Hello everyone! I am sorry to inform you that there is no smut in this chapter, but my dear clearly smut addicted friends it will be worth the wait in the following chapter! I LOVE BDSM! So the next chapter will be totally consumed with it as it is a integral part of the story. Please let me know what you think of this chapter as always. Peace everyone Hemmy

Chapter 3

Exposed, Hollow and Falling

Puck was physically and emotionally exhausted after the evening with Dave. He had never felt so physically aroused as when Dave tied his hands with the thin leather strap. The feeling of being dominated by someone, was shocking and scary to the smaller jock. He had never freely given control to anyone, no girl or Cougar had he ever been comfortable enough with to allow them that power over him. But with Dave it was different. It was sensual, dark, foreboding. The pleasure/pain sensations that raged through his body as Dave tortured him, overwhelmed his mind until everything else was a blur.

Dave had quickly undressed the submissive Noah, gently wiping the dark body down with a warm damp wash cloth cleaning up the drying cum on Noah's face and body. He rubbed some cooling balm on the red and raw wrists quietly telling the sated Jewish teen that until they healed he would have to wear long sleeves. The larger jock then pulled Noah further up in the bed, shedding his own clothing before crawling in the warm bed. Wrapping his arms around the spent tanned jock pulling him against his pale body until they were spooning.

"You belong to me now Noah. No secrets, no hiding. For either one of us. You're MINE." The words were whispered in the dark room.

Noah awakened some time in the night to the strange sense of belonging in the strong muscled arms of Dave Karofsky. Naked body to naked body, exposed and open to each other. The Jewish teen snuggled deeper into the arms that encircled him before reality came crashing down and the silent freak out started in the confused mind of Noah Puckerman.

Why does he want me? What is it about him that draws me to him like a moth to a flame? I begged him to touch me there! To put his…finger….there….inside of me! I wanted him to FUCK ME! What the hell is wrong with me? How can he control me? Make me want to be treated like a…thing…a plaything…

I can't stop the way he makes me feel. I want him to touch me like that….To make me want the pain. I want it to hurt, so it will feel good. I want to be punished cause I'm bad.

I know that I am nothing but a Lima Loser, trash to most people. The kid who got the queen of the Saints preggers. The kid who went to Juvie being stupid. I'm the one who used to wait for Kurt just to throw him in the dumpster every morning before school. The kid whose father couldn't stand to be around his own son. A kid whose own mother wishes he had never been born.

This is my penance for every fucked up thing I have ever done in my life. For everyone I have ever hurt. I deserve this pain.

Puck stealthily climbs out of the bed, dressing by the moonlight filtering in through the gap in the curtains. He watches as Dave wraps his burly arms around the pillow Puck just vacated snuggling it up against him. Puck wipes at the hot tears he feels slipping down his cheeks as he exit's the room He doesn't stop until he reaches his old beat up Chevy pick up truck. Climbing in the driver's seat he begins to sob openly at all the old wounds his dark thoughts brought back to life.

The upset jock makes it home safely, noticing that his mother hasn't even tried to call him or locate him. She didn't even leave the front porch light on for his return. Walking with his head down and shoulders slouched over he enters the still house and goes to his room. He spends the rest of the night hours sobbing into his pillow over falling for a guy. A guy that he knows could never really fall for a Loser like him.

Puck heard his mother call him or more likely scream at him that he would be late for school if he didn't get his sorry ass out of bed. Puck cringed at words his mother used when 'talking' to him. He crawled out from under the comforter and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.

Stripping in the small area between the tub and the vanity, Puck couldn't help but see his reflection in the mirror as he let his shirt fall from his hands. He saw the bruises Dave had left on/around his nipples, his abs, his thighs, his neck and his collarbone. His body ached at the thought of Dave's hands making him beg for more, to make him cum.

He stepped out of the sweat pants he was wearing and found that his cock wasn't as sore or raw as it had been yesterday. He could actually stand to touch it. Flipping the shower on the somber teen waited for the water to become hot before stepping inside and closing the curtain.

