"So, Kurt fucks you up the ass?"
Blaine paused, taking a moment to swallow his bite of pizza before calmly answering, "Yes."
Blaine wasn't entirely sure why Kurt let Sebastian Smythe in on the competition. When Blaine had asked him, Kurt had said simply, "I have to let him fuck you sometime, otherwise he'll never leave us alone. If he wants to fuck you, he'll have to do it in between watching you spread your legs for every other boy I tell you to. He'll have to accept the fact that I'm in control." And then Kurt had lunged at him, a burning look in his eyes.
"Wow," Sebastian said, "Imagine that, guys. Little Kurt Hummel can spread a slut open and spear him on his cock."
Finn turned to stare at Sebastian as if he'd never seen anyone quite like him. Two seats down, Dave Karofsky crossed his legs, trying to hide what Blaine recognized instantly as a rather large erection. Poor Dave had apparently been unable to stop himself from imagining just that.
Kurt laughed airily, pressing a firm hand against Blaine's thigh, "And he screams my name the whole time."
"Oh, he can remember your name?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "The boys I fuck usually can't remember how to say anything. They moan and babble and beg for more. And that's just when I'm preparing them." Sebastian winked at Blaine. Blaine rolled his eyes and pressed his face against Kurt's thigh, nuzzling his boyfriend gently.
"Well, unfortunately for Blaine, I'll be doing the preparing tonight," Kurt said quietly.
A tiny shiver raced up Blaine's back at the words, at the acknowledgement that this was really going to happen. That Kurt was really going to tie him down and lube him up and let eight boys fuck him, one after the other. Dave, Sebastian, Finn, Puck, Mike, Artie, Sam, and Wes sat in various poses of nervous excitement around the room. Most of the boys were there for their girlfriends, Dave claimed to be there for his girlfriend and Wes had heard from Sebastian that there was going to be a "fuck Blaine" party and couldn't resist tagging along.
Blaine remembered Wes well, remembered the careful, stiff, gentle way he fucked, remembered the slight left leaning curve in his thin penis. Blaine remembered that curve pressing gently into his prostate while Thad thrust wildly into his mouth and David's long fingers pressed in alongside Wes, preparing Blaine to take his thick, dark cock as well. Blaine remembered Jeff and Nick making out, moaning as Blaine took one of them in each hand. Blaine locked eyes with Wes and knew that he remembered it too.
"I know how to prepare him," Wes said, confirming Blaine's suspicions.
"I'm sure you do," Kurt said politely, "But I don't really trust other people to prepare my boy. Blaine's safety and comfort is the most important thing to me, I'm sure you understand."
"Of course," Wes said.
Kurt offered him a fleeting smile, then checked the room. "Is everyone finished eating?"
The boys all nodded, Finn taking one last bite of pizza for good measure. Blaine eyed Finn's package, using his vast skill and experience in cock-sluttery to ascertain that Finn was big. Very big. Blaine licked his lips absentmindedly. The boys carefully stacked the leftover food on a counter and left their sleeping bags in the living room. It was alot like a normal sleepover, Blaine mused, only the pizza was homemade and everyone was going to fuck him at the end.
Actually, scratch that. It was exactly like a normal sleepover.
Kurt lead the group to his bedroom, the eight boys fitting rather comfortably in the chairs Kurt had set up for the event. Kurt opted to stand, taking Blaine in his arms and depositing him on his large, soft queen bed. Blaine lay out on the silk sheets, not hiding his little moan of appreciation. The time for modesty was gone.
"Now, before we begin," Kurt said, "I have a few ground rules for the competition. One, Blaine is not your boyfriend."
Kurt locked eyes with Sebastian who gave him a smirk in return, "Got it."
"Blaine will do his best to make sure this is enjoyable for you, but he's only fucking you because I told him to. Blaine does not have sex with other people without clearing it by me first. Blaine will not be available after tonight, and if you try to take this as an invitation to have sex with him again, don't be surprised when Blaine tells you that he. is. mine.
"Two, Blaine is not your sex toy. He's a person, and he has likes and dislikes of his own. Blaine likes to be held securely. You're more than welcome to fuck him on the bed, against the wall, in the shower, or against any surface in this room, but make sure Blaine feels secure. He's going to have his hands tied behind his back, so Blaine can't brace himself against a fall. If you drop him, I will not be happy. Blaine likes to be kissed, and to have his nipples played with. Blaine likes to be told what feels good and what doesn't. Blaine likes it when you run your hands up and down his sides. Under the proper circumstances, Blaine likes the fucking to be rough.
