Blaine returned to the room to find Sebastian, still fully clothed, spooning Kurt from behind. Kurt was dozing, having been asleep when Blaine left and only just now waking up. He was still naked, but mostly covered by the bedsheets, in Sebastian’s arms.

Blaine smiled at the sweet image they made, left the door ajar knowing the other Warblers would want to check on Kurt, and proceeded into the room to place their coffees and a bag of muffins on the bedside table. He checked the markings on each cup to pick his medium drip out from the non-fat mocha and vanilla latte and settled on the edge of Kurt’s rumpled bed. He watched Sebastian watching Kurt while propped up on one elbow. He was gazing down with such a rare expression of tenderness that Blaine once again felt blessed that he was comfortable enough around the two of them to let his bravado slip away.

“So, how is he?” Sebastian asked, not looking up from where he was charting every plane of Kurt’s face with his fingers.

Blaine considered the question for a moment, sipping at his coffee. “Calm,” he finally selected out of the many words churning around his head. “I hope I was able to make him feel wanted, accepted.” Loved was on the tip of his tongue, but he wouldn’t admit that, even in front of Sebastian who he knew wouldn’t betray their trust. He never usually even used the word with Kurt, but last night had been an exception. He’d needed to hear it. And saying it once or twice wouldn’t hurt the unattached, not-prone-to-jealousy demeanor they had to maintain.

“I’m sure you did.”

Blaine accepted the confirmation with a soft hum. He saw Kurt stir and instinctively reached a hand across the gap between their beds as if to soothe the boy.

“He needs more,” he said instead, pulling back and wrapping his hands around his cup to keep them in place.

“Oh?” Sebastian ran a hand down Kurt’s arm to quiet him. Normally he would want to wake him up, maybe with a few deep kisses or a hand between his legs, but he could tell Blaine had more he wanted to say without their friend fully conscious.

“He hasn’t told me what happened. I didn’t press him because that’s not what he needed last night. But he was out on a sub contract despite the fact that he’s not scheduled to bottom for clients for a few more months…”

“I can only imagine what they wanted him to do,” Sebastian murmured, his brow furrowing.

“I know he’d tell me if I asked, but it already seems to me like he needs to be properly Dominated.”

Sebastian perked up, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he stared up at Blaine. While they were all trained to switch, not just between top and bottom but also Dominant and submissive, boys were allowed to claim their designations if they wanted. After the qualifying test for Care/Possession, the Possessives were also given the test for true Dominance or submission. At that time, if they so desired, they could declare themselves permanently one way or the other. It was usually only the boys who felt very strongly about their role who decided to claim, though, since it required a rigorous specialized course and even further testing.

And it just so happened that Blaine was a claimed sub and Sebastian was a claimed Dom. Of the rest of the Warblers, only Wes and Thad were also claimed. Which meant that if Kurt needed a Dom, Sebastian was a logical choice.

“I think he needs to participate in a scene with someone who knows how to take care of him properly. He won’t be able to get rid of the shame of failure otherwise.”

“But using a safeword isn’t-“

“Oh believe me, I know. I told him as much last night. But you know Kurt, he always wants to be perfect and even the legitimate use of a safeword translates into him not being able to please his Dom fully.”

Sebastian huffed in annoyance. Of course the stupid boy would feel that way. He liked to pretend he was limitless, which was incredibly dangerous. “Idiot,” he mumbled affectionately against Kurt’s temple.

The brunet stirred in his arms again, but this time his eyes fluttered open and he turned to gaze up at Sebastian. “Talking about me?”

“Maybe, pet.”

Kurt’s eyes dilated. He took a moment to observe the boy hovering above him, glanced quickly across the room at Blaine who nodded infinitesimally, and swallowed thickly before replying, “Sir?”

“Shhh, take your time. Blaine got us some breakfast. Why don’t you eat while I ask you a few questions. How does that sound?” Sebastian traced Kurt’s jaw with one finger and then cupped his cheek fully when he leaned into the touch.

“That sounds nice, Sir.”

They shifted until they were sitting upright, Kurt with his back against the headboard and Sebastian off to his side. Kurt handed his Dom his latte before plucking his mocha off the bedside table and taking a slow sip.

The sweetness of the chocolate hit the tip of his tongue first, followed quickly by the bitterness of the coffee. The contrasting tastes melded together as he swallowed and he closed his eyes in bliss.

“Like that, baby?”

