust stronger, rougher and more brutal. Blaine screamed and cried out, begging. More. More. More.

And Kurt was determined to give it to him. He wanted Blaine to feel it for however long it took to get him back. He knew this was unrealistic and probably a little sadistic, but he didn't care. He fucked Blaine over, and over with an insatiable hunger. Each time hard and with a viciousness that would be considered cruel if Blaine wasn't begging for it so desperately.

He finally released him from the table and they moved to the bed. Blaine had permission to come at will. Soon their bodies were glistening with cum, sweat and tears. Every time they came, they held each other tight and cried, overwhelmed by their intense orgasms and the fact that in a few days, they would be forced apart. The thoughts of leaving made Blaine beg Kurt to fuck him again, and again, and again.

They finally fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. Their bodies a tangle of arms and legs wrapped around the other, sticky and wet. Blaine's mind was completely gone, consumed by his submission. Kurt knew he had gone overboard, but he didn't care. He couldn't help it. He wanted Blaine so badly. He needed him. He had no idea what he was going to do without him. Blaine's submission was a powerful drug. Withdrawal was going to be hell.

After sleeping for a few hours, they lay in bed and talked.

They tried to keep their conversation happy and light, but it was difficult. Blaine wondered who Rick would find to help him complete the musical. He encouraged Kurt to continue with the show, but Kurt wasn't sure he'd be able to. How was he supposed to do anything without Blaine?

Blaine decided to get his packing out of the way. He wasn't allowed to take anything with him on Thursday, so Kurt told him to pack a trunk and he would ship it to his mother's house.

Kurt found it increasingly harder to breathe as he watched Blaine pack his sheet music and writing books.

How were they supposed to do this?

How were they supposed to live without the other?

Kurt grew desperate and hysterical. "Let's just leave! Let's go! Now! We'll just run and run and run..."

"No. I won't let you go to jail."

"I can't do this! I can't! I can't! I can't..."

They held each other and cried until Blaine started kissing Kurt's tears away. He kissed and licked Kurt's cheeks, working his way down his neck and chest. He gently pushed Kurt back on the bed and began to work his way down his body, worshiping him with his tongue. He softly licked at Kurt's hole before sliding in two fingers while sliding his mouth down Kurt's cock. He sucked and twisted his fingers for a few moments before pulling out to grab the lube. He prepped himself and slid inside his master. As they made love, Kurt whispered to Blaine.

"You are my beautiful slave. Mine. Your submission is to me and me alone. I command you to refuse all others. You do not have to submit to or respect any other master. Submission to others is an insult to me, the one who loves you more than anything. Prove your love for me, your honor towards me. Never submit to another, Blaine. Never."

"Yes master."

WEDNESDAY

They spent Wednesday morning in bed, mostly making love with an occasional fuck thrown in for good measure. Always with Blaine on top. While Kurt would never allow Blaine to bolt him to the fucking table or chain him up in any way, he did allow Blaine to bend him over the couch and fuck the hell out of him. Every time Blaine fucked him, Kurt felt it reinforced and sealed his words of strength and submission to Blaine. He just hoped it was enough to sustain him until he could come back home.

"How are you going to get me back?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I will. I promise. I will get you back."

Blaine smiled and curled into Kurt. Kurt could hear Chandler yelling at him in his head. Whatever you do, don't tell him he's coming back home. He needs to be able to accept whatever his mother has in store for him. Don't set him up.

Kurt squashed the voice.

They finally dragged themselves out of bed and out of the apartment for lunch at Blaine's favorite deli and a very slow stroll through Central Park. When they returned home, Blaine sang and played piano while Kurt made dinner. As Blaine's voice floated through the apartment, Kurt cried into the salad he was trying to make.

How would he survive tomorrow?

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

Their last night together.

Blaine lay spread out on the bed, eyes closed, purring under Kurt's touch. Kurt was slowly caressing Blaine's body with his fingertips. He started in the center of Blaine's forehead, moving his fingers down either side of his face, around and over his ears, down the jawline to his neck and over his Adam's apple. From there his hands spread across Blaine's smooth chest, fingers lingering on his nipples causing them to harden into tiny, firm, pink peaks. He continued the journey down to the V entrance of Blaine's groin. He moved lightly around the groin area to Blaine's thighs, to his knees, down to his ankles, over his feet to the tips of his toes. He repeated the path with his hands, open palmed, his touch gentle, yet firm.

