Chapter 4

Blaine felt sore and a little pain when he moved in his cozy bed, the good pain though, which reminded him of last night. Suddenly, his overstuffed blanket was pulled away companied with a growl of "Get up, Blaine!"
He muttered sourly. Then he got a slap on his ass.
"What the hell..."He stared back angrily, finding his Master standing beside the bed. His hair was delicately combed up and was already fully dressed with a water blue checked T-shirt which perfectly matched his alluring pupils, with a skin-tight dark-grey jeans, and finished the look with a skull patterned black scarf.
Gosh, he is such a gorgeous!
A glint of amusement appeared in Kurt's face. "Enjoy what you see? My lazy slave?" He accentuated the last word with a raised eyebrow.
Blaine grinned in a confusion, "Yeah...but what is this for? Kurt? It's..."He looked to the watch, "only 6 o'clock!"
"It's not Kurt," The Dom smirked, "since you signed the contract yesterday, I'm your owner now. So you can call me Master or sir."
"Ok," Blaine chuckled, "What is this about, *sir*? Why you slapped me?" He stroked his ass and pouted, pretending it was really painful.
Kurt tried hard to hide his laughter, making a serious look, "Because I can?"
Blaine rolled his eyes.
"That will add 3. Your attitude." Kurt twined his arms in front of his chest.
"3 of what?"
"Spanking."Kurt said in no expression.
"What?"Blaine couldn't believe his ear.
"Well, considered it is your first day being sub, I will not be harsh on you. But now you've got 15 minutes to get your ass up and take a shower before we sit to have a breakfast and talk about rules."
"Rules?"
"Yes. My rules for you. Your 15minutes starts!" Kurt growled.
Blaine smiled to himself when he took the shower. He looked into the mirror, the man in it was glowing. Finally he figured out what he wanted. He hesitated, but submit to someone like Kurt, was never difficult. He found the way Kurt acting like *master* a little ludicrous, yet attractive. And thinking of being stripped to the knees and being spanked by Kurt made him shiver but aroused oddly. He was long for the feeling of losing control and totally at the mercy of his lover.
Blaine found himself kind of lost in his mind space and ignored the time, so he quickly dried himself, put on his tee and pants, stepped to the kitchen, where he could smell the scent of coffee.
Kurt was taking a sip of his mocha when Blaine presented. He raised one eyebrow, put the cup down, approached to him. "Who said you can wear clothes? Strip!"
Blaine retorted, "It's Friday, Kurt! I need to go to work!"
Kurt narrowed his eyes, sending out a dangerous feeling to Blaine. He put a finger under the chin of the shorter guy."Rule number one: you are mine. Your body, you soul, belongs to me. 7days a week, 365 days a year. So don't tell me it's working day or not. You chose it, baby. You signed the contract. Thus, this," He touched the lower lip with his thumb as saying "belongs to me", he left a possessive kiss to Blaine, "And this," he held his waist pulling him towards himself and slid his hand downwards into Blaine's boxes, clutching his butt, "beautiful ass also belongs to me" he said into the stunning sub' ear, "All of these," his hand slip to the forward, "are all mine. So, if I wanna see my profit, I will see it. Now if you understand, strip!" Then he turned away and walked to the table, didn't need to turn back to see with the knowledge of Blaine would follow his order.
Blaine was utterly obsessed by the possessive Kurt, he turned into nude in seconds. And when Kurt continued with his mocha and looked the naked him from up to down, he was half-erected and could feel the weakness of his knees. So when he heard Kurt snapping, he felt into his knees spontaneously.
Kurt grinned, " So you've got some talent. That's right. Every time I snapped, I want you into the sub space, kneeled, head down, hands on the sides. No hesitation will be allowed. And that goes to rule number two: always obey my orders, no attitude. You only answer my question. Make a request before you want to talk. Nod if you understand."
Blaine nodded obediently.
Kurt smiled with satisfactory. He stepped backward to admire his kneeled naked new sub. There was some dribbles of water falling from his wet black curls, down to his smooth skin, adding some glow to the honey-hued skin, still needs some tan though, he thought to himself. He used to doubt whether it was correct to accept Blaine as his sub, he would be terrifying if Blaine could not take it and leave him one day. But seeing this view, having Blaine so submissive, he knew he made the right decision, thinking of that, a small smile tugged at his lips without him knowing it. He approached to his sub, tousled his hair, making Blaine into a puddle of goo and leaned on Kurt's legs. Kurt smiled, continued his fingers to the neck of his slave, "Your neck is so beautiful yet empty." Blaine looked up in expectation, figuring the hint. Kurt nodded with a grin, "Yes, I'm gonna collar you, the collar I ordered should be arrived at weekend."
Blaine trembled in ecstasy, yet he thought of something. He looked up and requested, "Master, if I may?" Seeing Kurt nodding, he continued, "I...I will be in L.A at weekend..." He could see the eyes of the standing man darkened, he quickly added, "A presentation in the conference of ER..."

