On such a warm, summer night, Kurt's silk sheets felt phenomenal against his bare skin. He had been lying on his side beneath the sheets in nothing but his boxers for the past hour, enjoying the gentle breeze across his back from the open window in his new bedroom. The light of the waxing moon threw delicate shadows upon the wall; fascinating Kurt as he tried to identify what piece of furniture or decoration cast which obscure shadow. It seemed every time he closed his eyes and then opened them, a new shadow would appear. The hardest to identify had been the dream catcher hanging directly over the bed; Kurt had stared at the fuzzy oval grayness on the wall for a good ten minutes before he figured that one out.

Kurt's head tilted to the side, his neck no longer able to support the weight as he began to doze off. A dog barking in the distance woke him from his imperfect slumber a few mere moments later. His brain felt as fuzzy as the shadows on the wall while he tried to remember where he was. Oh, a new shadow. I must have been asleep longer then I thought. This new shadow was fairly obvious; the only thing in his room that came close to its particular dimensions was the coat stand. Kurt stared at the shadow a few more minutes, trying to pinpoint why the shadow felt so…off. Kurt lowered a single eyebrow, scrutinizing the shadow. A memory from the past week filtered through his still hazy, sleep-addled thoughts. It got in the way…I moved the coat rack to the front hall…then…whatis that? Kurt rolled over in the bed, curious as to what else could cast such a shadow.

Even with the ski mask on, Kurt could tell it was Karofsky standing in the dim light of the window. Who else did Kurt know with that height, those broad shoulders, that arrogant stance? Kurt's eyes went wide, "What are you-"

With a speed that belied his size Dave was on top of Kurt, his legs straddling his hips, one meaty paw covering Kurt's mouth, the other clamped firmly to the back of his head. "Scream…I dare you. See what happens if you do." He said it with such calmness, clarity. Either he had every intention of making good on the threat…or he knew it would never come to that and simply didn't care. "I'm going to take my hands away now; you are going to keep your little cock-whore mouth quiet. Understand?"

Kurt nodded as best he could with his head held fast by Dave's monstrous hands. Slowly, carefully, Kurt could feel the pressure over his mouth and the back of his head dissipate. Trying to keep his voice just as steady and calm as Dave had, Kurt practically sighed out "Are you going to kill me?"

Dave leaned in close to Kurt, forcing Kurt to lean away from him. Dave kept his eyes fixed on Kurt's mouth, his quivering lips. "No. But I am going to hurt you. I am going to make you wish you were dead. Then…I'm going to make you beg for more."

Kurt's chest tightened; David was still leaning closer. Kurt's head met the pillow and he realized he couldn't get further away, not anymore. He was far too little to fight Karofsky. And there was no way in this lifetime the skinny little dancer could outrun the powerful one-man wrecking crew. "I know who you are. You'll never get away with this." It was a last ditch effort; he knew it wouldn't scare Dave away, but honestly, any card is worth playing if it's your only card.

Dave leaned back slightly, just enough for Kurt to see the entirety of his masked face. His lips curled up into a cruel smirk. The one Kurt had seen so many times, before so many slushy facials. "Is that so, lady boy? Well then, I advise you moan the correct name when I make you cum and not just say some faggy shit like "oh, Gaga."

Kurt closed his eyes and chewed his bottom lip, wanting so badly to punch him, but was terrified of what that might result in. Kurt released his lip from between his teeth when he felt Karofsky's lips press against his. Kurt just squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. A warm hand found it's way to Kurt's side and began rubbing up and down, slowly, deftly: hip to rib, rib to hip. When Karofsky's hand went higher than Kurt's lower ribs, gliding over his pecks, it came to a rest over Kurt's nipple. Dave splayed his fingers, rubbing over the rosy areola with his palm, before sliding his hand back and tugging at the nipple with his thumb and middle finger.

