I'm back again. Shocking, I know! I'll try to make up for it with an extra long chapter. I added a client that I hate mosquitos' suggested - not exactly everything you asked for, but I hope you still like it, as soon as I saw the suggestion I knew I wanted to do it. SO thank you and everyone keep the suggestions coming. I'm still looking for kink or client suggestions and I haven't forgotten the ones I've received.

Heads up things get a little intense in this chapter, some dubcon, so be prepared for that.

Kurt sat in a chair in Marley's salon having his hair touched up. He had on his regular tight black shorts, a gray nylon salon cape as Marley used an electric razor to sharpen up his edges, and nothing else. It was a little weird how quickly he'd gotten used to standing around with barely anything on. The shorts covered him, but didn't really disguise anything, still what was the use in worrying about that when in under an hour he'd be completely naked and in the middle of being fucked by a complete stranger?

Unless he had a repeat customer. Kurt had been working the Carousel for three weeks now, an amount of time that seemed at once much shorter and infinitely longer than it should. He'd had a few clients ask for him more than once. He'd been with Walter again a couple of times. He really liked having repeat business, it helped his pride, for one thing, knowing he was learning the trade fast enough to be asked for repeatedly - plus it was just easier. He knew what was going to happen when he walked in the room and saw a familiar face. It really lowered his stress levels.

Though in all honesty, none of the men he'd been with so far had wanted anything very… well, kinky… from him. He had one man use the cuffs on his wrist to anchor him to the bedpost which freaked him out at first, but even though he was cuffed to the bed, the sex had been fairly vanilla. Also, it seemed that Kurt was, "Silver Fox Bate" as Jeff had coined it. In other words, the older gentlemen really liked Kurt. He hadn't had a single client under fifty yet.

"It's that baby face." Wes teased, "Makes them feel young again."

"I don't have a baby face." Kurt had argued but Wes had just smiled and shook his head as if he knew better. Which he probably did.

Kurt was eternally grateful to find friends among the other Carousel boys, Wes and Jeff being chief among them. However, sometimes being with them, after having to please a client night after night was a little… tiring. It was as if they didn't know how to turn the charm and flitting off, or maybe it was more that if they did, they weren't sure what they'd find in its place. Kurt couldn't keep up the banter all the time. So, while he was grateful for the friendship and support of the other boys, he also loved those times where he could just be quiet, by himself.

Then there was Blaine. Blaine who never teased or flirted who didn't expect Kurt to be high-energy or to talk about any of his clients. It was like the other boys lived by the philosophy, "if you act like you're okay, you are okay." Which was good and helpful… until it wasn't.

Blaine didn't expect anything from Kurt, he was just… there, like magic, when Kurt needed him. There to lead him to the showers after a client, there ready with a warm towel and a sweet smile, there to give Kurt some cream for his wrist when they were a little chafed or sneak him some bacon on days, he wasn't allowed any.

With Blaine, Kurt could let out a sigh and allow his shoulders to sag and not be on the defense. He knew it was Blaine's job, but that didn't make him any less grateful. Blaine went the extra mile when other shadows seemed to stay in the shadows. Kurt needed that. Especially seeing as he'd only been here three weeks and still had months of work left.

"Where's Hummel?" A voice interrupted Kurt's contemplation as Marley blew on the back of his neck to clear away the hair clippings.

"Here," Marley said greeting Sebastian with a smile.

Kurt looked up at Sebastian's stern face and only just held back his groan. Some of his best days where when Sebastian was too busy to bother him. Sebastian was still finding any way he could to make Kurt's life miserable. Even the other boys were surprised at how long Sebastian's jealousy towards Kurt was lasting.

"What is he wearing today?" Sebastian spoke over Kurt's head to Marley.

"The black shorts," Marley motioned for Kurt to get up as she pulled the salon cape off him.

Sebastian looked Kurt up and down in a way that no longer intimidated him. It was just annoying at this point.

"Again?"

"It's what you pick-" Marley started but was cut off when Sebastian lifted a hand.

"No, this is old. He has been here hardly any time at all, and he is already in a rut. We need a new, higher paying kind of client for him."

