Author's Note:

I don't own Glee. (Just covering my bases.)

Hey everyone. So this fiction will contain possible rape, BDSM themes, hardcore rough sex, and life domination along with submission and other things that may make people uncomfortable or be triggering. I am only going to say this once but this will be the only warning I will post on my fanfiction about it's contents. I think giving warnings ruins the surprize of the moment. I know that I personally don't want to be told what's going to happen in a story before I read it so I'm not going to provide you guys with spoilers to my own story. If anything mentioned above would make you uncomfortable or be triggering than please for your own safety don't read this fiction. Don't say I didn't warn you. There are plenty of fluffy fictions out there for you. And this isn't one of them. With that being said feel free to enjoy.

-Raven

-~Ravage~-

Chapter 1 Telephone

A knock sounds at the door which makes Blaine look up from his location at his keyboard. He hears shuffling outside the door and sighs. He had told Wes and David tonight wasn't a good night to go out, but they never listen; granted with Blaine it is never a good time. Blaine was an unclaimed submissive and because he was over the age of consent any dominant could force himself onto Blaine and claim him. He didn't want to go out, but because his friends were at the door Blaine decided it would be a good idea to answer it. The old wooden floor boards in Blaine's small apartment creaked under his feet as he made his way to the door and double checked through the peep-hole to make sure it actually was Wes and David at the door. He finally undoes the lock and lets his two friends in; who are obviously dressed to go to a club, but this must be a really different kind of club.

"You two sure look… different than usual…" Blaine commented on their clothing as he closed and relocked the door. Usually the two dressed in jeans and tight shirts to go out, but tonight their attire was radically different.

"We wanted to try going somewhere new tonight." Wes said as he looks David up and down with a teasing smile.

"It was all his idea." David says in his own defense. Even though David was the dominant in the relationship he spoiled Wes and the submissive generally received whatever he wanted. "He had read earlier on the internet about a new fetish club that opened up and apparently it has gotten good reviews. He wants to go for some damn reason and somehow got me into this." He then motions to the tight leather pants and black fishnet shirt he was clad in. "I swear to you this wasn't what I had expected when he 'invited me out' tonight." However, after that statement, David quickly flipped his expression into something rather frightening for Blaine to be on the receiving end of. "So if I have to go out looking like I belong in a BDSM porno I expect you to do so as well—because that is what friends do. They back each other up… no matter what the situation."

Blaine couldn't believe David was invoking the old Warbler pact in their friendship. When they were younger and attending Dalton Academy the pact was that if one of them had a crazy idea they all had to participate in said idea. And none of them had brought it up recently so David must be really desperate. Blaine looks longingly at his keyboard and the composition papers scattered around it. He knows he has to write more for his upcoming conducting class, but Blaine knew David's pleading eyes would get the better of his judgment.

"Fine. I will go with you guys. But I definitely don't have anything that looks even vaguely similar to what you two are wearing. Leather isn't exactly my cup of tea." Blaine replies with a chuckle. With these words Wes smirks.

"Oh don't worry Blaine. I've got you covered." Blaine saw him holding out a black shopping bag that looks like it came from somewhere rather expensive; to top it off the bag had "Bondage Boutique" printed on it in an impressive metallic-silver cursive script. Blaine looked back and forth between Wes, David and the seemingly innocent bag several times before snatching it out of Wes's hand.

"Am I going to regret this?" Blaine questioned Wes. And of course Wes promptly responded with a "No of course not." But that didn't stop David from nodding vigorously behind Wes. 'Shit I'm screwed' Blaine thought to himself.

"I have a sinking feeling this outfit is going to be a lot more adventurous than I want it to be." Blaine said with apprehension, but none the less he headed for his bedroom. Once safely inside the confines of his room he pulled out the contents of the bag and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. Laid out on his bed were a pair of loose fitting leather pants that had a red strip down the sides of the legs and some strange strappy thing that he had no idea how to get of his body, or where it was even supposed to go. Blaine quickly put on the pants and grabbed a pair of nice leather boots he already owned and pulled them both on. He then walked back into the living area of the apartment to find Wes and David sitting there casually chatting on his couch like what they were planning to do tonight wasn't weird at all.

