Note: None of the characters are owned by me. They are property of Glee and Ryan Murphy. Also to note: the 'bad guy' in this story is a Dominant who was abusive in a D/s relationship. This is not supposed to be a healthy D/s relationship and is written as I would write any abusive relationship. It is not an accurate portrayal of a healthy D/s relationship. It's fiction, not to be seen as literal.
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Last time on Stuck in Reverse:
"Good night, Blaine. You did good tonight," Kurt said softly.
"Good night, Sir," Blaine whispered.
Within a half hour they were both asleep. Kurt drifted towards Blaine unconsciously. Blaine stayed curled in a tight ball. Kurt stopped when he was behind Blaine. In his sleep, he wrapped an arm and leg around Blaine, drawing him in closer to his body. Moments later, Blaine's body finally relaxed and he came out of the ball he'd slept in for years. They remained in that position, both sleeping soundly for the first time in many months.
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Kurt woke, stretching his body, feeling every muscle stretch and wake up. He felt wonderful; rested and ready for the day. Reaching to the other side of the bed, he realized it was empty and sat up. He pushed away the slight feeling of disappointment of waking up alone. Sniffing, he realized someone, probably Blaine, was cooking in the kitchen. He shouldn't be out of bed yet, he was injured!
He padded out and saw Blaine at the stove, making what looked to be an omelet.
"This isn't your job, you know," Kurt said.
Blaine jumped, not having seen him, and dropped to the floor, holding his hands over his head in protection. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master, please don't hit me!"
Kurt's jaw dropped in shock. It only took a moment before he rushed over and knelt beside Blaine, wrapping his arms around him. "Blaine, you're okay. I'm Kurt, remember. You can cook if you want to, I just wanted you to know you don't have to. It's not your job. You need time to heal. Besides, I enjoy cooking, so I'm used to doing it."
Blaine's hands lowered. "You aren't going to beat me for assuming I could use your things? Master did." his voice was small and shaking.
"Of course not, sweetie. I'm pleased that you did. I want you to know you can use my things," Kurt said, running his hand down Blaine's back.
"Thank you, Sir. May I continue?" he asked with a hopeful look in his bright hazel eyes.
"Yes, you may," Kurt said with a smile and stood up. He turned away to go grab the newspaper.
"Sir?"
Kurt turned back. Blaine's face was bright red. Without meeting his eyes, he reached up and kissed Kurt swiftly on the cheek. "Thank you, Sir."
"You are more than welcome," Kurt said, touched. He smiled as he went to the front porch.
Minutes later, Blaine was serving his plate. "Thank you so much, Blaine. This smells wonderful," Kurt said, placing his napkin on his lap.
"I hope you enjoy it, Sir," Blaine said, his cheeks pink.
"Did you make enough for yourself?" Kurt asked, not seeing a plate across from him.
"Yes, sir," Blaine assured him.
Kurt watched him serve a plate and come to the table. It was when the man sat on the floor at Kurt's feet, that it became clear. This beautiful man had been treated as a thing or a pet. It enraged him. Though he was a pacifist at heart, he could easily see taking a baseball bat or even Burt's gun to the guy who'd done this to him.
"Blaine, I would like you to sit at the table with me," Kurt said gently.
"Yes, Sir," Blaine said and placed his plate on the table, still with his knees on the floor.
"Blaine. Sit in the chair across from me and eat, please," Kurt clarified.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered, finally sliding into the chair across from Kurt with his plate in front of him.
"This is a permanent rule, Blaine. You are not to ever eat on the floor, again. Do you understand?"
Blaine nodded. "Good," Kurt said. He took a bite of the omelet and sighed happily. "This tastes wonderful, Blaine. You are a good cook."
"Thank you, Sir," Blaine whispered, taking a small bite of his portion.
Kurt looked at the other man's plate. His serving was tiny, way too small to keep a man his size energized through the day.
"Don't you want more to eat than that?" Kurt asked.
"Master said to never eat more than I could fit in my hand, Sir," Blaine said matter-of-factly.
"Was there a reason for that?" Kurt was curious.
"Master never shared reasons for what he did. I must only follow and obey his decrees," he answered.
"Well, here is a new rule. You eat until you are full, no matter how much that might be," Kurt said. Then he had a thought. "And you can eat whatever you want."
Blaine's eyes closed for a moment, then opened, sparkling with tears. "Thank you, Sir."
"Sweetie, why are you crying?" Kurt asked, his chest tightening at the sight.
