Warnings: This part: Rape roleplay, toys, orgasm denial, paddling, D/s dynamics? (Kurt starts calling Blaine master), and I think that's it.

A/N: I now have a beta! So, thank you to the lovely Abbi (Daltoneering) for helping make my stories better and more thought out. Less of the I wrote them at three AM and then posted them method that I have been using.

Word Count: ~2,000

After what felt like five minutes,Kurt was jolted awake as the plug inside of him that had been nestled snugly against his over sensitive prostate since his rapists had left suddenly started vibrating. He squirmed, trying to find a way to shift it off the bundle of nerves, but all he managed to do was press it down even harder.

He moaned weakly, his exhausted cock starting to twitch back to life with the constant buzzing. It didn't take long for Kurt to properly wake up and reach full hardness. He whimpered, pulling his hands down to try and wrap them around himself, but with them tied together the grip was awkward and he couldn't spread his legs for easier access. He twisted, whining pitifully, straining against the ties binding him.

Blaine was leaned against the door jam, watching Kurt with great interest. The others were still sleeping in the other rooms, but he'd wanted to play some more, and oh, was it fun. He'd watched him for a little while, sleeping on the floor, obviously uncomfortable but still out like a well-fucked light.

He quickly caught onto the broken whimpers that escaped the boy every time he shifted and realized the plug had to be absolute torment on his abused hole. At that, he smirked, unable to resist. He pulled the small remote control from his pocket and flipped it on to the lowest setting.

He'd hoped that Kurt would stay asleep, but he didn't, quickly jolting awake and trying to move the plug inside of him. Although—as he gave up on trying to stop the stimulation, Blaine noticed that he was starting to submit to it, rocking down against the buzzing object and even trying to stroke himself. He grinned and switched it up to the next level.

Kurt's muscles started twitching and Blaine could tell he was close, getting enough stimulation between the plug and what little he was able to do with his hands. Blaine turned it off and crossed the room to him, pulling his hands away from his straining cock.

Kurt gasped, jaw dropping and heart accelerating. Blaine crouched over him and Kurt watched him with wide eyes, body still quivering from how close to coming he was.

Blaine gripped the back of his hair, yanking Kurt's head up and pressing a hard kiss to his lips. Kurt froze, unsure of what to do, until Blaine bit his bottom lip harshly and he cried out in surprised. He kissed him back timidly, not fighting the tongue that pressed its way into his mouth or the teeth clanking against his.

Blaine's hand snaked down to Kurt's cock, gripping him firmly and stroking him slowly. Kurt keened, arching into the touch and gasping into Blaine's mouth. "Please, please," he whimpered as Blaine thumbed over the head, his whole body trembling.

"Please, what?" Blaine said, a wicked grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

"Please, god, don't stop. So close, Blaine." He was whining, but Blaine shook his head, keeping up the languid pace.

"I don't think you get to call me that," he murmured. "I hold your freedom in my hands. Once we get bored of you, I'm the one that makes the call. Let you go or put a bullet in your head."

Kurt whimpered in fear, stilling in Blaine's hold, "Please, please, don't —"

"Call me Master," Blaine ordered.

Kurt balked. He wasn't a slave, he was a human being, he wouldn't—

"Whether you live or die depends on how much you make me like you. Right now, well, it wouldn't kill me to watch you die."

Kurt's eyes welled with tears. "Please, don't-don't kill me… Master."

Blaine grinned. "Good boy."

Kurt relaxed minutely, but Blaine didn't speed up his stroking. Instead he pulled away from him, leaving him on the floor again. Kurt tensed, craning his neck to follow Blaine's movements as he left the room.

Kurt's brow furrowed as he stared after him, confused as to why he had left and simultaneously disgusted with himself for being so turned on by what he was doing to him. It was best that Blaine had left, he thought. It was easier for Kurt to tell himself that being aroused by this was wrong when he wasn't touching him like that, or kissing him, or caressing…

Kurt groaned, curling into a ball and trying to go back to sleep. Sleep that he desperately needed.

But he was jolted out of his silence when rough hands grabbed his arms, hauling him up and over to the couch. He flailed, his bound feet doing nothing to help balance him as he was pushed over the couch arm. He struggled to look behind him, finding Blaine there again with a bar under his arm and a wooden paddle tight between his teeth.

Kurt's eyes widened and he bucked hard, swinging around and falling back onto the couch. He managed to hit Blaine across the face with his bound hands, effectively knocking the paddle from his teeth and splitting his lip. Kurt flopped on the couch cushions, rolling until he fell off the side, narrowly missing the coffee table and squirm-crawling away from Blaine.

But Blaine wasn't easily distracted by the punch, quickly grabbing Kurt by his hair and manhandling him back into position over the end of the couch. He jerked Kurt's head back sharply by his hair and held a knife in front of his face. "I wouldn't move again if I were you," he growled. "You don't really need that thing between your legs for us to get pleasure from you."