Kurt nodded without opening his eyes, knowing that Sebastian was letting him ease into the scene and wouldn’t be strict yet about eye contact and verbal communication. He took another sip and hummed as the caffeine worked its way through his system. Before he could take a third he felt something against his lip.

He popped his eyes open to see Sebastian holding a broken off piece of muffin to his closed mouth. “Open up.” He obeyed instantly and Sebastian made a show of placing the food inside the curve of his bottom teeth and then dragging his finger along Kurt’s lip on his way out. Kurt suddenly wished there was a lot more than lemon poppyseed in his mouth.

Sebastian held his gaze as he tore off another piece from the muffin in his hand and lifted it again to Kurt’s lips. Kurt opened his mouth without prompting this time and strained forward to catch the next bite. “Ah-ah-ah,” Sebastian reprimanded while pulling his hand back teasingly. “I have questions, remember?”

“Of course, sorry Sir.”

“What was your assignment last night?”

Kurt bowed his head and took a deep breath. There was no escaping it now. He would have to outline his failure to the two most important men in his life. “I was sent out to sub for a married couple.”

“A married couple?” Sebastian raised a questioning eyebrow, intrinsically knowing that Kurt also meant to imply that it was a heterosexual couple as well. He fed him another bit of muffin, murmuring “good boy” before asking, “Who was the Dom?”

“Th-the wife, Sir,” Kurt stumbled.

There was a sympathetic mewl nearby and Sebastian looked down to see Blaine seated on the floor by the bed. He could tell from his posture alone that the other boy had entered his own submissive state. Which meant that unless commanded, he wouldn’t speak up and explain the significance of Kurt’s answer, but Sebastian could guess anyway.

“And what were you asked to do for the wife?” As Sebastian asked, he pushed another fingerful of food past Kurt’s lips.

Kurt took his time chewing and swallowed carefully. Then he took several sips of his coffee. When Sebastian narrowed his brow at his stalling techniques, he finally coughed out, “S-she wanted to play with me. I was her ne-new toy and her husband said I had to do whatever pleased her.” His hands shook around his coffee cup. He tried to focus on them to make them stop, but instead Sebastian removed the cup from his hands to place it back on the bedside table.

His stared up at his Dom, his face gently cradled in the taller boy’s hands. “Hey, shh, baby. You’re safe, I’ve got you. What do you need?”

There was that question again.

Kurt sucked in a breath and took stock of himself. He was still naked and loose-limbed from the night before, but he felt too open and exposed and raw. He needed security. “Can you bind me please, Sir?” His voice was soft and timid and he looked up at his Dom from under his delicate lashes.

“Of course I can, baby. Get on the floor.”

With a parting kiss on the forehead, Kurt slipped from the bed to sit on his knees next to Blaine. Sebastian followed him down to tie his forearms securely together behind his back with the discarded ties they left on the floor the night before. He took a moment to stroke up Kurt’s naked back, cupping the base of his neck as he walked around to sit back on the bed. 

“Is that better?”

Kurt took a deep breath, liking the way his arms strained against their bindings as his lungs expanded. This did feel better. He felt safe. Owned. He reveled in the lack of control over his own body, knowing Sebastian was there to take care of him now. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Of course,” Sebastian said with a warm smile. “Now, I need you to tell me what happened last night. I have to know how to help you.”

Kurt delved within himself. He didn’t think he could explain everything if he was fully present. He let his subspace wash over him and focused on the fact that his Dom had given him an order.

“Mistress liked to tease. She would get me hard and then- and then punish me until I was soft again.”

“Did she tell you you couldn’t get hard?”

“No- no she wanted me to. She got upset after a while when I- when it wasn’t as easy to- but there was no reward, no relief,” Kurt rushed out. “I know it’s not my place to- to ask for anything, but I just-“

Kurt could still remember it clearly. Feeling so strung out on the edge of aborted orgasms over and over and over again. It felt like it went on for hours. He couldn’t see them, couldn’t plead with them. His mistress had thoroughly used him to get herself worked up and then turned to her husband for relief. Eventually, they removed his blindfold and gag, told him to stay where he was, and left him to have sex on their own in the bedroom. He had had to remain on hands and knees on the coffee table and listen to them finish each other off with no release of his own. They had left the cock ring on him, after all.

After an hour of that, waiting and hoping they might come back, desperate for attention and trying not to feel discarded like yesterday’s trash, he reached his breaking point. He felt worthless, used, punished when he had done everything right. And if anything, Kurt’s hardest limit was not feeling wanted.

