Kinks: bondage, swallowing, use of feather

Before he went to his room, Kurt peeked in on Finn, making sure his brother still had a full bottle of water by his bed, and then checked on Sam, making sure the blond had gone to bed and wasn't reading a comic book. Sam would stay up all night reading if Kurt let him. Both boys were sleeping soundly and didn't stir when Kurt popped his head into their rooms.

Blaine was curled under the covers, waiting for him, and Kurt knew he was naked under those blankets. Kurt had given him a direct order and Blaine was good at obeying those. The problem was Blaine didn't see the house rules as orders and he didn't see orders from Jeremiah as coming directly from Kurt, even though any orders Jeremiah gave came from Kurt.

"Hello Blaine," he said as he walked over to the closet on the far side of his bedroom. He had two closets, one filled with his clothes, and the other filled with toys to both pleasure and punish his boys. "How was your shower?"

"Very satisfying Sir," Blaine replied instantly.

Kurt could feel his boy's eyes on him as he looked through his toy closet, trying to decide the best way to re-affirm his bond with Blaine. It was always the first thing Kurt did, with all of his boys, any time he had to be away from them for longer than a work day, and each boy needed something different to feel connected to him. Finn was the easiest, Kurt had plenty of experience dealing with his brother's needs, and he was satisfied with cuddling and reassurance that Kurt wasn't leaving him. Kurt had almost as much experience dealing with Blaine but Blaine's needs weren't so simple. All his boys needed his time and attention, but with Blaine, he needed Kurt's attention to be focused solely on him to feel reconnected. With Blaine, it meant being alone in a room where none of the other boys would disturb them unless there was an emergency, such as Kurt's bedroom or the basement playroom. Jeremiah needed to feel like his work was appreciated and with the older boy barely accepting his touch, Kurt would plan a special dinner for just him and Jeremiah. Puck was one of the hardest. His needs seemed to be different every time Kurt needed to reconnect with him. Puck seemed to enjoy playing a game, almost daring Kurt to be wrong about what he needed, but Kurt was good at paying attention to his boys and so far he'd been able to determine what Puck needed every time. Sam, as his newest boy, was the most tentative about needing him. He was still dealing with his parents' disapproval of him being bisexual and he wasn't ready for anything more than cuddling and an occasional bath together, but he was slowly opening up to Kurt.

"What should I use tonight?" Kurt mussed out loud, knowing Blaine was watching him carefully. He disregarded all the spanking implements, Blaine didn't get pleasure from a spanking, but his boy did like being tied up. Kurt had several different methods for tying up his boys, everything from handcuffs to silk ties, depending on if he wanted to leave marks on his boys' wrists. He choose two blue ties since it wasn't about punishing Blaine, but making sure his boy felt loved after a day away from him. His eyes skimmed over the blindfolds, something he promised never to use on Blaine, to his collection of feathers. The image of Blaine tied to his bed and being driven crazy with the light touches of the feather was enough to make Kurt hard and make his decision.

"Lie down," he ordered and watched as Blaine quickly obeyed. He could see Blaine's eyes already glowing with the anticipation of having his Master's attention all to himself. Kurt knew his boy wasn't expecting it, not after his punishment, but Kurt was positive Blaine had learned his lesson and he always rewarded his boys when they learned their lessons. "Hands above your head," he added as he pulled the blankets away from Blaine's body.

Kurt's bed had been custom made so it could hold him and all his boys but it was rare to find more than one of them sharing his bed. Blaine and Puck refused to share with each other, Sam still had yet to set foot in Kurt's bedroom, Jeremiah as well, and Finn preferred his own smaller room to Kurt's massive one. Instead, Kurt found himself using his bedroom for times when he needed to be alone with one of his boys, like tonight with Blaine, and remind them that he loved them. Also custom made were the wooden bars at the head of the bed. Kurt had wanted a four poster bed but with it being so large, if he wanted to cuff one of his boys, he needed a headboard with bars.

He slid one looped end of a tie around Blaine's right wrist then tightened it until it was secure without being painful, then he did the same with the left wrist. Then he brought the two other ends of the ties together and knotted them both around the middle bar of his headboard. If Blaine wanted to free himself, he had the option of pulling the ties' ends, the knot would give way, and Kurt would stop. He knew Blaine wouldn't, in all their years together, never once had Blaine asked him to stop.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes Master," Blaine said.

"Good," Kurt smiled as he patted Blaine's cheek. "I missed you too," he leaned down to claim Blaine's lips in a long kiss while his fingers slowly trailed down Blaine's sides.

