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The next morning Kurt was sore all over. He slowly got out of bed with a groan and a wince of pain. It wasn't just his ass, though that pain was prominent, it was his whole body. Muscles sore and tight from holding himself so tensely both during the time with his client las night and from his restless sleep. When Blaine knocked on the door and Kurt opened it to find him standing there with a soft smile, a glass of water, and another dose of Advil Kurt couldn't think of a more welcome site.

"Blaine, you have no idea who glad I am to see you." Kurt said taking the water and pills and quickly swallowing them down.

Blaine laughed, "I think you're glad to see the drugs."

"That I am." Kurt said placing the glass down and stretching his hands over his head and hearing his back pop. "I'm so sore."

Blaine was looking at him worriedly.

"But I honestly am glad to see you too."

"You're not feeling very well this morning?" Blaine worried his lip and was looking at Kurt in an appraising way as if trying to decipher how bad things were.

"I didn't sleep well."

Blaine nodded and let out a huff. "I should have seen if I could get permission for a sleep aid."

"Those are allowed?"

"With manager permission."

"Oh," Kurt shook his head, "I doubt Sebastian would care how I'm sleeping."

Blaine reached out a hand as if to touch Kurt's arm, but seemed to change his mind and let it fall, "I would have asked one of the dietitians."

Kurt smiled, trying to remain upbeat. "Blaine you really do know the ends and outs of how this place works don't you?" Last night had been horrible and his sleep had been filled with dark dreams, but it was nice to know someone was at least trying to be there for him. Today was a new day and Kurt couldn't let this experience drag him down, he still had months left of living and working here, he had to keep his chin up.

"I've been here awhile." Blaine answered in response as Kurt turned to his closet.

"I think I'll just go to breakfast in my workout clothes," Kurt said as Blaine hovered near the door, "I know I have an extended workout session with Ms. July is on the schedule for this morning." Kurt normally wouldn't dream of going to breakfast in workout clothes, even stylish ones, this morning though… he was feeling willing to cut some corners. Besides, he wouldn't be the only pony in the cafeteria already ready for Ms. July.

"Do you feel up to that?"

"A workout?" Kurt turned to look at Blaine whose face was still a mask of worry.

"I could try to get you out of it."

Kurt shook his head, "I have to keep going Blaine," He said with seriousness hoping Blaine would understand, "If I let myself pause… I don't know how I'll continue on." A slight shudder ran through Kurt's body. He knew his time with Mr. Schue wasn't the worst it could have been, but still thinking back on it too much made him light headed. He had to keep busy today.

"Okay," Blaine nodded, "I get that. Just don't…. push yourself too hard."

Kurt smiled at him, "I like this new direct Blaine who tells me what he is thinking."

Blaine blushed and glanced down.

"No! Don't do that." Kurt laughed and walked up to Blaine, just being around him made Kurt feel so much better about things and he loved that Blaine was talking to him more. Still Blaine seemed cautious and a little afraid all the time. "Why are you so wary around me?"

"I… it isn't you." Blaine blinked his big golden eyes a few times and then looked down at his shoes, "I've found it is better to just keep your head down around here. I'm… I'm not meant to be friends with any of the ponies."

"But… you are my friend Blaine." Kurt said softly, reaching out to squeeze one of Blaine's hands, "Though we can keep that quiet if we need to. I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

Blaine shuffled his feet, "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

"Blaine." Kurt waited until Blaine was looking at him before he continued, "I have to have friends here or I'll lose my mind. And I really like having you around. I know it's your job to look after me… but…. I don't know, I'm just glad you're my shadow. I feel lucky."

"I feel lucky to work with you too." Blaine said quietly.

"Then let's be friends."

Blaine smiled softly and nodded, squeezing Kurt's hand back, "Okay."

When Kurt first started working at the Carousel Blaine escorted him around everywhere, but now that Kurt had learned the ropes Blaine just checked in on him from time to time during the day and was always there before and after clients. After delivering the Advil, and his soft promise of friendship, Blaine left Kurt to his own devices. Kurt freshened up and changed into his workout cloths, lose gray sweatpants and a blue hoodie over a black tank top, and then made his way to the cafeteria for breakfast.

