A/N: So, this was originally written for a GKM prompt I saw, but it had been a while since I saw when I started writing. The idea kept festering in the back of my head until I had no choice but to put it on paper, but then I went back and read the prompt again and it ends up it calls for Blaine having a boypussy, and that's why Kurt likes him so much, but I already had over 4,000 words of this written, and I also don't know how to write Bp! or pussy of any kind (I'm a gay porn writer, what do you expect). So it is no longer a fill for that prompt, but I'm still posting it, because I really like it.

A/N2: Update on my other stories, I have about half a chapter written for TTICD, Icy Love, and It's Just a Job, so be on the look out for those in the next week or so, and enjoy.

Warnings: Slavery, Dubcon (Klaine), elements/talk of noncon (Klaine and other, multiple orgasms, BDSM elements that will get stronger as the story progresses, (they're not much farther than Blaine calling Kurt Master in this part), Blam friendship, possessive!Kurt, biting, anal, handjob, dirty talk, I think that's it.

Word Count: ~5,000 (Incredibly long first chapter guys)

It was an unspoken rule that you're not supposed to get attached to your slave. Slaves came from the families that couldn't pay their taxes, so their children were taken instead. If you had a slave you obviously royalty and were better than them. They were not worthy to be touched by royal hands unless they were being fucked or punished.

But as long as there had been this rule, there had also been princes and princesses who cared about a slave. Generally only one, and they all had the same thing in common. Those slaves held their virginity. They had been the first person their master had touched intimately and because of that an almost unbreakable bond was forged between master and slave.

—

There was a countrywide law that required a special tax on every member of the royal family's birthday. In the village of Lima they counted themselves lucky (though guiltily so) that the queen had only produced one child before her death and that the king had never wanted to remarry.

The low number of taxing days did not, however, help the Anderson family, and that was how Blaine found himself being dragged from his house on the prince's 18th birthday while his brother held his sobbing mother.

He grunted in pain as the men shoved him in the back of the truck with a few other shivering boys and girls. He sat up slowly, only to be jolted to the side again when the engine started and the truck jolted forward. A steadying hand on his shoulder helped him to not fall completely out.

He shook himself off and then looked to the person who had helped him. A boy about his age, with shaggy blonde hair and gigantic lips. He was handsome and Blaine suddenly didn't care that he was now a slave, as long as he got to look at this boy for the rest of his life, he could be fine.

"Sam Evans," the boy said, sticking his hand out.

Blaine blinked owlishly, coming out of his daze, "Um… Blaine Anderson," he shook it, blushing a little at the feeling of the boys warm hand against his, even if it was kind of sweaty and a little gross.

"You'd think they'd be more careful with us," he muttered, "since we're going to be working for them, we kind of need to be physically okay."

Blaine shrugged, looking away at the roads rushing past them, "They probably have so many slaves they don't even care anymore. We'll be one among thousands, who cares if we get a little scraped up."

Sam nodded, "Not how I expected to spend my day."

Blaine laughed, "I knew we didn't have the money, I figured either my brother or I would get taken, makes sense my dad would vote for it to be me."

Sam raised an eyebrow at him.

"My dad doesn't exactly approve of my… sexuality," he said quietly, "and what he says goes, no matter how much mom hates it and Coop tries to fight with him."

Sam sighed, "Well, if anything, there should be no homophobes in the castle, with the prince and all…"

Blaine nodded. He, like everyone else in the city, knew that they were incredibly lucky when it came to the royal family. They had one of the lowest city taxes out of the entire country, and it was the bare minimum the king could enact and still keep the city running. They tried to help out the poorer families as much as they could through private companies, because by country law they were prohibited from using federal funds to aid them.

They still had slaves though, and no one knew what the king's and prince's stance were on the subject of slavery, whether they had them because they had to, or if they had them because they wanted them. No one saw the Hummel's slaves, once they were in the castle they stayed there for good, so no one knew how they treated them. Blaine just hoped they would treat them like human beings, rather than how he saw some slaves brought in from other cities being treated, forced to crawl, and called disgusting names by their masters. Blaine shuddered at the thought that that might happen to him.

