Kurt watched Blaine with amusement as he was led down the stairs. He was not doubtful at all now, but enthusiastic, excited and very much turned on. But not very subby. Maybe that would change when they reached their destination - Blaine seemed to be aiming toward the hot tub, and the hot tub offered a lot of possibilities. But if not, Kurt would be neither surprised nor disappointed. This was a new place for them; despite his excitement, Blaine was probably still a bit nervous and didn't feel as calm and safe as he needed in order to give himself over to his submissive side. But even so, they could still have a lot of fun together.

And they were here to have fun - who cared if the fun wasn't exactly the sort they were supposed to have?

Or, well. A few people seemed to care, he noticed as he looked around. He already gained a few weird looks, judging him for letting himself be so obviously led by a sub. But he didn't care.

Maybe he would if Etienne were still here. He would probably feel the need to prove himself in front of his old teacher, and that would only work with a well-behaved sub. But as it was...

Still, he pulled Blaine back a little when they reached the tub. Blaine seemed ready to jump right in, and if he remembered it correctly, that needed a little preparation.

"Stop a moment," he said, and then pulled at the butt plug until it came out. Blaine gave a surprised squeak.

"I - I thought it was only a hot tub, Sir," he said. "Is there something I don't know?"

"You'll see," Kurt said grinning. "In with you. There's a sort of bench to sit on. Feel around on it a little before you sit down, you'll find it."

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"No, I'll sit down here and just watch you for a bit."

Kurt could see Blaine was confused - what was there to watch when someone was sitting in a hot tub? - but he could probably imagine that this would not be an ordinary hot tub.

He could see when Blaine found what he had been talking about. His expression went from questioning to excited to resigned, and then a little pained as he sat down on the built-in dildo on the bench of the tub. Kurt leaned back in his chair and watched while Blaine wriggled a bit to make himself as comfortable as possible, and then stilled and just sat there, closing his eyes and enjoying the hot water.

Kurt waited. The water was still, but he knew what would happen when it began to bubble. After a while, he said,

"Don't come, pet. You know the cock ring is only decoration. You don't want to make the water dirty."

"I won't, Sir," Blaine said, looking confused, but then he leaned back again and closed his eyes, a picture of complete relaxation. It seemed he had all but forgotten that he was in a sex club.

A few of the other people in the tub shared amused glances, but Kurt put a finger to his lips and shook his head. It wouldn't be long now.

The water began to bubble, and Blaine opened his eyes as the dildo in his ass began to vibrate.

"Oh shit," he said when the vibrations became stronger, and his hands grabbed the rim of the tub. His eyes closed again, and his head dropped back, but he didn't look so relaxed now; in fact, his whole body was tense as he muttered a string of curses under his breath.

It went on for a while, but Kurt didn't get bored. He loved watching Blaine relax when the vibrations finally stopped, and whimper and tense when they started again. Sweat began to shine on his brow, but Kurt knew he wouldn't come, not without some extra stimulation. He could torture Blaine this way for hours, if he wanted to - but he didn't. There were a lot more things they could do here, opportunities they didn't have at home.

So after a while, when Blaine's curses had been reduced to whimpers and he didn't manage to relax anymore even when the vibrations stopped, Kurt motioned for him to get up. Blaine looked relieved and a little dazed as he obeyed, and absolutely gorgeous as he slowly stepped out of the water, his body glistening with wetness, his cock red and rock hard. Kurt had managed to control himself while Blaine was in the tub, though he had felt his pants getting tighter and tighter the longer he watched him. But now he wouldn't, not any longer. He grabbed a condom and lube from one of the conveniently placed, decorative little bowls, and told Blaine to bend over one of the benches around the tub. Condoms were mandatory here, no exceptions, and he really approved of that rule. Still, it felt weird at first as he entered Blaine with something between them for the first time in a long while, but soon, he didn't care. Lost in pleasure, he forgot the condom, the people around them watching, the floor tiles digging into his knees as he pushed into Blaine again and again. He didn't know if the pants and moans he heard came from Blaine or himself, or one of the other patrons engaged in a similar activity. But he felt when Blaine came with a shudder of relief and pleasure, and when he felt him clenching around him, it was enough to send him over the edge, too.

…...

Blaine took a quick shower and softly laughed at Kurt, who had done the same but was now squirming uncomfortably as he struggled back into his sweaty clothes. Running around naked all the time might be a little embarrassing, but it sure had its perks.

He had appreciated the condom. Even if they didn't really need it, being naked meant that without one he would have dripped come all over - or not. He was reminded of that quite thoroughly when Kurt pushed the bejeweled plug back into his sensitive hole.

He wondered a little why Kurt hadn't started them off with something a little more...out there. What they had done up to now was nothing they hadn't done before, minus the hot tub. It had been fun, but it was hardly something that warranted a visit to a sex club. Then he grinned as he remembered that he had practically dragged Kurt towards the hot tub, not leaving him much choice as to what they would do.

