This chapter is very sexually intense and includes the use of a sex toy (poor Blaine). Nothing outrageously graphic but, if these themes bother you please DO NOT READ or stop after the first section.

Of course, if you've come this far...

And Blaine really should know by now that he has a very jealous lover...

Chapter 10 – Gives You Hell

BLAINE POV

Sunday arrived sunny and unseasonably warm. A great day for a picnic. I picked up Kurt at Noon. Once again, he looked fantastic and seemed incredibly happy. I hoped it was because of me.

We drove up to Lima State Park and found a nice spot under a tree. Kurt laid out a picnic that would make Martha Stewart jealous. I had brought along a soccer ball. Kurt refused to play with me so I kicked it around to get a little exercise. After all, I probably wouldn't be able to move for a week after tonight.

As I walked back to the blanket, I couldn't help but notice how sexy Kurt looked. He was stretched out, leaning back on his hands. He looked very content and peaceful. And hot. When I plopped down next to him, I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. He looked at me in surprise.

"Well, what was that for?"

"You just look...really, really fantastic."

"Thank you."

We sat in silence, munching on sandwiches and salad. I imagined what a beautiful scene we made. Two beautiful boys, sitting on a hill, having lunch on a blanket.

When we were done, I laid back, full and content. Kurt laid down next to me. We were silent for a long time until he spoke.

"You know Blaine. I'm okay with the fact that you don't find me sexually attractive."

I wasn't expecting that to come up.

"Like I said before, please don't take it personally. It's me. Not you."

"Oh, I know that," said Kurt. "But...I think you need to understand something. Just because you don't find me sexually attractive, doesn't mean other people won't."

Where was he going with this?

"Well, of course Kurt. After all, you really are beautiful."

He turned on to his side and propped his head up in his hand and looked at me. "As long as we understand that."

Silence.

Wait. What was he telling me?

I sat up and looked down at him. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

He sat up. "Just that you should understand that other people might find me attractive, and might decide to let me know, and I might decide to...act on it."

What?

"I'll still be your boyfriend, of course."

What the hell?

"Kurt, are you saying that you're going to fool around with someone else because I don't want to do anything sexual with you?"

Kurt looked at me with this sexy, knowing look.

"It could happen."

I was stunned. And...pissed. Of course, I knew I had absolutely no right to be. After all, I had a date at 6:00 pm with the very reason why I wasn't the one Kurt was fooling around with. Still...

I looked at him.

He just smiled.

By 7:45 that evening, I was laying on the floor in the basement. My hands were tied at the wrists and my feet were tied at the ankles. I was blindfolded. My entire face was sticky.

And I was in agony. So much fucking agony.

I needed to come so, so, bad. Really, really bad.

And, I couldn't.

Jeremiah had brought a toy.

I had guessed that tonight would be brutal and Jeremiah had not disappointed me. He had arrived at 6:15 pm instead of 6:00 pm. His way of making me really sweat. When I opened the door he had grabbed me, kissed me passionately and then slapped me. Clearly, his jealousy had not lessened since yesterday.

"How could you fucking do that to me, Blaine? How do you think I felt? Having you flaunt your little whore in front of me?"

"Jeremiah, I didn't plan it! And remember, I didn't even want a boyfriend! You were the one..."

"Shut up! Shut up! On your knees!"

I really was well-trained. I fell to my knees.

Tonight, I would not be allowed to swallow. Instead, he came all over my face and wouldn't let me wipe it away.

He announced that we were going to the basement.

The basement was really awesome. My dad had designed it. It had a complete home entertainment center with a huge, movie style flat screen and an excellent sound system. However, this was not why Jeremiah wanted to go to the basement. He liked the fact that it was sound proof. I quickly found out why.

He laid me flat on my stomach, with my arms stretched over my head. He tied my hands and feet together and blindfolded me. Then he made me bend my knees so my ass was in the air.

Then he fucked me.

Over.

And over.

And over.

He was hysterically screaming at me the entire time.

"You belong to me, Blaine. Me! He can't fucking have you! Do you hear me? Tell him, Blaine! Tell him! You fucking belong to me! Don't you dare fuck him!"

He went back and forth between fucking me and then stopping to pull me to my knees by my hair to make me suck him. Sometimes he would come from that and other times he would simply come in my ass. Either way, it was brutally intense and hot and I couldn't wait for my release. My cock was aching and I was quivering with sexual tension and electricity.

But Jeremiah had other ideas.

After coming for like an insane eighth or ninth time, he had rolled me on to my back and gagged me. This was new. Jeremiah liked my mouth free. I was still blindfolded.

I could feel him slide something cool down my cock and suddenly I felt a tightness at the base. I realized in horror what it was.

A cock ring. It prevents a guy from coming.

He whispered in my ear, "I'm going to blow you now, Blaine." Jeremiah gave me the most incredible blow job he had ever given me since we'd been together.

And I couldn't come.

I couldn't even scream.

I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life and I could not come.

It was pure torture. I was in hell.

Jeremiah lay next to me and alternated between lightly stroking me with his fingers and gently massaging my balls. He would take the head of my cock in his mouth and then release it. The sensations were driving me insane. I thought my mind and body were going to explode. He finally removed the gag but, I still couldn't speak. All I could do was moan. And try to beg for my release.

"Jeremiah...please...I..."

"You what, Blaine?"

"I'm...I'm sorry. Please...please Jeremiah..."

"Sorry for what Blaine? Sorry that he is prettier than me and you want to fuck his brains out? Sorry that deep down you want to blow him with that beautiful mouth of yours? What exactly are you sorry for Blaine?"

I was incoherent.

"Will you fuck him Blaine? Will you?"

"No, I swear. I won't. I swear. Please...please..."

"Please what, Blaine?"

"Please...please...release me. Please let me come..."

"No."

"Please Jeremiah...I need to..."

"No."

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"No. Only you..."

Shit! That was a trap!

"What? You want to fuck me! You know the rules Blaine. You don't get to fuck me. I only get to fuck you. Perhaps you need a reminder..."

And then he fucked me again.

While I still had the ring on.

Sound proof walls.

Finally, after making me swear hundreds of times that I still only belonged to him, he removed the ring. I came like a volcano. It was the most intense rush of my life and apparently, I passed out because when I woke up, I was in my bed, wrapped in Jeremiah's arms. He was staring into my eyes and stroking my hair.

"Oh, Blaine. My life was crap until I met you. Please don't ever, ever leave me."

"I won't Jeremiah."

How could I? I was addicted to this crazy shit.