They came to an abrupt stop behind the palace and Blaine threw his arm out and grabbed onto Sam for balance. Sam gripped him back, shooting him a nervous smile before the men came around the back, ordering them to climb out of the back of the truck and into a small, white, hospital looking room.

"Strip," a tall man with black hair ordered them and all the newly acquired slaves glanced around in trepidation, "Now," he barked, snapping a whip in the air. They all flinched and scrambled to comply, shucking off their clothes and tossing them in a pile on the ground.

Blaine straightened back up after slipping out of his underwear to see a bald man at the end examining one of the girls. He was inspecting her hands and asked her a question that Blaine couldn't hear. She whimpered out a response and he nodded. "Cook," he announced and one of the other men thrust some type of uniform at her before leading her away.

He continued down the line of slaves, examining each in turn before barking out an assignment and moving on. He squeezed on girls wide hips and declared her a breeder. Blaine shuddered and prayed he didn't get that job. Sam seemed to be contemplating it when the man stopped at him.

"You look like a dancer," the man stated.

Sam shrugged, "I just dance around the house sometimes."

"You any good."

"My girlfriends all seemed to have enjoyed it," Sam smirked.

"Entertainment," the man declared and Sam left, shooting Blaine an encouraging smile over his shoulder.

The man looked down at Blaine and gripped his chin, twisting it from side to side, examining his featured. Blaine kept his back straight, glaring at the man defiantly. He laughed, "You'll learn your place soon enough."

He ran his hands down Blaine's chest, tweaking his nipples as he went, causing the young boy to jump. He prodded at the small bit of fat on Blaine's stomach before tracing down his pelvic muscles and grasping his cock. Blaine gasped, squirming a little under the touch but the man just gripped tighter, squatting down. He gave Blaine a few strokes, and Blaine felt himself growing hard under the rough stimulation. Blaine swallowed dryly, a flush tinting his cheeks in humiliation. He grabbed Blaine's balls roughly, tugging on them, and examining Blaine's genitals closely. He finally dropped them and felt over Blaine's legs before standing.

"Nice, strong body, undamaged, without too much muscle. Very handsome features, responsive, and naturally submissive, though he is fighting it," he paused for a minute, tapping a finger against his chin.

"Sex slave?" one of the other men suggested, and Blaine looked at him with wide terrified eyes.

"No… well, not for public use at least. I think I've found myself a present for the prince."

—

Blaine was handed a pair of incredibly tight black boxer briefs and then locked in a small room down the hall. He put them on, shivering against the cold draft and wishing for more clothes, but betting he wouldn't be getting them any time soon. There was a chair in the corner, but it looked dirty, so he opted to stand, pacing the floor and rubbing his arms to keep warm.

"Sex slave," he muttered to himself. He never knew being handsome would be a curse. At least he was only to be used by the prince… unless he wanted to share him. Blaine hoped the prince wouldn't do that.

He ran a hand through his curls, trying to fend off the impending freak out. He was going to lose his virginity. Probably tonight, and to a man he had never met. He didn't even know what the prince looked like. What if he was big, and buff, and scary, and absolutely massive compared to Blaine? He'd probably be able to hold Blaine down with a finger and make him take it. He'd seen the king, and he was no small man. His son was probably exactly like him. Blaine shuddered, his breath hitching.

He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, trying to muffled the sobs that were cracking from his throat. He fell to his knees, curling in on himself. He didn't want this. He didn't want to have sex with the prince. He didn't want to have sex with anyone. He wanted to go home.

The door swung open and Blaine jumped, looking up at the bald man from the examination with blurry, tear filled eyes. "Up," he barked, and Blaine scrambled to his feet without a thought. The man locked a thick black collar around his neck before hooking a chain to it and using it to drag Blaine from the room without a word. Blaine stumbled after him, losing his balance and hitting his knees.

The man sighed and looked down at him, Blaine started to get back up but the man put a firm hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. "Since you're already down there, you might as well crawl.

Blaine gaped up at him and started to protest but the man turned away and started walking again, yanking on the chain around Blaine's neck. Blaine grunted and scrambled forward on hands and knees as quickly as he could, struggling to keep up with the man's long legs.

