A spoiled little brat learns the error of his ways. After all, to err is human.
Warning: Non-Con, technical dub-con, a teeny bit of frottage, spanking, and filthy swearing.
AN: There is literally no excuse for this hiatus. Enjoy!
Massive Motive
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Blaine Anderson came from a wealthy and influential family. There was no doubt about that. He had butlers and maids and a gardener and a personal chef who only cooked him things he liked.
Blaine's great grandfather, Theodore Devon Anderson was the man who started it all, by flying royalty through commercial airlines, and then propositioning a friend to help him create what was now Anderson Airlines and profiting them both billions.
Blaine's father took their money even further, investing into a restaurant for his wife that churned in thousands and a good hit in the stock market that could literally allow the Anderson's to live rich for the rest of their lives.
Because of this, Blaine Anderson was also a spoiled brat.
He was rude (most preferably to those who had less than he did), foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, and a bit of a show-off due to a set of impeccable vocal chords and shaming good looks that made many a head spin.
Of course Blaine had friends. Friends who were his age and just as rich and just as spoiled.
They were all especially kind to Blaine though, as their parents made most of their profit from working from Blaine's father and not as much selling their own products.
But Blaine was fine and happy. A growing boy with many friends and loving parents and lots and lots of money to spend on whatever he wanted to spend it on.
But Blaine was lonely and innocent. He was gay, Homo, full flaming and quite proud of it, but being the heir to a large company meant attacks on your life and guards who wouldn't let you talk to cute boys for fears of threats and weapon drawings and Blaine was seriously up to his eyeballs in irritation because of it.
If he threw a fit, none would live to see another day because of it.
A foggy morning. Thick like tomato soup, but too cold for the month of August.
It was the second month into the last school year and Blaine was in a particularly good mood.
He had passed a small bio test, got all his homework done for the weekend to spare and had enough time to do a coffee run before heading home to curl up under the blankets and get waited on hand and foot.
However, as he pulled up to his favourite café, the parking lot was full, so he had to park down the street instead and walk for two minutes which sullied his mood a little.
But the café doors opened, and the rich smell of coffee beans and warm air blasted him in the face, and the negligent chattering of a very, very crowded establishment. There was no seat to sit in, and not a familiar face in the crowds to table bunk with, which meant he would have to wait in line and get his own coffee.
Ten minutes later, after Blaine had tapped his foot fifty times and breathed heavily out of his mouth in displeasure an equal amount, the counter girl called him up, after setting down a coffee for the man waiting in front of him.
"Thank you for patience si-"
"One tall medium drip and a to-go bag of your biscotti" Blaine butted through, hands cocked on hips and an annoyed look on his face.
The counter girl pursed her lips for a comeback, but rang up the order, wrote down his name and alerted her co-worker of the biscotti treat.
Blaine turned quickly to get to the pickup counter and slammed hard into the front of the previous man holding a cup of coffee, which splattered across Blaine's new cashmere coat and brand new rain boots.
Blaine gaped like a fish as he stared down at his soaked wardrobe.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there" the man apologized politely.
He was balancing a now empty cup of coffee, and a bag of cookies and a suitcase, expanding with papers.
It was bound to spill at some point, but Blaine saw red.
"You're sorry? You're SORRY?!" the loud exclamation startled the man back as Blaine poked him in the chest (which he noted was very muscular) and got right up into his face.
"You peasant!" Blaine sneered distastefully, "You ruined an original Marc Jacobs combination, over two grand I might add! And you think your apology is gonna buy me a new one?!"
"I apologized" the man stated, a sour look on his face, as he eyed Blaine's power stance, "you knocked into me, and shouldn't you offer to be buying me a new coffee? You still have your spot in line, I'm sure it won't take long."
Blaine didn't think his mouth could drop any lower, but somehow it slack jawed as the crowd behind them took steps back.
Blaine's temper tantrums were historical. Or hysterical, either or.
The man seemed to be done with the conversation, as he turned to clean himself up in the bathroom, when Blaine's coffee order came up from the side bar, and Blaine snatched it quickly, only to throw it at the man's back in a fit of fury.
The man yelled in pain, his hands awkwardly trying to rub at the burn, before he ripped off his jacket and jumped around trying to cool off.
Blaine smirked in delight, his brain leading him to believe he had gotten the last laugh. But the man turned in fury, his eyes could have been red, but Blaine wasn't taking that in account as much as the fist drawn up to slam into him.
He cowered in horror, none had ever fought back to him. Comeback or otherwise, this man must have been a hermit who had never heard or seen the name Anderson.
"You little brat" the man sneered, "did none ever teach you any manners?!"
Blaine shrieked in surprise as the man grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him out the café door, leaving a mass of awestruck people in the shop, unbeknownst to either that they were all cheering and clapping him on at the sight of Blaine's struggle.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Blaine shouted angrily, "Let go of me!"
But the man continued to drag him to his car.
"Somebody help!" Blaine shouted, "This maniac is kidnapping me!"