As Karofsky continued to tug at Kurt's nipple, Kurt became increasingly aware of Dave's gradually hardening erection. Karofsky still had his lips firmly cemented to Kurt's, occasionally allowing his tongue to venture out and over Kurt's soft, beautiful lips. So many things he wanted to do with those lips… patience, you have all night. He gave Kurt's nipple one last tug before twisting it painfully. As Kurt gasped out in pain, Dave's tongue darted into his open mouth. He shoots…he scores!

Kurt bit down on the intrusion in his mouth, apparently not enough to do any harm to his captor though. When David was done tasting every inch of Kurt's mouth, he sat up, resting his weight in Kurt's lap. He looked Kurt over for a moment, his expression impossible to read behind the mask, before he backhanded Kurt across the face. Kurt's head shot in the direction Dave's hand had been traveling, completely caught off-guard by the sudden assault. "Pull any cute shit like that again and I'll start leaving bruises for your friends and family to see, bitch." Kurt nodded, still looking off to the side.

Dave wrapped his fingers in Kurt's hair and pulled him into a sitting position. Placing his hands on either sides of Kurt's face he pulled him in for another kiss. It was so much like that first kiss in the locker room: brutal and desperate…at the same time, sad and pitiful. Karofsky began rocking his hips back and forth, grinding his cock against Kurt's stomach. Kurt couldn't help but wonder if Dave was aware that in that same motion he was grinding his own ass against Kurt's penis.

Apparently he was. Dave reached beneath him and gave Kurt's half-flaccid erection a quick fondle. "Hah, always knew you had a thing for my junk, fancy." He raised himself up on his knees before lifting one leg over Kurt and onto the floor. Shortly, Dave was standing beside the bed, facing Kurt. "I bet you'd like to take a peek at my junk, wouldn't you?"

Kurt shook his head. "Please…no."

Dave grabbed Kurt under the chin and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. "That hurts my feelings. Come on. I'll bet you'd love to say 'hi' to Dave Jr." Dave pulled Kurt even closer to the edge of the bed, steering him towards the glaringly obvious bulge in his sweat pants. "So why don't you cut the bullshit, open up, and say 'hi'?" Again, Kurt shook his head vigorously. "Don't you get it, pretty boy? No body's asking you, I'm telling you."

Kurt looked pleadingly up at Karofsky, but saw no compassion. "Please…at least…at least take the mask off."

The corner of Dave's lip went up into a lopsided smile. "Aw, you want to stare up at my ugly mug while you choke on my trouser snake. How fuckin' romantic." The hand that wasn't clenched under Kurt's jaw went up and to the bottom of the mask. In a single swift motion he slipped it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor by his feet. He released his hold on Kurt's jaw and stroked Kurt's head with one hand while stroking himself with the other. "Now, since I was nice enough to do what you asked, now you're going to pull down my pants and underwear with your teeth." Kurt looked up at Dave, the panic evident in his eyes. "Careful you don't get any hair caught in your teeth, it's not very attractive."

Kurt could feel his face heating up, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Get in there and do it now girly-boy. You know exactly what I want so get in there and stop pretending to be all shy and shit. You know as well as I do you've wanted this since you first saw me naked in the locker room in middle school. I saw the way you checked me out." The feverish blush spread to Kurt's ears. He remembered that; he had forgotten it was Dave, though. And who'd have thought Dave would still remember? Dave had never even called him out on it.

Dave angled his hips towards Kurt and, slowly, Kurt inched his mouth towards the hem of his pants. Kurt took the fabric between his teeth just below where Dave's navel would be and began sliding them down. Occasionally he had to stop and grab the fabric closer to one of David's hips to keep the elastic from just springing back up where it had been. Finally though, halfway down Dave's thighs, the pants lost any traction and fell the rest of the way down.

Kurt looked over David's black boxer-briefs and wondered briefly if everything he had ever heard about black being "slimming" had been a lie. It certainly wasn't "slimming" that monster in Dave's underwear at all, and if it was, god help Kurt. Dave must have seen the way Kurt was eyeing his package, because he chuckled softly, "All for you, princess." Kurt glanced up at Dave before looking back at the beast before him. Kurt grasped the band of Dave's briefs in his teeth near the hips, terrified of what would happen if his face were anywhere in the vicinity when that…thing sprang loose from its holding cell.