He did this for a full hour.

Memorization.

He already knew ever crook, blemish, scratch and line of Blaine's body, but he felt compelled to review. Over and over and over again. He had to be sure. Completely, totally, without a doubt sure that he would never forget the feel of Blaine.

Once he was sure his hands could trace the path from memory, he attacked Blaine with his mouth.

He started with the obvious. He pulled Blaine's head back, exposing the smooth, olive skin of his neck, and began to suck. Large, purple passion marks followed by small ones, each only inches a part. He worked his way down his chest, sucking, nibbling and licking, marking Blaine's body. Blaine moaned under Kurt's hard and urgent sucks. Soon his body was covered with tiny bruises as if he'd been beaten.

Kurt wasn't done.

He retraced his mouth work, biting the places he couldn't bruise. Blaine trembled as Kurt bit into his skin, pressing to the last point of drawing blood, but hard enough to leave deep marks.

Last, he rolled Blaine over on to his stomach. He stared at his clean, muscular back. He bent down and whispered in his ear.

"This may hurt."

Blaine shook his head. He didn't care. He wanted every last inch of his body to reflect Kurt's ownership.

Kurt dug his nails into the skin just below the nape of Blaine's neck, right where the back begins. He scratched straight down to Blaine's waist. Blaine hissed and arched up before settling back down on his stomach. Kurt created long, thin, angry red welts down Blaine's back spelling the letters, KURT. He licked and kissed the scars, easing the sting.

He slowly rolled Blaine back over. Blaine winced as his raw back rubbed against the sheets, but he quickly forgot the pain as Kurt swallowed his cock. Blaine threw his head back and groaned as Kurt alternated between sucking his cock and running his tongue over Blaine's sensitive hole, darting in and out, thrusting in further with each entry. Kurt took his time as he concentrated on the moans and gasps coming from Blaine. Once more he focused on memorization. He needed to be able to replay the sounds in his mind like a recording.

They took turns making love to one another. Gentle, slow and deeply emotional as they stared into each others eyes, their tears hitting their chests like raindrops.

Kurt pressed his body into Blaine's and felt their connection deepen and strengthen. He was sure the instruction manual would not approve of such actions the night before removal, but he didn't give a shit.

They only had a few hours left.

THURSDAY

Kurt woke up at 6 am.

5 hours left.

His body felt paralyzed by dread and heartbreak.

5 hours. He would lose Blaine in 5 hours.

Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine. He buried his face in Blaine's hair and inhaled deeply. He wanted to bottle his scent. Would there come a time when he couldn't smell Blaine anymore? The thought made his stomach churn and his chest tighten.

Blaine stirred and Kurt reluctantly loosened his grip. This was their last morning together. He wanted Blaine to have routine.

Kurt watched him climb out of bed and walk to the bathroom. He felt a strong sense of satisfaction as his eyes wandered over Blaine's body. The marks, bites and scratches had settled into Blaine's skin along with several bruises from three days of rough sex. His entire body was covered with Kurt's possession marks.

Blaine paused at the door of the bathroom.

"What is it?"

"I really don't wanna take a shower. I don't wanna wash you off me."

Kurt smiled sadly and climbed out of bed.

Just like that first night six years ago, they showered together, each taking turns gently washing the other. When they were finished, Kurt lingered in the bathroom. When he came out, Blaine was on his knees at the side of the bed, hands folded, eyes on the floor. Kurt walked over and stood in front of him. Blaine looked up. Kurt blinked back tears as he took out his cock and pressed it to Blaine's lips.

This would be the last morning they did this.

Kurt forced himself to hold off coming. Instead he stood very still and concentrated on the feel of Blaine's mouth. His tongue, his lips, the expert way he did everything perfectly to create the most amazing sensations. Kurt came quietly, tears rolling down his face. Blaine stood up and kissed the tears away.