The man led him down a long hall, and Blaine blushed as they passed other slaves going about their duties, but none of them even batted an eye at Blaine being dragged around like a dog. Finally they reached a large set of doors and Blaine could hear voices behind them. The man pushed them open and pulled Blaine inside.

The room was filled to the brim with people, dancing, and eating, and talking. There were a few boys and girls on the ground like him, wearing various levels of clothes, from barely there panties to full suits and cocktail dresses. Blaine tried to avoid running into people, but there were so many and the man was walking too fast for him to properly swerve around them, his dexterity limited when on all fours.

Most of the people ignored him, a few leered at him, raking their eyes over his body. He trembled, and sighed in relief when they finally hit the back of the room where there were no people. The man stopped and Blaine sat back on his heels to catch his breath, bringing a hand up to adjust the collar around his neck. Blaine looked around, taking in his surroundings. There was a large stack of presents to his right, and Blaine blushed when he realized he was one of them. There was platform a few feet away with three thrones on it, but only one was filled, by a boy a few years older than him who was smiling brightly at the festivities surrounding him.

He was tall and thin, but Blaine could see he had strong arms. His face was elvish in shape with a strong jaw line that Blaine had a sudden urge to trace with his tongue. His eyes were bright and happy and his hair was swooped off his head in an elegant coiff. That had to be the prince, Blaine realized with a start and then the man was dragging him forward again and right to the feet of that beautiful boy.

"Carmichael!" the boy said, his voice high and bright.

"Good evening, your highness," the man, Carmichael, replied, bowing, "I hope your birthday is going well."

"Oh it is," he nodded, and then his eyes travelled down to Blaine. Blaine blushed and lowered his eyes to the floor, "what's this, Carmichael, finally taken a pet for your own?" he whispered mischievously and Blaine shivered. He'd rather be a breeder than be owned by the man currently holding his chain.

"Oh no, your highness. He's a present. For you."

The prince was silent and Blaine shrunk in on himself. The prince didn't like him. The prince didn't want him. God, he was going to be passed around at parties like this. He could be passed around at this party. Tears welled in his eyes.

He felt a soft hand on his chin, urging him to look up and he did. The prince's eyes were beautiful and for a moment he found himself lost in the swirling blues and green. The prince cocked his head to the side, lifting his other hand to wipe away a tear that had leaked from the corner of Blaine's eyes.

"What's you're name?" he asked.

Blaine blinked, surprised at being addressed, "B-Blaine," he said, his voice hoarse. Carmichael kicked him once and Blaine winced adding, "your-your highness," quickly.

"No," the prince said, and Blaine froze, closing his eyes tight, his bottom lip quivering. He knew that slave owners commonly changed their slave's names. Generally to something derogatory. Just another way of showing that they were less than them, less than human. But the prince surprised him, "Don't call me your highness…" he paused, contemplating, "call me Master."

Blaine blinked up at him, mouth opening and closing silently. The prince waited for him to wrap his head around it and reply. Finally Blaine nodded and muttered out a small, "Yes, Master."

The prince smiled, threading his fingers in Blaine's hair and scratching his scalp gently. Blaine hummed, his eyes fluttering shut. "Good boy," the prince purred at him and a strange feeling washed over Blaine. It was… pleasant. It was good, he felt like he'd succeeded, done something right.

"Thank you, Carmichael," the prince returned his attention to the other man, "he's perfect."

"You're welcome, Prince Kurt," Carmichael handed Kurt the chain and bowed again before he left.

"C'mere," Kurt hummed, tugging on Blaine's hair. Blaine looked up at him questioningly before realizing the Kurt was motioning for him to kneel beside his throne, rather than in front of it. He shuffled into position and Kurt pulled his head until Blaine's cheek was resting against his knee. Blaine wasn't sure if he liked this better, now he could see all the people gawking at him, incredibly interested in the prince's new slave. He blushed, trying to wrap his arms around his naked body, but Kurt stopped him.

He whined, giving Kurt a pleading look, but the prince just shook his head. "You're beautiful, let them see that. Let them see how perfect you are. Let them be jealous of me. I won't let any of them touch you, you're safe."

