That voice. That tone. And that question.
Blaine's knees quivered, and he sat down heavily on the couch, not wanting to kneel just right yet.
Kurt was still looking at him, so he actually wanted an answer.
Blaine gulped. "What-, whatever pleases you, Sir."
Kurt's smile was a little cruel. "Good answer. But not what I asked."
He crouched down before Blaine, and Blaine's mouth went dry.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Kurt repeated, and Blaine found himself nodding vigorously.
"Yes, Sir," he said. "May I?"
"We'll see. You disappointed me today, not looking at your messages. On the other hand, you reacted very well when we came in. But then, you were very pushy during the movie."
Kurt had started to undress while he talked, and now he was down to his briefs, the tip of his hard cock peeking out above the waistband. Blaine stared and very much wanted to taste it.
He finally gave in to impulse and fell to his knees, just in case Kurt maybe wanted to make use of his mouth if it was conveniently at the right height.
But Kurt turned and walked away. and Blaine couldn't help but beg.
"Please, Sir. I'll do anything."
"You'd do anything to fuck me?"
Blaine nodded, then shook his head. "I'll do anything for...something. Anything, Sir. Just...just touch me, or let me touch you. Please."
He was babbling and knew it, but was beyond caring, his gaze fixated on Kurt as he wandered the apartment.
"You may put away my clothes," Kurt said, "and then get undressed yourself. In the meantime, I will decide what to do with you."
Blaine scrambled to his knees gracelessly and hurried to obey. He reverently folded Kurt's clothes and put them on a chair. His own clothes received a much less gentle treatment as he stripped hastily and knelt beside the bed, eagerly awaiting Kurt's decision.
It took a while. Kurt rummaged in a dresser Blaine hadn't allowed to help put things in and had since been forbidden access to. He knew what was in there, though, and he knew Kurt had recently been adding to their collection, receiving little parcels he would not allow Blaine to see before he put them away. The Wartenberg Wheel had been in one of them, Blaine was sure, and the strange little instrument had managed to blow his mind. He moaned quietly as he remembered and shifted on his knees as his cock became impossibly even harder and started dripping on the floor.
He could feel Kurt's eyes on him for a moment as he said,
"Rub your nipples. I want them nice and hard. Keep your eyes on the floor."
Then he went back to whatever he was doing, paying no more attention to Blaine than to, say, the bed or the rug or the floor.
Blaine moaned again and whispered, "Yes, Sir," kept his eyes on the floor and started rubbing his nipples. He gulped. That order meant clamps, he was sure. What he wasn't sure about was whether he loved or hated clamps. They hurt, yes...but they hurt so good. Until they came off. Then they still hurt, and they made his nipples sensitive for hours after, which Kurt knew and used to his advantage, teasing Blaine mercilessly but not granting him any release. Fortunately, he thought as he rubbed in little circles, getting ever more aroused due to his own touch, anticipating Kurt's touch and the fact that Kurt didn't pay attention to him at all, fortunately, he didn't have to make a decision about clamps. If Kurt wanted him to wear them, he'd wear them, and he'd love it.
Kurt still didn't come to him, although now, Blaine could see from the corner of his eye, had finished gathering the items he wanted and had laid them out on the bed where Blaine would only be able to see them if he openly disobeyed, raised his head and turned around.
Kurt's phone rang. Blaine could see him looking at him once and dismissing him as unimportant before he went to answer it. He was hit by a wave of desire so strong it was painful, and he moaned and briefly abandoned his nipples to dig his nails into his thighs. He was panting, and Kurt hadn't even done anything to him.
He rubbed his nipples again before Kurt would see he had stopped, but Kurt was wandering around the apartment while he chatted with whoever had called without sparing Blaine a single glance. Blaine closed his eyes, shifted once on his knees and then just waited.
He opened his eyes to a hand in his hair. His knees hurt, but he felt peaceful; apart maybe from his cock, which was still rock hard.
"You're doing good," Kurt said, and Blaine nuzzled against his thigh. But then Kurt crouched before him and wiped a finger through the precome he had dripped on the floor, holding it to Blaine's lips.
"You've made quite a mess here," he said. "Impatient, are you?"
"Yes, Sir," Blaine said after he had licked Kurt's fingers clean perhaps a little bit more thoroughly than was strictly necessary.
"Well, I think you've waited long enough. Come up on the bed."
On the bed were lying lube, a cock ring, and five small clamps. Blaine's breath hitched; he obviously didn't have five nipples, and he got the impression that being allowed to fuck Kurt would ask more of him than he'd thought.
Kurt finally got rid of his briefs, sat on the bed leaning against the headboard, and let his legs fall open. His face was calm as he leisurely stroked his cock back to full hardness; Blaine knew his own face was everything but. He forced his mouth to close as Kurt chose two of the clamps, connected them with a thin chain, and handed them to Blaine.