"Hey Wes where's the shirt to this ensemble? And what the hell is this?" Blaine said referencing the strange straps that were in in his hands. David burst out laughing and had to wipe the corner of his eyes.

"You drew the short end of the stick man. One of us was going to have to wear that and I am so fucking glad it wasn't me." David continued to laugh before Wes slapped the back of his head.

"Blaine that is the shirt." Wes stated with a straight face. Blaine's eyebrows practically shot up to his hairline.

"You expect me to go out clubbing with this belt as a shirt? You have got to be joking." Blaine wasn't even sure if those words were enough to express his complete disbelief. Wes didn't respond to Blaine. Instead he got up and took the straps from Blaine and proceeded to fasten them to Blaine's torso. The thing that Wes was claiming to be a shirt had two leather studded straps that went over his shoulders and wrapped around to the front of Blaine's toned torso to hook onto a ring in the center of his sternum. Another strap went around his ribcage and hooked onto the ring as well. And that was it. No fabric, no fishnet, no nothing. Blaine just allows himself to stand there. Shocked that someone actually took the time to design this piece of clothing, if you can even call it that. "If we are going to actually do this can we just get moving?" Blaine said as he grabbed his leather jacket off of the back of his couch; with normal outfit the leather jacket was a nice touch; with this outfit it saved all that was left of his dignity. 'Damn I am going to need to drink a lot tonight to forget about this.'

-~Ravage~-

The trio arrived at the fetish club and all of a sudden Blaine didn't feel self-conscious as he checked his coat, because most the people in the club looked similar to him, if not more scantily clad.

"Wes what the hell were you thinking bringing us here?" Blaine swore harshly at his friend. The clubs name was enough to put Blaine off; Ravage was hardly the name of a club he would actually patronize. "This isn't just any club Wes!" Blaine yelled. Even with his yelling at Wes it would be hard for him to hear Blaine because the music was so loud— pounding and throbbing up through the soles of their shoes and into their beings. Everyone there was dressed in leather and latex; some people were parts of couples, some were kneeling at other's feet, some people were making-out, some people were dancing, and some people were performing unspeakable deeds in public. While Blaine did feel really uncomfortable with what was happening at this club there were people that would occasionally doms that would catch his eye, but Blaine wasn't in the market. Certain dominants always moved with a grace and poise that made them look dignified—even in a place like this. Wes finally felt like he should respond to Blaine's statements and he did so simply with a shrug. He didn't really have much to say. Besides, he was already well on his way to intoxicated, guzzling vodka and other drinks like he was being paid to taste test them.

Blaine was so wrapped up in his own world and thoughts that he didn't notice someone gliding towards him from across the dance floor. It wasn't until the Dom was practically on top of him and David elbowed Blaine in his exposed ribs that he took notice of the other man. But once he took notice of the taller man staring down on him he drank in the sight like a water deprived prisoner of war. Blaine had always said he didn't need a Dom; even though remaining unclaimed was dangerous, but in the presence of this man looking down at him he felt his natural submissiveness rise up inside of him. The man was wearing leather jeans so tight they could have been painted on his body with a handsome pair of black boots that went up half-way up his calves. Blaine's eyes moved upwards over the other man's body to find a satin black dress shirt draped off his frame, unbuttoned half way revealing a pale, toned chest with the cursive D marking showed he was a dominant. Blaine suddenly felt very aware and conscious of the S marking on his chest that revealed his status as a submissive. Finally Blaine's eyes admired the man's face in awe at what he saw; a perfectly unmarred complexion, high cheekbones, plush looking lips, a dangerous yet commanding smile, sandy brown perfectly coifed hair, and piercing blue eyes that caught his own hazel ones and held him hostage.