Blaine was still apprehensive, but Kurt was playing with his curls and that felt incredibly good. He relaxed, cautiously, into Kurt's leg. "Yes, Master," he whispered and Kurt leaned down to kiss the top of his head before sitting back and watching the party.

—

Blaine was getting antsy. He was trying to ignore the stares from the party guests and just listen to Kurt's voice as he commented on stuff that was happening, but it was difficult. Finally, when a tall brunette man, who kind of reminded Blaine of meerkat started towards the front, Kurt stood.

"I think it's time to retire for the night," he said, picking up Blaine's chain from where he'd dropped it earlier. Blaine made to crawl after him, but Kurt stopped him with a laugh, "You can walk, beautiful."

Blaine sighed in relief, "Thank you, Master," he said climbing to his feet. His knees cracked in protest and his legs wobbled, most of his feeling gone from kneeling for so long.

Kurt walked slowly so Blaine could keep up at his awkward hobble, cringing at the pins and needles sensation spreading from his feet. Kurt lead him to his room. It was huge, about the size of Blaine's entire family home. The walls were lined with books and movies, a huge king sized bed rested against the windows on the right side. There was piano in a little nook on the left and two doors straight ahead, that Blaine could only assume were the bathroom and the closet.

Kurt stopped Blaine in the middle of the room and removed the collar. "This thing is hideous," he muttered, "I'll be getting you a better one soon. I'll design it myself. Would you like that, Blaine. A collar that tells everyone you're mine."

Blaine was quiet for a moment, "Yes, Master," he said quietly. He may not like being anyone's property, but at least it would help prevent anyone else from trying to touch him.

"Good," Kurt purred, dancing his fingers teasingly around Blaine's neck, "Now, I'm going to go get changed, and I want you naked by the time I get back, understood?"

Blaine shuddered, his heart picking up speed in his chest. This was it. He was going to have sex with Kurt. Blaine nodded, muttering out a weak, "Yes, Master," and then Kurt was gone.

Blaine stepped out of his underwear slowly, swallowing down the fear rising in his throat. He shifted on the balls of his feet as he waited for Kurt to return, fighting down the urge to run away, or hide.

Finally, he heard the soft pad of his feet and looked up. His eyes widened and his cock gave a definite twitch. Kurt was naked except for a small, tight pair of lacy boy shorts. He was gorgeous and Blaine's brain short circuited. He was all lithe, smooth muscles and porcelain pale skin.

Kurt smirked, watching how Blaine's cock was already filling to half hardness, "Well it's good that you at least find me appealing."

Blaine snapped back to reality, blushing brightly and looking down at the floor.

"No," Kurt said, walking closer and nudging his chin up, "don't hide. Don't be embarrassed. There's no need, considering what we're going to be doing tonight."

Blaine swallowed, the anxiousness returning with a vengeance. Kurt must have seen the fear in his eyes because he stroked his cheek gently, "We'll go slow, baby." Blaine nodded jerkily and Kurt leaned in closer. Blaine licked his lips, his mouth going dry, and his eyes flicked down to Kurt's perfect pink lips. Kurt was so close they were breathing each other's air and Blaine was so ready to feel Kurt's lips on his, and then Kurt pulled back, taking a few steps away from Blaine.

Blaine sucked in a surprised breath, his legs trembling beneath him. Kurt just smiled innocently and started circling Blaine slowly.

"How old are you, beautiful?" he asked.

"F-fifteen, Master," Blaine panted out, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"Are you a virgin, Blaine?"

Blaine blushed brightly but nodded, "Yes, Master."

"Good, so we're on even ground there."

Blaine's eyes widened and his head darted around to find Kurt, "You—"

"I've been waiting for the right person. Whether he was a slave or otherwise didn't matter to me. I just knew he had to be… perfect," his smile was fond this time and Blaine shivered at the overwhelming feeling of good that spread through him. "Doesn't mean I haven't practiced though, and watched some of the slaves. I don't want the fumbling, confusing first time, so I've made sure I know what I'm doing."

Blaine swallowed dryly, his cock twitching again at the thought of Kurt practicing on toys or, god, practicing on himself.

"Have you ever kissed a boy, Blaine?"

