The night finally arrived. Blaine was a bundle of nerves. The stage was set, the club was decorated down to the very last Styrofoam mushroom. There was even a book arch in the entrance doorway. Kurt and Danni had made sure everything was perfect and they were so proud of their work. Blaine was too nervous to enjoy the atmosphere he had created. They had a full theatrical performance planned and all the floors of the club were opened. Kurt stared at the Wonderland themed dancefloor in awe. The club looked very different with all the lights on and no music, but it was no less fabulous now that the decorations had been complete.
"Kurt, Danni, I cannot thank you guys enough." Blaine proclaimed as he returned to front of stage. The Burlesque dancers and exotic entertainers were preparing for their performance.
"Blaine, get down here." Kurt sighed. Blaine was still dressed in his trackpants and t-shirt. Kurt had already changed into what he was wearing that night. This was a vest pattered with playing cards that hugged tightly to his chest. Somehow, in the limited time that he had Kurt had managed to find time to stencil and print playing cards over the fabric. He matched it with a kilt inspired knee length wine red skirt. Blaine had been so stressed with getting the evening perfect he hadn't realised how perfect Kurt was looking. He had even placed a little eyeliner on to make his eyes pop.
"I'm sorry, Kurt, I just need to do a few more things."
"Blaine, hush." Kurt stopped him dead in his tracks with a firm hand on his shoulders.
"You look perfect Kurt." Blaine sighed. Kurt pecked kisses over his cheeks, leaving Blaine a little dreamy.
"And you look like a complete mess. Club opens an hour and you need a shower."
"I don't have time for that."
"Everyone has time for personal hygiene, go!" Kurt basically shoved Blaine out the club door.
"So" Danni mused. "Any news about Santana?"
"Oh, um, she's been awfully secretive about it all." Kurt replied honestly. "But I did put in a good word for you." He added hopefully with a little smile.
"Thanks." Kurt could see the disappointment in her eyes.
When Blaine returned Kurt almost fell to his knees. There was Blaine, dressed in a white suit jacket with a paisley patterned vest, his hair gelled back perfectly. His pants were a brilliant red. When Blaine saw the expression on Kurt's face he grinned, knowing he had his desired effect.
"Hey." Blaine smiled, looking refreshed and relaxed. It was as if the shower had washed away all his stress.
"Hi." Kurt stammered, blushing a little. "You look amazing."
"I was ah, going for a white rabbit look." Blaine flirted innocently. There was a wink in his eye. "Do I live up to your dreams?"
"You remembered?"
"Of course. Your dreams are so much more interesting than mine." Blaine closed the gab between them and flitted his hands around Kurt's skirt.
"I think there is one thing missing. Hold still." Kurt unzipped his side pocket (because all good skirts have hidden pockets) and pulled out his eyeliner. He pinched Blaine's chins till and drew some delicate whiskers to his cheek.
"Blush me Danni!" Danni raced to the front desk and back again. Kurt applied a gentle layer of blush across Blaine's cheeks to give a rosy appearance. It was subtle, but effective. Blaine had completed his transformation into a sexy white rabbit.
"Thank you, Kurt."
"That's what I'm here for. Now, promise me you will try and have fun."
"I can't, Kurt. You're going to be spending most of the night on your own, I'm afraid. But remember our agreement. I want you to still enjoy your night." Blaine cooed with puppy dog eyes.
"You know I'm not going to enjoy it without you." Kurt linked his arms around Blaine's neck.
"But I want you to try. Remember, I'll be watching, and I would much rather be watching you enjoy yourself." Blaine's words purred with electricity behind Kurt's ear. He made sure to brush his lips against Kurt's cheek as he backed away. Kurt supposed there wasn't any harm in trying to have a little fun.