Kurt clenched his jaw and didn't speak even though being talked about as if he wasn't there was maddening. He knew what higher paying meant. It meant that the client got to do more things from the list of things Kurt had to be willing to do. It meant things would be harder. Which, of course, Sebastian wanted for him.

Sebastian marched away motioning for Marley to follow him. Kurt wasn't sure if he was meant to follow along or not but decided against it. The less of Sebastian inane prattling he had to hear the better.

Marley came back a few minutes later with something small and red on a hanger. "He wants you to change into these, but first I need to do your makeup, and we don't have much time. I wasn't told there would be a styling change with you tonight."

"Makeup?" Kurt asked as he sank back in the chair, wondering what form of humiliation Sebastian had in store for him now.

"Don't look so scared," Marley laughed, "I know what I'm doing," She opened a case of neatly organized makeup products, and took a moment choosing colors. Kurt was turned towards Marley so he couldn't see what was happening, but he knew she'd done something to his eyes, cheeks, and lips. There was a tight ball of nerves in his chest as she turned him back around to the mirror. It took Kurt a moment to take in what she'd done and let out a sigh of relief. Marley was right, he didn't need to worry, her job was to make him look good.

The makeup was very subtle, Marley had put very understated blush on him so that he didn't look like he was wearing any he just looked flushed. And his lips were just a bit more red and plump looking than normal. The only obvious makeup was the black eyeliner she'd used around his lids, it made the blue of his eyes jump out.

"You'll need to change into this," Marley said handing him the little lingerie hanger.

Kurt nodded and headed to the curtain he could change behind, still not ready to just strip down in front of everyone the way some boys did. He found Sebastian had picked out yet another tiny pair of shorts, smaller somehow even than the black ones he'd gotten used to. Half his (admittedly toned, thanks to Ms. July) ass hung out the back of the red form-fitting fabric. They laced up on the sides so skin was showing all up his thigh, and stretched across the front so you could clearly see the outline and size of what was beneath. Kurt sighed, closed his eyes for a moment and then squared his shoulders walking out to the salon with his new look, which could only be characterized as "devilish imp".

"Here you go," Marley said finishing the look with a red leather choker collar with a ring fastened to it. He at least was without any wrist cuffs this time. Marley looked him over, but with her, it was just a professional eye making sure everything worked together. "Well, you do look a little dangerous Kurt. I guess that could bring a new clientele."

"Oh joy."

"You'll be fine," Marley said squeezing his arm encouragingly, but there was a kind of distress behind her eyes that Kurt had seen with her before.

"Are you ready?"

Marley and Kurt turned to see Blaine standing near them, head bowed, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

"Yes, he is."

Blaine looked up briefly meeting eyes with Kurt.

That was another thing about Blaine, he never let someone else speak for Kurt. He was asking if Kurt was ready and waiting for Kurt's response. Not that Kurt could do anything but say yes, still he appreciated the consideration. "Yes, I'm ready."

Blaine nodded, "Sebastian wants everyone to line up.

Kurt followed Blaine to the waiting room outside of the Carousel. His nerves felt a little raw. Was he ever going to get used to this? Maybe it was the new outfit that was making him nervous. Sebastian was clearly trying to get a new kind of client for Kurt, while Kurt was perfectly happy with the relatively easy clients he'd had so far.

"If you make more money you are out of here sooner. If you make more money you are out of here sooner." Kurt chanted under his breath. Jeff made eye contact with him and winked as he mouthed, "Great outfit" which calmed Kurt a little as he and the other boys were lined up and then marched into the room behind the glass.

Kurt found a stool near the front and perched on top of it, posture perfect and eyes straight ahead. He wouldn't show the fear swirling in his belly. He didn't want the kind of man that enjoyed fear to pick him. He'd heard rumors about those kinds of clients, and it was unsettling.

Kurt had gotten used to being picked somewhere in towards the middle/end of the group so when Elliot's number flashed across the screen first he wasn't surprised. He was surprised when seconds later his number lit up the screen. Kurt blinked a few times and swallowed deeply before forcing a smile to his lips, show no fear, and then moved to the exit.

Blaine met him in the hallway an iPad in his hands and a wavering smile on his lips, but his big expressive eyes looked concerned.