"I've just been hungry for so long," Blaine said, tears trailing down his face.
"Well, no more," Kurt said and got up. He brought the remains of the pan and scooped it on Blaine's plate. Going and looking in the fridge, he found some grapes and strawberries and served them both up with the omelet. Then he got in the cupboard and found some macadamia nut, white chocolate cookies and gave them each one for a small treat. Blaine's smile got bigger and bigger and Kurt wished he could keep going. But he didn't want the small man to get a sick stomach the first day he got to eat what he needed.
He returned to the table and they both dug in to the meal turned feast. Blaine smiled, though he kept his eyes on his plate. He ate hungrily, digging into the fruit and omelet, making it obvious that he hadn't eaten as much as he needed to any time in the recent past.
Kurt pushed his plate back when he finished, wiping his mouth and plopping his napkin on the table. It was a joy to watch as Blaine continued to eat, though his pace was slower now. He actually hummed with pleasure as he ate the cookie. Nibbling around the edges and sucking slowly on the white chocolate chips, he made the cookie into a feast of its own. Finally, he wiped his hands and face with the napkin and sat back, rubbing his stomach.
"Thank you so much for making this wonderful breakfast, Blaine. I haven't been this satisfied from a meal in a long time," Kurt told him honestly.
Blaine smiled shyly, still looking down. "I had much pleasure making it for you, Sir. You have been so kind to me. And if I may, I, too, have enjoyed this meal immensely."
"Well, I am pleased to hear that. We've had a successful morning. Now, I'd like you to return to your room and lay down for a while. You need to get lots of rest if we aren't going to be taking you to the doctor. I'll come in later and change your bandages. There is a television in there, the remote is in the top dresser drawer. Enjoy some TV and rest up," Kurt said, making his tone a little stern.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Um. I can clean the kitchen first; it is my mess," Blaine said hesitantly.
"No. I will clean it up. The most important thing is for you to rest. More important than the kitchen," Kurt said, standing. "Come. Let's get you settled," he said, holding out his hand.
Blaine flushed and put his hand in Kurt's. They both shuddered at the contact. Kurt was surprised at the heat that rushed through his body at the simple touch. His body responded, hoping for more. Pushing it down, ashamed he couldn't control his hormones, he supported Blaine as he stood. The man had been pushing himself and he was bound to be tired and sore.
Kurt escorted him to the spare room and got him settled on the bed with pillows fluffed behind him so he could sit up. Retrieving the remote, he turned the TV on and showed Blaine the basics.
"Now, I'll get you some water and I'll bring in a snack later. Other than going to use the restroom in the hall, I don't want you getting up. I want you to rest today, okay? You just call me if you need me and I'll come in right away," Kurt assured him.
Blaine just nodded, eyes wide, as Kurt gave him the instructions. He tried his hardest to remember everything, hoping he wouldn't disappoint the man. It was the best situation he could ever have hoped for and he refused to screw it up. When Kurt left, part of him relaxed but the bigger part of him wanted him to come back. He didn't want to be called Master, but Blaine thought he deserved the title. He was so kind and caring, as a master should be. There didn't seem to be an abusive bone in his body and he treated Blaine like a person, not an animal, as his old Master had.
Kurt returned with a glass of water and reminded him to stay in bed unless he needed Kurt or the bathroom. Blaine nodded solemnly and said 'Yes, Sir'. Then he was alone again. Looking at the remote, he began going through the channels. It was hard to believe that he hadn't even held a remote in seven years, since he was eighteen.
He'd met Master only two weeks after he'd graduated from Dalton Academy. He'd been so different, so world-wise, compared to the strict world of Dalton. He had taken Blaine on several dates. After the second one, Master had told him it was time to pay him back for all the money he'd spent. That was the night he'd lost his virginity. The pain had been beyond belief. He'd come to realize that pain during sex was supposed to happen, because it always hurt. They had been dating for a month the first time he'd been beaten. It was so severe that by the time he'd healed at Master's house, he knew he'd do anything to avoid that happening again. And that was how it began. Next thing he knew, he was no longer Blaine, he was Boy or Slave. Over the time he'd been healing, Master had managed to separate Blaine from his friends and family. The final step was moving to New York. Blaine was so far under Master's control, he hadn't bothered telling anyone he knew where he was going.
Watching the television, he found a show on fashion and set the remote on the table so he didn't accidentally break it. Settling back against the pillows, he banished Master from his head and settled his thoughts on Sir, so good, so beautiful. And there was something in his gentle touch that made him feel electrified. He'd never felt that with Master, no matter how many times or ways he was touched. But that one simple touch had sent jolts of feeling through him. Though he'd sworn to himself in dreams that if he ever broke free of Master, he would never be under the power of another man; God help him, he wanted more from Sir.