He had been right to be worried; when Kurt edged the underwear past the length of Dave's shaft, it burst up and smacked Dave in the stomach; like a jack-in-the-box Kurt thought. "Say 'hello' to Jr." Kurt looked up at Karofsky for confirmation. Did he really want him to talk to it? "Open the fuck up, bitch and swallow this shit."

Kurt nodded and let his lips part. If he could just get the head of it past his tongue, then maybe he wouldn't have to taste it. It seemed semen wasn't the only taste a penis possessed, however. Kurt could immediately taste the salt from David's sweat and the smell of the pheromones Dave was giving off polluted his senses as well. "Just like bobbin' for apples, twink." Kurt recognized the tone Dave spoke in as an order and began bobbing his head up and down, trying to keep his tongue away from the tip as much as possible, but the more he administered to David, the more Dave's cock leaked and the more Kurt could taste him.

Dave quickly got fed up with Kurt's technique and burrowed his hand in Kurt's hair. As he pulled Kurt forward he began slamming his hips forward, more and more erratically until he essentially looked like a dog humping some poor victim's face. "Goddamn it! Who'd have thought you had a small mouth." Dave withdrew himself from Kurt's mouth while Kurt gagged for oxygen. "Get on your back." Kurt lay back down on the bed, afraid of what might happen next. "No genius, get your head over the side of the bed. You're going to deep throat me." Kurt could feel his bottom lip quiver, his eyes frantically scanned the bedroom; for what, he didn't know.

Dave grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him into the desired position. Kurt instinctively kept his neck ridged and his head up despite the lack of support beneath it. "Head back, fancy." Kurt took a deep breath and let his head fall back so that he was looking at the room upside down. Dave held himself in his hand and guided his shaft towards Kurt. Kurt watched as Dave, complete with cock and balls approached him. The man was the very definition of "hung like a horse."

Kurt didn't want Dave to order him around anymore, so he opened up before Dave even asked. Dave guided himself in a circle around Kurt 's mouth, running the tip of his weeping erection over Kurt's lips. "Tell me how much you love this." Kurt clamped his mouth shut and shook his head. Dave's hand came down hard across Kurt's chest. Kurt let out a hushed whimper before looking down and seeing the perfectly red handprint on his peck. "Beg for it, you little homo."

Kurt was trying desperately not to cry. He didn't want Karofsky to see him break. The hand came down again, prompting another 'yelp' from Kurt. "Do it! Talk dirty to me, you little whore."

"Please." Kurt wasn't sure what to say, his brain wasn't quite working at the moment. "I want your cock." Dave grabbed up his penis again and began rubbing it across Kurt's face. "I…I want to taste your manhood." Kurt had seen porn before; in fact he had a couple DVD's of the more pleasurable stuff he found on the Internet. Not knowing exactly what Dave wanted, he decided to just imitate some of the raunchier stuff he'd seen. "I want to feel your meat throbbing in my throat. Please, fuck my face." Dave was twirling the tip of his cock around Kurt's lips again; it looked a violent angry red, like it was about to explode. "I want you to fill me with your seed." David moaned softly. "I want you to cum so much it fills my belly."

Dave shoved his cock back into Kurt's throat and immediately began thrusting into him. Kurt coughed and sputtered at first, he had been taken by such surprise. But then Dave slowed down and pulled out. Kurt wondered if it was possible that he had cum already. Dave leaned down and rubbed Kurt's throat. He lowered his lips to Kurt's ear and darted his tongue in real quick. "Relax your throat. Just relax it or you'll damage that pretty voice of yours. I still have to hear you sing your famous 'high F' while I'm plugging up your ass." Dave continued rubbing Kurt's neck. Kurt took deep breaths and could feel the tension disappear. After a few minutes of Dave rubbing Kurt's throat and encouraging him to just relax, he stood back up again. Hovering his dick in front of Kurt's lips, he slid it in again, more slowly this time. Kurt willed himself to remain relaxed as Dave got closer and closer to completely sheathing himself.