"I was picked second," Kurt said still a little in shock.

"That's good," Blaine answered quietly as he started leading him down the hall. "Even Sebastian can't turn that into a bad thing."

"That's true." They waited for a moment in an empty hallway and Kurt nerves started to build, "What's the hold-up?"

"Your client wanted a minute in the room before you were brought in."

Kurt swallowed and nodded.

"You're nervous."

"I'm always nervous beforehand."

Blaine's lips tipped down and looked like he was about to say something else when a message popped up on his iPad. "Okay." He stepped forward and lifted his hand to knock on a door, but turned to Kurt first, "I'll be out here after like I always am."

Kurt nodded again, grateful for Blaine's steady presence, but still scared of what might be coming.

Blaine knocked and then opened the door letting Kurt in and then closing the door behind him. Kurt caught one last encouraging smile from Blaine before he was alone in the room with his newest client.

Kurt walked further in, his hands clasped in front of him before thinking better of it and letting his hands fall by his sides and his shoulders straighten. Show no fear.

The room was like the rooms he'd been in before. Bar cart, lounge furniture, a big bed with an iron bed frame and silk sheets. There was another table set up near the bed though with a canvas carrying case on top of it. Kurt's mouth went dry wondering what was in the case.

He forced himself to look away from it and met eyes with the man across the room. He was younger than any of Kurt's previous clients, late thirties maybe. And he was handsome, not Kurt's type really, but he could admit he was aesthetically nice looking. He was shirtless and was slipping off his pants and folding them before laying them on a chair. He turned towards Kurt his eyes looking him up and down. Kurt took a moment to do the same.

The man was in shape, a defined chest and strong arms, in the dim light of the room Kurt couldn't make out his eye color, except for the fact that they seemed light, and he had sandy blond very curly hair. Kurt liked curly hair… well, he liked Blaine's curly hair, but it was dark and not as short and… the man cleared his throat to get Kurt's attention.

"God, how old are you?" The man asked but as Kurt opened his mouth to answer he raised his hand, "Never mind, don't tell me, it is more fun that way."

Kurt's stomach churned.

"Your name?"

"Kurt."

"I'm William, but Kurt, I would prefer it if you called me Mr. Schue."

Kurt nodded. "Of course."

"Of course…?"

"Of course, Mr. Schue."

"Now then Kurt, I hear you've been a bad boy."

Kurt chewed the inside of his lip, he wanted roleplay? Kurt wasn't sure he'd be any good at that. Then again, he did want to be an actor, he could just fake it. That's what he did for this job anyway.

"I… yes. I have been." Kurt answered as William closed in on him.

"Mr. Schue' or at least 'sir' is required. You know the rules of this school."

Great, was this some kind of teacher/student fantasy? Kurt already didn't like it. "I'm sorry Mr. Schue." He said as William stopped directly in front of him.

He looked into Kurt's eyes, he couldn't have been more than a couple inches taller than Kurt but something about the way he looked at him made him feel small.

"I don't know if I believe that you're sorry." He reached out and grabbed Kurt by the chin forcing his face back. "But disobedient boys always get their dues. Now," He nodded towards the big bed taking up most of the room. "Get on the bed."

Kurt's heart was fluttering against his chest. What he had to do on a normal night was bad enough. Sex with strangers was still a difficult thing for him, but now what was going on? He really didn't like the gleam in "Mr. Schue's" eyes. He was stuck for a moment unable to move and a slow smile curled its way onto William's lips.

"Oh, a stubborn one, are you?"

"No. No, sir." Kurt said moving towards the bed, but a strong hand grasping his arm stopped him.

"Actually, how about you take off those extremely inappropriate shorts first. If you aren't going to abide by the dress code, you'll suffer for it."

"I…" Okay, Kurt really didn't like this game, but the shorts were coming off one way or another anyhow. "Yes, Mr. Schue." He started tugging them down his hips but a slap to his ass stopped him. It didn't hurt, but it was startling.

"No. Unlace them one side at a time"

"Yes, sir," Kurt answered and wanted to roll his eyes. The things these men wanted were so cliche.