He still hurt but being up and moving around helped with his sore muscles and the Advil and some more cream helped with his bruises. He wanted to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happen last night, but as he sat down with his tray in the cafeteria he realized that would be difficult.

Kurt let out a quite hiss and tried to sit with a leg folded up on the chair to keep his weight off his ass. He purposefully hadn't looked at it while changing or applying the cream this morning, he didn't want to know how bad it was, but sitting down now proved that the bruises were not insignificant.

"You okay there?" David asked as he noticed Kurt grimace, popping a wedge of a clementine in his mouth.

"Um, a little sore."

David nodded and put his food down looking at Kurt closely. "Who did you have last night?"

Kurt shrugged, "Someone new. New to me at least."

David was quiet as Jeff and Elliot joined the table. They we're loud and jovial and Kurt hoped David would be distracted and let this drop.

"It wasn't a guy named Cody was it?"

Kurt took a sip of coffee and shook his head, "No. A William Schue?"

David let out a relieved breath that made Kurt worry about who this Cody was.

"Schue?" Jeff broke from his teasing Elliot to look at Kurt, "You mean William Schuester?"

"He just had me call him 'Mr. Schue."

"Ugh. That's him."

"You've had him before?" Kurt asked instantly feeling sorry for Jeff.

"Yeah, he makes the rounds," Jeff said stabbing his scrambled eggs with a fork. "What a perv."

Kurt nodded, that was accurate. He looked to Elliot and David as he shifted in his chair still trying to find a less painful way to sit. "Have you had him too?"

"No." Elliot shook his head looking serious, which seemed out of place for him, "I don't think either David or I look young enough for him."

Kurt curled his lip up in disgust, his expression was matched around the table. David got up rather abruptly and Kurt wondered if something was wrong, but he came back a couple of moments later with a donut shaped pillow and held it out to Kurt.

Kurt looked at the pillow and then to David and then around the table, he could feel his cheeks heating up.

"We've all been there one way or another." Elliot said matter-of-factly. "Just take it, no shame in that."

Kurt reached for the pillow and stood placing in on his chair and sitting again, almost sighing with relief, okay that helped a lot. From there the subject shifted, as if the other guys knew Kurt didn't want to talk about it. Elliot told a funny story about his client whose "sex noises" sounded like a squeaky toy, everyone laughed and life went on. That was just how you survived here.

Kurt had a little trouble during his workout, Ms. July was a task master, but she soon figured out he was in pain from the evening before and cut his workout short and sent him off to get a message, which was something he didn't know they had here. He was worried at first a massage would allow too much time for his mind to wonder to unpleasant thoughts, but it actually ended up being exactly what he needed. His stiff muscles felt much better afterwards.

Nothing else out of the ordinary happened until Marley was getting him ready for that evening. He felt like he had to tell her about the bruising, though he hated to bring it up. He said it softly while she was styling his hair, hoping to sound nonchalant as he asked for some cover up to hide a few bruises he'd received the evening before.

Marley stopped what she was doing and looked at Kurt in the eyes. "Where?"

"Um… my ass."

"From what?"

"Spanking, from a wooden ruler."

Kurt briefly thought he saw something like anger cross her eyes before she schooled her expression. "Always let me know about those kinds of things Kurt. I won't let you walk out there looking abused."

Kurt smiled, "Thank you."

"I'll get you some cover-up you can apply while you're changing."

"Cover-up for what?"

Kurt had to force himself not to roll his eyes as Sebastian approached. Was he always here? Didn't he ever take an evening off?

"Kurt had a violent client last night. He has bruising. Why wasn't that in my report on him?" Marley asked, her voice calm, but her eyes flashing with anger. Kurt had never heard her address Sebastian this way.

"Hmm? Oh, I do remember seeing that in this morning's daily report. I guess I didn't think it was a big enough ordeal to bother you with."

Kurt's jaw clenched, he knew that Sebastian had purposely pointed Schue in Kurt's direction.