The hot spray felt wonderful to his aching body except for the raw rings around his wrists. The water made them sting and the soap only intensified the feeling. Staring at them he remembered Dave's words. "until they healed he would have to wear long sleeves."

Puck finished his shower and dressed for school. The red long sleeve tee shirt covered everything except the dark hickey on his neck. He knew no one would question that so he really didn't worry about it. Everyone knew that Puck was a slut, so it didn't matter if it showed or not. Bypassing his mother and sister he left for school.

Dave woke with his buried in the pillow, the scent of the smaller jock still clung to the soft cotton fabric. The pale jock inhaled the smell deeply feeling his cock twitch as his mind flashed the night before and the straight up kinky shit that happened in his room. He wasn't complaining or even doubting his sexuality, but he was worried about falling for a guy that in everyday life could not stand to be around him. He sighs throwing the pillow across the room mentally berating himself for being an idiot. Puck was a sex shark and what was happening between them was nothing but kinky sex. But it will be more, it has to be…The large jock thinks as he walks to his bathroom to take a shower and get ready for school.

Before leaving the house Dave sent an email to a friend he had met on a BDSM website asking for any help he could get on how to make Noah realize that he wanted more than just kinky sex with him. Shutting his computer off he headed downstairs to leave for school.

School was normal for a Friday, everyone either making plans for dates or finding someone to hook up with over the weekend. No one noticed the haggard expression on one Noah Puckerman's face. The dark circles or the red rimmed eyes that refused to look at anyone. Even his usually quick temper was dulled down to barely registering Jewfro when he asked about being dateless for the weekend.

The moronic dweeb kept pushing the angst ridden teen until a large figure loomed over him from out of nowhere. Dave Karofsky picked Jewfro up and placed him in the cafeteria trash can upside down, so that when someone did help the pest out of the garbage he was literally covered in the barely eaten spaghetti lunches the teens had thrown away. Jewfro was sent home for the day as the smell made those within two feet of him nauseous.

Dave watched as Noah simply stood up from the table he was sitting at and walked away. He wanted to run after Noah, to stop him and let him know that he was there if and when he needed him. But Dave knew that if anyone saw something, no matter how innocent it might look, any type of comfort given to the dark and brooding jock would be contrived as 'gay'. And Dave knew neither one was ready for that, not right now at least. After several minutes of staring blankly at his phone he sent a text to Puck.

Choir room 10 mins. BE THERE NOAH!

Dave knew the Gleeks would not be in the room since he had seen them all in the cafeteria. After waiting a couple of minutes for a reply he walked out of the lunch room and towards the quiet room his mind lost in thought.

Noah's phone buzzed in the front pocket of his jeans, he knew the call or message was from Dave and he tried to ignore it but he couldn't. Taking the Blackberry out of his jeans he opened the new message. His heart hammered in his chest as he could actually hear Dave's commanding voice say the words to him. His flaccid cock became half hard, twitching at the one sided dialog in his head. He could not refuse the command. He walked quietly to the Gleeks home base with his head bowed down close to his chest in defeat.

Dave arrived to find Noah sitting down at the piano, his long graceful fingers playing a sad but beautiful melody that he did not recognize . He could feel Noah's emotions through the music; the darkness, the pain, the anguish of a lost soul. The pale jock walks back to the door locking it to insure their privacy before walking back to the piano.

Noah could sense Dave the moment he entered the room. The dominant male presence washing over him, comforting and arousing at the same time. He continued to play, waiting for Dave to 'tell' him what to do, to order him down on his knees or to tell him to bend over the piano bench. He never expected Dave to wrap those huge arms around his smaller frame, holding him and kissing the soft stubble beside his 'Hawk'. Noah froze instantly at the intimate gestures.

"What is going on Noah? Why are you ignoring me?" Dave asks his breath warm against the tanned scalp.

"I-I wasn't ignoring you. I just. I thought you. Nothing. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do. A blowjob? Handjob? Just fucking tell me what you want me to do!" The last sentence is more of a strangled sob from the trembling jock.