He started untying the lace on his left side, he hated that his hands were trembling slightly. He really didn't want to give this guy and power over him… though the truth was, William had all the power. He kept going until the string was undone and the shorts hung off him loosely barely covering him. They were only stopped from falling off by the fact that Kurt had the fabric on the right side pinched between his fingers. He was told to unlace both sides and he was not about to go against instructions - even if he got the impression William wanted him to do just that.

He undid the other side feeling the full weight of William's eyes on him, and then let the tiny piece of red cloth slip from his fingers and fall to the floor. There was silence for a moment as William leered at him.

"Mmmm, good boy. See, you can follow the rules when you chose to." William's pressed his hand against Kurt's chest, trailing down until it reached his abdomen, and he let the pad of his thumb lightly brush against Kurt's dick. Kurt shivered involuntarily. "Now go to the bed."

Kurt nodded and went to the bed sitting down on the edge not knowing exactly what William wanted. He watched as William took his own underwear off revealing a rather impressively sized cock. "You didn't say, 'Yes Mr. Schue' or "Yes, sir' when I gave you a direct instruction."

"I'm sorry Mr. Schue…" Kurt thought he would try something here, maybe get on a more even footing, "I was just excited to get to the bed." This kind of remark would have made great headway with his previous clients who liked to be flattered and think that a young attractive man like Kurt wanted them.

William seemed to be a different breed though. His brow furrowed, "I want obedience, not disingenuity."

"Yes, sir." Kurt wasn't going to forget again. Even though with every passing moment, his disdain for this man was growing, he wasn't still aware of all the things William could do to him if he wanted.

"And don't forget what brought you here in the first place. Inappropriate attire. Speaking back to a teacher. Skipping class." William walked towards the bed his eyes boring through Kurt.

William clearly had some back story in his head, and it seemed to be Kurt's job to try and keep up. "Yes, Mr. Schue." He didn't like it, but he could do it.

William got to the bed and reached out looping his fingers through the choker Kurt forgot he was even wearing and pulling him forward into a harsh kiss. Kurt tried kissing him back, but William's fingers in his choker were uncomfortable and he was worried that if William pulled any harder he would have trouble breathing.

When William broke away, still hanging into the choker so that it dug into the back of Kurt's neck, his eyes were blazing. "I'm going to make sure you receive a punishment you'll never forget."

Kurt's stomach plummeted and William let go of the collar pushing him harshly onto the bed and onto his back as he climbed up on the bed straddling him. Kurt' heart squeezed in his chest. Oh god, he was actually afraid of this ridiculous man. And he hated that. He was Kurt Hummel and he never let a bully get the better of him.

"Really? Because you seem very forgettable to me." Kurt spat out before he even thought it through. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them, but he couldn't take them back now, he had to seem strong and unafraid. He glared up into William's eyes as they widened in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, I meant to say you seem very forgettable, Mr. Schue." Oh god, he was an idiot! What was he doing?

Kurt was ready for anything, for yelling or grabbing him by the choker again, or even a sharp slap across the face.

Instead, William smiled, "Oh, I knew you were a good choice." He crashed his lips against Kurt's again and Kurt gasped in surprise.

Soon William was kissing him deeply the entire weight of his body pressing Kurt down onto the mattress as his hands gripped Kurt's arms and he kissed him until Kurt was dizzy and a little out of breath. He finally let up with a deep, satisfied intake of air, sitting up to straddle over Kurt's waist, their cocks, William's half hard and Kurt's still limp, pressed against each other. William rolled against him a few times before he climbed off him with a smirk. "On your hands and knees."

Kurt lay still for a moment catching his breath, he considered talking back to him again, but he was worried about this punishment he apparently had coming. It seemed like William didn't mind if Kurt was a little mouthy, but he didn't want to push his luck with full-out disobedience.

"Yes, Mr. Schue."

He moved so that he was on his hands and knees head down and ass pointed towards William. There was no way to take this position without feeling defenseless and exposed, but Kurt was almost getting used to that feeling with his clients. At least he knew what this meant, what they wanted from him when he was positioned like this - then Kurt heard something unzipping behind him. He whipped his head around to see. Oh god, how had he forgotten about that case and whatever was inside it?