Marley let out a slow breath before she spoke again. "That is literally your job Sabastian, to share information."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, "Don't tell me how to do my job, Rose. Remember, I'm still your superior."

Marley smiled, but it was tight around the corners, "Of course."

"Have one of your minions apply the cover-up to our little princess here. I don't trust him to do it himself."

"I'm more than capable-" Kurt started but the cold anger in Sebastian's eyes made him bite his tongue.

"I'll send someone in to help with the application while he's changing." Marley nodded and Sebastian moved on.

Marley gave Kurt a sympathetic look, but didn't say anything else on the matter.

Kurt was back in the red shorts tonight, makeup done and hair styled, waiting in the dressing room for someone to come with some cover-up. There was a light knock on the door that Kurt recognized immediately and he smiled as he opened it.

Blaine stood their looking a little shy with a tube of make up in his hand and an application sponge. "I'm meant too…" He gestured.

"I know. Come on in."

Blaine joined him in the small space and closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry Kurt, but um… I'm going to need you to… pull the shorts down... Sorry."

"Blaine," Kurt tried to smile, but it was hard this close to getting a new client, he was a mess of nerves. "It's fine. I don't mind. I trust you."

He turned away from Blaine and pulled the tight red leather down the swell of his ass.

He heard a quick intake of air from Blaine.

"That bad, huh?"

"No. No, it's… it's fine." Blaine said, but he was far less than convincing.

Blaine knelt down behind him and soon Kurt feel the soft brush of the makeup sponge against his tender skin. Blaine took things slow and ever so softly as his gentle fingers worked over Kurt's ass cheeks. It stung, but less than it would from someone not as careful as Blaine. By the end Kurt found he was trembling slightly, not from pain but just… to have someone be so sweet and tender in a place that was constantly trying to tear him down… it made a lump form in Kurt's throat.

"Done." Blaine said softly as he stood, "Keep the shorts down just for a moment or two as it dries."

Kurt nodded and turned back around, Blaine was so close to him in the tiny space and his cheeks looked a little flushed.

"Thank you."

"Just doing my job." Blaine said and lifted a hand bringing it to Kurt's face to lightly brush a tear that Kurt didn't even know he'd shed off of his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Kurt nodded, "I didn't mess up my make-up did I?"

Blaine shook his head. "Tell me something happy from your childhood. Or… or something funny."

"What?"

"Tell me something funny that happened to you as a kid."

"Um…" Kurt furrowed his brow, not understanding where this question came from, "When I was really little I was at a park with my parents and there were these ducks getting into the pond, but one duck was hesitating at the edge, leaning in like it was going to jump into the water, but never quite doing it. So I thought I would help and I walked up and lightly… um… pushed it in."

Blaine smiled, lifting his eyebrows.

"And the duck just floated away, my parents said I could have been bitten, but you know… I was just helping." It wasn't a really funny story, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

Blaine let out a laugh anyway and the sweet sound of it made Kurt's heart skip a beat, "Good. That's perfect. So if you end up with another…. difficult client think about that duck. Try to come up with other random, pleasant thoughts, it takes practice but eventually you'll be able to… disconnect a bit, in your mind. It helps."

Kurt bit his lip, unconsciously moving closer to Blaine, "How do you know that?"

"I've been here awhile." Blaine voice was soft, and all this time he hadn't broken eye contact with Kurt.

Kurt nodded, glancing from Blaine's eyes to his lips.

Blaine cleared his throat and took a small step back. "We should get you in line. We don't want Sebastian to have to call for you."

"Of course." Kurt shook his head and remembered his shorts were still pulled down in the back. He carefully slipped them up and followed Blaine out of the dressing room to get in line with the other ponies. His stomach tightened, he hadn't been this nervous since his first night here, he honestly didn't think he could bare someone like William Schuester two evenings in a row.

Kurt tried, and failed, to smile as the ponies were called forward. He glanced back to Blaine, who winked at Kurt and mouthed the words, "Quack, quack." Kurt felt a real true smile tip up on his lips and he tried to look confident as he walked into the ponies' section of the Carousel.

