A/N: This story will be finished no matter how hard it gets to write. This story will be a dom/sub story, and it will be dark. But romantic. Lots of sex. Lots of bondage. Abuse. POSSIBLY rape. Don't like this kind of stuff, please move on. Chapter/story warnings are at the beginning of every chapter. If you are triggered easily, please read the warnings and make sure that you are comfortable. My name's Zane by the way. :) AU, Dark!butLoving!Blaine Dom!Blaine Sub!Kurt

Story/Chapter Warnings: Abuse, Submissive Abuse, dom/sub world, language, explicit sexual acts and scenes, spanking, punishment, and alcohol use and abuse. Use of sexual toys and gadgets.

The Submissive

By Rene95

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Come on, bitch. You have a showin' to go to t'day." The guard spoke, mouth full of sandwich as he slapped Kurt's ass to wake him. Kurt grumbled at the sting, but, the pain settled quickly. Kurt sat up, back aching from the intense work out conclave he had to endure the previous day.

Kurt was a Submissive. He had lived in this particular home for about four weeks, the only four weeks he had been officially on the market. If he wasn't claimed at this showing, or Thursday's showing, he would be shipped to some other home. Kurt had heard of people going to California, Kentucky, and even Texas. That would be nice, maybe finding more gay people at one of those places. Kurt was on the gay market, and there wasn't much business in Lima, Ohio. Perhaps California could get him someone.

"Ok, I'm coming." Kurt was yanked up by his arm, and a ball gag was strapped over his mouth. Kurt loathed being restricted by the gag. Even handcuffs were placed behind his back, and his cock was on full display for anyone and everyone. The guard roughly pulled the naked boy along, and into the big room where he sat with other Submissives who were strapped down or restricted from movement.

Kurt had lost complete contact with his parents eight years ago. They simply disappeared. There was no note on the fridge, there was trash in their waste basket, shoes and clothes littering their bedroom floor, and even the bed was left unmade. It was like they were abducted. Right from what they were doing.

They were good looking people. His father, Burt Hummel, had strong muscles and a dashing smile. His eyes, a deep shade of blue-green, sparkled when he was happy, twinkled when he was proud, and burned when he was angry. His hair had grown dormant, but that didn't bother random Submissives to fall at their knees in from of him. Yes, Burt Hummel was a Dominate.

Lucy Hummel, the Submissive and Kurt's mother, was lovely. She had dusty brown hair, grey eyes, straight, white teeth, and she ran every morning so her legs were wonderful. But, what made Burt really want her in the market, was how he monitored how caring she was for other Submissives. Even the guards liked her, because she always inquired after their morning, or evening, depending on the time, and gave her food to sick people in the house. She had a attitude though. Her spunk and sass really turned Burt on, but she would sass off to Burt sometimes, and he would need to use a firm hand. But, she quickly learned.

Lucy had always thought that Kurt would be a Dominate. By the time he was ten, they got him tested. Typical tests, blood, sexuality, and whether or not they were a Dom or a Sub.

Much to their surprise, he came out as a Sub.

Not to their surprise at all, he came out as gay.

Also not to their surprise, his blood was clean of disease and he was a virgin.

"Keep it that way, son. Dom's won't want ya if you're not."

"Yes, sir."

Kurt would never be nice to the guards, they treated him like shit and abused him, but he would not be completely ugly to them. They at least cared enough to be apart from their Subs to help other Subs get a Dom. Kurt was like his mother, other than being beautiful like her, he was like her in a way of seeing people for the good versus the not so good. Guards were terrible people, but they had that decency to help. A little. Even if it was for the money.

Shit. This was all happening now. Kurt was either done or claimed. He had two chances. Two chances of a good reputation. Kurt was moved from his small room to a cramped cage, where he was locked in. The guard gave him a look that was tied between sympathetic and disgusted. Kurt never knew with the guards.

"This'll be a long one. So, sorry not sorry if you are already in pain."

Damn those bastards. They were so mean. To an eighteen year old. A baby. A technically classified adult, but was a baby in the market world. Kurt knew of Submissives that had horrible reputations, 40 year olds who had never been claimed, and still virgins who were taken to fuck clubs. Kurt shuddered just thinking about. Anybody could end up to one of those.