It wasn't long before the club opened and became busier than Kurt had ever seen the club before. Blaine was right in saying that he would be busy, Kurt barely saw him the entire night. There were plenty of performances to keep him occupied and plenty of people to mingle with. Most complimented him on his outfit, others he made out with a little, a few kisses here and there, perhaps a little wandering hand, but nothing too scandalous. He found Sebastian and Wes, although Wes was hardly recognisable with his face hidden behind a dog mask. He was on all fours and Kurt was obliged to pat him as he would any other canine. Kurt liked the performances. There were the more subdued burlesque shows with a bit of a strip tease and a bit of comedy, the second level had a Drag Queen competition, the bondage basement was the perfect place for some more intimate aerial gymnastics. Hoops and silks were hoisted up from the numerous ceiling chains. Kurt met Elliot, or rather, Mr E down there.
"Hi Kurt." Elliot was dressed in the most elaborate Mad Hatter's costume Kurt had ever seen. His top hat was encrusted with diamonds and studs and his purple velvet vest was pattered with sewn on patches and strapped with chains.
"Elliot, it's so good to see you. Thankyou so much for helping with the stage lights." Kurt wrapped the man up into a hug.
"Shh, it's Mr E here in the basement, I can't have anyone finding out my secret identity." Elliot joked. "Its no problem at all, Blaine didn't really want to venture down into the basement anyway, so he gave me free reign of the lighting down here. I hope you appreciate how I made sure the shadowing has hit the walls the way they do, really adds another layer to the performance."
"I had noticed but I just didn't want you to get a big head about it, I don't know if they will make hats in your size if you do."
"Oh, and we can't have that. I love my hats." Elliot ran his fingers around the rim of his hat affectionately.
"So, where's Sam tonight?"
"Oh, he's over there watching the performance." Kurt looked over Elliot's shoulder to see Sam strapped to a chair in front of a woman hanging upside down in a lyra hoop. Sam had a blindfold on.
"Elliot, he can't see."
"Good, that means my blindfold is working." Elliot sniped at Kurt's obvious comment. "He said he wanted to be punished really bad today. I don't know why, I don't ask questions. So, what better way than to have a beautiful woman perform right in front of you and you can't see a darn thing? If I decide to take the blindfold off later, I'll send him up your way."
The final show of the night was the raunchiest of them all. The performers were dressed as Wonderland characters, however their costumes solely consisted of body paint. The Cheshire cat was a contortionist, who was accompanied by the white rabbit. The white body paint very quickly turned purple. Tweedle-Dee and Tweddle-Dum were two muscular men who sucked each other on stage and Alice's performance would remove any pre-conceived notion of her being an innocent young girl.
Halfway through the contortionist act Kurt felt someone sit beside him.
"Hey, there, mind if I sit here?" It was Sam, blindfold free.
"Of course not. I see Mr E has let you go."
"Not that I deserve it." Sam moped. Kurt made a note to talk about this with Sam later. Sam had his hands tied behind his back, folded at the elbows. He was shirtless and covered in hand paint handprints and he was wearing tight black shorts. There was a strange solid thatched appearance over his crotch. Kurt couldn't help but stare at that chest again. He had to cross his legs and force his eyes back to the stage.
"Are you wanting more punishment, Sam?" Kurt whispered.
"Yes, Apprentice K." Sam whispered back. Kurt had a little shudder of thrill. Kurt angled himself to face Sam and trailed his hands over those toned abs. Even if it wasn't a punishment for Sam to have his chest caressed, Kurt was only human.
"Turn around on your chair, Sam." Kurt demanded. Sam sat backwards on his chair, straddling it with his arms still behind his back. He was facing away from the performance. "Knees up on the chair Sam." Kurt corrected. This left Sam balancing as he had to kneel backwards on the chair with his hand behind his back. His back had to bend to see the stage.
"Good boy, Sam." Kurt approved. He then returned his wandering hand to the flawlessly toned flesh of Sam's abs that were in arms reach and tensed to perfection. Kurt watched the next act with Sam like this. His hands had finished tracing Sam's chest, his abdomen and shoulders. Next, they were to move downwards. Kurt tested with a finger to track the outline of his pants. Sam gasped and twitched but did not mutter anything remotely close to his safe word. So, Kurt, brushed a hand over the peculiar shape of Sam's crotch to find it was hard like metal. A cock cage! The realisation made Kurt's own cock jump a little. Elliot had confined this gorgeous creature in a cock cage! Well, that could only mean one thing, Kurt had to tease him to make sure that cage had something to contain.