Kurt had been nervous as tense as his number had been called, but Blaine had met him and walked him down the hall.

"It's a repeat client of yours." Blaine had told him quickly. "Russell? Early sixties, but looks younger. blond hair. Pretty basic in what he expects form you."

Kurt let out a breath. He remembered Russell, another closeted gay man with a wife and family at home, but at least he wasn't going to… to be rough. He hadn't in the past at least.

"Thank god." Kurt murmured in relief, surprised at what passed as good news in this place.

"I'll be here after." Blaine assured him softly outside the door and Kurt nodded, squaring he shoulders and walking in. Russell was already sitting on the bed sipping a glass of scotch, wearing nothing but his boxers.

That was fine. It meant he was ready to get down to business, and so was Kurt. As he always reminded himself, the sooner they started the sooner it would be over.

"Good evening Kurt," Russel said eyeing him over. Russel always spoke to Kurt somewhat formally, like they were in a business meeting. Never calling him pet names or showing affection. Again, that was fine, it fit Kurt's mood.

"Hello Russel, it's good to see you again."

Russell smiled at that and set his glass down on the bed stand. "Why don't you come join me?" He patted the bed next to him. "Loose the shorts on your way."

Kurt did what he was told slipping the dark red shorts off and leaving them on the floor. He was fully exposed as he walked to the bed, but almost use to it at this point. He climbed up and made the quick decision to swing a leg across Russel until he was straddling him, hovering over him as he brought his face close. It was better than sitting, he knew pain was coming, even if Russel was gentle, his bruising wasn't going to allow this to be painless, still if he didn't have to sit down yet, he wouldn't.

"What did you want tonight?" Kurt purred seductively trailing a hand down Russell's chest.

"You're bolder then the last time I was here."

"Maybe I'm just excited to see you?" Kurt said licking his lips and smirking when he noticed Russel following the movement.

"I doubt that," He chuckled, "But it's a nice thing to say."

With that Russel moved quickly grabbing Kurt's balls, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Kurt gasp in surprise. "I've had dreams about you lately. With my wife sleeping besides me." He started rolling Kurt's balls around his fingers and Kurt's breath speed up. "I think about you when I make love to her."

Kurt smiled at that, though on the inside the words made him fell a little sick. "Well, I'm not just a dream right now," Kurt said even as Russel continued to play with him, moving his other hand to slowly pump Kurt's cock.

Kurt never got very hard with his clients, but he wasn't sure Russel cared about that. He just liked touching. Kurt was having trouble looking Russel in the eye as his hand became increasingly familiar with Kurt's privates, so he leaned in to kiss him and was happy when Russel kissed him in return, bringing a hand to Kurt's back to push him forward so Kurt was collapsed against Russel's chest.

Russel liked making out. He liked kissing Kurt deeply while his hands traveled over every crevasse of Kurt's body. Kurt tried to focus on the kissing alone and not the fact that he no longer had any privacy in his life at all. Or the fact that a man he wasn't even the least bit attracted to was currently rubbing a finger around his puckered asshole.

Russel's breathing was growing labored and Kurt tried to match his breaths to it so it seemed as if he was enjoying this more than he was. Kurt started moving his lips down Russel's neck and Russel groaned at that, the hand on Kurt's ass squeezed Kurt's flesh in pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" Kurt shouted his lips pulling away from Russel. That had hurt.

Russel looked at him curiously. "I can't tell if you really liked that or really didn't like it at all."

Does it matter? Kurt thought, but had enough restraint to not say it out loud, instead he tried smiling coyly and leaned in to kiss Russel again. Instead Russel smirked at him, griping Kurt by the hips and flipping them over so that Kurt was on his back on the bed and Russel was leaning over him. Kurt hissed quietly in pain, but Russel didn't seem to notice.

"I want you so much." Russel's voice was low and gravely and he was bucking against Kurt lightly, his hard cock press against Kurt's flaccid one though the fabric of Russel's boxers.

"Let me take these off for you." Kurt said fingers roaming down Russel's back and beneath his waist band.

