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Summary: There is a tradition at Dalton Academy. Any senior student can 'claim' and 'own' a younger student or a new student who transfers part way through a semester. A senior student is under no obligation to take part in this tradition. But any younger student who is approached by a senior has no choice but to accept their temporary ownership. Until Hunter graduates, Sebastian belongs to him. But then Sebastian becomes a senior and sets his eye on Kurt Hummel.
NOTES: This story will also be posted on archive of our own. Certain bits will be more detailed there than they are here.
JUST TO CLARIFY: This is not a Hunter/Sebastian love story. This is a romantic story between Sebastian and Kurt. I have no intentions for this to be an abusive fic, but there will be mentioning's/flashbacks of Sebastian's time belonging to Hunter and that situation was abusive (though it won't be too detailed on here). While Sebastian is instantly attracted to Kurt and wants to claim him he will have no intention/desire to abuse/hurt Kurt in any way. But because of the whole claim/own/tradition element things do fall into a grey area about whether a relationship is wrong/right/healthy/consensual.
WARNINGS: Dom/sub themes throughout (not necessarily in a sexual way and nothing too detailed in this version), mentions/allusions to Sebastian's past abuse with Hunter throughout story (again, nothing too detailed), aspects of humiliation
Hmm, I think that covers everything.
When Dalton Boys Get 'Claimed'
Chapter 1
There is a tradition at Dalton Academy. Any senior student can 'claim' and 'own' a younger student or a new student who transfers part way through a semester. A senior student is under no obligation to take part in this tradition. But any younger student who is approached by a senior has no choice but to accept their temporary ownership.
Sebastian Smythe was such a student who transferred to Dalton Academy part way through the first semester of that school year. On his first morning, he heard rumours about the tradition but wasn't entirely sure if they were to be believed.
At his private school in Paris, there had indeed been a tradition of sorts. Younger students were called upon by older students to carry their bags and fetch them coffee and other such things. But there was never a required sexual element.
By his first afternoon at Dalton Academy, Sebastian had quietly decided to himself that the whispers he'd heard about the Dalton tradition were nothing but nonsense. At least, that was the conclusion he had come to before witnessing a senior yank down a younger student's uniform pants in the middle of the school corridor and spank him in front of anyone who happened to be passing by. Even a teacher walking through made no comment on the interaction and Sebastian realised that the Dalton tradition was clearly very much in practice.
He stared aghast at the younger blonde who was receiving a spanking right in the middle of the school corridor. The boy whimpered with the blow of each strike and Sebastian could see tears welling in his eyes and his cheeks burning red from humiliation. With the spanking over, the senior forced his 'claimed' boy to his knees, his trousers around his ankles and spanked ass on display, and had him suck him off before ejaculating over his face. The spanked boy was then shepherded through the walls with his wrists bound behind his back with his school tie, cum on his face and his red ass still viewable to anybody who happened to look.
Sebastian was part horrified and part aroused by what he had witnessed. Keeping his head down, he continued about his day, doing his best to concentrate on his lessons. He couldn't help but notice that some of his fellow students had collars locked around their throats. He hadn't the confidence to ask anyone for confirmation, but he guessed the collared students were the 'claimed' boys, all owned by a senior student. Sebastian did his best to ignore displays of people taking part in the tradition.
However, he could not ignore things for long. The school hours were over and Sebastian had meandered to the library to work on an essay. He had just finished writing the final sentence of his introduction when a strong set of fingers curled around the back of his neck.
"You're new," a voice said and Sebastian desperately wanted to look behind him and see who the voice belonged to, but at the same time, he didn't dare look over his shoulder.
"Yes," Sebastian said hoping the nervous quiver didn't sound too obviously in his voice.
"You're mine," the voice stated firmly.
"What? I most certainly am not," Sebastian scoffed before feeling a stinging sensation in his cheek.
A few moments later, it registered in his mind that the other boy had just slapped him. He was about to mock the boy for such a girly attack but the words died in his throat as the boy moved around to stand in front of him.
"You're a rude little cunt," the boy said and Sebastian noted that he was taller and bigger-built than he was. "I'll have to punish that out of you. Name?"
"What?" Sebastian sneered before he was backhanded across the face, this hit considerably harder than the first slap.
"Name?" the boy repeated sternly and Sebastian sensed that there was something military about him.
"Sebastian," he answered bringing a hand up to touch his aching face. "Sebastian Smythe."