"Serving you has been my greatest joy."

"Dominating you has been mine."

Kurt took out a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt for Blaine to wear. Blaine hesitated pulling up the boxers and pants. He looked at Kurt and then remembered. There would be no cock cage today.

Kurt took a deep breath and stopped himself from falling down in a fit of tears. He needed to be strong for Blaine.

"You should eat."

They slowly walked to the kitchen. Blaine winced as he moved his sore body. Yes. He would definitely feel Kurt for weeks. Hopefully longer. Kurt took down the Apple Jacks and poured Blaine a large bowl. He filled it with milk and sat down.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Kurt shook his head. He couldn't eat. If he did it would all come back up.

Blaine stared at the bowl of cereal.

"Eat, Blaine." Kurt commanded.

Blaine obediently started eating. Kurt glanced at the clock. 7:30 am.

Once Blaine finished, they went back to the bedroom. They changed the sheets, made the bed, and then Blaine laid down on his back. Kurt climbed on top of him and pressed his body tightly against his.

No, definitely not following Ministry rules.

Over the past three days, Blaine had drowned over and over in submission to Kurt. His will had completely disappeared, replaced with nothing but a desire to serve, please and be used by his master. But Kurt's dominate mind and possessive side needed to feel Blaine drown one final time. Once more, Blaine succumbed to the intense pull and bond of his master. Kurt pressed harder and felt his dominance rise, swell and spread into Blaine, completely taking over his thoughts and replacing them with pure, deep submission and full surrender.

"Who do you belong to? I want the formal answer."

"I am the fully owned property of Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. He is my master. I live to serve him and him alone."

"Will you submit to another, my love?"

"Never, sir. I only submit to you."

They drifted off to sleep until they were awakened by the door buzzer. Kurt glanced at the clock.

9:45 am.

It was Rachel and Finn along with Chandler and Seth. Chandler stared at Blaine.

Shit.

He could see it in his eyes. Kurt had completely ravaged and consumed Blaine. His submission to Kurt was so strong, Chandler could practically smell it. He could also sense Blaine's strength. Instead of breaking Blaine to prepare him for what was coming, Kurt had fed him and brought him to full power. He eyed Blaine's collar and bracelets. What the fuck?

Kurt was watching Chandler stare at Blaine. He knew what he was thinking and he didn't care. Chandler looked at him, but then quickly looked away. He wasn't going to start a fight with Kurt. Not today. Besides, it didn't matter what he thought. It was too late to change anything.

No one knew what to say or do, so they simply sat. Blaine was curled completely into Kurt, one leg thrown over Kurt's lap, his face buried in Kurt's shoulder. Kurt rubbed his back and tried to stay calm.

Wes and Carmen arrived at 10:15 am. When they decided not to run, Kurt called Wes to break the news and return the $500.00. Wes was disappointed, but also relieved. Running would have been a huge risk.

Burt and Carol arrived. Burt was on his cell phone, still trying desperately to find someone in the Masters Ministry who would intervene. Kurt knew it was hopeless when his father threatened to blow up the ministry's headquarters before slamming his phone down on the kitchen counter. Carol rubbed his back in an effort to calm him down. Burt looked at Kurt through tired eyes, red and filled with pain at the sight of his son and his slave. Burt focused closer on Blaine. His eyes moved from Blaine's neck to his wrists. Blaine was still wearing his collar and bracelets. What the hell?

"Uh, Kurt? Could I speak with you privately for a moment?"

Kurt reluctantly stood up. Blaine whined. "I'll be right back." He followed his dad into the bedroom.

"Why is Blaine still wearing his collar and bracelets?"

"Because he's my slave."

"Kurt...you gotta take those off."

"No."

"They're going to cut them off. When he gets to the Slave Recovery Center, they will cut them off. If you take them off now you'll get to keep them."

Kurt shook his head. "No, I won't unclaim him."

"Kurt..."

"No! He's mine! Mine! If I take them off it means I'm unclaiming him. Releasing him! Giving him up, and I'm not doing that! They're stealing him from me and I want them to see that! I don't care what the rescind rule says! They're stealing him! He's mine and they're stealing him! They're stealing him! They're stealing him! They're stealing him!"