"Please do."

Kurt slipped Russel's boxers off and thought he'd probably keep rocking against him but instead Russel moved until he was crawling up Kurt's body, stopping only when his crotch was over Kurt's face, his solid, long dick not even an inch from Kurt's lips.

"Come on. You know what to do." Russel said from above him and Kurt closed his eyes, parted his lips – wide - and tried to think of that day in the park with his parents, ducks in the pond, children laughing in the background.

Russel didn't have the biggest cock Kurt had seen since starting here, but it was decent size and after a short time of sucking and licking along its length Kurt could feel that Russel wanted to go deeper. That scared Kurt a little, never knowing if the man he was with would get carried away. It wasn't as if he trusted any of them to really care about his safety. Despite that, he did the best he could to hollow his cheeks and open his throat letting Russel slip in deeper.

Russel moaned and Kurt breathed through his nose letting Russel rock back and forth several times pressing the inside of Kurt's cheek and then moving down to his throat and then pulling out before going in again a little deeper. Kurt was doing the best he could not to gag around Russel's length. His eyes were squeezed shut but it was hard to try to disconnect like Blaine has suggested when he had to think so attentively about keeping his breath steady and not choking around Russel's erection.

Russel seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, moaning and grunting. He pulled all the way out and then thrust back in with an urgency that would have had Kurt shouting if Russel cock wasn't in the way of his wind pipe. He went a little too deep and Kurt started gagging and sputtering. Luckily that made Russel pull out completely.

"Sorry. Sorry, Kurt." Russel said as he looked down at Kurt.

Kurt smiled weakly back and wiped off his mouth and chin with an arm. "Enjoying yourself?" Kurt asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"Always," Russel grinned and moved to Kurt's side. "Roll over."

Kurt nodded and obeyed. He always obeyed. He heard shuffling behind him and then Russel was lying beside him. "Open yourself up? I'd love to watch." He handed Kurt a bottle of lube, his blue eyes sparkling.

Kurt nodded and sat up on his knees squirting out some lube and warming it on his fingers. Russel moved off the bed to stand behind him, he pressed a hand against Kurt's lower back to move him into place and then held Kurt's ass cheeks open with one hand. Kurt had to hold back a cry of pain. He took a few deep breaths to adjust to the pain, and then moved his own hand backwards until he could circle a slick finger around his hole.

All in all this actually was turning out very well for him. Besides Russel's hand holding his ass, doing this himself meant he could be careful and easy with his bruises. Kurt closed his eyes again and tried just focusing on his own movements. The tight ring of muscles as one slick finger pushed in. The slight burn and stretch as he pumped in and out of himself, hooking his finger and then adding the tip of another.

He worked his hole open slowly and with a practiced hand, Kurt's breathing was hot and labored as he pushed three fingers inside him circling the best he could from this position and bending this way and that until he pressed against to spot inside him that make him suck in a deep breath of air and he rocked on his knees, one hand supporting him on the bed, the other hand finger fucking himself. He was half hard by this point and thought if left to his own devices he might actually cum.

"That's enough." Russel's' deep and bothered voice called out. "You really are a masterpiece." Russel didn't really compliment often, but Kurt could hear in his voice he was on the edge. "My turn."

Kurt removed his hand, wiping the lube on the bed and supporting himself with both hands as Russel climbed back up on the mattress. Kurt could feel him aligning himself with his stretched and ready hole. Kurt held in a whimper. This was it then, the part that was going to really hurt. It wasn't Russel's fault really, it couldn't be helped after the sound spanking Kurt had received the evening before.

Russel eased himself into Kurt slowly, letting out a few grunts and moans. Kurt hung his head and breathed in a long breath through his nose. And then Russel was moving, pulling back and thrusting forward, gripping Kurt's hips. Soon he was pounding into Kurt. Kurt let out a strangled cry, trying to keep it from an all-out shout of pain. Russel keep up the rhythmic rocking and Kurt's arms started to tremble and then they buckled, his head and chest falling to the mattress as his eyes remained closed tight and he tried to picture himself anywhere but here.

