WARNING: Consensual BDSM (sorta mild but let me know if you want to read more of this sort of stuff or something else.)
To say that Kurt was nervous was an understatement, but Blaine was by his side the entire way down the elevator. They were heading to the basement. Kurt was dressed in a conservative black turtleneck and skin-tight leather jeans. Blaine thought he looked incredibly sexy. Sometimes less was more. Blaine's arm wrapped around Kurt's waist snugly and his boyfriend kissed his temple. He could sense how tense Kurt was.
"Relax. It'll be fun." Blaine assured. It was one of those times where he wanted to bundle Kurt up in his arms and kiss him all over. But more than that he wanted Kurt to learn and experience everything life had to offer. And he wanted Kurt to learn from the best. Mr E was the best.
"Kurt, I have to tell you something." Blaine knew Kurt would hate this, but if he had told Kurt sooner, he was worried the boy would have backed out.
"What is it?" Kurt watched as Blaine looked guilty.
"I ah, I won't be joining you this evening."
"But I thought you weren't working tonight?"
"You know how we never got around to talking about what I meant when I said, 'I've had worse?'"
"We are kind of bad at having serious conversations, aren't we?" Kurt tried to lighten the mood with a little humour.
"I don't want to be in that room, but that doesn't mean you can't be. I promise I will answer all your questions after, just enjoy it, ok?"
"It will be hard without you around." Kurt didn't hide his disappointment. Blaine curled a hand across Kurt's cheek and kissed his lips delicately.
"Just listen to your new teacher, ok?" Blaine kissed him again, this time letting his tongue slip across Kurt's lips. They had gone through their limits beforehand, discussed what they would both feel comfortable with, and of course with Mr E. but despite their planning, Kurt was still nervous.
"Of course, Mr Anderson, I will be a model student." Kurt winked. Blaine grinned, spun Kurt around and slapped his ass out of the elevator door. Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine who winked a wicked eye as the elevator doors closed.
The elevator opened to a long corridor. The cement floor extended up into the ceiling and was lined with dim, unwelcoming light. It was not Kurt's idea scene, but Blaine had assured him that each room was completely different inside. Kurt was looking for room B-5. It was down the end of the corridor. He was not sure what to expect. And what he found was a complete surprise.
Kurt knocked on door B-5.
"Enter." A voice called back, and Kurt did so. The room was the size of a large bedroom, but it had no bed. Instead it had a tilted massage table with leather ropes attached. From the ceiling hung chains and restraints. There was a peculiar black, lumpy cocoon-like vertical hammock suspended from the left corner of the room. On the back was were a collection of whips, paddles and other expected paraphernalia. There was a cloaked figure with his back to Kurt who was sorting out a few pieces of equipment on the table before him. He wore a long black leather cloak, like something out of the Matrix.
"Um, hello?"
"Good to see you Kurt." The voice didn't turn around, but he sounded oddly familiar.
"Do you have any questions before we begin?"
"No, ah, I think we went through most of them last night." Blaine, Kurt and Mr E had discussed their limits, what they were comfortable doing and everything else via text.
"And do you have a safe word?"
"Corduroy." Kurt replied. "It's the ugliest of all the fabrics." Was that a snicker from Mr E? The man still hadn't turned around the face Kurt, instead he was examining a paddle that he had pulled from a black case.
"The subject's safe word is 'water polo'."
"Um, where is the subject?" Kurt asked. It was then that Mr E turned to face Kurt.
"He's in the-"
"Elliot!"
"Kurt!" The man who stood before him was almost unrecognisable underneath his dark-smoky makeup and eagle sharp contouring, but it was most certainly Elliot. A grin twitched up one side of his lips in a crooked grin. "well, now that I know I'm dealing with the most vanilla person in the world, let's start with the very basics." Kurt wanted to give Elliot a slap for that comment, but he knew better than to nudge the person holding the whip.
"The subject is in his sensory deprivation cocoon." Elliot gestured to the strange lumpy cocoon suspected from the ceiling. Now Kurt understood why it was lumpy, there was someone inside. Their head was just peaking out from the top, and upon his face was an eye mask and stuffed into his ears were ear plugs. Despite only a little peak of a nose and a wisp of blond hair being visible, Kurt knew right away it was Sam. A cheeky buzz hummed in his chest. Sam was gorgeous. Sam trusted both Mr E and Kurt with his flawless skin. Blaine must have known who Kurt would be working with but had kept it a surprise. That sneaky boy, Kurt thought.
