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Story/Chapter Warnings: Abuse, Submissive Abuse, dom/sub world, language, explicit sexual acts and scenes, spanking, punishment, bondage, and alcohol use and abuse. Use of sexual toys and gadgets. Submissive acts. VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER.

The Submissive

By Rene95

Chapter 8: Work For Your Money


Sterling Anderson studied the boy's face.

"H-how? How can you help me?"

"I work with people, Kurt. I help people. I can make Submissive's who want to be Dominates, Dominates. I help Submissive's take a more controlling role in the relationship."

"Vine Co. is a respectable company. They would never allow anything like that."

"Well, Kurt, I never said I work with Vine Co."

"You're disgusting. Blaine was right about you. About both of you. That is wrong. A Submissive is born a Submissive. You can't change that! You just can't! You're lying to them!"

"Oh, but Kurt, lying is such an easy way to get out of things, and to get money."

"You don't know anything about my parents, do you?"

"And what makes you think that?"

"You just said that you do you're work for the money."

"Did I?"

"Oh! You are so wrong! A Submissive is born a Submissive and a Dominant is born a Dominant and there is nothing you can do to change that. I'm sorry, but who do you think you are?"

"Who do you think you are? Speaking to me like that. I'm a fucking Dom!" Sterling rose to his feet. "You see this?" He slapped his wife across the cheek. "You see that? I can do that. Simply because I'm a Dom. You could do that too."

"Mrs. Anderson, are you alright?" Kurt crept onto his knees. "You bastard-" He stood back up and he was knocked back down with Sterling's fist. Sterling crouched by the boy laying on the ground clutching his face.

"Oh, you poor boy." Sterling kicked Kurt in the stomach.

"Howa-" a whap! to the stomach. "Blai-" Another kick was landed.

"Sterling, Sterling stop!" Zoe screeched. "Howard, come in here, please!"

Howard was already inside.

"You get the fuck off of him." Howard said.

Damn. No one had ever heard Howard say anything.

Sterling ignored the wish and moved up to punching Kurt in the face. Kurt was almost unconscious, there was blood everywhere, he was a mess.

Howard lost it.

Zoe screamed.

Kurt used the last of his strength and rolled out of the way just in time for two men, two heavy Doms, to crash to the floor in a mass of fists and blood.

Kurt passed out.


Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was getting annoying. Sure, the reassurance that Kurt was alive settled his raw nerves, but it didn't relax him. Blaine stood at the foot of the bed, staring contently at his Submissive.

It had been three days. The wounds on Kurt's face from when his father's ring had pierced the skin were beginning to close up, his broken ribs were starting the healing process, and his broken arm look like it could hold more strength. So, why wasn't Kurt waking up?

"Is he alright?" Howard said, coming in and touching Blaine's shoulder. He remained hidden from Blaine's face by standing behind him.

Blaine stood up. "His state remains the same." Blaine still didn't know how to feel about the whole "Howard Talking" thing, but he was willing to work with it. Howard was for his protection only. His protection from his father.

He shook his head to clear it, and then sat down. "What are we doing?"

"I don't understand." Howard said, remaining standing.

"Why are we just waiting for him to wake up? It's stupid. The Doctor's should be in here doing what they can to wake up up. Why the fuck is he in a coma anyways?"

"Blaine. What can they do? They've done all that they can. They've given him protection, comfort, assistance."

"Yeah, I know."

The two remained in a comfortable silence until Howard broke it.

"I did not kill your father."

"I know," Blaine said. "you wouldn't."

"No. I wouldn't of."

Blaine stood up and looked up to Howard. Although Howard was several inches taller than him, he still managed to look into his eyes.

"How did you know? How did you know what was going on in there?"

"I heard it. I heard Kurt try to call for me, and then you. Zoe was making a valiant effort to control Sterling."

"They were trying to manipulate him. I bet my life on it."

"You're right. He was trying to get Kurt to become a test subject at the company while persuading him they were looking for his parents."

Blaine almost threw up. "I'll kill that bastard. He..." Blaine let out a breath. "Thank you, Howard. Thank you. So much. He probably would have..died if you weren't there. I'm obliged to you."

"You're welcome, Blaine."

Howard left them alone, and Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's chest, feeling around for a soft beating. He found it, and rested his hand there.

"No one but me will touch you again."


Zoe stayed in Kurt and Blaine's apartment, by the request of Blaine. Sterling was shipped somewhere. The police had come to arrest Sterling, but also to find that he was beating a Submissive up, being held down by another Dominant, who was their child's protector from them. Zoe was not put to jail, but Sterling was.

Kurt finally woke a few days earlier, and was able to go home the following week.