Russel wasn't being overly rough, a little rough, but most men here were – it was just that Kurt was already so sore. Luckily, between Kurt's blow job and then watching Kurt work himself open Russel wasn't able to last very long. With a long, low moan Russel started cumming. Kurt's breathing was hitched as he felt Russel coat his insides. Kurt kept waiting for it to be over, it seemed to take forever, how long could one man orgasm?

Finally, with a weak little laugh Russel squeezed Kurt's hips appreciatively and slowly pulled out. He then fell down on the bed next to Kurt. Kurt stayed as he was, cheek pressed against the bed and ass in the air. His ass hurt, his throat hurt, and he felt dirty. And not just in a way a shower would fix. But it was over, and it hadn't been too bad.

"Fuck, Kurt." Russel smiled reaching a hand to cup Kurt's overheated cheek as his thumb smoothed against Kurt's bottom lip, he surged forward kissing Kurt hard and knocking him over to his side. He kissed him until Kurt had trouble catching his breath. Russel broke the kiss with a smack and grinned widely before sitting up. Leaving Kurt panting on the bed.

Russel started to get dressed and Kurt just laid on his side, he shuffled a little so he could see Russel. He was sure they were done for the evening, still he like to keep an eye on his clients, just in case.

"Do you do photos?" Russel asked, almost completely dressed and just buttoning up his shirt.

"Photos?" Kurt asked, thinking back to the long list of services he was required to oblige to and wondering if photos stood for something on that list.

"You've seen the black and white photography hanging up around here, right? The ones with naked guys?"

"Oh." He meant actual photos. "Um… yes?" Kurt started sitting up but thought better of, instead hopping off the bed altogether and standing by it.

"Those are ponies and other Pantone… staff. I hear you can make extra if you pose for a session. I'd pay a pretty penny for one of you."

"I… oh." No. Kurt didn't want to do that. He didn't want any part of him still here once his contract was over.

"I may have mentioned it to Sebastian. That I would buy one."

Damn it.

"That's very flattering." Kurt said with a forced smile, he was shaking slightly, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe he was cold without his clothing, or maybe he was just tired, he had barely slept the night before.

Russel smiled as well and walked forward, cupping the back of Kurt's head and kissing him as his other hand again pumped Kurt's cock a bit. "See you next time." Russel breathed, "Think about the photo."

Russel left the room and Kurt moaned in relief. All in all, this went very well. It could have been much worse. He hated the idea of Sebastian pressuring him to do a pornographic photo session though. He couldn't really deal with that thought right now. He walked to the bed stand and pulled out some wet wipes and started cleaning himself off. There was a knock at the door and Kurt called for them to come in.

It was Blaine of course, and Kurt smiled at him as he wiped off is leg.

Blaine averted his eyes, walked forward and held out the robe. "How are you? How did things go?"

Kurt slipped into the silk robe covering himself so that Blaine would look at him again, and shrugged, "Pretty good, all things considering."

"Are you in any pain?"

"Some, but just from yesterday. Russel was fine."

Blaine nodded. "I got permission for a sleeping aid if you want it tonight. Of course there will be Advil and the bruise cream as well."

"Thank you, Blaine." Kurt said as his breathing returned to normal and his hot skin started to cool down. "Could I ask for some hot tea as well?" His throat was still feeling a little rough.

"Of course."

"I can't thank you enough, Blaine. Really. You make all of this… bearable."

"I'm just-"

"Doing your job." Kurt smiled and nodded, "I know."

Blaine's brow furrowed, "I hope you know. I… I would do my best to help any pony I was assigned to."

Kurt's smile slipped.

"But… but with you. It's more than just my job. I… I'm so happy to help you."

Kurt's smiled returned with such force he could feel his cheeks stretch, "Thank you."

"We're friends."

"We are friends."

There was a pause where they just stood looking at each other before Blaine spoke again.

"You look exhausted," Blaine turned to the door. "Let's get you cleaned up and tucked in bed."

Kurt laughed, and couldn't help but think no one else but Blaine would make him feel so calm in a place like this, "Lead on."