Dave pulls Noah up from the bench turning the distraught teen to face him. "I want you to talk to me. To tell me the truth. What's going on Noah? Whatever this is between us, it is more than just sex. I am starting to have feelings, real feelings for you. So fucking talk to me!"

Noah jerks free from Dave walking around the piano scrubbing at his 'Hawk' furiously trying to erase how good it felt to have Dave's lips against his nearly bald head.

"I'm st-starting to….I'M FUCKING FALLING FOR YOU! AND I CAN'T TAKE BEING HURT AGAIN! I CAN'T TAKE SOMEONE ELSE LEAVING ME! CAUSE I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH! I'M JUST A PUNK LOSER! NO ONE STAYS WITH ME! THEY USE MY BODY! FUCK ME AND LEAVE ME WHEN THEY FIND SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME!" Puck kicks a chair violently across the room.

"QUINN USED ME TO GET EVEN WITH FINN OVER BERRY! I COULDN'T EVEN CLAIM MY OWN CHILD CAUSE I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH! SHE TOLD ME I WAS A LIMA LOSER AND THAT WAS ALL I WAS EVER GOING TO BE! SHE GAVE MY CHILD AWAY! EVERYONE TOOK HER SIDE!

THEY ALL LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS GARBAGE! THAT I RAPED HER! SHE CAME TO ME! SHE WANTED IT AND AS SOON AS SHE GOT IT SHE THROUGH ME OUT OF THE ROOM AND HER LIFE! SHE GAVE AWAY MY DAUGHTER!" Puck screams at the wall in front of him, fists clenched at his sides.

"BERRY USED ME TO GET BACK AT FINN! THEY ALWAYS CHOOSE FINN! ANY GIRL THAT I HAVE EVER CARED ABOUT CHOOSES THE BASTARD OVER ME! I'M GOOD ENOUGH TO FUCK OR TO PLAY AROUND WITH, BUT NEVER GOOD ENOUGH TO STAY WITH." Puck suddenly turns around facing Dave, tears soaking the dark tanned cheeks, the small trail of snot escaping the flaring nose isn't lost on the larger pale teen.

"DID YOU KNOW THAT I HAD A CRUSH ON THE FRANKENTEEN WHEN WE WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL? THAT ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE WITH THE GOLDEN BOY? I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT I LIKE BOTH CHICKS ANDDUDES! BUT HE CHOSE THE FUCKING ICE BITCH FROM HELL! EVEN KURT CHOSE FINN! THE ONLY GAY KID IN THIS FUCKED UP HELL HOLE CHOSE THE GOLDEN BOY!

I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO KILL ME WHEN I TOLD HIM THAT WANTED TO BE WITH HIM! IF HIS MOTHER HADNT BEEN THERE HE WOULD HAVE CHOKED ME TO DEATH! IT TOOK A MONTH FOR HIS HANDPRINTS TO FADE FROM MY NECK! I WASN'T EVEN GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY BEST FRIEND!" Puck wraps his arms around himself as the sobs wreck his body. The pain of the past clearly showing in his body language as well as his words.

"MY OLD MAN LEFT WHEN I WAS EIGHT! THE DAY HE LEFT, I WAS CRYING BEGGING HIM TO STAY! SAID I WASN'T ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM STAY! THAT I WAS NOTHING! WORTHLESS! THAT I PROBABLY WASN'T EVEN HIS KID! MY OWN MA WISHES I WAS NEVER BORN!

NOW YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH ME! TO MAKE ME YOUR FUCK BUDDY! TO MAKE ME FEEL THINGS I HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE! THEN YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE ME JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! FUCK ME AND BREAK MY HEART! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE DAVE! I WON'T MAKE IT THIS TIME!" Puck collapses to the floor on his knees openly sobbing as his body falls and curls into the fetal position on the cold tiles.

Dave's heart breaks at the words that tumbled out of the beautiful mouth he loved to kiss. Breaking from his place by the piano he scoops Noah up from the floor walking to the first chair he sees sitting down with the incoherent Jewish teen against his body. More words fall from the full trembling lips choked on broken sobs.

