Dalton Sex Academy
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The Orientation Series
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July 3, 2013, 5:16 p.m.


Dalton Sex Academy

The Orientation

The Warblers welcome a new batch of recruits.


E - Words: 4,514 - Last Updated: Jul 03, 2013
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Categories: AU, PWP,
Tags: multiple partners,

Author's Notes: WARNING: BP. Multiple partners. D/s. Comeplay. Deep-throating.

"I wonder if he's nervous."

"Of course he's nervous. Everyone's nervous on judgment day."

"I wasn't," Blaine said while puffing out his chest.

"Well, you're not normal."

"No, I just knew what I wanted." He side-eyed Kurt, bumping into his side affectionately.

"I wasn't even here yet when you were enrolled."

"Ah, but I knew you'd find me eventually," Blaine whispered lowly into Kurt's ear, squeezing his hand.

Wes watched from his spot behind them, sharing a knowing look with David, and pretended he hadn't heard Blaine's touching words. Kurt and Blaine partnering off was the Warblers best kept secret - though the two made them work for it. They were anything but subtle with their public displays of affection.

The Warblers had all gathered together outside the doors to the Admissions Office. They weren't alone. In fact, most of the student body was loitering in the hallway, eager to catch a glimpse of the new recruits.

There were fifteen new boys this semester with the potential to be sorted into Care or Possession. The Dean had an uncanny ability of being able to tell where someone belonged just from their written application, so he was able to keep both departments relatively equal in size. In addition to The Warblers, there were another 51 boys in Possession and, in addition to The Canaries, there were 58 in Care.

Which meant that Possession was likely to get most of the newbies.

"Stop it. You're practically drooling." Kurt smacked the back of Sebastian's head when he started grinning too widely.

"But Kuuuuurt," Sebastian whined as obnoxiously as possible. Trent snickered nearby. "A pussy. A boypussy. He has to end up with us. Has. To."

Just saying the word out loud conjured up fantasy after fantasy in Kurt's mind. Boypussies were extremely rare and, while the boys had studied them in books and were well practiced with the female variety, there was an extra thrill that ran up all their spines at the idea of a boy with one. And apparently the Dean had found just such a boy.

"All right, all right, that's enough! Clear out!" Mrs. Cardinal called when she exited the office and noticed the crowd that had gathered. "We'll post designations after lunch, as always." She crossed her arms and stared hard at everyone until they slinked away.

Kurt was ready to join Nick and Jeff in the rec room to pass the time, but Blaine caught his hand before he could enter.

"Let's go back to my room... I-I have something for you."

——

David was gone when they got there, most likely still down in the commons with the rest of their friends. Kurt dropped onto the bed with a bounce while Blaine ducked into his closet. He came out a minute later with a hand cupped around the back of his neck sheepishly and the other hiding behind his back.

"So, I know we can't wear any visible jewelry with our uniforms unless it's a collar, but I found these the other day and couldn't help myself."

Kurt raised an intrigued eyebrow at the excited flush that bloomed across Blaine's cheeks, then watched as Blaine produced a small black jewelry box tied with a red ribbon.

"Happy Anniversary."

Kurt's eyes misted, because while he hadn't forgotten that today was the anniversary of the day he met Blaine singing in the choir room, he hadn't expected Blaine to get him anything. He should have, though, Blaine was always so sentimental.

He smiled gratefully at Blaine before carefully pulling the ribbon loose and snapping the lid open. Inside nested two matching bracelets made of dark wooden beads, each with a charm shaped like a puzzle piece hanging from them.

"Oh Blaine, they're perfect."

"You like them?"

Kurt just nodded his head, not trusting his wavering voice. Blaine smiled widely and plucked the bracelets from the box to slip them over their wrists. The beads knocked together with a pleasantly comforting sound as Blaine arranged them so the charms lined up. He linked the two puzzle pieces together, all the while Kurt looked on fondly at his impish expression.

"See? Together we make a whole," Blaine explained unnecessarily. Maybe he was a little nervous. Love was an emotion Kurt had helped him discover and he now lived in terror of it ever leaving him.

Kurt raised his bare hand to trail the tips of his fingers across Blaine's downturned cheek. Blaine lifted up at the touch, his anxious heart stilling in the calm of Kurt's all-consuming gaze.

"Then together we shall remain," Kurt whispered into his slightly parted mouth. They kissed until their lips tingled and minds melded and only moved from the bed when their stomachs reminded them it was lunchtime.

----

"Seb!" Kurt yelled in excitement as he burst through Sebastian's door two hours later.