"Alright, Kurt, watch your step." Blaine said, hand on Kurt's waist, and the other on his wrist.

"Thanks." Kurt finally made it into the house, and collapsed on the couch. "Blaine, can I please walk on my own tomorrow?"

"Maybe. Doctor Miles said you could hurt yourself more if you're not careful. So for right now, it is an order that you must stay on the couch.

"Yes, sir."

Blaine smiled, valiantly. It sure felt good to be a Dominant.

"I'm going to go and talk to my mom. Watch TV or rest, but no getting up whatsoever."

"Yes, sir."

Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips, lingering there, savoring the feeling, and then parted.

"I want you." Kurt said. "Please, sir. Now, please. I need you. So bad." Kurt latched on harder and began to kiss Blaine's neck.

"No, Kurt. Your body is too weak. And my mother is in the music room."

"Don't care. Want you."

Blaine gave in. "When she leaves. But nothing too intense. I'll help you to the bedroom." Blaine winked and picked up Kurt bridal style and laid him on the bed.

"I'm fine, actually. Nothing hurts."

"Sure, it doesn't hurt, but you're still sore."

"Why does it have to take so long?"

"I don't know, why did you have to take so long to wake up, almost giving me a heart attack?"

Kurt giggled and stuck his ass in the air and wiggled it.

"Kurt, stop. I can't be hard when I go and talk to her."

"Then let me at least suck you off. Please? I need it."

Blaine unzipped his pants, and shoved his cock down Kurt's throat. Kurt began to suck at it immediately, and stroke Blaine's back as he did so. He deep throated, and leaned back. He could feel Blaine's cock starting to twitch and he was getting jerky. Finally he came with a deep groan down Kurt's throat, and Kurt swallowed it all. Kurt licked his lips, and pulled Blaine's pants up and zipped them and buckled the belt. He gave an innocent smile and dove in for a kiss with Blaine. They're kisses became full of tongue and passion, until finally Blaine pulled away.

"I love you, but don't get me hard again. I have to go talk to Zoe. I'll be back in twenty minutes."

"Ok. But hurry back. Anything in particular you wanna walk in on?" Kurt said, in all innocence.

"Pump your cock, don't cum. I wanna watch you."

"Ok."

Blaine left the room, reformed his composure, and wiped the sweat from his hairline.

"Zoe?"

"Oh, Blaine. I thought you and Kurt had come back." She said.

"Like it in here?"

"Yes. It's nice to see someone in the family with musical talent. Or real talent, as a matter of fact. I wish I could play."

Blaine automatically loved his mother again. He had never really stopped, but it had most definitely grown dormant. He didn't want to begin to start these kinds of feelings again, only for Kurt, but he couldn't help himself. He fell into his mother's arms.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry. I should have been the one who was killed that night. Not Penny. I should have been a better mother, and called for help but instead I stayed silent and-"

"Mom. Please. Just...just..find a better Dom. Dad won't be out for a few years, and the police station won't put up with his manipulation. If he crosses you, me or Kurt again I swear I'll drown him."

"Just..be careful. I return to the market tomorrow. I most likely won't see or talk to you until and if I get claimed."

"Alright." Blaine wiped a tear from his cheek. "I..I love you, mom."

"Oh, Blaine! I love you too, dear."

They hugged again, and Blaine watched her walk out of the apartment and down the street. He never did ask what Sterling had said that day he beat Kurt. He would save that question for Kurt himself.

He and Kurt would talk later. But for now, he had some orgasms to watch.


Kurt had knee high tube socks on. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a thong on. It was the best kind of lingerie he could find on such short notice.

Blaine almost came again at the sigh of Kurt's cock erect, and he was pumping at it through the built in hole through the thong he was wearing-

A thong.

Holy mother of God.

Where and when the hell had he gotten that?

Blaine wasn't complaining though.

Kurt was pumping harder and harder, and eventually, cum spilled over his chest and stomach from his cock, which was now soft.

Kurt stood up, walked over to Blaine, and twirled.

"Like?" Kurt asked.

"Love." Blaine grabbed Kurt's ass and began to kiss him. He moved them gently to the bed and laid them down. He kissed Kurt for a while longer, and finally spooned him.

"Uh, sir?"

"Mmmhmm?" Blaine asked into Kurt's neck.

"I thought we were going to make love?"

"Well, we've both had orgasms. And you've gotten my cock today already."

"But I want more of it."

"Really? Where?"

"In my ass."

"Why there?"

"UH! Blaine, please fuck me! I really want it."

"No."

"No?"

"No."

Blaine let go of Kurt and turned over. "I don't want to hurt you. You know how rough I get."

Kurt turned over and hooked his thigh over Blaine's. "I want it rough."

"Honey, you're hurt."

