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Warning: Condoning and respect of abuse and violence in a Dom/Sub relationship WITHOUT SAFEWORDS! Rape with a foreign object, sadistic!Blaine.

To the End

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"Are you wondering about our destination slut?" Hunter turned the cars right blinker on before changing into the next lane.

On the backseat, lying curled up in a small, naked, tight ball, was a beaten and starved looking sub. Red welts lined his back; freshly open wounds oozed from his neck to his ass, and his eyes were to the point of being swollen shut from hits and kicks to the face. A black collar and tag adorned his long, pale neck.

The sub made no peep of recognition, his mouth chapped and cracked from lack of water, his tongue darting out to taste at the dry skin.

"Sebastian."

The tone made the sub tremble, he weakly lifted his head and whimpered a soft, desperate "yes sir" before his head hit the seat again.

"Good boy" and Sebastian sagged with the relief that he had done right. He had made his Dom happy. He was a good boy. His tongue darted out again, but Sebastian paid it no heed, merely keeping his eyes on his Dom's icy stare through the mirror.

"No more slip ups" the Dom prompted, speeding down an exit and driving them through what looked like farmland for miles and miles. It began to disperse after another twenty minutes into suburban homes and playgrounds, parks, grocery stores. Dom's walked the streets with their subs crawling behind them, some in perfect condition but faces drawn tight with fear; others unable to move an inch unless their Dom dragged them by their leashes.

Hunter began to hum a small song under his breath.

They drove past the suburbia and made their way onto a pebbly, almost rocky road lined with bushes and cherry trees.

A large mansion loomed over the small car on top of a gigantic hill. Sebastian's eyes could barely see from pain and swelling, but he could just make out a cupid fountain and small hedges in shapes of different animals.

The mansion had been large from far away, but as they got closer it got enormous. It was a foreboding, looming kind of building with no warmth and absolutely no peace of mind to give Sebastian.

His Dom's little adventure trips were terrifying places to be dragged to. More than once Sebastian was taken to sub training centers where he was raped repeatedly and beat unless he obeyed. It was Hunter's way of showing him how good he had it with his Dom, rather than being a Dom pack bitch.

Sebastian had always done his best to learn to please and take care of his Dom.

From a young age with his family (the majority Dom's who thought they could breed out Dominant children); he was taught how worthless subs were. How lacking to society. They were toys, sluts in retrospect. He was taught to only obey and listen, to do without question, but Sebastian sometimes slipped up.

Accidently saying something that sound a lot like a comeback rather than a comment or sleeping in by a couple extra minutes because his Dom had run him ragged the night before and he's late to wake him on time with a morning blow job. Or, like just recently, giving his Dom a fantastic blow job, but then choking when he pushes too far and being forced to spit so he doesn't choke and die.

Hunter of course, did not take too lightly to that and this is why Sebastian was in such a pained and sorry state.

He really wasn't looking forward to their little visit.

Hunter turned the car engine off in the mansion's small driveway, stretching over his seat to give Sebastian's head a swift pat and a quick, commanding "up" before he exited the vehicle.

Sebastian lifted himself slowly, pain striking all of his muscles, and then staggered after his Dom, only to be shoved to his knees and forced to crawl with a brutally piercing glare from the darker-haired male.

"You always crawl, slut" he sneered, before they made their way to the front door. A lion's hanger was attached to the front, and Hunter grabbed it to give it a couple swift hard hits against the door.

The Dom and sub pair waited patiently (almight one with more pain than the other), before a set of a footsteps proceeded to the door.

A butler (an old Dom by nature), dressed in a comical penguin-like tuxedo answered the door and gave a bow of recognition to Hunter, and as was customary; completely ignored Sebastian kneeling quietly at his feet.

"Master Blaine has been expecting you" the butler widened the door and stepped aside to grant entrance, "right this way Mr. Clarington."

Hunter attached a leash from his pocket to the tight black collar on Sebastian's neck, and after clipping it on, gave it a swift tug that jerked his sub in right after him.