"Put them on your nipples," he said, and Blaine obeyed, wincing as the clamps closed.
"Prepare me," Kurt ordered next, and at Blaine's tentative nudge, let his legs fall wider. Blaine stared at the little pink hole that he was supposed to open, and very much wanted to put his mouth on it.
"May I use my mouth, Sir?" he asked hopefully.
"Mmh," Kurt said with a lazy smile. "No. I want your fingers. You may, however, suck my cock while you do it."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," Blaine said gratefully and got right to it, lubing up his fingers and lapping eagerly at the tip of Kurt's cock.
They had done this often enough that, while it was still out of his comfort zone, Blaine knew how to prepare Kurt exactly the way he liked it. nice and slow, one finger at a time, stroking him open slowly, softly, so that he could be fucked hard later should the need arise.
It was nearly too slow for Blaine, for his quivering cock and his painful arousal, but he concentrated on swirling his tongue around Kurt's cock and then taking him deep while he slowly pushed his finger in and out of Kurt's hole.
Kurt tugged on the chain. Blaine cried around his cock as the dull pain flared up again, and then redoubled his efforts, doing everything he knew Kurt liked in a blowjob. It was hard, though: he needed every bit of air he could get to breathe through his arousal, to get him back from where the tug had brought him so he didn't come before the main event. And air was hard to get when blowing Kurt, so Blaine let desire take over, swam in it, floated on it, until finally Kurt pushed his head away. Kurt was breathing hard, but apart from that, nothing had changed in his cool demeanor as he said,
"Sit, and spread your legs."
Blaine scrambled to obey, and Kurt smiled as he drew a finger along the length of Blaine's straining cock, leaving him panting.
Kurt then put the cock ring around Blaine's testicles, pulling tight, and Blaine groaned in relief: hopefully he would now be able to last long enough to be good for Kurt.
"And then we have these."
Kurt held up the clamps, to which at some point he had attached little weights. Blaine closed his eyes in surrender as Kurt pulled the skin on his balls tight, and winced as he attached the clamps, one behind the other. It wasn't too bad; it pinched, but was nothing he couldn't handle. Still, the sensation was intense, and there was the anticipation of what was to come; he grabbed Kurt's arm and said, "Sir..." without even knowing what it was he wanted to say.
"You can do this," Kurt said, and Blaine knew he could. For Kurt, he could.
"Yes, Sir," he said, and Kurt kissed him tenderly before he put a pillow under his hips and lay back, spreading his legs invitingly. Blaine stared a little and then caught himself and lubed himself up generously, got gingerly into position and slowly pushed in.
Both of them groaned, and then Kurt said, "The ring and clamps come off when I've come. So make it good."
Of course. He'd have to go fast and hard at some point if he wanted that to happen. And he did. He felt he needed to come, even though they'd just started, and the knowledge of what he had to do to get there only increased the feeling. Still, he started slowly, cautiously, trying to get used to the feeling of the weights on his balls swinging with every movement, dragging and pinching his sensitive skin. But Kurt didn't give him much time to adjust. He gave the chain hanging from his nipples a sharp tug, and Blaine yelped and sped up, thrusting harder, which made him whimper at the pain from his balls.
He didn't go slower again, though. Kurt had started moaning deliciously, and he wanted him to keep doing that, and so he kept going in the thusly approved speed.
He himself - well. He loved being inside Kurt, He always had to overcome his own inhibitions when they did this, the feeling that he should be the one taking whatever Kurt decided to give him, not the one deciding what to give. But when he did it, when doing what Kurt wanted, giving him what he wanted, was only submitting to him in a different way, he loved it. And now, when he had to take pain - nothing unbearable, but increasing pain where his mind told him there shouldn't be pain - to do it, he loved it even more, in some ways. He immersed himself in the feeling in the pleasure when he thrust deep inside Kurt, in the pain from the weights on his balls and when Kurt every now and then tugged on the chain or pressed at the clamps, and it all became one. One great, painful pleasure, and he forgot caution and thrust harder and faster to increase both. He didn't realize he was begging until he dimly heard his own, breathless voice mumbling hardly recognizable words. He never wanted it to end, but when Kurt finally put a hand around his own cock and began stroking it, he sobbed from relief, a sound that morphed into a cry when Kurt cruelly twisted one of the clamps on his nipples. His arms and legs trembled, and his throat felt sore, and yet he kept going until finally, Kurt cried out and bit his shoulder and wetness spread on his belly. Then, at Kurt's behest, somehow he stopped moving for as long as it took Kurt to fumble the cock ring open and remove the clamps, sobbing when they came off and Kurt slapped his ass to indicate he should move again. He thrust once, twice, and then came in hard, endless waves and fell down on Kurt as his arms couldn't hold him any longer. Kurt rolled on his side and held him close and kissed him, and Blaine never wanted to move again.