Disclaimer: Since I did forget to add one in the first chapter (damn I'm super lazy) this disclaimer merely states I do not own Glee or any associated reading!
Warning! Rape. Please do not read if you can't handle or will relapse.
Treasures and Pleasures
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It was another slow week at 'Treasures and Pleasures' and Rick had had enough of it.
The thirty-three year old was in a huge ecstasy debt, and unless something big came along, his entire business would be kissing the ground.
He slammed his drink back on the countertop of the bar and turned towards the house stage. His lead dancer had called in sick so Kurt, a nineteen year they had dubbed 'Porcelain' would have to work the shift that night. The tall boy was swinging erotically around the pole, and pausing every now and again to teasingly lift his shirt up to the drunkards sitting in the front row.
The lustful men threw dollar bills in hazy delirium, waiting for the moment Porcelain took his shirt off.
Rick muttered to himself angrily as the bartender fetched him another scotch; something or another about the state of his establishment, drugs, money, and the stripper pole in need of re-buffering. Through his mumblings, the door flew open to the front entrance and Rick's eyes transformed into dollar signs.
Blaine Anderson.
Forty years old, and the owner of the greatest, most popular empire of music shops and studio buildings; known to New York City. The bachelor of the year had just strutted into his quaint strip joint, flanked by two muscly guardsmen, his eyes trained to the stage.
Porcelain began to cock his hips, slowly and tantalizingly dragging down the strings of his barely concealing panties. The men hooted and Rick watched (drool trailing down his chin) as Blaine pulled out his wallet, the man clearly beyond interested. Porcelain hadn't noticed their appearance. 'Little shit's too busy putting away his dollar bills' Rick sneered. But Blaine was homing in fast on the naked teen. His ass was bent over as he grabbed the money off the stage. Porcelain paused a moment, suddenly all too aware of the non-drunken gaze on his body.
He looked up and caught eyes with Blaine, who licked his lips and accepted the drink one of his guards handed to him. Rick had been so busy watching the exchange he hadn't noticed the burly guardsmen walk over to the bar and order.
Chock one up for the business.
Knowingly, Rick was all too aware what kind of a man Anderson was. Cold, cruel, ruthless beyond belief; he was a bachelor for so long because he went through boys (and men) without batting an eyelash. And if Rick was any sort of a decent man, he would deny Blaine the right to a night with Porcelain (who also never worked private rooms), because he knew Blaine would tear the teen apart, break him, use him, and string him out to dry.
Not to mention a decent amount of Blaine's boys would not call themselves boyfriends as much as victims.
Sadly, Rick was a little too invested in the profit of the night to tell Blaine no (which also might get him killed, quietly and confidentially), and all too less of a decent man to keep the older man away from his favourite teenage virgin.
So when Blaine Anderson was told to approach Rick for all private dealings (mighty expensive too at that), Rick did not hold back on Porcelain's info (Kurt), he admonished; and he most certainly did not jut out his hand at the speed of light to snatch the five-hundred dollar bills (which came in pairs) and made himself look ridiculous. Thank you very much. He led Blaine down a barely lit hallway ('gotta fix them lamps'), towards the performer's dressing rooms, knocking twice on the one labelled 'Porcelain.'
"What do you want Rick?" Kurt peered over to Blaine who grinned at him. Kurt tried desperately to ignore the way Blaine's eyes roamed hungrily over his barely clad body.
The pink bathrobes really did nothing in covering the performer's physique. Kurt pointed this out on a number of occasions but Rick just grinned and shrugged and mouthed 'what's the purpose of decency to a stripper?'
"I got you a customer for the night kid" Rick couldn't help waving the two thousand dollars in Kurt's face, "one night, anything he wants."
Kurt's eyes widened, his mouth dropping in alarm.
"W-what?! But I-I-I don't work private rooms! It says so in the damn contract I signed!"
"Too bad" Rick grinned "that you didn't read the fine print that says, and I quote," 'after eight months, the highest bidder gets you and the contract is void and terminated'. Welcome to show business kid."
Kurt stood stalk still as Rick gestured Blaine forward, the older man eagerly wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist.
"Rick told me you're a virgin" Blaine trailed his finger down Kurt's chest; beneath the pink bathrobe. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure I've got enough experience for the both of us."
Both older men began laughing as Kurt's panic set in.
"No!" he shrieked, trying desperately to pry off Blaine's fingers. The man had an iron grip.
"Let me go! Let…..me go!" Kurt began fighting hard, clawing and punching and doing anything to shake Blaine off, but he was no match for the older man. Rick began walking off as Kurt screamed after him.
"Rick! Rick please! Please….help me…..no! Stop it, Rick!"
Rick chuckled as he turned back.
"Forget that name for tonight sweetie" he grinned wickedly, "It's not what you're going to be screaming." He left laughing.
Kurt's face dropped as Blaine pushed him back into his own dressing room, the door clicking shut behind them. Blaine locked it and turned to Kurt with a smirk.
Kurt was shoved to the bed, heart threatening to pound right out of his chest.
He gripped the sheets tightly, grappling for a way to get out, but it was quite obvious any plans of escape were flying out the non-existent window at the sight of Blaine slipping off his belt, and unbuttoning his pants.
"You are a virgin right?"
"P-please" Kurt sobbed "don't."
Blaine hushed him, crawling onto the bed and sliding off his pants. "Don't worry sweetheart" Kurt cringed at the nickname "I'll take care of you" he paused as he threw off his tie "and your virgin body."
The teen cried as the much older businessman ran his hands down his body, all but ripping off the bathrobe to Kurt's dismay.