"Sam likes to stay in there for the first ten minute and then we begin. The cocoon allows him to clear his mind. Mindset is extremely important when it comes to BDSM, for both of you. Everything has to come from a place of caring and trust." Elliot explained. Kurt nodded as Elliot grabbed a few smaller paddles and laid them out next to the restraint table.
"Sam's motivations for this are a peculiar mix of disciple and release. He says it gives him the motivation he needs for the rest of the week to stay on task. But don't mention modelling or exercise, this is his chance to escape the real world. Do mention the size of his muscles, he likes a bit of ego stroking. He's not into derogatory words or name calling so keep your mouth clean, in fact, you don't need to say much at all, just do as I say." Elliot winked as he began to unzip the cocoon. He removed Sam's ear buds and blindfold. Sam emerged as if he was seeing for the first time, his legs were a little shaking as they balanced on the ground. He wasn't wearing anything but that same gold pair of gold shorts Kurt had seen in him in the first time they had met. Sam smiled when he saw Kurt.
"Hey, Kurt."
"Hi Sam."
"You will address me first." Elliot demanded.
"Sorry Mr E. Hello Mr E."
"Kurt, assist the subject into his chair." Kurt hooked an arm under Sam and lead him to sit down. He was a bit shaky on his feet, having been suspended. Sam lowered himself down wordlessly and Kurt slowly ran his arms down Sam's biceps as he placed them into each arm rest.
"Kurt, I am going to show you how to tighten these restraints correctly." Elliot explained.
"Yes Mr E." Kurt replied.
"Very good." Elliot brushed up behind Kurt and reached his arms around him. Elliot's scent was musky and rich. Kurt couldn't help but lean back into his chest as Elliot explained. He showed Kurt how to tighten each restraint without causing bruising, and with just the right amount of pressure.
"Now your turn." Elliot motioned for Kurt to do the same to the other arm. Kurt took his time. He let his hands wander over Sam's shoulders. Sam seemed to like that, a goofy grin spreading across his face as Kurt massaged and squeezed his bicep.
"Anytime today, would be good, Kurt." Elliot spat. When Kurt looked up, Elliot gave him the thumbs up and mouthed "you're doing great, keep going." Kurt traced down the veins in Sam's arms gently, taking a little bit more time to appreciate Sam's muscles before tightening the restraints with a generous tug.
"Good. The same for his legs and try not to get too distracted." Elliot sighed as if he were growing bored. Kurt grinned to himself. Elliot was good at this. Kurt purposefully leant across Sam's upper thighs to grab one of the restraints to pull back across. He felt how Sam's body tensed excitedly with the pressure. Kurt splayed his fingers out over those quadriceps and finished strapping Sam in securely.
"Very good, Kurt." Elliot rewarded them. Kurt returned to Elliot's side, letting a nonchalant hand trail up Sam's body as if he were a hand rail and Kurt was jogging up a flight of stairs.
"Thankyou Mr E."
"For doing such a good job, I am going to let you choose which instrument we will use first." Kurt spied his eyes across the collection before him. there were the usual paddles and whips, something that was sure to go underneath Sam's golden pants, and the last was a glass like wand with a handle and a bulb at the top. Kurt was curious, so he picked that one.
"Very nice." Elliot smirked. "The trick with this one is to start on the lowest setting. When you find Sam isn't responding as much, then increase the current."
"But what does it do?" Kurt asked.
"Use it as you would your fingertips." That was all the explanation Elliot provided. Kurt turned back to Sam, who lay there with his eyes closed, waiting. Kurt placed the small bulb of the wand to Sam's pec. Electricity coursed through the glass object and zapped Sam's chest. His eyes flung open. Kurt grinned a little, loving how such a little shock could affect someone in such a way. He began to move and trace around each of Sam's muscle groups as if he were carving a work of art. Kurt increased the setting when he reached Sam's flanks, running the probe down Sam's ribs. Sam groaned and thrusted sideways against his restraints. Kurt couldn't help but grin.