So he’d screamed out to Mr. Walden who’d been in the next room the one word that could end his torment.

“Hey, pet, come back. Come back to me.”

The order snapped through him until Kurt was staring up at Sebastian with slightly manic eyes. The taller boy tugged him up into his lap and wrapped him tightly in his arms. He didn’t realize that he’d been shaking.

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you,” Sebastian soothed and he rocked Kurt back and forth.

Kurt buried his head in his Dom’s neck, willing the memories to disappear and the aftershocks to fade.

He felt something soft against his hip and glanced down to see that Blaine was leaning against him from in between Sebastian’s legs. He soaked up their support and after a few more minutes of Sebastian’s soft touches he felt like himself again.

“You’re such a good boy. I know that wasn’t easy and you did so well. Now, I want to help you, do you think you’re up for some play today?”

Kurt considered it. With every passing second he felt better and stronger, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders from his confession. When he thought of the night before with Blaine, he suddenly felt his body ache for more. “Yes, Sir.”

“Are you sure?” When Kurt nodded again, Sebastian continued, “I need to know that you will still safeword if you need to.” He locked eyes with azure blue and made sure he saw truth when the boy nodded again. “I need you to say it. Tell me you understand why safewords are important and then tell me clearly what your safeword is.”

“I understand that safewords are meant to keep me safe and healthy and happy and that I shouldn’t feel ashamed if I need to use one.” He gazed up at Sebastian to see if his explanation was good enough to please his Dom and then continued when Sebastian smiled down at him. “And my safeword is McQueen.”

“Good boy. I think we should play in The Dungeon today. How does that sound?”

Kurt couldn’t help bouncing up eagerly in Sebastian’s lap at that. “Perfect, Sir.”

As his Dom moved about to get things ready for them, Kurt returned to the floor beside Blaine and leaned his head on the other sub’s shoulder. “I want you there too,” he admitted to a surprised Blaine.

It only took a second of their gazes locked for Blaine to understand. “You need to be in control again.”

Kurt nodded slowly.

“I can do that.” Blaine crawled over to his bedside table, grabbing something from one of the drawers before returning to his friend. He held out the object as an offering. “If you’d like, you can wear this today.”

It was his collar.

The one Kurt had given him when he’d claimed his sub status. He refused to let Blaine wear one of the Dalton-issue collars that always looked too clunky and plain. So instead, he’d found one made of soft leather in a rich tan color that had intricate scrollwork etched into it and brushed metal fastenings at the back. He would never admit to it, but he’d deliberated for hours over adding a metal tag with the name ‘honey’ engraved on it. That was always their default petname for each other.

Kurt watched as Blaine ran his fingers over the leather reverently. “You don’t mind?”

“I’d be honored if you wore it. You know how much it means to me.” Kurt definitely did. Blaine said once that it helped keep him sane, because no matter how many other Doms he served, he was always reminded of the one who truly owned him.

Kurt pecked Blaine on the mouth in gratitude and then looked up at his Dom. “Sir? Is it all right if I wear this?”

Sebastian had watched the entire exchange and nodded without a second thought. “Sure, baby.” He knew it would be important for Kurt to have the reassurance of Blaine’s collar during their scene, so he knelt down to fasten it around his pet’s throat. “And Blaine came come with us, too.”

“Thank you so much, Sir.”

——

Kurt wasn’t partial to leashes himself as a Dom, liking instead the feeling of trust he got whenever his subs followed him without needing the tether. But he couldn’t dispute the thrill of connection, of belonging, he felt anytime Sebastian tugged a little so that his collar pulled against his throat. It was a constant reminder that his Dom was right there on the other end of the line. They were linked.

They reached the room in short order and by then Wes, Thad, Nick and Blaine had caught up to them. Sebastian had asked Blaine to fetch them all because Wes was the only one who could get them access to the room and he needed Nick and Thad’s help for later.

“Mr. Walden said he’d mention this to the Dean, but he didn’t foresee any problems with us using the room to help Kurt. We have it as long as you need, Seb.” Wes accepted Sebastian’s nod of gratitude before unlocking the heavy, iron door and gesturing him and Kurt inside.