The man forced his hand over Blaine's mouth and took him to a very nice looking Pontiac in the parking lot café. It was cherry red, looked brand spanking new, and seemed to if as shine as the man carried Blaine over.
Blaine was weighted in fear as the man unlocked the driver side and swung the door open, suddenly his parents idea to take a guard or two wasn't as stupid as Blaine had thought it to be.
"Do you want money?" Blaine gasped in fear, "I can pay whatever you want, you could even replicate the outfit you ruined, how about a couple new cars, please don't kidnap me" he whimpered.
The man paid him no heed, but interestingly enough, sat himself down sideways on the driver's seat and threw Blaine across his lap.
Blaine shrieked in alarm, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
The man again said nothing, unlooping Blaine's belt and tying it around his wrists, like a cub scout for his merit badge; and then slid down Blaine's very tight Armani jeans straight to his ankles.
"Little boys who talk back, and act like brats, need to be treated as such and deserve punishment. Something you very well seem to be lacking."
"Get off me you creep!"
Blaine's struggling of course was futile, he had never been taught to defend himself (thanks to constant babying) and the older man was a lot stronger than he was.
And with one swift movement and a startling cry from the biting cold wind, the man pulled down Blaine's underwear and let the air bite at his bare bottom.
"What are you doing?! Stop it, please I'm-"
A sudden smacking sound hit the cold air, Blaine's bottom instantly taking a light pink hue, a set of fingers framed at the tip top of the cheek, and tears stung in Blaine' eyes as he choked on his words. His breath came up in wispy fogs and his cheeks burned with cold and humiliation.
The man rubbed gently at the cheek, giving it back some of its olive looking colour, before bringing his hand up again and smacking the other cheek with just as much force.
Blaine squeaked, his fingers clutching at the man's pant leg, his bottom up and bare as he began to give a startled cry.
"You-you can't" he choked out, but the man paid him no heed once again, and began to strike with much more force, landing a blow on each cheek, turning them red with colour and gradually beginning to strike harder.
Blaine lost count at strike number twenty, but the man efficiently kept going, rubbing his cheeks after each slap. Blaine had tears streaming down his face, begging it to be over, but the cycle was almost never ending, the man continued to hit, his hand ever constant and his eyes staying coldly on Blaine's filthy face.
Tears and snot formed and mixed and Blaine shoved his face into his arm trying to keep himself strong as the man continued to spank him.
Spank him. This was a spanking, something neither of his parents had ever dreamed of doing to him, but that so many boys at Dalton bragged or eagerly talked about in the school halls. Blaine always paid no mind, who would ever be interested in some sort of forced pain, but he couldn't help weeping at the feeling of his penis beginning to harden against the man's leg.
"You filthy boy" the man murmured, slowing down his hits as he felt Blaine's hard on and took in his sweaty face, "you like this? Such a glutton for punishment aren't you?"
Blaine wept pitifully as the man slowed his hits.
"Should I take care of you? I gave you your punishment like a good boy, and you took it pretty well, maybe now you would like a reward?"
"P-"
"Hmm?"
"Pl-please let me go, I'll give you anything you want…." And Blaine broke straight back into sobs.
The man took a moment, as if contemplating what Blaine had said, before he reached around and grasped the young boy's hard on.
"This is telling me a different story. This is letting me know what you really want. None's touched you like that, nobody's gone that far have they? Are you a virgin boy?"
"Please Mister, don't" Blaine gasped as he tried to fiddle with his tied up hands.
"Close, sweet boy, almost there, it's pronounced Master. Can you say that for me?"
Blaine weakly moved about, even through the stinging pain on his backside as he tried to stand up and off the man's leg.
"You-you're insane" Blaine managed as he crumbled to the rocky ground with a shout of alarm, his backside hitting the brunt of the fall. The man watched him struggle to get away, before he stood casually, unzipping his pants and hitting a car button that unlocked the back doors.
He picked Blaine back up bridal style, easing him off his red backside and opened the back door. Setting him down on the cushiony seats he cooed at Blaine's weak attempts to sit up. He closed the door behind him and leaned over the younger boy, taking in his disheveled state and teary face.
"Don't become bratty again Blaine" he murmured, his hands making quick work of his coat, shirt and slacks. The belt falling to the floor, and the rest thrown to the backseat.
"I don't want to punish you again, before I even get to reward you….."
The man wedged their mouths together, lips slanting against one another, a mortified cry of fear struck through Blaine as the man nibbled on his lips and kissed him breathless. A very experienced kisser at that. He ran his fingertips down the sides of Blaine's stomach and took to placing another wet kiss to the side of his neck.
"I'm going to break you, pick you back up and ravish the FUCK out of you"
Blaine whined in disbelief as the older man started to rut his still clothed penis against Blaine's.
Blaine threw his head back and gasped, clawing and digging at the handle of the car door above him, but the man made quick work of his escape attempt and leaned over him to lock the car doors again.