"A little busy here, Hummel!" Sebastian grunted out. He was standing next to his bed and pounding Thad into his mattress. The other boy was at an awkward angle, facing down with his legs wrapped around Sebastian's thighs and his head smashed sideways into the comforter.

Kurt admired their form as he entered the room, Blaine sticking to the doorway behind him. "Well, hurry up!" he barked and slapped Sebastian's ass. Both Sebastian and Thad groaned upon impact. "They're posting the designations in the main hall in two minutes."

Sebastian's eyes widened impossibly large. He gripped tighter to Thad's hips and plunged into him faster and harder.

Kurt playfully sidled up right behind Sebastian. He slipped his forefinger in between the taller boy's flexed ass cheeks and dragged it down until he could press against Sebastian's puckered hole.

"Mmmf-" Sebastian stuttered in his rhythm, poking his ass out a little so the pressure of Kurt's finger was greater.

"Like that do you? Such a greedy little bastard," Kurt said conversationally before quirking his finger in order to press the tip of his knuckle into Sebastian. That was all his friend needed to come hot and fast and deep inside Thad. Kurt smirked, spanking Sebastian once more on his way out the door.

"Come on! We're going to be late."

——

The grand ballroom was at capacity with students and professors and staff. Chairs were placed in rows on either side of the room facing each other - one section for Care and one for Possession. Assemblies called for "true" attire, which meant whatever clothing or lack-thereof one felt their truest self in, as opposed to the creased slacks and pinstriped ties they had to wear for class. The majority of the student body wore the traditional Dalton uniform anyway, with a few sub collars peeking out from under their white starched shirts, and only a few shirtless, pants-less, tie-less, or clothes-less students sprinkled in the mix.

At the head of the room, where the senior faculty sat in between the two departments, Dean Thurgood called for attention with a gavel on the top of his podium. Wes flinched a fraction of an inch and Nick pinched his side teasingly. Wes and that gavel went way back.

"Warblers, Canaries, present!"

The two elite groups immediately filed away from their respective sides of the hall to line up side by side in front of the Dean's podium. Wes stood jerkily to lead his team, no one commenting on the fact that he was suddenly half-hard.

The Canaries were impeccably dressed, not a tie loose or blazer unbuttoned, and stood as one cohesive unit with straight backs and beaming smiles off to the right.

The Warblers, though equally perfect in form and posture, were a bit more mismatched on the left. They always presented naked and stood based on their tested designations – regardless of if they were claimed or not. The Doms stood tall, arms clasped behind their backs, mouths set in firm lines. The subs knelt in front of them, heads bowed, all wearing collars as well as even more restrictive bindings if they so desired. Kurt, being not only a trained Switch like the others but a designated Switch, sat primly on Blaine's back.

"These two teams represent the best that Dalton has to offer. To be among them is an honor and something each student here should strive towards. They are not only your champions of form, but heralds of what is to come and guardians of every boy that walks these distinguished halls."

Kurt sat a little straighter as the Dean continued on. It was nice to be so praised. He never tried to act elitist, so sometimes he forgot where he was or who he was and how he was viewed. Pride swelled in his chest from being reminded that he worked hard to not be just another escort. Dalton was more than a pretty face and fast hand, and the Warblers were even more than that. They were the ones sought after by the rich and famous, the powerful and discerning.

They did not disappoint.

The rest of the assembly passed with the usual fanfare. After talking Dalton up and inspiring the new recruits, Dean Thurgood introduced the staff and then asked for their help as he called forth each new student and announced their departmental placement. Sebastian and Jeff high-fived behind their backs when Hunter Clarington, the boy with the pussy, ended up in Possession.

Once all was said and done, everyone was released for the day and the Warblers and Canaries convened in the music room for their annual meet-and-greet. Meet-and-greet being a polite term for hazing - something the administration didn't frown upon, but did monitor. Four professors were posted at each wall of the music room to keep an eye on the proceedings and to make sure no one overstepped.

For the Warblers, hazing usually devolved into a massive group orgy with the veterans testing out the rookies and introducing them to their new, shared life. Wes always did an admirable job of finding a way to make everyone happy without scaring anyone off, since this was supposed to be further enticement to get the new students to audition to become one of them.

That being said, it didn't take long for Hunter to become the center of a circle-jerk session of admiring fans. Kurt would have felt worse if the boy didn't have a calculating gleam in his eye. He clearly liked being the center of attention. He spread his legs wider to prove it, squirting his second orgasm across Blaine's face and neck, who'd been licking him open for several long minutes. Kurt had to pull Blaine away when Hunter started whining as Blaine continued to suck at his oversensitive folds.

