Chapter 23

Day 15 arrived and Blaine was exhausted. Between no sex, playing tennis and running around Central Ohio to campaign appearances, he was beat. His cock hurt from no relief, his head hurt from having to fake it at the campaign events and his heart was sad and full of yearning. He missed Kurt every minute of everyday. Never mind that they talked and texted almost constantly. He needed to touch him. Feel him. Smell him. See him. Kiss him. Fuck him. Oh, boy did he need to fuck him. Blaine was actually getting scared about what would happen the next time they had sex. He was scared he would break Kurt in two.

He had been successfully avoiding Tyler by scheduling practices with Pete in the morning. By the time Tyler arrived at the club, they were leaving.

He had also been watching Phil.

Phil was starting to push. He had added additional campaign appearances that Blaine was required to attend and whenever he had the chance, he would back Blaine into a corner.

"So, Blaine. When are you going to fulfill the third part of our deal?"

"What part is that?"

"The part where you get on your knees for me. Unless of course, you'd like Kurt to do it for you."

Blaine was starting to feel desperate. He decided that he couldn't wait for the darkness to return in order to execute his plan. He would just have to take his chances.

On Thursday, there was an all day review, regroup and plan session scheduled for everyone on the campaign team. Blaine arrived early, waited until everyone was preoccupied and quietly stole Phil's keys.

Phil lived in a nice condo close to downtown. Blaine figured he would have plenty of time to have copies made, snoop around the condo and get back to headquarters to return the keys before Phil noticed they were missing.

Blaine stood in the middle of the living room and looked around. The condo was immaculate. Everything was very neat and well-organized. The books were alphabetized by author and the CDs by musician. The kitchen looked as if no one ever used it. Did Phil really live here?

Blaine went into the bedroom. Shirts, pants, ties, shoes, everything in perfect rows. Even the bathroom was clean.

There was an office off of the living room. Blaine riffled through the papers on the desk. Nothing interesting. There were pictures on the wall from over the years, including one of his parents, Phil and his Aunt Eleanor from college. His mother looked so pretty. Even his dad looked good. He tried the door to the closet. Locked. He tried a few of the keys until he found the one that unlocked it.

Whoa.

The inside of the closet door was covered in photos.

Of Blaine.

Many were campaign photos but others were casual pictures of Blaine beginning at age 14. Tennis tournaments, Warbler performances, family outings. How long had Phil been stalking him?

There were a few of Kurt and several campaign photos where Phil had cut out James, leaving just Blaine and Elaine.

What the hell?

On the floor of the closet, there were several boxes of both gay and straight porn, as well as a box of folders containing various campaign papers and voting reports. Why did Phil have voting reports? That was illegal.

Blaine was about to close the door when he noticed an ornate purple box on the top shelf of the closet. He grabbed a chair to stand on and pulled it down. He took off the lid and sorted through the tissue paper.

Nestled inside was a beautiful stainless steel, padded collar.

With Blaine's name engraved on it.

Blaine dropped the collar and the box and backed out of the closet.

What the hell was Phil planning to do to him?

Blaine stood there for a few minutes in complete shock.

Up until now, he had been feeling a tiny bit guilty about his plans but now...the guilt was completely erased.

Phil had to go.

On day 17, Blaine arrived at the country club at 11:00 am. It was a little later than their new, early practice schedule but, Pete couldn't get there until then. They played for an hour and then hung out on the patio talking and arguing about tennis players. At 1:30 pm, Blaine headed to the locker room to use the bathroom.

As he came out, he ran into Tyler. He hadn't seen him since the shower incident.

"Hello Blaine."

"Hi Tyler."

"Where have you been hiding?"

"Just...around."

Tyler stepped closer.

"You know, it isn't nice to run out on people when they offer you a gift."

Blaine backed up. Why did he suddenly feel hot?

"I thought you had a boyfriend Tyler."

"I do. Doesn't mean I won't always want you." Tyler moved closer and Blaine found himself boxed in against a wall space in between the lockers. Tyler was now so close, their bodies were almost touching.

"You look hot and bothered all the time Blaine. Why don't you let me help you get some relief?"

Blaine's entire body felt hot. Very hot. And he felt something pressing against his insides. What was wrong with him?

Tyler leaned down and gently kissed Blaine's neck, right under his ear. "I'd love to help you Blaine. It would be our secret. No one has to know."

Blaine leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. Oh, the heat. The heat was burning him. He was so hot. So, so hot...

And then he felt it.

It was rolling and swelling inside him like a huge tidal wave.