Submissives who had a bad reputation in the market, not being sold in a certain amount of time would be an example, were simply put to low ranked houses that abused them, and gave them away for free. Mostly people looking for a quick fuck or a group of people looking for someone to have to fuck in their club would get the Subs there.

After awhile, if you were just that unlucky, you would just die.

Kurt shook his head to clear it, but the thoughts returned.

What if he was going to die like that?

No, it wouldn't happen.

Kurt heard the familiar voice of one of the tour guides.

"...this is the gay hallway, Mr. Anderson, sir. We don't have much business in this field, so we only have a few in stock."

"How many?" A voice who was probably 'Mr. Anderson' asked.

"About ten, maybe fifteen." The guide said. "This one's Suzy Blaire..."

"I'm not a lesbian. I like men." Mr. Anderson said.

"Of course. Well, in the back corner is Connor Gail, he's nineteen, this is his third home, he has seven more showings here."

"He's fresh meat at this store?" Anderson asked. Kurt shuddered at the word. "Store." Like selling livestock at the marketplace. That was essentially what it was. Kurt stirred in the cage, unable to lay down because of the tight space. Damn his head hurt. He could really use a nap.

"Connor Gail is HIV and STD free, he is also an obvious virgin. Very good with cleaning, but would need some major help in the kitchen. Never speaks out of turn, always obeys. It's odd how he hasn't been claimed."

"No, not for me. Next, please." Mr. Anderson sounded bored, like claiming a submissive happened everyday for him.

"This is Carson Sawtters. He'll pleasure you in any way at any time, virgin, pretty in the face, he is, but, not the smartest."

"I'll pass."

"This one's Kurt Hummel. Can be rude and sassy, very attractive, even from a straight man's view, might need to have the spunk spanked out of him, though. A bit of a bitch, sometimes a smart ass, but really agreeable and looks fun in bed. He has a pretty mouth so you could put that to good use." The guide chuckled.

Mr. Anderson didn't say anything, he just stared into Kurt's eyes. The guide waited, an obvious connection had been made.

"Shall I bring him out for further inspection?"

"Yes, yes, please." Mr. Anderson touched the glass where Kurt's face was. This was mind erupting for Kurt. Never had someone looked at him with that look in their eyes.

Was it..attraction?

Kurt, still bonded by the ball gag and the handcuffs, allowed himself to be pulled over to Mr. Anderson, and he was on his knees.

"Rise." Anderson said. "How much for him?"

"We're thinking forty five. He's STD and AID free, virgin, six inches when fully erect, not a bad ass.."

"Give me a minute, sir." It sounded like a question, but the firmness in the tone even made the Dominate guide cower. "Yeah, sure. I'll be outside."

"You're pretty." Anderson said once the door was closed. Kurt gave a shy smile. No one had ever, ever called him pretty.

"How bad have they treated you here, Kurt?"

Kurt looked away, trying to blink back the tears.

"It's ok. I've got you. You're alright." Mr. Anderson said, pulling the smaller boy into his arms. "How old are you?" He asked, removing the ball gag.

"E-eighteen."

Damn, his voice was cute. It was high, but it was really cute. It didn't bother Mr. Anderson.

"Me too. I'm Blaine. You're Kurt?"

"Yeah."

"Hm. I think I'll buy you today."

Kurt smiled. A full out smile. He didn't remember the last time he smiled in this home. Perhaps never. Except the shy one in front of Blaine from earlier, he couldn't recall one time.

"You have a pretty smile."

Kurt felt a blush creeping up his pale neck.

"I gave you a compliment."

"Huh?"

"I said you were pretty. You should really say thank you." Blaine said.

Dammit, he shouldn't be talking like this. He didn't want to scare his beautiful Submissive-to-be.

"Y-yes sir. S-sorry sir."

Shit. Kurt knew things as simple as that set Doms off sometimes. He knew that. Or he should have remembered it at least.

"No, my fault. Anyways, let's go get you all paid for, beautiful."

Kurt agreed, and followed Blaine, of course, crawling. This amused Blaine. Subs always acted especially good before they were taken home. Kurt had an attitude, or so it was said. Blaine could tell he was masking something. But Kurt was sweet.