Kurt had to hold in a gasp once the room was revealed to him. He’d seen it before, of course, twice in training and once as a practicing Dom, but it took him by surprise now with his lower perspective as a sub. Really it was just one of the many play rooms at the academy intended for BDSM use. But it was the biggest and most elaborate, with black brick walls and iron shackles and an old world flare that had earned it the nickname ‘The Dungeon’.

Once they entered, Sebastian hung Kurt’s leash on one of the hooks on the wall with an order for him to stay and then went about getting things set up for them. Nick entered behind him with Blaine, who was now clad only in his boxer-briefs, and tugged the curly-haired boy along using the loose tie around his neck to a row of benches against one side of the room.

Kurt tracked them as they passed, smiling when Blaine purposefully brushed up against him in a show of sub solidarity. But his gaze was quickly brought back to his Dom when the taller man ordered him to strip while he adjusted some straps hanging from the ceiling. Kurt did as he was asked and folded his clothes in a neat pile near the wall before resuming his position on the floor. The cement was cold against his knees, but he pushed that minor irritation to the back of his mind and focused instead on watching the lean lines of Sebastian’s body stretch and pull as he moved.

When Sebastian had everything ready and began to strip himself, Kurt let out a sound of distress. He stopped and glanced down at his sub with a quirked eyebrow.

“Sir, please, may I?”

Sebastian considered him for a moment before beckoning him to join him at the center of the room. Kurt waited for Wes to unhook his leash from his collar and then hurried over to his Dom. He got shakily to his legs, not prepared to be fully upright so soon, and then plucked the next shirt button from Sebastian’s fingers to finish undressing him himself.

This was one of his favorite parts of being a sub. He loved taking care of his Doms and having time to watch as inch by inch their skin was exposed for viewing. Kurt licked his lips when Sebastian was finally naked and he was kneeling in front of him again, his head awfully close to the Dom’s semi-hard dick. He looked up as if asking permission to taste.

“No. Now’s not the time for that. Stand up.”

Once Kurt obeyed, Sebastian guided his body into position and asked him to raise both his arms over his head. He then shackled him to the two hanging straps nearby. Sebastian adjusted their width via the sliding tracks they were on and locked them into position once Kurt’s arms were splayed out in a V above him.

Sebastian disappeared from his view, then there was the flick of a switch and the gentle hum of a machine before Kurt suddenly felt a tug on both his wrists. He looked up and watched as the straps recoiled inch by inch until Kurt was dangling so his toes just barely grazed the ground below him and all his weight was on his wrists. He grunted at the effort and strained the muscles in his arms to get into as comfortable a position as he could. But he had to admit that the gentle pull and the weight of gravity pushing down on him was somehow comforting. It was so absolute.

He felt Sebastian come up behind him, stroking from his wrists down his flexed arms to his bunched shoulders. “Nothing for you to do, my pet. Nothing but hang there and take what I have to offer.”

Kurt whimpered.

“Mmmm,” Sebastian hummed happily. “Now I don’t want to spoil the surprise of what’s to come, so I’m going to blindfold you. I’ll leave it up to you if you’d also like a gag.”

It was a question of how much sensory deprivation Kurt wanted. No sight. No voice. If Sebastian was really in the mood, or more aptly, if Kurt said he really needed it, he could also ask for something to plug his ears. But he wanted to hear his Dom, needed the comfort of his words and his commands. And in the same way he wanted the freedom to beg and plead and show fealty to him. “No gag, please Sir. I-I want-“

“Yes? What do you want?”

“I want to beg for you.”

Sebastian groaned loudly in his ear, gripping his hips for support as he leaned into Kurt’s back. “God, pet, the things you say. I think you’re right. Would be a pity to silence that mouth.” So instead he just wrapped a thick black scarf around Kurt’s eyes.

Once it was firmly tied, he started to stroke Kurt’s body reverently, going down his sides where he was slightly ticklish and making Kurt squirm and then moan as his squirming pulled on his wrists. Sebastian traced his muscles and tendons and marveled at the flawless marble of his skin. Kurt was practically untouched by hair and so toned it was like feeling Michelangelo’s David in the flesh.

He teased Kurt’s erection, eliciting a few more moans from his sub, and swiped a finger along the slit to gather up his pre-come. Then, he brought his finger up to Kurt’s parted mouth. “Taste yourself.”

Kurt brought the digit into his mouth, licking at it and sucking eagerly, wantonly.

“That’s it. You’re such a little slut for this.”

