Kurt watched as they dragged the smaller black haired boy to the bench in the middle of the stage, successfully cuffing his hands and feet in place. His body was bent over the wooden bench in a way that put his ass on display. It was humiliating to watch and Kurt wished they at least had enough dignity to cover his body up a little. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he was sure everyone within 5 feet of him could hear him. A sense of anguish rushed through him and he once again had to fight the urge to stand up and do something. He had know idea why he was reacting like this. He'd seen many subs punished before but never had he reacted this badly.

The other boy's eyes were trained on the one cuffed to the bench. He wore the saddest look Kurt had ever seen on someone's face and Kurt was positive that these two had a special bond. He watched as the boy fought for a few seconds against the woman holding him before he slumped his shoulder in defeat, giving up. Fighting was useless, they both knew that. It would only make things worse. He watched as the boy closed his eyes and hung his head, probably not wanting to see as the other sub was punished.

Kurt's heart hurt. He wanted nothing more than to scoop both of the boys up in his arms and sweep them away from the pain they were about to endure. He'd never felt this strongly about anyone before and if his heart wasn't racing and his head wasn't pounding so hard he'd probably be able to see the signs of what was happening in front of him.

"These subs broke a vital rule," Dylan began once again and Kurt groaned. He didn't want to hear anymore. "Subs do not sleep with each other. Their bodies, their devotion, their attention is to be spent on a Dom, whether it be their soulmate or one of the lucky visiting Doms like yourself." Dylan smiled and the crowd laughed. Kurt had to fight the urge to vomit.

"They must have forgotten that their bodies are not their own, that they don't deserve pleasure unless it is allowed by their Dom, because these two whores were caught together. In the midst of passion," Dylan said in disgust. He trailed the whip in his hand up the shivering back of the bound boy. "Maybe they thought they weren't going to be caught? Maybe they thought they could fuck each other and not get in trouble? Whatever they thought, it doesn't matter. They were caught. They will be punished. And they will be forbidden to have any sort of contact with each other as long as they are in this facility."

At that the other boy's eyes snapped open. "You can't do that. You promised us. We didn't do anything," he lashed out, trying to once again lunge at Dylan. The woman behind him tightened her grip and pulled him hard against her chest. She whispered something in his ear that made the boy go pale and stop fighting instantly. His head drooped and Kurt couldn't tell, but he suspected the boy might have started silently crying. Whatever the woman said to him made the sub sag and Kurt realized with a start he had assumed a submissive position.

"I don't want to hear anymore lies," Dylan grit out, glaring at the standing boy. "We do what we want and those that break the rules get special privileges revoked. We've been too lenient on the two of you. That's all about to change. Ryan's input on this situation doesn't matter anymore." Kurt vaguely wondered if the Ryan he was talking about was the switch that was supposed to give them the tour this morning before Miles too over. "I'm in charge and I never should have given allowed this situation to go on further. Never again will that, switch," Dylan spit out in disgust, "tell me how to run my program. It's ruining your training, special bond be damned. Your relationship between each other is over and I don't want to hear another word."

Dylan was directly in the face of the brown haired boy now, getting closer and closer with every word. The subs head was bowed and his hands were clasped behind his back. Kurt could tell he was shaking and his heart once again went out to him. Subs couldn't resist when a dominating voice was spoken directly at them, especially if they had never had a healthy relationship with one before, and from the way he was acting Kurt could tell he was desperate for the attention of a Dom, whether or not it was positive or negative. It broke his heart and the fact that Dylan was taking advantage of his vulnerability made him angrier.

Dylan smirked, obviously please with himself, and struck out with the whip in his hand. Kurt watched as a red welt formed across his cheek. "One more word out of you and I swear I'll triple his," he said flicking his whip at the bound boy, "punishment. Do not tempt me." Dylan's voice was pure ice as he carefully enunciated each word and even Kurt was wary of him. He couldn't imagine what his words were doing to the vulnerable sub in front of him. The standing boy didn't bother to speak or even lift his head. Dylan had removed his will to fight. "Yes, Sir," he said, softer then Kurt had heard him speak the entire time he had been up there.

"You may be a worthless whore," Dylan said, his voice making the insult sound even worse then it was, "but at least you can show me the proper respect I deserve. I want you there," he said, pointing to behind the bench. "On your knees. Standard kneeling position, go," he barked and the boy jumped to obey, fluently falling to his knees in front of the bound boy. Kurt realized almost instantly what was going to happen and his heart twitched. He was going to make them look at each other as the first boy received his punishment. Kurt could tell in just the few minutes he had seen them that the two subs had a special kind of connection, and this was going to kill them.

"Open your eyes and look up." The kneeling boy did as he was told. "Watch him, if you close your eyes even a fraction of an inch he gets it worse."

"Yes, Sir," the boy said, his voice shaking and his eyes watering as he stared into the bound boys. A look passed between the two of them that Kurt didn't understand but he saw both of them calm almost instantly.

"Good," Dylan said with a smile, turning back to the audience. "Any sub, even the sluttiest of the lot, can be controlled easily. You just have to see what will hurt them the worst. It's important to remember that physical punishment, though very effective, isn't the only punishment you have. Throwing in some emotional torture can just be as painful as whipping them.