"When are you going to take the flight?"

"Tonight..." Blaine's stomach was clenching in fear. "Please...It's important for me...I...You are not going to order me to give up my career, aren't you?" Blaine could see the simmer in Kurt's face flashed, but soon disappeared.

Kurt shook his head and sighed, "No, of course not, honey. I wanna my sub to be a great smart doctor I am so proud of." He caressed his lover's hair with affection, how he wants to stop him!

"Thank you, Master." Blaine smiled his brightest smile, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, these days, about the master and slave thing, I was too occupied. Kind of forget."

"Forget?" Kurt wiggled his brows, "Fine. You can go, but it will definitely adding 3 to your spanking."

"Why?"

"For disobeying the rule."

"Which one?" Blaine widened his big puppy eyes.

"The 'Never hide anything from me' one." Kurt smirked, "Rule 3."

"Tricky Master!" Blaine protested, then turned to shut his mouth as him seeing Kurt giving him the eyes of warning, he gave up, "Fine, three it is." He paused a while, swallowed, "Are...are you going to punish me now?"

"Now? Oh, no." Kurt picked the sandwiches in the table and put it near Blaine's mouth, feeding him."No hands." Seeing his sub biting, he continued, "I will not lay a finger on you until you are collared, and," He raised one side of his lips, "you are also not allowed to cum before that."

"What?" Blaine choked, "You can't! There are still three days before I come back! You can't do this to me!"

Kurt smirked, "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can." He crouched down, covered his sub's desperate cock with his slim fingers and slowly stroked it, "Rule 1, this," he leaned and said into his stunned sub's ear, "is mine, I can do whatever I want to it."

Blaine could see his erection trembled of knowing himself getting no chance of release in a short time. He should feel frustrated of being rejected but instead, it did turn him on of knowing Kurt was the man in charge of his body, his cock was aching now, maybe, he could find a way to help himself at work, Kurt couldn't watch him all the way after all. As if reading his mind, Kurt snorted, "Don't even think about that. Get up and follow." He walked to the couch. Until now, did Blaine notice there was a pile of his clothes on it and above them, was a black leather device. Kurt picked the strange thing, turned to Blaine, using his knee to separate Blaine's thighs wide. Then Blaine could feel the cold yet smooth leather touching his groin, he tried hard to stay still when Kurt pressing hard on his erection, trying to make it soften. Then his penis was restricted by the device. Blaine hissed when Kurt buckled the belt of it and locked with a little silver key and put it on his neck with the rope attached to it.

"What's...?"