Sebastian removed his finger, ignoring Kurt’s frustrated keen, and dragged both his hands down the sub’s front. He raked his nails as he went, lightly enough not to do anything more that awaken all of Kurt’s nerve-endings. Then he reached back up to pinch both of his nipples, already hard in the drafty room, and worried the beads teasingly in his fingers. When he pulled on them, Kurt’s sighs turned into nonsensical babbling as he arched his body into the touch, causing him to sway in the restraints.

Sebastian dragged one hand down to where Kurt’s cock was curved towards his stomach in need, wrapping around the stiff member to stroke once, twice. Kurt tried to match his rhythm, bucking his hips into his hand, but Sebastian was quick to let go and slap his hip. “I didn’t say you could move.” Kurt whimpered. “But, since you’re such greedy little slut, I expect you to stay hard for me, no matter what happens next.”

The words sent a shock of anticipation thrumming through Kurt’s system. His whole body instantly flexed and lifted him up a little further off the floor, pulling hard on his wrists. He strained his ears to hear any movement around him that might indicate what was coming, and that’s how he ended up hearing the snap of the whip before feeling its impact.

The tip of it was like a pinprick against his stomach, a targeted attack on one millimeter of flesh. He jerked back in his bonds upon impact, a strangled gasp torn from his throat. He hadn’t been expecting that.

But he was expecting the next. It didn’t land on his abdomen again, but on his right thigh. The sting was more prominent there and he hissed with the pain of it. But then Sebastian’s hand was back on his cock, dragging up once and then slowly down. His breath hitched in pleasure and the pain seemed the subside in his mind.

“Yes, please Sir. More.”

The next crack was against his pec, just barely grazing his left nipple and Kurt shouted out at the electric current that fired through his body with that. His breaths turned into pants and he found himself eagerly awaiting the next strike. It was like a finger of awareness, pressing one bundle of nerves at different points in his body and shooting arousal straight to his straining cock.

There were two more hits, one against his left oblique and another on his tender inner thigh. “Sir!” he screamed, his back bending backwards and his head falling to rest on Sebastian’s shoulder.

His Dom soothed the most recent welts with a tender hand. Kurt’s skin was red and slightly raised, but not broken or bleeding, and only a few of the marks would truly bruise. This was not their strongest whip. And for good reason. Sebastian could never bring himself to mar Kurt’s perfect porcelain skin too badly.

He pressed an open mouthed kiss at the juncture where Kurt’s neck met his shoulder, just under his borrowed collar, laving at the salty sweet skin and sucking sharply once to mark the area. “Too much?” he questioned softly.

He’d done D/s scenes with Kurt before, of course, most of the boys had at this point, and so he knew the brunet’s hard (and soft) limits. But today was a little bit different. Because it was less about him getting fulfillment as a Dom and more about taking care of his sub.

Kurt panted, rolling his head to butt temples with Sebastian. “N-no. Just… so… close.” He flicked his hips so his cock bounced.

“Oh, pet, I would never let Nick hurt that part of you.” Sebastian reached down and encircled Kurt with one hand, squeezing gently. “This is all mine.”

The whipping continued, with Sebastian fondling him and easing each hit either with his fingers or his mouth or a hot breath condensing on his skin.

Kurt was drowning in sensation, so much so that his body felt immaterial and all his brain could pick up were the parts of him flicked by the whip or the surge of his dick in Sebastian’s hand. He freely rode the thrill and pulse of sparking energy until he found himself coming with a yelp in spurts across the floor.

His body rocked back into Sebastian’s, his head finding that spot on his shoulder again to fall back on. Sebastian was right there to catch him, whispering praises in his ear and bringing him down from his overload of feeling.

“Such a good boy. So beautiful the way you take the whip. I could watch you like that for hours.” He pet Kurt’s disheveled hair and looked down the long stretch of his front to see all the blooming red marks the whip had left behind. He wrapped an arm around Kurt’s chest to hold them together in a sort of backwards hug for a moment. He could feel every inhale and exhale, their bodies synced as Kurt turned to liquid in his grasp.

Once a calm had settled and Sebastian felt Kurt was ready, he stood up a little straighter, kissing at Kurt’s rounded bicep. “Let’s move onto the next part, shall we?”

“The-there’s more, Sir?” Kurt’s eyes opened in disbelief, though his dick twitched in interest.

“Of course. I’m here to take care of you, baby. And you’re such a whore for taking my cock up your ass, I couldn’t deprive you of that now could I?”