"Eyes in front," William said, and Kurt turned his head away even though it was killing him to not know what was coming. "Up on your knees."

"Yes, sir." Kurt sat up on his knees and felt the bed dip as William climbed behind him. He reached for Kurt's neck sliding the collar around until the ring on the front was in the back. "Hands behind you."

Kurt swallowed down his nerves not wanting his voice to come out shaky, "Yes, Mr. Schue." He said as he brought his arms behind him.

He felt William wrap something around them, not rope, it was silkier to the touch, ribbon maybe? A thin, strong scarf? Once William had securely knotted his hands together behind his back, he felt William's fingers slowly crawling up his spine to the choker, he seemed to be tying off the end of the fabric to the loop in the collar lifting Kurt's hands a little as he did so. When he was done Kurt's, wrists were firmly tied to the collar so that if he tugged on them at all it pulled the choker tightly against the front of his throat. Kurt could feel himself start to panic. He really, really didn't like this.

"Don't worry, Kurt." William's voice took on a softer tone then he'd used before, "This is mostly because you look so pretty this way, it isn't your punishment."

Kurt wasn't sure that was comforting.

"Now back down." William pressed against Kurt's back until he folded over, head down on the mattress, turned to rest on a cheek, while his ass was still lifted in the air. It wasn't at all comfortable, especially as he was scared to move his hands too much, but there wasn't anything he could do about any of this. He tried to focus on how much extra money all this trouble would mean for him.

"Now Kurt, I know deep down you want to be good. Maybe you've fallen in with a bad crowd, or have a boy you're trying to impress? But it is my job as an educator to help you remember to make good choices."

Kurt heard some rustling behind him, it seemed William was getting something else out of his case.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Schue," Kurt forced out of his dry throat.

"This will hurt me more than it hurts you."

It was that split second between William's words and the first hit that Kurt finally realized what was happening here. He'd been stupid not to put it together before. Not that he really could have prepared for it. Something hard and unyielding swooshed through the air and hit Kurt's ass cheek with a crack. Kurt let out a cry, both of pain and surprise. He'd never been spanked, even as a child.

There wasn't even time for him to catch his breath before there was another harsh smack against his ass. Harder if possible, and then again, and again, and again. Kuty cried out with each hit and William was relentless. Kurt couldn't help himself, the utter shock of what was happening and the hot pain of it had him shouting out in panic, "Oh fuck! No! Please!"

William didn't listen, he spanked him hard several more times, moving his aim with each hit to strike a new part of Kurt's ass. What was that he was using? A whip? No, there was a hard-unforgiving edge to it? A riding crop?

"You will learn to be an obedient student!" William shouted hitting him a few more times and Kurt realized what the weapon must be. A ruler.

Kurt let out a long cry of pain, his cheeks wet with tears and his body trembling. "No more, please!"

"I can't stop until you understand. Do you understand?"

Kurt wasn't even sure what the question was, but he knew what answer was expected, "Y-yes, Mr. Schue."

William stopped thrashing him, he could hear him breathing heavily behind him from the exertion of his heavy blows.

Kurt hated his tear-filled voice, hated to be made to feel so weak. He sucked in a breath and tried to steady his tears. It was only because he hadn't been expecting it that he'd lost control like this. Yes, it hurt. A lot. But he would reign himself in.

"Yes, what?"

Oh god, had Kurt stopped listening? He honestly didn't know what he was meant to say. "Yes… I - I want to be good Mr. Schue." Kurt said moving to rub his cheeks against the silk sheets to dry the tears he was so ashamed of.

William let out a long sad sounding sigh, "I just don't know if I believe you." William was messaging his fingers into the flesh of Kurt's ass, it hurt after the sound spanking Kurt had received, but not nearly as bad as the ruler. "But seeing as this is your first major offense, I could go easy on you."

Kurt closed his eyes and hoped William meant that.

"But then, what kind of lesson would that be?"

Oh god.

Kurt's body stiffened, trying to be prepared this time, but there was really no way to prepare for a wooden ruler flying through the air propelled by a strong arm and gaining momentum before it strikes against already sensitive skin. Kurt let out a muffled shout of pain but didn't let himself start to cry again. He was never going to cry in front of a client ever again if he could help it.