"A chasity belt." Kurt grinned, "You can pee through here," he touched the tip of Blaine's cock exposed of the hole of the belt. "It's water proven, you can take showers with it. But," He took a long and greedy kiss from his poor slave, then he parted, "there is no way you can get a fully erection within it." Kurt ran his finger to Blaine's nipple and circled it before scrubbed it brutally. Blaine cursed and standing there, throbbing, with his cock strongly working against the damn chasity. Feeling his change, Kurt chuckled triumphantly, "You look so...tame, my sub. I love the idea you can feel me at work and at...L.A, won't you? And...I want you to expand you before get home, because I'll use you after I collar you, so fierce that I will make you scream." Blaine felt his chasity became extremely tight now, he gazed up his evil master with grudge, but he had to admit that he loved this idea too. He sighed and looked down, "But, how could I hide it when I change clothes in the OR?"

Kurt threw the box on the couch to him, "Wear it!"

Blaine noticed that box was a little loosen than his normal ones, he put it on and checked it. Kurt was right, this one could cover the device underneath perfectly, with the fact that the chasity was designed delicately and very smooth, difficult to be found under clothes.

Kurt seemed to be satisfied with the result too, he gave the rest of the clothes on the couch to him, "These are what you are going to wear today." He sat on the couch, watching his naked sexy slave turning into a decent handsome surgeon with the knowledge of what was under his fancy jeans. Once he wondered if being too cruel to his sub, but seeing the eyes of him, dazzling with the same cognition that he belonged to his master now, he smiled, he had done the right thing.


Ward

Kurt walked to Jeremiah, the destroyed boy had recovered from the trauma now, the trauma of the body, at least. Kurt could tell he was a beautiful blonde before the tragedy as the dark circle under his eyes and bruises on his face were fading now. He looked still a little afraid when a Dom like him nearby though. Kurt sighed, checked the new MRI of him again. "Good news, the hemorrhage in your brain is nearly absorbed now. We can release you today." However, the patient didn't seem as happy as Kurt predicted. "What's that? Aren't you happy about that?"

"Just..." The sub looked down, "I don't have a place to go to. See," He looked through eyelashes, "I can't come back to my Mas...that man anymore...I don't have many friends in town, and the few ones, he...my ex master...he knew all of them. He will find me out!" He scratched his head, "I guess there is no way I could escape from him. Maybe I should just come back and let him punish me, if I'm in good luck, he maybe forgive me..." Suddenly, his wrist was held by a firm hand.

"Stop ruin the suturing I did." Kurt ordered in a hoarse voice, "And you don't need his forgiveness. You are the victim."

The sub immediately gave in to the regalia. The first time he heard the man's voice, he thought it was too high-pitched for a Dom. But when he got to hear the hoarse voice of his, he found himself was attracted, as if sucked into the sub space created by that sexy voice.

Kurt looked at the fragile sub, feeling a responsibility on his shoulder. He was reminded of Karofsky, who was bullied and committed a suicide later, he sighed, couldn't let that happen again, right? This time, he would not ignored the people in need, NO. He released the wrist of Jeremiah, "You can go to my house, before you find the next Top."

Jeremiah looked up surprisingly, "Wh...? No, sir, thanks, it's too much trouble."

Kurt raised one eyebrow, "As far as I can concern, you don't have much choice." He looked into the eyes of the sub, ordered in a sturdy voice, "Come home with me, Jeremiah." He didn't know if it was proper to use his dominant power now, but he was doing the right thing now, right?

The power did work on Jeremiah effectively. The boy was deprived of rebellion by those engaging grey-blue eyes and the low and irresistible voice, all the thing he could do now was to lower his head and say, "Yes, sir."

Kurt stood by the window, looked at the night view of the city, the dim lights starting to light up it. He checked the messages sent from Blaine and the subtle smile emerged in his face. Then he looked back to his living room. Yes, he got a tough problem to solve.

Kurt stepped forward, touched the shoulder of Jeremiah from behind, who was crouching in the couch, watching TV with hollow eyes. The touch made the guy wince at once.

"Sorry, did I scared you?" Kurt smiled, said in a softer voice, "I just want to give you this," he handed the cup to the sub, "Hot chocolate. Could always ease the pain and make you warm."

Jeremiah was dumbstruck by the smile of the Dom. "Th...Thank you, sir." He quickly took the cup and lowered his head again.