Kurt blushed at the wording, but unconsciously clenched his hole in eager anticipation.

“Well, could I? Answer me.” Sebastian gripped his chin harshly.

“No, Sir. Of course not.”

“And why not?”

“Because-because I’m such a whore for your cock,” Kurt mumbled.

“Yes, that’s right.” Sebastian pulled back to adjust the length and width of the straps holding Kurt. “Let’s give your wrists a bit of a rest, shall we?”

He carefully lowered Kurt’s upper body until he was bent 90-degrees at the waist and his knees hit the ground, which was decidedly less cold and hard than Kurt remembered the concrete being before. He opened his eyes to see Thad had placed a thick work-out pad beneath them. Not only that, but there was a new metal bar hanging in front of face.

Sebastian guided Kurt’s hands to wrap around the bar and use it as a support beam. Kurt hung onto it gratefully for balance. His shoulders ached pleasantly from having been hung, but he knew he’d be feeling it even more the next day. As he rolled his shoulders to work out some of the soreness, he felt something cold against both of his knees.

“Now I’m going to stretch you a little. I want to see you wide open for me, baby.” Kurt glanced back to see Sebastian securing a spreader bar between his legs and grunted as he was pushed far enough apart that his hole was entirely exposed.

“How are you doing? Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kurt nodded.

“Good, ‘cause I’ve been looking forward to this,” Sebastian smirked lasciviously. He bent over Kurt for a moment to trace his hands down the other boy’s strong back, admiring how the muscles rippled under his touch, and stopped when he reached Kurt’s perfectly formed ass. He massaged the cheeks, grinning when Kurt groaned, then quickly moved his fingers to press at the rim of his entrance.

Sebastian reached down for the bottle of lube that Thad had left by his side earlier and put some on his fingers. When he moved back into position, he moaned at the sight before him. Kurt’s head was bowed, his back arched as little beads of sweat slipped down his spine, his ass was jutting up at just the right angle that Sebastian could clearly see from the dimples at the top down the cleft and under to where his balls hung between his parted thighs. In the middle of it all was the pink, puckered rim of his asshole.

Sebastian reached out to stroke the sensitive skin, watching as it clenched and unclenched involuntarily. He spread lube in circles around the ring, then dipped inside with his forefinger and wiggled. Kurt gasped and clamped down on the intrusion, but opened back up again as soon as he could stand it so Sebastian could press his entire finger inside.

Sebastian curled his finger and dragged it back out, purposefully pulling on the rim so he slipped in easier on the next thrust. He took his time prepping Kurt. He enjoyed watching as one, two, three of his fingers disappeared inside the other boy’s body, enveloped in tight heat and drawing the most exquisite of noises.

There was a moan as he built up a rhythm. A wail when he stroked his prostate. A whimper every time he pulled out until only the tips of his fingers stretched the rim open. And finally the begging started.

“Please, please Sir. Ungh-you… can you- oh god,” Kurt keened.

Sebastian raised himself up on his knees for better leverage and began pistoning his fingers faster. “Please what, pet?”

“Please, I want- need more.”

“More what?” Sebastian teased, pressing his pinky against Kurt’s entrance with his other fingers.

“N-no! I need- your cock, inside me. Now, please god now.” Kurt was pushing back into him, his body begging for it just as much as his mouth. Speaking of…

“In that case, I’ll need your help.” Sebastian stood up, removing his fingers with a lewd pop and came around so he was standing in front of Kurt. His dick was impressively hard, a generous amount pre-come dribbling down the side, and he pushed it up to Kurt’s closed mouth. “If you want my cock that badly, you’re gonna have to slick me up yourself.”

Kurt gazed up at him through his lashes. His face was flushed, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat, his arms shaking with the effort of holding onto the bar to stay upright. Keeping his eyes on his Dom, he moved forward to take his dick into his mouth.

The weight of it against his tongue felt like heaven and Kurt hummed around it as he licked the length. The richness of Sebastian’s musk flooded his taste buds and Kurt had to swallow quickly so the resulting saliva didn’t dribble out of his mouth.

He did everything he could to prep his Dom, and maybe a little more than necessary because he loved giving head so much. For instance, he may have pushed forward so far as to take Sebastian down his throat and then he might have swallowed around the tip of his cock to get his Dom to grip his hair just the way he liked it. There was also the added bonus of his collar pressing against his throat as it expanded, making it slightly harder to breath for just a moment.

