A/N: Hi guys, umm… long time no see… *don't kill me* I hope to update my other stories soon and to update more regularly, but I make no promises because when I inevitably break them I feel like an even more terrible person. So, yeah, enjoy this part, hopefully more will come soon. Talk to my muse about it.

Warning for this part: Slight exhibitionism, chastity, Sebastian's a douche, voyeurism? Ish, it's kinda in the same boat as the exhibitionism where it kinda is kinda isn't. IDK Blaine freaks himself out… I think that's it.

Word Count: ~2,500

The pants Kurt had put Blaine in were extremely tight and gave absolutely no relief as they pressed the plug deeper inside of him. He wasn't sure what was worse. When the plug was sending a jolt of pain up his spine with every movement he made or when the pain turned into pleasure, causing his cock to attempt to harden in the tight, punishing cage.

The walk to the dining hall was hell.

He was almost grateful when Kurt ordered him to his knees at the door. His knees were shaking too much to really hold himself up, Kurt's arm around his waist was the only thing keeping him vertical.

He crawled into the room behind Kurt, the new position making him feel like he was being fucked even more. There was no one in the room yet, though the table was set for three. Kurt sat and motioned for Blaine to kneel beside him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Kurt's fingers gently carding through Blaine's hair.

"You should probably learn to quiet those noises, pet," Kurt said, conversationally, "because as much as love those slutty little moans, I don't believe my father will appreciate them."

Blaine tensed, suddenly hyper aware of the little whimpers and whines escaping his throat. "M-master," he stuttered, "can-can you—" he broke off when the door swung open and a young man entered with another boy crawling behind him.

Kurt stiffened above him, his fingers tightening in Blaine's hair.

"Ahh, Kurt," the man said, happily, "you're already here!"

Kurt's back was ridgid, his jaw tense, "Sebastian," he said, his voice only betraying a little of his discomfort and distaste.

Sebastian stopped at the end of the table and the boy—completely naked other than the ball gag between his teeth, the collar around his throat, and the clamps on his nipples—almost ran into him. Blaine eyed him, his gaze halfway between curious and wary.

"And this must be your little fucktoy."

Blaine bristled, his eyes hardening into a glare as Sebastian approached him, crouching down beside where Blaine knelt. Blaine jerked back when he reached out a hand to touch him.

"Hands off, Smythe," Kurt growled.

Sebastian raised his hands in surrender but continued to study Blaine closely. "It's a pretty little thing," he commented and Blaine fought back the urge to growl at him like Kurt had, "pity you covered it up…

"What do I have to do to try it out?"

Blaine couldn't fight down the terrified whimper or the way he instinctively shrank further back into Kurt's leg.

"God, I love that sound," Sebastian moaned.

"He's not for rent, Smythe. Now go sit down and play with your own slave

Sebastian pouted, "I thought you were a generous prince, Hummel, always willing to give to others in need. And I am in desperate need of fucking this slave's tight little—"

"Hello, boys," Burt said nonchalantly as he strolled in.

Sebastian stood from his crouch smoothly, turning to face the king. "Your majesty," he said, bowing at the waist.

Blaine let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as soon as Sebastian was away from his side, slouching into Kurt's leg. Kurt put a soothing hand in his hair, scratching his head as he glared at Sebastian's back.

"It's an honor to be here, as always, sir," Sebastian smiled brightly, "and for such a great occasion as Kurt's birthday!" He turned his blinding grin back to Kurt who forced out a polite smile.

"And we're glad to have you," Burt said, "now sit, we have a lot to talk about."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

Sebastian snapped his fingers at his slave and pointed to his chair. The slave scrambled to stand and pull it out for him. He dropped back to his knees once Sebastian was seated and both Burt and Blaine winced at the sound of his knees cracking against the marble flooring. Kurt kept his expression schooled, biting his tongue against the remark he wanted to make.

"So, Sebastian," Burt said, conversationally as the kitchen slaves brought their food out, "is your father still insisting you find yourself a wife soon?"

Kurt cut a piece of chicken from his plate and held it out to Blaine who took it gratefully, muttering out a small, "Thank you, Master." Sebastian's slave watched him with wide eyes as he ate, glancing longingly up at Sebastian every few moments as his stomach grumbled. Sebastian ignored him.

"Yes," Sebastian sighed, "but I'm wearing him down. He said he'll allow me to have a husband as long as he approves of the boy."