Another swoosh of air and a hard smack, Kurt's toes curled and he flexed his arms accidentally pulling against the choker on around his neck, coughing and sputtering. Oh yeah, he'd forgotten about that. He tried to make his arms and shoulders relax. William laid into him a few more times until Kurt was breathing through clenched teeth and knew his burning ass had to be as red as a tomato at this point.

When William finally let up Kurt slumped down on the mattress, no longer able to keep his ass in the air. He was folded over like a trembling child and he hated himself for it.

"You did good Kurt." William called rubbing his back gently and moving into Kurt's line of sight "I think you've learned your lesson."

Kurt nodded and didn't look at him, he was so angry he wasn't sure what he'd say if he met William's eyes right now.

"Come on, get back up," William said moving Kurt back into place head down, ass up. There was more movement behind him and then the pop of a cap and the squirt of lube. Kurt took a long deep breath through his nose, this was going to hurt, but at least it meant maybe things were almost over.

William was gentle as he smoothed cool lube between Kurt's ass cheeks, it was cold, but it felt good. He was even gentle as he worked him open one finger and then slowly two, but it still hurt. Kurt's ass was raw and burning and William holding onto him to work him open was painful. In fact, William's very gentleness made Kurt fell sick. But Kurt clenched his teeth and didn't say a word, he didn't even let out a moan.

"Okay, I think you're ready." William moved Kurt's body again so that he was bent over the bed, feet on the ground, it felt good to stretch his legs. Then he felt the tip of William's cock against his hole and he squeezed his eyes closed tight, bound hands curled up in balls as William sild his hard erection inside of him, deeper and then pulling out and deeper still. God, he was big, and Kurt felt it all. It didn't take long before William was gripping Kurt's waist and slamming into him, hips and balls hitting against Kurt's sore ass. Kurt held his breath, determined not to cry out, but with one hard, merciless thrust Kurt lost some control and let out a strangled cry.

William seemed to like that, moving faster, and soon was filling Kurt up with his seed. Kurt's throat was tight and his eyes burned, but he wasn't crying. After a long moment of stillness where William moaned and grunted making Kurt's skin crawl, he finally pulled out. He slapped Kurt, once, twice across the ass, Kurt bit back his yell, and then fell down on his back next to Kurt on the bed.

"Holy fucking hell that was good."

Kurt was turned on his check facing William but didn't say anything in response.

"Wasn't it good?"

Kurt ground his teeth together and nodded, but then remembered the rules. He did not need any more punishment. "Yes, sir."

"And have you learned your lesson, you rebellious kid?" William said with a blissed-out smile.

"Yes, Mr. Schue," Kurt answered the way he'd been told to, but he couldn't keep anger and disgust from dripping off his words. William didn't seem to notice. He hopped off the bed, squeezed one of Kurt's ass cheeks, making Kurt hiss in pain, and started getting dressed. "Just stay there until I'm gone. It is such a gorgeous sight, your pale skin really does cherry up does it? Damn, that is going to bruise, just like Sebastian said it would."

Kurt almost bit his tongue his jaw clenched so hard at those words. Sebastian had led William to pick Kurt knowing exactly what he was going to do? Right at that moment Kurt honestly didn't know which of the two men he hated more.

Mr. Schue packed up his things and then bent over the bed to press a kiss against Kurt's unresponsive lips. "Until next time, Kurt." He said.

Kurt didn't watch him leave, he only knew he was gone by the sound of the door closing behind him. Kurt shivered and crawled up onto the bed laying curled on his side, his hands still bound and tied to his neck. He wasn't sure what he was meant to do know.

He heard the latch of the door open again and let out an involuntary groan if William had come back he didn't know if he could handle it, he couldn't take this any longer tonight.

"Kurt?" A soft timid voice called out. Kurt knew that voice, he moved enough to see that Blaine had entered the room. Kurt let out a long breath feeling every muscle in his body finally relax. Yes, he was naked, and bruised, and tied up, but if Blaine was here, then for tonight at least, everything was over - and someone kind was here to take care of him.