The two followed the butler up a flight of stairs and into a living room with two couches, a cushioned chair, and a mug steaming on a small table.

On the cushioned chair sat the man of the household.

Blaine Anderson was a sharply dressed man. A black tux adorned his broad shoulders, and what he lacked in obvious height, he made up with in personality. Cruel, calculating, dark beyond measure; kneeling by his feet rested a sub completely devoid of clothing, with hair the colour of honey and a look on his face like he wished to die.

Sebastian tried to keep his eyes down, but the urge to look up and catch the other sub's eyes was too much. He looked up from under his eyelashes, and was unable to see from the swelling in his eyes. He down casted his eyes once more and moved closer to Hunter on instinct.

The sub at Blaine's feet was more malnourished than Sebastian himself. Sebastian had been kept off water and food for three days only. The sub across from him looked like he had gone all his life without nourishment.

Sometimes, once in a blue moon, Hunter would curl Sebastian into his bed and run his fingers down his hips and feed him delicious finger-foods when he was in a particularly good mood. After that he got upset about something and beat Sebastian bloody.

Still, Sebastian got even seconds of attention, this sub had knees chapped and red and swollen from never getting up off the floor. He had fresh bruises, faded bruises, and bruises that looked like the skin itself had been dented.

Sebastian held back the urge to vomit.

Blaine smiled pleasantly at his guests, shaking hands with Hunter and keeping his eyes on Sebastian's unmoving form.

"Hunter" Blaine clapped the taller man on the back, "where have you been?" he laughed as the two began to reconcile.

"I haven't seen you for what…two years now?"

"At least, but you know I can't stay away from you for too long"

The two men chuckled. Sebastian noted that once in a while Blaine would rest a hand on his sub's head and card his fingers through the light brown hair; almost as if to check the sub was still here and compliant.

"And I hope you haven't forgotten about Kurt" Blaine looked like he was showing off a new vase rather than his sub.

"How could I forget" Hunter sneered, "the sub you married."

Sebastian nearly lost his statuesque figure at the proclamation. Dom's almost never married their subs. The claim was everything to them.

"I can't help it" Blaine chuckled, "my baby is a romantic" he cooed, "so desperate for a wedding, I had it planned to a T for him."

"You'd bend backwards for him" Hunter rolled his eyes and situated himself on a couch at Blaine's insistence, Sebastian at his feet in an instant.

"When I'm in the mood" Blaine smirked, snatching a bottle of whiskey from a shelf near the couches and pouring them each a glass of the dark liquid.

After handing Hunter his glass, Blaine sat down across from him, and patted the couch cushion beside him where Kurt instantly hopped up and laid across his lap.

Sebastian noticed a long thick scar traveling over the other sub's throat and he instinctively swallowed.

The two Dom's began to chat, and Sebastian's eyes squeezed shut trying to lessen the pain in his head from being knocked around. When he reopened them with a squint, he caught eyes with Kurt.

The sub was strewn across Blaine's lap, the Dom gripping onto his hair tightly, no longer carding his fingers through it, but holding on as if Kurt might evaporate.

There was a terrible emptiness in Kurt's eyes. The sub looked dead, there was no life, and Sebastian had witnessed only two other subs like this. Eyes hallowed out from years and years of abuse, misuse, and violent treatment of subs. Sebastian had only ever been beat till he bled, Kurt looked like he stopped bleeding a long time ago.

Blaine began to run his fingers through Kurt's hair again, gripping handfuls every once in a while and then letting go to do it again.

Kurt stayed quiet through it, keeping his eyes trained across from him, and with that, Sebastian realized Kurt wasn't looking at him, but through him; into space and trying to get out of the situation even for a moment, even in his mind.

Sebastian tried to keep his eyes down and be a good sub, but out of the corner of his eyes he spotted his Dom watching Blaine and Kurt's interactions intensely.

As if absorbing the things Blaine was doing and filing them away as precious information.