Sebastian patted Jeff's ass twice a few feet away, urging him forward. He nodded in Blaine's direction and instructed, "Lick it off him."

"Yes, Sir," Jeff said and dropped to his knees to crawl over towards Blaine. He wasn't in the mood to fight Sebastian's dominance, especially not about something he was eager to do.

Blaine mewled unhappily and reared back a little on his knees, but Kurt was right there to stop him. He snagged a handful of Blaine's hair and pulled so his neck was exposed and his chin pointed towards Jeff. Blaine looked up at his master pitifully.

"I know, honey, I know how you like it. You're such a little comeslut, aren't you?"

Blaine wasn't always that way, but this new boy tasted so good.

"Well you've already had your fill. Let Jeff have a taste." Blaine tried to lower his head in resignation, but Kurt tugged more harshly on the curls in his grasp. "Don't move."

The command was hard and deep and Blaine immediately went rigid. He watched from the bottom of his lids as Jeff moved in and started licking tentatively at his chin. It was kittenish and Blaine almost found himself purring in response. He waited through chin and ear and neck as Jeff started to become greedier, flattening his tongue for bigger tastes and sucking at Blaine's skin to remove every trace of come. Blaine found himself moaning unconsciously, his flaccid cock twitching against his leg in interest.

"Looks like he likes it," Sebastian snarked. Kurt wasn't sure at first if he meant Jeff liking Hunter's come or Blaine liking Jeff's tongue, but it seemed true either way.

Kurt was anxious for a taste himself, but became distracted by a new boy standing with the Canaries on the other side of the room. He had sandy blonde hair and a smile that didn't falter and he drew Kurt in in a way he hadn't been for a while.

Trent caught him looking and approached with curious eyes. "See something you like?"

"That one," Kurt indicated with his chin. "What's his name again?"

"Adam." Trent subtly caught the attention of his leader, gaining permission for what he knew Kurt wanted with secretive smiles and nods. "Greg says you can have a turn, if you'd like." Kurt nodded slowly without pulling his eyes from the man.

"Adam!" Trent beckoned with a hand, a broad look of welcoming on his face, slapping Adam jovially on the back once he arrived.

"Yes, Trent?"

He had an accent. Kurt cocked his head to the side in wonder, sharing an interested look with Blaine before staring back at bright green.

"This is Kurt, a member of the Warblers. He wanted to meet you." Trent slapped his back once more before departing, knowing he was leaving his recruit in good hands.

"Hi! I'm Adam. It's a pleasure." The hand he stuck out for a shake was firm and large when Kurt palmed it and soft at the tips. His skin was warm, inviting, just like the rest of him.

"A pleasure indeed, Adam," Kurt dragged the name out, testing it on his tongue. It rolled pleasantly into a hum that he carried into his first command, "Kneel."

"Excuse me?" Adam's bright smile faltered slightly. The nerves he'd been very good at hiding all through orientation made themselves known. Kurt didn't like the shiver of sudden fear and reached out to cup Adam's cheek soothingly.

"None of that, now." He waited until Adam calmed, then tried again. "I said kneel. That's an order."

Adam hesitated, his brain re-wiring itself. Kurt glanced again at Greg, then at Mr. Walden for final confirmation that he was allowed this, and they both nodded. Instincts were not just followed, but embraced at Dalton, and as long as they remained safe and sane, they could lead themselves down any path they decided on.

Adam didn't see the acknowledgements going on over his shoulder; he was too focused on the hand still cupping his cheek and the short dark-haired boy poised at Kurt's side like a shadow. There was an open friendliness in Blaine's expression that Adam related to and he found himself kneeling almost subconsciously. Blaine tracked him, following him down to the floor, placing one grounding hand on Kurt's calf.

"Blaine. Show him."

"Yes, Sir."

And Blaine did. He walked Adam through stroking Kurt to full hardness and scratching pleasant tingles up his thighs, accurately reading Adam's shaking hands as anxious but not scared. They shared the weight of Kurt's balls, rolling them with intertwined hands, and rubbed as one up his length. They stretched the skin over the head, stroked the seeping slit, and watched Kurt throw his head back and groan happily.

"Yessss, good, good boys."

Blaine preened, knowing the praise was mostly for him since Adam didn't identify as a sub... yet.

"The rest, Blaine, now," Kurt moaned with eyes clenched shut.

Adam raised his eyebrows up in question, his hands pausing uncertainly around Kurt.

Blaine leaned towards him for a soft kiss. It wasn't searching or demanding, more a hello and a thank you. He pushed at Adam's mouth with his own until the other man pushed back and just when Adam was falling deeper with open gasps and a questing tongue, Blaine pulled back and nudged him towards Kurt's twitching cock.