"These two care a lot about each other and making them watch is a sort of emotional torture that we here at Dalton love to use. Breaks them faster. Threatening to double the other's punishment just reaffirms their willingness to obey," he said. Most of the audience seemed to agree with this form of punishment but Kurt's heart just beat faster. This was wrong, this was wrong on so many levels. Emotional torture could mess with a subs head more than anything and it was something that they were cautioned against using at McKinley. "Anyways, I don't want to keep you too long with my ranting so let's get to the punishment. Thirty-five lashes," Dylan said with his whip raised. "Do you understand, slut?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," the bound boy said, voice steady despite the punishment he was about to receive. Even from this far away Kurt could see the boy's muscles tense and his heart broke for him. Thirty-five was a lot, and he doubted Dylan was going to go easy on him.

In an instant Dylan's hand landed hard against the boy's back. Kurt closed his eyes and gripped his seat. He couldn't take this. It took every ounce of his willpower not to stand up and scream. This was wrong, this was wrong on so many levels and he couldn't handle it. The sound was the worst. The entire atrium was silent, everyone's eyes were fixed on the punishment in front of them. Excluding, of course, the people like Kurt and Nick who didn't agree with this sort of torture and had their eyes averted. The sound of leather on flesh reverberated through the atrium and Kurt resisted the urge to plug his ears. Kurt kept his eyes shut the entire time and tight grip on the arms of his theater chair. Nick tensed beside Kurt and he knew he was reacting just as strongly as he was.

The bound boy didn't scream until Dylan was almost done with the lashes. Kurt wasn't sure, but around twenty-three he heard the sub break. Dylan's pace picked up once he started to cry and the sound harsh sound of the leather against is flesh grew more severe. The sound of the subs wrecked voice vibrated throughout the atrium and Kurt felt tears begin to slip down his cheeks. This was why, this was exactly why, he couldn't stand to witness any sort of punishment. He couldn't handle the sound of the whip and the boy's screams. No one should be put through such pain. Kurt wanted to rip the whip out of Dylan's hands and beat him until he screamed just to teach him a lesson.

Everything must have gone smooth because after thirty-five lashes the sound of the whip hitting flesh stopped and Kurt cracked open an eye. The two nurses who had brought the boys in unchained the bound sub and let him fall to the ground. Kurt watched as his body shook with sobs and curled in on himself. Anger pulsed through his veins and Kurt had to grit his teeth and bite his lip to keep himself from screaming out.

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Dylan said with a laugh. Kurt could see the boy's back clearly now. His back, butt, and legs were already covered in red welts and dark brusies. Some of them were bleeding and Kurt felt his heart clench tightly in his chest. There was no reason to make a sub bleed, unless it was okay with both the Dom and the sub. Kurt swore then and there he would never, under any circumstance, make one of subs bleed.

The brown haired boy moved quickly towards the other sub, falling to his knees beside him. Tears were leaking down his cheeks and Kurt felt so bad for him. Witnessing someone you cared a lot about go through something so terrible was the worst sort of punishment. "This is all my fault," he said, tears pouring down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, so sorry."

"It's okay," the black haired sub said softly, resting a hand on his face. "I'm okay." The other boy cried even harder and squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. For whatever reason he blamed himself, and Kurt could tell no one was going to convince him otherwise.

Suddenly there were hands on the bleeding boy. They gripped his arms tightly and pried the two subs apart. The brown haired sub, Kurt really wished he knew their names because this was getting confusing, cried out and reached for the other. Apparently they were going to separate them right away and neither one of them could stand the thought of being separated indefinitely.

"Sebastian, Sebastian it's okay," the bleeding boy said, trying to reassure the other sub. "You've got to calm down or you'll have another panic attack. I can't touch you to calm you down Sebastian, you've got to listen to my voice." Sebastian reached out weakly for the other boy but was quickly pulled back by one of the nurses. "Blaine," he cried.

Suddenly Kurt's heart stopped. His mouth dropped open and everything went quiet. His vision started to blur as he made an important realization. Everything seemed to still. Sebastian. Blaine. These were his subs, his soulmates. He was so stupid. He knew the signs just as well as anyone else. Why was he so incompetent?

Everything made sense and now that Kurt had made that realization he wasn't going to just sit there and watch. Kurt was on his feet in an instant, ignoring the concerned voices of his friends yelling after him. Nothing else mattered right now. He needed to get on stage. He ran up to the front, completely forgoing the set of stairs on the other side of the stage, and jumped up on stage. Dylan was yelling at Sebastian and his arm was raised to strike him with the whip in his hands for resisting but his lash failed to meet his target.

Kurt stood in front of Dylan, his arm gripped tightly around his wrist in a hold Kurt knew was painful. He dug his well manicured fingernails into his tender flesh, hoping to draw blood. He was so angry. He had never been so angry in his life. His heart was pounding and his ears were ringing. Rage coursed through his veins in waves. "Touch him again and I'll kill you," he said, voice dripping with ice. He lifted his other wrist up to his mouth and undid the clasp of his bracelet with his teeth. He shoved the names of his soulmates in the man's face and tightened his grip. "They're mine."

It was clear to everyone in the audience what had just happened and most of them were shell shocked. Kurt Hummel, prissy little porcelain who cared more about his skincare routine then football, was definitely a Dom. No one would ever make fun of him and tell him it was impossible again. They'd seen it clear as day. Kurt was a Dom, and he was pissed.