Maybe too sweet.

Blaine was just being naïve now. Kurt was probably just scared. Probably trying to make a good impression. That was what it was.

Blaine went to the front, Kurt crawling at his side, and paid his forty five dollars.

"Would you like to purchase a collar and leash? They're absolutely necessary for proper training." The guide said, ringing up Kurt.

"I have some at home. We're going straight there anyhow."

"Ok, sounds good. Thank you for your service, Mr. Anderson." The guide concluded the sale. Yes, Mr. Anderson, thanks for putting money in my pocket and taking a bitch off of my hands. Have fun dealing with Hummel. He's a real trouble maker.

"Thank you, sir. Kurt, come." Blaine signaled to the naked boy on the floor. Damn, Blaine was ready to fuck his brains out. It was tradition, after all. Kurt should know that.

They were settled in Blaine's car when Kurt finally signaled to the handcuffs. "Sir, they hurt."

"Oh, of course. Let me run back inside. They should have the key." Blaine jogged back into the house.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson. Back so soon?" The guide said, stacking some papers. Get the hell out of this house, you have already purchased. I don't wanna have to deal with you faggots anymore.

"Yeah, I need the key for his handcuffs." What the fuck are you looking at?

"Oh, of course." Thanks for the simple request, jackass. Now I have to go all the way back to the key rack. "Got them right here." He signaled to them. "Here." He tossed the key at Blaine, and Blaine left.

Kurt was waiting, right where Blaine had left him, in the car.

"Hello, beautiful."

"Hello." Kurt said, blushing a little on his cheeks.

"I've got the key." Blaine poked the key into the hole of the handcuffs, and they popped open.

"Thank you, sir." Kurt rubbed at where the handcuffs were tightly cutting off the circulation. The two drove in silence past the Lima, Ohio lawns, the parks, William McKinley High school, some middle schools, an elementary school and churches.

"I never knew Lima was so big." Kurt said, wringing his hands together nervously.

"Yeah, it's not much, actually, but, it's home for some good folks. I have an apartment up in Westerville. It's going to be about a two hour drive." Blaine said, as they passed by Hummel Tires and Lube. "Hey, that's your last name."

"My Dad used to run that place. It's abandoned now. It's strange how they don't tear it down."

Blaine hummed, and the two were silent for a few minutes. Kurt was exhausted. He wanted to curl to Blaine, and take a nap, but he wasn't sure what Blaine would think about it. He was his new sub, Blaine didn't know much about him. He might not even want him.

Damn, his eyes. Like hazel pools. Concentrating on the road, but fiddling with other thoughts in his mind. Kurt barely knew him...Hell, Blaine DIDN'T know him, but he was already noticing things like that about Blaine. Kurt had an opinion, and he could put up a good argument, but he was already starting to feel a sort of submission attaching itself to Blaine's dominance. He couldn't explain it, it just felt..there, already, after not even an hour.

"Kurt, you ok, kid?"

"Yes, sir. Fine. How old are you?"

"Nineteen." Blaine answered. "I'll be twenty in ten months." He added with a chuckle. "How old are you again?"

"Eighteen."

"Kurt...you..you do know we will be participating in intercourse tonight, right?"

Kurt paused for a second. Dammit. "Y-yes, sir. I-I-I do know that."

"You seem nervous."

"No, sir."

"You may not lie to me."

Kurt said nothing, he just looked out the window.

"Kurt...when I ask you something or hint to something, I expect the full, no cut corner, truth."

"I understand."

"Ok. Are you nervous?"

"A tad, Sir."

Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"You may not cut corners." Blaine said, in a tone that was a bit menacing. He was clearly getting annoyed.

"I am very frightened. I've heard stories.."

"What kinds of stories?" Blaine asked, honestly interested.

"That it hurts..t-that it feels like you're being ripped apart from the inside out. That you have these weird sensations. That..liquid comes out of.."

"Coming?"

"I think that's what he said it was called."