Sam let out a moan as the next act came on stage. His back bent a little deeper to get a better look. It was a very naked and very buxom red queen. Then, a mad hatter raced on stage whose hat was situated upon not the upper of his two heads. Kurt had to giggle a little as their routine became a comedy. That was, until the mat hatter retreated from the stage and left the red queen to play with herself. That was when Sam almost broke his back trying to get a better look.
"You like that, don't you?" Kurt purred. His fingers brushed over his cage again and again, feeling it grow heavy with new weight. Sam adjusted himself again with a groan. Kurt continued to stroke and tease. "Now, what naughty thing could we have done to deserve this?" Kurt whispered against Sam's shoulder. Sam shivered and shook. His abs clenched and began to sweat with tension. Kurt didn't let him rest, not until the act was done. He palmed the cock cage, prodding a finger between the holes just a little. Sam's cock was pressed painfully, Kurt wondered how he could stand it. He moved down to Sam's balls that were equally tight. He palmed these too, which made Sam's thighs quiver.
"Almost there, Sam." Kurt cooed, seeing Sam needed the encouragement to stay bet backed over the chair. Moaning came from the front of the stage. The Red Queen was getting close on stage. Kurt's hands instinctively gripped Sam tighter and ran his hands up and down his thighs and rolling across his caged cock.
"Fuck, water polo, water polo." Sam hissed through clenched jaws. Kurt remembered it was his safe word. Kurt removed his hands and helped Sam from his chair to sit back down. He was about to untie Sam's hands too when Sam breathed and explained.
"No, no, Kurt, it's fine." Sam tossed his head back on the chair and panted. "You just brought me really close, that's all. Mr E said I couldn't come. I didn't want to disobey him."
"Oh." Kurt couldn't help but grin a little, feeling a little chuffed with his work. "No, we certainly do not want to make Mr E angry." Kurt agreed. Kurt snaked a hand up behind Sam's neck and began to massage the muscles that had been working so hard moments before. Sam groaned and let himself fall forward a little so Kurt to press his thumbs into the nooks of his shoulder blades. Kurt's eyes caught on a while vested figure on the side wall. It was Blaine. Kurt's eyes met his. Blaine began to grin. Of course, Kurt had managed to find Sam. Blaine wouldn't have expected anything less. He gave a crooked grin as he watched Kurt massage down Sam's back. Kurt's eyes flickered between the stage, Blaine and Sam's well-muscled back. Whether Kurt realised it or not, Blaine suspected that Sam was becoming Kurt's play thing. Blaine didn't have any objections. Kurt had good taste in play things.
"Come over here." Kurt mouthed across the audience. Blaine shook his head. He tapped his watch and pointed upstairs. Kurt gave a pouted look of disappointment.
"I'll make it up to you." Blaine mouthed back before blowing Kurt a kiss. He dashed off again and Kurt returned to tending to Sam's aching muscles.
The show finished, which signified the end of the night. Everyone began to shuffle out of the theatre room.
"Thankyou Kurt." Sam breathed, forgetting that his correct title was Apprentice K.
"Anytime." Kurt replied, helping Sam to his feet.
"That is Apprentice K, to you Sam." The voice surprised them both. It was Elliot behind them. He grabbed Sam by his arms which were still tied behind his back.
"Sorry Mr E. Sorry Apprentice K."
"He was a good boy." Kurt confirmed to Elliot. "So, punish him well."
"Oh, I will." Elliot winked and lead Sam down into the basement. He watched the sparkling Dom disappear, leaving Kurt thinking that with Elliot around he really needed to up his costume game.
Kurt was only alone for a moment before hot breath was on the back of his neck.
"I'm finally free." Blaine's words sent shivers down Kurt's spine. "What do you say we go home and…" Blaine's hands trailed down Kurt's waist then flip up under Kurt's kilt.