Blaine was already moaning into his mouth. A full day without contact had his boy completely sensitive to any little breath of a touch.

Kurt pulled away, hushing Blaine's protests with another, rougher kiss, and he slid off the bed. He made sure he was still in Blaine's view as he undid his shirt, button by button, leaving on his tie, and then came his pants, tossed in the laundry basket with his shirt and leaving him in only a tie and boxers.

"Such a beautiful boy," Kurt crawled back on to the bed and settled beside Blaine. His tie skimmed along Blaine's white skin as Kurt bent down to whisper in Blaine's ear. "You're mine. You'll always be mine."

"Yours," Blaine sighed happily then gasped as the tie grazed one of his nipples. He arched up, whimpering when Kurt pulled away and denied him the contact he desperately wanted, needed.

"My boy," Kurt dipped down again to suck on Blaine's neck. Blaine was already trembling beneath him and he had yet to bring out the feather. "Do you want me to take care of you tonight?"

"Yes Sir," Blaine pleaded breathlessly. "Please."

Kurt picked up the feather from the bedside table, drawing it along the skin of Blaine's arm, from wrist to elbow to armpit. The feather continued its trail down Blaine's side, over his hip bone, down one side of his leg then up the other, skipping over his groin, down the leg, up the leg, up his side.

"Now where should I go next," Kurt mussed, letting the feather trail across Blaine's chest as his eyes ran down the length of Blaine's body. He teased Blaine's nipples with light touches of the feather's tips, watching them harden as Blaine's breathing started to grow shallower and quicker. "Here," the feather moved to the right nipple, "or here," now the left nipple, "or maybe lower," he dipped the feather in Blaine's bellybutton.

"Lower," Blaine pushed his hips up, trying to get some contact, any contact between the feather and his cock.

"Lower," Kurt ran the feather along the insides of Blaine's thighs. "Lower what?"

"Sir, please Sir," Blaine cut off with a gasp as the feather moved closer to his cock. "I need you."

"I'm right here," Kurt used his free hand to cup Blaine's cheek. "Lift your legs."

Blaine obeyed, lifting his legs toward his chest and exposing his hole to Kurt. The feather trailed down the back of his thigh before swirling around his hole, making Blaine's hips jump off the bed but he never moved his legs. He knew if he kicked out, Kurt wouldn't let him cum, and he really, really needed to cum.

Kurt let go of the feather and gently pushed Blaine's legs further apart, wrapping his hand around Blaine's hard cock.

"You will count the strokes," he told Blaine, locking eyes with his boy and waiting for Blaine to nod before he starting stroking Blaine's cock.

"One, two, three, four," Blaine counted, doing his best to concentrate through the pleasure coursing through his body. "F..five, six, s..ven, eight, nine, t…ten."

"You can cum," Kurt said and his permission was all it took for Blaine to tense and explode with a soft cry. He knew better than to be loud, as much as he loved screaming, he'd be in trouble if he woke Puck, Finn, or Sam. "That's my boy," Kurt brought his fingers, covered with cum, to Blaine's mouth. "Clean me."

Blaine brought his head up to reach Kurt's fingers and he slowly drew each one into his mouth, licking and sucking until every inch of his Master's hand was clean. Once done, he collapsed back against the pillow and waited for Kurt to free his hands.

Kurt had other ideas. He straddled Blaine's shoulders and nudged his boxer-clad crotch against his boy's lips.

"Do you want to suck me?" he asked, feeling the dampness against his cock as Blaine's mouth worked him through the cloth.

"Yes, Master," Blaine answered, voice muffled slightly around Kurt's cock.

Kurt ran his fingers through his boy's sweaty curls in approval before he slid his boxers down, freeing his cock. Blaine's mouth was warm and wet and his boy was so good at sucking his cock. His fingers found Blaine's hair again as his braced himself on the wall with his other hand, hips snapping forward to drive himself deeper down Blaine's throat.

"Gonna cum," he warned. "Swallow."

Blaine swallowed every drop as Kurt came hard, sucking until his Master pulled his cock away from him.

"I love you," Kurt smiled down at Blaine.

"I love you too Sir."

Kurt freed Blaine's hands, rubbing them to get the blood flowing after being above his head for so long. "Time for bed. You can stay with me all night."

Blaine smiled happily and snuggled into Kurt's side as Kurt pulled the blankets over them. His Master was happy with him.