'God' Sebastian thought, his throat constricting with fear and panic, 'please don't let him try these….things on me, Kurt looks tormented.'

Of course Sebastian would have no say whatsoever on the matter.

After a time, Blaine and Hunter's conversation began to lull and Sebastian could hear his Dom's stomach rumble.

Blaine chuckled, "hungry much?" and Hunter laughed back.

"We skipped breakfast to get here on time, pardon me" he stated a bit saucily.

Blaine instantly grinned, his fingers stopped their movement, and he tugged Kurt up non too gently.

"You hear that?" Blaine implored, his eyes latching onto Kurt's, who gave a simple nod, "your guest is hungry, go get him some food."

A slap to the ass and that was that. Kurt crawled off and Sebastian didn't have to see to know where Kurt was going.

Quiet filled the room and Sebastian could feel his legs beginning to tire, his head pounding, carpet burning his knees, his Dom stretching to get up.

He quickly looked up to see Hunter follow after Kurt's direction, leaving him and Blaine in the same room.

The Dom was ignoring Sebastian for the most part, taking his time in pouring himself another drink of whiskey, resting back against the couch and crossing his legs.

The Dom was intimidating, dark, he made Sebastian bow his head without command, just like Hunter.

Sebastian waited quietly as a nearby wall clock ticked the minutes by. His Dom had yet to return.

Blaine was deliberately taking his time. He unbuttoned his jacket and slouched against the couch. Even his slouch had perfect posture to it.

"How old are you sub" Blaine sipped at his glass.

"19 sir" Sebastian responded, his hands on his thighs and his back almost ramrod straight.

"How old were you when you came into Hunter's care?"

Sebastian swallowed, "15 sir, right out of sub training."

Blaine looked to be taking that statement into thought, swirling the liquid into his glass but keeping his eyes on Sebastian's face. "So you've been with Hunter for four or five years now" Blaine stood and moved closer to the kneeling sub.

"Yes sir, that's correct"

Blaine hummed thoughtfully, setting the glass down on a nearby table. "Yet," the Dom halted his movements and stopped right in front of Sebastian's resting form, "you have yet to completely obey and respect your Dom. Your Dom gives you shelter, food, protection from other Dom's staking claim. Are you ungrateful Sebastian?"

"Never sir" comes the quick response.

"Never sir" Blaine repeats and he takes a half circle around the subs kneeling form.

Suddenly without warning, Sebastian is forced down to the floor, face pressed into the rough carpet, Blaine's boot in his back, shoving him down and denying him the ability to move.

"Those are strong words for someone who was just recently punished for talking back to his Dom."

Sebastian did the smart thing and stayed quiet.

Blaine hummed.

"Are you a bad sub?"

"N-no sir" Sebastian struggled to get out with his face shoved in the scratchy carpet.

"Do you love your Dom, respect him, are you grateful?" Blaine inquires, his boot digging in and making Sebastian cry as it presses against a fresh cut.

"Y-yes sir" he sobs.

"I don't believe that. Let me make you believe this. There are worse things out there boy, worse people, worse situations. Let me show you."

The boot is gone, and the Dom is again by his couch, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. There's only a little bit left and Blaine downs it without a hint of hesitation.

Once the bottle is empty, he returns to Sebastian's quivering form and shifts to one knee beside him.

"Bottom's up" Blaine chuckles, fingering against the clenching hole. He pushes one in and Sebastian cries out, horror and fear laced within it.

Blaine shushes him and begins to wiggle his finger around. There's no lube and it hurts. Hunter always uses something, not always lube, sometimes Sebastian's blood, but god the dry tear of it is terrible.

The black-haired Dom ignores his crying and then begins to add a second finger before Sebastian's body can accustom to the first. It's a slow burn, one that has him sobbing weakly.

Sebastian doesn't fight it, his sub instincts make it so that he will never fight against a Dom, but GOD, some human part of him, not weighed down by his instincts and gut-wrenching terror is screaming at him to fight and run and escape.