"You're doing well, Kurt." Elliot encouraged. He began to stroke a hand through Sam's blond hair while Kurt lowered his wand between Sam's thighs. At first, he was worried about whether the tender skin just above Sam's knees would be too sensitive, but Elliot gave a nod to say it was alright. Kurt increased the setting once more and Sam howled. Elliot was there, with a hand to his cheek which stroked down his skin then gave a quick little slap.
"Would you like to see something, Kurt?" Elliot asked. "I think you will love this."
"Yes, please Mr E." Kurt was enjoying making Sam's knee twitch. Elliot returned with a device which he held in his hand, attached were four wires and pads. Elliot planted each pad on the four corners of Sam's abdomen. Elliot pressed a button and suddenly Sam's body arched, his abs crunched to an impossible degree. Kurt's eyes lit up. Sam let out a scream as if he were trying to keep his muscles from ripping from his body. Kurt never realised the human body could clench like that. Elliot pressed another button to release Sam from his tension. He panted as if he had been electrocuted.
Kurt placed a flat palm over Sam's abdomen just in time for another pulse of electricity to excite. Kurt gripped his fingers into those ripples and pushed Sam's body back down into his chair. It was then Sam realised that stifled in those golden shorts was Sam's erection. He really was enjoying this. Kurt buzzed his little wand, which probably wasn't doing all that much no compared to the stimulation Sam was experiencing, down across the V of his hip bones, along the rim of his shorts, and back up the other side. Elliot did this a few more times until sweat began to bead across Sam's forehead.
"Kurt, remove the pads and restraints." Elliot ordered.
"Yes Mr E." Kurt replied, a little disappointed. He liked watching the way Sam's body twisted with electricity. Sam was panting as Kurt did as he was commanded. He noticed the sweat that glittered over Sam's chest. He reached over Sam again, letting himself touch and brush and tease the boy. Elliot watched with approval. Kurt gave that softer touch that Elliot never did. Sam seemed to like it.
"Thankyou Mr K." Sam breathed as he sat up, flexing his freed limbs. Elliot raised an eyebrow. Mr K! Kurt had to earn that title.
"That is Apprentice K, to you, Sam." Elliot barked, roughly pulling Sam from his seat. He shoved Sam forward towards the wall and pressed him up against it roughly. He had to balance out Kurt's tender touch. They could work well together.
Elliot latched Sam into the metal chain restraints, one arm in each, hanging them above his head. Elliot's hands ran down his flanks, then to those golden shorts, stripping them down off his hips and to the floor. Sam's bare ass was in view. With the angle from which his arms were hanging, his shoulder muscles were also on display.
"Kurt, I am going to show you how to use whips and paddles without leaving any marks, alright?"
"Yes Mr E."
"What do you say to that Sam?"
"Yes, Mr E. Yes, Apprentice K." Sam's voice shook a little with anticipation.
"Kurt, hand me Charlie." Elliot had explained that each piece of equipment had a name and knew which one to take. It was a short thick paddle about the width of Kurt's hand.
"It's important to warm him up first." Elliot explained then gave Sam's ass a moderate thwack. The muscle rippled with the sensation. Elliot hit the same cheek again as if he were back hand hitting a tennis ball across the net. Kurt watched and memorised the motion. Elliot handed the paddle to him. The sound of leather slapping ass excited Kurt and watching the redness appear on Sam's skin.
Once Sam's ass was a strawberry red ripe colour, Elliot asked for Hydra. This was a little cat o'nine tail flogger. Kurt ran the soft leather through his fingers. He liked this one.
"Use this one on the flanks, Kurt, like this." Elliot whipped this one a little harder with a flick of his wrist. Sam gave out a cry. Kurt could only imagine how it would sting.
"More please, Mr E." Sam begged. Elliot obliged. He whipped Sam three more times before handing the flogger to Kurt.
Elliot explained a few more toys and instruments as they excited Sam. There was Constance, Alex, Louis and Esha. Kurt noticed how Kurt liked to touch Sam's flesh between each toy, feeling the small, temporary redness, pressing his fingers against his muscle. Sam groaned at those moments of tenderness and screamed with pleasure with each sting and hit.
All too soon, they had used every instruments Elliot had supplied.
"Kurt, Uncuff Sam." Elliot ordered at the end of their session. Kurt pressed his body flush up against Sam's ass as he reached up to uncuff his hands.
