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Warnings: slut shaming, abuse and past abuse.

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Free2BeMee

Chapter 1

To say that Kurt Hummel was tired would probably be the biggest understatement of the century. Not only was he tired, but he was also extremely agitated. His flight back to New York had been delayed 8 hours, he had been up for the past 36, and had to be at a marketing meeting in less than 3. Yes, Kurt E. Hummel was indeed tired.

If you had told him 8 years ago, that by the age of 28, he would be New York's up and coming fashion designer, getting ready to introduce is third collection at NY's Fashion Week, and opening his first storefront on 5th Avenue, he probably would have told you to go "shit yourself". And yet, here he was doing just that. Kurt ran his hands through his hair, and checked his emails while waiting on the platform for the N train. "Junk...junk...Sebastian...Rachel...nothing of too great importance." He checked the time – 7:35 – "Great, now the train was running late too - this day just keeps getting better and better," he mumbled to himself. All he wanted was an extra large, extra-strong cup of coffee and a nice hot shower before he had to sit through hours of "branding talk". Of course, things never go as planned.

He was pulled from his thoughts as a baby's cry echoed throughout the subway platform. What troubled Kurt, wasn't the baby's crying, but what followed soon after it.

"YOU BETTER SHUT THAT FUCKER UP!" Kurt heard a man yell, followed immediately by a harsh slap. Kurt, along with many other commuters, whipped his head around to find the source of the disturbance. The man in question was a large man, probably around his mid-thirties, he was dressed impeccably in a three piece suit. Kurt scoffed to himself. He could tell that at one time, this man could have possibly been deemed as handsome, but now he was balding, and had obviously let himself go. It was also very apparent that he thought very highly of himself. But it was the cowering submissive behind him, however, whom held Kurt's gaze. He was kneeling behind the man holding the crying baby in a car seat.

The young man - "No...boy?" Kurt thought to himself - immediately began to try and pacify the child, but to no avail, and the Dominate was getting more and more frustrated with each passing second. Kurt winced as he grabbed the submissive's hair and yanked roughly.

"YOU WORTHLESS, SHIT! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT ANYMORE!" he howled, "If you don't shut that little bitch up, I'm going to get really angry...and…" he said as his eyes flickered towards the baby, "I think I know exactly where to direct that anger." The sub whimpered, and doubled his efforts to soothe the baby as the man continued to hurl insults his way. He finally was successful in giving the baby a bottle, and she settled down immediately. Unfortunately, this did not seem to satisfy the angry Dominate as he continued to scream at his submissive.

"YOU'RE SUCH A LITTLE FUCK UP. I don't even know why I keep you around anymore. YOU. ARE. WORTHLESS, you hear?!" he screamed.

"Please, Master…your-your slut is sorry" the submissive whimpered as he knelt once again at his Dominate's feet.

"Let's see how sorry you are…" the man replied as he began to undo his buckle. From where Kurt was standing, he could see the humiliation etched across the submissive's face as he knelt up and took the man's cock into his mouth. The older man dug his fingers into the submissive's hair and began to unforgivingly fuck into his mouth. "That's right, my little bitch, take it" he growled. "I bet you just love this, don't you, my little slut. You just love taking it for me...look at how well you take my cock – just like you were made for it." He repeated like a mantra, all while fucking into the young man's mouth.

Kurt tried not to gawk, but he couldn't take his eyes off the young submissive - all frustration at his life completely vanishing. Even with his face covered in tears, snot, and semen, he was the most beautiful human Kurt had ever seen. "Come on, Hummel, pull yourself together," Kurt scolded himself while pretending to answer emails once again.

The Dominate finished just as the train was arriving. He put himself together, as he condescendingly patted the young submissive on the cheek. Kurt watched as he leaned down and whispered something in to the young man's ear, and walked onto the subway without so much as a glance backwards.

Kurt couldn't help but watch as the submissive quickly gathered himself and the baby and boarded the subway just as the doors were closing. He kept his head bowed, and swiftly knelt at his Dominate's feet keeping the baby close to his side.

"Come on, Kurtt...stop staring. It's not like he's ever going to be yours. There's NOTHING you can do. DON'T GET INVOLVED..." But as much as he tried to convince himself not to, he couldn't possibly tear his eyes away even if he had wanted to. He was young, probably no older than 20, he had black hair that fell in curls all around his face, and he was dressed only in a pair of briefs and a tank top, even though it was freezing outside. Kurt could also see that his body was scattered with many bruises all at different points of healing. But it was the complete and utter look of hopelessness Kurt saw in his eyes that both captivated and worried Kurt; he knew, however, that there was nothing he could about it. He couldn't explain it, but he felt an overwhelming desire to protect this young man. Even though Kurt strongly disagreed with how this man was obviously being treated, the Dominate was doing nothing illegal.

"Just leave it be" Kurt scolded as he tried to convince himself to ignore the young man kneeling only a few feet from him just like he had done countless times before, but it was without use. He simply couldn't shake the deep desire to protect this young man and the child.