"Dance with me." A higher than expected, but still smooth, confident voice caressed Blaine's ears. It didn't even sound like a question. The man asking knew that Blaine wouldn't refuse. Blaine looked back at David as the man was slowly backing away confident Blaine would follow suit. David gave him a wave ushering him onward and Blaine nodded at his friends before following the mysterious man into the throng of people desperately grinding against each other. Blaine immediately fell into the other man's arms as they danced with each other. The curly haired man already had a couple of drinks in him and everything around him was foreign, including the gorgeous man in front of him. The same velvety voice enticed him yet again, "And what might your name be pet?" Blaine was slightly taken aback. He wasn't anyone's pet. He wanted to remain unclaimed, or he might be forced to drop out of school.

He said back snapped out of his daze when he heard the word "pet" feeling like this Dom could put him in danger of being claimed. He immediately needed to reply with something that made it obvious he wasn't in the market. "My name is Blaine. However, I'm not sure who you think you are, because I am no one's pet. How do people address you Sir?" He said that last line with venom in his words, but the other man paid them no mind.

"You may call me Porcelain." Blaine thought it was odd that Porcelain wouldn't give out his real name. But it didn't bother him too much when the taller man kept pulling Blaine against him and creating a delicious friction between them. "You are new here I assume?" Porcelain spoke seductively into his ear before giving it a gentle flick with his tongue. Blaine managed to nod in response.

"Yes I am new here." Porcelain smiled revealing those perfect teeth again and then took Blaine's lips in a passionate kiss. The taller man's experienced tongue pushed into Blaine's mouth wrestling for control, but porcelain easily owned Blaine in the deep kiss. "Are you looking for a Dom handsome?" Porcelain questioned Blaine. The curly haired man looked at Porcelain and blatantly ignored the question. 'Did I not make myself clear enough to this guy?' Blaine didn't respond for several seconds and Porcelain smirked— with that the taller man, just as easily as he had approached Blaine earlier, left him— alone in the writhing mass of people.

Blaine eventually made his way back to the bar where David was casually flirting with the bartender and Wes was all over the place; touching David, and touching strangers.

"David I think it is time to take Wes home, or at least to my place." Blaine said placing a hand on Wes to steady him on the stool. Rather quickly Wes's hands began to wander Blaine's body and play with the ring on his chest.

"You look so good Blaine." Wes drawled out. When the other boy started playing with the zipper on Blaine's pants he quickly slid his arm under Wes's and picked him up.

"David you take care of the Wes's tab. I'll meet you at the door." Blaine half carried, half dragged a heavily liquored Wes to the door and got all three of their coats. As the two were waiting for David Blaine thought about Kurt tonight. He was the most handsome man he had seen in what he believed to be his entire life. Blaine scanned the crowd at the club looking to see if he could catch a glimpse of the pale beauty and when he did he felt himself get uncomfortable in his pants. Porcelain had his mouth over a random man's neck, and said man was straddling Porcelain— wantonly grinding against the man he was on top of. Porcelain's eyes were closed but as soon as his eyes opened they held Blaine's gaze. Porcelain pulled away from the man's neck with a long hard suck knowing he would leave a mark on the submissive. Still holding Blaine's gaze he proceeded to harshly bite the pulse point on the neck of the man situated on his lap; and the scene continued until David suddenly gripped Blaine's shoulder and took Wes from him. Finally all three of them left Ravage, but Blaine wasn't so sure if he took his mind with him. What he had seen Porcelain turned him on and made him long to be a submissive. The urges he had suppressed for years were coming back with a brutal force.

-~Ravage~-

As soon as they had gotten back to Blaine's apartment Wes passed out on the couch. David then climbed onto the couch with Wes after talking to Blaine for a few minutes and both boys deciding it was too late, and they were too intoxicated to return to their own apartment. After stripping out of his leather clothing Blaine finally climbed into his own bed and slide between the cool sheets clad in nothing but a pair of black and red boxers. After staring at the ceiling for a countless number of minutes sleep still eluded him. Blaine's mind was filled with questions about what would happen to him if a dominant forced himself on Blaine and claimed him. Would he ever get to produce music if he was scared to go outside because he was unclaimed?

-~Ravage~-