"Thank you, Apprentice K." Sam breathed.
"Dress yourself. Before you turn around." Elliot ordered. "Kurt does not need to see all of you just yet." Elliot saw the flicker of disappointment flash across Kurt's face and grinned. It wouldn't be fair if Sam was the only one tormented in this session.
Kurt really hoped his own confused arousal wasn't showing. It didn't help when Sam bent down to retrieve his pants. Nothing went amiss by Elliot who eyed Kurt with fascination. The boy had done well, he had listened and paid attention. He had enjoyed using the toys and thoroughly enjoyed the way Sam's body had responded to it. And Elliot did notice Kurt's bulge in his pants. He folded his arms across his chest, he would have to assure Kurt that it was completely normal.
"Sam, what do you say to Kurt?"
"Thankyou Apprentice K." There was a dreamy, melodic sound to Sam's voice. "Thankyou Mr E."
"Kurt, return Sam to his cocoon."
Kurt lead Sam towards his cocoon with a firm grip to his bicep. Elliot watched how Kurt pushed Sam back into the black cocoon and bent to his knees. Kurt zipped the cocoon up slowly, letting the zipper slowly slide up passed Sam's cock, Kurt's hand couldn't help but brush against it, then up his abs. Kurt grinned a little when the touch made Sam gasp. There was a thrill in the tease.
Kurt replaced the blind fold and took a step back. Elliot was beside him, an arm wrapped his waist.
"This is the part where we disappear, he will wake up when he's ready. Here, help me take some of my things."
By some of Elliot's things, he meant almost everything that had been in the room. Kurt had a solid black case in each hand, Elliot only had one, after all, Kurt was the apprentice. By the time they had reached Elliot's car Kurt asked.
"I didn't know you did this sort of thing."
"I like to keep it quiet, but I've managed to get myself quite a following. I enjoy it. It's nice to be in charge. You're quite a good apprentice."
"Thankyou."
"Blaine will be very happy." Elliot closed the trunk of his car and turned to face Kurt to gauge his reaction.
"He will?"
"You've learned something about yourself and you enjoyed it. Don't think I didn't see what was going on downstairs." Eliot wiggled an eyebrow. Kurt blushed. "Make you tell Blaine that too, he will like it."
"He will?"
"Oh yeah. He likes to watch, and you like to tease."
"I suppose I do." Now that Kurt thought about it, it all made sense, the gentle brush and stroke of fingertips, the anticipation of something more, the arousal he made Sam feel, he felt that too. "Elliot."
"Hmm?" They slipped back into the club.
"If he likes to watch then why didn't Blaine come down to the basement tonight?"
"The basement rooms are hired out. There's a strict process to hire the rooms so things don't get out of hand. All I know is that something happened, which was why it took me forever to get my own room. I don't know much else."
"Oh."
"You don't need a basement anyway, sometimes the best play can be as simple as a feather."
Blaine was waiting for them by the bar. He was sitting casually on the barstool, with a drink in his hand and not serving them for once. Elliot slipped away into the crowd. Kurt, b-lined right for his boyfriend. His arousal, which never really subsided, filled his pants again with a deep ache. Blaine spotted him but before Blaine could even open his mouth to say hi, Kurt's lips crushed against him. he moaned his greeting into those lips. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and shoved it down is pants. Blaine's hand was cold with the condensation from the glass he had been holding. This made Kurt groan even louder as Blaine's hands cupping him tightly. His fingers felt like heaven.
Their bodies pressed as close together as humanly possible and their lips moved over one another with a violent urgency. Blaine tasted like a smoky whisky and Kurt loved it.
"I'm gathering things went well?" Blaine spoke once he had regained himself from the shock of Kurt's forcefulness. It was almost like he could smell the desire coming from his boyfriend.
"Is my place or your place closer?" Kurt breathed. Blaine's hands were still down his pants and palming every inch of him. Kurt pressed his hips harder into his hand, his arms linked around Blaine's neck.
"I don't think you can wait until we get to either apartment." Blaine could feel the wetness over Kurt's cock. "Follow me."
Blaine did not lead them to the main floor of the club, instead he led them through the employee's secret stairwell, the same place they had first kissed.