His last line of defense. Blaine was ready.
"You ever touch yourself?"
A sob.
"I bet you do in private. Touch yourself now; for me" he grunted.
Shaky hands were cupped by rough powerful ones. Blaine led Kurt into running his hands down his own body.
Blaine moaned at the sight, his pupils already dilating with want. He'd had many virgins before Kurt (disregarding the young boys non-virgin lifestyle), yet none of them had made Blaine feel like this.
He flipped Kurt over, the teenager shrieking through his sobs.
Planting wet kisses down his spine, Blaine travelled the length of the lithe body.
Kurt's trembling and shaking couldn't help but fuel the older man's lust. His cock gorging, long and thick, pressing against the smooth, pale expanse of thigh beneath it.
Kurt was sobbing hard enough as it was, but once he felt the touch of Blaine's hard member he began to panic and scream once more, kicking and fighting with all that he had.
Blaine merely held him down, grinding his cock and panting roughly in Kurt's ear.
"You fucking want it sweetheart" A pause. A grunt. "Just made for me weren't you?" fingers trailed between Kurt's butt cheeks, lightly pressing to the small hole in between. "You love being fucked…so slutty…" he groaned as he rubbed himself harder.
Kurt tried to claw his way up the bed, away from Blaine's greedy hands, but the older man was having none of it. A hand around his waist tugged him back, Blaine glowering at the cowering sight that was Kurt.
"I was going to be kind and use lube, since it is your first time, but after that display I'm not feeling as generous with you."
Kurt's eyes widened, the fingering to his entrance had stopped suddenly and all together, and Blaine was already lining himself up.
Kurt's screaming turned to an almost earth-shattering pitch as Blaine, clutching at his hair, pulled the brunette's head back and began to enter him slowly. Groaning with pleasure over the sizzling heat he was entering, Blaine threw his head back and panted. Lust and delight had the man's toes curling, though the frantic, painful screaming was annoying him and beginning to hinder his movements.
The dark haired man looked around the small room, spotting a shirt on the chair near the vanity mirror. Pulling out more quickly than he had entered (and eliciting fresh sobs from the non-pliant body beneath him), Blaine walked over to the chair and snatched the article of clothing; hurrying back over to the shaking form curled on the bed.
"This would be so much easier for you" Blaine muttered, shoving the shirt into Kurt's heaving mouth, "If you just turn off the 'no' voice, relax and just fucking learn to enjoy yourself. All you virgins are the same in that respect, can't fucking relax and take in small factors of life, but that's why you need me."
Blaine re-entered a lot faster and grinned at the tear-stricken face staring back at him.
" I'm here baby" he twisted his hips and grunted "I-I'm here….fuck" he pulled out and turned Kurt back over onto his stomach, "I'm here to take care of you, so just fucking relax."
Blaine re-entered, his body beginning a steady rhythm, his cock disappearing and re-appearing with every harsh thrust.
"Yessssss" came the hiss, as Blaine pumped in and out, watching delightedly as Kurt's body moved along with the tempo. His cock would poke out once in a while and Blaine licked his lips at the sight of the dusty pink hole covered in pre-cum. "There" he laughed "there's your lube for the night."
He pulled out for a moment to press a finger inside and watch the hole contract with eagerness Kurt himself didn't even possess.
"God, you're so fucking perfect, so perfect for me" Blaine grunted as he thrust. He could feel his lower belly tighten, a sign his impeding orgasm was coming.
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah, make me come baby, come on make me c-" his dirty talk cut short, Blaine latched his hand around Kurt's own limp member and began to pump him in time with his erratic fingering.
He had no problem in ignoring Kurt's muffled screams to pump his dry cock and re-enter the tight heat he was denying his own cock. He held steadfast, pumping harder, rougher, denying nothing but the incredible heat and the ever sound of his balls slapping rhythmically against Kurt ass.
The older man panted harshly, "yes, fuck yes, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, come on Kurt" he groaned in pleasure "cum with me baby, yeah…fuck yesss!" Blaine threw his head back one last time in absolute ecstasy as his orgasm washed over his body, barely feeling the spurts of painful pleasure leaking onto his chest courtesy of Kurt.
Blaine continuously rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, letting his body decide when enough was enough. His hair matted and sticky with sweat clung to his forehead and he knew he looked a complete and utter mess.
Once finished, Blaine dropped down, his body heaving in delight, toes curling and un-curling with small sparks of pleasure. He rested his head gently against the moving chest beneath him.
Leave it to Blaine to be a complete and utter cuddle whore.
He trailed his pointer finger through the sticky mess on Kurt's body, grinning as he looked up to the sight of Kurt's eyes clamped shut, breathing harshly through his nose and trying to hide the definite tear tracks still running down his face.
Blaine moved up as slowly as possible, giving his body some much need rest as he caressed Kurt's face. His hand gently pulled out the shirt stuffing the teen's mouth, pressing a sweet kiss to his plump lips as an apology.
"You were fantastic" Blaine whispered, "everything I wanted" he nuzzled at the column of Kurt's throat. "Thank you" he mouthed, wiping gently at Kurt's cheek.
The teen remained quiet, his body had stopped shaking, but it did tense once more as Blaine pressed hearty kisses down his neck.
"So good" he mumbled, and then just like that the older man was standing. Re-dressing quietly in the vanity mirror; fixing his hair and tucking in his collared shirt. He gazed over once more to Kurt (who had turned to his side, curled in and began to cry quietly), before making his leave out the door.
"Have fun?" Rick grinned.
"Plenty" Blaine smirked, "Is he….available next week?"
"Always."