"Blaine doesn't like pain. You are not to do anything that will make Blaine bleed. Nipping is fine, but biting hard enough to break the skin is prohibited. Blaine doesn't like choking. If you play with his nipples, you may roll them gently with your fingers; don't twist or pull them. Don't touch Blaine's cock; he'll get enough stimulation from you in his ass and his cock will be in a ring to prevent him from coming too early. Touching his penis may seem kind, but it will only hurt him.
"Three, and this is the most important rule. Breaking this rule will get you instantly thrown out of the competition and out of my house. If Blaine says 'no', 'stop' or 'don't', stop moving. Let him explain what's bothering him and then we may have you continue. Blaine sometimes uses those words when he's merely uncomfortable or overwhelmed. But we have one word that means, 'Stop, this hurts and I don't like it and I don't want to do this anymore'. It's our safe word. And that word is "Dalton".
"If you hear the word "Dalton" from Blaine or me the only appropriate response is to get out of him and back away as quickly and safely as possible. The competition will stop, and no one is allowed to touch Blaine sexually for twenty four hours. If the safe word is used, it doesn't necessarily mean you're breaking the rules or doing something wrong. Blaine might be sore after a few guys, and it might hurt too much to continue. Blaine may simply not want to have sex anymore. But if you hear that word, you are to stop immediately. I don't care if you are two seconds from winning; I don't care if you're two seconds from coming. If you hear that word and continue, you're raping him.
"Dad and Carole are going to be out of town for three nights, which means there are three chances to use the safe word. On the third time, the competition will be null and void, and no one will win. The only people allowed to use the word 'Dalton' are Blaine and I. We know what Blaine's limits are.
"Four, you are to wear a condom while fucking him at all times. You are to fuck him in his ass, not his mouth or hands. One guy at a time, please. You're not allowed to pull out unless Blaine and I ask you to or until after you come. I will be the timer and referee. If you try to pull out to keep from coming, I'll just shove you right back in. When the head of your dick first penetrates is when I start the clock. Blaine's pleasure is very important to me; make him feel good and I'll add a few seconds to your time. The one who takes longest to come wins. Do you understand these rules as I have explained them?"
The boys all nodded and Kurt beamed, "Good. Now, I'll get him ready for you." Kurt turned to Blaine, a tiny, confident smile playing across his lips. "Baby. Strip."
And suddenly, everything else disappeared.
Blaine could only unbutton half his shirt before Kurt was on top of him, kissing and running his hands across the exposed skin. Kurt's fingers smoothed over his nipples, making Blaine gasp and the fingers releasing shirt buttons pause. Kurt's other hand took over, and soon Blaine was shrugging his shirt off.
Blaine's pants met a similar fate, dropping to the floor near his shirt. Kurt eyed his rapidly growing cock in a pleased sort of way and turned him over on his stomach. Blaine didn't resist while Kurt snapped handcuffs around his wrists. Kurt loved him. Kurt wouldn't let him get hurt. Kurt was now pressing a finger into his ass and it felt sooo goood... Blaine melted into the pillows.
"Do you like having your ass all full?" Kurt cooed, pressing in two fingers now. That felt better, that felt even more full. Blaine moaned happily. "Is it okay if another one goes in now?" Okay? Yeah, that was fine. That was better than fine. Blaine felt warm, had somebody made it warmer in here. Kurt's fingers stretched into every part of him, making him clench and tighten as a finger pressed against... oh, that felt good! Blaine's body jerked as Kurt pressed a soft fingertip into his prostate. Blaine's penis swelled against the bedding, then against air as Kurt lifted his hips up and spread his legs wide, showing his asshole to the boys seated around him. A helpless moan came from Dave Karofsky's lips, and Puck gave a sharp excited intake of breath.
"We're going to turn you on your back now. It's time for the ring, okay, baby?" Kurt said. Blaine frowned a little. He didn't like the cock ring; it made it so that he couldn't come. But then Kurt's fingers were sliding back in and yes, of course Kurt could put the ring on him, Kurt could have whatever he want as long as he traded in those fingers for something big and hot and pulsing...
"Yes. Yes, just please put your dick in me." Blaine was panting.
Blaine was rolled onto his back, the cock ring snapped into place, and Kurt turned to the watching boys, "Who wants to go first?"