"You bad little boy, stop it, or I'll make this worse for you"
"Nothing," Blaine hissed out "could make this worse for me right now"
"Such an honest boy" the man cooed, "such a good and honest young man, but still a childish little brat, and a virgin too, you're in luck then, because I'm about to gift you. I was going to go in dry, and make sure you learned your lesson" he paused at Blaine's wide-eyed horror, "but seeing as you have you moments like that, I'll let you make it at slick as you can."
Blaine stared in confusion as the man braced himself on the muggy window, moving his lower region as close to Blaine's face as he could get it with the angle.
Blaine watched awestruck as the man took one hand down to fiddle off his briefs, exposing his member as it sprung out and brushed Blaine's cheek.
"I warn you, it's figuratively in your hand" the man chuckled at this own joke, gripping Blaine's jaw and propping it open, "wet it up as much as you can, you don't want me to hurt you do you? How about another spanking hmm?"
Blaine couldn't believe his current situation. The man circled his dick a few times with his hand, groaning a bit as he moved it in the direction of Blaine's mouth, his hips swivelling to accommodate for the lack of space in the car.
Blaine wet his lips in fear, the man watched in fascination as a fresh set of tears began to build in Blaine's eyes, his body shaking as he whimpered.
"Please, please don't make me, I-"
"Please who?"
At his silence the man grew irritated and gave his cheek a little smack, startling Blaine out of his whimpers.
"Please who Blaine?"
"P-please…..m-"Blaine swallowed looking away, slamming his eyes shut in frustration and shame. "Pl-please Master…don't make me….." he trailed the sentence, unable to finish it.
The man leered as Blaine choked on his sobs, his hands tousling the thick black curls the boy sported.
"Why? Why would you like me to stop?"
"Because M-Master….I am a virgin"
"Beautiful boy, you mean to tell me not just down here?" and the man stroked Blaine's rim, earning him a fitful cry of panic "but also here" and he grasped Blaine's chin in his hand again and shoved his tongue into the mouth of the weeping boy.
"So good…I really can't stop now" and Blaine cried, trying to release a scream of terror, which the man quieted with his mouth once more.
"But you've been a good boy Blaine" and Blaine felt the man turn him over, rubbing at his entrance again, his whimpers never ceasing, "so I'll let you pick, just to make it fair."
He sat up in the backseat and moved Blaine so his burning bottom was between his legs, and his forehead pressed to his neck.
"You can let me give you a handjob, a blowjob, I can rim you until you cum or you can slick up my cock with your mouth, and give me a blowjob instead. Do you see how kind I am Blaine, and even after what you did to embarrass me in the café, I am lenient and rewarding as a good master should be. What is your choice?"
Blaine stayed quiet through all of it, his eyes shut, blinking back tears as they fed into his eyelashes. He laid clinging in the man's lap, as he cooed and comforted him into submission. Leaning back and stroking his hair and patiently waiting for his answer.
"I-"
"Excuse me?"
Blaine winced as the man's grip tightened, and he remembered who he was talking to.
"Master" and the man went back to coddling, "isn't…..isn't there another option? Please…..I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson" Blaine wept.
"Have you?" the man questioned, rubbing circles on Blaine's skin. "The thing is I think you haven't, but I'm not a cruel master, so I'll agree with your wishes."
Blaine almost bashed their skulls together as he jerked up to spew gratitude and try to unlock the car door, the man easily sliding it open for him.
"If you really have learned your lesson boy, I don't ever again want to see what I had to experience in that café today, do you understand me?" and he grabbed Blaine's chin once more to bring him forward and plant a kiss to his cheek.
Blaine screwed his eyes shut in disgust, but nodded his head as quick as he could. "Never again sir" the boy promised, trembling where he stood.
The man calmly backed Blaine out of the car, beginning to re-button his shirt and zip up his pants. He then bent down beside Blaine's shaking legs, and tugged his pants up as well, pressing his lips to Blaine's thigh and making the boy cry out in fear.
The man chuckled, brushing up the stray bangs of his coif and relocking his car.
"I suppose another coffee is in order for me, seeing as a saucy little brat decided to throw his at me, hmm?"
Blaine's head nodded slowly, his curls brushing into his eyes, as the man fixated himself with Blaine's messy appearance.
"And boy," Blaine caught the grey eyes of his attacker in a second, "I want you to go home, fix yourself up, and here…" the man scooped out a business card from his wallet, "when you're interested, and I know you will be, this is my number to call me at. I can finish what I started then."
He ran his hand through Blaine's curls, buttoned his coat up for him, grabbed his cell, and began to text his way back into the coffee shop. The man ignored Blaine screaming in defiance, a shaking fist throwing the card to the ground and stomping on it angrily with his boots.
He would call. There was no doubt about it.
"Hello CEO Office, Rachel speaking, how may I direct your call?
A cough.
"May I speak to Mr. Hummel please?"
"Just one moment please, I'll see if he's free."
...
"Hello?"
"Mr. Hummel?"
"Excuse me?"
"…sorry, Master"
"There's a good boy, are you ready to finish what we started?"
"Yes sir."