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Kurt quickly cleaned up the kitchen, not minding the simple chore. He had someone come in to do the bathrooms and deep cleaning, but small messes were not below him. Working on Broadway had brought him a level of wealth he'd never expected. And other than occasional shopping sprees, he didn't spend unwisely. He had quite a nest egg in his savings plus plenty to live on. He knew some of his recurring cast mates lived like they were millionaires and had attitudes to match. But having been raised by Burt Hummel, he hoped he would always maintain a level of humility.
What would his dad think of his current situation, he wondered. He had a feeling that if Burt had come across Blaine, he would have done something to help. Maybe not to the extent Kurt was, but that was just how Kurt was.
Heaving a sigh, he decided it was time to do his homework. Sebastian had told him to look up Domination and submission Wikipedia to try and learn as much as he could.
Forty-five minutes later, Kurt closed his computer. One article had led to another and another. And those articles had led to other websites and forums. Though he didn't know everything, he felt he had a good handle on the basics of the D/s world. And one thing he knew for certain was that Blaine's relationship with his old Master was NOT even close to anything he'd read. It was simply a sick and abusive relationship. It might have had aspects of D/s, but that was about it.
Kurt was more determined than ever to try and find the man who'd done this to Blaine and make him pay.
Though most of Blaine's personality was born of what he'd been through, Kurt could see that Blaine was sweet and kind. Kurt would do what he could to pull that out of him and set him free of the bars and walls he'd been forced to build around himself.
After finishing his reading on the D/s and BDSM worlds, he wandered his house, wondering about himself. He couldn't help but admit he'd found some of it enticing and kind of hot. He definitely fit into the Dom description, though he thought it would be sexy to submit to someone for a night. There was no way he would ever tell anyone this, though. People thought he was the most straight-laced and boring person alive. That was okay with him.
After high school, he'd left the world of immature bullies and delved head first into NYADA and Broadway. He was in his first play within six months and continued from there. He'd been in Wicked, Rent, Les Mis, The Boy from Oz, Phantom, and many others. He graduated NYADA with honors and left on graduation night to tour with Rent for almost a year, seeing most of the continental United States. People called him a prodigy, though he wasn't young as most were. Kurt didn't mind, he found his world and had been accepted into it with both arms wide open.
He'd only had two relationships and both were short. One was with his high school friend, Puck, who had turned out to be one hell of a stage manager. They'd drunk too much wine one night and made out all night. He'd found himself naked with the dark and well-muscled man and though they hadn't had sex, they did enough to wear Kurt didn't consider himself an innocent anymore. The second was with a guy named Ben who pushed and pushed him towards sex. Puck, himself, had warned him off and ended up helping Kurt get the guy to leave him alone. So, yes, he was in his mid-twenties and still a virgin. He was not ashamed.
After refreshing his cup of coffee, he grabbed a tablet and pen, ready to start the tedious chore of coming up with rules for an adult man. His phone buzzed and he saw it was a text from Sebastian.
Take pics of injuries. May need them later. – S
Damn, Kurt thought. That was a good idea. He would do it when he went to change the bandages. Maybe. Some of the wounds were in private spots. He didn't want to scar Blaine any further. But if he handled it gently, just maybe he could do it with both of them unscathed.
Okay, rules. He sucked on the end of his pen before beginning to write.
Rules:
1. You will always eat at the table in a chair or in other equal seating if eating elsewhere.
2. Eat three solid meals a day plus two snacks. You can eat as much of whatever you want; though try to make mostly healthy decisions.
3. You are an equal in this house. Call me Kurt at least once per day, at your own speed.
4. Keep your room clean and bed made each morning.
5. Shower daily after sufficient healing time has passed.
Kurt gave some more thought. What could someone do who was injured in every way a person can be? Read!
6. Read daily from a list of books I will supply.
7. Write summary of what is read, daily.
He knew this sounded like a school assignment, but he had a feeling Blaine hadn't been to college or he would have graduated within the last few years. He knew he had to have been with the abuser much longer than that. Maybe he could get Blaine to the point where he could go to college. That thought brightened him.
He quickly typed up what he had so far and zipped them off to Seb to see what he thought.