He was aware that he was perhaps not in the right mindset for all of this, but he had fun anyway, and as Kurt didn't seem to mind, he didn't either. But he wondered how many of the rules of this high protocol club he had broken already, and if he should change his behavior in order to not embarrass Kurt.

"Sir?" he whispered. "Am I...behaving badly?"

Kurt looked at him, surprised. "Are you asking to be punished for something?"

"No, I just...I think I'm not...I'm not really subby right now, and I was wondering if I had broken any rules of this place."

"Probably," Kurt said, and Blaine must have looked worried, for he put his arms around him and pulled him close. "I don't care, though. As long as you don't break any really important rules - touching someone who is marked red, or...I don't know, getting drunk and trashing the place, which I know you won't, I don't care if you aren't...a model sub right now."

Blaine pulled back a little and looked at Kurt, almost ashamed of the surprise he felt.

Kurt grinned. "What, did you think I'd be...embarrassed or something? Afraid of how others might judge me if I let my sub decide what we do?"

Blaine nodded sheepishly.

"I don't know anybody here. I have nothing to prove to anyone. Let them judge us if they want to. They can't touch us, or what we have."

Kurt pulled out of the embrace and took Blaine's hand. "Now let's go see what this place has to offer. and then we'll go upstairs and get something to drink and maybe dance a little before round two, okay?"

There was certainly a lot to see, things Blaine had completely overlooked in his hurry to get to the hot tub. A "green" submissive was tied to a round table, his legs spread wide, his head hanging a little off the edge. Men stood around the table, one of them fucking his mouth and another his ass. While Blaine was watching, a bell rang, and the men pulled out groaning with frustration as the table turned and the sub was offered up to the next two. Blaine appreciated that the sub had a bell in one hand as a safeword substitute. He was pretty sure he wouldn't really want that to be done to him, but he couldn't deny the sight was appealing, and he stood and watched for a time until Kurt pulled him away.

Another sub stood against a St. Andrews cross, wearing yellow cuffs instead of a cock ring. She wasn't bound, but stood completely still, limbs trembling a little with the effort. A few men and women were standing around her, touching her body everywhere with hands, feathers, or the tails of floggers, while her master stood a little apart, smiling and occasionally directing where and how he wanted her to be touched. When her eyes opened once, Blaine smiled at her full of sympathy; she looked like she had been standing there for quite some time and would likely stay for a bit until finally her master would take pity on her and fuck her. She smiled back a little shakily and gave a minuscule shrug, then closed her eyes and moaned as one of the hands touching her found the right place.

They walked a little, looking around, and Blaine swore to himself that when they came downstairs again after dancing and having something to drink, he would let Kurt choose what to do, if only because there were so many things he had no idea what to do first. He wished they could just stay here. Why go dance if there were so many other things to do? But with a regretful glance at his dick, he decided Kurt was right. He wasn't ready to go again, no matter how much he would wish to, and neither was Kurt, probably. Besides, he was thirsty.

So they went upstairs, where the dance floor by now was so crowded that Doms were required to take off their shoes in order not to hurt the subs' vulnerable naked feet they would undoubtedly step on. Kurt did so good-naturedly, even if it sort of destroyed the all-over effect of his outfit, and dragged Blaine with him on the dance floor. The music was upbeat, and Blaine did his best, but after a little while of dancing he stopped and just stood there, laughing.

"I can't, Sir," he said when Kurt asked what was the matter. "I just can't dance naked. Things...jiggle."

Kurt laughed. "Then we'll wait for a slow song. Get us something to drink in the meantime? I'll sit over there, putting my boots back on." He grimaced.

Blaine remembered from earlier that this was a task that could take some time, and decided that after he came back with the drinks, he would kneel down like a good sub and help his master tie his laces. First, though, he had to make his way to the bar.

He took the long way around the dance floor so he wouldn't have to push and shove his way through the people. It seemed longer than it was, because Blaine had the feeling that everyone was watching him. They weren't, probably, because while things were slightly more held back here than downstairs, a lot of people were busy with activities that looked a lot more interesting than watching him walk by. It didn't change the feeling, though.

When he arrived at the bar, waiting for the bartender to acknowledge him, the feeling changed.

He looked around and found one man who was most definitely and very intently watching him, and who was now walking towards him, finally placing a possessive hand on Blaine's arm. Blaine looked at the hand, remembering that everyone was supposed to respect the fact that he was wearing red and was not to be touched, and then lifted his eyes up to the man's face. The man was big, looked as though he had maybe once been handsome, and wore something that looked like a "Dominant" Hallowe'en costume, made entirely out of new-smelling black leather. He was grinning down on Blaine and trailed his hand down his arm in a gesture that could not be mistaken as accidental.

"Salut, mon petit," he said.

("Salut, mon petit" means "Hello, little one".)