"No, Master."

"Have you ever wanted to kiss a boy, Blaine?"

"Yes, Master."

"Who, Blaine?"

Blaine paused, "My-my older brother's friend, Master."

Kurt cocked his head to the side, "You have a thing for older boys, Blaine?"

Blaine just shrugged in response.

"Well, I hope I'm not a disappointment. Am I a disappointment?"

"Yes, Master," Blaine said, answering the first insinuation before his brain caught onto Kurt's actual question, "I mean, no, no, Master. You're not a disappointment. You're…" he trailed off, ducking his head down.

Kurt smiled, "One more question. I'm going to fuck you tonight, do you want that?"

Blaine stared at the floor. He didn't. He wanted his first time to be special. Maybe he'd want it with Kurt had he met him under different circumstances and gotten to know him, but he didn't want it right now after only having known him a few hours. But he couldn't tell Kurt no. That probably wasn't allowed, but he didn't want to lie either, because that would be bad too. So he settled for the only thing he could think of.

"What-whatever pleases you, Master," he said, his voice quivering

Kurt hummed, "I like that response, but that's not what I asked. Do you want me to fuck you, Blaine? It's a simple yes or no answer." He could feel Kurt moving closer to him as he talked.

Blaine bit his lip, "N-no, Sir."

"Thank you for being honest with me Blaine," Kurt cupped his cheek and Blaine chanced a glance at his face, relaxing when he saw no anger there. "I'm still going to fuck you," he said, almost nonchalantly and Blaine's back went rigid, a small whimper escaping him. "I just wanted to know before hand whether you were into it. But… I still think you deserve a reward."

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt and gasped when his long thin fingers wrapped around his cock. His hands flew to Kurt's shoulders for support as the prince started jerking him off with slow, drawn-out pulls. He vaguely registered being walked backwards and then his knees hit Kurt's mattress and he collapsed back on it with an oompf.

The prince nudged him backwards until he was resting against the pillows. Blaine bucked his hips into Kurt's fist but Kurt put an arm on him to hold him down and, shit, he was strong. Blaine whined as Kurt kept his slow languid pace, the heat in his belly swimming but it wasn't enough to bring him to the edge.

"Please, please, please, p-please," he whimpered, writing below Kurt.

"What do you want, beautiful?"

"Faster," he groaned, "please, Master, please."

"Like this?" Kurt asked, his grip tightening as he sped up, his hand moving lightning fast.

"Oh god," Blaine gasped, his head pressing into the pillows. The heats was coiling tight, growing tighter with every stroke. He was so close.

"You have to ask," Kurt warned, "you have to ask permission. If you start to come before I say you can I'll let go, I'll ruin it."

Blaine whimpered, "P-please, Master, can I—" he broke off, his toes curling as he fought off his orgasm, "please, can I come?"

"Yes."

Blaine moaned, his back arching off the bed as Kurt stroked him through it. He collapsed back down, breathing heavily, eyes drifting shut as exhaustion started to overtake him. He felt Kurt lift his hips and place a pillow under his back, and then a slick finger was prodding at his entrance. He jumped, tensing and trying to pull away from Kurt.

The prince growled, wrapping an arm around Blaine's leg and jerking him back towards him. "I said I was going to fuck you," Kurt reminded him, "and that's going to happen no matter what. However, if you stay still and let me do this, I'll make it good for you, but if I have to tie you up, I'll make sure it hurts."

Blaine whimpered his eyes welling with tears, but nodded, trying to relax back into that state of sleepy post-orgasm bliss he'd been floating in. Kurt was true to his word, massaging at Blaine's pucker until it was winking open and then sliding the first finger in. Blaine still tensed at the intrusion, and that made it hurt, but Kurt was there rubbing soothing circles into his hip, coaxing him to relax and open up for him, and finally Blaine did.

He didn't react the same way to the second finger, his body more used to the weird feeling of being filled, but it still burned. Kurt scissored them carefully, crooking his fingers, searching for something insi—

Blaine cried out, hips jolting on the bed, fucking himself back on the prince's hand.

"Wha… what was that?" he panted out.

Kurt smirked up at him from between his leg, "That was your prostate."