"Kurt, it'll probably hurt our first couple of times. After that it will be wonderful. I hope it'll be wonderful our first time, but, it will hurt. And coming is something that happens when you have had so much sexual pleasure, your body lets go. There's probably a more scientific way of saying it, but I don't know it." Blaine chuckled. "Are you sleepy?" He asked, stroking Kurt's inner thigh.

"Yes sir." Kurt said as they pulled onto the highway.

"Here." Blaine lifted up the middle console, and signaled for Kurt to come. "Scoot, Kurt. You can rest your head on my lap."

"Thank you. Sir..." Kurt was out like a light.

Blaine had had sex before, of course he intended on telling Kurt, but not tonight. He could tell Kurt had ambitions, and he really wanted for Kurt to be happy, but perhaps he work from home..

Blaine was scared of what might happen to Kurt if he was working. Working Submissive's usually got cut wages and were laughing stocks. He didn't want to expose Kurt to that so early.

Blaine put one hand on the steering wheel, and the other in his pocket. He took out the collar. It had a small mocking bird on it. Blaine fingered it, and set in back in his jacket pocket. Kurt would love it, and if he didn't, fuck him.

Oh wait, Blaine would be doing that, anyways.

Kurt woke up to an empty car. The trunk slammed, and Blaine opened the door.

Blaine tugged at Kurt's hair lightly, and Kurt fully woke up. Damn, he felt better. His stomach growled loudly.

Blaine laughed. "Someone's hungry."

Kurt blushed and, although had gotten over the self-concious part of being naked, it was cold.

"Sir?"

"Uh, what?" Blaine asked.

"It's...it's a bit cold..."

"Oh, shit, yeah. I forgot." Blaine took off his coat and handed it to Kurt, who wrapped it around himself. He picked Kurt up and walked him inside. The lobby of the apartment was lovely.

"Did you get a Submissive, Mr. Anderson?" The desk manager asked casually as they walked in.

"Yeah, Wendy. His name is Kurt. Say hello, Kurt."

"Hello." Kurt said, and blushed furiously.

"Cute. I'll call Howard to take you up?" Wendy asked, picking up the phone.

"Yes, thank you."

A short, older man walked up to them and smiled politely, but didn't say anything. He eyed Kurt in Blaine's arms. Kurt had to look away because, this man was obviously a Dominate.

Howard led the way to the elevator, Blaine followed, winking at Wendy, and they stepped in. Blaine looked behind his back before the doors closed.

The elevator reached the tenth floor, and Howard stepped out, nodded at Blaine, and Blaine followed suit, still carrying Kurt in his arms. Howard stepped in front of Blaine and started to walk down the hallway, Blaine constantly glancing behind his back.

Howard unlocked Blaine's door, and the two stepped in.

"Thank you, Howard."

Howard smiled, a twinkle in his eye, but didn't say anything.

The two nodded, and Howard left. Blaine sat Kurt down and the two just awkwardly stood there for a second. Finally, after about five minutes, Kurt broke the thick silence.

"Blaine?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"What's going on?"

"I don't understand." Blaine said, walking over to his bedroom door, and Kurt followed.

"You act like someone is going to fucking kill you."

"Excuse you?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't mean to pry..it's just...you were acting really strange. As if you were being watched..."

Damn, Kurt was smart. He would catch on really fast.

"You're being ridiculous, Kurt. Here, put these on." Blaine pulled some boxers and sweatpants out of his dresser drawer, and handed them to Kurt. "You're observant, but, it's really nothing. My father...he has a lot of...problems with some people. Howard is making sure I don't get caught in the middle of it." That wasn't technically a lie. But it clipped corners. "Besides, you are prying. My affairs or my father's affairs are none of your concern."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Right. Now the kitchen is nicely stocked. You wanna go make some dinner with me?"

"Yes, sir." Kurt said with a smile.

Fully fed and happy, the two moved from the table to the couch.

"I should clean up." Kurt said, standing up.

"Nah, leave it." Blaine pulled him back down, and Kurt eagerly climbed on his lap. Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's, and Kurt left his. He didn't know how to kiss at all, but he assumed he was doing it right. Blaine stood up, not breaking the kiss, and picked Kurt back up bridal style. He separated for air, and then crushed them back to Kurt's.