"Yes please." Kurt begged leaning back into Blaine's chest. His body smelt like spice and cinnamon which buzzed through Kurt's brain. Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck and sucked down on his vein forcefully.
"Boys! Get out of here!" Danni barked as she strolled passed holding a tray of empty drinks. "Everyone is starting to clear out anyway and the only people left will be in the private rooms. I think we can handle closing hour without you, now scram." Danni meant her words in the nicest way possible but sometimes she sounded eerily like Santana. Kurt made the mental note to never let them combine forces, they would be unstoppable.
"Come on." Kurt lead Blaine out of the club with a firm hand. "I know exactly what I want to do with you."
"Will you give me any clues?"
"Let's just say that I'll leave you shaking more than Sam was." Blaine followed Kurt, like an enthusiastic puppy. It was difficult to trot with the start of an erection threatening to become obvious in red pants, but they managed to make it back to Blaine's apartment.
"Give me your keys." Kurt ordered. Blaine, with his other hand still clasped in Kurt's fished into his back pockets for his keys. Kurt unlocked the door and lead Blaine forward like it was his own house. "In the bedroom, now." Kurt sung. Blaine hopped forward as he was told. "Blaine, do you have a video recorder." Kurt mused, remembering his idea from the other night.
"I do, On the study book shelf. Just make sure it's charged. Are you… oh… Kurt!" Blaine peaked his head back around the corner of the bedroom door frame with a cheeky grin. He realised what Kurt had planned. Kurt had already grabbed it in his hands and checked there was enough charge. There was.
"Shall I bring out my naughty little box of treats?" Blaine purred, pulling Kurt by the waistband of his kilt.
"You mean you have been hiding this box from me until now?" Kurt was outraged. "You better get that box out now, while I set up the camera."
Blaine's box consisted of mostly the stock standard items such as rope, blindfolds, the feather duster Blaine had used the other night, as well as two dildos and a vibrating but plug very similar to the one Kurt had purchased for himself a while ago. The nipple clamps were something Kurt had not expected to find.
"Kinky." Kurt mused, swinging the nipple clamp chain around his fingers. He eyed Blaine who was standing against the door. Suddenly he knew what he wanted to do with him.
"Oh, I'm full of surprises, Kurt." Blaine flirted and began to unbutton Kurt's vest. It was so hard to resist just letting Blaine flip up his kilt bend him over and fuck him then and there. But Kurt had the video camera rolling on the dressing table, they were going to make a show of it. So, Kurt spun Blaine around to face the camera. Kurt stood behind him and began to undress him slowly. To Kurt's future self the slow undressing would be a tease. Blaine let his head fall back onto Kurt's shoulder.
"You really are taking charge, aren't you?"
"Oh, baby, this is nothing compared to what I want to do with you next." Blaine's body arched upwards at the sensation of Kurt's hand plunging down into his pants. His balls tingled with Kurt's palm cupping him tight. Blaine's pants dropped down off his hips followed by his underwear. His cock was growing heavy and hard with Kurt's gentle kneading and stroking.
"Come here." Kurt lead Blaine forward by the cock. With his spare hand Kurt grabbed the length of rope from the box. He unravelled the rope as Blaine watched with wide eyes. Kurt opened the bathroom door, tied a knot in the rope, threw the rope over the top of the door then closed it. He gave it a tug to ensure it was secure then motioned for Blaine to sit.
"Kneel, here." Kurt ordered. "Facing me."
"Yes Kurt. Please Kurt, tie me up tight." Blaine offered his wrists.
"Of course, my Blaine." Kurt bent down to press his lips to his lovers before he lifted his wrists above his head. Blaine was tied up kneeling with his heels against the door and his arms arched upwards above his head. Kurt tugged the rope tight causing Blaine's flanks to pull and reveal the slight hint of rib in the dull light. From the way Kurt had tied the rope, he could tug on one piece and tighten the rope even more.
"Ah." Blaine cried then smiled, feeling the stretch along his abs and quadriceps. "You do know how to stretch me."