Kurt broke down.

He screamed and sobbed as Burt wrapped his arms around him and tried to blink back his own tears. He wanted to be strong for his son, but his heart was breaking.

Blaine ran in, scared by the screaming. Kurt pulled him to him and wrapped his arms around him. Wes came in and pushed them into the living room where everyone gathered around them in a huge group hug. They all just stood there, enveloping Kurt and Blaine in a tight circle of love. It was quiet except for the sound of Kurt and Blaine's heart-wrenching sobs and everyone's quiet crying.

10:55 am

"Kurt...we need to go downstairs. You don't want this to happen in your home."

Kurt shook his head. "No. No. I can't do this. He's mine. He's mine."

"Kurt..."

"No. No. I can't. I won't."

"Son...please."

"No! They can't have him!"

Wes placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt, it won't do Blaine any good if you end up in jail or worse."

The group slowly made their way outside to the sidewalk. Blaine and Kurt held a death grip on each other. Everyone gathered around them in a protective circle. The day was sunny and bright, the air warm, but thick with the weight of what was about to happen.

At exactly 11:00 am a black, windowless van with silver tires pulled up. Two huge men stepped out. As one of the men approached, the circle around Kurt and Blaine tightened.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel?" Kurt said nothing. Burt shot him a look and then spoke.

"He's here." The man stared at Kurt and Blaine. Blaine had his face buried in Kurt's chest while Kurt's arms were still wrapped around him in a punishingly tight embrace. The man glanced at their necks and zeroed in on Blaine.

"Blaine Victor Anderson?" Blaine said nothing.

"I'm here to execute rescind order 218-Anderson, Blaine V., as initiated by Victoria Ramken Anderson and approved by the Masters Ministry. The order instructs the removal of sub slave Blaine Victor Anderson from Dom Master Kurt Elizabeth Hummel on the grounds of parental privilege. Said slave is to be released immediately to the custody of the state for return to his mother."

Neither Kurt or Blaine moved. The man sighed.

"Look, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way the slave's coming with us."

Kurt tightened his hold and shook his head. "No. No. Please. Don't do this."

"Sir, please release the slave."

"No. Please. Don't take him. He's mine. He's mine. Please!"

"Sir..."

"No!" Kurt started screaming. "No! You can't! You can't! Please! I didn't do anything wrong! I love him! He loves me! Please!"

Burt stepped forward, tears rolling down his cheeks. This was killing him. He hated this. He'd never felt so helpless and useless as a parent.

"Kurt...buddy...you have to...I'm sorry..."

"No!"

Blaine clung to Kurt, crying and repeating over and over, "My master. My master. Kurt is my master. I love him. My master. My master. Kurt is my master."

The man glanced at his watch. Okay, enough of this. He had a schedule.

"Mr. Hummel, please release the slave."

Kurt didn't move.

The man moved towards him. Wes and Finn stepped forward. Burt stepped in front of them as the second man stepped forward with a large AK-47 rifle. Burt couldn't let this tragedy get any worse.

"Everyone calm down. Kurt, son, I'm sorry but it's time."

They didn't let go of each other. Burt hated what he was about to do, but he couldn't let Kurt go to jail. He gave a slight nod to the man in charge. Burt placed his hand on Kurt's arm and tugged.

"Kurt..."

"No!"

Burt kept tugging as the hulking wall of a man stepped forward and roughly snatched Blaine away from Kurt's grasp.

All hell broke loose.

Burt and Wes struggled to hold a screaming Kurt as he tried to break free and reach for Blaine. Blaine was screaming Kurt's name as he struggled in the man's grasp. Chandler was trying to calm down Seth who was crying and yelling "no" at the top of his lungs. Carmen, Rachel and Finn stood there crying while bypassers stopped to watch the scene, quietly wondering what Kurt had done to lose his slave.

"Blaine! Blaine! Please! Don't take him from me! Please don't take him! He's mine! Mine!"

"Kurt! Master! Kurt! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Kurt!