After a few more very thorough swirls of Kurt’s tongue, Sebastian pulled out. “Enough, enough. Fuck, you’re good at that. And because you enjoyed that a bit too much, you dirty little cockslut, I think you get five lashings while I fuck you.”

Kurt thought to protest, but really, if he’d been left to his own devices he would’ve gone through with sucking Sebastian off and that is not what his Dom asked him to do. So he snapped his mouth shut and simply nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Count them.”

Sebastian disappeared behind him again and he could just barely see Nick in his peripheral vision get the whip ready. He hoped beyond hope it was the same one they used earlier that gave him so much pleasure and not one of the harder ones that elicited more pain. He was rarely in the mood for a true flogging. 

The first strike against his back made his entire body flinch in shock. The trail of fire it left behind suddenly brought his nerves back to high alert, adrenaline shooting through his system. With clenched teeth he gritted out, “One.”

And then, just before he could process the pain into pleasure and bask in it, Sebastian thrust inside him. He clenched his teeth for an entirely different reason then, as his Dom bottomed out in one smooth stroke.

The next strike of the whip licked along his side, almost tickling him, and he gasped as Sebastian rocked inside of him at the same time. “Two.” The pain wasn’t as bad this time, now that Kurt’s body was ready for it again, and he was quicker to find the pleasure underneath. His cock bobbed with the steady motion of Sebastian’s thrusts, hitting up into his stomach and smearing his own pre-come across his abs.

“Three!” he screamed, his voice shrill. His shoulders twitched at the attention they had just received and electricity radiated out from them down his arms. He gripped the bar in front of him harder, vibrating with pleasure-pain.

Sebastian hit his prostate on the next thrust and Kurt wasn’t sure anymore if he could last for all five hits of his punishment before climaxing. There was suddenly a hand tightly gripping the base of his dick. “No. Two more and then you can come, but don’t you dare come before that.”

Kurt whimpered helplessly. “Yes, yes of course. Fuck, Sir, it’s just- you feel- it all feels so… ungh- so good.”

Sebastian released his hold on Kurt’s cock to grip his hips instead and increased their rhythm. He watched as the whip sailed in front of him to prick at the middle of Kurt’s back and heard a breathless “four” as Kurt tried to keep up. The welts from these hits were a little brighter red and slightly more raised than the ones from before, which was intentional since they were meant as punishment. A little salve would ease them into nothing more than memories soon enough.

But for now, Sebastian admired them and grunted with effort as he rocked in and out and in and out and then shifted slightly higher so he could hit Kurt just there and make him gasp for air. Sometimes he thought he could find Kurt’s prostate from a mile away.

The last hit caught Kurt’s hip right where his ass formed into his back and he jerked forward. “Five!” he screamed, every muscle in his body flexing and his hole clenching tightly around Sebastian as he came in thick ropes beneath them.

“Good boy,” Sebastian praised as he quickly found his own release. It wasn’t hard to do after that glorious finish, especially with Kurt wrapped so tightly around him he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to separate himself. Not that he wanted to.

He slumped a little against his sub as they both floated through their aftershocks, but was sure to pick himself back up soon thereafter so he didn’t rest any of his weight fully on Kurt. He pulled out with a groan and made short work of tenderly cleaning Kurt’s rim and stomach, smoothing a cool cloth along the back of his neck underneath his collar and across forehead as well. Then, he unhooked the boy and cradled him as he lay him down on the mat.

He rested Kurt’s head in his lap and twined his fingers through his hair as he waited for his sub to come back to himself. “You’re amazing, pet, simply amazing.”

Kurt gazed up at him with sober eyes a minute later. “You are too, Sir.” He paused and emphasized, “Thank you.” They both knew it was for more than the orgasms.

“Anytime, baby.”

When Kurt gained some starch in his legs and could sit up again, he noticed for the first time that while he and Sebastian had finished, the others were still in progress. He’d been so inwardly focused the entire time, he’d completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room.

But there was Wes frotting with Thad up against the wall and Nick getting handsy with Blaine on the benches. He let his eyes wander away, taking stock of the room and appreciating the many toys and apparatuses that were around. The Dungeon literally had everything.

“Look at that.”

“Hmm?” Kurt questioned absentmindedly, still lost in his post-orgasmic haze and comparing the wrought iron of the cage in the corner to that of the headboard on the queen-sized bed nearby.

“Look.”