"Blaine, won't we get caught?" Kurt asked not that he was in a state of caring, his cock was pulsing hot and barely contained within his pants.
"Not if they can't see my face." Blaine spun them both around, so it was Blaine that was up against the brick wall. Getting caught seemed to be the last thing on Blaine's mind. He had pulled Kurt's hips up against his and was sucking so hard on Kurt's neck it bordered on pain. Kurt gasped and whimpered. His cock was aching for Blaine's touch again. He was aching so much that he grabbed Blaine's hands from around his waist and shoved them back down his pants. Kurt's lips sucked Blaine's tongue from his mouth and his hands gripped Blaine's gelled hair.
"And how do you suggest you hide your face?" Kurt purred. His cock was throbbing in Blaine's hand. His strokes were long and firm.
"I can think of one way." Blaine began to sink down the brick wall to Kurt's crotch. Before Kurt could think of some other snide remark to say Blaine's whole mouth swallowed him. It took every ounce of self-control not to thrust his hips and cause Blaine to hit the back of his head against the wall. Blaine was very much concealed by Kurt's body and his face well and truly burrowed in Kurt's pants.
Blaine swallowed as much of Kurt as he could handle, delighting in Kurt's unstoppable cries. His hips rocked into Blaine's mouth and Blaine rested back against the wall, letting Kurt thrust into him. tonight, he wanted Kurt to use his mouth, to hit far back enough to make Blaine gag, to find that balance of urge and self-control. Blaine sucked and tightened his lips, he wrapped two fingers at the base of Kurt's wet cock to let Kurt know that's how far he could push.
Kurt quickened his pace, comfortable now that he wasn't going to hurt Blaine. His palms were flat against the brick, giving him leverage and his head bent down to watch the sight of Blaine swallowing him over and over again. That shining mop of sleeked hair, that perfect nose, the crest of those lips around his flesh. His body quickly built up with pleasure. The swallowing action of Blaine's mouth brought him close.
"Blaine." Kurt warned but he didn't slow down. Blaine's hand encouraged him by tugging at his belt loop sitting low on his hips. "Blaine."
Blaine responded by flicking is tongue across Kurt's head and removing those two fingers that stopped Kurt from thrusting deeper. Kurt couldn't help himself, his cock filled and released into Blaine who gripped Kurt so tight with his lips Kurt couldn't have moved even if his orgasm had allowed it.
Blaine watched as Kurt's head tossed back and his lips parted with a sonorous scream. His mouth filled with him, full and thick. Blaine swallowed that bitter taste. Blaine was close himself, his body on edge after hearing Kurt come, but he wanted to wait, he wanted to go back to his place, he wanted to be inside Kurt.
"Kurt." Blaine rose to his feet again. Kurt's eyes were only half open, his body recovering and his breath a rapid pant. Blaine helped him by buckling his pants back up and nuzzling his cheek. "Kurt." Blaine repeated. when Kurt didn't respond Blaine chuckled. "Don't make me carry you all the way back to my place." But Kurt had other plans. He draped his arms around Blaine's neck and sprung up on his feet, wrapping his thighs around Blaine's waist.
"Why not? Afraid you won't make it home?" Kurt could feel Blaine's erection. Blaine embraced him in a tight grip, Kurt was in no danger of falling.
"You wouldn't want to tire me out before we reach the bedroom, you wouldn't want to take the risk."
"Boys!" A voice demanded before Kurt could reply with a witty quip. They both looked up the stair case to find Danni holding a tray of drinks and looking awfully impatient.
"Danni, ah, hi there." Kurt smiled awkwardly, placing is feet back on the ground. "Ah, how long have you been standing there for?"
"Long enough for the drinks that I'm holding to feel very heavy." she was not impressed. "There are designated sexy time areas for these sorts of shenanigans which I do recall going through with you on your induction." Then she turned her eyes to Blaine. "And Blaine, this is your night off, you can't be at work on your night off. Who comes to work on their night off?" Danni found this unfathomable.
"Sorry Danni." Blaine apologised. "Kurt and I were just leaving."
"Damn straight you are. Your father wouldn't take too kindly if he knew about your stairwell shenanigans."
That comment puzzled Kurt. Blaine lead them out of the club before Kurt could ask even one question on his ever-growing list.