So far so good. Add in something with physical contact, a hug or kiss per day or several times per day. Allowing you to touch him, etc. Oh and don't forget a list of punishments.– S
How the heck did you turn those into rules, Kurt wondered. And punishments? Come on! Was this the 'Make Kurt feel completely uncomfortable' Day?
8. Allow Kurt to give you shoulder or back massage daily.
9. A freely offered kiss and hug in the morning and at night when you feel comfortable doing so.
not lie or steal. The same respect will be given to you.
11. Add one rule of your own to this list.
If you disagree with or cannot comply with any of these rules, please explain why and it will be discussed and changed.
Punishments. How are you supposed to make up punishments for a grown man who needed healing from punishments, not having more pushed on him!
Punishments:
1. Stand in the corner, hands behind back.
Just like Burt had done with him when growing up.
2. Write lines.
3. Spanking.
4. Add/Remove one punishment you think is fair/unfair.
Okay, that should be good enough. Rules and punishments. Light enough to help him heal, but with the boundaries he needed to help him. Now to go over them with Blaine and hope he wouldn't freak out the other man.
Taking a small plate of various fruits and cheeses, he walked into Blaine's room. The small man sat up when he saw Kurt, reaching over to grab the remote and turn the TV off.
"I brought you a snack," Kurt said, his voice quiet and calm. "I didn't know if you would be hungry or not. If you aren't, I can bag this up for later."
"Thank you, Sir," Blaine said, holding the plate Kurt had handed him.
"You may eat here," Kurt said.
"Okay. Thank you, Sir," Blaine said with a tiny smile. He nibbled at a piece of cheese, his face betraying the pleasure he felt.
"I talked with my friend Sebastian. He is a Dominant and his submissive is named Sam. He is also my friend. Sebastian gave me some pointers on coming up with some rules for you and so I did. But I want you to know you can disagree with any of the rules and we'll try to come to an agreement on how we can change it. Does that seem fair?" Kurt asked.
Blaine nodded, then hesitated. "Sir? You are friends with a submissive?"
"Oh yes," Kurt replied, not realizing Blaine was in shock. "I was actually friends with Sam, the submissive, first, during high school. I didn't meet Sebastian until after high school. They started out as regular boyfriends and experimented with different things until they found the D/s lifestyle and it suited their needs and desires. They keep most of it behind closed doors at their house, but sometimes you'll see hints of it while they're out," he finished.
Blaine had forgotten the plate of food. "Does he beat him?" he asked, his golden eyes large and worried.
Kurt shook his head. "Never. He loves him. I know they have a simple punishment system, like I'm going to share with you. Punishments are supposed to be loving reminders of rules that are supposed to help the submissive. Now, I've come up with a list of rules and punishments and I really want your input. I don't want you to be miserable. I think these rules will be helpful to you, not a hindrance," he said, feeling somewhat nervous.
He handed the list to Blaine who, after a shocked look at Kurt, read the list, twice. When he finished reading, he put the list down and sat there, staring down at his lap, his face impassive.
"Please, Sir," he finally said, his voice shaking, but strong. "Please don't play games with me."
Kurt's stomach plummeted. Had he asked too much of him? "What do you mean?"
"Sir, I know these aren't the real rules. Please, just give me the real list and I will do as you say and submit to the punishments. This," Blaine said, shaking the piece of paper. "Just seems like a cruel joke."
Kurt brushed his fingers through his hair, shocked. "I actually worked hard to give you the easiest, fairest set of rules and punishments that I could," Kurt said, his voice loud due to his astonishment. "Please read rule number ten out loud."
Blaine picked up the paper, his hand now trembling slightly. "Do not lie or steal. The same respect will be given to you."
"Now, how have I treated you since you got here?" Kurt demanded.
"Very well, Sir," Blaine answered, his head down.
"And how many times have I lied to you or tricked you?" Kurt asked, his tone calming as he hoped he finally got through to Blaine.
"None, Sir," he answered, his face flushing then going pale as he realized what he'd done. "I am so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me."
"Of course I do. Now, look at me," Kurt answered, sitting on the edge of his bed, close to Blaine so he could try to keep eye contact. "I know it must be impossible to trust anyone, but please know that I will never purposely hurt you. And I will never lie to you."
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Sir," Blaine said with tears in his eyes.
Kurt wiped the tear away with his thumb. "I forgive you, I do. Don't worry about it anymore. Now let's get back to discussing…"
Blaine's arms flung around Kurt's shoulders in a tight hug. "Thank you, Sir." And with Kurt looking on in shock, Blaine's soft lips met his. Willingly.
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