"Hunter Clarington," the larger boy introduced himself. "But you will call me sir."
"Like hell I will," Sebastian grumbled and Hunter grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled until he stood to his feet. "Get off," he hissed but Hunter just pulled harder.
"Ok new boy, clearly I need to explain the rules of Dalton's tradition to you," Hunter said as he pulled a collar from his pocket and easily latched it around Sebastian's throat despite his struggles. "This collar means you belong to me either until I graduate or decide I no longer wish to have you as my submissive little sex toy."
"I'm nobody's submissive little sex toy," Sebastian argued. "If you lay so much as another finger on me my father will hear of this and he'll…"
"He'll do absolutely nothing," Hunter interjected. "Smythe you said your name was. Given that you can afford the tuition fees here at Dalton I believe I would be correct in assuming that your father is one Walter Smythe."
"Yes," Sebastian answered feeling his nervousness take over again.
"In which case, he attended Dalton Academy himself for a semester or two, am I right?" Hunter asked.
"Y-yes," Sebastian answered and his eyes widened a little, his head spinning. His father couldn't have ever been a part of the Dalton tradition. Surely not. He'd never send Sebastian to the school if that was the case.
"Well then, your father knows all about the tradition and what is expected of you," Hunter said. "Clearly he thought sending you here might sort out your attitude problem and teach you some respect. But by all means, if you want to call daddy, go ahead. Though I'm sure he'll only be disappointed to hear of your behaviour and disobedience."
Sebastian dropped his gaze and remained silent. He really didn't want to disappoint his father.
"Now," Hunter said. "For the foreseeable future, you belong to me. You will do what I tell you when I tell you or you shall be punished as I see fit. Starting right now. Drop your pants and bend over the desk."
"I want no part in this twisted game, I don't want to be claimed," Sebastian argued.
"You don't get a choice," Hunter told him coldly. "Now, drop your pants and bend over the desk."
Sebastian stayed still and quiet, glaring at Hunter, his heart thundering in his chest.
"It seems you can't even follow the most basic of instructions," Hunter commented. "That's very disappointing. But you'll learn."
In one quick movement, Hunter pulled Sebastian's trousers down along with his underwear and forced him over the desk. Immediately, Sebastian tried to get up but Hunter easily shoved him right back down into the wood of the table.
"I'm stronger than you," Hunter pointed out. "All attempts to struggle are useless. Now, I expect you to count."
His hand came down with a harsh slap across Sebastian's nude ass. He released a pained yelp of surprise but did not count. Hunter was not pleased and by the time he was done, Sebastian's voice was hoarse, his ass red-raw and his pride practically non-existent. Hunter was fierce, cruel even, and Sebastian learned very quickly to be a good boy.
Then Hunter's graduation day arrived and Sebastian was more than happy to remove the collar that had been latched around his throat from his first meeting with the older boy. At the beginning of the next school year, Sebastian had no cause to worry about possibly being claimed by somebody else for he was now a senior and was able to claim younger boys for himself.
On the first day back, Sebastian set his sights on a handsome boy named Blaine, eager to use him but with no plans to abuse him the way Hunter had with him. He approached Blaine with a swagger and a charming smile and the younger boy was practically begging him to collar him.
But as pretty as Blaine was, he just couldn't hold Sebastian's interest inside or outside the bedroom. Barely a week had gone by before Sebastian was removing the collar, pointedly ignoring the way Blaine's big puppy eyes welled with tears.
He would have liked to have claimed a beautiful blonde boy named Jeff, but he already belonged to Nick and Sebastian didn't have the heart to try and break them up and steal Jeff away. The pair were clearly in love from the day they'd first set eyes on one another and had just been waiting for the day Nick became a senior so he could claim Jeff and have him to himself rather than the pair of them belonging to other people as they had been over the past few years.
Sebastian set his sights on several other boys. He claimed them, tested them out, got bored and unclaimed them before moving to the next boy. It seemed that none of the boys could satisfy him.
Frustrated, he debated with himself as to whether or not he should reclaim Blaine but it turned out another student had claimed him anyway.
Then Sebastian's desires were answered a month into the first semester when a porcelain skinned beauty transferred to the school. As the new boy, Kurt Hummel, stood before the class, his eyes down and arms hugging himself nervously, Sebastian swept his eyes over him and decided right then and there that he was going to own Kurt Hummel.
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