"Can… can you do that again?" he blushed furiously.

"We might make a cockslut out of you yet, gorgeous."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably, hating the degrading term, but his thoughts were quickly taken over as Kurt found that spot inside of him again and he saw spots in his vision. He moaned brokenly, rocking down on Kurt's hand, barely even noticing when Kurt slipped his third finger in.

"Think you're ready, baby?"

Blaine nodded wordlessly and Kurt pulled his fingers out. Blaine whined at the emptiness, his hole clenching desperately around nothing. Kurt slicked himself up and pressed his head to Blaine's entrance, but he didn't pushing.

"Master," Blaine groaned, "Master, Master, please."

"I thought you didn't want me to fuck you, Blaine," Kurt said teasingly, "I thought you were scared."

Blaine blinked up at him, mouthing over words he was too embarrassed to say.

"Do you want it now, beautiful? Do you want my cock inside you?" Blaine nodded quickly, "If that's so… you're gonna have to beg."

Blaine looked away, hiding his face in the sheets, "Please," he whispered.

"Oh, that won't do. I can't tell if you're sincere."

Blaine swallowed, stealing his resolve and looking up at Kurt, "Please, Master. Please, please fuck me. Fuck me, plea—"

Kurt slid into him in one thrust and Blaine cried out, the stretch burning. "Shh," Kurt soothed, leaning over him, and amazing making his cock sink into Blaine's further, "shh, just relax. I won't move till you're ready."

Blaine breathed through the pain, "Can- can I resqu—" Kurt shifted a little on his knees and Blaine groaned, "—est something?"

"You can," Kurt replied, "doesn't mean I'll do it."

"Ki-kiss me, Master?" he asked quietly.

Kurt smiled, leaning forward, he hovered over Blaine's mouth, watching the way his eyes flickered across his face and his lips quivered with each breath. Blaine didn't want to wait. He had Kurt's dick in his ass, yet he'd still never been kissed. He surged up, threading his fingers in the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck and pulling him down to him.

Their lips collided harshly, teeth clanking, but neither pulled away. Blaine pressed into him, opening his mouth to Kurt's tongue when it slipped along his lips. He gasped at the feeling of their tongues swirling together as they breathed into each other's mouths. Without warning, Kurt pulled his hips back and slammed back into Blaine. His cry was muffled in the kiss but so he moved his hands down to cup Kurt's ass, pulling him closer, urging him to go faster.

"Please, please," he panted brokenly into Kurt's neck when they broke the kiss.

"What do you need, gorgeous?"

"God, fuck, touch me, Kurt. Please."

Blaine stiffened for a second when he realized he'd called him by his name but Kurt either didn't realize it or didn't care, reaching between their rocking bodies to grasp Blaine's cock.

"Come for me, beautiful," he whispered in his ear and Blaine shouted out his second orgasm, clenching around Kurt. He fell lax on the bed, breathing heavily and Kurt lifted his hips higher, practically bending him in half as he pounded into him with reckless abandon. "So hot, Blaine, god, you're so tight, so mine," he growled and Blaine's high pitched whine at the oversensitivity is what pushed him over the edge and he was biting on the inside of Blaine's leg as he came inside of him.

They lay there twined together, catching their breath before Kurt finally pushed himself up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to wipe them down. Blaine was half asleep when Kurt crawled under the covers beside him, but that motion made him realize he probably had to leave. He sat up, wincing at the soreness in his ass and stretching his arms. Kurt was curled under the blankets, eyes closed.

"Master?" he asked quietly, "Wha-where are the slave quarters?"

Kurt blinked up at him sleepily, brow furrowed. "Why?"

"I… I just figured since we're done…"

"No," Kurt shook his head firmly, reaching out to grasp Blaine's hand, "you'll sleep here."

Blaine's eyes widened but he nodded, slipping under the covers on the opposite side of the bed from Kurt. The prince groaned, before shuffling close enough to his slave to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him flush against him. Blaine gasped at the feeling of Kurt, still naked, spooning up behind him, but didn't fight it.

Kurt nuzzled his face into the back of Blaine's neck, "Goodnight, beautiful."