When Kurt was positive he couldn't take any more of Dave's length, he felt Dave's balls come to a rest against his face. Dave remained still while Kurt got used to the thing in his mouth; he couldn't breathe at all, but years of singing had given him an excellent lung capacity. Dave slowly began to pull back out. Kurt took a deep breath and felt Dave pushing back in again. Dave's tempo picked up as he continued the in out, in out, Kurt grabbing every breath he could on the out-stroke.

Dave kept pumping himself into Kurt's mouth until finally, he stopped. No slow down, no pull out. Just stopped. Dave leaned forward and placed both his hands on Kurt's chest, digging his nails into the soft flesh he found there he tensed. Kurt could feel Dave's erection twitching in his mouth just before he started pouring himself down Kurt's throat. Unable to spit out the salty warmth from his mouth, Kurt swallowed all Dave had to offer. Oh god, he cums so much he could impregnate a man.

When Dave finally pulled his limp dick from Kurt's throat, Kurt swallowed one more time before sucking down as much oxygen as he could. Dave sat on the bed beside Kurt and grabbed his hand. Kurt was a bit thrown off by the gesture until he realized Dave was guiding his hand back to his penis. Wrapping Kurt's hand around his cock he ordered "Jerk me, until I'm ready to go again." Dave lay back on the bed, pulling his shirt up and over his head as he did so. Kurt sat up and did he was instructed, too exhausted to object. Dave placed his hands behind his head, using them as a pillow as he watched Kurt massaging his slowly inflating erection. "Don't forget our agreement, malchik gay."

Kurt didn't even bother looking up at him. "What agreement might that be?"

"When I make you cum, you say my name, got it? Not 'god,' not 'Gaga,' not fuckin' 'McQueen.' You say David Karofsky." Dave wrapped one of his hands around Kurt's and sped up Kurt's stroking.

"You want your whole name, your highness?"

Dave chuckled. "Your highness is a nice touch, though the way you were begging for it earlier you'd think I was a sex god."

Kurt's lip curled up in a sneer. "You mean the stuff you made me say?"

Dave took his hand away from Kurt's and shrugged. "I gave you a vague guideline. You followed it as you saw appropriate."

Kurt stopped jerking Dave off and put his hands on his hips. "Fuck you, Karofsky."

Dave smiled and sat up. He placed his hand behind Kurt's head and pulled him closer. His smile looked warm and inviting. Kurt almost felt comforted by the warmth in Dave's eyes. Their faces were inches apart and Kurt braced himself for another kiss. He could feel Dave's breath across his lips. Instead of kissing him though, Dave spoke. "Fuck me? I don't think so." Kurt felt himself being tossed forward, face down onto the bed, his head being shoved roughly into the sheets. "Fuck you, bitch."

Dave pulled Kurt's boxers off and slapped him hard across the ass. Kurt let out a small whimper into the sheets. "Oh, you like that do you?" Dave slapped him again and again and again. His ass cheeks felt like they were on fire. Finally, Dave let up on the spanking. The bed shifted as Karofsky maneuvered himself behind Kurt. Kurt was still trying to get his breathing under control when he felt a prodding between his butt cheeks. Dave didn't even go slow, or prep himself or Kurt in anyway. He just pushed himself right in.

"Come on, bitch. If your throat can take this, so can your ass." Dave pulled in and out, ramming Kurt mercilessly. The burning pain Kurt had felt on his butt a moment ago was now aflame within him. The friction was so horribly painful but, at the same time, Kurt was loath to admit, it felt good. Dave was such a big boy; any gay man or straight woman should be thrilled to have him. Kurt arched himself against Dave, trying to find a less obtrusive angle to Dave's thrusting. Dave wrapped an arm around Kurt's chest, holding him tight to himself. "Oh, yeah. You want more of this, whore?" Kurt moaned as Dave's thrusts began becoming smoother, his natural lubricant doing its job.