There's no chance of that when Blaine forces a third finger into Sebastian and he screams as his muscles are stretched to a point he never knew possible. His face rubs into the carpet, a burn residing across it as well and he has to hold back vomit a second time that day when Blaine pulls out his fingers swiftly, all at once.

Sebastian pants against the burn, crying and weakly trying to rise, but he's held down by Blaine, and then without a pause in the beat, he begins to push a blunt object against Sebastian's spasaming hole.

It twitches and Sebastian screams so hard his voice goes hoarse.

His throat begins to contract and his fingers burn from gripping the carpet, the Dom above him ignores him and with a grip on Sebastian's hips that leaves small bruises, the whiskey bottle is being forced, neck first into Sebastian's trembling body. He screams and thrashes, but that only worsens the pain and Blaine begins to shove in harder, using the effort and momentum to drive in the bottles neck.

Blood leaks from Sebastian's hole, in droplets and small rivers it goes down, but Blaine is still there, pushing the bottle in with an eagerness about him and an evil Sebastian had never before witnessed.

Once the bottle is pushed in about three quarters of the way in, Blaine leans back, wiping a small sheen of sweat from his brow and tugging a cigar and matchbook from his pocket.

He lights one with the other and calmly watches as Sebastian screams and begs and cries and thrashes onto the carpet, trying to dislodge the foreign object.

Blaine takes a slow drag and blows a smoke ring into the air, he stubs the rest of it on Sebastian's open wound, but the sub is too busy screaming about the bottle to scream about that.

Blaine stands again and kicks Sebastian to his side, a displeased look on his features as he takes in the crying sub.

"You call yourself a good sub, but you're bleeding all over my carpet, do you know how much that cost me?"

The Dom ignores Sebastian's sobbing and starts talking again.

"There are a lot of bad people in this world Sebastian" Blaine moves close to the sub again and watches his body move up and down in pained jerks, "lots of bad Doms and lots of bad subs" he stresses.

"You've got a great Dom" Blaine persists, "but don't choose to be a bad sub. You don't want to be a bad sub."

He cards fingers through Sebastian's hair and Sebastian has a vision of Blaine's sub, Kurt, experiencing what he's experiencing every day, from Blaine. Over and over again, until the sub wants to drop but his Dom won't let him.

Sebastian fights back another wave of tears and chooses to stay quiet and compliant as Blaine strokes down his back and places his hand back around the bottle.

The Dom dislodges the object with a quick pull that has Sebastian passing out where he lays.

Hunter arrives a few moments later, his stomach full, and his eyes instantly landing on his sub passed out on the floor.

He watches Kurt crawl in beside him, rushing to his Dom with an almost frantic pace; clutching a bag of medical supplies Blaine keeps for the servants when they get hurt doing manual labour.

Blaine praises his boy, rubs his cheek and kisses his mouth just when Hunter turns and looks at them.

The Dom's demeanor changes as soon as his sub comes into view, and Hunter watches Kurt nuzzle up against his Dom, not as excited, but who can blame the kid after what he's been through. He's hesitant to show affection, but his Dom makes up for it, and urges Kurt over to Sebastian's form to clean him up and cover his wounds.

Just as Hunter requested.

"You're soft" Blaine pronounces as the Dom's watch Kurt work diligently to clean Sebastian up.

"You think?" Hunter's forehead increases with worried lines.

"I give Kurt the same punishment" Blaine explains, lighting another cigar and giving a second to Hunter, "I never clean him up, and he takes it like a good boy. That's why he's so well trained" Blaine beams proudly, "you've gotta be hard on them or they think they can do whatever they want."

Hunter nods as if seeing the world in a new light.

"Can you teach me? Help me out?"

They stand their smoking for a while before Blaine calls Kurt over to rest his hand on his head and card his fingers through his hair.

"Of course I can my friend, it's what I do. I help those less fortunate. The bad Doms and the bad subs. That's my job. The work is never over."