Kurt whimpered as Blaine's shoved his head roughly forward, smashing it into the couch cushions. Blaine crouched down behind Kurt and cut the rope binding his ankles, forcing his legs apart and strapping the bar he had been carrying between them. He cut the bonds on Kurt's wrists too, but quickly retied them behind his back, pressing hard against them until Kurt was almost bent in half over the couch arm.

"Please, please," Kurt sobbed, breath coming in harsh gasps.

"I was just going to give you a light spanking, a bit of a reminder of what you are." Blaine slapped Kurt's ass once, striding over to pick the paddle up where it had fallen. He dragged it up Kurt's side, propping it in front of his face so he could clearly see the word carved into it, the word that would mark up his ass. Slut."But now, it's less of a reminder and more of a punishment." Kurt flinched when Blaine spit in his face, shivering when he realized there was blood mixed with the saliva. Blood he had caused.

"Blaine," Kurt whined, shifting on his toes. Blaine pulled the paddle away sharply, bringing it down on Kurt's ass with a sharp thwak. Kurt jumped and cried out, tears flooding his eyes.

"What was that, whore?" Blaine hissed, bringing it down again.

"Master!" Kurt screamed, "M-master, I'm sorry."

"You will be," Blaine growled, hitting him again. He gripped Kurt's bound hands in his free one, both as leverage to hold him down and as something to ground him. Having this power over Kurt was almost daunting. It was easier to focus when the others were around, knowing he had to tell them what to do, but when it was just him it was exhilarating. It was scary.

They'd toyed with spanking in the bedroom before, but Blaine had always been on the receiving end and only with Kurt's hand, never anything else. Doing this, seeing his ass turning cherry red, the stark letters standing out against the cheeks, slowly fading away and blurring into each other as Blaine kept going, it was a strange flip of roles from the normal. Kurt was always the demanding one. He made the plans for dates, he assigned the weekly chores, Kurt was always in charge. But now Blaine had the power and Kurt was freely giving it to him. It was a heady feeling.

Blaine knew Kurt wouldn't be able to handle more that thirty, when he himself had hardly been able to get there. He started slowing down as the count got higher and higher, Kurt's cries of pain now broken and cracked whimpers, tears streaming steadily down his face.

"How many more do you think you deserve?" Blaine asked, slightly winded and dragging the paddle along Kurt's sensitive cheeks, even running it through his crack.

Kurt whined and shook his head.

"Can't tell me? Then I guess I'll just go until you can." Blaine raised the paddle again and Kurt flinched.

"Dal—"

Blaine froze, straining his ears to hear Kurt's small voice. Kurt's lips worked around the word, but he was hesitating. Blaine felt Kurt's hands grip his tighter as he breathed through the fiery pain on his ass.

"Don't," he finally croaked out, "No-no more, please. I'm-I'm sorry, M-Master. I'll b-be good. Please. N-no more."

Blaine dropped the paddle on the floor and took a step back, taking a deep breath. He crouched down and unstrapped Kurt's ankles from the spreader bar, sliding it to the side before hoisting Kurt the rest of the way onto the couch on his stomach, and patting his red ass. Kurt whined, but didn't pull away.

"Good boy," Blaine purred and left.

"Have fun?" Sebastian asked when Blaine entered the bedroom. He was stretched out on the bed and smirking, but Blaine could see the softness in his eyes.

"Yeah. But I—I think he almost safeworded, so I'm giving him a break. Mostly I just wanted a reason to get him on the couch so he'd be more comfortable while at the same time making it seem like I don't care about his comfort."

Sebastian nodded, "And what better way to do that than an over-the-armrest paddling," he teased.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "I still kinda can't believe we're doing this," he said quietly, sitting on the bed. "It's… interesting. I like it but I don't think I'll ever want to do it again after this weekend, you know?"

"He's your husband and you love him. The idea of having this power over him is intriguing, but once you get a taste you kinda miss the more vanilla sex with all the love and adoration involved." He laughs, softly. "But no one will deny the fact that Kurt looks incredibly sexy like that. Wrecked and covered in sweat, a begging, desperate whore."

Blaine hummed in affirmation, "I'm the luckiest man alive."

"And I will never stop being jealous of you… unless I'm being jealous of Kurt instead. Ever been interested in a polyamorous relationship?"

Blaine laughed. "I'd have to check with Kurt on that one."

They sat in silence for a few minutes and Blaine could feel his eyes drooping. "He's probably asleep again," he muttered, "I'm gonna go sleep on the recliner."

"You do that," Sebastian said, rolling over and flipping off the lamp.

Blaine stood and tiptoed out of the room and down the hall. Sure enough, Kurt was fast asleep again, head turned to the side, tear tracks drying on his cheeks. He opened the top drawer on the coffee table and pulled out a spray bottle, gently misting Kurt's ass in the cooling after-spanking spray. Kurt tensed a little but didn't wake, before relaxing even further into the couch.

Blaine grabbed a blanket for himself and popped the footrest on the recliner up before curling up and drifting off to sleep, watching Kurt.