Blaine was flailing and kicking, trying to break free. The man with the gun opened the back of the van. Blaine was thrown inside a cage and the door swiftly closed. He grabbed the bars and tried to push.

"No! No! Kurt! I love you! I love you, Kurt! Let me out! Please! Kurt! Kurt! I love you! I love you! I love..."

The van door closed.

Kurt was on his knees, his arms outstretched. "Please! Please! Blaine! I love you! I love you! I love you!"

The van pulled away.

Kurt fell to the ground.

"Blaaaaaainnnnneeeee!"

The cage was low and small. Blaine couldn't stand so he folded himself into a tight little ball, wrapped his arms around himself and cried. With each passing minute and mile his fear grew until it was pounding painfully in his chest and throbbing in his head. He was exhausted but couldn't sleep from the fear. Instead he sang the song, "Perfect," by Pink in his head.

Finally the van slowed and seemed to be turning and twisting up hill. They came to a brief stop and then another before slowing down and stopping completely. Blaine tensed and buried his face in his arms.

The van door swung open. Blaine looked up and blinked from the blinding bright light. The cage door opened and two large hands pulled him out and placed him on his feet. A woman was standing in front of him with a clip board.

"Anderson, Blaine, V., sub slave?"

The man answered. "Yeah."

"How was extraction?"

He shrugged. "How are they ever?"

The woman looked Blaine up and down taking in the marks and bites on his neck and arms. She stared at his collar.

"He's still collared."

"Yeah."

"Hmph. Alright. Let's get him sterilized and dressed. Please note the special orders regarding handling."

The man pushed Blaine up a long platform that led inside a bright, white, circular room. He shoved him inside and left.

A woman wearing a crisp white plastic suit approached him.

"Hello. Undress please."

Blaine stared at her. "Why?"

"It's part of the process."

"No."

The woman sighed. "Please take off your clothes."

Blaine shook his head. "No."

The woman suddenly produced a large whip that she cracked through the air. Blaine gasped and jumped back. He'd seen whips before. Chandler used them on Seth as punishment. Seth loved it. Blaine couldn't understand why.

"You don't look like a bad slave. You actually look pretty obedient, so now is not the time to change your nature. I promise you that no one will hurt you as long as you do what you are told. Undress."

Blaine shakily began removing his clothes. He stopped at his boxers.

"Everything please."

He blushed as he slid them down. The woman took his clothes, placed them in a bag and slid them down a chute. She looked his body over, and walked around him making notes. She handed him a pair of goggles.

"Put these on."

Blaine stared at them but did not reach for them.

She sighed in annoyance. "They're to protect your eyes. Here."

Blaine took them and put them on.

"Now walk through there into the next room. It's a shower chamber. You don't have to do anything. Just walk through and stand in the middle of the red circle. Try to relax. It's actually quite refreshing. If you relax it will feel nice."

Nothing would feel nice but being in Kurt's arms right now.

Blaine walked through the door into the chamber. He stood inside the red circle. He was shocked when metal bars suddenly clamped over his feet, locking him in place. He heard the woman's voice through an intercom. "Arms out please."

He slowly raised his arms out to the side. Strong, warm water cascaded down from the ceiling and shot out from the walls. He wobbled a little as the floor began to slowly spin. It was like a car wash for a human. Long poles with brushes attached began to gently scrub his skin with soap. Metal fingers scrubbed his hair and scalp. He screamed when a strong shot of water was sprayed directly up his ass.

After 15 minutes of scrubbing, washing and rinsing, the water stopped and the metal bars released him.

"Enter the next room please."

Blaine walked through the next door into a comfortable warm room. The woman appeared with a towel. "Give me the goggles. Dry yourself off." Blaine obeyed. His skin felt smooth,tight and incredibly clean. The woman handed him a bottle of oil to rub all over his skin. The passion marks had faded, but were still there along with the bruises. Most of the bite marks had vanished.

"Enter the next room please."

There were three large men waiting. One was holding a strange metal tool in his hands. Blaine looked at the three of them and then at the tool in the man's hand.

Fuck.

He started shaking his head and backing up towards the wall. The man holding the tool spoke.

"Kneel in the center of the room."