Kurt scoffed, "I feel sorry for the boy who tries to win over your father. What must he do? Fight a hungry lion? Prove that dragons exist by bringing back a head?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "The requirements truly aren't that steep, Prince Hummel. He must be a prince of high standing and preferably a first born son." Sebastian winked at him, chewing his chicken in a way that was probably meant to be seductive.

"You mean me?" Kurt gagged, covering his mouth with his hand, "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little."

"Kurt," Burt chastised.

"He mentioned you by name, Kurt," Sebastian said sincerely.

Kurt shuddered, "Nope, no way, nuh-uh, not gonna happen."

Blaine put a hand on Kurt's knee, looking up at him with a confused expression. The conversation was muffled from where he sat on the floor, but he could hear Kurt and he could tell he was upset.

Kurt just passed another piece of chicken down to him without even looking.

"What is it about me that you find so detestable?" Sebastian asked.

"Oh, where do I begin?" Kurt scoffed.

"Boys," Burt tried to cut in but Kurt cut him off.

"How about how you treat slaves?"

"You have fucktoy at your feet!" Sebastian argued.

"Yeah, I do, but if you look at Blaine compared to your boy, it's not that difficult to see which one's being abused. When was the last time you allowed him to eat? I can hear his stomach from over here."

"It's a slave, it doesn't matter! It eats when it's good, it doesn't when it's bad. It knows its place and stays in it. You've had yours for a day, soon enough you'll realize that the more you pamper it, the more it's going to act out and defy you."

"Dear god, you can't even acknowledge that they're human beings can you? They're people, Sebastian."

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

Kurt pushed his chair away from the table, "I— you know wha—" Kurt stopped himself, seething, "I can't—I have to… yeah, sorry, Dad, but I can't stay."

Burt nodded in understanding.

"C'mon, Blaine," Kurt said as he headed for the door. Blaine took a deep breath to prepare himself before crawling after Kurt. Kurt stopped and turned when he heard the shuffle of his legs on the floor. "You can walk, beautiful," Kurt told him and Blaine wasn't sure if that would be better or not but then Kurt held out his hand for him and he couldn't say no.

He allowed Kurt to pull him to his feet, fighting back a moan as the plug shifted inside of him, but it still came out as a quiet whimper. Something flickered in Kurt's eyes and he wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist pulling him from the room. Blaine expected them to rush back to the room so Kurt could work out some of his anger with a good fuck but he pulled Blaine into a small reading nook in the hallway that seemed completely out of place.

"The architect messed up a little," Kurt explained, noticing the way Blaine's brow was furrowed in confusion, "or one of the builders did, I guess. Anyway, the measurements were off. The dining hall and ballroom were supposed to connect, but they didn't, so they put this little nook in between them to make up for it rather than tear down the walls they'd already built.

"My mother loved it, it was a great place for her to escape from the craziness of royal life during any sort of social gathering. She could just sneak off here, hide in the shadows, and no one would be able to find her, until of course she had me, then the screaming baby kind of gave her away," he smiled sadly but shook his head, "but anyways…" he bit his lips nervously dropping his arm from around Blaine's waist to wrap it protectively around his waist.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I-I kind of went off on Sebastian back there about how he doesn't treat his slave like humans when I haven't really been living the part either."

"Master—" Blaine started to protest because Kurt was nothing like Sebastian from what he saw but Kurt held up a hand to quiet him.

"Do you want it out?" he asked, "The plug, I mean. I don't have the key on me so I can't take the cage off too, but I can at least make it somewhat bearable for you to walk back to the bedroom."

Blaine glanced around, noting how dark it was and the lack of people around. If no one could find Kurt's mother when there were hundreds of people milling about, the four or five slaves that might pass by wouldn't spot them. He nodded slowly, swallowing hard.

"Okay, then just—um… bend over, by this wall," Kurt pulled Blaine by the arm, positioning him in the darkest corner. Blaine put his hands out to brace himself, forcing his ass back. Kurt swiftly undid his pants and pushed them down just far enough to get at the plug. He pulled carefully, Blaine's rim, swollen and red, clenching tightly around it.

Blaine let out a shaky breath as Kurt worked, a broken moan stuttering past his lips as he rocked his hips back on the plug dragging across his prostate. Blaine gasped when it finally popped out, head dropping so his chin was pressed to his chest.