As the ride drew on, Kurt couldn't help but notice that the young man was getting increasingly more and more distraught. He kept glancing towards the baby as tears began to fall. When the Dominate noticed the submissive crying, he silenced him with a swift kick to his groin.

"You...my little bitch...are going to make me a very pretty penny" he cooed to the baby at his feet.

"Please, M-Master.." the young submissive whispered, "Please don't take her from me…" Kurt frowned – it was becoming more and more apparent where this "family" was going – to sell the baby to a SBH. The young man's pleas were met with a resounding backhand sending him off his knees.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Challenging me? This is all your fault, ya know? Maybe…just maybe if you had done something right, and given me a Dominate instead of this fucker, we wouldn't have to be doing this." He emphasized the last statement with a hard kick into the submissive's ribs and groin.

"Please…Master, please...I'll do anything. Please, don't take her from me!" He beseeched again. The cowering submissive was openly weeping now, and it broke Kurt's heart to not be able to help him.

"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. YOU WORTHLESS SLUT" the Dominate growled, emphasizing each syllable with a kick to his submissive's head and face. "You know what, you're not even fucking worth it anymore." He said as he pulled out his phone again.

Kurt was seeing red. He had a hard enough time believing anyone would not only treat their submissive this way in the privacy of their home, but to not even bat an eye about doing so on a crowded subway? He couldn't decide if he was relieved or not that his stop had come, only to discover that the Dominate was exiting the train with the baby as well. The submissive dutifully followed his Dominate off the train ahead of Kurt, still pleading for the older man to change his mind.

The Dominate hung up his phone, and turned to the trembling submissive. He delivered another swift kick to the young man's groin, causing him to double over with his face on the ground. The older man wasted no time in placing the sole of his boot on the back of the young man's neck, effectively paralyzing him. "We're done," he seethed, "No one wants a worthless whore like you. Not even the SBH has room for a used, slut like you." He turned and walked away, seemingly ignoring his submissive's attempts to follow him.

"Please…M-Master…your fuck-up is sorry..I didn't mea-," the submissive mumbled.

"FUCKING. WORTHLESS, PIECE OF SHIT" he growled as he landed more kicks to the submissive's torso. "You are not wanted. Got that? No!"

Kurt was in front of him in a flash, plastering on his best "interview face" and said, "Excuse me, sir, do you have a minute?"

Kurt could see the man's frustration oozing as he turned. "Listen, kid, I don't have a lot of time…I have an appointment to get to."

"Yes..well, I was wondering if I could interest you in purchasing both your submissive and the baby." Kurt responded, eyeing the submissive on the floor.

"Names, Hunter Clarington…I don't know, kid…the SBH was going to be giving me a good amount for this bitch, and you don't want this fucker…he can't do anything," he said while simultaneously "nudging" the submissive and measuring up Kurt.

"I assure you, Mr. Clarington, I can not only match what the SBH was offering, but I will give you the same amount for the submissive as well," Kurt countered. He had definitely gotten the man's attention now.

"Alright…but I almost feel bad for ya, kid…I almost hate to take your money…almost," He replied with a smirk. They agree on a price, and Kurt wrote the man a check. "Nice doing business with you, Mr…"

"Hummel"

"Hummel" Hunter replied, shaking Kurt's hand and handing over the baby. He turned and walked away without even a backwards glance.

"Alright…breath, Kurt" Kurt mumbled to himself as he turned to face the submissive - who had managed to bring himself to a kneeling position at Kurt's feet. When he felt Kurt's attention on him, he lowered his forehead to Kurt's shoes.

"H-how d-do I ple-please y-you, S-sir?" he whispered, "If it pleases you, let me show you how grateful I am that you would spend any money on a pathetic, useless, fuck-up like me." Kurt crouched down so he was at the submissive's level, causing him to cower further into the floor.

"You are NOT pathetic, useless, or a fuck-up, Sweetheart," Kurt said softly, "and you don't have to call me Sir".

"I-I'm sorry, M-m-master! I-I meant no di-disrespect!" he stammered quickly, recoiling as if expecting to receive a blow.

He yelped as Kurt placed a soothing hand on his shoulder saying, "No, no, Sweetie. I mean, you can call me Kurt. What's your name?"

"W-whatever p-pl-pleases y-you, M-master K-Kurt" he replied so softly, Kurt had to strain to hear.

"No, Beautiful…your given name. What's your given name, Love" Kurt gently corrected.

"I-I shall respond to w-whatever you wish to call m-me, Master K-Kurt." He was beginning to

sound like a broken record. Kurt sighed audibly causing the kneeling boy cower even more. "P-please, S-sir, I'm s-sorry. I-I don't mean to displease you…I promise, I'll be good, Sir. I'll be so good for you!" He stammered, groping at Kurt's groin.

Kurt grabbed the young man's hands. "I know, Love. You are good...my good boy. But, I need to know your name, Sweetie."

"B-blaine, Sir, but you can call me whatever you please."

"Blaine" Kurt repeated, testing out the name. "Thank you, Blaine, that was very good. My good boy." He said standing, "Come on, Blaine. We're going home."