Empty…hollow inside…a slut…trash…nothing….hurts so bad….just want to belong….someone to want me….to stay with me…want love…to feel it

Dave pulls Noah tighter against his body, stroking the dark stripe of hair with his large hand while his other holds tight at smaller waist. Tears are slipping from the green eyes as he begins to speak softly to Noah.

"I want you Noah. That day in the locker room, I was telling you the truth. It has always been YOU that I wanted, not Kurt. This isn't a game to me babe. I want a relationship with you, for us to belong together. Everyone else doesn't matter, what they think or say doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that we are falling for each other. I want you to belong to me, to be MINE." He feels the dark arms of Noah circling his chest, holding on, as the wet face is buried in his neck.

The teens stay in the quiet room, the only sounds that can be heard is Noah's sniffling and the gentle voice of Dave Karofsky singing to the stilling jock.

.

We said we'd walk together baby come what may

That come the twilight should we lose our way
If as we're walkin a hand should slip free
I'll wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me

We swore we'd travel darlin side by side
We'd help each other stay in stride
But each lovers steps fall so differently
But I'll wait for you
And if I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So lets make our steps clear that the other may see
And I'll wait for you
If I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There neath the oaks bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
Ill wait for you

And should I fall behind
Wait for me
Darlin I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind
Wait for me

The last words of the song are sang into the hazel umber eyes of the Jewish teen. Everyone emotion showing in Dave's green eyes that the pale jock feels for the dark skinned boy in his lap. Both teens lean in to softly capture each other's lips in a slow chaste kiss.

Foreheads touching, "are you ready to go back to class now babe?" the words are whispered across the slightly chapped darker lips. "Yeah. I…Thank you Dave for….just thanks." Noah can't seem to put in to words what is in his heart because the fear still lingers there. Dave reads the unspoken message without verbal words and replies with a soft smile, "I know….Me too Noah….me too." The boys head back to class after sharing one more sweet innocent kiss.

Dave is sitting in his last class of the day when he receives an email from his friend on the dom/sub website. He asks to be excused to the restroom so he can quickly read it. Once in the far stall of the boys room he scans the information provided by the young man. He fires off a quick response asking for some immediate help. The answer he receives isn't exactly the one he is hoping for but he simply nods his head at the phone as he types in an affirmative response.

Dave fires off a quick text to Noah to meet him at his truck after school. He needs to talk with him about the weekend and what it holds in store for both of them.

Puck is waiting for Dave standing next to the bright red pickup truck scuffing his converse on the pavement not really looking around at the people walking by until he hears Dave's deep voice tell him to get in the passenger seat of the truck. The smaller jock enters the truck without uttering a single word.

"I am going to Columbus tonight. I am going to pick up something for you and I want you to go with me." Dave starts the truck and begins to pull out of the school parking lot. He glances at the nervous jock sitting in the passenger seat who is staring out the window.

"I…I want to go with you. It would be nice to get out of this shithole for a night. I…I don't have any money to help pay for the room though…" Puck begins to pick at his nails not looking at Dave's face.

"This is my treat Noah. You won't need any money, just bring a couple of changes of clothes. But I want you to bring one particular outfit with you for tomorrow night. Your cargo pants, a black wife beater, combat boots, and that flak vest. I want you to wear that for me tomorrow night. I have something special planned for us. Okay?" Dave pulls over in an empty parking lot stopping the truck. He takes Noah's hand in his squeezing it firmly.

"M'kay. I think those are clean. What? What do you have planned for us? I mean….Is this like a date or something?" Puck looks at their hands noticing the stark contrast in their skin tones and at the fact that Dave's hand is quite a bit larger than his own. He looks up at the green hazel eyes that are so warm and caring.

"It is something and a date too. I told you I wanted more than just a fuck buddy as you put it. I want a relationship with you Noah. Trust me on this okay?" Dave doesn't even bother to glance around as he pulls Puck against him kissing him deeply. He can feel Puck open up to him, allowing him total access to his warm mouth. They break apart and Puck whispers "okay" across the pale lips.