He waited patiently, expecting Kurt's cock to soon replace to plug but the prince just pulled his pants back up and buttoning them back up. He stayed where he was, brow furrowed. Sure, Kurt had been talking about simply making him more comfortable but he'd expected he'd still enjoy the chance for a bit of controlled danger, or at the very least be turned on by Blaine's gaping hole and just take him anyway…

"C'mon, gorgeous," Kurt said, petting Blaine's hair. Blaine stood slowly, giving Kurt a curious expression. Kurt just took his hand in his and started out of the cove. Blaine looked around for the plug, noticing a bulge in Kurt's pocket. He kept his head down as they walked, mind racing. He didn't know what to think about Kurt's actions, whether to be relieved or scared… Kurt might stop using him for sex after this, or at least give him a choice in the matter, but if Kurt stopped using him, would he have to serve others?

Was this something Blaine had caused? Had he tensed one to many times when Kurt ordered him to do something? Was he not being good enough? Was that why Kurt didn't want him anymore? His heart was pounding in his chest as Kurt paused by a long hallway, one way lead to the royal chambers and Kurt's room, the other to the slave quarters.

"If you would prefer it for tonight, you can go sleep with the other slaves, spend some time with your friends," Kurt said quietly, letting go of Blaine's hand.

Blaine's breath stuttered, "M-master… please…"

Kurt nodded, biting his lip, "Go ahead, then," he muttered.

Blaine looked down the hall. This was it, Kurt was getting rid of him. It's been two days and Kurt was already bored of him. He took a deep breath that caught in his throat. He took a hesitant step, trying to picture what life would be like now, used by all, fucked and beaten, he'd have to get pointers from Brittany… but he didn't want to. He didn't want to be used by others. At least Kurt was kind of nice and let him get off too. The other's probably wouldn't care. The others would treat him like an animal, they wouldn't call him by name, or call him beautiful…

"Please, Master," he whispered again, dropping to his knees, "I'll t-try better, I'm s-s-sorry that I a-act nervous some-sometimes, I'll try-try to stop. I wuh-won't quest-t-tion you," his breaths started hitching with sobs. If he was open for use by anyone Sebastian could use him. His throat started closing up but he fought through it, "I'll be-be so good, I swear. You-you can do whatev-ever you wa-want to m-me. I'll-I'll take-take it. Please, p-please don't make me go."

Kurt was frozen above him, jaw dropped, "Blaine," he breathed.

"Please, please, please," he gasped for air, tears streaming steadily down his face.

Kurt crouched down in front of him, cupping his chin and forcing his head up, "Blaine, what exactly do you think is going to happen if you choose to go to the slave quarters for the night."

Blaine sniffled, "Y-you don't wa-want me anym-more. You're get-getting rid of m-me. I'll-I'll be a public s-sex slave."

"Blaine," Kurt said sternly, taking his head in both of his hands, "you are mine and nothing is going to change that, understand? I just need sometime to think about what things I need to change and I thought it might be better if we spent the night apart, but that's your choice, if you don't want to go, you don't have to."

"Please, please, don't m-make me, please," Blaine clutched at Kurt's hands on his face.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, you don't have to, it's okay." He wiped the tears from Blaine's face with his thumbs before standing carefully. He pulled Blaine up and into his chest, holding him tightly, waiting for Blaine's crying to quiet. A few slaves passed, eyeing the boys curiously, but none dared question the prince, though they did scurry off to tell everyone else. Finally Blaine's sobs turned into soft hiccups that turned into deep and only minimally hitching breaths.

Kurt pushed Blaine away, holding his chin tightly in one hand to force him to make eye contact. His eyes were red and swollen and they kept darting around, clearly still scared.

"Here's what we're going to do, okay? We're going to go back to my room and you're going to change into something comfortable while I send someone to get us food, since neither of us ate much at dinner. Then I'm going to give you a massage and we're going to talk, sound good? Afterwards, you will still have to choice of going to the slave quarters if you want to think on your own, or you can stay with me. It's entirely up to you, and your decision will not change the fact that tomorrow I will me collaring you as mine and only mine, okay?"

Blaine swallowed and nodded.

"Good boy," Kurt praised, petting his hair back. Blaine smiled weakly at him, the phrase sending a pleasant feeling throughout his body.