"Hmm, you look delicious." Kurt knelt and took the time to admire Blaine's naked form. The man was tense, and every muscle was on display. Kurt lent forward and flicked his tongue from Blaine's lower navel, up across his abdomen, up his sternum and departed as Blaine tossed back his head hungry for more. Blaine spread his knees instinctively, opening himself to Kurt.
"Taste me Kurt. I want more of you. Touch me, please." Blaine was craving that touch, he wanted Kurt to lick him, to hold him, to ride him or stick his cock in what ever hole he desired. Blaine didn't care what Kurt did as long as he did something. His cock was aching already. But Kurt was a tease, he was an incredible tease and the more Blaine begged the wider his grin became.
"Please Kurt, at least kiss me." Blaine bit his lips coyly. For a moment Kurt broke and almost gave in. Kurt really wanted to give that kiss. Instead he leant forward and let his lips linger inches away.
"Begging won't get you anywhere." Kurt, dressed only in his kilt, rose to his feet and swayed his hips back to the bed. He returned with a blindfold and snuggly fit that over Blaine's eyes. Kurt stared down at Blaine and began to unbuckle his skirt. He could see how Blaine's ears were listening and how his eyebrows rose at the sound of the last of Kurt's clothing dropping to the floor. Kurt handled his cock slowly, then leant forward a little, a hand on the door. Blaine's lips were just out of reach, but they were parted slightly. Blaine knew exactly what Kurt was doing.
"Would you like to taste me, Blaine?" Kurt purred. Instinctively Blaine lunged forward but Kurt was quicker. The sound of his hand quickened. Blaine groaned, wanting to see Kurt touch himself.
"I want you to fuck my mouth." Blaine begged. "Please Kurt, use me." Kurt ignored him and continued to stroke himself, making sure the sound was lough and fast enough for Blaine to hear. "Please Kurt, let me swallow you." Blaine's words earned him his reward and Kurt thrust his cock deep into Blaine. Blaine, true to his word sucked his lips tight and began to move his head faster than Kurt could thrust.
"Fuck, Blaine!" Kurt gasped, forgetting he was meant to be the one in control. Blaine's hot mouth began to hum and groan. The vibrations made Kurt weak at the knees. Blaine could make him come like this, he could feel the pressure rise and the fullness fill his cock. He kept himself there for as long as he dared. Blaine's lips tightened and pulled on his skin. The roof of his mouth rolled against his head. When Blaine's tongue flicked over his slit, he had to pull back. Kurt stepped away with a gasp. His cock was tense and on the edge of coming. "No more." Kurt panted. Blaine, grinned, knowing exactly what a good job he had done.
Kurt stared down at that cock between Blaine's parted legs. It was twitching even larger than before. Kurt took the nipple clamps and a few other items down to the floor with him. Kurt knelt and flicked a tongue over each of Blaine's nipples.
"Yes, please Kurt." Kurt pinched each one to make them hard before placing a clamp on each. They were attached by a thin gold chain. Kurt tugged that chain gently, testing Blaine's reaction.
"Oh, that feels good." Blaine felt tingles up his neck. The clamps were pinching tight. "Please do it again while you suck." Blaine tilted his head and offered his neck to Kurt. Kurt, although meant to tease, willingly obliged. Their bodies pressed close and their cocks pressed side by side.
"Your body feels so good, Kurt." The rim of Blaine's cock brushed against Kurt's making Blaine whimper. Electricity zapped from his nipples to the base of his jaw. Kurt's lips made sure that sensation was intensified. Blaine thrusted instinctively, causing his back to arch and his arms to stretch. Kurt gasped at the feeling of their cocks rutting and pulled away. He lubed up a finger and slipped it between Blaine's legs.
"Please Kurt, more." Blaine begged feeling Kurt's finger circle his entrance. Kurt relished the feeling of that soft, puckering skin. It winked begging for more. Kurt dipped his finger in and out gently, with his other hand he tugged at Blaine's clamps. Kurt watched Blaine's body arch and relax.
"Another, please Kurt, stretch me." Kurt's finger curled as Blaine begged. Then suddenly Blaine's ass was empty. "No, please." Blaine looked like he was about to cry.