"Kiss back." Blaine ordered, walking to the bedroom.

"I don't know how to, Master."

"Master." I like it."

Kurt giggled bashfully and mirrored what Blaine did before. Blaine's tongue ran along the bottom of Kurt's lip, and Kurt opened his mouth slightly. Blaine opened the door of his bedroom and ran them accidentally into a wall. They fell to the floor in laughter. Blaine took off his shirt and pants quickly, and pulled Kurt's pants down his legs. God, those legs. Perfectly shaped and smooth. He couldn't wait to see his cock.

Blaine ripped off Kurt's boxers with his teeth, and shoved the naked boy onto the bed lightly. Kurt giggled some more as Blaine got onto the bed on his knees and kissed Kurt's lips, and then his neck, and down his chest...

Kurt squealed. "What the hell?"

Blaine laughed. "It's a boner. I'm glad I see I make you hard. You get one when you are sexually attracted to something."

"Oh." Kurt blushed, furiously again.

"Kurt, it's ok." Blaine said, taking off his own boxers. "I have one too."

Kurt giggled again, and pulled Blaine down on top of him. Their erections rubbed together which created a sensation that felt so..good..on Kurt's body. He had never felt that way before. He whined loudly.

"You like it?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah.." Kurt said. Damn. Kurt was so sexy. He had known him for a day and he already knew he was going to love him. Kurt sounded just like he was out of a porn. So, so sexy.

"Do you want more, baby?" Blaine asked, running his hands down Kurt's back and resting on his ass. Blaine squeezed, and the sound Kurt made was absolutely delicious.

"Y-yes. Uh!" Kurt closed his eyes in the sensation of it all and bucked his hips upward.

"Ok then." Kurt's erection was aching and leaking with pre-come. Blaine wanted to devour it. Blaine got off of Kurt, who whined in protest, and grabbed lube.

"I don't use condoms. Why the hell would I?" He asked, coming back and pumping roughly at Kurt's cock. Kurt screamed in pleasure.

Kurt didn't answered, he was just so mesmerized by the whole scenario. His dick was being pumped by his Dominate of one day, not even that. Only about five hours, but still. It felt so right. It was right for them.

Blaine stopped pumping, squirted some of the lube on his figures, and rubbed Kurt's hip.

"This'll hurt a bit."

"Ok."

Blaine lightly pushed one in. Kurt yelped.

"Feel ok?"

"Amazing."

Blaine added another, and moved them around, scissoring him.

"Jesus Kurt. My dick isn't even inside of you and you are so tight."

"I...I.."

"It's ok." Blaine said, as he pushed a third in. Kurt made a high pitched sound of pain the the back of his throat as he bucked his hips upward. It felt good when he got used to it and it made his dick throb with craving. Blaine loved to see Kurt fall apart to his touch. This was a sight he could get used to. Hell, he was probably already addicted to it.

"Please...sir.."

"What, Kurt?"

Kurt made some delicious moans and "uhhhhs," but no words exited his mouth. All it was was gibberish.

"Kurt, what do you want me to do to you?"

"H-Have sex with me. Do it. Make love to me. Please..please sir. Maybe...f-f-fuck-k me.."

"I'll fuck you later. Right now, I'm going to claim you physically. This means, I am going to make a strong, and passionate love to you. You will take it."

"Yes, Sir."

Blaine pushed in, without further warning, and Kurt cried out. Blaine then began to move, slowly and peacefully, and the pain was terrible, but the pleasure somewhat masked it. Kurt felt as if he was being ripped from his hole out.

"Blaine! What's-"

Kurt erupted.

Kurt had come. He screamed as he did.

Blaine followed shortly after, with a call of Kurt's name, and one last soft thrust, he came as well.

The two laid there, exhausted, and Kurt finally spoke.

"Oh my."

Blaine laughed. "Oh my is right." Blaine licked all of Kurt's come up. It was so delicious. He made Kurt lick up all of Blaine's. Kurt figured he would grow to like that taste. He figured he already loved Blaine. Was it safe to feel those kinds of feelings so early?

Yes, of course it was. It was safe, because Kurt already had a gut feeling that Blaine would always be his, and he would always be Blaine's.