Kurt was surprised to hear Sebastian’s sharp voice suddenly coming from behind him. Before he could look up at his Dom, Sebastian yanked his hair back so he was forced to look across the room at their friends. Nick had Blaine kneeling in front of him now, his head bobbing as he serviced the other boy. A burn of discontent flared up in Kurt’s belly, but he tried to tamp it down.

“Tell me how it makes you feel.”

“What?” Kurt asked without thinking. He was confused and ready for everyone to be done so they could all cuddle together. Why was Sebastian still giving him orders? “Please, Sir,” Kurt begged, mostly for clarification.

“Not sir.” Sebastian pulled at Kurt’s hair until the other boy’s eyes started to tear up.

And that’s when the lightbulb flashed in Kurt’s mind. Oh. Oh. “Seb. Seb, please-“

“Please what? How does it make you feel?”

And Kurt looked again, but this time as a Dom. He watched as Nick pulled Blaine off of him and cupped his cheeks to bring him up for a kiss. Blaine’s back arched with the new angle, trying to reach his master and keep balance on his knees at the same time. When their kiss didn’t end quickly, Kurt felt a growl build up in his throat until he was almost snapping his jaw like a rapid dog.

“Kurt,” Sebastian demanded once more.

“Angry!” The brunet finally yelled. It was loud enough to startle the other boys in the room. Nick and Blaine broke apart and were staring at him with wide eyes. He saw Wesley and Thad turn in his direction as well from their place by the toys.

“And why does it make you angry,” Sebastian prompted in his ear. He hadn’t let go of his grip on Kurt’s hair, but Kurt had subconsciously started to raise up until he was upright on his knees.

Kurt locked eyes with Blaine, taking possession of liquid amber with his fierce gaze. “Because he’s mine,” he growled.

“Then go claim what’s yours.” Sebastian let go of him and stepped back so Kurt could stand up on his own. He watched the other boy take a moment to roll his shoulders back and breathe deeply as if letting the persona of Dom settle over him.

Kurt approached Blaine slowly, dangerously, a spark in his eye anytime he glanced up at Nick. The other Dom just smiled back, pet Blaine on the head one last time and nudged his shoulder as if giving him permission to leave his master unfulfilled in order to submit to Kurt.

Blaine, too subtly for anyone but the other sub in the room to notice, signaled to Thad to finish what he started. His friend dropped his chin in acknowledgement and immediately dropped to all fours to head over to Nick. Once the sub in him was reassured that his master wouldn’t be left wanting, Blaine turned his undivided attention to the Dom stalking him from the opposite side of the room. He slipped out from the protection of Nick’s legs and slowly started to crawl forward.

Kurt stopped in the middle of the room, his posture imperious. “Come here. Now.”

His orders were absolute and Blaine was quick to obey, nearly tripping over himself in his haste. Once he reached his Dom, he cowered down at his feet, his head fully bowed to the floor.

“Good boy.”

Much sooner than he anticipated, he felt a hand at the back of his neck, stroking the bare flesh below his hairline. Blaine shivered, not used to that part of him being so exposed. But then he heard the clink of metal and his heartbeat skyrocketed when he felt something warm and unyielding wrap around his neck.

“Thank you for letting me borrow this,” Kurt said gratefully as he secured Blaine’s collar back around his neck.

Blaine had to resist the urge to headbutt Kurt’s shin affectionately. His whole being suddenly felt lighter with the familiar weight of leather back where it belonged. And the fact that it was warm from Kurt’s own skin practically made him purr in pleasure.

“Now, look at me.”

Blaine snapped his head up, sitting back on his heels so he could clearly see Kurt’s face. It was sweaty and flushed and Blaine had to try very hard to keep his gaze locked on Kurt’s eyes and not the bead of moisture slipping down the center of his chest.

Kurt smiled at his fast response. He leaned down to card a hand through Blaine’s unruly curls and watched as his sub’s eyes closed happily at the attention. “Who am I?” he questioned with a hint of steel.

Blaine’s eyes opened tentatively. “Kurt?”

Kurt narrowed his gaze and gripped Blaine’s hair in a tighter grip, mirroring what Sebastian had done to him mere minutes before. He saw Blaine wince and asked again. “Who am I?”

“Sir. You are my Sir.”

“Correct. And what are you?”

Blaine’s eyes dilated, the tip of his pink tongue popping out to wet his suddenly dry lips. “Yours, Sir. I am yours.”

“Correct again.”