"I know, but-"

"It's late,"

"But I-"

"Stop arguing. I said no."

Kurt gave up.

"Goodnight, Sir."

"Goodnight Kurt."

It being almost midnight really sank in, and they fell into deep sleeps.


Kurt woke up before Blaine. It felt good to wake up in his own bed again.

"Good morning, beautiful." Blaine said, stroking Kurt's shoulder.

"I didn't know you were up." Kurt said.

"I've been up for awhile, just..feeling content. I love you so much, Kurt. I mean that."

"I love you too, Sir. You are a very good Dominant to me and you treat me well and you keep my safe."

"I have not kept you safe. In fact, I've failed at that concept."

"No harm, no foul."

"Harm, and foul, Kurt. You could've died." Blaine balanced on his arms, hovering over Kurt.

"It's okay now. I'm not dead, and I will always be by your side."

"Good."

Blaine got off from over Kurt, and pulled Kurt to his chest. "You are not my father's. You are 100% mine. No one else's."

"I am one-hundred percent yours. No one else's."

"Right. Now...how ever will I recover from what I did?" Blaine asked, seductively.

"I have some ideas." Kurt said, rolling on top of Blaine and palming him through his pajama pants. "Are you up for it? Sir?"

"Absolutely. Are you sure you're feeling fine?"

"I spent three weeks in a hospital. I think I'm healed."

"Ok." Blaine flipped them over and stood them up.

"Sir, what are we doing?"

"An experiment."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Since you gave me that show last night, which was off the charts amazing, I thought I would reward you for that."

Kurt's body shivered.

Blaine chuckled, darkly.

"Yes. Yes. You seem to be looking forward to it. You think it will be fun?"

"What is it, Sir?" Kurt got to his knees.

"Standing up sex, bondage, and you have a vibrator."

Kurt's body shivered again.

"Wow, Kurt, is it cold in here or something?"

Kurt glared at him playfully and then Blaine helped him up.

"I may bend you over the kitchen table. Or the countertop. What do you think?"

"I think I'm in for a long evening."

"Hey, don't give me that. You want it, right? Because I can always go masturbate and you can get chained up with your straining cock not getting any release."

"I don't want that, Sir."

"Right, so, I guess you can pick the first spot."

Kurt got up slowly, running his clothed ass up Blaine's leg.

"Chain me around the bedpost, my legs and arms on either side of it. Pound up into me and cum inside me, making me cry out and whimper."

"You realize you will not cum once during that, right?"

"Oh, I know sir."

"Well, let's get started." Blaine stripped Kurt and he pulled him up, hooked either arm and leg on either side of the pole and made it look like Kurt was hugging the pole, or perhaps dancing on it. Blaine moaned at the sight. He admired him work, and liked how Kurt's dick was trapped between himself and the pole. It would give him torturous friction as he was riding up and down the pole. Blaine removed his own pants and tank top and warmed up some lube. He rubbed it up and down his cock, and made a tabletop position with his body. He eased into Kurt. They're first time since the accident would be a little painful, so Blaine probably should have done it on a bed or couch, but he didn't feel like untying Kurt now. It was so sexy and this was a position that he had never tried before. It was kind of tiring on his muscles. Kurt whined a bit and got situated, and then Blaine began to move in and out. In and out. It was so tight and such heaven, that he never wanted to come. He started to go faster, which was fine with Kurt, but he himself was getting a little tired already, so he pulled out and got on his knees. Much better. He forgot the fact that he was going to go slow and began to pound into Kurt, leaving both breathless and wanting more. Blaine was pounding with grunts and growls, and each time he hit Kurt's prostate, Kurt would whimper and cry out. Blaine felt the warmth coiling in his stomach, and his cock and thighs began to twitch. He spilled his load into Kurt. Kurt hung there, limp and breathless, until Blaine recovered from the high and untied him.

"Up for more, Beautiful?"

"Oh, yes."

"My time to choose now."

"Mmmhmm." Kurt nuzzled Blaine.

The two fucked on the bathtub, the countertop, the couch in the front walk-in and living room, their bed, and the floor. They were both exhausted, and Kurt was crying on the floor from sexual intensity of it. And also the fact that he was not allowed to come once.

"Oh, baby, why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"

"No! No, not at all! I just need to come. I haven't, not once. Can I please? I've obeyed you."

"Hm, trying to persuade me to do it?"

"Pleeeease sir!"

"Well, since you said 'please'," Blaine took Kurt's cock in his hand, and began to roughly pump at it. It only took three strokes before Kurt was spilling a huge load everywhere. Blaine licked it up, and when Kurt's breathing returned to normal, and he came down from his high, he rolled into Blaine.

"Take me to bed?"