Kurt felt sorry for the solitary of the sub, he sat beside him. "You can take a shower, I think some of Blaine's old clothes may fit you, if you don't mind..."

The blonde twined the cup in his hands, "You are treating me too well, sir. I don't deserve this."

"Who told you that?"

"Mas...My ex master."

Kurt frowned.

The sub glanced of him once."He...never spoke nicely to me...And never take me to public, saying I don't 'deserve' that. Saying that I was already lucky enough to have me as one of his slaves."

"One of...?"Kurt looked sadly at the wrenched sub. He already knew there were Doms having more than one slave, but he was never one of them. "That's not true. There are just, always, some people, they would say harsh things to you, but that is just a camouflage, of their fear." He stroked the shoulder of the man beside slowing, "They are afraid of your talent, that one day you may transcend them. Let me tell you a story. There was once a boy, he was isolated by his classmates in high school. They called him," He swallowed, "hubris and queer. Although there was no physical abusing, they just combined together and used the language bullying."

"What happened to that boy?" The sub tilted his head.

"He had to quit school," Kurt was sunk in memory, "he continued learning at home, knowing the people surrounding him thought he was a coward. But later, he made it to the pre-med." He grinned to the sub, "And he became a surgeon now, and even, a Dom. "He poured more chocolate to the sub's cup."His old classmates would accost him now as if nothing happened before, and he just walked away."

"Was...the boy you, sir?"

"Oh, yes," Kurt chuckled, "that was me."

"That...was...incredible..." Jeremiah said with fully admiration, "I never thought a man being bullied could be a Dom..."

"I know," Kurt smiled, "but people could change, could grow, Jeremiah." He paused a while, "It's time for you to grow, now."

The sub shook his head, "No, no, no, I will never be a Dom. I love being dominated."

Kurt laughed, "I'm not saying that you need to be a Dom. I'm saying, Doms and subs are actually equal, you need to stop look down upon yourself. Take me and Blaine for an example, he may be my sub, but he definitely has a say on things. "

"He is a lucky guy." Jeremiah bit his lip.

Kurt grinned, "Oh, yeah, he is, so am I. And one day, you will be." He comforted the vulnerable guy, "I think it's time you taking a shower and go to bed, you still need to get your brain rest. The guest room is already ready for you."


Jeremiah was tossing and turning in bed , without the help of sleeping pills , he was insomnia. Looking at the ceiling, he felt so lonely and helpless. He hugged himself, still couldn't kick that feeling away. He knew now it was already midnight, but he just could not sleep. He thought of Kurt smile, which gave him a sense of security. He hesitated , he finally got up, opened the door of the guest room, crept to go out. He stood outside the room of Kurt, hesitated. Finally his loneliness and anxiety prevailed, he succumbed. He knew he should not, but he was not able to control the desire to curl up in a Dom's side . He slipped inside, gently climbed into bed. Kurt was soundly sleeping . He curled up beside him, watched the fascinating Dom's face under the moonlight, eased at once, and gradually fell into sleep in the end.


Blaine opened the door carefully, didn't want to wake his being loved Dom up. He took off his clothes the same time kicking off his shoes, then quickly peeled his socks down and stripped his jeans, only left with his box and...that damn chasity. He slipped to the en-suite, he smiled when he realized his penis was already half-erect. Finally, he could get Kurt to let it release. He couldn't wait to see his master, thus he shifted his flight from tomorrow morning to tonight, it was a little delayed. But still, he was thrilled to be able to meet his lover sooner. He sneaked to the side of the bed he usually sleep. It seemed that Kurt sleeping a little more to his place today. He climbed into the bed, and hugged the man in the bed from behind. He stupefied in a second, the unfamiliar scent and touch. He rolled over out of the bed and opened the light. He winked several time to the sudden light. Then he could finally see it clear. There were two people in the bed, one was hugging another.

"What the hell?! Kurt!...Jeremiah? You two?!"


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