Adam took the hint and slid the flat of his tongue up the underside of Kurt's dick, Blaine shifting to curl around his back. He plastered their bodies together, skin to skin, and gripped Adam's hands to replace them on Kurt's flexed thighs. They rocked as one while Adam took Kurt fully into his mouth and began to bob back and forth, Blaine nuzzling behind Adam's ear and whispering encouragements to the novice.

Kurt, meanwhile, was transcendent above them. Something about Adam had called to him and he was glad he answered. He was so turned on he was feverish, sweat beading down his forehead and shivers destabilizing his legs. He had watched Blaine with Adam until his eyes blurred, then had to give up the alluring sight for the fireworks exploding behind his closed eyelids. It was almost too much, except that he felt tethered to this unnatural high and imagined he could remain at this peak without ever tipping over for the rest of his life.

"Hey, there," Sebastian's voice slammed into his ears like lightning and it wasn't until Kurt gasped and woke from his trance that he realized how he was teetering backwards. Sebastian caught him by standing so close that he had nowhere to fall. "You okay?"

"Seb," Kurt keened, unable to answer with anything more. He felt better than okay, but also shakier than ever. His hands, one each gripped in the hair of the boys below, clenched and unclenched uncertainly.

"Hey, I got you," Sebastian soothed. His hands settled at Kurt's hips, his eyes on Adam. "He's quite the charmer, eh?"

Kurt ignored him, words still failing him, his body undulating from Adam's push and pull into the hard line of Sebastian - Sebastian, whose cock was slick and wet and still hard as it found a home between Kurt's ass cheeks. It wasn't the familiar cool squelch of lube that Kurt rubbed against, either. Which meant that Sebastian had abandoned his turn with Hunter when he noticed Kurt faltering, his dick still coated in the slick juices of the boy's pussy.

Kurt released his hold on Adam's waves to wrap an arm up and around Sebastian's neck. He rocked more purposefully into the taller boy and let his head loll to the side so he could breathe in thick gulps of the musky scent gathered around his clavicle.

Sebastian jerked with a grunt, Kurt's eyes popping open momentarily with it. "Thad?" he called out. His voice was thin, almost sleepy, in his state of suspended arousal. He let his other hand slip from Blaine to search back and to the right. He smiled when Thad arched into his reach, knowing from his position that he most likely just nibbled Sebastian's ass.

"I'm here, Sir," came Thad's timid voice. He kissed Kurt's palm sweetly. Kurt smiled to himself and floated a little longer in the middle of a very elaborate sandwich, until-

"B-Blaine," Kurt gasped. Blaine looked up from where he'd rested his head against Adam's back. He recognized Kurt's tone and with one glance at how debauched his master was, he knew what he needed.

He eased his hand off Adam's dick, where he'd been leisurely playing, and slid both palms up his smooth chest to pull him backwards.

Adam held firm for a minute, sucking harder to stay where he was. Blaine bit down gently at the juncture of his neck and shoulder to show his insistence and then pulled back harder. Adam finally popped off with a whine and fell into Blaine's arms.

"Why? Was I doing something wrong?"

Blaine observed the new boy. Seeing exactly what Kurt had first seen in the eager blond. He was one of those that straddled the line between Care and Submission - so eager to please.

"No," Blaine reassured. He gently nudged the older boy to sit at his side and took up position in front of Kurt. "He doesn't want to take liberties with you on your first day."

"Liberties?"

But Blaine couldn't clarify, as he was already shifting his attention up, witnessing Sebastian cradle Kurt in his arms while keeping him high on sensation with fingers circling nipples and lips caressing the marked skin of his neck. He loved watching them play with each other almost as much as he loved when they played with him.

"Sir," Blaine prompted, not wanting to take initiative in case Kurt wasn't ready for him. He felt a hand grab for his and glanced down briefly to see Thad smiling at him from where he was leaning his cheek on Sebastian's thigh. He smiled back, sharing a moment of sub solidarity.

Kurt awoke above them with a drawn out moan. He gripped Blaine tightly by his hair and shoved him towards his cock.

Blaine was expecting the move, so his mouth was already open, his free hand already guiding Kurt. He took a quick, deep breath before being plunged down hard, knowing he wouldn't get much air in through his nose for the next little while. He didn't even think before relaxing his throat, so Kurt sank all the way across his tongue and beyond. Kurt held Blaine there, thrusting shallowly and shuddering when Blaine swallowed around him.

"Yes, fuck hnnnngh..."