"Of course, honey."

It was only noon, but that was okay, because they would wake up by dinner.


Kurt woke up, after Blaine, and Blaine carried him to the couch.

"Hell, you probably won't be able to walk for awhile.." Blaine said.

"Don't worry sir. It'll be alright."

"Well, with the long awaited sex out of the way, I think we should talk more."

"Yeah."

"What exactly did my father try to help you with? That's how he catches his prey. He finds out about their weaknesses. Then he uses it to his advantage."

"Well, he told me that he helped get Submissive's into a more Dominant role and position. Like turning a Submissive into a Dominant."

"Oh,"

"Well, I didn't buy it for one minute. I mean, you were born what you are, and you can't change it no matter how you try. It's like being gay or straight. You can't change it. You're born that way."

"Yeah, I know. What else did he say? How did he try to manipulate you?"

"My parents are my weakest spot. One of them. Any mention of them and I'm all ears. He told me that he could get them back. Well, he actually said it in the form of a question. His words were, "What if I could bring them back," or something like that."

"And you believed him?"

"Yes." Kurt said, looking into Blaine's honey-amber eyes. They were beautiful. They had sort of a greenish tint to them, as well. "Yes, I did."

"He was telling part of the truth. He runs tests on Submissive's to see if they could become Dominants. He tries to make them order around a Dominant who wants to be a Submissive, and it doesn't work. They can't comprehend each other. Like something in their brain cannot grasp it. I'm not really sure how to explain it. Eventually he forces them to..have sex. And for the Submissive, who wants to be a Dominant, will be on top and do the actual fucking. The connection would be too intense, and they would..die."

"Die?"

"Yes, Kurt, die."

"So, what did he want with me?"

"I'm guessing he wanted a new generation. To see if people our age are becoming more independent and open in our relationships. He certainly worked for his money, we aren't blue bloods. We were dirt poor before he founded the company. He was probably going to try to do two things. One, manipulate you into thinking that you were going to be looking and finding your parents, and two, trying to make you think that you wanted to be a Dom."

"I would never want to be a Dom. I am perfectly content with being a Submissive. Nothing is better than being loved by you, and possessed by you, and filled by you. You are an okay romantic, but you know, it's just fine."

"Thank you, baby." Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's nose. "I love you, precious."

"I love you, Master."

Blaine made them some salad and grilled cheese for dinner before they would go back to bed.

"I'm exhausted." Kurt said, occasionally falling into Blaine. "I have a question, though."

"Hm. Ask away." Blaine said, and took a bite of salad.

Kurt picked up the ranch and dressed some of the lettuce in his bowl. "How did your father know about my parents? I mean, you never told him anything, I would assume. You hated them,"

"Still hate my father," Blaine interrupted.

"So, do you know?"

"He probably looked you up. I mean, you're logged all in the Market system. They have a record of everything that has happened to you, all up until you were claimed by me. He probably either went to a market and asked them to bring it up, or hacked into the system. He's always been smart with computers."

"Oh."

They continued to eat. Kurt finished, and struggled to get up and put the dishes in the sink.

"I know you're sore, baby. Let me carry you to bed. I shouldn't have let you get up and do those." Blaine picked him up and they went to the room, collapsing on the bed not caring that they were both only clad in boxers for Blaine and the thong for Kurt. Blaine was seriously contemplating whether or not to let Kurt ever take that off.


Morning arrived. Pain, everywhere. There was a small pool of blood staining the bed form where Kurt's ass had been resting, his back ached, his neck was stiff, his abs and ass were killing him. They had definitely had sex to soon, and too hard. Kurt hadn't been ready for it. Mentally, he was, but not physically.

"Kurt." Blaine said, when he saw the blood.

"It's nothing-"

Blaine was up and out of the bed before Kurt could blink. Water from a bath was running in the bathroom.

"Underwear off. Throw them away."

Kurt did so and waddled to the trashcan despite the sharp pain that came from, well everywhere.

Blaine picked him up, gently, and set him in the bathtub.

"Rinse off, soak your muscles and body. Call me when you're ready to get out."

"Are you crying, Blaine?"

"No."

"Blaine?"

"Of course I'm crying, Kurt! I injured you further."

"I don't know what happened! I was fine when we woke up besides a sore ass."

"I know, but injuries get worse when you sleep on it more. Damn it, it's all my fault."

"Blaine! Just shut the hell up! None of this is your fault. I let your parents in that day. I begged for sex. I wasn't careful and got my ass beat. This is none of your fault, so stop acting like it is to make yourself feel bad. You have nothing to feel bad for! Please, stop cry-"

Blaine left the bathroom. Kurt sighed, and went underwater and did not come back up until there was the small nagging feeling like he needed air.