"No...please...please don't."

The man sighed and nodded at the other two men. They lunged forward and grabbed Blaine, dragging him to the center of the room. Blaine screamed and struggled. "No! Please! Don't! Please! I love Kurt! He's my master! Please! No! No! No!"

Blaine screamed as one of the men shot him several times with a pain gun. He slumped in their arms as the man with the tool approached. He struggled, working the tool until he managed to snap through the expensive collar and then each bracelet. They let Blaine fall to the floor.

It took a few minutes for the initial pain to hit. Since he wasn't released by his master, it wasn't as intense as it could have been, but it was intense enough. Blaine struggled to breathe as the pain began as a slow burn in his submissive core. His head felt hazy and heavy. He could feel it slowly traveling through his body and wondered how much worse it would get.

He was allowed to lay on the floor for another 10 minutes before he heard the woman's voice.

"Enter the next room please."

He struggled to stand, almost falling until he steadied himself against the wall. He slowly reached up to touch his neck and hissed as if burned when he felt the skin where his collar had been for almost seven years.

In the next room he was given a pressed pair of khakis, a crisp while button down shirt, a black and white argyle cardigan and a matching tie. Everything fit perfectly as if it had been tailor made for him.

Once he was dressed the final door opened. He waited for the woman's voice but nothing happened. He stepped out of the room and was surprised to see himself standing in front of a huge, open hanger door. A man gestured to him. He walked down a small platform towards the man. Outside he could see a black limousine with a driver waiting.

"Blaine Victor Anderson?" Blaine nodded.

The man handcuffed his wrists and nodded at the driver who stepped forward.

"He's free to go. Sign here."

The driver signed. "Come on."

Blaine followed him to the car. The pain in his submissive core was growing worse. The driver helped him inside the car and handed him four pills and a bottle of water.

"Take them. They'll stop the pain and help you sleep."

Blaine stared at the pills and looked at the driver. He didn't trust him, but he couldn't think clearly.

"Go on. Take them. Trust me. You'll be glad you did."

Blaine swallowed the pills and laid down across the seat.

He was asleep before the car left the property.

An hour later the driver was shaking him. "Hey, wake up. Wake up."

Blaine opened his eyes and sat up. The driver helped him out of the car and removed the handcuffs. They were standing a few feet from a private plane.

The pilot walked over. "You can go ahead and board."

Blaine blinked and tried to clear his head. "Where are we going?"

The pilot shook his head. "I'm not at liberty to say."

Weren't they going to Ohio? Assuming it was Ohio, why not just say so?

Blaine stood there thinking. He had no idea where he was. He had no money and no phone. If he ran he wouldn't get far, plus his head was still fuzzy and unfocused. He looked at the plane and back at the pilot and driver. They looked ready to tackle him if necessary. He walked to the plane.

Inside was quite luxurious. There were eight comfortable seats, a flat screen television and a table with a bottle of champagne on ice and a tray of fruit, cheese and crackers. Blaine was starving, but he didn't touch the food.

He collapsed in a seat and leaned his head against the wall.

Kurt. Kurt. Kurt. Kurt.

"Hello!"

He was startled by the sudden appearance of a young, blonde woman. She was dressed in a blue and white striped dress and was wearing a white pillbox hat.

"I'm Vickie, your stewardess. Can I get you anything?"

Blaine's stomach rumbled, but he shook his head.

Vickie motioned towards the tray. "Feel free to help yourself. We'll be taking off momentarily. We're just waiting for one more passenger."

Another passenger?

"Who are we waiting for? Where are we going?"

Vickie continued to smile brightly."I'm sorry. This is a confidential flight. Just sit back and relax and let me know if I can get you anything."

Blaine slumped further in his chair. Maybe he could storm the cockpit and bring the plane down...

"Is he on board?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Let's take off as soon as possible."

"Immediately sir."

Blaine tensed. He'd expected his mother, but that was a man's voice.

It sounded familiar.

"Hello sir."

"Hello Vickie. Nice to be flying with you again."

No.

It couldn't be.

"Hello gorgeous."

Blaine looked up into the green eyes of Sebastian.