Adam watched with sudden understanding. He was now very grateful that Kurt hadn't asked this of him, never having deep-throated before. He sat back, thoughtful, watching the four men before him all intertwined with a singular, unspoken purpose. There was beauty in the sight, not just lust, though he did have to take himself in hand to help with the latter. He imagined he'd miss this when he studied almost exclusively with the Canaries in Care.

"Think you can wait a little longer?" Sebastian's voice was poison in Kurt's ear.

Blaine heard and managed to close his throat under the guise of swallowing so that Kurt was pushed out a little and making shorter thrusts. He knew that Kurt wouldn't be able to keep going if he was that far deep.

"I-I... Sebastian," Kurt keened. It was more than the usual kind of sound that implied yesmorepleasegodyes, instead a true beg that meant his body was too far gone for his admirable will to stop it from coming. Kurt was known for his ability to stave off orgasm when denied, but he wasn't sure he could this time. He slowed his movements to give himself time to try to find that peaceful plane of ecstasy that he'd been hovering on before.

"Please, no, I don't think- ungggh- fuck, I ca-can't-" Kurt squinted his eyes tightly closed, but no amount of zen imagery could hold off what he felt shooting up from the souls of his feet and down from the tops of his shoulders.

Sebastian continued to rock into him, the head of his cock popping up out of the top of Kurt's ass cheeks and sliding past his hole on the way down. Hunter's come mixed with Sebastian's pre-come and dribbled down Kurt's leg.

"Ok... what about another round?"

He ran his hands down Kurt's front and scratched at his thighs before grabbing Blaine's head and snapping his hips to shove Kurt as far down his throat as possible. Blaine grabbed hard at Kurt's leg to center himself, making impressions in pale skin with the pads of his fingers, his other hand squeezed sympathetically by Thad.

Kurt quickly stopped trying to find his way up into the clouds where pinpricks of sensation couldn't touch him and slammed back down into reality with a flush of come down Blaine's throat.

"Oh shit-" He bit his tongue from the intensity of his orgasm. His head felt fuzzy from the sudden blood rush. The muscles beneath his skin shivered with relief.

Sebastian didn't give him a chance to breathe.

"Blaine, on all fours. There. Now." He pointed at the floor a few feet from where they stood. Blaine was gasping, leaning back on his hands, almost accidentally leaning back onto Adam as well. He looked well and truly whipped when he glanced up to catch Sebastian's order, but he obediently rolled over and crawled to the place Sebastian had indicated.

Adam was about to follow, his eyes and mouth wide open in bafflement that what Blaine had endured wasn't enough, but then Trent called to him.

"Adam! We're going to do some ice breakers. Can you come back here, please?"

Adam regarded the dozen or so Canaries, still mostly clothed and still mostly talking, only a few debauched on the couch with one another. Then, he turned back around to observe the Warblers. The main group in the background had fallen into chaos in an unidentifiable tangle of limbs, two or three boys separated out to grind each other against the wall.

And then he focused closer, to the quad moving on to round two next to him. Sebastian had bent Kurt over Blaine so his hands were pressed into the sub's back and was slamming into him from behind. Thad had crawled beneath them all, alternating between kissing Blaine and petting Kurt's heaving chest. Adam could see Kurt's cock straining to get hard for the second time while it jerked back and forth between his legs from Sebastian's harsh movements.

He wanted to be a part of that. He wanted to insert himself in the mix and take Kurt in until he found release – not from Blaine's throat, but from Adam's thighs. He wanted to know what it was like to be synced with not just a single lover as he was guaranteed in Care, but with multiple.

He caught Trent's gaze again and the boy's cheeks dimpled with a knowing smile.

"Go," he mouthed, then turned to return to his circle of Canaries.

Adam floundered for a moment, his split-second decision feeling too impulsive. He shuffled cautiously forward on his knees to reach Blaine's side. Blaine grinned in the same way as Trent, nodding to himself before returning his focus to the ground as he continued to take both Kurt and Sebastian's weight. Adam laid a hand softly on his back.

"A-Adam," Kurt grunted above him.

Adam removed his gaze from where he'd been watching Kurt's fingers digging into the muscles of Blaine's back. He had been surreptitiously inching his hand over to cover them.

Kurt was sweaty and flushed, almost the complete opposite as when he first introduced himself to Adam not too long ago. Moisture beaded on his forehead and gathered in drops that splashed down onto Blaine. On Sebastian's next thrust, Kurt forced open his eyes to see Adam fully.

They shared a moment. One second amidst the maelstrom when sound and sensation ceased. And then out of the abyss, came Kurt's voice.

"Welcome to the Warblers."


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