"I've got something better." Kurt purred.
"You?"
"Not yet." Kurt slipped Blaine's butt plug. Blaine gasped, waiting for the vibrations to begin. "Patience, my Blaine." Kurt cooed. "Would you like to see?"
"Yes, please." Blaine's ass was clenching around his plug, it wasn't enough, he wanted more. Kurt lifted the blindfold. Their eyes met and they both looked like it was the most beautiful sight they had ever seen. Blaine's lips were parted and eye eyes wide and blinking. Kurt's nostrils were flared with hunger and eyes narrowed with authority. Blaine then looked down at what Kurt had planned for him. A black dildo lay beside him. Kurt followed Blaine's eyes.
"Oh, no that's not for you, my dear." Kurt picked up the soft silicone and began to lube the cock up and down. He turned around and presented his ass on all fours. He knew the sight would send Blaine into a frenzy.
"Fuck Kurt, please untie me so I can throw that dildo aside and fuck you with my cock instead." But Kurt ignored him and spread his ass cheeks. Blaine watched as Kurt readied himself, his fingers dipping in and out of his own hole. Blaine watched helplessly as Kurt angled the cock up with his ass and slipped it within. The sting of the stretch made him gasp.
"Kurt please, please." Blaine tossed like a chained animal. Kurt slowly pulled the dildo in and out, dragging out the sensation. Each time he did so Blaine emitted a low growl.
"Blaine, this is so big, how can you, ahh." Kurt groaned as he pushed the dildo up inside him again. The stretch was intense.
Blaine couldn't take it anymore, seeing Kurt fuck himself like that, ass up in the hair, his perfect white cheeks just out of reach. Blaine tugged and pulled at the ropes. Fuck, Kurt knew how to tie a knot. Then he remembered he could open the door. Blaine pulled the door knob as Kurt cried and whimpered to himself. Blaine, although his hands were still tied was free to close the gap between them. Kurt gasped in surprise when he felt Blaine's cock slide up against his.
"You better take that dido out of you unless you want two cocks up your ass." Blaine growled, sick of being teased.
"Oh, you are a bad boy." Kurt growled with equal force. He grabbed a remote and pressed the button. Blaine screamed as his hips shot forward and his body arched as if he had been tied up again.
"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine grabbed the dildo that was half up Kurt's ass and took control. With one hand he grabbed Kurt's hip and the other he began to fuck Kurt with his toy. The plug vibrated so hard Blaine's cock was already dripping precum.
"I want to fuck you so badly."
"Then fuck me." Kurt sounded like he was begging for it now. Blaine tossed the dildo aside and thrust is cock inside Kurt's open ass. Kurt clenched tight around him. The feeling of fullness was incredible. Blaine's head soared passed his prostate and pulled back again. Kurt didn't have time to adjust, he didn't need too. Blaine thrust fast and hard into Kurt, gripping his hips so hard it would leave bruises on that perfect flesh. Kurt changed the setting on the vibrator and Blaine's cock straightened inside Kurt. The boy's felt their orgasm building and building fast.
"Blaine, Blaine, more, harder, fuck, I'm coming." Kurt screamed with such force that they were sure the neighbours had heard. Blaine didn't slow down. The intensity of their orgasm was incredible. Kurt's vision blacked out and his knees shook, and his front arms buckled. His cock swelled and released. The change in position sent Blaine's cock right over Kurt's prostate once more and Kurt screamed again with another electric wave. Blaine's final thrust send his body collapsing over Kurt's. His cock pulsed and twitched inside that tight warm ass. Blaine didn't want to leave that feeling of Kurt around him.
"Kurt." Blaine gasped and gripped his boyfriend tight. Their bodies were drenched with sweat. "I think you need a better means of restraining me."
Kurt laughed and slipped from Blaine's body and rolled onto his back. Blaine fell on top of him, resting his head upon his chest. Kurt wrapped an arm around him. They drunk from each other's lips in deep kisses. They fell asleep like that, on the floor. The camera eventually ran out of power.