The pain slowly subsided and Kurt could feel past the pain to sense every motion of the man inside him. Dave released Kurt's chest and pulled all the way out of him. Flipping Kurt onto his back, he began biting at every piece of visible flesh on Kurt's body: his nipples, his abs, his collarbone, his thigh. Kurt squealed and writhed about on the bed, unsure of where Dave's next bite would land. Dave pulled Kurt's lower lip into his mouth, gave it a firm nip and then, simply hovered over him. Kurt watched him, trying to figure out his net move. When they made eye contact, Dave raised one of his eyebrows. "Done with the pain, slut?" Kurt nodded, mutely. "Good. Cause I wanna here you moan my name now."

Dave spit generously into his palm and began wiping his hand all over his painfully hard erection. He took his hand away and, holding his palm out to Kurt, Kurt spit in it as well. Dave went back to wiping the "lubricant" over himself. He lifted the backs of Kurt's knees up over his hips and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance. He pressed himself into Kurt's already stretched and abused ass, repositioning himself every few inches. When his cock was fully encased by Kurt's ass, he began gyrating his hips. Kurt suppressed a low guttural moan, but Dave, hearing this, performed the same move with increasing intensity until Kurt was practically mewling.

He began pumping himself in and out. Every time he thrust himself all the way in, Kurt took in a shuddering breath. It was a beautiful sound. Dave reached between them and took Kurt's cock in hand, pleased to find it as hard as his own. Dave began tugging at Kurt's erection, purposely avoiding stroking and thrusting at the same tempo. He knew from experience that the odd discordance of jerking off and getting thrust into at different rates could add to the pleasure.

He could feel Kurt squirming around underneath him. He removed his hand from Kurt's cock causing the slender twink to whimper. Slapping him hard on the hip he ordered Kurt to stop wiggling around. Kurt did his best to obey Dave's wish as Dave's hand found it's way back to his penis, but pretty soon he found he couldn't stop himself from bucking off the bed and into Dave's hand. "Ugh…ugh…Dave…ugh."

Dave could feel Kurt getting ready to climax. "Come on, bitch, say my name."

"Ugh…I…I…" Kurt dug his nails into Dave's bicep. "Ugh…oh god…DAVID!" Dave stopped thrusting into Kurt as he watched Kurt's white gold splatter across his chest. God, if only I could slow-motion instant replay on that.

When Kurt finished cumming, his head tilted back sleepily, a content smile across his lips. Oh, no you don't, I'm not done yet. Dave began thrusting back into Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms around Dave's neck and clung to him like a koala bear. Kurt grunted as Dave hit his prostate, but there was no way Kurt was going to get hard again that fast. Dave continued jack hammering him until his own erection spilled semen into Kurt. The moment Dave tensed up, Kurt squeezed his sphincter around him, milking him for all he was worth.

Dave collapsed on top of Kurt, practically crushing him, until Kurt got up the strength to roll him over onto his side. Fifteen minutes later, they were still lying like that when the phone started ringing. Kurt looked at the phone and then at David. Dave's eyes weren't even open, but he seemed to know what Kurt was thinking. "Touch that damn phone and I kill you right here, right now."

Kurt was saved from having to make a decision as the answering machine picked up. "Hey boys! It's mom, Daniella left Strawberry Bunny there and she's refusing to sleep without it. I'm gonna come by and pick it up, ok? Just leave it on the front porch. Be there in five. Love you!"

Dave groaned and sat up, tossing his legs over the side of the bed. "'Let's have kids' you said, 'kids are great' you said. You know some animals eat their young?"

Kurt chuckled, knowing Dave was only joking. "You want me to get the damn rabbit?"

Dave shook his head and got up. "No, I'll get it. I'm the one that bought that ugly thing, anyway." Dave grabbed his bathrobe off the back of the closet door and threw it on, tying it as he made his way out of the bedroom. He stopped at the door. "How long are your parents watching Danny and Raife?"

"We have the whole Fourth of July weekend kids-free."

Dave nodded, "Sweet. So that means tomorrow we do one of my fantasies."

Kurt smiled at his husband's retreating back. "You know nurses don't really wear those anymore, right?"

From down the hall, Kurt could hear him yell back "Don't care!"