Tyler stepped back a little. "Blaine? Blaine...are you okay?"

Blaine pressed his body flat against the wall. It was starting to boil and flow throughout his body. He'd never felt like this before. He was being consumed.

"Blaine?" Tyler reached out and touched his face. He pulled back his hand. "Blaine! You are burning up! You have a fever!"

Blaine tried to speak but, couldn't. He couldn't move.

"Blaine! Blaine! Do you want me to get someone?"

Suddenly, the tidal wave rushed forward inside of him, sending him stumbling forward. He bent over, breathing heavily. And then...

Calm.

He stood up. Tyler backed away.

"Blaine...your eyes...are you okay?"

Blaine closed his eyes and then opened them. Tyler blinked. Blaine's eyes were back to honey-amber.

"I'm fine Tyler. Never better."

Blaine walked to his car. Once inside, he pulled out his cell phone and sent Kurt a text.

B - What are you doing?

K- Helping dad at the shop.

B - Anyone at home?

K – No. Why?

B- How soon can you get home?

K – About an hour. Why?

B – I am coming to rape you.

K – What?

B- It's back.

Kurt stood nervously in front of his closet. What does one wear to be raped? Something sexy? He shook his head. No, something that could be torn would be safer. He put on a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans and sat down on the bed to wait.

With each passing minute, he became more and more nervous. The darkness was back. That's good, right? Yes, it was good. Blaine could keep himself safe from whatever was going on in Westerville and Kurt loved dark Blaine. He loved his strength, his dominance, the control. He fingered the K&B pendant on his necklace. He loved being owned.

So, why was he so scared?

When the doorbell rang, Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin, despite the fact that he was expecting it. When he opened the door, he immediately knew why he'd been scared.

Blaine's eyes were three shades darker than normal and were burning with more fire than Kurt could ever remember seeing. He stepped inside the house without a word. Kurt backed up a few steps but immediately felt the control stopping him and pulling him towards Blaine. It was tighter and stronger than usual. Kurt felt himself giving in completely. Blaine kissed him and Kurt could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

"You're so hot. Why are you so hot?"

"I don't know. Let's go upstairs."

Once they were in Kurt's room, Blaine wasted no time. Kurt was glad he had chosen clothes he didn't care about because, Blaine really did rip his clothes off. Blaine's touch was rough, demanding and forceful and the heat continued to roll off of his body making Kurt hot. Blaine pushed him face down on to the bed and slid into him.

No fingers.

No lube.

After 17 days.

Kurt wailed into the mattress. Blaine was fucking him mercilessly, screwing in and out with steady, hard, thrusts. With every push, the heat pulsing through Blaine, shot into Kurt, causing him to scream from the mixture of sexual pleasure and the burning sensation. He was in both ecstasy and hell. He was pleading with Blaine but, he wasn't sure for what. It felt so fucking good he couldn't stand it.

"Please, Blaine...please...oh God...please..."

"Take it Kurt. Just take it. You have to take it beautiful because, I'm...not...going...to...stop." He rocked into Kurt, stronger than before, causing Kurt to scream.

Blaine fucked into him for a few minutes more before pulling out and turning him onto his back. Blaine slid back in but moved at a slower pace. Still hard, forceful and steady but, slower. They locked eyes. Blaine's eyes were black, the deepest black Kurt had ever seen them. Something about Blaine's eyes made Kurt lift his arms up over his head, as he had done in the past. Blaine released the control, locking his arms there but, he didn't stop with just his arms. He immobilized Kurt's entire body. Kurt struggled against the invisible chains, whimpering when he realized he was trapped.

"Do you still belong to me Kurt?"

"Yes, oh yes, master."

Blaine sped up, reaching his orgasm with a deep scream. He tightened the control around Kurt, pushing him over the cliff. Kurt came with a loud cry, his cum spilling all over his stomach. Blaine leaned down and licked some before moving up to kiss Kurt passionately. Tasting himself on his lips, in Blaine's mouth, sent shivers through Kurt's body.

As they lay there, Kurt realized that the heat was still radiating off of Blaine's body.

"Blaine, why are you so hot?"

"I don't know."

Suddenly, Kurt felt panicked.

"Blaine, should we be doing this? Won't this make you weak again?"

Blaine turned and looked at him. His eyes were still black. He didn't say a word, he just looked into Kurt's eyes.

Kurt could see it. Feel it, without Blaine saying a word.

This was different from before. Something about the darkness had changed. It was stronger, hotter.

And, it had completely consumed Blaine.

It wasn't going anywhere.

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